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🧸ྀི — 07:03am

pairing — aespa giselle x reader

warnings — none

word count — 377

waking up with your mouth full of hair and cold hands inside your shirt wasn't always ideal but you wouldn't exchange it for anything in the whole wide world

getting a day off at the same time as your girlfriend was close to impossible at times, so you weren't about to waste time complaining about a few minutes of discomfort now

you and aeri go way back,

from battling highschool together to being trainees and debuting together, albeit not in the same group but still

best friends from the very first moment to lovers in the next, aeri likes to joke about you two being literal soulmates and you can't help but to agree.

the cold hands squeeze and relax and its a clear sign of her waking up

"good morning baby" you mumble into her hair, snuggling a bit closer

"mhm" a yawn, a bit more grumbling before you hear a muffled, "morning"

"coffee?"

she's more of a night owl, and so are you but for her you would do just about anything.

"yes please" she says now slightly more awake and smiling, ah now there's the smile

standing up she immediately reaches out already missing your presence but you just smile and plant a small kiss on her forehead promising coffee as you make your way out of the room

making a quick work of putting your hair up in a bun has you noting i should ask what she uses for her hair, mine's getting long and frizzy

the kitchen is coated in a soft golden light as you focus on your task, its not long before you feel the sleepy presence at your back again clinging onto you

"you were gone for too long babe I was getting lonely over there." she says whining into your shoulder, squeezing you a bit more

you just smile, turning to give her a quick kiss

its quiet and peaceful just how you like it, the world only just waking up and you can't imagine a more perfect moment with her than right here and right now. hugging in the kitchen with the coffee smell slowly spreading through the apartment.

just perfect.

"sooo....breakfast?"

right! breakfast you think before you kiss her once more and get to work

hi its fei here! this is my first timestamp/oneshot here on this account! and I hope you like it and have as much fun reading it as I had while writing it.

I'm a bit rusty with my writing so bear with me! have a nice day and don't hesitate to hit my ask box, I would love to make friends muah 💋

not that im complaining👀 but there’s so much d/s, nsfw, 18+ kpop content on my tumblr feed, i just want something soft and fluffy, maybe a little angst in there to make me feel something—ANYTHING! ANYTHING OTHER THEN FEELING LIKE A HOT MESS🥴 family friendly🫶🏻

Do y’all unlike and relike posts and masterlists instead of asking to be added to the taglist too? And then feel bad bc you might be annoying tumblr author/writer/blogger? Or are you normal?🧍🏻‍♀️

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Summary:

Choi Beomgyu was rich, spoiled, and couldn’t take no for an answer. Kang Taehyun, however, was the exact opposite. So, what’s one to do when both take an interest in you? It seems like you’ve become the new subject of their rivalry, and neither will accept a loss. 

chaebol!Beomgyu,chaebol!Taehyun! x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst(questionable), smut

word count: 22K

warnings: mc wears glasses, beomgyu is fucking mean, mc is shy/ easily flustered, constant teasing, and cockblocking, bg thinking with his dick half the time, mc is a coward, mentions food/alcohol

smut warnings: dub-con (in one scene), exhibitionism, fingering, bg is a perv, a ton of kissing, soft dom!tae, hard dom!gyu, sub!mc, threesome, oral, (f&m receiving) handjobs, raw sex, manhandling, multiple orgasms, degradation, praise, mouth fucking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, dumbification, creampie(s), sloppy seconds, overstimulation, marking, aftercare

(lemme know if I should add anything !) 

Notes: i don’t know why I’m doubting this fic so much— but the thought of rich taegyu literally plagued my mind.. this was originally supposed to be really short, then I found myself staying up late to write more scenes. Anyways, feedback is always appreciated, I hope you guys enjoy !! <3

In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended. 

One— what was in the library’s closed off area that made it so heavily protected? Two— did the economics and the psychology professor really hook up due to one’s messy divorce? 

And lastly, what were Beomgyu’s true intentions with you? 

Beomgyu was a young chaebol who was currently studying in preparation to take over his father’s company one day; the said company being shared with his longtime best friend. While he may have insisted that he couldn’t care less about taking over for his father, but the fiery glint in his eyes that appeared at the mention of the other potential candidate said otherwise. 

He was young, attractive, born into wealth, and had his whole life planned ahead of him; he was the whole package. So, naturally, Beomgyu often found himself in the spotlight, whether that be because of new rumors that spread, or because of something outrageous he had done. 

Which is exactly why he wasn’t fazed when people started calling you Beomgyu’s new plaything. 

“Come over tonight,” Beomgyu said, voice monotone, bored even, as he wrote down notes from a website that you showed him earlier. 

You looked up, eyes wide as you looked around frantically, already spotting a few of Beomgyu’s fans gossiping amongst themselves, just a few tables away from where you sat. He watched you, eyes scanning as you flushed with embarrassment at his request, pushing back your glasses as you tried to hide the way his words clearly affected you.

It was so interesting, the strange arrangement you two had— granted, it was simply because of a project that you were stuck doing together, but it still managed to pique the interest of Beomgyu’s potential suitors once they realized that Beomgyu hadn’t simply divided the work in half and left you on your own. 

You were— well, you. So quiet and reserved that sometimes, some classes would forget that you were there at all. You kept to yourself yet were so sweet and went out of your way to help others— you had the reputation of an angel. 

And Beomgyu, he couldn’t be farther away from that image even if he tried. He was reckless, always found at parties with a new eye-candy hanging from his arm, despite the warnings and scoldings of his father to not ruin his reputation. He was ruthless and apathetic, never making any deep connections no matter how hard others tried, and he wasn’t exactly above paying others to get his way either. 

So, it couldn’t have been more shocking to others once they realized that Beomgyu was hanging around you more than usual— much to your dismay. 

Because as you would make your way to classes, there would be times when you would run into Beomgyu— and he would greet you. The unnecessary attention was driving you mad. You weren’t oblivious to the whispers that would follow your every interaction; he’s using her, they’re probably only doing this to get his fangirls off his back, they’re probably hooking up. 

Those particular rumors would never fail to make your heart stop with stress for a second. Hooking up? With Beomgyu? Never! You barely had time to yourself anymore, and any type of messy relationship like that would only get in the way of your studies. And the last thing you needed was to slip up, leaving you to say goodbye to the very scholarship that landed you a spot in the university in the first place.

You knew you were being a prude; mostly because your friends always told you. Wow, you seriously haven’t found anyone? When was the last time you got laid? They would tease you endlessly for your absolute lack of experience in anything, blaming your lack of game for the cause of not having any prior experiences of past relationships to lean back on.

“No, middle school relationships don’t count. You guys couldn’t even hold hands without breaking into a sweat— and we don’t talk about your first kiss,” Chaeyoung would say, her teasing absolutely ruthless even as you begged her to stop. Taehyung would only laugh along, acting as though the ten years of friendship under your belts meant nothing to him. 

“What? Why?” You said, voice brisk as you snapped out of your trailing thoughts, eyes lowering back to your laptop screen as you realized Beomgyu had been waiting for a response, eyes sharp and narrowed as he stared you down. 

“The project,” he drawled out, as though you weren’t capable of following along. Honestly, it’s more of a mystery to you as to why people think the two of you might be something; have they not seen the way he talks down to you?

Inhaling slowly, you close your eyes for a moment, biting at your lip to keep yourself from saying anything— you don’t want to start anything at the library, you already learned your lesson the last time you tried to snap back a witty remark. 

“I won’t have time to meet at all next week, so I want to get as much work over with now,” he explained, uncaring of the way his voice was a little too loud for a library. But you secretly appreciated it nevertheless, knowing that the table a few ways from yours was tuned into his every word. 

“You won’t? Why not?” You really couldn’t help the way you prodded into his life, but, as your friends always say, “the worst thing about you is that you never realize when you’re being nosy.” 

And, as expected, he gave you a sharp look, your curiosity withering as you realized you were probably overstepping some kind of line with him once more. Ducking your head behind the safety of your laptop screen, you clear your throat awkwardly, attempting to find something to write down in order to distract yourself from his eyes that were seemingly locked on you like a target. 

“Be there by five pm. Don’t keep me waiting, either.” He said, leaving you to gape at him as you looked up from your screen, only to see him standing, ready to leave as he spared you one last look.

“What— you can’t be serious—“ but no, he definitely was. At least, that’s what the look in his eyes said, shutting you up with ease as he turned around, leaving you without another word. 

Choi Beomgyu himself could count as your university's fourth mystery.

☆♡☆

“I can’t believe you. You’re weak!” Taehyung said, disbelief spread across his face as he watched you pick out an outfit, laying on top of the piles of clothes that you had rejected. “But also, send me pictures of his house.” 

Shaking your head, you threw aside the shirt you were debating, landing on Taehyung’s head and successfully cutting off his running imagination. 

“Shut up, you know how he is,” you say weakly, turning around and grabbing the top that Taehyung suggested, “He’s so… I don’t know… persuasive?” 

“Threatening,” he corrects, shaking his head at the outfit, rummaging through your closet as he looked for something else for you to wear, his voice muffled. “He has money, he has power, he can’t stand it when he doesn’t get his way.”

Turning around, he handed you his next choice, shoving it in your hands the moment you gave him a doubtful look. 

“He’s insufferable, that’s what he is,” urging you to put the outfit on, he sat at the edge of your bed, already eyeing your shoe rack for options, “I hate the way he commands you around just because— because—“

“Just because he could buy our whole existence,” you sigh, adjusting the skirt that Taehyung decided to dress you in. It was a very feminine outfit, and you could already feel the anxiety building up at the thought of Beomgyu or his family (hell, even his maids— if he had any… who were you kidding, of course he did.) seeing you in such an outfit. Honestly, you had probably read the text he sent you about a million times now, his address memorized by now (regrettably) and the possibilities of “dress appropriately” already giving you the first three breakdowns of the day.

Dress appropriately? What do you mean? You had messaged him, albeit only because Taehyung had been sick of hearing you freak out and had been the one to force you to message him that.

Context clues. Was the only thing that he had replied.

You could have sworn that Taehyung was about to go with you to personally tear him a new one. 

“I mean, true,” Taehyung said, frowning at your words, “But that doesn’t mean that he can still act like an entitled bitch.” Checking his phone for the time, he put the cute platform shoes that he had been eyeing the whole time in one hand, putting the jewelry and accessories that he had chosen in your other hand. 

“Rich people,” he said condescendingly, patting your shoulders in reassurance as he led you to the entrance of your shared apartment. 

“Rich people,” you agreed, slipping your shoes on before giving him a goodbye hug. “Clean my room for me?”

“Only if you tell me what cologne he uses.”

Scrunching up your face, you give him a judgemental look, only for him to shrug you off defensively.

“What? The guy knows his fragrances, alright?” He says, watching fondly as you laugh at his idiocy. “But I’ll also do it if you keep a lookout for any cute guys.”

Nodding, you slip on your jacket, opening the door, only to look back to him once more. “It’s a deal.”

Closing the door, you hear him yell one last “good luck!” The words sticking to you as you put down Beomgyu’s address into the GPS, only to gawk at the time it would take to get there. 

Luck would definitely be needed. 

☆♡☆

Aweing at the enormous gates before you, you realize that you could probably get away with asking for compensation on gas. 

Because holy shit, why would anyone need this much space? Or rooms? And is there such a thing as too many windows? Because as you walk to the entrance after being permitted to come inside, the valet (valet!!) taking your car for you, you can’t help but be floored at the fact that you could practically see into their whole house.

What is it with rich people and light fixtures, you wonder, unable to take your eyes off from the ceiling that’s decorated with what could possibly be the world’s most intricate chandelier, unaware of the fact that you’re literally staring into their home right now— but hey, not your fault. 

You wonder how their doorbell works. It was a bit of a ridiculous thought, but you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder on how a doorbell could possibly alert a house of this size of their guest. But thoughts such as those would be saved for another day, because as you continue to stare shamelessly into the entrance windows, you can see a figure coming down the stairs. 

Must be Beomgyu, you think, shifting side to side as you become self conscious about your outfit once more, the cool fall air nipping at your skin as you wonder what he might show up in. Finally tearing your eyes away from their windows, you find yourself regressing as your eyes find themselves glued to the floor, much too nervous to be able to accept any cold comments from him at the moment. 

“___? You’re here,” You watch the way the light from inside illuminates the rest of the porch, one of the double doors opening to reveal the owner of the voice. But as you look up, confused as to who it might be, you find yourself feeling more self conscious as the man before you stares at you questioningly. 

Kang Taehyun, you realize with horror, is dressed in comfortable sweatpants and a loose white shirt, his blonde hair messy and unstyled, while you stand at the doorway dressed to impress. You’ve heard of the fact that the two families practically raised the two boys side by side, but you hadn’t expected to actually see him, much less in such a casual outfit.

How casual was this supposed to be?

“I’m… just here to work on a project with Beomgyu,” you explain, eyes downcast as you try to hide your embarrassment. Were you overdressed? Did he think you were trying too hard? What if he got the wrong idea about you and Beomgyu?

“Ah, right,” He said quietly, running a hand through his hair, a moment passing as you shuffled awkwardly outside. Eyes widening in realization, he steps aside, gesturing for you to come inside frantically. 

“Come in, come in, you must be cold,” he says, ushering you inside before closing the door, locking out the cool wind that was picking up. Taking off your shoes, you accept the guest slippers he hands you gratefully— woah, are these brand new? “Can I get you anything? Something to drink, anything?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the difference in the behavior— Taehyun, you heard, wasn’t anything like your stereotypical, cruel and uncaring rich man— like Beomgyu. He always tried to keep a humble attitude, his kind and patient behavior just another reminder of their differences. 

“No, I’m alright, thank yo—“

“Taehyun, if you’re done flirting with my guest, I’d like to get some work done.” You didn’t even need a second to think of who that could be, his cold voice and colder presence almost bringing down the room temperature by a couple degrees. 

Turning to the huge stairway you had been observing from the outside, you couldn’t help but feel a slight relief as you watched Beomgyu come down in his usual, sleek attire, his cold eyes taking a moment to observe you. 

“Interesting,” he mutters, stopping at the bottom of the staircase, raising a brow questioningly as a moment passes by, watching your tense behavior with amusement. 

“Well? Are you coming?” You can’t help but flinch at the realization that you’ve been standing at the entrance awkwardly, and with one last smile sent to Taehyun, you follow him up the stairs, holding back a remark on how you couldn’t just prance around his home without his permission; unfortunately, you were his guest. 

You almost feel as though Beomgyu is trying to get you lost on purpose, because as you follow him around the endless hallways and corridors, you can’t help but feel like this house is more of a maze. Eventually, you’re led into a room, left in confusion as you take it in. 

“My study,” he says, as though having a personal study is a basic necessity. You look at him, and it’s almost as though he can hear your thoughts, taking one look at your face before he scoffs, amused almost, as he gestures for you to take a seat. 

“What, did you expect to be taken to my bedroom?” He asks, voice low and teasing as he watches you become flustered once more, your reactions much too entertaining for him as he watches you fumble for your laptop. Shaking your head, you remain silent as you open up your shared document, ready to continue your research. 

But you can’t help but shift uncomfortably as time passes, unable to get rid of the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes on you from time to time. His stare is just so intense and obvious, and you can’t help but fret and wonder if he was staring at you in a good way or a bad way.

“___. Come here.” He says, eyes already on you as you startle, looking up at him to see what he wants. You hum, raising a brow expectantly as you wait for him to elaborate. But, as impatient as he is, he simply rolls his eyes, standing up abruptly as he rounds his desk over to you, planting his laptop beside yours as he shows you his screen.

“I found a good website that could help our research,” he says, towering over you as he scrolls slowly, showing you the contents of the page. Placing a hand on the back of your chair, you try to ignore the feeling of him completely encasing you. You also try to ignore the deep purr of his voice, his quiet words only making you feel more nervous— was this too intimate?

And damn, Taehyung was right— he smelled like heaven. 

“___.” You’re snapped out of your wandering thoughts as you look up at Beomgyu, heart beating roughly against your chest as you take in the way his bangs fall over his eyes, long hair tied up in a half up half down, his eyes narrowed and looking down at you in a way that only made you even more anxious. 

He leans down, and you can’t help but lean back against your chair, the feeling of his hand on your back only startling you further— being this close to Beomgyu was only making you short circuit. Averting your eyes, you tried to ignore how close his face was to yours, how, if you wanted to, you could probably lean in and connect your lips with his.

“You’re not listening,” he mumbles, watching as you continue to entertain him with the way you try to keep yourself together, shoulders curled up around you as you try to make yourself smaller, “Are you?” 

“I am…!” You breathe out, flustered at the way he’s looking at you; it’s mocking, condescending almost, but wow… you simply can’t help but be drawn to him. 

“You are?” He echoes, voice mockingly sweet as the hand that was pressed behind you slowly begins to move, traveling across your back, sending shivers down your body as it retracts over your shoulder, slowly making its way up until he’s got you in his hands, tilting your chin up softly, his face filled with amusement as you try to not die of embarrassment.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” he says, and damn, was it just you or was he getting closer? Or, were you getting closer? 

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were thinking about someone else,” he whispers, voice so soft that if you hadn’t been hooked onto his every word, you would have missed it. It was too much, his breath fanning against your face, the deep rise and fall of your bodies, the way that if he got any closer, you would finally be able to get a taste of him. 

You fall silent, unsure of what to do. What if he was messing with you? The thought occurred to you abruptly, body flushing with heat as you remembered the amount of times he would get a new girl just to dump her after he got his fill; and you refused to be next. 

But before you could pull away, a knock rang throughout the room, Beomgyu pulling away from you so smoothly that he seemed to be the only one unaffected, his cool composure drastically different from your own. 

You almost kissed Choi Beomgyu. 

That thought alone was enough to keep you silent, trying your best to keep it together as the door opened, revealing the one person Beomgyu wanted to see last. 

“Come down for dinner,” Taehyun said, voice so cold and uncaring, the contrast of when he had spoken to you making you perk up curiously. You look at him, seeing that he has now changed into something more proper, the tension between the two not left unnoticed by you. You glance at Beomgyu, shivering at the cold expression that had overtaken his features. Briefly, he glances at you, having felt your stare, and you can’t help but become embarrassed that you got caught.

“___. Stay for dinner, will you?” Your eyes widened at Beomgyu’s request, Taehyun’s expression matching yours as the two shifted their attention on you, watching as you tried to formulate a response. 

“I couldn’t, I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you say softly, looking down as the feeling of their gaze becomes way too much for you. Honestly, you’re surprised someone as sweet as Taehyun could pull this off; he had that cold chaebol stare locked down. 

“Nonsense,” Beomgyu says, and you try your best to not let your jaw drop at his words, “You’re our guest. Let us treat you as such.”

It was borderline scary to hear Beomgyu sound so hospitable, so you knew better to refuse his offer as your eyes met his again, his brow raising as he waited for your answer. 

“Oh… alright,” you mutter, trying to not flinch at the way he suddenly grabs your hand, pulling you up and linking his arm with yours, leading you to his doorway where Taehyun stands, taking one moment to look at his eyes before he scoffs, heading to the dining room on his own.

“Excellent. Let’s go.” You try to keep your gaze away from Beomgyu, taking this time to look around the endless hallways and rooms once more. Taehyun is a few steps ahead of you, allowing you to take in his tall and broad frame. You let out a soft sound of surprise as Beomgyu pulls you in closer, and you look up at him questioningly, only to see that his eyes have never strayed from the path ahead of him.

What was Beomgyu plotting?

☆♡☆

The dinner table was much too big. 

It was a long, rectangular table, and though there were more than enough chairs on each side, only seven of them were currently occupied, Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents taking four on one end, with you sitting on the other, Beomgyu making you sit next to him, not accepting any excuse you might have prepared. Much to his dismay, Taehyun had sat down across from you two.

You expected the dinner to be tense and for Beomgyu’s parents to be irritated that someone who wasn’t of high status was currently in their home, but you were surprised to find yourself talking to the adults for half the time. You spoke of your major, of your family, and of your plans for the future. 

“So you aren’t with Beomgyu, honey?” Taehyun’s mother had asked, catching all three of you off guard as you smiled awkwardly, ignoring the looks that the two sons were throwing at their parents. 

“Mom, you can’t just ask that—“ Taehyun said, embarrassed at the straightforwardness of his mother. Shaking your head, you laughed, reassuring the man across from you. 

“It’s alright,” you reassured, looking back to the other end of the table as you met Mrs. Kang’s kind eyes— she clearly didn’t mean anything by it. “We’re not together, I just came to work on a project with him.”

She nodded, letting out a small “ah,” at your words, eyeing Beomgyu with a teasing glint as she continued. “It’s just, this is the first time I’ve seen him invite a girl to stay for dinner— usually they don’t stay for long.”

“Oh please, you’ll scare her off,” Beomgyu’s mother said, the two women laughing as they continued to poke fun at the situation, seemingly aware of Beomgyu’s reputation.

You could tell that she saw something you didn’t, because as Beomgyu cleared his throat, shifting in his seat as you looked at him curiously, you couldn’t help but notice the hesitation in his response. 

“That’s because there’s nothing going on. She’s a guest, nothing more.” He says, taking a drink of water to deflect your burning stare. 

“Hmm, alright. Honey, how was work today?” Mrs. Kang was quick to drop the subject, turning instead to the man seated next to her, the quiet man that had yet to say anything other than the greeting he said when he first saw you opening up immediately, turning to her as well as they shared the details of their day. 

Although the conversation was cut off suddenly, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to care as the two couples conversed and told the others about their day, talking and joking carelessly as if they were teenagers. It took a brief moment before you realized what they were actually doing— they were giving the three of you space to talk privately.

But you didn’t talk. You couldn’t find it in yourself to utter a single word as you felt the unspoken tension between the two men return. Beomgyu wouldn’t bother keeping up an interesting conversation with you, and you were highly doubtful that Taehyun was very talkative himself. 

So you remained silent instead, looking down at your plate with boredom as you began to think of things to tweak on your project instead. 

Just as you were about to share an idea with Beomgyu, you stopped mid bite as the feeling of Beomgyu’s hand brushing against the skin of your thighs, immediately looking at him, only to see him continue to eat, unaware of your burning stare. 

“___, where do you work?” You were caught off guard by Taehyun’s sudden question, forgetting about Beomgyu’s lingering touch as you finally allowed yourself to participate in a new conversation. 

“Ah, I work at Jin’s, the diner just a couple blocks from the campus,” you said, watching as his eyes lit up, the gracious demeanor that had greeted you at the entrance returning once more. 

“That makes sense! My friends and I go there all the time, I thought I recognized you from somewhere,” he says, before adding in, “that, and the fact that we also have a class together.” 

You nodded, sending him a smile as you asked, “yeah, how’s your project going so far?”

Listening to him go on about how useless his partner was, you laugh along to his story and can’t help but get enraptured by his charisma. He’s so easy to talk to, unlike the black hole of happiness that sat beside you, quiet as ever as he continued to eat. You surprised yourself with how easily you got along with Taehyun, before remembering that he hadn’t let his status and power go to his head, allowing him to be more approachable.

It was almost as Beomgyu wasn’t even there— almost. Because as Taehyun told you about his thoughts on the campus mysteries— apparently, there was more to the second mystery than you thought— you couldn’t help but pause as the fluttering touch on the hem of your skirt returned.

Heart pounding, you look beside you to find Beomgyu already staring back, his fingers toying with the hem of your skirt, his eyes dark and challenging as you quickly looked away, glancing back at the other end of the table in embarrassment— only to find them talking cheerfully, their conversation so closed off that you wondered if they forgot you were here as well. 

Looking back at Taehyun, you nod at his story, laughing along as you place a shaking hand over Beomgyu’s in a weak attempt to stop him, which only makes his touch on your skin more prominent as you press his hand down. 

You were practically shaking. What was wrong with you! His whole family— and Taehyun’s— was right here, yet… you were hesitating to pull his hand off of you. 

He raised a brow, looking at you curiously as he waited for your next move. Slowly, his fingertips traced lines along your skin, the slight pressure of his nails leaving you a flustered mess. 

You gulped— what was he thinking? There was no way he would go any further, right? Plus, as much as you hated to admit, his touch was slowly becoming more and more welcomed. Yet, just as you were about to gather the courage to pull his hand away, you knock your glass of water over, letting out a small gasp as the water spills over your lap. 

“Oh no, I’m so sorry!” You say, reaching for a napkin and immediately going to wipe down the table. Taehyun only reassures you, his kind smile and soft voice managing to calm you down, the embarrassment of your actions leaving you to frantically clean up your area. 

“Tsk. What a mess.” The used napkins are left beside you in a sulking pile, and you can’t help but tense at the reminder that the water had spilled all over your lap— the reminder being the way Beomgyu was currently helping you clean up.

Gulping, you watch tensely as he pats down your skirt, the napkin in his hands doing nothing to provide a barrier from the warmth of his skin as the paper absorbs the water. Your breathing is shaky as he slowly pats down your thighs, your skirt having ridden up and exposed more of your skin. Looking up, you glance at his parents as a reflex, only to see them already back to their conversation after having reassured you that it was nothing to worry about. 

The water had trickled down all over your skin and in between your thighs, but Beomgyu only ignored those parts as he went back to eating, eager to get the attention of the other pesky person off of him. Your eyes met with Taehyuns, a sheepish smile on your face as you took in the way he stared at you, lips parted slightly before you apologized once more, snapping out of his thoughts as he reassured you once more. 

“Seriously, it’s no big deal,” he said, a kind smile on his face as the two of you resumed your conversation. You tried to ignore the remaining moisture on your thighs, knowing that it would be extremely awkward to go ahead and wipe in between your legs in front of them, left to shift uncomfortably in your seat as your thighs rubbed together. 

But as the maids bring out the next course, leaving you gaping in awe at the thought of someone eating like this all the time, you realize that you weren’t the only one who was bothered by the remaining water. Because as you stutter mid comment on how delicious the food looks, you can’t help but let the words fall dead on your tongue as Beomgyu’s hand sneaks in, gently prodding your legs apart— and you, in your dumbfounded state, allow him to. 

The napkin in his hands is ticklish and leaves a feather-like touch as he wipes down your skin. Taehyun is too busy eating to notice the way you’re staring at your food like an idiot, eyes widened in panic as you stiffen, unsure what to do.

Should you… stop him? You can’t help but debate that thought for a second, part of you grateful of the fact that he really did dry you. But the other part is currently panicking at the way the napkin has been discarded by now, replaced by his hand as he slowly runs his fingers up and down your inner thigh, the feeling already too much for someone like you. 

This whole day, Beomgyu has been driving you crazy. In the library, in the study, hell, even here! His teasing is constant, yet he always stops right before he can do anything incriminating— anything that would change the way you see each other. 

Which leaves you to wonder; How far is Beomgyu willing to go? Because as you slowly pick up your utensils, you can’t help the way you relax at his touch, the neediness going to your head and allowing you to go along with whatever he tries to do— you doubt he’ll really do anything.

Beomgyu glances at you, and truly, it’s almost as if he can read your thoughts; because what started off as simple teasing has turned into a challenge, and Beomgyu is not one to back down. 

He’s abandoned his spot in your inner thighs. Now, he’s found a much better purchase in the apex of your thighs, his index finger taking its time to run over your clothed slit. Choking on your food, you wave off Taehyun’s worried questioning, reassuring him before you throw Beomgyu a panicked glance— he simply shrugs. 

You think that if either of the two strained their ears, they would be able to hear your heart pounding against your chest. You’re nervous, shaky even, as you try to remain cool, trying your best to converse with Taehyun as you realize that wow, this feels really good. 

Something about Taehyun, kind, handsome, welcoming, talking to you eagerly while Beomgyu sat next to you, hand hidden beneath the tablecloth and playing with you like he knew what was best for you, drove you absolutely crazy. 

God, you really were a total prude. You realized, biting down on your lip as you realized with shame just how turned on you were. Beomgyu had yet to do anything to you, yet you were driven crazy by a few simple touches— which is exactly why you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched at the feeling of his finger circling slowly on your clit, the cloth of your panties beginning to stick uncomfortably to you as he continued his ministrations, your eyes widening as he began to teasingly push against your entrance. 

You might just go insane. It was so overwhelming, yet it wasn’t enough, the way that Beomgyu stimulated you with ease, yet refused to go further. The barrier between the two of you drove you mad, and before you could stop and think over what you were doing, you reached down to grab at his wrist, stopping all of his movement. 

He looked at you, waiting for your next move, eyes darkening as he inhaled slowly, trying to remain unfazed as you pushed your hand against your pussy, grinding down on him as you guided him to push your panties to the side— a switch had been flipped between the two of you, and there was no going back. 

Beomgyu’s fingers were long and slender, his movements confident and experienced as he pushed inside, jaw clenching as he took in just how tight you were. Taking a sip of your now refilled water, you tried to choke down the sounds that were fighting to escape from your lips, the foreign feeling of someone else’s hands on you making you dizzy.

You waited patiently for him to do something, anything, your thighs shaking with need the longer he waited, your hips grinding down on him subconsciously as the need in your stomach grew even more. Yet just as you were about to gather the courage to look at him, you looked to the end of the table, watching as Beomgyu and Taehyun’s parents stood up, making their way to where the three of you sat.

Stopping behind Taehyun, you waited expectantly for Beomgyu to pull out of you, only to realize with horror that Beomgyu wasn’t planning to. You were beyond ashamed as you flashed them all a small smile, watching as they adjusted their outfits before turning to you.

“We have a business meeting to attend, so we’re going to be leaving early,” Beomgyu’s mother said, directing her words to all three of you as her husband stood next to her, nodding silently. “It was a pleasure meeting you, ___. Feel free to come back to visit,” she said, and you nodded, bowing gratefully at her words. 

“Thank you, it was a pleasure meeting you as well. Thank you for having me,” you meekly reply, afraid that if you make a wrong move, they’ll find out just what the two of you are currently up to. You watch stiffly as they say goodbye to their sons, telling them teasingly to behave before they’re off, chatting eagerly amongst themselves as they don’t bother glancing back at the three of you again. 

It was silent— and so, so awkward. Maybe it was just you, but you’re sure that if you weren’t careful, you could probably choke on the tension in the room. Your hands were shaky as you reached for your water once more, a thick wave of embarrassment washing over you as you took in the reality of the situation; that being, Beomgyu’s warm hand that was still nestled comfortably between your thighs.

And as the neediness in your stomach cooled down, you realized with a heavy dread what you had done. Despite your usual overthinking and worrying, you had completely given in to the temptation that was Beomgyu, and you couldn’t be more disappointed in yourself if you tried. Carefully, you reached down to grasp Beomgyu’s wrist once more, trying to not pay attention to the way he glanced at you curiously. 

“I should get going,” you say, pulling his hand away harshly as you try to not wince at the suddenness. The two men turn to you, watching as you shyly stand before them, avoiding their gazes as if one look could give away everything you were thinking about. 

“It’s getting late, and I’ve got a busy day tomorrow.” Sending Beomgyu a polite smile, you fidget nervously as you ask, “Could I go back to your study to get my bag?” 

“I’ll take you there,” he says, and before you can protest, he’s standing up, not bothering to spare a glance to Taehyun before he’s walking you back to the staircase, trailing behind you without another word.

Your heart is practically pounding out of your chest as you walk up the stairs, the feeling of Beomgyu’s eyes still on you making you flush hotly with embarrassment. He wasn’t even trying to hide it; you could feel him blatantly trying to look up your skirt as you walked, unsure of what to do as you glanced back at him, only to be sent a coy smile in return. 

You’re practically running back to the study as you finally reach the second floor, uncaring of whether or not you seem rude as you get to the room before him, opening the door and packing your things as quickly as you can. You’re struggling to make room for your laptop in your bag as you see Beomgyu appear in the doorway out of the corner of your eye, gulping nervously as his silent stare is caught on you once more. 

“Why are you in such a hurry?” He asks, taking slow steps towards you as he watches you fumble with your bag. You don’t respond, finding much more interest in the zipper of your bag as you try to get it to close properly. 

He slams his hand on the table, and you’re flinching at the sound as you feel him tower over you, placing his hand on the chair that stood between you and the man that set your nerves alight. You can’t bring yourself to look up as you feel him lean in closer, his breath practically fanning on your cheek as you feel him exhale in amusement. 

“Thought you might’ve wanted to keep me company,” he says, his voice soft and alluring as he places a hand on top of yours, successfully stopping your fidgeting as you freeze entirely.

“It’s getting late, I should really go,” you say, unsure of what else to say as Beomgyu only takes your word with a grain of salt. 

“It is,” he says, his voice soft and sultry against your ear, “I wouldn’t want you going home at such a dangerous hour.” 

You’re not given much time to react before you’re being pulled, the small obstacle between you two no more as you find yourself practically sitting on the desk, your eyes wide as Beomgyu quickly slots himself between your legs, his arms trapping you in as he pouts at you mockingly. 

“You’ll stay a little longer, right?” He says, watching the way you gulp nervously under his strong gaze, the welcoming scent of his cologne enticing you to give in and become another girl on his roster. 

“I have to go,” you say, pushing weakly at his chest, surprised when he lets you pull away from him and reach for your bag frantically. He doesn’t bother following you as you scamper out of his study, your head bowed down and the slippers you were given scuffing against the tiles of the cold home as you’re hurrying your way back to the main entrance. You spot Taehyun on your way there, but all you can do is hurry your footsteps and duck your head further in embarrassment as you try to ignore the way he seems ready to stop you in your tracks. 

Beomgyu watches from his window as you sheepishly ask the valet for your car, fidgeting nervously and pacing back and forth as you wait patiently. You’re like a deer in headlights, doe eyes wide and panicked and your legs shaky as you thank the man, climbing in your car clumsily and driving off faster than he expected you to. 

You were cute, Beomgyu decided, pausing for a second before also deciding that he didn’t mind playing along to get what he wanted. 

☆♡☆

“—I’m so fucked up, like, who does that? His parents were right there!” You’re practically falling apart at the seams as you recite your evening to Taehyung, clutching a pillow tightly against your chest as you try to not look at Taehyung’s reaction from his seat on the couch. It was like word vomit, the story practically escaping you the moment you walked back into your shared apartment, Taehyung’s jaw dropping further and further the more you told him. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” he breathes out, amazed at your story as he stares at you incredulously, his comment only making you writhe around the couch and whine in embarrassment. 

“I don’t, that’s the thing!” You cry out, placing your hands on your face as you feel your skin heating up, “He’s so— I don’t know, He’s just straight up insane, but I can’t help but follow along like an idiot! Why? What’s wrong with me?”

“You got it bad,” Taehyung says matter of factly, his simple sentence making you feel as though a weight dropped on your chest. You turn to him, nervous as you let his words linger in your mind. 

“Do not.” You deny, turning back to look at your ceiling, ignoring the way Taehyung only scoffs and rolls his eyes at your claims. The silence, you find, is more unbearable than Taehyung grilling you for details about your experience. You find yourself restless, unable to be too sure of your words as you rethink every interaction that you had with him tonight.

“The valet guy was cute.” 

“Tell me more.”

You’re desperate to get your thoughts away from Beomgyu. 

☆♡☆

Your thoughts are filled with nothing but Beomgyu.

It’s official— you’ve gone insane. It seems your little inexperienced brain couldn’t handle the feeling of another’s hand shoved in between your legs, because you simply have yet to have a moment where your thoughts aren’t filled with that dreadful day. To make things worse—or better, honestly— Beomgyu also has yet to come up to you again. Just like he promised, he was too busy to even look in your direction; or so, you’d like to think.

There’s no reason for you to care, but what if that was it? What if that night at his home had been enough of a taste for Beomgyu, and he had now decided that he’s had his fill? Was he just tossing you aside now? Did he find you pathetic?

It really shouldn’t be bothering you that much; but it did. It did, and it absolutely tore you apart that it could itch at you that much. For crying out loud, what did you expect? Choi Beomgyu was the last person you should have taken interest in, but sometimes you even found yourself thinking about the expensive cologne that you swore still lingered around you. 

“___, I didn’t expect to see you here,” you’re slow to look up as the voice calls out to you, lost in thought as it takes you a moment to recognize the second person that you’d rather not confront at the moment; Kang Taehyun. Throughout Beomgyu’s absence, Taehyun had also seemed to take a liking to you, beginning to approach you more and more often during and after classes. You could already hear the rumors that would bubble up at your sudden interactions, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to care much this time.

“Hey,” you smile weakly, tired as you glance back down at the stubborn stain you’ve been trying to get off for the past minute. This was quite honestly the last place you’d rather meet either of the men in, but Taehyun did say that he came to this diner a lot. “Is there anything I can get you?” 

“Ah, just a chocolate milkshake, for now,” he says, watching as you nod before you’re pacing around behind the counter, going back and forth as you begin to make it. Taehyun’s gaze is far more different than Beomgyu’s; it’s less intense, and you don’t feel like you’re in danger everytime you feel his eyes on you. And as you slid the glass towards him, you couldn’t help but feel a bit more welcomed by his presence as he spoke. 

“You seem a bit stressed, is everything alright?” He asks, taking a sip from his drink before he continues, “Beomgyu isn’t bothering you, is he?”

“No no, nothing like that,” you say, quick to deny his claims. The last thing you needed was more tension between the two. “Honestly, I haven’t even seen him recently.”

“Hmm, right,” Taehyun hums, moving his straw about absentmindedly as he stirs the whipped cream, “He should be in New York right about now.” 

“New York? Really?” You say, pausing your cleaning as you imagine the sight, “What’s he doing all the way over there?”

It’s too late for you to retract and apologize for asking too many questions, but as you watch Taehyun lean on the counter, you’re pleasantly surprised to find that he doesn’t mind answering you.

“He insisted on going with our fathers to a meeting,” He says, rolling his eyes at the thought, “Insisting he has to do it because he’ll be taking over the company soon.” 

Sometimes you forget that the two are millionaires— well, mostly Taehyun, but still— but it’s times like these where you can’t help but feel like being partnered with Beomgyu is just a continuous slap in the face. Here you are, working a horrible shift at a random diner in Korea, all whilst your partner is miles away and probably enjoying the night view of a busy city. Life truly is unfair.

“Hmm, of course,” you say, unable to hide the fact that you cannot relate to anything Taehyun is saying, “Must suck that you didn’t go, huh?” 

“Oh no, not at all,” he’s quick to shut down your claims, surprising you as he shakes his head at the very thought. “I wouldn’t mind taking over for the company, but I couldn’t care less about it, honestly. I actually have a career I want to pursue, unlike Beomgyu.”

“Really?” You say, unable to hold back your surprise at his words. A quick glance around the diner, and another glance at the clock is all you need before you’re leaning in as well, curious to hear more about Taehyun. “And what is that?”

It’s odd how quickly you’re drawn to Taehyun— but then again, he’s just so charming and charismatic as he tells you about how he wishes to work at his dream law firm, and how he wishes to separate himself as someone independent, and not just someone who’s relying on daddy’s money.

“My father isn’t a bad person by any means,” he’s quick to correct himself as glances back up at you, sending you a sheepish smile as he says so. But as he looks back at his half-drunk milkshake, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes harden into something else as he continues. 

“But seeing Beomgyu parade around as if he’s untouchable, it just annoys me.” He’s running his fingers along the glass, drawing shapes with the precipitation of the cool drink, “if it weren’t for his father’s money, he wouldn’t be able to get away with half the shit he does.” 

He pauses, looking back up at you with an apologetic smile as he adds, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump that on you.”

“No, I get where you’re coming from,” you say, surprised with yourself as you finally admit those words out loud, “He’s definitely a bit hard to handle.” 

And for the rest of the night, you’re ashamed to admit that you and Taehyun bonded over your strange experiences with the boy, talking until you no longer needed that common factor to keep the conversation going. You talked until you glanced up at the clock once more, surprised to find that it was time for you to clock out already.

“I gotta go,” you said, sending him an apologetic smile before saying your goodbyes. You were quick to clock out, gathering all your things before you went back up front, ready to leave when you were left surprised at what you saw. You had expected Taehyun to be gone by now, but he was still there, scrolling through his phone absentmindedly as he fiddled with the straw of his empty drink. You pause in your steps, unsure of what to do as he looks up, sending you a smile as you see him tapping at the table nervously. 

“Sorry, it’s just, it’s been nice talking,” he says, biting at his lips as he takes in the way you fight back a smile, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a bit longer?” 

You’re not sure why, but it’s easier to be bolder around Taehyun; maybe it’s because you actually get an option with him. But you can’t help the way curiosity tugs at you, bringing you closer to him as you take in all his nervous habits.

“Sure, we could go to my place,” you pause, before remembering that Taehyung would probably be there; you didn’t really need him to pry at the poor boy before you, “Or actually, is it alright if we go to yours? My roommate has someone over tonight.”

It’s a small lie, but it’s worth it as you see Taehyun beam brightly at you, leading him to your car as the two of you continue to talk as if you had been friends for years, allowing him to drive as you let him take you to his home. You expected things to slow down during the ride to his house and remain awkward, but you were surprised to find that Taehyun was very good at keeping a conversation going. You spoke of your interests and hobbies, quickly finding out that the two of you had the same taste in music. 

It’s scary how magnetic the boy before you is, because as you’re entering the same mansion as last time, much to your surprise, you can’t help but feel intrigued at how much warmer the home has become with him next to you. Your cheeks sting from smiling and you feel light as you walk up the stairs, slightly surprised when you’re led to his own room instead of another unnecessary room. 

“You have a room of your own here?” You say, surprised to find that it wasn’t just another guest room. He’s visibly caught off guard by your words, and you can’t help but scold yourself at the fact that you let your mouth run by itself once more. 

“Well, I practically grew up here, and our family mostly spends their time here as well,” he says, and you can’t help but feel slightly alienated at his words— again, how many rooms do they have?

“Do you want some clothes to change into?” Taehyun asks, noticing the way you had been fidgeting uncomfortably, fiddling with your clothes mindlessly as it finally clicked in his head that you were still in your work clothes. You’re quick to deny him, but it’s easy to make you give in as he insists, and it isn’t long before he’s showing you to his bathroom (because obviously, he would have a personal bathroom) leaving you alone as you’re given a moment to change. 

It’s a simple pair of sweatpants and a white shirt, similar to the attire you saw him in the first time you visited. You put it on, the clothes loose in some places, but fitting nicely overall. You take a second to observe yourself in the mirror, feeling yourself heat up at how oddly intimate this was. You were hesitant to come out, nervous to see what he would think when he saw you. 

“There’s this drama that I’ve been wanting to watch for a while now,” he says, glancing at where you stood at the doorway. He made no comments about how you looked, patting the spot next to him softly as he beckoned you to sit next to him. It was oddly reassuring, knowing that you wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells around him— slowly, you made your way to his bed, sitting down as you left a bit of space between the two of you.

“Hometown Cha Cha Cha?” You said, reading the title out loud as you briefly skimmed the description. “I didn’t think you’d watch kdramas.”

“Well, it was my mother who always watched them,” he says, leaning back against his bed frame as he sends you a sheepish smile, “she just seemed to pass on the habit.” 

It’s endearing, the way Taehyun looks a bit self conscious as he hovers over the play button, unsure of whether or not you might find his tastes in shows embarrassing.

“I heard that it’s really good,” you say, allowing yourself to lay back against the pillows as you begin to get comfortable, “play it.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the way Taehyun smiles to himself, the two of you going silent as the show begins to play. 

☆♡☆

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I can’t watch,” you say, covering your eyes as you sink into the fortress of pillows that surrounds you. Taehyun only laughs, trying to pry your hands away from your face as you whine, shaking your head no as he insists.

“I would literally die if I did that,” you say, watching as the main character is shown drunk and out of control, blatantly embarrassing herself in front of her love interest, “I would rather forget everything than remember that I acted like that.” 

“Personally, I would love to see that,” he says, leaning towards you as he looks down at where you lay, “In fact, can I get you something to drink?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, pushing his face away as he chuckles at your reaction. It goes silent, the two of you too busy watching the show to continue teasing each other. Out of the corner of your eye, you find yourself much closer to Taehyun than you had been when you started— yet you can’t bring yourself to care as you take in his presence, enjoying the subtle scent of his cologne as your thoughts begin to stray once more. 

Taehyun was so sweet. He was warm and charming, and you couldn’t help but find yourself wishing that you could get even closer to him as time passed, glancing at him from time to time as you took in the way he looked as he focused on the show, his side profile just as gorgeous as the rest of him.

“Do I have something on my face?” He doesn’t even bother looking away from the tv as he says those words, startling you as you try to think of an excuse to play it off. But before you can say anything, he’s turning to you, resting his face in the palm of his hand as he looks at you teasingly— you can’t help but be reminded of Beomgyu at this moment. 

Oh god, you think to yourself, lips parted as you find yourself unable to say anything, helpless to the way he’s leaning closer, to the way his other hand travels to find itself on your waist, allowing him to overtake your senses as you feel his breath fan on your skin.

Not him too.

You’re not sure what to do, and you’re sure as hell not sure of what will come next as you let yourself give in, weak to his charms as his lips land on yours, the show long forgotten as you begin to sink into the mattress below you. He’s hovering over you, the kiss slow and sweet as you feel his hands begin to wander, your own finding purchase on his shoulders as you grip onto him tightly, too afraid to pull away and face what happens next. 

He’s addicting, and you find yourself unable to pull away for even a second, the kiss messy and needy as you feel him straddle you, his thigh clumsily prying at your legs before he’s slotted it between you, his hands cupping your face as he hovers over you eagerly.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he says, whispering the words against your lips as you feel your stomach come alive with butterflies, smiling shyly at the compliment as you feel him trial kisses down the column of your neck. 

“I’m sorry this is so sudden, but I just… I couldn’t hold myself back.” You can feel the way his hand lingers at the hem of your— his— shirt, playing with the fabric as you lace your hands in his hair. “You just looked so good in my clothes, it was driving me crazy.” 

“Was this your plan all along?” You joke, sighing at the feeling of his warm hand reaching under the pesky shirt to hold your waist. He’s quick to pull away at that, eyes wide as he looks at you, practically glowing as the light of the tv shines behind him. 

“No— sorry, did it feel that way?” He looks genuine as he apologizes, worried that he may have overstepped a line as he pulls away from you. It’s brief, though, because before you can think twice, you’re pulling him back in, feeling him groan softly against your lips as he lets himself melt against you.

“I was joking,” you clarify, breathless as you feel him shift, his thigh pressing up against you as you gasp at the feeling, allowing Taehyun to take this chance to deepen the kiss. The two of you are desperate and shameless as you let your hands wander, the feeling of his lingering touches leaving a hot trail on your skin. You’re practically suffocating as you’re encased beneath him, the feeling leaving you dizzy and weak to him. 

Your hands find his shoulders as you’re pushing him away, the two of you sitting up and taking a moment to catch your breath. His lips are swollen and red as he looks at you, but before he can get another word out, you’re quickly climbing on his lap as you straddle him, taking his head in your hands as he looks up at you.

“You look so good like this,” he says, his hands finding themselves on the small of your back as they itch to venture further down. You hum, smiling at his words as you bring him in for another slow kiss— then another, and another, before the two decide that it’s no longer enough, that you’d rather have more.

You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but you can’t allow yourself to stop in fear of crashing down from this high. Yet, as you sit back and watch Taehyun take his shirt off, you can’t help but feel yourself become unsure as you take a second to observe him— unfortunately for you, he’s quick to notice. 

“Are you sure about this?” He says, pausing in his touches as he watches you crash down from your wave; you’re flustered, taking in the way his toned skin practically begs to be touched. You sit there, unsure of what to say as his hands remain at your waist, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he waits for you to say something.

“It’s just— I haven’t done anything like this in a while,” it’s beyond embarrassing to admit, and you can feel your body heating up as you avoid his gaze, looking away and back to the show that was still playing in the background. Your nerves are on fire as you wait for him to say something, inhaling sharply as he cups your cheek, forcing you to look back at him as he sends you a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he says, allowing you to take a moment to decide for yourself. 

“But you look so good,” you pout, shamelessly checking him out as you feel your hands find their way to his shoulders, letting yourself run one down his chest, taking in the way he shivers at your touch. 

“Then I’ll be gentle,” he says, leaning in to give you a soft peck. You’re quick to chase after his lips, ready to throw caution to the wind as he asks, “Are you sure?” 

And yes, you are. If it’s Taehyun, then you’re more than sure. He’s been nothing but kind and patient with you, and you can’t help the way you’re completely drawn to him. You nod, whispering your confirmation against his lips, and that’s all he needs before he’s tugging at the hem of your shirt, urging you to take off the clothing as well. 

You’re pulling away as you’re beginning to tug the shirt over your head, but before you can do so, a rough knock makes you pull away from him faster than the speed of light. Taehyun, you notice, is beyond annoyed as he does nothing, the glare that he sends the door before him practically deadly as another knock follows shortly. 

He sends you an apologetic glance before he’s rummaging around the bed for his shirt, laughing softly as you sheepishly hand it to him, your eyes already avoiding his own as you try to remain calm. Yet before he even stands up, he’s grabbing the back of your neck, a soft sound of surprise leaving you as he quickly pulls you in for a last kiss, the feeling of your hands grabbing at his already wrinkled shirt making him smile against your lips.

“Fucking asshole…” he grumbles, rolling his eyes as another harsh knock interrupts your moment. It’s then, when you realize with horror, just who is outside Taehyun’s door. 

You watch nervously from the safety of his blankets as Taehyun opens the door, barely allowing himself or the rest of the room to be seen as he’s standing in the small crack, the opening blocked by his body as he leans against the doorway casually. 

“What do you want.” His voice is back to the cold and commanding tone that never fails to set your fight or flight response alight. Taehyun’s voice is octaves lower, and you’re surprised to find yourself enjoying it more than you should. 

“I’m trying to sleep, and you’re disturbing me. My trip was very exhausting, you know.” Beomgyu is quick and to the point as he speaks, attempting to glance behind Taehyun to see who else might be in the room. Taehyun only moves, blocking his sight as the thought of Beomgyu seeing you and possibly trying to start something irks him. Beomgyu raises a brow at the other’s behavior, scoffing at his actions as he watches the way Taehyun prickles at his every move.

“What’re you hiding in there,” he says, feeling his curiosity mix in with his annoyance as the man before him is quick to shut him down, glaring at him as he tells him to leave. But then again, Beomgyu loves a good challenge. 

It’s so sudden, and all you can see from where you sit on the bed is the way Beomgyu grabs onto the door, pushing it open as he peeks in, eyes apathetic until they land on you. 

“___.” He says, and you can’t help the way your body shivers at the way your name rolls off his tongue like honey, a perfect trap as you look up at him with your panicked eyes. Even as Taehyun tells him to leave, he can’t take his eyes off you, taking in the way you’ve seemed to make yourself comfortable in Taehyun’s clothes, in Taehyun’s bed. 

There’s nothing truly compromising about your position, but you can’t help but feel self conscious at the way he stares at you, the air thickened with tension as Taehyun stands to the side, jaw clenched as he waits for Beomgyu’s stubbornness to dry out. 

“Seems you’ve made yourself quite at home,” his voice is icy and mean as he directs his jabs at you, watching the way your wide eyes silently plead at him to not say anything that might relate to the things he did to you— the things you allowed him to do. To your relief, nothing else is said as he turns to Taehyun, his face empty of anything that could give away how he felt. 

The two of them share a look, and unbeknownst to you, they silently acknowledge the fact that there’s a new interest that has hooked them both; you. And with one last glance at you, Beomgyu returns to his room, his jaw ticking with anger as his thoughts are filled with the way you seemed so comfortable in Taehyun’s bed— the way that Taehyun had gained an advantage to your heart. 

But Beomgyu wasn’t going to lose— he was sure of that. 

☆♡☆

“You! Coward! Why! Are! You! Here! Then!” You’re practically on the verge of losing your voice as Taehyung’s every word is punctuated with a smack of a pillow, left cornered on the couch as he traps you in with his body. Your pleas fall on deaf ears as he continues to scold you, the memory of Taehyung’s face after you had told him what had happened enough to let you know that you hit a nerve. 

To your pleasant surprise, the assault weapon is tossed to the side as Taehyung hovers over you, squishing your cheeks together as he glares at you.

“You have,” he says, forehead touching against your as he lets all his frustrations out, “Not one, but two— two!! Hot rich men after you, and you mean to tell me you chicken out both times?!” 

“I know!” You say, weakly defending yourself as you’re pushing Taehyung off of you, glaring back at him as you grab onto the discarded pillow, hugging it tightly as you speak. 

“But first off, Beomgyu is an asshole,” you say, reminding him that neither of you particularly like the boy, “And Taehyun… Taehyun…”

“Exactly.” Taehyung says, cutting you off as he ignores your glare, “No excuses. He was fine and you wanted him.”

“But Beomgyu, and like, probably the rest of his family, was right there!”

“Didn’t stop you last time!” 

The two of you immediately go silent at his words, your eyes wide in shock as you stare at him, jaw to the floor as he stares back, as equally floored as you are.

“That was low.”

“I know. But I have a point.” 

“You do…” you sigh, leaning back on the couch as you throw your head back, staring at the ceiling as you try to forget your embarrassing memory. Nothing happened; you couldn’t really bring yourself to do anything as you two were left in a tense silence.

You tried to wait it out— you really did— but you couldn’t help the way your thoughts were brought back to Beomgyu each time, wondering just where his room was that had him being able to listen to the two of you that clearly. (Not that the two of you were even that loud… right?) But the guilt of having him on the back of your mind while you and Taehyun tried your best to go back to normal was too much for you, and before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to him.

It felt awful trying to reassure him that he had done nothing wrong, but you weren’t sure how to explain to him the real reason why you just couldn’t stick around longer. And even as you thought back to that moment, you could still feel the butterflies that swarmed your stomach at the way he seemed so shy as he asked you to stay a bit longer. 

“___. Look at me.” If it weren’t for Taehyung’s change in tone, you wouldn’t have bothered moving an inch from the couch. But you complied, curious to what your friend would say as you raised your head, slowly sitting up and meeting his eyes as you waited for him to continue. 

“You are going to go up to Taehyun the first chance you get,” he says, taking your hand as you gave him an unconvinced look, “And you are going to ask him out on a date. And possibly get laid.” 

“Tae, you know damn well—“

“I do!” He says, stopping you in your tracks as he grips onto your hand even tighter, ignoring the way you wince and try to slip away. But he’s persistent, glaring at you as he waits for you to settle down. “But that man has laid all his cards out for you, and I will not stand by and watch you ruin the opportunity of your lifetime!” 

When he was met with nothing but silence and a dead stare, he scoffed, letting go of your hand as he laid back on the couch, arms crossed with annoyance.

“I will literally spend the day outside if you need me to so no one will interrupt you. I’m being serious.”

“Why are you so interested in this?” You whined, caving in as you slouched down, hugging your pillow tightly to your chest as you pouted, “it’s not even that big of a deal.” 

“Stop saying that!” He says, throwing the only pillow left by his side at you, much to your dismay, “You know that’s not true!”

Okay, he was right, and you knew he was right. This was by far the wildest opportunity that had ever been set on your path, and only a fool would pass by such a chance— And while you were more than willing to be that fool, Taehyung was not. 

“You got anything going on tomorrow?” You asked weakly.

“No.”

“You do now. Stay out of the house.” 

Taehyung brightened at your words, and you tried to tune out his gloating and excited chatter as you tried to steel yourself for what you were going to do— you were going to finish what you started.

☆♡☆

Tae :] 

??? He’s not there??

BRO

You couldn’t help the way your mood immediately depleted at the reminder, finding yourself unable to follow along with your professor's words as your eyes found themselves lingering at the place where Taehyun usually sits. Honestly, what cruel coincidence was this? You didn’t even have his number, and the only chance you had to approach him was taken from your hands. 

Someone has it out for you, you decided, slouched down as you try your best to write something down. Yet while you were too busy sulking in your own little world, you were too distracted to feel the way Beomgyu sat a few rows behind you, unable to take his eyes away from you as he watched your sluggish behavior.

He knew what you were thinking— it was so obvious, with the way you keep glancing back at the empty space where Taehyun sits— and he couldn’t help but feel himself get more aggravated as time went on. 

Honestly, he couldn’t be more pissed if he tried. Beomgyu finally sets his eyes on a new target, and Taehyun takes it as an invitation to pursue you as well? To make things worse, the memory of you in Taehyun’s room never seemed to leave his head. But Taehyun wasn’t there to bother you now; much to the other’s protests, he was currently off to Japan with his parents in hopes to form a partnership with another company. 

With Taehyun, it had always been a competition. And although his parents never showed it now, they both knew that they were only born to make sure that there would be someone to take over the company when they no longer couldn’t— what they hadn’t accounted for, however, was their sheer lack of interest in doing it together. It may have worked for Beomgyu’s father and his friend, but Taehyun had never piqued his interest; much less had he become friends with the boy. Their relationship was nothing but a race to the top— and Beomgyu was going to make sure that he wouldn’t lose. 

Yet, as the years went by, Taehyun had grown out of his interest in his father’s business. He had no interest in taking over, much to his parent’s disappointment. Although a phantom pressure still lingered, all that was left for the two boys was a tension that would never go away— they were stuck seeing each other as opponents, and nothing more. 

So what had started as a game had inevitably turned into more. Beomgyu never had any real intentions in keeping you around, but seeing Taehyun follow you around like a lost dog had Beomgyu quickly changing his mind; it was petty, but he truly couldn’t care less. 

He’d have you wrapped around his finger in no time. 

He didn’t really have a plan on what to do, but as the lecture ended and everyone started to trickle out of the classroom, he knew that he had to do something now before you slipped out of his clutches. 

“___.”

You swear that Beomgyu had a knack of appearing when you least wanted him to. 

You couldn’t bother putting up a smile as you turned to him, raising a brow as you waited for him to speak, unamused as you adjusted your glasses. He was silent, much to your annoyance, and it seemed as though he hadn’t a clue on what he wanted to say either. 

“I need a favor.” 

“A favor? Why? What favor?” To say you were caught off guard would be an understatement, because as you waited for him to elaborate, you could already feel your stomach forming a whirlwind of anxiety— nothing good could come from those words. 

“I need a date,” he says, ignoring the way you immediately begin to try to refuse him, “We’re celebrating the success of our new partnership, and I want you to come with me.” 

“Why can’t you just get some other girl?” You snap, already walking out of the empty classroom, Beomgyu hot on your heels. He frowns, following you out as you try to shake him off to no avail. It’s a nice fall day outside, the cool breeze that shakes the autumn trees making you shiver involuntarily. Just when you think he might have given up, you stop, the harsh tug on your jacket making you send the boy behind you a scowl. 

“I don’t want some other girl.” He says, eyes locked on you as he takes a step forward, keeping you still with the grip on your jacket, “I want you.” 

Beomgyu watches you closely— he takes in every change of expression, the way that his words seem to have caught you off guard, your nervous demeanor returning as you try to stutter out an answer. He stares, gaze unmoving as he smiles, eyes teasing as he watches you begin to mold to his will. 

“No.” 

So close. 

It isn’t much, but the small twitch of Beomgyu’s brow is all you need to know— he doesn’t want to hear no. But the thought of agreeing to his offer sends chills down your spine— nothing good can come from this. The two of you are still, unable to leave as the back and forth commences once more; every enticing offer that slips past his lips is met with your refusal. 

“No, why are you so stuck on it being me?!” You exclaim, taking a step back as you watch him go quiet. 

Honestly, what was he doing? Standing there and begging you to accompany him— this wasn’t how things were supposed to play out; if anything, he should be having you at his feet. But as he stands there, observing the way you’re flushed and annoyed, your eyes glaring at him through your glasses, he finds his stomach twisting at the thought that bubbles in his mind— he’s quick to push it down. 

“You— fuck…” he’s running a hand through his hair, long locks parting through his fingers as he stands back, amazed at the effect you seem to have on him. He huffs, watching your sparkling eyes light with that same curiosity that he’s always been secretly fond of; the same curiosity that always seems to want to learn more about him. 

And he’s not wrong, because you soon find yourself wondering what he’s thinking, what his true intentions are; what he’s hiding behind that icy persona. You can already hear Taehyung’s words from over here— do it, it’ll be fun, how often do you get invited to things like this?’

You decide to channel your inner Taehyung— just this once, maybe you should loosen up. 

“Where is the party…” your words are barely audible, too embarrassed that you’ve changed your mind, and that, once again, Beomgyu has gotten his way. But it’s enough for him, because his demeanor changes in the blink of an eye, and the calm and cool persona that you see on a daily basis comes back. 

“We’re hosting it, obviously,” he shrugs off the glare you send him, “and it’s tonight.” 

“Tonight?!” You say, eyes wide as you clutch your bag in panic, “what am I even supposed to wear…” 

“That’s why I brought this up now,” he says, grabbing your hand before he’s tugging you in the opposite direction of your original destination; you protest as you tell him to let you go, but he doesn’t bother listening as his hold on you only tightens in response. 

“Where are we going?” You whine, stomping your feet as he ignores you once more. You’re irritated— for someone who was asking something of you, he sure was as annoying as ever. 

“What do you think?” He says, his tone sarcastic as you stop in front of an expensive looking car— truly, you couldn’t care less about cars, but simply being around this one makes you nervous. And, to no one’s surprise, Beomgyu unlocks it, signaling you to get in. “We’re getting you something to wear.” 

“Take me to the mall or something, I’m on a budget,” you say, sitting hesitantly in the passenger’s seat; wow, the car smelled so nice. You can’t help but feel a bit depressed as Beomgyu pulls out of the parking lot, upset that you’ll have to splurge on such a sudden event. He simply chuckles at your words, and you can already feel a degrading jab coming your way— but nothing comes. 

Instead, the car ride remains silent as you stare out the window, the anxiety brewing inside you only bubbling up more intensely as you realize that he was not heading to the mall, and was instead heading to a much more expensive plaza. 

 “Hey, hey, what are we doing here?” You ask, sitting up as you watch Beomgyu head to a parking lot, not even bothering to glance your way as you continue to panic, “I was cool with getting a Forever21 or H&M dress— if they’d even have my size— but seriously, why don’t we go somewhere else—“

“I’m not “cool” with those cheap dresses,” he scoffs, proceeding to send you a look that immediately shuts you up. The car is parked but you still remain inside as he looks at you, coming over to your side as he opens the door for you. You refuse to get out, the brand names of the many different department stores rooting you to the spot as you stare up at them in fear. 

Seriously, how many paychecks would you have to throw away to get a single item at these stores? The numbers kept rolling in your head, and you didn’t like it one bit. 

“Come on, don’t be ridiculous,” Beomgyu was tugging at your hand and pulling you out before you knew it, his eyes already locked on his first store as he tugged you in that direction. You couldn’t help but bristle at his comment, annoyed at how nonchalant he could be while stepping into such a high end store. You tried to avert your eyes at every price tag you saw, and Beomgyu could only watch from the sidelines, beyond amused at your antics. 

Of course you weren’t going to be paying— it was just entertaining to watch your eyes go wide as the woman assisting you two continued to pile up dresses in her arms, standing back as Beomgyu surfed through the racks, a bored expression on his face as he did so.   

The dresses in the woman’s arms ranged drastically from flowy, light colors, to form fitting, dark colors. You could only eye the fabrics warily, unsure if you would be able to pull any of them off. But before you could protest, the two of you were being led off to the dressing room, feeling yourself grow shy at the intimate setup of it all. There was only one dressing room, the outside being surrounded with floor length mirrors that allowed you to look at yourself from every angle. In front of the dressing room, a single couch was placed, the rest of the area closed off with a velvety curtain— for privacy.

Without skipping a beat, Beomgyu takes a seat at the small couch, glancing back at you expectantly as he did so. You shift, watching as the woman places all the dresses on the hooks in your changing room, sending you a small smile and a bow before she leaves, letting you know that she’ll be nearby if you need her assistance. You thank her, watching her disappear behind the curtain before the two of you are left alone. 

“What are you waiting for?” Beomgyu’s voice is deep and soft as he calls out to you, the dressing area silent and closed off as you flinch, glancing at the changing room with unsure eyes. 

“I don’t know about this, I can’t afford to buy anything from here—“

“Are you still on that?” With a heavy sigh, Beomgyu sighs, approaching you with slow steps as his narrowed eyes lock onto you. You’re nervous, like always, except this time you can’t bring yourself to look at Beomgyu as he traps you, only a step away from coming in contact with you as he looks up, exhaling through his nose slowly. 

“You’re not paying, stupid,” you’re able to meet his eyes then, watching the way his face lights up with amusement at your suprise, “did you really think that?” 

“Yes, but this is worse,” you say, and Beomgyu already feels his patience running out. “I don’t want to owe you anything.”

“For fucks sake—“ you let out a yelp at the way Beomgyu’s hands roughly land on your shoulders, steering you to the changing room and rolling his eyes at the way you try to fight back. He pushes you in, blocking the door as you continue to complain. 

“You won’t owe me anything, I couldn’t care less if I’d have to buy this whole plaza to get you to come with me,” he says, watching the way you immediately go quiet, “now try those dresses on, unless you want me to help.” 

He watched as you jumped at his comment, quickly shoving him out of the room before slamming the door in his face. He can only grin at that, listening to the sounds of rustling and your quiet grumbles from the other side.

It honestly feels like you’re stuck in that room for hours— maybe you actually were. Dress after dress, you would come outside to gauge Beomgyu’s reaction, watching the way he would either shake his his or nod apathetically in approval. More often than not, you would come out to be greeted with more dresses, watching as Beomgyu would ask the assistant to bring more in a certain color or style. 

“Beomgyu, please,” you said, wriggling into the newest addition of the pile, “Don’t you think I’ve tried on enough? I think there should be a dress that we can both agree on— oh god…” 

You’re absolutely frozen in shock as you stand in front of the small mirror before you, bristling at the way the dress looks. In your haste to get things over with, you had failed to notice that this dress had not one, but two slits— they stopped just at the tops of your thighs, and the fabric was tucked neatly in between your legs. Not only that, but the plunging neckline covered practically nothing; and the exposed feeling on your back was all you needed to know about the rest of the dress. 

“What is this supposed to cover…?” You mumbled to yourself, staring down at the way the black fabric hugged your body tightly, before turning into a flowy material that reached the floor. 

“Are you done?” Beomgyu’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked up, catching your panicked expression in the mirror as you’re glancing back at the door nervously.

“It didn’t fit…” you respond weakly, wincing at the way you can already see the shadow of Beomgyu’s footsteps approaching you. You bite at your lips, patting down the fabric as you glance at yourself once more— there is no way you would be allowed to wear something like this! And while it was flattering, you’d rather die than have others think that you truly were Beomgyu’s new plaything. 

“Nonsense, it’s the same size as all the other dresses,” he says, knocking softly on the door, “let me see.” 

“Definitely not,” you’re quick to respond, placing a hand on the door before Beomgyu can get any crazy ideas, “There’s no way something like this would be appropriate.” 

“So it does fit,” he says, and he can hear you cursing quietly on the other side of the door, “you’d be surprised by the things others show up in— now let me see it.” 

There’s no other way out of this, is there? You gulp, your hand slowly inching to the doorknob as you look away from the mirror, too embarrassed at the way the dress leaves you in a vulnerable position. Slowly, the door creeps open, and you find interest in the tiled floor beneath you as Beomgyu’s frame comes into sight. 

It only takes a second for Beomgyu to decide— you’re leaving with this dress. 

He tries to not show it, but his eyes darken at the way your body is left on display, your skin glowing under the lights and begging to be touched; to be marked. Your sheepish eyes that can barely look in his direction only serve to drive him insane— you have no idea what you’re doing to him. 

“Let me see…” he mumbles, closing the door behind him as he takes a step closer to you. You gulp, startled at the way Beomgyu’s gaze never leaves your figure, his hands smoothing down the fabric on your waist— you’re still, your breathing heavy as you try to not melt into a flustered mess. His hands linger, fingertips pulling teasingly at the fabric before he lets it snap back onto your skin, watching the way your breath hitches as you finally look up at him.

“I think it fits you perfectly,” he breathes out, watching as you’re left helpless to him once more. You’re on edge, waiting for his next move as he smiles down at you, stepping forward until he’s got you pinned, his eyes narrowing at the way you shudder when your back meets the wall. 

“Suits you perfectly too,” he says, reaching down to grab onto your bare thigh, watching the way you gasp as you let him wrap your leg around his waist. His fingers are teasing as they inch under the fabric, his touch light as he barely grazes past the top of your thigh. He’s slotted in between your legs, hips pressed firmly against yours as you try to not lose yourself then and there. 

“It’s too revealing for a party,” you retaliate, your words falling dead on your tongue the moment he pressed himself harder against you— you can tell just how he feels about this dress.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he whispers, leaning closer to you as he begins to trail kisses down the column of your throat, “they can look all they want, but you’ll be with me the whole time. You don’t have to worry about anything.”

His grip on your thigh loosens up, and he’s pleased to find the way your leg doesn’t budge. Slowly, his hand trails downwards, stopping as his fingers wrap themselves around your calf, folding your leg closer to your body as your attention is brought to where he’s looking. 

“But first, we should get you some shoes to go with this,” he says, the mischievous glint in his eyes prominent as he glances back at you, “Don’t you think?”

“I already have heels at home,” you breathe out, dizzy as Beomgyu pulls away, taking a step back as he composes himself. He stares at you, smiling as he takes in the way you’re still leaning against the wall, eyes fucked out as they stare back at him. It’s quick, and before you can react, Beomgyu is quickly pressing his lips against yours, the quick peck leaving you stunned as he opens the door, sending you one last glance as he smiles cruelly. 

“Don’t care. Let’s go.”

☆♡☆

Tae :]

OMG

UR WHATKSGH 

U A HOMIE HOPPER FR!!

Twin tho &lt;3

Have fun!! And invite me if u can!!!!

You roll your eyes at the constant stream of messages that flood your phone— Sorry Tae, but there’s no way I’d have the balls to ask if you can come. It’s disappointing, but it was nothing short of the truth as Taehyung’s sad stream of emoticons continue to flood your chat, leaving you to roll your eyes and put the phone back down on the table. 

Despite your constant reassurance and worrying, you currently found yourself in the guest room of Beomgyu’s mansion, forced to sit still as a woman tediously does your hair and makeup, listening to your tips on how to style your hair and what works best with your skin as she followed your instructions, constantly complimenting you as she continued to her work.

“This dress is absolutely gorgeous,” the woman said, gasping as she laid out the carefully ironed dress on the bed. You stood off to the side, bashfully shifting on your feet as you smiled at her, hoping that she wasn't’ simply lying through her teeth. 

“I was afraid that it would be too much,” you admitted, watching her reaction carefully as you said so. She simply shook her head, laughing softly as she looked back at you. 

“Too much? No, you’re going to fit right in,” she says, her comment oddly reassuring as she pulls out the matching black heels out of the other bag, followed by the expensive silver accessories that he forced you to get— despite your constant complaints that he shouldn’t be buying you anything, Beomgyu had ignored you, searching for the very best as he finally decided on those shoes. It was strange, but you found it easier to talk to Beomgyu as time went on— and maybe it was because of his stunt in the dressing rooms— but past his intimidating persona, you found that he wasn’t all bad. Granted, he was still a cheeky bastard that teased you relentlessly, but at least you now knew that he didn’t hate you. 

“I’ll let Mr. Choi know that you’ll be ready soon,” the woman said, slipping out of the door without another word. You stood in silence, your heart beating loudly against your chest as you listened to the sounds that filtered from downstairs; the party had begun a while ago, and while you had been busy showering in the guest bathroom (it took you a while to accept that you were allowed to touch the thing) and getting your makeup and hair down, the celebration in the main floor had already begun.

Carefully, you slipped into the dress, feeling a twinge of hesitation as your eyes caught sight of the reflection in the mirror— you looked stunning, the dress you wore flattered your body perfectly, but you couldn’t help but feel that familiar anxiety bubbling inside you; this crowd was on another level. It was already hard enough for you to interact in large crowds of people in general, but the thought of putting yourself out there to be judged made you sick to your stomach. 

If someone had told you from the past about the nosedive your life would take, you probably would have laughed, fainted, or both. What you had with Beomgyu (and Taehyun) was beyond messy. There was nothing defined, and you only seemed to act on your needs— and yet, you couldn’t help but feel lighter than ever. You were no longer walking on eggshells, but you feared that the longer you spent with these two men, the more you would get attached.

A knock on the door startled you out of your thoughts— speak of the devil.

The door opens as you mutter a soft “Come in”, your eyes downcast as you attempt to buckle your shoes, the thin straps slipping through your fingers as you sigh with frustration. Giving up, you sit back, looking up as you take in the outfit Beomgyu walks in. 

It’s obvious at a glance that Beomgyu has made an attempt to match with you— he wears black pants that have been tailored specifically for him, his black heeled boots clicking softly on the floor as he walks in. He wears a black buttoned vest, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the way the neckline allows him to decorate with silver necklaces, his loose blazer allowing you to peek at the rest of his skin. 

“What, you don’t like it?” He asks, tilting his head as he looks at you. You can only shake your head in response, a smile creeping on your lips as he closes the door behind him, walking up to you with the same smile mirrored on his lips. He towers over you, taking in the way you look up at him with your shining eyes, your dress sprawled out on the mattress as you lean back on your arms. 

“No, it’s nice,” you admit, looking back down at your feet. He follows your gaze, a soft tsk escaping his lips as he takes in your unbuckled shoes. Without another word, he sinks to his knees, taking you by surprise as he kneels down, one leg propped up as he shoots you a mischievous smile. 

“Can’t do anything yourself, hmm?” He coos, propping your heel on his thigh as he begins to buckle your strap. You’re left speechless as you watch him, his nimble fingers making quick work of the buckle as he tucks the strap in, putting your heeled foot back on the ground before he’s motioning for your other one. As always, he’s quick to lose patience as you hesitate, taking matters into his own hands as he grabs your calf, propping your other foot on his thigh as he begins his work once more. 

He’s much slower this time, and when you feel him finish buckling your strap, you watch as his eyes rake up your leg, taking in the way the fabric is slotted between your legs so perfectly. Your skin is warm underneath his hands, and before he can help himself, he’s making his way up, his hands soon finding themselves on your thighs as he looks up at you, face emotionless as you find it in yourself to look back, bracing yourself for his next move.

You can’t help the way you lean in when his lips meet yours, the kiss slow and steady as you surprise yourself— but with the way he was feeling you up, it was impossible to not give in. It’s embarrassing how you quickly find yourself chasing after his lips, the low chuckle that meets your ears snapping you back to reality as you’re straightening up. 

“The dress is nice, right?” He says, his hands continuing to slide up before they’re slotted on either side of you, alarming you when he begins to lean forward. You lean back, flustered by his proximity as he continues, relentless in his actions as he’s soon hovering over you, eyeing the way you look laying on the bed, flustered face refusing to look up at him for too long.

“I can’t possibly go out like this,” you say weakly, admiring the way his hair framed his face, a smug smile adorning his face at your words.

“No, you can’t,” he says, agreeing with you for once. His words surprise you, but takes you a moment to realize his true intentions, “so why don’t you stay in here with me instead?”

“No. Plus, your parents—”

“Why not? It’ll be way more fun than the party. My parents aren’t even here. They’re still off vacationing in Japan.”

“Beomgyu, this is your party. You’re the host,” you say, sliding back along the bed until you’re fully on it. Beomgyu doesn’t mind, finding the sight much more appealing as his head is now at level with your hips. But before he can continue his teasing, you’re pushing him back with your foot, his body tensing as the sharp stiletto comes in contact with his chest once he straightens. He raises his brows, a hot rush of want going through him as you send him a coy smile. 

“Let’s go then.” 

☆♡☆

The party was alright.

Throughout the whole night, you had been afraid of being seen as another arm candy for Beomgyu— you had been afraid that all this had been nothing more than a game to him. But as the night passed by, you found yourself enjoying his presence more and more.

“That woman right there? She had an affair with the guy from earlier— yeah, the one who hogged all the little sandwiches— for like a year. One time, they apparently went “missing” when the jet they were both conveniently on crashed, but it turns out they just went for a nice vacation for a couple of months.” 

“Oh my god, that’s insane,” you gape, trying to not be obvious as you watch the woman Beomgyu had pointed out. You could definitely see it, with the way she kept stealing glances back at the said man that lingered at the buffet table. “But how did they get away with it?”

“Money, duh,” he says, watching as you roll your eyes at his response, “there’s nothing that a good chunk of money can’t do to keep people quiet.”

“And yet you know about this?”

“Hey, rumors get around,” Beomgyu shrugs, sending you a teasing smile as he adds, “that, and he’s a total lightweight.” 

It’s like this for the rest of the night— the two of you never truly bother to integrate with the rest of the crowd, standing off to the side as you watch the occasional businessman approach Beomgyu, bewildered at the charming persona that he takes on when spoken to. It’s not until a man mentions Beomgyu inheriting the company in the future, that a thought occurs to you. 

“Do you really want to take over your father’s company?” You ask, watching the way he stiffens at your question. He doesn’t answer, choosing instead to drink his wine as he looks away, his brows furrowed at the feeling of your gaze still on him. 

“No, honestly.” He answers, his words catching you by surprise as you take in the solemn look in his eyes. He’s not looking at you, and as you follow his line of sight, you realize with dread, that his eyes had been locked on none other than Taehyun.

“But that’s all I’m here for,” he says, taking another sip of his drink as he notices that you’ve spotted him too. He can‘t control the way he becomes irritated, jaw clenching as the memories of his life pass by— the competition, the tension, the secret hopes that he’ll be the better son— it’s all shoved back in his face every time he looks back at Taehyun. 

Just when you think you’re about to get somewhere deeper with this conversation, you notice the way everyone seems to be heading in the direction of the dining room, the feeling of Beomgyu bumping into your shoulder making you look up at him in confusion.

“Dinner is starting. Come,” he says, not bothering to glance back before he’s leading you to the same room where it all began. You find yourself lagging behind as you watch him walk ahead, the feeling that you’ve done something wrong itching at you— was it a touchy subject? Did you say something wrong?

“___? Why’re you here?” The voice that calls out to you is too familiar, rendering you helpless as you’re turning to the source. Taehyun is surprised as he looks at you, eyes taking in your figure and the way your silver accessories pop against your skin. He’s dressed in similar attire to Beomgyu, much to your dread. A simple all black outfit, a form fitting turtleneck paired with a blazer, the tailored pants he wore covering the same heeled boots that Beomgyu sported as well. 

“Oh, uhm, Beomgyu invited me,” you reply, unaware of the way the said man stands a few feet behind you, his eyes narrowing at the scene. Taehyun notices, and it isn’t long before you’re turning around, curious to what he might be looking at. Beomgyu is angry, that much you can tell, as he slowly makes his way to where the two of you stand. 

Turning back around, you send Taehyun a confused look, tilting your head as you ask, “Where have you been?” 

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Taehyun apologizes, sheepishly looking to the ground as he says, “I was off in Japan. You know, the new partnership and all.” 

“Yes, quite the feat, isn’t it,” Beomgyu mocks behind you, startling you as you feel his hand slip around your waist, pulling you into him snuggly as he adds, “___, let’s go, before all the good seats get taken.”

And before you can question what the hell he might possibly mean by a “good seat,” you’re being pulled away, the man’s pace much more brisk as Taehyun is left to watch your figure retreat, your matching color schemes not lost on his eyes. 

☆♡☆

You know exactly what Beomgyu means by a good seat. 

Glancing wearily at the loud, gossiping couple across the table, followed by the man who simply doesn’t know what manners are as he takes up way more space than he should, you’re glad that Beomgyu had been able to secure you a calmer spot in the gigantic table. It was nice, except for one thing— Taehyun had found himself in the seat to the right of you before you realized what was happening. 

So now you sit here, awkwardly trying your best to eat peacefully as the tension between the two boys rolls off in waves. Any attempts in peacemaking or casual conversation had been quickly squashed down, leaving you in the middle of a lifelong feud that only left you roped into childish rivalry. 

It started off simple— they could’ve gotten away with it if you hadn’t been paying more attention— small conversation, laced with memories and inside jokes the other didn’t know of; you were left unaware of the other’s raging jealousy every time you laughed at a situation they couldn’t recall. 

Then it turned into a more zealous task; before you knew it, you were turning left and right as they tried to feed and entertain you, begging for your attention yet refusing to share it as you were left in a befuddled mess. In the blink of an eye, your plate was piled with more food than you knew what to do with, your head spinning from the amount of turning you’ve had to do in such a short time. 

It couldn’t get any worse— at least, that’s what you thought— but it could. And it did. 

You could feel your mood sour as they began to become bolder, and touchier. Any other time, you would have been freaking out, a flustered mess as you would have shivered at the way they would lean in to whisper things to you, fingertips grazing against your skin and eyes lingering on your body every time you tried to interact with them.

Honestly, by the end of the dinner, they were practically fighting for your attention as they tried anything they could to woo you— all you could do was take another swig of wine in exhaustion. 

You liked them both— really, you did— but you were more than fed up of being treated as another prize that the other had to win first in order to prove they’re better. What had started as interactions that left your heart fluttering had turned into nothing more than a childish competition that only served to drive them farther away from your heart. 

And it seems as though they had noticed too; took them long enough, you had thought to yourself, laying back in your chair as you tried to pretend the way you couldn’t feel their eyes on you. You were annoyed and buzzed from the wine as you feigned interest in the desert placed before you, twirling your fork in boredom as you waited for their next ridiculous move. 

Instead, you were pleasantly surprised with the way they seemed to calm down; maybe your annoyance was obvious. And it really was, because as you stared down at your plate, Taehyun and Beomgyu could practically see your change in mood from miles away, the irritation pouring off you in waves as you shoved another disinterested bite into your mouth. 

Taehyun was already regretting everything— he felt horrible for roping you into their own problems. Beomgyu, on the other hand, was simply thinking up of the different ways he could make it up to you. They watched as you leaned forward, reaching across the table as the lady sitting in front of the three of you refilled your glass; throughout the whole ordeal, you had become friends with her. Her name was Jihyo, and it seemed as if she was quick to catch on to your situation as she tried to keep your glass full the whole time. 

The two of you chatted as you continued to ignore the presence of the two boys beside you, laughing softly as she told you the story on how she met her girlfriend. You could practically feel them itching to grab your attention once more, but you couldn’t care less as you decided to take your mind off of them for once. 

And while you continued to get to know Jihyo better, Taehyun and Beomgyu shared a glance behind you; and for once, it seemed as though they had reached the same conclusion. 

Moments later, the dinner was declared to be over, and you watched drunkenly as people began to trickle out slowly. You waited a second before you excused yourself, saying goodbye to Jihyo as you headed back upstairs and towards the guest room— you didn’t even bother sparing the two boys another glance as you left. 

Yet they simply watched your figure retreat, their eyes stuck on the way you seemed to stand out from the crowd; they both silently appreciated the way the dress seemed to hug you in all the right places. It wasn’t until you had left the dining room that they had turned to each other, words itching to come out as they sat there, unsure of how to say them. 

“Well, I should be on my way as well,” it was the first time Jihyo had spoken to them that night, sending them a gracious smile and bowing as she thanked the two for inviting them. 

“Good luck with your girl. Treat her nicely, yeah? She deserves it after the way you two harassed her tonight,” she teased, clearly uninterested in their rebuttals as she turned on her heel, striding out in confident steps, her words still lingering on the boy’s minds. 

☆♡☆

You were so ready to go home. 

You currently sat at the vanity as you spoke on the phone with Taehyung, ranting to him about everything that happened as you wiped away your makeup, your glasses put to the side as you tried to not get frustrated with the way your mascara couldn’t seem to budge. 

“So I just ignored them and talked to Jihyo for the rest of the time— she’s super cool by the way,” you said, recounting every little detail as you carefully rubbed the lipstick on your lips. 

“Oh man, that’s crazy,” Taehyung’s voice rings out from the other side, and you pause in your actions as you turn to throw away the used wipes, humming along in agreement as you did so. “What’re you gonna do now?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, sighing as you slump down in your chair. “it’s just… it feels like they only see me as another win in their rivalry— it sucks, cause I really do like them.”

“Them? Seriously? Woah, you’re in deep.”

“Argh, I know, and it’s pissing me off!” You say, frustrated as you stand, making your way to the bed as you flop onto it, your feet dangling off the edge as you stare up at the ceiling, “Why me man…”

“Hey, I say go for it! Literally who gives a fuck who you’re with, as long as you’re happy.”

“Tae, that’s insane,” you say, unable to see yourself doing anything like that, “Whatever. I’ll be home in a bit.”

“Take an Uber, I’ll pay for it,” he interjects, ignoring the way you’re already complaining, “Unless you want to ask either of them to drop you off, since you don’t have your car.”

“Okay, I got it,” you grumble, bitter at the reminder, “I’ll text you when I’m ready to go.” 

You sat in silence once he hung up, feeling the exhaustion from it all finally sinking in, the mattress beneath you suddenly much more comfortable than it was three seconds ago. Wearily, you glance back at the pile of clothes that you still needed to change back into; but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, much too tired to get up at all— hell, you still had yet to take your heels off. 

Just when you thought you might actually doze off, you were startled as the sound of your door opening made you sit up, your eyes meeting with Beomgyu’s as he stood at the doorway. 

“Can I come in?” He asked, leaning against the doorway as he asked. 

“No,” you deadpan, pouting as you stare down at your lap.

“What about me?” 

You’re surprised to find Taehyun standing behind Beomgyu, the usual tension and anger that you see between them gone. You pause for a second, feeling uneasy as you stare at them— they’re planning something. 

“No. Both of you stay there.” 

Flopping back onto the bed, you wait for them to give up and go away, but they don’t. They simply stand at the doorway, fondly watching you and the slow rise and fall of your chest as you try to not fall asleep then and there.

“Is this about what happened at the dinner?” It’s Beomgyu who breaks the silence first, tilting his head as he watches the way you try to ignore them, your eyes closed as you pretend to be asleep. It’s silent once more, and you can’t help the way you get your hopes up briefly at the sound of the door shutting, thinking that they might’ve finally left you alone— you couldn’t have been more wrong.

You can feel the bed shifting, your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you try to keep your eyes closed. They find the sight amusing, your fluttering eyelids and your twitching brows letting them know that you can feel them next to you. It’s dark, but you can feel the foreign warmth of another as the mattress sinks down, the scent of two familiar colognes filling your senses entirely. 

“___. Look at me,” your eyes are wide as you’re met with the sight of Taehyun hovering over you, arms caging you in, Beomgyu sitting down next to you as he looks down at you teasingly. You’re not sure what to do, unable to handle both of them at once— it was already hard enough to deal with one at a time. 

“What do you guys want,” you whine, flushing with embarrassment as they each take your hand, unable to meet either of their eyes as they lace their fingers with yours. It’s beyond overwhelming, the two handsome men crowding your space as they continue to tease you. You can feel Beomgyu’s lips graze your knuckles, the soft touch sending shivers down your body.

“What do you think?” Beomgyu asks, playing with your hands gingerly as he pauses. You’re forced to sit up as Taehyun moves away, sandwiched between the two boys as they sit by your side, still having yet to let go of your hand as they lean in. 

“We want you.” Beomgyu’s lips practically brush against your skin as he whispers those words, the feeling of Taehyun’s hair brushing against your cheek making you tilt your head, gulping at the way he’s trailing kisses down your neck, biting softly at your collarbones. 

“No you don’t,” you say, eyes shutting as you feel their hands begin to wander— it feels like they’re everywhere at once, touching your thighs, lingering at your waist, going up and down the expanse of your back as they feel you up— it makes you dizzy. 

“I’m just another part of your rivalry,” you say, the words that have been bubbled in your mind finally coming out— you never felt truly wanted. “I’m just a game to you two.”

“Fuck, you’re so much more than that,” you’re surprised to hear Beomgyu be the one to reassure you first, his hand cupping your cheek as he forces you to look at him. He’s serious, his face devoid of any sign that it might all be a lie. Taehyun is quick to agree, pulling away as he looks at you, a hand wrapping around your waist as he brings himself even closer. 

“We don’t want to lose you,” Taehyun says, voice quiet as he finally admits the thoughts that have been plaguing the two men before you, “We’re serious, ___.”

There’s no use in fighting it— you know this, because soon you’re finding yourself laying back on the bed, the two boys unable to keep their hands off of you as they find your heels, each unbuckling one as they smile coyly up at you. 

“Show me how serious you are then,” you’re barely given time to breathe those words out before they’re on you, Beomgyu’s lips crashing against yours as you let out a soft whimper, your hands steadying themselves on his shoulders automatically. 

It’s all happening so fast, your mind reeling as your hands slip under Beomgyu’s blazer, slipping it off as he’s left in the vest that had you practically drooling, his necklaces dangling above you. He’s not giving you a chance to pull away, the kiss hungry as he nips at your lips, grinning at the way you whimper helplessly against him. Beside you, Taehyun watches, eyes darkened as he slips off his own blazer, the memory of you in his bedroom making him itch for your touch. 

Much to your dismay, Beomgyu is pulling away, a wicked grin stretching on his face as he watches you chase after him, your eyes slowly fluttering open as you wait for their next move. Slowly, you reach up to unbutton Beomgyu’s vest, his eyes observing your every movement intently. His skin is smooth and toned, your eyes taking it all in as you run a hand down his chest, watching the way he shudders at your touch. Sitting up, you move to try to slide your dress off, surprised when you feel Taehyun grab your hand before you can do so. 

“Don’t. Keep it on for now,” he says, pulling you close to him as he locks his lips with yours, cradling your jaw gently, “It looks so good on you.”

You can only hum against his mouth, giving in to his wishes as you feel his other hand wander its way to your thighs. Before you can realize what’s happening, Beomgyu is already slotted in between your legs, his hair tickling your skin as he trails kisses along your inner thighs. You’re quick to tense up, caught off guard by his action as you feel him slowly inch closer to where you need him most.

“I can’t believe you,” Beomgyu says, pushing the fabric of your dress away from your hips as your core is left on display. You whimper feeling his tongue run over the fabric of your panties teasingly, his warm tongue lapping at you slowly. 

“This whole time, I thought I was getting somewhere with you,” he mumbles, pressing his tongue flat on your pussy as he takes in the way your thighs twitch at the feeling, sucking lewdly over the fabric, “but it turns out you were fucking around with Taehyun behind my back.”

You’re hazy as Taehyun is leading your hand down his chest, his shirt discarded long ago as he guides you to unbuckle his belt, chuckling at the way you can only obey stupidly, Beomgyu’s tongue on you already making you fucked out. 

“I just thought you didn’t care,” you say, eyes locking with Taehyun’s as you’re finally able to reach into his waistband, taking in the way he inhales sharply once your hand wraps around his cock. Your other hand is quick to unbutton his jeans, pulling him out as your hungry eyes take in the way he’s already hard, his tip leaking as you both watch the way you slowly begin to pump along his length, your thumb swiping across his tip from time to time.

He’s big, and you’re surprised with the way your hand struggles to wrap around him— your movements are slow, taking in the feel of the vein that runs along the underside of his length; he’s long too, and it’s like in a trance as he’s watching the way you stroke him eagerly, your tongue laving at your lips a you notice the steady flow of precum that leaves him. 

“I didn’t at first,” he admits, brain clouding with lust as he watches the way you pump Taehyun’s cock, the said man falling apart in your hands as he leans in to kiss you. He can feel himself grow more aroused at the sight, his hips rolling involuntarily against the sheets as the need to bring your attention back to him itches at him. Your mouth is falling open as Beomgyu’s lips wrap around your clit, your panties pushed to the side as he sucks on the bundle of nerves, his fingers circling your hole teasingly. 

“But I do now. I care a lot.” 

Choi Beomgyu was never one to get attached— so for him to be looking up at you the way he did, like he never wanted to be apart from you again, made your heart flutter unexpectedly. 

He was messy as he lapped at your pussy, reveling in every little gasp and whimper that escaped your lips. Taehyun was just as much of a mess as you were, the kiss turning into something more primal and messy as you increased your pace, feeling him fucking your hand as he moaned against your lips, your other hand entangled in his hair as you kept him close to you. 

The two found it amusing at the way you gasped once Beomgyu’s fingers pushed inside you, taking in the way your sensitive body responded to every one of their touches. His tongue is relentless, going back and forth from sucking and licking your clit, to lapping at your soaked cunt. He’s intense, building up your orgasm quickly as he keeps your hips planted to the bed, his hands gripping onto the skin as he watches the way you weakly attempt to buck your hips into his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue.

Taehyun watches as you quickly lose your pace, your hand stilling on his cock as he watches you get closer to your high with an amused glint in his eye. You’re begging and pleading for more, head thrown back as Taehyun slides down the straps of your dress, pulling the top down until he has access to your breasts. The added stimulation of his mouth on your nipples has you crashing down from your high, the waves of pleasure that roll over you much too intense as you slump down into the fluffy pillows of the bed. 

“Good girl,” Taehyun mumbles, leaving your nipple with a lewd “pop!” that has you flushing with embarrassment. Between your legs, Beomgyu sits up, his chin glistening from your juices as he watches the way you look away from the scene, grinning at the way you turn shy. 

“Don’t get all shy on me,” he says, squishing your cheeks as he forces you to look back at him, finding that he’s released himself from the confines of his pants. “You still have some problems to take care of.” 

Before you can catch on to what he wants, he’s taking your hands, pulling you to sit up before he’s positioning you to his liking— his lidded eyes look down at you as you try to not show how flustered you are, face leveled with his cock as you’re left on all fours, your ass in the air as you feel the bed shifting behind you. 

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, tapping two fingers under your chin as you look up at him, doe eyes shining sweetly as he resists the urge to take you for himself then and there, “suck.” 

He can tell that you’re unsure of your actions as you start, the feeling of your warm tongue swiping teasingly across his tip making him grab ahold of your head, groaning at the way you allow him to guide you down his length. 

Behind you, Taehyun watches darkly as you slowly take Beomgyu into your mouth, your glistening pussy all his as he begins to tease your entrance slowly. He takes in every movement, every sound, every reaction that you give him as he slowly pushes in, listening to the way you moan shamelessly against Beomgyu’s cock from the stretch. 

He’s taking his time with you, giving experimental thrusts as he takes note of every movement that has you squealing against Boemgyu’s cock, the vibrations only serving for the man to let out a low hiss as he tightens his grip on your hair, a smug arrogance taking over him as you let him fuck his dick into your mouth freely. 

You’re caught between the two as they use you for their pleasure, rocking back and forth with every slow thrust that Taehyun delivers. His pace is brutal as he grinds into you, matching the rhythm Beomgyu has set as the two watch you fall apart at the stimulation. 

“Our little slut looks so good like this, doesn’t she?” Beomgyu says, grinning up at Taehyun as the words slip through his lips like second nature. “Taking us both like a good little cock whore.”

“Fuck, you feel so good princess,” the contrast of the two’s words makes you dizzy, the constant back and forth of praise and degradation making you stupid in the head as you’re left to nod at their every comment. You’re a mess of drool and tears as you let Beomgyu use you like his personal cock sleeve, fucking up into your mouth freely as he watches the tears stream freely from your eyes. 

“You’re perfect,” Taehyun grunts, positioning his hips harshly into yours as you rock back into Beomgyu’s cock, not needing to do anything at all as you let them control your every movement.

“And all ours.” Beomgyu adds, wiping your tears away as he grins down at you, the feeling of your throat swallowing around him making him stutter in his pace. 

It’s insane, and in no time, the coil in your stomach is getting ready to snap as Taehyun’s pace begins to get faster, the feeling of your warm walls fluttering around him driving him closer to his high as well. His grip on your hips is brutal, and you’re falling apart the moment he finds your clit, a long whine escaping you as you allow Beomgyu to continue to fuck your mouth. They can’t take their eyes off you, watching your every move as your mouth sinks down on Beomgyu’s cock, stilling on his length as you’re left to be nothing more than a fucktoy as Taehyun chases after his own pleasure. 

Beomgyu pulls you off of him, pulling your head up as he smiles as your fucked out face, your eyes glossy and mouth left open as Taehyun keeps thrusting into you, the sensitivity leaving you a whimpering mess. He’s in awe at the string of saliva that remains connected to his tip, your tongue left out in display lewdly as you allow Beomgyu to smack his dick on it. 

“That’s it, take it,” Beomgyu says, watching as you whimper weakly at his words, “you like being our little fucktoy, hmm?”

He laughs at the way you nod helplessly, not fully processing his words as you feel Taehyun still inside you, a broken moan escaping your lips as he pulls you back into him, hips fitting snugly against yours as he cums inside, filling you to the brim as he bottoms out. His voice is heavenly as he lets out a soft moan, a string of praise leaving his mouth in stark contrast to the filth that Beomgyu continues to spew.

It takes a moment before Taehyun finally pulls out, eyes stuck on the way his cum begins to leak out of you, not thinking twice before he’s gathering the substance in his fingers and pushing it back in, ignoring the shake in your legs and the overstimulated sounds that leave your lips. 

“Such a pretty sight,” Beomgyu sighs out, pushing you on your back as he immediately slots himself between your legs, watching the way your pussy is beginning to leak Taehyun’s cum once more. He grabs ahold of your thigh, wrapping the leg around his waist as he’s pushing in, the stretch much more different than Taehyun’s— unlike Taehyun, he was much girthier, leaving you to throw your head back at the feeling. It’s easier for him to slip inside, the feeling of Taehyun’s cum still inside you making the two of you groan, the wet noises that come from your cunt enough to make you embarrassed for days.

And unlike Taehyun, Beomgyu is quick to chase after what he wants; his pace is ruthless as he pounds against you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room and drowning out the sounds that slip from your lips. He’s mean, whispering filthy things into your ear as he towers over you, his necklaces smacking against your face as your hands are wrapped around him, hugging him close to you as the hot feeling of pleasure strikes through you once more. 

Carelessly, your hand reaches up to lace itself in Beomgyu’s hair, tugging at it on a particularly harsher thrust, watching as his head is tugged back, an unabashed moan slipping past him. His scalp stings at the feeling, but he couldn’t care less as he watches you become a mess over his cock, your other hand reaching out to grasp Taehyun’s as you listen to his soft reassurance and praise. 

The two are enamoured by you, watching the way you react to their words, your body tensing as the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching you appears again. Beomgyu can feel the moment you fall apart under his touch, the feeling of your walls squeezing and pumping against him making him follow after you, burying his head in your neck as he fills you up as well, biting your shoulder and lapping at your skin as he begins to leave marks. You’re a panting, sweaty mess as you lay there, the two boys collapsed next to you as you’re left in the middle, the feeling of Beomgyu having yet to pull out making you clench involuntarily around him. 

“Do that again and you won’t be walking for the next week,” Beomgyu grumbles against your skin, Taehyun leaving to go to the bathroom as he comes back with a damp towel, urging the two of you to get cleaned up, much to Beomgyu’s dismay. It takes a while, but you’re able to be pulled away from Beomgyu’s arms as they watch the way their cum begins to leak out of you, spilling over your thighs and the sheets as you try to pretend you don’t see the way their gaze turns primal at the sight— you find yourself sandwiched between the two men once more, small gasps and squeals leaving you as they both take turns shoving the liquid back inside, their mouths on each side of your neck as they leave marks that they’ll no doubt be teasing you about later. 

They don’t stop until you’re a crying and shaking mess, pleading softly for them to go easy on you as they finally let you go, finding yourself freshening up in the bathroom a few moments later. You’re dressed in nothing but a t-shirt that they let you borrow— you’re not sure whose it is, but you remember hearing them fight about it just outside the bathroom door. And as you place your phone back down, deciding to leave it on do not disturb for the rest of the night, you’re happy to find that the two have left a spot empty for you on the bed, looking at you expectantly the moment you come outside.

They refuse to let you go for the rest of the night, even when you complain that it’s getting stuffy— all they can do is hold onto you tighter, smiling at the way you always inevitably give in to their wishes. 

I’m sleeping over :) 

That was the last thing Taehyung had received from your phone before he completely lost contact with you.

Tae :] 

WHAT

YOU DID NOT…

OMG U BETTER TELL ME EVERYTHING TMMRW 

UR SO LUCKY AUGH

☆♡☆

In your campus, three mysteries swarmed the minds of those who attended— except you, of course.

The rumors about your professors were false; it had been started on a simple misconception after a student had seen the two out together one night— they didn’t  hook up, but the messy divorce definitely did happen.

Two, there was nothing that special in the library's super secret prohibited section; well, usually there wasn’t. It was filled with important documents, no doubt, but you’re sure that any student wouldn’t pay much attention to the files— their eyes would instead fall on the shocking sight that they would be met with.

“How long have you— ah— been allowed back here—?” 

“Just recently,” Beomgyu grins, watching as you’re pliant and eager to the two’s touch, the feeling of Taehyun’s hand slipping past your waistband and working its usual magic making you weak in the knees. They’re as annoying as ever, wrapped around your finger as they try and fail to keep their hands off you, their new shared interest dissolving any tension that may have remained. 

Working together doesn’t seem that bad now— seeing as they’ve found only success whenever they’re messing with you, flustering and teasing you like they were born to do so. 

Oh, and the third and final mystery; you would never have to worry about it. Because as Beomgyu’s soft lips met yours, the feeling of Taehyun sucking gently on the empty canvas of your skin doing nothing to keep you calm, you had no doubt that you weren’t a part of some sick game anymore. 

They were here to stay, and they made sure to show it to you any chance they got. 

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Exceptions

Genre: smut, pwp if you squint, sub Soyeon, dom Reader

Pairing: Soyeon/Female Reader, side of Yuqi/Reader

Warnings: 18+ (please do not read this if under 18), mommy kink, use of a strap on, voyeurism (consensual), exhibitionism, cunnilingus, mentions of blowjobs, nipple piercings

Synopsis: You’ve wanted Soyeon from the moment you saw her. But after seeing her hook up with guy after useless guy, you’d given up on ever getting to have Soyeon yourself. That is, until she asks to watch you with another lady.

Note: I guess I’m doing female Kpop idol imagines now? Idk lol just got weird inspiration for this one and wrote it out as quickly as I could. I may do more of these. I probably won’t take requests at this time, but do let me know if there’s an idol you’d like me to do.

You had Soyeon right where you wanted her. On her back, her schoolgirl skirt falling between her open thighs and her shirt pushed up to reveal her tits. They were pierced with perfect little silver balls on each side. You let your tongue run over one, eliciting an appreciative mewl.

Ever since you met her, you knew you wanted her. You first met Soyeon has a friend of a friend when you all went out to the club together.

You watched as she shook her ass for a guy way below her league. The next morning you had to hear about how he took her into the bathroom and stuffed her throat with his cock and came all over her face. It only made you think about riding her face and leaving her a mess afterward.

There was no indication that Soyeon was interested in you—or girls even—until about a month later at another trip to the club. You’d finally given up on Soyeon ever having any sapphic realizations and decided to find a girl for the night.

Within an hour you spotted a cute girl with a bob hair cut and hearts painted under her eyes. You started dancing and only learned her name was Yuqi after your hands had wandered to her ass.

Soon, the two of you were on one of the couches in the back. Yuqi straddled one of your thighs as you made out, and you could feel her clothes cunt clenching when you stuck your hand up her shirt.

As Yuqi kissed your neck, you caught a pair of eyes watching you. Soyeon sat at a table a few feet away, a drink in her hand. She didn’t have disdain or disgust in her eyes, but rather something you recognized as curiosity. It must have been what led her to walk over to you.

“Yuqi,” you said, getting the girl to pause. “Let’s take this to a hotel.” Yuqi nodded and was able to climb off you when she noticed Soyeon.

“Hey Soyeon,” you said. “What can I help you with?” You looked over at Yuqi who looked slightly annoyed by the interruption and the hold up.

“C-Can I watch?”

“You want to watch me fuck her?” The light thump of music filled the silence. After a few beats, you looked down at Yuqi. “I don’t care. Do you?”

Yuqi shook her head.

***

You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted to put on a show for Soyeon or because Yuqi was the type of sub that demanded it, but you ended up tying her to the bed. Like you had imagined doing to Soyeon all those weeks ago, you rode Yuqi’s face until you came.

You hummed and pulled off, smoothing down her hair and admiring the painted hearts that had since smeared.

“Mm, such a good girl for mommy aren’t we?” You hand dove down to where her panties were already drenched. She squirmed and let out little whines, begging you to take her further.

It was when you got out the strap on that Soyeon’s eyes went wide. While her interest has been waning after you came, the appearance of such a toy suddenly cause her to perk up.

Yuqi, too, seemed anxious. As you strapped on the dildo and lined yourself up, you watched Yuqi fall apart beneath you.

You looked up and saw the front of Soyeon’s jeans open, her hand forced down the fabric of her panties which you could just barely make out the color of: red.

You went harder.

***

“How did you first find out you liked girls?” Soyeon asked about an hour later after Yuqi cleaned herself up and left.

“I don’t know. I never really had to. From day one I sort of just found myself more into girls. Then I made out with a girl at summer camp once and it sorta just solidified it.” You took a sip of the beer the two of you sipped. “Why? You thinking you might be into girls?”

Soyeon shifted. “I mean, I definitely like guys, but—“ She glances back towards the bed. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

You chuckled and finished off your drink, satisfied for the night. “Well, if you’re ever interested—“ You stand up to get ready to leave and look back, pointing at the bed. “I can always do that you, you know?”

***

Soyeon was on a mission that night. At first, you thought nothing of the way she bumped against you while dancing, her curves seemingly accidentally sliding against your own.

You had noticed the lacy black crop top that offered little more coverage than a bra, paired with a school girl style skirt that just barely covered the curve of her ass. Paired with boots, an industrial looking belt, and her flowing dyed blonde hair, she looked sexy as hell.

Through the top you could see the ball ends of her nipple piercings which wetted your panties with just a look. If she was your girlfriend, you’d take her into the nearest dark corner and punish her for that.

After a while, Soyeon lost herself in the music and didn’t notice the way her skirt came up when she danced sometimes. Allowing you a brief look at her almost bare ass, save for the small red strip of fabric of her thing.

You had to dive into the bathroom and rub one out after that. Trying to be quick and quiet, you froze as you heard someone enter the bathroom.

“Y/N? You in here?” Soyeon’s voice asked.

You almost didn’t say anything, but found yourself answering her anyway. You were working on getting yourself cleaned up, disappointed that you didn’t get to your release.

“Will you let me in?”

You don’t know what possesses you to let her in before you’ve fully pulled up your jeans, but when she sees you, she smirks.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself into trouble,” she said, chuckling. It almost enraged you the way she took over the conversation, but it also made you quiver with the need for your release even more.

“Yeah, with no thanks to you.”

Soyeon gets on her knees then, her hands coming to your hips and the the top of your jeans. She goes to pull them down, but you stop her.

“You’re drunk.”

“Mm, no,” she said. “Perfectly sober. I just know what I want now.”

“And, what do you want?”

“To do what I do best.” This caused you to raise an eyebrow as she looked up at you. “Give oral in dirty club bathrooms.”

She pulled down your jeans so they rested around your knees and slowly went for your panties. With little hesitation, she brought her lips to your clit and sucked on it.

For never having gone down on a pussy before, Soyeon was a natural. It took a bit longer than usual, but you found yourself coming against her lips with your hand in your hair.

“Fuck,” you said. “We’re leaving. Now.”

***

You’d waited what felt like years for this. Seeing Soyeon as she was now, all spread out just for you.

Unlike most hookups, you actually brought her back to your place. You weren’t one to develop feelings so quickly, but something about Soyeon made you want to keep this moment as private as possible.

“Mm, you’ve been so bad today, baby girl. Finally deciding on what you want and thinking you can just take it.”

Your hands roamed across her body. Her shirt—once pushed against her neck—now laid on the other side of the bed. The belt too was thrown somewhere.

Reaching up her skirt, you wrap a finger through the waistband of her panties. You feel her tense as you slowly begin to ease them down her thighs. You stop just before they lose contact with her core, peeling them ever so slowly from her soaked pussy.

“Mm, you get this wet for that guy you went down on?”

She shook her head and you had her panties down to her knees now. “Use your words, baby girl.”

“No,” she said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.”

You bring her thong down to her ankles and promptly toss them aside. She started to sit up to unzip her skirt, but you placed a hand in the center of her waist.

“Keep it on,” you said, reaching down fo breach the hem of the skirt and touch her wet cunt. You start her off with two fingers, curling them and keeping a steady pace.

Occasionally, you allowed you tongue to graze over her nipple or her clit. Always earning you appreciative moans that you wish you could play back later.

Soyeon cums soon after you add a third finger. You make a show of pulling out your hand, slick with cum and sweat. You put two fingers in your mouth and lick them dry, letting Soyeon watch as you reveled in her orgasm.

Discarding your own clothes, you go to the closet to retrieve your strap on. You knew it was what she wanted since the moment you saw her wide eyes when you used it on Yuqi.

“This what you wanted, baby girl?”

Soyeon nodded almost frantically and sits up on her knees in anticipation. “Yes.”

You hum in disapproval as you step into the straps and bring them up to your hips. Fastening it, you eye her.

“Yes, what?”

Soyeon blushes. Though, you could tell she loved it by the way a spark seemed to go through her body at your reprimands.

“Yes, Mommy.”

You give an approving sigh as you approach the bed. If this were one of your normal hook ups, this is where you would press her back on the bed, either face down or face up, and rail her until she came.

With Soyeon, you wanted to prove to her that this could be just as good, if not better than anything she’d ever done with a man.

“How do you like it? Missionary? Doggy?”

Soyeon’s gaze flit from you to the bed and back to the dildo strapped to your hips. She seems to understand the control she has in the moment and points to the couch along the wall.

“I wanna ride you.”

You comply and sit down, positioning the dildo just right so that she could sink down on it. You imagined how many others had this view before you and how there was no way they fully appreciated it.

Soyeon kisses you as she straddles your thighs first before eventually aligning herself with the dildo. You watch as she sinks down and begins to bounce.

You’re absolutely enraptured by the way her tits bounce perfectly to the rhythm she’s established. Her hair falls just in front of them, the edges collecting the sweat that forms along her face.

She’s gorgeous and you’re the luckiest woman in the world.

You don’t make her do all the work. After she set the pace, you thrust up into her and reach down to massage her clit. This seems to be just what she needed as she lets out a moan and her head falls back.

“Come on, baby girl. You’re so close. Cum for Mommy.”

With just a few more deep thrusts, Soyeon’s over the edge again. Her body shakes and rattles and she reaches out to hold you as she comes down.

You don’t normally find yourself the cuddling type after sex. Normally, you help your lady clean up, make sure she has a safe way home, and see her out. But, like how Soyeon is an exception to almost every rule, you find her wrapped around you in the afterglow.

“I didn’t you off for a second time though.” She pouts and is reaching for your pussy under the covers.

You chuckle and grab her hand, bringing it up to your lips where you leave a sweet kiss.

“It’s all right, baby girl. I didn’t want to move to fast for you. I know you probably have some things to learn.”

Soyeon chuckles and wraps her arms around your waist, her chin coming to rest in the crook of your collarbone.

“I’m a good student though. I’m sure I’ll pick it up quickly.”

“Yes,” you said. “I’m sure.”

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𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝐴 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜? (𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝐿𝑎𝑢)

𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝐿𝑎𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐻𝑖 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦!

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝐼’𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔~

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠~

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙~

Music rings through the halls of the house. It was Henry, doing what he does best. His music flows from his soul and into any instrument he plays. It was always beautiful to hear. I see how every moment he spends in the room of music, is a moment spent in heaven for him. I’ve never quite understood his passion, but I love watching it in action.

I walk down the hall in the direction of the melody, my bare feet smacking the cold floor. I curl my toes, wishing I’d put on my slippers. The sound of Henry’s voice gets louder as I approach. As I listen, I realize that he’s singing It’s You, it’s one of my favorite songs of his. He doesn’t notice me as I walk up to the other opposite side of the piano. He often plays with his eyes closed.

“Tryna hold back, you oughtta know that you’re the one that’s on my mind.” He sings, scrunching his face a bit. “I’m falling too fast. Deeply in love. Finding the magic in the colors of you.

Every since I’d started dating him, he’d taught me how to sing. I wasn’t very good before, but he taught me certain techniques and skills. He even taught me how to harmonize. Which is exactly what I begin doing as he continues singing.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

He looks at me, but doesn’t falter from playing. He smiles as he sings. I smile back, resting my chin on my hands as he continues before I jump back in.

𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢.

I stop singing and Henry looks at me with the most loving eyes. He appears to be singing to me now. I blush, smiling at him. His voice has always captivated me, but so did watching him play. The way he handled the piano so carefully. He didn’t bang on the keys, but rather bounced from one chord to another with grace.

The amount of passion that Henry puts into his music is incredible. It’s one of the things I love about him. I envy his skill with instruments, because I was never able to pick it up as a child, but it’s heartwarming to watch him.

As he finishes his song, he gets up and gives me a big hug.

“You’re getting so good.” He says, picking me up.

“I learned from the best.” I smile at him. “Can you teach me this? It’s so pretty. If not it’s okay, I’m just not really good at playing piano.” I admit.

“Of course I’ll teach you!” He says excitedly. He motions for me to sit down and he stands behind me. I put my fingers on the keys, ready for instruction.

“So first, you’re going to press the notes, G A B A G, with your right hand? And on the second A, you’ll press B with your left.” He tells me. I hover my fingers over the keys and then look at him.

“Uh, where are they?” I ask sheepishly.

“Oh, right." He laughs, playing the notes for me. I copy them slowly, trying to remember which ones he played. He waits patiently as I try to get used to the keys. When I finally get it down, he guides me through the song.

“But since this part is the climax of a song, you’re going to add a crescendo to make the song more heartfelt.” He explains as I stare at him blankly.

“What’s a crescendo?” I ask, when he shows no sign of explaining.

“Oh, yeah, a crescendo is where you start the part of the song off softly and then gradually get louder. Like turning up a dial.” He demonstrates for me. “Got it?”

“I think so... I get that I have no business playing the piano.” I laugh.

“Aw, come on, babe. Let’s just continue, we’re almost finished.” Henry pleads. I let out an exaggerated sigh and nod.

“Alright, what’s next?” I ask, as he continues to teach me.

JUST ONE 10 MINUTES

prompt: you wear ni-ki's jersey for a performance of lee hyori's '10 minutes' after your relationship with him was confirmed pairing:NI-KI x idol!fem-reader genre:fluff wc:400+

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Your relationship with Riki was revealed not too long ago, and you being a member of a fairly new debuted group that was under HYBE lead to the immense demand from fans of both respective groups for a confirmation or atleast a reply from the company

after the fire had died down you decided to ignite it yet again by pulling a rather bold move at one of your special group performances

you and your group have been practicing non-stop for your comeback and you guys made sure that everything was perfect and ready for when you had to perform

what fans didn't know was that beside the usual promotion of your title track and b-side you were also going to perform a remixed version of lee Hyori's '10 minutes'

fans of your group noticed certain spoilers in different lives of you and your fellow members taking about lee Hyori's success and how you all grew up listening to her still trending songs

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when it was the day of the special performance which was also the last day of your promotions you had texted Riki and asked if you could borrow his number "51" jersey

Riki obviously agreed without a question but was rather suspicious when you didn't answer his question of "what do you need it for?" you remained still with your plan and decided it would be best if you don't tell him what you're planning

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even though your heart was racing due to the previous rumors that caused a blast on the internet from both your fans and Riki's,you still chose to quickly change your shirt before you went out to the spacious stage inkigayo had to offer.

Luck seemed to be on your side that day since your stylist had dressed you up with a semi matching white frilly skirt with silver jewelry adoring your hands and neck,as well as blue sparkly eyeshadow that perfectly matched the pop color of the jersey

your members kept your secret and decided to not tell any of your stylists or managers 'cause all of you knew that you'd get in trouble easily and that is a result of your impulsive actions

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your performance began and with a heavy heart you flawlessly did the intro part but the catch was that fans were yet to see the back of your shirt and when you turned around,showing off Riki's name and number,you could only hear screams from both women and men watching your stage and your doubts quickly disappeared after you heard the unexpected reactions you managed to pull out from fans

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after you finished and headed towards the backstage you could see the angry gaze of your personal manager who was then reassured by your stylist that nothing would happen to you or your group as long as you don't pull another act like that.

bonus.ೃ࿐

when Riki received a weverse notification indicating that his girlfriend had posted,he didn't expect to see a mirror picture of your back with your face looking towards the mirror and a wink adoring your features while showing off his very own jersey with the caption "hope you enjoyed today's performance!!😗"

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this was really bad I'm sorry😭😭 but I was heavily inspired by the new pictures Ni-ki posted on weverse of him in his jersey at the dodgers match(?i think)

-I gladly take constructive criticism but without any hate as this is all fictional and not meant to represent any characters mentioned💗

lego date with jjunie me wants😋

lego flowers - yeonjun

☆ lol i had motivation to do this one so yes i did this one, im currently writing beomgyu's fic but anyways. this fic probably have some bad grammars idk (ik i said this too much but yeah)

╰┈➤ warnings: FLUFF FLUFF!!

╰┈➤ yeonjun x gn! reader btw :)

you were one to get bored easily especially when yeonjun is busy building legos.

this time you were really really bored, yeonjun is out to buy some ice cream just because you were craving for it

youre craving for ice cream? he'll get you some. craving for cakes? he'll buy one for you. craving for chocolates? he'll buy lots and lots of them for you

literally, this man will buy you everything and knows every single details about you

hes head over heels for you and only for you

"Y/N !!! IM HOME WHERE ARE YOU LOOK WHAT I BOUGHT"

you quickly ran over to the door to greet your boyfriend (but actually you just wanted your ice cream)

"I didnt hear you unlocking the doors but anyways welcome home, wheres my ice cream?" you eagerly asked

judging by him holding 2 bags, one is a lego bag and the other is just a normal plastic bag,

he definitely bought more than an ice cream..

"a quick kiss and i'll give it to you"

you, ofc, gave him a peck on his lips (lets be honest who wouldnt want to kiss his lip?)

"cookies and cream ice cream just for my baby" he reached the ice cream that was in the plastic bag, handing it over to you

"and whats that?" you asked, pointing the lego bag

"legos of course" he replied to you in a happy tone

you groaned knowing your boyfriend would be focusing on the legos and ignoring you for another hour

"buuuut i have a surprise for you too"

oh? a surprise?

"i figured you might like it" he reaches inside the lego bag, handing you a lego box with lego flowers on the front cover

"wait...are we gonna build legos together??"

he nodded with adoration in his eyes

"I always notice you getting bored whenever im building legos, i dont want my baby to be bored, would i?" he said, pinching your cheek in cuteness

"that hurts you know" you gently rubbed your cheek with an annoyed face

"it hurts? aww im sorry baby" he then attacked you with kisses all over your face

you see, the thing about yeonjun is that he may look cold outside but hes very affectionate and loving to the people he loves (especially you wink wink)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"babe. feed me ice cream please. I need energy." he asked with his eyes still focusing on his legos, building it carefully

you grab a spoonful of your ice cream and feed him like hes your little kid (well tbh he IS a little kid himself)

you were also building your lego flowers on the floor while he builds his own legos on the coffee table just bcs he needed more space for his legos cause its usually big

it turned out to be fun actually, with you talking non sense while building and yeonjun just agreeing to whatever you said

your conversations with him went a little bit like this:

"lego flowers would match our bedroom"

"yea i know"

"this color is pretty"

"mhm"

"the last dinosaur to ever exist mustve been lonely knowing all his friends went extinct"

"yeah so lonely. poor dinosaur"

not that you mind him ignoring you, you were used to it anyways

it was all fine until one of your lego pieces went missing

you went "oh no.."

and yeonjun's first instinct is to look at you after you said that

"why? did something happened?" he asked full of concern

(damn, yj went protective so quickly 😩)

"one of the lego pieces is missing"

he lets out a dissappointed sigh knowing you and him will have to search for it

"no no its okay, i can find it on my own, you can go back to your legos" you kindly offered yourself to find it before he could say anything

BUT

hes like "no, we're finding it together"

after what felt like hours searching it (honestly it took 10 minutes), you finally found that final piece to complete your lego flowers

"and...im finished" as you put the final piece on your creation

you and yeonjun clapped softly with a small 'yayy' dw, its a cute habit you two developed while dating

"you look so proud" yeonjun pouted at you, taking out his phone to take photos of you

"smile for me baby, hold the flowers straight"

yeonjun really do be acting like those moms who forced you to pose as they take photos 🥲

"thanks for the new lockscreen" he said as he kissed your forehead as a thank you

"are you gonna be putting my photos as your lockscreen everytime you captured one?"

"yes and?"

you rolled your eyes jokingly at him

youre lucky to have such a loving and a caring boyfriend who babies you most of the time even tho you didnt ask for it

⭐️MasterList|nbhmoonchild🌙

Just an average writer trying to get her random-ass thoughts out so she feels a lil’ less lonely and a lil’ less crazy. I write mainly Kpop fics and stuff for BTS and NCT, but I dabble in some Day6 and Stray Kids love every now and then. As far as a content range, anywhere from every-day life to fantasy, nothing’s off the table. I keep it pretty PG, smut isn’t really my thing (at least to write anyways), but who knows, I change my mind often. Also, I only use names and likenesses, all of my work is purely fiction and does not in any way, shape, or form reflect on the real people. Do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work please. Everything I write+their rights are reserved under the Creative Commons License. Thank you💜

    -Moonie🌙

💕-Fluff, 💥-Angst, 🖤(M)-Mature, 💀-Supernatural, ✔-Complete, 💬-W.I.P., 🎄-Holiday, 🔮-Fantasy

-General shit works coming soon...

Moodboards:

Bulesque!Au

Bartenders!Kook & Tae

DJ!Hobi

Owners!Jin & Joon

Pianist!Yoongi

CostumeDesigner!Jimin

Waitress/Dancer!Reader

To Your Nation ATLA!Au

SouthernWaterTribe!Reader

NorthernWaterTribe!Jimin

Warrior!Seokjin

AirNomad!Taehyung

EarthKingdom!Namjoon

FireNation!Hoseok

FireNation!Jungkook

FireNation!Yoongi

Pokémon!Au

Trainer!Seokjin

Trainer!Yoongi

Trainer!Namjoon

Trainer!Hoseok

Trainer!Jimin

Trainer!Taehyung

Trainer!Jungkook

Trainer!Reader

Half-Bloods (Percy Jackson AU!)

Cabin 10- Kim Seokjin

Cabin 15- Min Yoongi

Cabin 6- Kim Namjoon

Cabin 19- Jung Hoseok

Cabin 7- Park Jimin

Cabin 11- Kim Taehyung

Cabin 17- Jeon Jungkook

Cabin 20- Y/N

Oneshots:

Kim Seokjin

[What’s Cookin’ Good Lookin’?]  Domestic!Seokjin-💕✔

Min Yoongi

[I Could Use A Hug]  Uni!Yoongi-💕💥✔

Kim Namjoon

[Every Part.]  BestFriend!Namjoon-💥✔

Jung Hoseok

-Coming Soon

Park Jimin

[7:27 pm]  WaterTribe!Jimin-💕💥🔮✔

Kim Taehyung

[Thaw]  HockeyPlayer!Taehyung-💕✔

Jeon Jungkook

[10:34 am]  Firebender!Jungkook-💕💥🔮✔

[Happy.] non-idol!Jungkook-💥✔

Fics:

7 Days Of Halloween

Music To My Ears- Kim Seokjin x Siren!Reader-💕💥💀✔

Follow The Light- Warlock!Min Yoongi x Wisp!Reader- 💕💥💀✔

The Heart Grows Fonder- Kim Namjoon x Dryad!Reader- 💕💀✔

Love Heals All- Jung Hoseok x Elf!Reader- 💕💥💀✔

Sweet Serendipity- Park Jimin x Faerie!Reader- 💕💀✔

My Last Hope- Clairvoyant!Kim Taehyung x Spirit!Reader- 💕💥💀✔

I Feel For You- Werewolf!Jeon Jungkook x Empath!Reader- 💕💥💀✔

Half-Bloods  

--Demigod!OT7 x Demigod!Reader- 💕💥🔮🖤💬

Prologue

ᾰ̓γᾰ́πη

--Cursed!Seokjin x Reader- 💕💥🔮💬

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

More Coming Soon...

Moodboards:

ATLA!AU-NCT 127

Oneshots:

NCT 127:

Moon Taeil

-Coming Soon

Seo Johnny

-Coming Soon

Lee Taeyong

-Coming Soon

Nakamoto Yuta

-Coming Soon

Kim Doyoung

-Coming Soon

Jung Jaehyun

-Coming Soon

Dong Sicheng (Winwin)

-Coming Soon

Kim Jungwoo

-Coming Soon

Lee Mark

-Coming Soon

Lee Donghyuck (Haechan)

[7:27 p.m.]-💕✔

NCT Dream

Huang Renjun

-Coming Soon

Lee Jeno

-Coming Soon

Na Jaemin

-Coming Soon

Zhong Chenle

-Coming Soon

Park Jisung

-Coming Soon

WayV

Qian Kun

-Coming Soon

Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul (Ten)

-Coming Soon

Wong Yukhei (Lucas)

-Coming Soon

Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun)

-Coming Soon

Wong Kunhang (Hendery)

-Coming Soon

Liu YangYang

-Coming Soon

Fics:

NCT 127

Coming Soon

NCT Dream

Coming soon

WayV

Coming Soon

Moodboards:

-Coming Soon-

OneShots:

Park JaeHyung (Jae)

-Coming Soon

Park Sungjin 

Santa Tell Me-💕🎄✔

Kang Younghyun (Young K/Brian)

-Coming Soon

Kim Wonpil

All I Want For Christmas-💕🎄✔

Yoon Dowoon

-Coming Soon

Fics:

         -Coming Soon....

Moodboards:

-Coming Soon-

OneShots:

Kim Woojin (yes, I’m still including him, suck it)

-Coming Soon

Bang Chan (Christopher)

-Coming Soon

Lee Minho (Lee Know)

-Coming Soon

Seo Changbin

-Coming Soon

Hwang Hyunjin

-Coming Soon

Han Jisung

-Coming Soon

Lee Felix

-Coming Soon

Kim Seungmin

-Coming Soon

Yang Jeongin (I.N)

-Coming Soon

Fics:

        -Coming Soon...

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Gif not mine

Happy.

Prompt(s): “I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.”, “Were you ever going to tell me?”, “I just want you to be happy.”

Pairing(s): non-idol!Jungkook x Reader; mentions of Hoseok x Reader

Genre(s): Angst

Summary: Best friends don’t keep things from one another.

Warning(s): angst and tears, maybe unhealthy friendships?? (idk)

Word Count: 2.1k

“Jungkook, I swear, throw that pillow one more goddamn ti—“

When the soft plush of the pillowcase is suddenly all you can feel against your face, an unbothered laugh filling the small space of your apartment, you can’t help the exasperated sigh that escapes your lips.

Sitting on the floor surrounded by mountains of pillows, blankets, and snacks, you grip the pillow harshly to your chest, desperately trying to calm your rising temper as the doe-eyed boy crumples to the floor in a fit of giggles, loud and obnoxious.

It’s a sound you’d grown used to over the years of being best friends, unfortunately most incidents being at your own expense, but you were subconsciously fine with that if it meant making your best friend happy.

You raised a hand to smooth the now-stray locks of hair in disarray from impact-over-impact of the pillow bombs Kook had been tossing over the last half hour.

Why you bother to lecture him about manners and how hitting people upside the head with pillows when they’ve asked you to stop is rude, you don’t know. It always falls on deaf ears, and Kook has never been one to listen, to anyone.

Wiping the forming tears gathering at the edge of his lashes, he sends you a big grin, knowing that if he plays his cards right, you’ll forgive him in a few minutes and all will be as it was.

“Come on, y/n, lighten up a little!” You roll your eyes at his antics. It was always like this. Jungkook would do something stupid, dangerous, a little rude, or all of the above, he’d play it off as you being a ‘stick in the mud’ and eventually you’d give up and let him go about doing whatever he wants.

Sometimes it felt less like you were his best friend and more like you were his babysitter.

Don’t get it twisted, though, you love Jungkook more than anything. He’s been your best friend since God knows when. When bullies picked fights on the playground, Kook was there. When your first date ditched you freshman year, Kook was there. When your parents were fighting and you didn’t want to be home, Kook was there.

You’d practically grown up together and shared everything. Maybe that’s why you felt a swirling sense of guilt building in the pit of your stomach. 

You’d never kept something from him before.

Rolling your eyes, you willed yourself to breath and calm down. You’d already been a little jumpy all afternoon, and the more you overreacted, the more suspicious he’d get.

Jungkook was no idiot, though, and he’d known the second he came over that something was up. It wasn’t unlike the two of you to have late night movie sessions, laughing, talking, and just being weirdos together, but something about this time felt off.

He wouldn’t say anything, though. After all, you both never kept things from each other and he believed that if something was wrong, you’d tell him. Perhaps that’s why he felt a bit guilty deep down. You would always tell him if something was going on.

“Fine, lets just watch the movie, okay?” You ask, tone showing some defeat, but Jungkook could easily play that off to the fact that he’d been pestering you all night to get you to say something, tell him the truth, yell at him, anything that wasn’t just this passive apathetic attitude you’d had all night.

As you leaned forward to pop the disc in the DVD player, what movie, you weren’t really sure at this point, but it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to watch the same few movies over and over again, you felt Kook scoot closer, dragging the heap of blankets along with him.

The hangouts weren’t for the movies anyways, they were more for relaxing and venting to the only people you both had to be honest to.

Previews began and you kept your eyes glued to the screen. You knew Kook was staring at you and it killed you inside knowing that you wouldn’t be able to keep this up any longer.

Body heat creeping between blankets as he pushed even closer, only centimeters apart, and you finally turned your head to face him. Right there on his face, just as you thought, sat that quizzical yet knowing expression he wore whenever he knew you weren’t telling him something.

The heat rose to your cheeks and you hated the way the guilt licked at your throat, threatening to spill out in words you weren’t quite sure you were ready to tell him.

Instead of breaching that topic so soon, you opted to remain oblivious.

Turning your head back to the screen, you let a little sigh out, breathing in deeply to settle the nerves growing within you, “Kookie, stop staring at me like that. Watch the movie.”

Silence. Preview after preview played when you decide to look back again to see if the expression had changed. As your head swiveled to face him, you met his features only a breath’s width apart from yours.

It had you freezing in your spot, afraid that if you moved even a molecule, you’d occupy the same space, too close to stop something you might regret.

His eyes, narrowed and hard set on yours had you swallowing the lump that formed in your throat.

He knows.

“Jungkook, I-“ but before you could get he damned words out he had already pressed forwards, stealing them right out your mouth, lips pressed against lips.

All of a sudden you were too warm, too dizzy, too confused, and the only thing you could do was pull back, resting a hand on his shoulder to keep the distance.

His expression didn’t change, until he registered the panicked one you wore. As quickly as the kiss came, he was pulling back and chuckling halfheartedly.

“Geez, Y/N, calm down. I’m just messing with you.”

Your face didn’t drop the look you held firm, but your hand did fall into your lap, suddenly burned by the touch of his skin.

“Why would you do that?” Your voice is small, frail, like a thin pane of glass in a weak frame, and the tiniest disturbance would shatter you.

He didn’t look at you, rather, focusing on the screen ahead. The sound escaping your lips as you talked had him stiff. He fucked up.

“I can’t help it, you’re fun to mess with.” It’s short, void of emotion and he doesn’t even turn to look you in the eyes as you stare at him.

This was all wrong. How had everything gone so wrong so fast?

The only thing crashing around in your mind was the thing. That one thing you wanted to wait to tell him, but now it was ringing in your ears, the only sound you could hear.

It was out before you could stop it.

“I’m moving in with Hoseok tomorrow.”

Oh.

So that’s why you wanted a movie night out of the blue. Come to think of it, this was the first time you and Jungkook had hung out just the two of you in a while.

He didn’t even register the lack of your personal belongings strewn about your apartment, or the two boxes sat to the right of your door.

He’d been too busy being excited to finally have some alone time with you that he’d been oblivious to all of the signs.

You were leaving him behind.

Not saying anything, Jungkook gathered his belongings and stood from his spot on the floor. You shot up to follow him, forcing the tears to stay in your eyes as you frantically thought of how to fix this.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

Kook grabbed his shoes from the front tray, sliding them on, just as you got to the front door and grabbed the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

When he finally turned to look at you, the pain in his eyes had the tears fleeing yours. You ignored them as they flowed down your cheeks.

“Kook, wait-“

“No. I... I just. I shouldn’t be here.”

Turning the doorknob, he tried to walk through, but your hand latched to his sleeve kept him in place.

Another awful silence sat between you.

Cold night air seeped through the open door, clouds dispersed enough to see the pitch black of night peak through, little stars shining in the void of darkness. It was a sight you once fawned over, but now it sat cold, like a block of ice in your heart.

“Why didn’t you tell me... tell me before?”

It was something you always suspected could happen, non-platonic feelings blossoming over the many years you’d known each other. You’d entertained the thought of Jungkook being more than a friend once before, when the two of you were young and a little bit stupid and thought the world was yours for the taking.

But time had changed that, changed the two of you.

When you met Hoseok two years ago, the feelings that burst within you for him were some you’d never felt before. And Jungkook, well he was supportive of the whole thing. Said he seemed nice, and after they got to know each other, ‘if you’re gonna ditch me for anyone, I’m fine with it being him’ when you had to postpone ‘his time’ for your boyfriend over and over again.

Seems like things had once again changed.

In retrospect, he should’ve seen it coming.

“There’s nothing to tell, y/n.”

You dropped your hand from his sleeve, once again nursing the burning sensation from close contact. Of course, you thought, stubborn as hell.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

Jungkook turned around as he stepped through out onto the porch. There was enough space between you now, and he felt safe enough to turn back, just to look at you one more time.

He took note of the way you held the hand that once held him. The tears tracking across your cheeks, red and puffy. The slight quiver in your bottom lip.

It tore his already shredded heart to bits. Pummeled it into the ground and stomped on it too.

He didn’t answer; didn’t know how to. He’d had years to tell you how he felt, had his chance to keep you when you asked him his opinion on Hoseok.

Hoseok. As much as he wanted to hate the guy, show up and beat the shit out of him for taking the only thing he cared about, he couldn’t. Hoseok was a great guy, the kind of guy you deserved. The guy that wasn’t afraid to tell you you looked beautiful, to bring you flowers for no reason, and kiss you under the moonlight. Hoseok was a great guy, and he got you. 

He honestly, maybe even stupidly, thought you two weren’t that serious. Maybe he just refused to believe you were. 

A pathetic smile plastered itself to his face, wishing to every power he knew that he would take it all back if he could.

“I just want you to be happy,” Jungkook whispers, voice low and strained from keeping his own tears at bay. This was it, and if he was going to do one last thing, he’d wish you the best. Because you deserve the best.

You took a feeble step forward, reaching out for a moment before pulling back.

You pulled yourself together enough to look him in the eyes, seeing the sparkle that usually sat within them clouded by the glimmer of tears. Mirroring his pathetic grin, you sniffed, wiping a few tears from your face.

“I want the same for you...”

Staring at one another, time seemed to freeze only for a brief second.

Before he could stop himself, Jungkook reaches a shaking hand out to brush against your cheek. The wet tears seeping into his skin made his body shiver.

You stood there, face subconsciously leaning into his palm, the warmth not as comforting as it had once been.

“I know.”

It was quick, and suddenly he was pulling his hand away, wiping his palm on his jeans.

You watched as he tore down the staircase and out into the parking lot. As he started his car and drove off, leaving you there.

Eyes gazing up to stare at the stars twinkling millions of miles away, you let the tears flow as hard as they needed to.

You were mourning; grieving over the loss of a friendship most people could only dream of.

For a moment, your mind pondered over everything. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him. Maybe you should’ve said something when you had the chance. 

The thoughts disappeared into the night just as Jungkook did.

You both would’ve found out each other’s secrets sooner or later, would’ve gone through this hell at some point.

After all, you both never kept anything from one another.

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A/N, 

   I’ll probably be posting some little one-shots here and there in-between updates for ἀγάπη just because I have a lot of ideas and things bouncing around in my head and I suck at sticking to a single task, so...sorry in advance. But don’t worry, an update is coming soon! 

-Moonie🌙

Enough for Me (Moon Junhui) 𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪‧₊🪼˚‧ ✧𓍢ִִ໋˚.

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Warnings: Heavy mentions of depression and being suicidal, gaslighting (not from Jun or the reader though), a death of a loved one being mentioned, A LOT of long dialogue and cursing.

Synopsis: No one could handle you and you seemed to be the problem because everyone had always walked out on you. Not in Jun’s case though.

Note: Reworked, I apologize for how this is all loosely based on a true story (not adding too many details as to how) but I swear none of the idols mentioned as mean friends supposedly act like this in person in the story. As always, happy reading and don’t forget to support me by liking + reblogging my works! If you’re ever in a bad place, don’t be afraid to reach out.

WC: 1.5k

“Listen Y/n, I think it’s seriously immature of you to constantly delete your messages after you vent about something. Do you not think we care? You’re almost guilt-tripping us in a way, and it’s not like we constantly have time to respond to you, we have important things to take care of outside of our friendship,” Your friend, Jungkook, grits his teeth.

You stood still, shell-shocked at what had just come out of his mouth. Throughout the times you needed your friends most, they were never there for you, and now that your grandmother died they decide to drop a bomb on you? It hadn’t even been a day since she had passed.

“Jungkook, I don’t want to argue with you so as an explanation, I don’t delete my messages as a form of guilt-tripping. It just hurts my head and clogs my brain to see them in our group chat. Seeing how no replies with it just being there makes me feel even worse like I’m bringing the mood down, so I delete them because I also consider how you guys would feel,” you reply quietly, completely avoiding eye contact with everyone else as you play with your hands nervously.

“Honestly Y/n, we’re not the best at comforting but we can always listen to you. You just make it seem as though we could care less,” Nana says harshly.

Why were they doing this to you? You had a lot going through your mind and things were slowly escalating into an argument, but you were cornered, it was just you against everyone else it seemed.

“Y/n, we care about you ok? I don’t want you talking about killing yourself or that suicidal shit because I care about you. God, stop acting like a depressed piece of shit,” Jungkook continued to press on.

“I always consider how you guys would feel because I get you’re always so busy with class, but do I beg for you guys to listen? No, because I always put you all before me! Just let me be selfish for once. I do not wish for you guys to experience the pain I’m feeling,” You blew up but immediately kept yourself grounded by slouching beside Eunwoo on the couch.

“Guys, can you give Y/n a break? Fucks sake, someone in her family just DIED and there is still school to think about. Do you not realize that losing a close loved one is a lot to take in? Leave Y/n alone and let things work on their own because there can only be so much on someone’s plate,” Eunwoo sighed, clearly agitated at how your friends were acting like complete idiots by arguing with you at the worst possible moment.

“Y/n, you’ve always been the same, you wanna die right now? Fine, and you can have all the space you want, I don’t fucking care. At least come back when you’re mentally stable and respond normally will you?” You remained silent as everyone stared you down. If looks could kill, you’d be shot from every direction.

You were so close to breaking down that you simply ran out of the apartment and didn’t look back once.

You were grateful that at least Eunwoo cared but right now you needed to find solace in someone else who cared about how you felt about all this rather than how they felt. That’s when your feet led you to the apartment below yours, it was Jun’s.

You bring your hand to knock on the door, but it swings open before you can even land your knuckles on the wood to make the sound. Were you that loud?

On the other side stood a worried-looking Jun, the man immediately rushing you inside and leading you to his couch where he held you in a tight embrace.

That was the last thing you needed before you cracked, and suddenly all the tears you held in are streaming down your face.

“What happened? I heard about your grandmother and went to check on you but you were with your friends so I came back, thinking they were comforting you. Yet you’re here crying?” Jun was confused.

He heard your friends through the apartment door talking to you, deciding to come back once they were gone, but you beat him to it after he heard the pattering of feet down the hall.

You wipe your tears and smile off the intense pain you were feeling, disregarding it as nothing when you were really at your full capacity with everything going on.

You had a lot to think about, your family, how you were going to cope with everything. It was all too much, everything happening in less than a day.

“Jun, they were just agitated with me because I acted immaturely. I’ll spare you the details for now, but I deleted my vent messages in our group chat, they got mad and I gave them an explanation but then they go and gaslight me, which is all too much to handle,” You blabbered while Jun listened intently.

“Y/n, why would you let this happen? I remember you mentioning their lack of response towards you and how you never complained once, but then they go and do this. You don’t deserve any of the pain they caused,” he replies in a whisper, before bringing you into another hug that you desperately needed.

“It’s a lot, Jungkook told me to stop acting like a depressed piece of shit, immediately bringing up my past of being suicidal, then Nana acts like she did so much for me when they were never there. At least Eunwoo cared,” you muttered the last part to yourself, but Jun caught it and chuckled.

“Well, of course, he’s Eunwoo. Not a man of many words but always has the right ones when needed, I’m glad he stood up for you,” Jun then got up and handed you a blanket he found on the loveseat in his living room.

He hands you the blanket and you take it with a grateful smile. You’ve been through a lot today, and having someone finally care about you made you feel comfortable to be a bit vulnerable for even just a moment. Jun just felt like home to you.

“Y/n, they were shit friends towards you ok? They’re just mad because they’ve finally realized their mistakes and now that you’re putting yourself first, they think you’re being selfish,” he poked your cheek and you almost laughed through your tears, before Jun continued to speak.

“Listen, you are the most selfless person I know, you care so much about everyone else that you’ve reached a point where you pleased them too much, that now you can’t even do the bare minimum for yourself,” You take in his words and tears stream down your face again.

Had you been too lax? You never even thought of putting yourself first in anything, always opting to make everyone happy because you thought that it was enough for you.

“Everything I do isn’t enough, there’s always a problem with me. Everyone just leaves me Jun, I’m so tired of it all,” you huff out in frustration.

Jun’s brows knit and he pulls you even closer than you thought possible, almost flustering you, but he continues to comfort you.

His heart cracked at the sight of you, you looked so tired, exhausted, and devoid of life. It hurt Jun to see you that way when you’ve been hiding it for the longest time.

“You’ve suffered enough Y/n, let everything work by itself. To me, everything you do is enough, it’s enough for me ok? You were there for me during the times I needed someone, you kept me sane and comforted me even when you weren’t doing well by yourself. Don’t beat yourself up over something that isn’t your fault,” You nod and wipe your tears.

You knew what he meant. Jun had it just as hard as you are having it now, and you made sure he knew he was heard and had a shoulder to cry on.

It wasn’t just him either, you always made way to listen to everyone and tried your best to comfort them in any way you could.

“You know, you always make everyone feel heard, you’re just an amazing person, Y/n. Don’t ever think one bit that you aren’t enough when you would do so much more for everyone, and I’m glad you come to us because we do more than what those other friends of yours could,” Jun stared at the photo of you, along with his other friends on the wall.

Since your friends were never available, you felt happy to reach out to Jun and his other friends, Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Jihoon, and Minghao, when you needed a listening ear.

They all made you feel safe and secure during the times you had to stay strong for your grandmother, and even if they weren’t the best at comforting sometimes, they still tried, way more than anyone could bring themselves to.

“Thank you Jun, I feel much better now, even for a moment. Can we watch a movie or something with the other guys? I wanna get my mind off things for a while,” You ask softly.

Your eyes were still glassed over but your tears already dried. Jun nods at your request and immediately runs to order food and call the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t ask for anything better, because even if life is shitty, you get stronger and the pain is only temporary.

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MUNCH ꔫ - JJK

synopsis: jungkook is an ass man (he told me himself)

parings: jk x reader, established relationship

warnings: mdni 18++, sexual themes and mature language, dom!jk, sub!reader, lots of mentions of ass, slight ass play, mentions of anal, man handling, unspecified unprotected sex, doggystyle, penetrative sex, pet names and slight degradation, etc.

genre: smut drabble

word count: 401 (tiny)

jungkook is an ass guy, and it’s all due to you.

you made him fall in love with your cute, plump ass and all the perks that came along with it. from the way you had to jump to get your jeans on to how your cheeks swallowed a nice lacy pair of thongs. his favorite thing to have you in was a little tank top that fell off your shoulders and never reached below your belly, as well as a cute teeny pair of cheekster panties that sank farther into your ass as you did tasks and chores around your shared apartment, always on display for him and his aching member. he also loved how your soft ass felt, nice and powdery under his fingertips when he’d feel you up. he was so gentle with it most times, greeting you always with a hug and handfuls of your ass, kneading the thick flesh like it was the softest dough. other times like now, he would be rough with his touch, gripping and smacking on your ass as it clapped back on his pelvis while he wrecked your cute pussy.

your tears stained the white linen of your bed while you pushed him away and clawed at his toned stomach, which earned you another handprint on a cheek of his choice. “uh uh sweetheart, come back here and take it–“ he grunted as sweat beaded his forehead and he pulled you closer by your waist. he landed another smack on you, finishing off with a mean grip. he was so fucking addicted to the ripples and the cries that fell from your mouth afterward.

“pretty baby likes it when i smack that fat ass around huh?” he said after delivering another and watching the beautiful recoil.

“love it so much kookie, want more on me!” your pleasure filled screams were ripped out of you one by one.

“mhmm that’s right pretty girl, can i play here?” he had made you flinch when he put his soft thumb over your sweet puckered hole.

“yes koo, w-want you to play with it!” you weren’t too experienced with anal but one thing you knew you loved was clenching your tight little asshole around his thumb while your pussy was filled to the brim with his cock.

“such a good girl, letting me use these slutty holes.” and just as you asked, you received when his thumb slipped right into you, making your back arch and having jungkook’s thoughts run rampant about how he’d love to shove his cock inside and stretch out that ass when the time came. until then he’d be enjoying another perk he loved, which was painting your ass with strings of his hot cum. he watched the seed trickle down between your ass cheeks and glazing up that fucked out pussy. he took one look at your lewd expression and thought about how he could stay here and worship your ass forever.

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I loved you.

Lee Jihoon one shot

Pairing: Lee Jihoon × Female reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: mention of pregnancy.

Word count: 1.5 K

[10:10 pm]

“SEVENTEEN’s Woozi announces marriage and Fiancée’s Pregnancy”

The first thing, I saw after opening tv, first I couldn't believe what I just saw and a sharp pain hit my chest, I was in unexplainable shock, unable to process anything, unable to process a single word that came out in news, my boyfriend, is about to get married with someone else, the man I love is going to get married, the man who never revealed our relationship to anyone because of our sake and now is announcing his marriage plans? How am I supposed to understand him? how? And the girl is pregnant with his child? How am I supposed to ask for an explanation from him?

Tears couldn’t stop falling, it was hurting, everything was a lie, everything, I believed was a lie, everything’s over, I was trying to hold him, trying to believe he is not doing anything behind me, it was a lie, everything was a lie, he was lie to me, he lied everything to me. How could he do this? I am afraid of everything, he is not here for me anymore, he is not mine, I am no one to him.

I turned off tv, I went back to out room, the bedroom we shared, together, the room I shared my everything with him, days like this he would come to me, hug me tight, comfort me, love me more, and sometimes I would just hug him tight when I am happy and we would have Friday movie nights.

Everything looked so dark, the night looked so dark there was no moonlight, everything looked so dark here, my tears didn’t want to stop any soon, everything felt so wrong, so empty and everything was hurting, I was being lied and I didn’t catch, he broke my trust, all the trust I put on him with my everything.

I told myself so many times to ask him, try to think maybe there’s really something wrong but one smile, one kiss and one ‘I am okay, there’s nothing wrong, love’, ‘I love you, love’ was enough to make me believe him everytime i thought there's something wrong. everything we spend with eachother was all a lie, it was just a house of cards build with lies.

Ever since we started dating, I knew it was house of cards but never thought it would turn into house of lies, everything was a lie, where did everything go so wrong that I am suffering like this. why can’t he come and say “This is all a lie, Alex. Don’t believe in anything but just me”

I tried standing up, I looked at the room; full of our pictures, I went to near my study table and picked my favorite photo frame, it was clicked on our 2nd anniversary, he wanted to click pictures to save it as a memory, I was holding it tight and threw it with all my force. The glass broke and scattered on the floor, even this couldn’t explain how devastated I was and what are my emotions right now. I threw all the things which were kept near the table, there was only one voice audible in this whole house, that was mine saying “This can’t be happening, tell me everything is a lie right now.”

I can’t accept this, I can’t accept this from him, how could he when I gave him all of me? When I loved him so much and I still love him, but his love ruined me, I can’t think straight and accept the fact he is not mine anymore, how can he do this with, not him out of all the people in this whole world. His love made me weak, his lies work on me and they still will, if he says it’s a lie I will believe him, that’s how I ruined myself with his love. Everything’s over for us, and I can’t stop blaming myself for everything, why Woozi why, tell me why?!

I broke all the photo frames we had in our room, everything was just a lie, I meant nothing to him, never meant anything to him. he didn’t had to hit and run on me like this, he didn’t had to do this to me. I hate everything, I hate him.

I fell on floor, near the window, everything looked like a mess, I am a mess, how did things turn like this, since when? How did everything turn into this big mess and I can’t fix it anymore. I brought knees together and buried my head, my heart was still aching.

I don’t know how much time passed when I heard his voice “Alex~” calling my name. I still long for his voice which calls my name. it made me cry more, I couldn’t hold my silent cries anymore, I can’t lie myself that everything will be okay soon.

“Alex why is everything so dar-

He switched on the light, his sentence stopped midway, I was unable to look at him, not after all this.

“Love are you okay? What’s all this?” how brave of him to ask me, if I am okay or not and what’s all this, how can he hurt me like this? how? I tried lifting up my head to face him, he was still wearing the same what he wore in the morning, the white tee and black pants, he looked worried, why? He was still standing at the door.

“when was it over?” I was trembling, I was not okay, I was crying and shouting, only I know how much it hurts, he have no idea because I am the one who is hurting.

“what are you saying Alex?” he was coming towards me, I know he will make me go weak, his voice will again lie to me and I will accept that lie knowing it was  my weakness, he was my weakness.

“When was it over Woozi?! Reply me” I couldn’t help but to scream, my screams made him pause there.

“I am done with your lies, I can’t keep on building this with your lies anymore. I can’t, I am a human, I have feelings too! and they are all for you” I broke down again I was trying not to cry but how am I supposed to not feel hurt and miserable?

“5 months ago” he heaved a sign, his voice was nearly inaudible. Deep down I was hoping that he would tell me, he lied and all of this was lie and he loves me only and no one else.

I tried standing up, walked towards him, glass was scattered all over the floor, I tried looking at him, I wanted to hug him, feel his warmth, want him to tell me that’s it’s a lie, want to kiss him forever but how can I? he belongs to someone else now.

“Do you love her?” I gathered up courage to ask him,

“Yes.” That was my limit, my everything, he proved me that everything was a lie.

I crossed the ocean of my mind, but in the end; I drown, you push me down

I felt pain, when you came today. I can’t start again, I can’t try to hold you back again, I will put an end to everything right now because we are over.

“Woozi”

“Alex, I can-

Before he could continue, I shut him with a kiss, my tears started falling down, I was being selfish right now, but how could I stop myself, my hands went to his neck, I couldn’t think straight, it felt like my world was collapsing. I let him go, and removed my hands.

“this is our goodbye kiss Woozi, please be happy with her”

“Alex-”

“I saw everything Woozi, you have to take her of her and your child which is with her. Everything was a lie woozi, the house of card I made, collapsed, I can’t fake try to build it anymore. I am tried woozi, I am tired”

“Please go because if you don’t, I don’t think I can let you go anymore. You didn’t had to lie to me, you could’ve just left me, was I that easy for you? Tell me? That you had to disclose it infront of everyone that you are getting married with someone else when you couldn't say a single thing about me to anyone?”

“How could I hurt you, I loved you”

“You loved me, you don’t love me anymore woozi, LEAVE ME, PLEASE GO AWAY, YOU LEFT ME, YOU LIED TO ME EVERYTHING WAS A LIE” I pushed him out of the room, I stepped on a piece of glass, the pain hit me hard, I screamed in pain,

“AHH”

“Alex”

“Don’t touch me, go away, you lied, you cheated me, go away woozi please, leave me, and don’t ever come see me again. We weren’t meant for eachother anyway, go woozi go to the love of your life.”

“Nothing hurts me anymore, let’s not meet ever again, you and me are over” I was crying, I knew how much courage I had to gather up to say this to him, he started stepping back, I saw him leaving our house, which was our happy home once.

“I loved you woozi and will love you till the end”

Just tooth rotting fluff and I love it fr 😭 Jungkook and Ara?!?! ADORABLE Jiwoo and Changmin?!?! ADORABLE

Dresses and Weddings

Pairing: Idol-Married!Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook might be 33, but his idol career is still steady as ever, despite being engaged and with two kids born outside marriage. He's surprised, as is his finacée, over how well the fans are taking it.

cw/tw: Just fluff and domestic, wedding planning.

Note: Ara (youngest, daughter), 5 years old, Changmin (oldest, son), 17 years old. And everyone who's tagged, I'm sorry, I need “comments”

''Jungkook, don't worry about it. I'll take care of the dishes, you promised ARMY a live''

Jungkook looked at his finacée. ''Are you-''

Jiwoo placed her hands on his chest and pecked his lips. ''You go have a live, now. I'll take care of the dishes and the kids''

The man smiled. He was the luckiest man in the world with such an amazingly understanding fiancée. ''Okay fine. But don't hesitate to shout if you need help with anything''

Jiwoo sighed and shoved her soon-to-be husband out of the kitchen. She shook her head and chuckled slightly. ''Aish, he's impossible''

''Eomma, you're being mean to appa''

Jiwoo turned to her daughter and smiled. ''No sweetie, appa is impossible. That's not being mean, usually. It's just, he always wanna help eomma. Appa never does anything for himself anymore''

Ara giggled and handed her plate to her mother. ''So you mean appa is too nice?''

''Aish- no, he's perfectly nice. Now, let eomma do the dishes then we'll go look for a nice dresses for you, okay? Changmin, you're also going. I don't care if you don't want a tux, you're wearing one!''

Ara smiled and nodded happily. She loved dresses and pretty things. She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. A moment later Bluey was heard through the house.

Changmin, who wasn’t a huge fan of fancy clothing, groaned. But he also didn’t want to ruin his parents wedding, so he could accept it this once. And he knew girls liked a man in a suit.

''You know what? Fine, Eomma. Only this once because it’s your wedding'' Jiwoo smiled at her son and hugged him tighty. ''Eomma~ stop it!''

''Never. Now, go and watch Bluey with your sister''

Changmin saluted his mother and disappeared into the living room.

Jiwoo smiled. She was happy her kids had such a great relationship despite the age gap. Changmin had always been amazing to his sister. Jiwoo knew that she never needed a babysitter. She had her son.

Of course she'd pay him for it. She would never force him to babysit his sister without pay.

The woman turned to the mountain of dishes let out a deep sigh. She had decided to make jjajangmyeon, but the nonstick pan wasn't clean, and she hadn't had the energy to clean it before cooking, so now the jjajang sauce had dried into the pan.

She filled it up with warm water and allowed it to soak while she did the other dishes.

When she finished the dishes, the promise of shopping with Ara and Changmin had completely slipped her mind.

She walked into the living room, laid down on the couch behind her kids, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Ara turned around since Jiwoo snored slightly. A she spotted her mother a pout grew on her small, doll-like lips.. She stretched out her small hand to poke her mother in the face, but Changmin caught her hand before she could.

''Ara, Eomma needs to sleep'' He said in a soft voice.

''But Eomma promised she would take us to buy clothes'' Ara pouted even more and turned on the charm.

Changmin took a deep breath to not give in. ''Let’s see if Appa has time, hm?''

That seemed to peak Ara's intrest as she nodded immediately. She quickly turned off the TV. She walked up the stairs with Changmin in tow, who was also ready to catch her if she slipped.

Jungkook's door was closed, since he knew he could be quite loud whenever he was live. Ara however did not see this as a problem and slammed the door open. ''Appa!''

The man flinched at her scream. ''Yes, love?''

''Eomma promised she would go buy dresses with me, but she's sleeping''

Changmin chuckled awkwardly and looked at his father. ''I tried stopping her''

Jungkook smiled. ''Don't worry. I'll take you shopping now, before I go live then. Let me just get changed''

The little girl smiled in excitement. ''Yay!''

The man changed into some baggy, black jeans, a black loose, oversized t-shirt, a beanie and a pair of sunglasses.

''Appa, you look like a thief'' Ara stated when Jungkook finsihed of his outfit with his watch and some additional braceletes.

Jungkook picked his little girl up and spun her around. ''Well, I managed to steal your mom's heart'' He set her back on the ground.

''You are the cheesiest man I have ever met'' Changmin mumbled and took out his phone.

''Changmin, which one of us is about to get married? Because I happen to know it's not you. My cheese works!''

The son shook his head in disappointment. ''You're so weird''

Jungkook ignored his son and turned to Ara. ''Do you want to wear your pink flower dress, Ara, my favorite child?''

Changmin looked at the his father with a bored look, meaning the use of favoritism had no effect on him whatsoever.

Ara's excitement only grew. One, she adored attention, like any five year old would, two, dresses! ''Yes!''

Jungkook smiled and carried her into her own room and helped her to get changed. ''Now you're all ready for shopping. Jiwoo already said you’re coming, and to be honest, she’s scarier than you’ll ever be''

They walked outside to the car. ''Appa, you’re a wuss. She’s your fiancée, be a man and tell her you don't want to go shopping, or rather the fact that I don't want to go shopping''

Jungkook shook his head and put Ara in her carseat before he got into the drivers seat. ''No, I prefer being on Jiwoo's good side a month before the wedding, you can argue with her'' He waited for Changmin to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as his son had buckled his seethed he started the car and headed towards the mall.

The second they entered the shop all eyes turned to them.

Sure, Ara loved attention, but she was also very introverted and shy. She liked attention when it came from people she already knew. ''Appa, why's everyone staring at us?'' She grabbed her father’s hand and walked slightly behind his legs.

Changmin had his eyes glued to his phone. He was busy chatting his his friends, who the parents allowed to attend the wedding to make it less sufferable for the boy, about tuxes.

Well, chatting was maybe not correct. He was mostly complaining.

The man looked around. ''Probably because we're dressed different from each other, or because your appa is famous'' He squatted down and picked up Ara. ''Now, which dress do you want?''

''I don’t know. You choose''

Jungkook picked up his daughter and made a beeline to the white dresses. ''Pick any dress you want, Changmin, don't you even think about escaping'' Jungkook turned to his son, who had one foot out the store.

''Why do you have to know my every move!'' He whined and walked over to his father.

''Because I did the exact same thing before I met your mother'' Jungkook shrugged and smirked. Changmin groaned and stopped his escape attempt.

Ara, who noticed none of the squabbling, smiled as she went through the racks, looking for the perfect dress.

While he scowered the store, he noticed he was the only man in the whole store, except his son who stood by the entrance, looking as bored as ever.

And moments later the first article showed up on Jungkook's phone.

BTS band member, Jungkook, spotted at the local mall with his son and daughter. Jeon was seen dressed in head to toe in black, meanwhile daughter was dressed in a  beautiful, pink, floral dress and seemingly looking for a dress fit for the upcoming wedding. We can't even imagine how adorable she will be. Changmin was spotted by the entrance, looking less excited for the dress shopping (which is understandable for a boy his age) Here are some more pictures. See more...

When he finished reading the article, and finding no harm in it, he turned his phone off and noticed his daughter was gone. He wondered where she'd gone off to, and why Changmin hadn't stopped her.

Then again, his nose was burried in his phone.

Well, the mystery was cut short when Ara came walking with at least 5 dresses in her small arms.

''Ara, sweetheart, eomma is gonna kill me if I allow you to get all those'' Jungkook squatted down in front of his daughter and patted her head gently.

Ara pouted. She looked up at her father with big eyes, lip was jutted out in a pout and a sniffle left her nose.

Something Changmin had taught her to do to get her will through. Something the son had learned from his father, since he always did it to convince his fiancée about… anything.

''Ara, no''

She took it one step further. Her lip started quivering and tears started forming in her eyes.

''Aish... fine! I should put you in a drama class''

The little girl smiled and handed the dresses to her father. Jungkook smiled and took the hangers and led his daughter to the changing rooms. ''If we're buying all these, you're trying them all on''

Ara smiled and walked into the changing room with the dresses.

Jungkook was sure Jiwoo was gonna murder him when she saw the amount of dresses he bought for Ara, but he couldn't help it!

His soft spot was his daughter.

Besides, he liked shopping! And his son would do no shopping with his father, so he might as well spend his money on his daughter.

Jungkook chuckled every time Ara came strutting out of the changing room, giving a twirl before she walked back into the changing room.

They found some more dresses, Ara convinced her father to buy them, tried them on and headed to the check out.

''Since you bought 10 dresses, we will give you two tiaras'' Ara let out a happy squeal. The cashier took out a box of tiaras and held them out to Ara to let her choose.

The two paid for the dresses and headed towards the tux shop.

In total it took Ara almost 1.5 hour to find the dresses, try on the dresses, change some of them and get Jungkook to pay for them.

As soon as they entered the tux shop two men walked up to them, service smiles on their lips. ''Hello, Sir, how can we assist you?''

''So, my dear son here hates tuxes, but uhm, me and his mother are getting married so he’s got no choice. Uhm, yeah. Do with that information as you wish''

The men nodded and dragged Changmin into the shop. Changmin turned to his father and gave him a sharp glare. What a loving father, throwing his son to the sharks.

Jungkook waved happily at his son and took a seat on the futon together with his daughter and her dresses.

It only took Changmin about 2 minutes before he stood in a tux before his father. ''Happy?''

''You clean up nicely, Changmin''

''Is it good enough for your wedding?'' Jungkook nodded and chuckled. ''Good, let me change back and-''

''Nope, you're going home in that'' Jungkook took his son's clothes, threw his Black Card at him and ran out the store.

Changmin stood there for a moment. ''What the actual fu-'' He spotted Ara's big eyes. ''-dge, I really want fudge''

''Me too! Do you think Appa will allow us to get some?'' Ara's eyes grew even bigger in excitement.

Changmin smiled at his adorable little sister. ''With your face, he will say yes to anything''

The boy paid for the tux and turned to his sister. ''Here, I'll take them'' He took all the bags from his sister before he, somehow, managed to pick her up as well.

He headed out to find his father. The man stood a few feet away from the store with a smirk on his lips, mostly because he spotted all the girls staring at his son.

As the boy approached him he held out his clothes. ''Sorry, here's a bag with your clothes''

Changmin put his sister back on the floor. ''I promised Ara you'd buy her fudge''

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. ''Why?''

''It was either that or swear'' Changmin shrugged and shoved all the shopping bags in his father's arms. ''But there are no fudge shops here, so maybe we can get frozen yoghurt?''

Ara nodded excitedly.

''Fine'' Jungkook caved and groaned jokingly. ''Now, on a serious note you might wanna get a date for our wedding because I happen to know that all your friends got dates''

''Do I have to? I'm your bestman, I don't need a date''

''Oh, is that Hana? Staring at you?'' Jungkook pretended to look behind his son. Changmin whipped around with the speed of lightning. ''Ha! I knew it!''

''Fine! I'll take her''

''Good, I've already told her mother you would. She's very excited apparently. She's bought a dress, fixed her hair and nails... and whatever girls do to impress men''

Changmin chuckled. ''Fine''

''Let's get some frozen yoghurt for Jiwoo as well''

''Army, this is Ara. You've met her before. She's gonna answer some questions with me. Changmin might run around in the background for some school project about me''

@doublebunny: How old is Ara?

''How old are you, love?'' Ara held up three fingers. ''Silly, you're four. She's four years old''

@JayKay97: Is Jungkook a good dad?

Jungkook read the question for her, and Ara didn't even think twice before nodding. ''Appa is the best appa in the world. But eomma says he too nice sometimes and won't do things for himself''

Jungkook gasped jokingly. ''Is eomma teasing appa when I'm not around to hear?''

Ara nodded proudly. ''Yes, she also says you a blanket hogger. Whatever that means''

''Huh, she does? Well eomma is lying. Don't listen to her, she's mean and she's lying''

Ara giggled. ''Aniyo, eomma says the same about you''

@Army130612: Where is Jiwoo?

''She's currently sleeping somewhere. She was tired after her long day'' Jungkook continued reading comments, most of them compliments about how adorable Ara was.

@JayKays_RealWifey: Ara isn't even that cute, nor is Jiwoo. If I could I would kidnap Ara and hide her so that Kookie couldn't find her

Jungkook immediately banned the account that had commented and threw a quick look at his daughter.

''What did the person say? I saw my name''

''Uhm, that you're really pretty'' Jungkook lied. He hated lying to his daughter, but in moments like this, it was okay to lie.

@Jiwoo_is_hawt: Ara is the cutest girl out there! Don't bother with the mean people.

@JKs_lost_bananamilk: Yeah! And Jiwoo is gorgeous and the most perfect girl for Jungkook. You guys, and Changmin, make the perfect little family.

@V☑: Ara is so cute! Tell her uncle TaeTae says hi!

@Jin☑: ^^Uncle Jin too! Her most handsome, favorite uncle!

@J-Hope☑: ^^Nah, Hoba is her favorite!

@RM☑: ^^Nuh-uh, uncle Joonie!

Jungkook chuckled. ''Ara, sweetie, who's your favorite out of the uncles?'' Ara suddenly became very shy and hid in her father's chest. ''Hey, you know the guys, why did you become so shy?''

''I don't know... uhm... Appa is my favorite''

The man chuckled, causing his shy to vibrate. ''I wasn't an option, and I sure hope I'm your favorite''

''Uhm... Uncle Yoongi''

Another chuckle left the man's lips. ''There you go guys''

@Suga☑: Ha, I knew it! Suck it!

@Jin☑: ^^Hyung probably bribed her with candy!

@V☑: ^^Yeah!

Jungkook had planned to be live for another two hours, but Ara was slowly growing extremely bored.

''Appa, I'm bored. Eomma promised she'd play dress up with me''

''Appa can't play right now, but... you can... color my tattoos'' He took out a pencil case filled with a bunch of colorfull markers.

Ara seemed very intrigued by this idea and immediately poured out the markers on the table. She grabbed Jungkook's right arm and put it on the table. Meanwhile his left hand was wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from sliding off his lap.

''Can you make my hair pretty?''

Jungkook smiled at his daughter and kissed her cheek. ''Of course, agi, if you can wait with painting''

Ara nodded quickly and sat up straight.

He continued reading the comments and answering questions while he braided his daughter's hair.

''Appa, where's the stupid book your group wrote like a billion years ago?'' Changmin asked and dug around his father's room, half naked, a habit he'd picked up from his father.

''You know I'm live, right?''

The boy stood up straight and stared at the phone. ''Yeah... absolutely...'' He slowly backed out of the room, which caused Jungkook to chuckle loudly.

@Changmins_onetrue_love: Does your son need a girlfriend?

''No, he's got a girl already. Not official-''

''Appa! Stop telling the world about my life!'' Changmin shouted from his room, which was wall to wall with Jungkook's studio.

@JeonChangmin_Official☑️: Appa, you're mean! Stop telling everyone about my life! I am single, right now, but I'm not looking for anyone but a... special girl.

Jungkook chuckled as he read his son's comment. ''Sorry, Changmin, I'll stop'' He finished Ara's braids and planted a small kiss at the top of her head.

The second his hand landed on the table again, Ara was quick to fill in all his tattoos in different colors.

Jiwoo woke up three hours later and was very confused. Her daughter was no longer on the ground watching Bluey, she assumed Changmin had just grown bored and did his own thing.

''Eh, she's probably with Jungkook- who’s live'' She hurried up the stairs and noticed that his door was open. ''Fuck'' She entered and spotted Ara in Jungkook's lap. ''Oh my god, Jungkook I'm so sorry!''

She was about to grab Ara out of his lap and leave Jungkook alone, but Jungkook shook his head.

''She isn't interrupting anything. The fans love her and she's making my arm very pretty''

Jiwoo looked down at her husband's right arm and smiled. ''Wow, very pretty. Well, I'll leave her with you then''

''No, come here. Look at her dress, we went shopping''

She walked around his chair and stood on his left side. ''How many dresses did you buy?''

Jiwoo was more than used with Jungkook going shopping with Ara instead of herself. She was also used to him buying an excessive amount of things for her, when in reality she only needed one or two.

''Ten...'' He mumbled into his daughters hair.

''What!?''

''Ten! Don't be mad! Ara is here, and about 10'000'000 people are watching you right now''

Jiwoo took a deep breath from her spot on his left side. ''How in the world have you not gone broke yet?''

''Doesn't matter. Come here''

''Why?''

He smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her into his lap pecked her cheek. ''Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?''

''You tell me that about every single day''

''Well, truth only'' He pecked her lips, making her blush.

@Jikook_endgame: Okay, my ship has been sailing since they got hitched, but I still fangirl whenever they kiss

@사랑해: ^^ I'm with you 100 percent!

''Jungkook, you're live'' Jiwoo wasn't a big fan of PDA, but sometimes she just couldn't stop Jungkook from kissing her in front of people.

''I know''

Jiwoo burried her head in his shoulder as she felt another blush rise to her cheeks. She wasn't unfamiliar with Army, or Jungkook's lives, but she didn't like kissing on camera.

''My two favorite girls''

@Jimin☑: My one true pair!

''Eomma! Stop making out with Appa live! I need help with something!'' Changmin shouted from his room.

''Gotta go'' Jiwoo patted Jungkook's head. ''Ara, be nice'' Ara saluted her mother and went back to her coloring.

She entered her son's room with a confused look. Changmin was running around the room, throwing clothes everywhere. ''I'm fucking freaking out Eomma!'' He shouted and continued.

''I can see that! Why!?'' Jiwoo shouted in the same tone.

''Hana asked if I wanna get dinner, and despite me not being hungry, I accepted and I don't know what to wear!''

Jiwoo grabbed her son's shoulders and stopped him from running around. ''Look just- wow, your shoulders have broadened, a lot- not the point, look, just dress like you usually would. Baggy pants, t-shirt, hoodie. Especially a hoodie, so you can give it to her when she insists she isn't freezing''

Changmin dug out some clothes that fit into Jiwoo's description. He put on the clothes and did a little twirl. ''Does this look good?''

''You know it looks good, you've got your father's fashion style'' Jiwoo patted his head. ''And you've got his hair- goddamn you've got great hair''

''Eomma, not time for that, which shoes'' He turned his mother to face his wall of shoes. It held almost every pair of Air Jordans ever sold, since Jungkook insisted he needed them. Why? Because Changmin mentioned he liked them, once.

He wasn't ungreatful. He loved his shoe-collection more than anything (except his family) and he took great care of them. But sometimes having a billion different pairs of shoes made choosing extremely hard.

''Purple hoodie, black pants, purple t-shirt, purple shoes? I don't fucking know! Jungkook looked at me a while ago and told me to change because I "didn't fit his vibe", I called him an ass but changed''

Changmin whined and threw himself on the bed face first. ''I have to cancel with Hana, I'm a mess!''

Jiwoo sighed at her son. ''You're too much like your father. Jungkook! Come here a second! Say no and I'll rub your shoes against the pavement''

Jungkook appeared in the room within ten seconds, Ara in his arms. His eyes were wide in fear. ''What? Don't touch my shoes!''

''Your son needs help with clothes''

Jungkook looked him over before he looked at his wall. ''These'' He picked the shoes Jiwoo'd mentioned, which caused the woman to smirk.

''I have great taste!'' Jiwoo cheered as her son laced up his shoes.

''Can I go back to ARMY?'' Jungkook asked awkwardly and backed out the door.

''Yeah''

Jiwoo walked over to her son's dresser and found one of his billion perfumes. ''This one'' She held up his Calvin Klein perfume. She sprayed a few pumps in the air and forced Changmin to twirl around in it.

She knew perfume, not clothes.

He looked at the clock and realized he was gonna be late soon. He slid down the stair railing, which Jiwoo'd forbid him from doing, but the rule didn't stick apparently.

''Changmin! What the hell?''

''I love you Eomma, but I’m gonna be late!''

''Okay, have fun!''

The wedding was getting closer and Jiwoo was growing extremely stressed. Jungkook was of great help, of course, but she was such a perfectionist, so that didn't really help.

Jungkook also realized it was better to just let her do her thing and back off.

Flowers?

Yeah, that was the current problem.

Jiwoo was sitting in the livingroom. Flowers were all over the place. All kinds of flowers. Roses, lilies, tulips, snow drops, daisies, sakuras, gladiolus, daffodils.

Changmin was allergic to pollen. Changmin was suffering, but he was also slightly concerned as his mother wouldn't leave anything undone. Which meant she hadn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours.

''Eomma, you need to eat, and I need to get out of this house before I die'' He sniffled.

''I can't right now, I have to-''

''Appa!'' Changmin cut the woman off.

Jungkook came downstairs. He looked between the two people in the living room. Changmin gave him a look, which meant "pick the woman up".

And so he did just that.

''Yah! Put me down! I need to-''

''Eat. I'm not putting you down until you promise to eat something. I can go get you McDonald's, just eat something''

Jiwoo sighed and fell limp on his shoulder. ''Fine''

''Good girl'' He put her down. ''You can continue now, as long as you eat when I get back with your food''

''Promise'' She put her hand on her chest. ''Now, what do you think about pink roses?''

''Whatever you choose will be perfect'' He kissed her head and disappeared out the door.

Jiwoo walked back into the livingroom and chuckled as Ara happily walked around, sniffing all the flowers. Changmin laid on the floor and suffered. ''Eomma, please be done soon''

''I promise, what do you guys think about these?'' She asked and held up a bouquet of pink roses.

''It's your wedding, eomma, not ours'' Changmin sat up. ''I believe that you'll plan the most perfect wedding ever''

''Like or not'' Jiwoo ignored her son's warming words and held the bouquet closer to him.

''They're gorgeous''

Jiwoo jotted down some notes and laid down the flowers. ''Good, now...''

Everyone were having fun, either because of alcohol or because it being a wedding.

Jiwoo was over the moon. She had been dreaming about this day since she first started dating Jungkook 17 years ago!

As they were slow dancing Jiwoo spotted her daughter sitting on a chair, impatiently kicking her tiny legs.

''I think someone else wants to dance with you'' Jiwoo nudged her head in Ara's direction.

''Well, then you're embarrassing Changmin in front of Hana''

''Deal- god we're amazing parents'' Jiwoo allowed her fiancée husband to dance with their daughter. She walked up to their son and held out a hand. ''I'm here per your father's request to embarrass you''

Hana chuckled at Changmin's horrified expression. ''It's fine Changmin, it's totally cool and I won't leave you forever''

Changmin wasn't necessarily embarrassed to dance with his mother, he loved dancing with her, but he kind of wanted to spend some time with Hana.

Altough he'd spotted her with her nose burried in her phone during majority of the wedding. He found it odd, especially since she blew up when he asked her to put it down during the cermony.

He laid one of his hands on his mother's waist and grabbed her right one with his left. As they started swaying Changmin smiled at his mother. ''Finally you're married''

''Why are you so happy?''

''Because you guys are meant to be, and now if you wanna separate it'll be way harder, especially since Ara's a toddler, and because I probably would've died if all those flowers were in our house any longer''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Sorry, should've thought about you more...''

''It's fine. I didn't die. And come on, it's was for your wedding, I can kind of accept the attempted murder'' Changmin released his mother as the song finished.

''Your wife will be the same in the future''

''I know'' He smiled at her and hugged her. ''Goddamn you're short''

''You've gotta stop growing''

''Never'' Changmin walked back to Hana while Jiwoo sat down and watched as her newly-made husband danced with Ara. Ara didn't exactly dance, she stood on Jungkook's feet and he danced for her.

Across the room she could spot her son in a heated argument with Hana. Hana apparently didn't like this and slapped him across the face, before she stormed out.

A moment later her son sat down next to her. His cheek was now bright red. ''So... we won't be seeing more of Hana''

''Jealous type?'' Jiwoo asked.

''Nope, but she's been streaming the whole wedding live since she realized she'd gain some attention from it. I said she was selfish and she shouldn't have done it, she called me a jerk, since "You don't know how it is growing up with weird parents", why she said that I don't know. You guys are the weirdest fucking people I've ever met''

''Changmin! Don't swear!''

The boy shrugged and shoved his hand into the champagne bucket. He got a hand of ice and pressed it to his cheek. ''But goddamn she can slap''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Women are naturally good at some things''

''Why was I so blind? She's never actually had any intrest in me. Whenever we hung out she kind of just... existed''

''You do crazy things when you're in love. I tattooed Jungkook's name a year after we started dating. Probably the most stupid thing one can do. But so far it's holding up''

Changmin chuckled. ''Well, I shouldn't bring you down on your wedding day. Wanna dance again?'' He stood up and held out his hand.

''Thought you'd never ask'' Jiwoo smiled and took her son's hand.

A more upbeat song started playing for all the kids at the wedding, and Changmin gave his mother a knowing look. ''This is our jam!''

Jungkook watched his wife and son dance like idiots. ''Let's dance for real, Ara''

Ara smiled widely and ran over to the other half of the family. This was the most perfect evening so far, and many more to come.

Jungkook looked at his family adoringly as they made fools out of themselves.

''I wouldn't change this for the world''

Singing lessons

With Loona's Haseul

wordcount : 1,7k

Warnings : none !! just kissing :)

Another one of my favorite fluffcember pieces muhahaha !! Enjoy <3

Whining a little as you got out of your father’s car, you asked him for the hundredth time just why was he taking you here. He had stubbornly signed you up for a singing class, something you refused to admit being interested in. It’s not that you hated singing itself, but just the thought of having to speak in front of others was terrifying you, so singing in front of a crowd was definitely not what you wanted to do in the future

You were your parents’ only child, and they cherished you like you were the most precious being on earth. They had always made sure you could explore the many possibilities of life, as well as develop your capacities. Since you were a little kid, they had pushed you to try different sports, as well as play diverse instruments until you would find what you actually liked

You never really disliked that, it was actually a pretty good way to figure out things about yourself, to grasp what you were capable of and where your limits were. Although your parents hated giving up, they had always been pretty understanding of you

When it came to singing though, it was different. Your father had sung in an opera before, and had, countless times, described it to you as the best experience of his entire existence. Meanwhile, your mother had taught you the many lullabies her family had been transmitting, generation after generation. In your parents’ mind, it was clear you were to become a great singer

You never wanted to disappoint them, however, you had never taken any lesson. Being someone who showed great potential in art, your father and mother struggled to understand what was stopping you from exercising your lovely voice. And the truth is, you couldn’t get past that embarrassment you felt at the thought of having to sing in front of individuals

Sure, you could be pretty confident when it came to playing a game of football, or doing perfectly a melody on the piano; though you felt as if singing wasn’t going to work for you. You didn’t quite understand why your parents wanted you to sing so bad, for you, your voice had nothing that stood out from others and you never saw yourself singing that well

So when your mother announced that she had found someone that was offering private singing lessons, she thought it would be an awesome opportunity for you. You wouldn’t have to sing in front of many, just in front of your future professor. Your father was immediately enthusiastic about it, saying it was the ultimate occasion to try and embrace your talent

As for you, you were near horrified. Private singing lessons?? You were already imagining an old man, strict and severe, never letting you rest and putting an obscene amount of pressure on you. You could already feel yourself exhausted, stuck between saving yourself and pleasing your parents

Despite your clear opposition, your parents were stubborn: you were going to try at least one lesson. They declared that judging without trying it first was foolish

And so, you were forced to be here

Entering the building, your father looked for the class where your future teacher was to wait for you. Walking for a little while, you felt your stress going up as you were expecting the worst

Finally arriving at the right door, your father wished you to have a great lesson and left, reminding you to stay polite and to give it a chance

You knocked and waited a few seconds before you were met with what seemed like a dream

The prettiest girl you had ever seen stood there, she seemed to be around your age. You could only assume she was your teacher’s daughter or something like that. Greeting you warmly, she introduced herself as Haseul as she invited you to come in. You couldn’t help but notice how she seemed to be staring at you a little too long, though you couldn’t feel bothered by it, too focused on your anxiety

She asked you for your name and announced that she would be the one coaching you. A little bit taken aback; you smiled awkwardly as you gave her your name. You were going to have to focus while such a lovely individual was going to teach you? God, what were you supposed to do!

“What’s that look for darling?” she asked you, clearly amused by your reaction

“I was just surprised you’re the one who’d give me the lessons, I thought it would be some old hag” you responded, laughing to hide the light blush you could feel on your cheeks

She raised a brow and let out a soft laugh, declaring her lessons would be much more interesting than that. You agreed, knowing well you didn’t have the exact same definition of interesting

The lesson begun as she explained to you the basics, stuff you were already aware of, but you didn’t want to stop her, wanting to let her speak as much as possible so you wouldn’t have to show her your singing anytime soon. She was so beautiful, and her talking about singing so passionately had you smiling without even realizing it

However, she quickly began vocal exercises, so you could warm up before starting the real deal. As you were doing what she was telling you to do, you could feel her eyes not leaving you for even a split second. You tried to not think much of it, maybe she was just a really attentive teacher, even if you hoped it was for another reason

Your nightmare came faster than expected when she asked you to pick a song in the many papers she was showing you. She was quick to reassure you, saying they were songs for beginners and that you surely would have no problem with them. You nodded and picked up a random one, hoping the lesson finish soon

The music began playing as you opened your mouth to mutter the words on your sheet. Your heart was pounding in your chest, sweat on your forehead was forming as you struggled to get the words out. You were most definitely embarrassing yourself, like there was something stopping you from properly singing

When the song ended, you looked away, pretending to stare at the clock even though you didn’t really care about what time it was, you just wanted to disappear

Haseul came behind you.  You didn’t turn around, far too shy to say anything. You felt ridiculous, and ridiculously nervous as well. Why was she so close to you all of a sudden? And why did she smell so good?

There was something weird in the air, the tension between you two was almost solid. You had tried to not let yourself be attracted but what were you supposed to do when she was so close to you, nearly kissing your neck as you could feel her breath caress your face

“You seem so tense darling, what’s the matter?” she asked in that sweet voice of hers

And that name, was she doing all of this on purpose? 

You didn’t know better than to not respond, so she spoke again

“Are you nervous?”

You turned around and admitted that yes, you were, and hated the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of someone

A spark in her eyes, she smiled at you. Taking your hands in hers, her face a few inches away from your face, she told you

“You know, someone like you shouldn’t worry. You have a natural talent when it comes to singing, that’s for sure, we just need to work on it together”

You nodded again, still unable to forget the stress you were feeling and the sweat in your hands

“Still nervous hm? I think I might have a way to make you feel better” she said, clearly staring at your lips. You hoped you were thinking the same thing as her as you closed your eyes.

You responded

“Go ahead then, I’m waiting” You didn’t know where that newfound confidence came from, but while it was there, you sure weren’t going to complain

Pecking your lips a few times before actually kissing you, she let her hands wander around you, bringing you closer to her. She made you feel so good, you were probably even more nervous than before, but that didn’t matter in the moment, all you could focus on was Haseul’s touch

Looking at your flushed face while pulling away, she admitted “You’re so beautiful darling, I know I shouldn’t be saying that, but I hope you’ll get to feel nervous again”

You laughed at her cheesy comment, even though your face was red, and your hair, a little messy, you must had to admit you felt way more comfortable than you did earlier

A few seconds passed before she took your face in her hands, declaring that you were a good singer, and that you were to do great

The music began, and this time, you let your voice out. For a moment, you forgot that embarrassment ever existed, as Haseul was smiling at you cheerfully, clearly proud of herself 

When the song ended, Haseul came close to you again, pressing her forehead against yours

“I told you you could do it” she pecked your lips again, “I’m proud of you” she told you, before asking you if she could kiss you once more, which you agreed to

Your father came to pick you up after your little session with Haseul. He asked you if you had enjoyed your lesson, or if you wangted to cancel the next ones. And you told him that you were going to consider what to do, even if, deep down, you knew very well what you were going to choose

You needed at least a few more kissing lessons

Hope is better than despair

With itzy’s yuna

Part 1 of two !!

word count : 1,3k

Warnings : a bit angsty im sorry :,(

One of my favorites again hehe^^

Your heart sank as snow began falling on the city’s roof, the holidays were approaching, and despite the cheerful atmosphere around you, you still didn’t feel that joy the way everyone else did, at least, not like you used to

Nostalgia is a vast concept, some people miss their parents’ house, miss playing around in the neighborhood, miss their teachers, miss the innocence of being a child, miss the spark they had in their eyes at that time;

And sometimes, there are people that miss others

You were one of these people, there was someone, probably the person you had ever been the closest to, that had deserted your life a couple years back, and strangely enough, it seemed as if time had stopped since then

You thought to yourself it was a foolish decision as you sat down to your kitchen table, a paper, and a pen in front of you. You had been telling yourself that for the entire week, since that idea had crossed your mind, you kept debating inside if it was incredibly stupid, or rather, something that could change your future greatly

Yuna and you were insepperable, since the very first moment you looked at each other, you instently clicked. There was something between the two of you that was beyond anyone’s else understandimg. Quite frankly, you didn,t need to grasp the concept of the connection you shared with her, as long as she was next to you, and that you were next to her, that’s all that mattered

You did everything together, going from accompanying her whenever she had detention, to pairing up for every single project, to throwing snowballs on the face of the other before heading inside freezing, to spending days cuddling and watching your favorite movies, there was not one of your lives where Yuna did not have a special place in it

And as you two grew up, your feelings evolved towards the other. It started with Yuna being even more protective than she usually was, wrapping her arms around you whenever someone thought it was a good idea to try and flirt with you. You started feeling warmer than you used to around her, feeling this strange urge to always be close to her. As time passed by, Yuna’s actions became more and more evident that you guys weren’t just friends, if it wasn’t for her constant teasing, nor her attempts at making you blush, it was certainly her kisses that she’d give you, claiming it was just “marking her territory so the others would know you’re hers”

It took a long while before you both had enough courage to confess to the other, trembling as she held you, you shared the most passionate kiss that night. It was so memorable that to this day, it is still vivid in your head

The months that followed were pure paradise, there was not a moment where you didn’t feel at ease with each other, it was the sweetest and purest relationship you had ever experienced

However, you had to let her go before you were ever ready to do so. Yuna’s parents had been talking about moving away for a few weeks by then, and they had finally taken their decision

That night was difficult, hard because you had both decided it would be best to not continue talking to the other, that the distance would be too hard, that it would be painful to not have each other to hold on to but than it was better than to hold on a glimpse of false hope

Yuna held you tight that night, she whispered many things to you, wished you the best life ever, and promised you that you would never be forgotten

As she head outside, out of your door, while you did your best to smile at her, wanting her to have a good last memory of you both being together

Your head was fuzzy, it was difficult to comprehend what was happening at that moment. Although you could barely see nor hear anything, due to feeling extremely drained, you thought for a second that she had said something,

Something like,

“The universe will send us back together, I promise you”

And you weren’t sure if your brain had just tricked you, or if truly, she had meant that

To this day, you still were unsure of those words, but a discobvery had made you change your mind. A few days ago, you had been called by your parents, as they wanted you to come home for the Holidays, and of ourse, you couldn’t refuse spending time with the people you most loved

After a few hours listening to your mother rant about stories you had already heard, your father had interrupted her, mentioning that he had found a box with a bunch of your old stuff. Excitedly enough, he had given you indications as to where it was located in the house

And now you were here, a few days later, with Yuna’s “new” address (at the time) in mind. While going through the box, you had found a little note, and you could almost immediately recognize her handwriting. You almost felt your heart explode when your eyes read the following : “My angel, I’m so scared my parents are going to make us move out sooner than they are supposed to. If they do, and you ever want to contact me, please know that my address will be…”

It was such a strange feeling as you realized what the paper was saying. If Yuna knew her address the entire time, and had purposely hid that in your stuff, why didn’t she just directly tell you where she lived ? Why didn’t she want to make things work ?

Firstly upset, you tried to ignore the flame you thought was gone a long time ago. Although you kept avoiding the subject and resisted the best you could, there was no other way than to face what you felt : you were still in love with her

So you began writing to her, maybe she wouldn’t open the letter, or wouldn’t even get it, but it didn’t matter, you felt as if not writing her today would mean loosing something far more important than anything else in your life

So you went ahead : 

Dear Yuna, 

I recognize that you might not remember me, and I would understand why

[…]

I hope you too, regret losing the other

[…]

May you be well 

[…]

If this ever gets to you, you are free to respond to me

[…]

Please know that you too, have never been forgotten

Yours truly,

Y/N

For once, you wanted to believe that the universe was on your side. You knew well enough that you could end up heartbroken, but the tiny bit of hope that was left was all you had, and it was better to accept it than to pretend the thought of a happy ending didn’t exist

Hope is better than despair

With Itzy's Yuna

Part 2 of two !!!

wordcount : about 1k

warnings : slightly rushed, didn't get time to revise it much sorry my loves :(

A few days passed as you did your best to not let that letter thing trouble your daily life too much. Although you had promised yourself to not let it affect you, it would be a lie if you were to say you didn’t feel a little weird. You were trying to act detached from it, but deep down, you knew you were waiting for Yuna’s response, and you couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like if she were to never reply back

Time passed as you checked your mailbox every morning, without missing any day, and yet, you were faced with more disappointment with each day passing by. The more you would check, the less hope you would have, and you didn’t know if it was right to still believe she was going to reply to you as it had already been two weeks your letter was sent

Of course, there was a possibility that she had just been busy or that she lived way further away than you thought, but somewhat, it’s like something inside of you wanted to assume she didn’t want anything to do with you. Perhaps was it because not holding on to far too thin hope was better for your sake?

Nevertheless, you still kept checking daily, even if the absence of any apparent letter made you feel dizzy and had your heart aching, you still wanted to believe, at least, for a little bit

One morning came, there was truly nothing special about it. No birds were singing outside the window, obviously, winter was way too cold for them. Your breakfast didn’t seem specially good either, same plain cereals with a bit of milk. And your clothes, it was a boring outfit, no real motivation came to you as you spent your days walking around the town of your childhood, as your parents were yet to be on vacation, waiting for them to come back home later on

There was nothing that made that day noticeable, same nostalgia, and same fear that your heart were to ache again

Although it seemed like it was the usual, something came up, and showed you that maybe the few hours that would follow would be rather different than you expected

Instead of going outside by yourself, you felt yourself get called outside. Something was bringing you there, a sound. The doorbell rang, once, twice. You stood up, and walked towards the door. It was probably one of the neighbours 

Except that when you opened the door, you quickly realized you hadn’t seen this person while walking around here. Tall, slim, black hair and those adorable eyes,

“Y/N !! I told you I’d come back !! Did my letter not reach you ???”, and that voice,

Yes, you knew who that was, 

You knew that you knew, but you felt like, unable to think properly, frozen by the situation

You suddenly felt arms around you. That’s when it clicked. Yuna, your lover, the person you couldn’t ever forget about, the person you had spent years dreaming about, the girl you had been upset with, the girl you wanted to kiss more than anyone, the girl who made you feel like there was still a spark here, the girl who made you, be you

She was here, it was… real?

“Yuna..?” you murmured, barely audibly 

Then, everything seemed blurry, you could tell there was someone talking to you but you couldn’t understand what was going on, just strange sounds wandering around your ears, as the landscape became a mass of confusing colours, before your vision turned to nothing but an absence of light

…

You slowly opened your eyes, you were still in the house, in the living room. You weren’t outside, and it didn’t feel cold like it did earlier. You felt warm, like wrapped in your blanket. There was no one in front of you, and no one at the door

You could still barely see anything, only focusing on the warmth you felt, since when had you slept so good?

Yuna’s presence in your dream seemed so real, you were such a fool

A few tears rolled down your cheeks, the realization that this product of your imagination would be the closest thing you’d get to ever seeing her again hurt

Your eyes opened more widely as you felt something warm on your cheek,

“Why are you crying my angel ?” and that voice again

You sat up and looked around, met with the smile you had missed dearly. Her hands on your face, she looked at you in the cutest way

“I missed you so much” she spoke again

Yuna held you against her as you felt your tears dry off almost imeediatly. You were so relieved to have her by your side again, just the single thought of being stuck in a dream again made you nauseous

“You collapsed in my arms earlier, have you not been getting sleep pretty ?” she asked you, worried

“I have I have ! I’ve just, I don’t know, since I have sent you that letter, I, well, it’s been an emotional rollercoaster, I missed you so much Yuna, I thought I’d have to life the rest of my life without you”

“You know me better than that silly ! How could I not respect my promise ? I have always loved you, and I still do, I love you even more actually !”

And just like that, just because it felt right, you kissed her, kissed her like it was your last moment together even though it was the beginning of an adventure, of the life you thought was impossible to ever arrive to,

You had done the right thing by believing rather than forgetting her

Cherry - Kang Taehyun

pair: i.c shop worker!kang taehyun x customer!femalereader

genre: idek, smut

summary: your friends have been trying to get you to go to this ice cream shop. Not for the ice cream for the worker and well you have to do a dare for missing girls night. Where does it lead you? The sweetest place on earth and you have to admit he's attractive.

warnings: small smut 'scene', use of "slut" once, cursing, p in v sex, lmk if theres more.

divider creds: @/yeomgyuu

★ starring: txts’ Beomgyu and Soobin as Terrys co-workers

Thighs spread out on the counter as your moans grow louder and your head bangs on the wall. “Fuck.. omg yes right there” you squeeze your eyes shut as he rams his hips into yours. “nghh oh baby” you scream out causing Taehyun to slap his hand over your mouth.

“You want Beomgyu and Soobin to hear what a slut you are?” he asks you, thrusting harder than before. You shake your head at him and whimper into his palm. “Are you close? Give it to me come on cum on my cock.”

“I’m cumming shit!” your orgasm hits you hard and Taehyun doesn’t cum too long after you.

How’d you even get into this situation? Well…

ding! the bell above the door chimes as you enter the ice cream shop. It’s cute the decorations are pastel and pink. Omg… maybe I should’ve come sooner you think while you wait in line.

Your friends have been recommending this place to you for a long time but not for the ice cream. It’s because of the person scooping the ice cream. They say that the guy who works here is ‘right up your alley’ whatever that means.

Now you would never go to an ice cream shop just for some guy that your friends think you’ll spend the rest of your life with. But you skipped girls' night and in exchange you must do a dare. Your friends quickly gave you the dare and now thinking about it they seemed happy that you missed girls' night.

So, here you are waiting to look at a guy who is- absolutely gorgeous what the fu-

“Hi! What can I get for you?” the guy with the pink hair enthusiastically speaks to you. His name tag says Taehyun… cute. “Oh, if you’re unsure we do samples too.”

“Hi, sorry what do you recommend?” you try not to stare at him, so you decide to play it safe and pretend you’re looking at the different varieties of ice cream.

“I really like Cherry.. it’s my favorite. So, I’d recommend that.” He tells you not taking his eyes off of you. “Okay! Sounds good I’ll have that.” you respond finally looking at his face again.

He nods before asking you “And would you like that in a cup or cone?” You grab your wallet to pay as you reply, “Cup please and thank you.” ‘It’s my pleasure’ he replies grabbing an ice cream scooper to scoop your ice cream.

You watch as he scoops the ice cream his hands are veiny and big. You wish that they were wrapped around your body. Oh, how you want him to run his fingers through your hair.

“And here you go I hope you enjoy it!” his bright smile returns as he holds the cup for you to grab it. “Thank you” your face heats up as you walk away to a table.

After some time, you decide to snap a pic of the dessert so your friends can see that you completed the dare. The group chat messages flood with questions asking if you think he’s cute. You laugh to yourself taking the last spoon of ice cream.

“Hey, did you like the ice cream?” You lift your head and see Taehyun eyeing you as you finish your last spoonful. He doesn’t take his eyes off of your mouth as his sits down across from you. “Mhm! It was really good thanks... for the recommendation.”

“Good I’m glad you liked it.. uhm well actually the shop’s closing but-” you cut him off “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry I’ll get going” you get up from the booth and bow. Terry grabs your wrist before you can walk away, and he gets up from where he was sitting.

“Actually I was going to say you could stay. While I close up I mean if you want and we could get to know more about each other. I’d like to know more about you..” He finishes his sentence slightly biting his lip.

Yes please. Oh my- I’d love to know much more about him. “Yeah.. Yeah I think I’d like to know more about you too.” you smile at him.

@enhypens-hoe 2023 - do not steal, copy or translate.

b.n.d. ugh👙 - sim jaeyun

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡𐙚 summary: Your neighbor who is still kind of new isn't so subtle about his glancing. He's attractive but he's a creep. Jake won't give up until you want him, good thing you don't want him... right?

pair: neighbor!jake x neighbor!femalereader

warnings: cursing, creepy/perv jake? (not a stalker just has a massive crush) smut, + more coming

★ starring: twices' Sana, staycs' Isa, newjeans' Hanni, lesserafims' Yunjin + more

series: 80’s love

"Are your eyes gonna fall out sim?" You yell out not even bothering to look behind you. You know the boy has been staring out of his window even before your friends got here. Your friends just laugh as you just continue to look at your magazine mostly unphased but a little annoyed.

Turning your head still sitting in your chair you see Jake walking away from his window. You huff looking back at the paper staring at it blankly before slamming the magazine shut.

“Your little boyfriend looked like he was going to rip our eyes out for looking at you in a bathing suit.” Sana laughs picking up a grape and popping it in her mouth. You roll your eyes shaking your head. “Don’t pay attention to Jake Sim he can’t keep his eyes to himself.” Hanni informs the girls.

“Yeah literally, you know how our bedroom windows are right across from each other?” mhm your friends say in unison “Well he and his friends were literally looking out of his window into mine while I was changing out of my gym clothes.” your friends collectively throw out some oh hell no and ouuu’s after you finish your sentence.

ring ring…. ring ring… ugh are my parents seriously calling again? you think to yourself jogging inside to pick up the phone. Isa turns up the music outside as Yunjin throws herself in the pool and Sana paints her toenails with Hanni.

What you don’t know is that Jake is watching your every move, biting his lip as your ass recoils while you jog inside.

“Hello?” you speak into the house phone. “Hey” wait no… this better not fucking be “Jake Sim? How did you get my number?” he just laughs playing with his phone cord.

“You know you’re such a fucking weirdo Jake. You don’t even hide how desperate you are.” you tell him trying to sound calm but inside you’re fuming. “Who said I was trying to hide it? Oh, and can you wear this bathing suit again? It makes your ass look really good. The one you wore yesterday covered too much” your jaw drops and before you can reply the line beeps letting you know that the brat hung up.

Slamming the phone back on the rack you walk outside, and all attention is turned to you. “Who was it? Why is your face red” Yunjin questions you popping her head out from the pool, goggles clinging to her wet hair. “It was nothing come on let's see who can swim the fastest” you quickly reply.

ugh Jake Sim is gonna be the death of you…

jazi’s note: hey guys so this teaser isn’t the best either but i hope it gets you excited for me to release this one-shot too!! reblogs, comments, and likes are very appreciated!!

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