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Neglected | One-Shot (Wonwoo, I.M)
Rating/genre: M18+, established relationship, friends to fucking; smut 💖, light angst, light fluff Pairings: Wonwoo x Reader(f), I.M/Changkyun x Reader(f) Warnings: Explicit smut, protected vaginal penetration, dom!Wonwoo, dom!Changkyun, sub!reader (not bratty), morally questionable actions, infidelity, getting caught, jealousy? (i don’t even think Wonwoo knows if he’s jealous lol), Changkyun is kind of a shit, not an angsty ending, biting, rough sex, titty slapping, a single spank, marking, spit kink, degradation, overstimulation, the boys get a bit aggressive but reader is wholly consenting to it all, the boys also sound kind of manipulative at times but it’s all part of the play, fingering, oral (f + m receiving), deep throating, face-fucking, choking, good crying, a safeword/action is mentioned but not used, praise kink, multiple orgasms (like A LOT), reader wears a bra and panties, pet names ‘baby’ ‘pretty girl’ ‘slut’ ‘whore’ ‘good girl’, referred to as a 'toy', two hot unemotional doms who are actually softies bc obvs Word Count: 10.2k Summary: Nobody needs to be lonely; just say the word and you won't be. Your boyfriend’s best friend will make sure of it.
A/N: Reader cheats at the beginning so if you’re not ok to read that then… don’t lol. It ends up not being a big deal but still.
A/N 2: The first Build-Your-Own-Orgy (BYOO) woohoo!!! Two peeps requested the same idols! Thank you @drunk-on-dk and @lenireads for participating - I really hope you both enjoy this! Your requests were very slightly different so I tried to do something that would accommodate you both. Pretty much you both just wanted to get fucked up so ahahaha here you go… I died writing this so please let me know if it had a similar effect on you :D
He’d had his eyes on you all evening, across the little stretch of beach or through the blaze of the bonfire. Over a friend’s shoulder that he was chatting away at him. And, obviously, the only reason you’d been noticing is because it was impossible to not be aware of him, not let your eyes search the crowd for him every time you got distracted for a few minutes.
It had always been like this with Changkyun – the little tingle on your skin when he was around from the electricity in the air. Even the first time you’d met him, not long after you and Wonwoo had gotten together for real. But it had been easier to ignore when you were all caught up in your new relationship, blissfully blind to anything that wasn’t Wonwoo’s perfect hands on you.
Now…
Now you were struggling to ignore your attraction to him more and more. It wasn’t anything serious – you loved Wonwoo after all. This was just pure sexual attraction that left you embarrassingly horny every time your friend group hung out and he was present. He just had this… thing? Something that you couldn’t explain. The way he looked at you.
The way he was looking at you now with slightly hooded eyes. A smoulder but way more uncaring and quietly (almost imperceptibly) cocky.
Ok, so, perhaps you had a type.
You’d been watching each other so much all night that you’d zoned out of a handful of conversations, being brought back to reality with pokes on your shoulder, escalating to light smacks on the head from your friends as they giggled.
“Hellooo? Birthday girl?? What the fuck are you looking at?”
You’d brushed it off time and time again, blaming it on the alcohol you’d ingested when really, you could only call yourself tipsy if that. Perhaps you would’ve been having a rowdier night yourself if your nerves weren’t so on edge. Or if your boyfriend was actually here.
It wasn’t late. Downing the rest of your drink, you slid your empty solo cup under the bottom of your friend's and squeezed her arm. “Gonna go call Woo. I’ll be back!”
Loud exclamations, mixed reactions, followed you as you trudged through the sand, finding the pathway in the dark thanks to the glint of the moon and the deck lights that had been left on up at the beach house.
The house was big but not enough for the whole group of you. People would have to sleep on the couch or on the floor with blankets as a sad make-shift mattress. Perhaps it was a good thing that Wonwoo couldn’t make it for the little getaway weekend. One less body to accommodate.
Brushing off your sandy feet half-assedly, you made your way inside, the sounds of blasting music and squeals of your friend group becoming muffled by the patio door shutting behind you. You leaned your weight forward on the island counter, legs dangling as you let it ring, your boyfriend’s contact name staring you in your deflating face as you slowly realized he wasn’t going to pick up. It was 9:30pm. Was he still working? Surely, he wasn’t already asleep.
A light knock startled you, the sound of the door cracking open filling the silence before you could even turn around to see who it was.
“Crying at your own party?” Changkyun’s expression was blank as he ducked inside, finally smirking only when you shot him a look.
“Not crying.” You swiped up your phone, locking it before slipping it back in your pocket. “Also, not technically my party.”
“Wang’s beach house. Still your party.”
You rolled your eyes slightly, the nervousness hitting you again as you leant back against the counter, palms pressing to it on either side of you.
Hands tucked casually in his pockets, he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. It wasn’t sexual; you’d seen him do it a hundred times out of habit. When he was waiting. When he was thinking. But it still made you gulp.
“Well, guess I should get back out there.”
“He didn’t pick up?”
You looked at him surprised for only a moment before letting out a tiny indignant sigh. “No… he didn’t.”
“Ahh,” he replied with a little nod as if everything made sense now.
You’d always found Changkyun kind of weird in that quiet, interesting kind of way. At first you’d thought he didn’t like you at all. Wonwoo had assured you that he did. Maybe a little too much. Apparently Wonwoo was incredibly good at reading both of you.
Thankfully, he’d found it all kind of funny, Changkyun being one of his closest friends and everything. It still amused him even now, occasionally teasing you by jokingly suggesting you bring a third into your sex life and questioning you who you would want it to be. Who you thought would agree.
It was all a set-up so he could pretend to get a little jealous when you would shyly answer with the obvious choice, taunt you relentlessly, then fuck the hell out of you.
Even if he did notice how wet it made you – god, you hoped he didn’t – Wonwoo couldn’t possibly understand just how much Changkyun actually got to you. Especially now that he had realized the effect he had on you and had developed the audacity to actually take advantage of it.
Not as much when Wonwoo was around. But on the rare occasion when the group hung out without him or if you saw each other while out, Changkyun had become shameless in how he looked at you, breaking his usual stoic facade to send you quick but overtly deliberate looks, usually involving a cocky raise of an eyebrow or two. It drove you mad.
Once or twice, he’d leaned in when no one was paying attention, whispering lowly in your ear, making your skin prickle – always something so vaguely suggestive that you couldn’t actually call it inappropriate even though you knew the whole situation was.
When he stepped closer now, your stomach jumped. Yes, inappropriate is what this would be if he came any closer.
The only reason you didn’t think he was purely messing with you was thanks to a text he’d sent a couple months ago.
CK: if you’re bored when wonwoo’s busy lmk
CK: we can chill
Not incriminating on its own. But you’d never told Wonwoo about the offer. And you’d never taken him up on it, finding a way to deflect instead, make it sound like you were just as busy. But you weren’t.
He was a foot away, hands in his pockets, just stood in front of you casually in the still darkness of the kitchen. His head tilted down, his gaze meeting yours, and he did it once again: the eyebrow raise. Like it was a question. A request? A challenge?
It was intimidating and careless and so fucking hot. You wanted to punch him.
“What?” dropped from you, a bit abrasive.
“Why so cranky?” he asked, brows furrowing now as if he was actually asking. He wasn’t.
“My boyfriend ditched me for work,” you played along, head tilting to the side, jaw setting as you tried not to waver.
“On your birthday…” he added with a little wince of feigned sympathy, the whole thing meant to just rub it in more. “That’s shitty.”
You took in a little breath, working so hard to not let your gaze fall to the span of his broad shoulders, the hills of his firm chest beneath that thin t-shirt. “Kind of, yeah.”
He nodded, his gaze trailing down your body then back up. By the time he was meeting your eyes again, he was stepping forward once more, his hands coming to press against the counter on either side of yours. God, he always smelt so fucking good.
“Kyun.” You turned your head as you spoke quietly, inadvertently inviting him closer when you were just trying to avoid his gorgeous face. The awful buzzing inside of you was getting stronger.
“Hm?”
“What are you doing?”
“Mm, nothing.” His lips brushed your neck like a feather, tickling and making you jump the tiniest bit. “Damn, how long’s it been since he’s touched you?” he said through a smirk before pressing them to you again, this time more firmly, sending a different kind of shock through you.
A tiny sigh left your lips before you forced yourself to morph it into words: “We can not do this.”
“You want to.”
That one caught you. It was useless to deny it, but admitting it to him felt criminal.
“You’ve been neglected… I can help,” he whispered against your skin, each word penetrating a little deeper. “Maybe Wonwoo will thank me.”
“I don’t think he will,” you whispered back, practically delirious as he reached your jaw, his nose ending up in your hair.
“You never know.”
“He’s just busy… We’re– we’re good.”
“I’m not saying you’re not.”
How could someone be so aggravating and so sensual at the same time?
“Just wanna make you feel good on your birthday,” he said then he was tilting his head to yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth and pausing a moment before pulling slightly, enough to make you moan pathetically.
Shit.
Tugged by his current, you connected your mouths, your hands floating up to hold his jaw.
He was closer now, pressing you right up against the counter, his arms wrapping around your back. The deeper the kiss, mouths widening to taste the alcohol on him, the more your inhibitions dissolved. Maybe you were more mad at Wonwoo for bailing than you thought you were. Or maybe he really wouldn’t mind all that much. You could lie to yourself, at least for a few seconds.
“Think I know how too. Did you know your boyfriend kisses and tells?” he breathed before kissing you again, concealing your surprise.
You pushed him back but only just enough, not really wanting him to go too far. “What?”
The hazy look in his eye was too much, his head tilting to look at you, gaze dancing over your face, down to your lips.
“What does that even mean? You guys talk about me?” Your heart was thrumming harder now, in nervousness, in excitement. Sure, you’d figured Wonwoo had bugged Changkyun about his attraction to you about as much as he’d bugged you about yours. But the look on his face was insinuating something else.
“Mhm,” he sounded out, moving for your lips again as if unable to stay away. “Told me about all the dirty shit you like.”
Your insides twisted, that unsettling feeling in your stomach emanating through you. What the fuck, Wonwoo?
“That you’re just a little whore for him,” he muttered, before taking your lip between his teeth again and biting a bit harder, releasing a second later to drag the tip of his tongue along it.
All of it sent a shot to your core, your face flaming with heat. “He shouldn’t be telling you stuff,” you replied stubbornly, even as your hands gripped into the front of his shirt and his moved to settle on your hips.
“Told me we’d probably have fun together.”
“He did not say that,” you pulled back once more to narrow your eyes at him.
He smiled smugly, apparently enjoying your reaction. “Maybe he did.”
“God, stop being such a fucking liar,” you urged before directing his mouth back to yours, his body coming with it and pressing all along your front. You had daydreamed too many disgusting times about his body pressed to yours like this to not groan at the feeling.
“Mm– not lying–” he spoke against your kiss, mouth tipping open wider to brush his wet tongue against yours, caressing it as one hand slid up your body, landing warmly on the side of your neck. Breathing a little heavier, he hovered an inch away. “He’s one of my best friends. You don’t think we talk?”
“He’s one of your best friends and you’re doing this–”
He interrupted you, licking into your mouth again as he caught your chin, distracting you with the firmness of his touches.
You were hot all over now, especially between your legs where the thrill of all of this had sunk into you despite you knowing how wrong it was. It wasn’t even a lie you were telling yourself; you truly did love Wonwoo. But you’d joked about this with him so many times now that some of the guilt over the idea had seemed to have rubbed away.
Why didn’t it feel that bad? It should feel bad. It didn’t. It felt so fucking good to kiss him, to have his one hand gripping your hip while the other held your jaw firmly, unable to move away.
When the two of you separated again, it was on his timing, you lingering in his hold, breathless with red bitten lips, peering up at him.
“Which one’s your bed?” he asked quietly with a subtle nod to the hallway.
“Is this just a ploy so you don’t have to sleep on the floor?” you muttered, trying to turn your face to look away but he wouldn’t let you, making you watch the slightly intimidating look he shot you, making it clear he was expecting a real answer.
“The master bedroom. But Sam and Kai are sleeping with me so…”
He was already walking away, catching your wrist and tugging you with him, not that you put up any resistance, following him and taking the moment unwatched to swallow the lump in your throat.
“Kyun,” you said worriedly once the bedroom door was closed behind you but your hands were already moving up his chest, feeling the hard muscle covering him, your feet moving with him as he backed up towards the bed. “Seriously, what are we doing?”
“Do you want this or no?” he asked, dipping his head down to kiss at your neck as his hands found their way under your shirt.
“You know that doesn’t matter.”
“I don’t like seeing you lonely.”
“That’s what this is about?” you whispered, knowing full-well that that was not the truth.
“I also really want to make you come. Over and over until you’re crying.”
Your jaw tipped open, head tilting involuntarily back as he sucked on your neck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He sounded like Wonwoo. He sounded like Wonwoo when he had time for you, when he wasn’t working all the time.
He licked over the same spot, leaving a swipe of spit all the way up. It was dirty; it made you physically shiver. “You want that? Want to cry on my cock, Y/N?”
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, wetness seeping into your panties at the thought, his tone of voice, the way he was scratching lightly along your back. “Wonwoo will kill us.”
“He won’t care,” he replied quickly, devoid of emotion, lifting away a moment to be able to pull your shirt over your head with your full cooperation before adding: “Ok, maybe a little.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“You can beg for his forgiveness. On your knees.”
Oh god, you were so wet. It was uncomfortable at this point.
“I’m sure it’ll work.” With that, he kissed you once more, drawing you to him.
Your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you deepened the kiss, humming into it, addicted to the feeling of him.
He sat back onto the bed, taking you with him, your legs splaying to straddle him as his hands caressed down over your ass before landing a sharp slap on one cheek. Even through the denim, you could feel the sting of it, reacting with a groan into his mouth.
“What the fuck?”
Separating your lips abruptly, you recognized Wonwoo’s voice in an instant, your heart beginning to thud heavily. It was lodged up in your throat. Like you couldn’t breathe. He was here?
When you looked at the doorway, he tossed his overnight bag to the ground, staring the both of you down.
There were no words to say. It was exactly what it looked like. You had meant to.
“Fuck, Wonwoo–…” you breathed out, scrunching your face up in shame before you could even think to move from where you were propped up over Changkyun – who hadn’t even been smart enough to take his hands off your ass.
He closed the door roughly. “Well, happy fucking birthday to you, huh?” he spat out too quietly before setting his jaw once again, the muscle clearly tensing even from feet away.
“I’m sorry, I–...” you started before once again finding yourself lost for words, letting out a gust of wasted air as your head dropped down between your shoulders in defeat.
When you went to move, he was already behind you, his touch forcing you to fall to the side instead, onto the mattress beside his best friend, catching you off guard; he was normally only ever physical with you during sex. He’d never laid a hand on you otherwise.
“I thought you were fucking kidding,” he said, now directed at Changkyun and making you blink up at him in confusion.
You felt cold all over, the dread of what this would mean seeping into you despite how fast your heart was pumping the blood through your body.
“I said it seriously,” Changkyun said before shrugging – fucking shrugging – where he was now propped, his hands splayed out behind him holding him up. “Not my fault if you didn’t believe me.”
“Fuck you,” Wonwoo scoffed but it had a tinge of a laugh in it.
“Wait– what?” you asked, glancing between the two of them in confused panic.
“She just wants to be touched, man,” Changkyun said then, switching his attention to you as he leaned over onto one elbow, crossing his free arm to graze along your side.
And just as his words promised, you inhaled audibly at the touch, at the intimacy of his fingertips trailing towards your hip bone, the top of your jeans.
“No shit,” Wonwoo said sharply, bringing a hand up to run through his hair, one stubborn strand falling right back down onto his forehead. But then he didn’t say anything else, didn’t even make a move to stop his friend. He just watched as Changkyun’s thumb dipped under the waistband on your jeans and slid towards the button.
You gulped. Your body was incredibly confused, goosebumps popping up across your skin but no part of you was clear on the exact cause. Because Changkyun still looked hazily drunk on you, and Wonwoo was attempting to process everything at warp speed, his breathing seeming to calm even as his tongue pushed harshly into his cheek.
And then there was you, laid back on the bed, caught looking between them.
He popped the button, turning his head to look at Wonwoo as his fingers found the zipper and slid it down. “I think she’s nice and wet for us,” he said so simply, looking down right at the moment that Wonwoo’s eyebrows pushed up.
To be fair, he must’ve been longing for it too. It had been weeks since the two of you had fucked. You couldn’t be the only one feeling deprived.
His gaze hopped from Changkyun’s face to his hand to your face. “Baby,” he said firmly.
“I… I know,” you said nervously but still making no move to stop his friend. You didn’t want him to stop. But you had to keep your head, at least a little bit. “Should we– go talk?”
Changkyun paused where his hand was dipping inside your jeans, dangerously close to pulling a moan from you, to look up at Wonwoo for his reply.
“Talk about what?” He came close leaning over your legs, hands dipping into the mattress on either side of your thighs, to raise an eyebrow at you. “How you were about to sleep with my best friend? Behind my back?”
“I would’ve told you,” you said in a small voice.
Wonwoo licked at the corner of his mouth, staring you down. Why did it feel like his anger was more for show than anything? Why hadn’t he tossed Changkyun out of the fucking room yet?
The hand in your pants moved lower, finding the wet spot and pulling a soft inhale from you despite you trying to hide it, your lips pushing together.
“If you guys are actually going to fuck around on me, at least have the decency to include me,” he said finally, reaching for the top of your jeans to roughly pull them down and straight off, tossing them behind him onto the floor.
Beside you, the corner of Changkyun’s mouth quirked up.
What the fuck. The threesome thing has been a joke. A joke. Every time.
“Wait, what?” you asked, brows drawn together so dramatically, your eyeballs about to pop out of your head. For a second, you completely forgot about Changkyun’s fingers teasing over the crotch of your panties. “Aren’t you… mad?”
He didn’t respond, not even looking at you as he leaned back over you and bit at the top of your breast while his hands went underneath to unclasp your bra.
Reflexively, your hands tangled in his hair, a gasp coming out at the sudden knick to your skin just as Changkyun started to slowly rub in circles, making a bigger mess of the cotton fabric. Still, you pressed your head into the bed and arched up, making it easier for Wonwoo to fling the bra across the room as well.
“Do you want me to be mad?” He caught your nipple lightly between his teeth, finally tilting his head up slightly to look at you.
“I– I, I…” you stuttered out, startled by the feeling and just everything going on at once. With another breath you finally managed a flustered: “I just don’t want you to stop.”
“Oh, I’m not gonna stop.” He sucked the nipple into his mouth harshly, pulling a pained moan from you, the intensity on your touch-starved body hurting so good.
“You are fucking soaked,” came from beside you, Changkyun’s voice shaking you somehow more than his hand between your legs.
“I…” you went to speak again but there was nothing to say, a pant leaving your lips as Wonwoo continued to roughly tongue at your nipple, his other hand pinching and squeezing with similar vigour.
Then Changkyun pressed harder. Right on your clit.
“Ah, fuck.” Your hips bucked up, immediately beginning to grind against his hand. He was right; you could feel that you were so wet already. It was fucking ridiculous.
“It turns you on, baby?” Wonwoo paused only a second as he switched to your other breast, taunting you once more before enveloping your hard nipple with his mouth. “The idea of fucking my best friend in front of me?”
Changkyun scooted his body closer, eyes trailing up and down yours as his fingers continued their motion. It felt too good for what it was – as if your nerve endings were on fire. Because there was no way that a bit of rubbing over your panties would normally have you reacting like this.
You let out a little whimper before the words came. “You– you know the answer to that.”
“Can't believe you told him you wanted to fuck me,” Changkyun said in his low tone, piercing eyes finally connecting with yours. God, he looked so fucking hot, you couldn’t stop the way your teeth bit at your lip.
Wonwoo had started kissing down your torso, sucking harsh marks into the roundness of your breasts, the skin along your rib cage, tongue trailing down to your tummy.
“Fantasizing about your boyfriend's friend?” Changkyun continued, "Not good, Y/N."
Another whimper as you shut your eyes tight, this time more out of embarrassment than anything. “Couldn't help it.”
“Fuck, you are a little slut,” he mumbled, letting his head fall to your neck, his nose followed by his lips grazing along your jaw line. Then he was biting at your ear lobe, redirecting pain signals up before Wonwoo dragged them right back down again, a dark red spit-covered mark now emblazoned on your hip bone.
“Is that right? Are you my little slut?” Not even bothering to tell him to move his hand, Wonwoo just pulled the panties off with force, allowing Changkyun’s long fingers to press directly into your wetness, an audible squelching sound reaching all of your ears.
You moaned at the direct contact, back arching up as you reached out to grab onto Changkyun who was fixated on the sight of your bare core.
“Hmm? Are you my little slut, baby?” Wonwoo asked again as he crawled back up, pushing your legs apart until they were bent back, leaving you fully on display to both of them.
When you still didn’t answer, too distracted by the slippery circles being painted over your clit, he slapped the side of one of your breasts, just hard enough for it to grab your attention, following up with a pinch to both nipples. “Hm?”
“Fuck. Yes– sorry, yes. I am,” you spluttered out, clenching around nothing, more arousal undoubtedly leaking out of you as it always did when Wonwoo got rough with you or was mean to you in any capacity. Which was, fortunately, a lot of the time. Your sexual compatibility was insane – it was part of the reason why you ended up feeling so ravenous when he was too busy to be intimate with you for a week or two. You craved it.
“And you’re going to do everything I say? Be a good little girl?” He leaned down a bit to come face to face with your pussy, dangling his perfect mouth right in front of you.
You nodded, peering down at him where he had you pinned firmly with his hands on the back of your thighs, and watched as he gathered spit in his mouth then let it drop directly onto your hole. You could feel it, trickling down your folds to your ass and probably onto the sheets beneath you. It just made you moan more.
“Gotta prove to me that you can be good. Because that’s pretty fucking hard to believe right now, Y/N.”
“I can do that,” you said softly, slipping into obedient submission even faster than normal – thanks to circumstances.
He looked up at the room for a split second before focusing back on you and the desperate frown between your eyebrows. “You do everything I say. No fucking complaining, ok?”
You gave him another tiny yet fervent nod, eager for him to continue, for something, anything. Whatever he would give you.
“Ok,” he said, seemingly satisfied before he was tapping the side of your ass. “Turn.”
You did so quickly, watching him with wide eyes as he guided you where he wanted: your head half-hanging off the edge while Changkyun adjusted with you, ending up between your parted legs.
Right away, your friend was leaning over you, back to teasing your slick folds, making you shiver as you watched him. “This pretty pussy,” Changkyun groaned as he spread it open to two fingers, voice still quiet and relatively monotone even as he expressed his appreciation. “How does he fit in this tiny little cunt?”
The words made you clench, tightening more around the fingertips prodding at your entrance.
Wonwoo stood by your head. His clothes had come off quickly, his gorgeous dick hanging hard in front of your face when your head fell back to look upside down at him. “We make it fit. Right, baby?” he said too sweetly before grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Open.”
Your tongue was already out before he could even finish the word, lips wrapping around the thick head of his cock as he sunk into your mouth.
Barely giving you a second, he pushed in farther, his other hand coming to the side of your head as well to hold it in place.
At the same time, Changkyun was slowly sliding a finger into your warmth, your walls spasming around him. “Fuck,” he groaned low in his throat. “Just wants to be filled so bad.”
Your whine vibrated around Wonwoo’s cock, turning into a gag as he stuffed it down into your throat. Already wetness was springing to your eyes at the feeling of the hard intrusion, your hands jumping to rest on the sides of his thighs though you did nothing to try to stop his movements. All you wanted was for him to use you like he hadn’t done in weeks.
“Poor neglected pussy. Sucking me in,” Changkyun said and you could hear the exaggerated pout in his voice. “Wonwoo doesn’t pay enough attention to you.”
The fact that it was obvious that he was talking about your pussy over talking about you just made you whine more, the pathetic sound getting louder when he slipped in another finger, pushing them in deep until his knuckles were pressed right up against you.
Wonwoo had started fucking into your mouth, slow but not slow enough for you to mistake him for being gentle. No, he clearly didn’t care about making you comfortable, pushing it in deep until you were gagging all over again before pulling out to let you breathe a moment, letting the strings of spit hang from his dick.
You kept your mouth open, ready to receive him over and over again, even when your jaw started to ache a bit, wide eyes brimming with tears, staring up at him each time he pulled back enough for you to be able to see him.
“Good girl. Love it when you listen to me,” he groaned, finally letting you hear a bit of the satisfaction in his voice, the mix of the physical pleasure with the control he had over you.
A proud hum bubbled out of you, the praise sending an actual tingle across your skin and making you clench once more.
Changkyun started fucking into you a little harder, making you a little more crazy. But you weren’t sure how much farther you could go. It felt like they’d barely done anything to you and you were already about to crumple.
Wonwoo’s hands slid down from the sides of your head to your neck, thumbs crossing over to lightly choke you as he fucked into your throat a little quicker, using shallower thrusts to feel the way his length moved under his palms. He’d fucked you liked this before; only a handful of times but he always came so hard when he did, entranced by the feeling of his thick cock causing a protrusion in your throat.
It was hard on you though, taking him this way while simultaneously having Changkyun pumping into you. You couldn’t writhe and moan in the way you needed to. But you were being good – whatever Wonwoo wanted. Whatever they wanted.
Feeling him hard and leaking in your throat was enough to kill you, especially when he would look down at you when he pulled out, jaw dropped open as he took in your messy appearance. Even with the face he put on when he was dominating you, he could never fully hide the way you drove him crazy.
Cursing between breaths, your eyes locked with Wonwoo’s as Changkyun fucked into you harder, wrapping an arm around you to hold your hips down, and hooking his fingers in a way that had you crying out nonsensically.
“You’re such a fucking mess, baby. You like his fingers that much?” He rubbed his tip over your tongue that was once again obediently awaiting him, before pulling back. “Or you just like being used this much?” He smirked at your fucked-out nod, your eyes falling shut as the next moan was shook from you.
“Gonna come? Can’t even keep still,” you heard Changkyun chastise, leaning more weight onto the hand he had pinned across your body.
It put pressure on your lower stomach, making everything more intense, the drag of his fingers overwhelming as you tightened around him. Wonwoo’s grip on your throat tightened too and before you knew it, you were coming, practically gushing around Changkyun’s fingers as you cried out, zero perception of how loud you were being, your hands flying to yank on the sheets on either side of you.
“Good girl,” one of them said, so low you could practically feel it, but in your haze their deep voices were interchangeable.
You were still wiggling under Changyun’s hold, taking his unrelenting ministrations, still shivering in pleasure, still disoriented, when you felt Wonwoo’s hand move to your jaw, a brief warning before his dick was pressing at your lips, opening them easily to push in again.
“Keep going. Being such a good little toy now.” He was being nice, using your lips that you were suctioning as best you could, using your tongue that you were trying to remember to work, guiding himself not too deep into you over and over until he too was moaning.
When you came down to earth and the fingers in your pussy became too much, you reached for your friend’s hand, grabbing at his wrist blindly. But he just pushed you away, holding your wrist tightly to your tummy as he continued his pace, not even bothering to slow down to give you a chance to recover.
You moaned out your disagreement, slight alarm even, at the intense feeling but it was like it barely met his ears, muffled by Wonwoo sliding into your mouth again and cooing at you that you could take it.
He knew you could; he knew you so well. He’d pushed you far. He also knew that you would tap his leg three times if you really needed them to stop. Had that been something he’d told Changkyun too?
When you heard a sharp pftoo, it was followed by another glob hitting your clit. He pulled his fingers out for a moment to collect the extra lubrication before pushing them in again, now with three instead of two, flipping to be palm up.
“Ahh,” you gasped out around the cock in your mouth, quickly losing your mind to the point where you could barely do your job anymore. No, now you really were just a hole for Wonwoo to use, fucking himself into your mouth as every muscle in your body contracted, a sudden pressure so strong at the way Changkyun’s perfect fingers were back to abusing your g-spot.
Once again, you could hear the wetness of your orgasm, his fingers pumping in and out at lightning speed as he drew out your euphoria. The pleasure shot out from your core, to your fingertips, to your tiptoes. All you could do was sob around Wonwoo’s cock as he came too, one hand bracing gently on your chest as the other jerked himself through it, keeping just the tip between your lips.
“Fucking– ughhh,” he groaned, the thick cum hitting your tongue and being quickly swallowed down in your effort not to choke. When he was done, he pulled away, the final dribbles of his release getting smeared on your cheek before he was wiping it up with a finger to push into your mouth.
Finally, Changkyun was slowing his movements but you were still shuddering, attempting to babble at him that it was enough.
“You wanted him so bad. You’re gonna take whatever he gives you. I know you can take a lot, baby.”
The words didn’t really sink in. Your eyes were still closed, your body finally able to relax down into the mattress now that Changkyun had stopped moving his hand, seemingly adjusting himself on the bed from the way it was dipping.
Suddenly, you were overwhelmed with the wet warmth of a tongue enveloping your clit, swiping over it in broad strokes, and you could feel his fingers pressing against your front wall rhythmically. He couldn’t really be trying to get you to come again, could he?
“Ah, god. It’s– it’s too much–”
But then, just when you felt like you were going to have to push him away, the surge of pleasure was hitting you. He was pulling against the inside of you just right, mixing it with the suction on your clit, making you moan desperately for him again, your fingers tangling in his hair for grounding.
“Fuck! Kyun–” Your words were strangled, messy, completely involuntary. “Oh my god, I’m coming again, I’m coming, I’m coming–” you rambled, turning it into a whiny sob when you started to run out of breath. You couldn’t help the way you were rolling your hips up against his face, your back arching off the bed and your hand still gripping tightly in place so he wouldn’t dare stop – not until your third high had run its course.
It was only once you’d collapsed into jelly that he backed off, removing his fingers and leaving you with one final lick of your arousal, gathering it on his tongue and swallowing it down as you lifted your head to stare down at him in disbelief.
Now you were truly a mess, eyes still watery around the edges and your chest heaving from the exertion simply from coming that hard.
He smirked, licking at his fingers as he sat up onto his knees, letting you get a good look at the large tent in his pants. Fuuuck.
But you were so fucking spent already. “I can’t, I can’t,” you whispered with a shake of your head.
“He knows what he’s doing, baby.”
“Yeah, clearly,” you said under your breath but they both heard you because Changkyun let out a sexy little chuckle and Wonwoo was smirking at you as he came back over from where his bag sat, chucking a condom onto the sheets beside you.
“Remember when you said you were going to do everything I say? That means taking everything that we’re giving you, pretty girl.” He climbed on the bed as Changkyun climbed off to undress. “I’m being so nice right now. So you don’t get to fight it.”
“I… I already came three times,” you said exasperated but your voice was soft, hoping it would help you attain the pity you were looking for.
“So?” he asked uncaringly, pushing his eyebrows up at you and shrugging. Well, clearly this wasn’t going to go in your favour.
“So... it’s a lot…” you said even more pathetically, sitting up shakily and reaching out for him to come closer.
He did so immediately, helping you so you were both kneeling on the bed, your hands slipping over the defined muscles of his abdomen. “Yeah, but I don’t care.” It came out so patronizingly sweet, the chosen words in complete contradiction to his tone and the way he was gently holding you steady in front of him.
Crazily, it sent a wave of arousal through you, straight to your swollen, sensitive cunt, forcing out a little frustrated whimper from you.
“My needy little slut wants a cock so bad that she’s willing to fuck my best friend. But now that she gets it, it’s too much. Is that right? Is it too much, baby?” he carried on, now in a much more commanding tone, looking over to Changkyun who had settled near the two of you on the bed, then back to you.
Your chin tipped up, asking for a kiss as you tried to tug him closer.
“Answer the question, baby.”
“No…” you said through a pout.
“No, what?”
“It’s not too much.”
He took hold of your jaw. “So, you’re going to be good?”
Your tongue wet your lips as you nodded in his grip. “Can I have a kiss, baby? Please?”
“Open,” was all he said then you were doing so, sticking out your tongue for him once again so he could spit on it forcefully. He waited a moment, admiring you and your puppy dog eyes, mouth wide open like a good little girl, before he closed it with a press of his fingers under your chin and instructed you to swallow.
As soon as you had done so, he was pulling you into a deep kiss, the feeling a shattering relief in your system. He was familiar; he was home. Even when he was treating you like this because he knew you loved it, he was your ultimate comfort. With a hum of satisfaction, you kissed him back eagerly, hands wrapping around the sides of his neck as you pushed your body flush with his.
“Take his dick and don’t complain,” he said when he pulled back, pushing you softly away from him and towards his friend who was now tearing open the condom with his teeth.
“You sure, man?” Changkyun asked casually as he slid it on. It was the first moment you actually took in his dick and how big it was. How it rivalled Wonwoo in length and girth. And how it was about to ruin you.
“Do whatever you want. She wants to get used? Use her.”
Again, you found yourself gulping, your heart speeding up at the mean words. You wanted it so bad but Changkyun made you nervous. Clearly he was relentless in the same way your boyfriend was. And yes, you trusted him as a friend. But this was all new.
“How do you want it?” he asked you, catching you off guard as you came closer, taking in the gorgeous lines of his built physique. Before you could answer, a hand was sliding up your neck so he could take hold of your hair and use it to turn your face up towards him and his apathetic eyes. “Hmm?”
How had you ended up in bed with someone even colder than your boyfriend? Fuck, you liked it so much. The thought distracted you, keeping you from answering.
“Fine. I’ll choose,” he said, letting go of his hold so he could spin you around, a hand coming down on your back to push you onto your hands and knees.
Even with how spent you were from the previous orgasms, your knees quickly spread a little wider as you lowered yourself onto your forearms, presenting yourself as if you were the birthday gift.
“Such a pathetic little slut. Just wanted to get fucked so bad,” Changkyun taunted as his hand caressed your ass cheek, pulling you open for him as he directed his cock to rub over your slick lips.
“God,” you sighed out a moan, swaying back in search of more.
“You just love being talked down to, don’t you?” he said amusedly as he leaned over your back and pushed down on the back of your neck, retreating his length away from you. “Fuck…”
Right away you were whining, not prepared for him to tease after how the night had gone so far. Normally Wonwoo teased you so much, made sure you were capable of being a patient good girl for him. Tonight, you’d been spoiled.
“I told you. She fucking loves it.”
Your head turned to look at Wonwoo as you tried to comprehend his words. But as much as you wanted to say something, present your disdain for your sex life being shared so openly, deep down you just found it hot. Because it was him and Changkyun. And the idea of them talking about you like that made you feel strangely powerful, filling both of their minds in such a way.
And, there was the fact that you were so thoroughly in a submissive headspace. You couldn’t talk back to Wonwoo if you tried.
“Arch your back for me,” came next and you did just that, pressing your chest to the bed and lifting as best you could for Changkyun’s hands to caress the globes of your ass.
“I told you, she’s perfect,” Wonwoo spoke up, settling beside you so you could see him where you had your head turned.
Changkyun chuckled. “You did say that. Many times.” His tip was teasing at your hole again, dipping inside marginally before brushing over your clit to make you jerk slightly. “You didn’t know that, baby, did you? That your boyfriend tells me about how perfect your pussy is all the time?”
When you turned slightly to look up at him, Wonwoo was watching your reaction unworried, hand reaching out to stroke your hair. “I only say good things, I promise.”
Your brows pulled into a wince, your body reacting more to the sensations than to any big revelations going on. At this point, you really didn’t care. You just needed him inside of you. Why was he still not inside of you? “Please. Feel so empty,” you whined softly.
Changkyun cursed under his breath, pushing into you a little before pulling back. “That was so cute, it almost worked.”
Everything he said was making your stomach flip but the word ‘cute’ coming from his lips to describe you was doing even more. “Please, please,” you whispered out a few more times, using your last few brain cells in the best way you could imagine.
He groaned again, gripping harder where his hands sat on your hips. Wonwoo laughed at him and you almost smiled.
“Changkyun-ah…” you breathed. “Want you please.”
“That’s how she gets you.”
“Such a good girl. Asking so nicely,” Changkyun praised as he pushed in again, this time granting you a few rock-hard inches.
“Oh my god,” you choked out, your body tipping forward a bit, retreating from the intense stretch.
“Nuh-uh-uh-” Wonwoo sounded, leaning forward to place a firm hand on your back – a clear direct that you were to stay in place.
“Be good,” Changkyun said firmly at the same time.
With that, you did so as best you could, face smushing into the mattress as you stayed still, hands scrunched up in the sheets, taking everything he gave you as he slid in further.
“Fuck, good fucking girl.” Now, Changkyun was even more talkative, words slipping out effortlessly at the feel of you. “How are you so tight around me still? Did you not already come three times? What the fuck?”
Your reply was simply a wavering moan as he bottomed out in you, his hands pulling your hips back against his pelvis until he was pressed in as far as he could possibly go. “I–” you squeaked out before stopping yourself.
“Don’t say it’s too much, baby. I won’t be happy with you.”
“But–” you started to say but you shut yourself up when Changkyun started to move, pulling out almost all the way before sinking back into your sensitive warmth.
“But what?” he asked from behind you, sliding in again and again until you couldn’t even process either of them speaking to you. It felt so fucking good after him making you wait, your perpetual arousal making him slip in a little easier and allowing that squelching sound a reappearance. "You can take it."
It was practically unfair how easy it was for both of them to get you like this. Changkyun knew how to fuck you as if he’d done it a hundred times.
He’d barely been pumping into you for two minutes before you were already on the brink, endless pathetic sounds coming from you as you took him deep, any discomfort from the rough handling earlier disappearing as your cunt pulsed around him.
Wonwoo was laid beside you now, whispering more dirty shit into your ear as his fingers tucked into your hair once again – they’d talked about you so much, about how much Changkyun would enjoy ruining you too, about how you thrived on being dominated… It was no wonder that he would always look at you the way he did; he’d already fucked you in his head a thousand times over.
Breathy moans fell from you with each word. It was too good. Wonwoo knew just how to talk to have you clenching around his friend’s cock so hard that it almost hurt, making more tears spring to your eyes.
Changkyun cursed behind you, fucking you even harder at the sound of your whimpers. “She’s gripping me so tight, Jesus Christ,” he groaned out with effort.
When Wonwoo pulled back to be able to slip two fingers into your mouth, you knew – and he knew too – you were about to be done for. Because as soon as you were done dutifully sucking them, coating them in your spit, he was reaching under you and finding your clit to rub in quick circles.
You gasped but nothing else came out as you came hard for both of them, jaw dropped open as you pressed your forehead down into the mattress, holding tightly to whatever you could.
While Wonwoo’s hand worked furiously, Changkyun just fucked you harder, low moans coming out of him at the feeling of your walls spasming around his length.
“Good girl… Coming so good for us,” Wonwoo praised. “You like my friend’s cock? Just needed a dick? Any dick to get off on?”
You were still in another world but you felt yourself shake your head as if it was someone else.
“No, that’s right. I know you wanted his. Is it as good as you thought, baby?” he asked, the taunting tone so evident in his voice. “Is it better than mine? Or is mine still the best you’ve ever had?”
You knew you shouldn’t answer. You couldn’t talk anyway, not with the way they were both carrying on, not giving you a spare second for your body to come down and reset. No, Changkyun was still rolling into you, not as hard but still sliding in steadily while Wonwoo fondled your clit between his fingers.
Your body writhed but it wasn’t sure whether to go towards the stimulation or away. When you finally could speak, all you could get out was a tired: “Oh my god.”
“I know, baby, I know.” So condescending that it thrilled you all over again. “But Changkyun-ah’s not done.”
You whimpered, the sensations grating on you now, despite them not being painful. Still, Wonwoo’s fingers were doing wonders to soothe, swirling over your clit just right, until you were melting into the bed.
“Come here,” he said suddenly, helping you to lift your head and turn it to kiss him. It set you alight again; something you would never get tired of, Wonwoo’s soft lips moving over yours so tenderly.
When you moaned into the kiss at the brush of his tongue, you tightened once again, pulling more sounds from the man behind you.
“One more. Come for me once more, Y/N-ah, then I’ll come for you.”
You could hear the strain in his husky voice but he still sounded far too held together for everything that was going on. Apparently, like his best friend, he too had superior self-control.
While you couldn’t fathom coming again, Wonwoo disagreed, pulling back from the kiss to look into your shiny eyes. “One more, baby. Give him one more for me. You’re so wet, dripping all over my hand. My little whore. I know you can give us one more.”
Your immediate reaction was to pout at his serious face, your head easily falling back to the bed with the jerks of your body.
But then Changkyun was directing your hips back a bit more, lowering them slightly so he could hit a different angle, a somehow better angle, once that made him feel bigger inside of you. “Here, like this. Fuck – does that feel good?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding eagerly as the feeling overtook you, making you see stars. Then you were gasping again as he hit into that spot harder: “Oh fuck!”
Wonwoo’s lips found your neck, sucking harshly at the skin, making up for how unblemished it had been recently. Doubling down, he used his free hand to pinch your nipple, trying to send you into sensory overload and succeeding.
More moans; this time from both of you as Changkyun got close as well. But you couldn’t worry about him because suddenly you were coming again, the wave hitting you so hard and fast that not a single one of you seemed to expect it.
“Ahh, fuuuuck, god–” Body tingling, you shook in place, your legs about to give out, hip flexors on fire from the effort to keep yourself up. But it was so good that it was somehow worth it, all the dopamine coursing through your veins making you feel like you were floating.
As you tensed, riding out the feeling, his thrusts faltered, the start of his release meeting the end of yours with the way he pushed deep and held himself there.
With a few throaty curses, he spilled into the condom, staying enveloped in your tight grip for an extra minute as the both of you tried to catch your breath.
“Good job, baby,” Wonwoo praised softly. “Such a good girl.”
You were sticky; you were sore – but none of that compared to the buzz still flowing through you. Not just from the orgasm but from the whole thing. You were so tired, you wouldn’t have been surprised if you were dreaming, about to wake up in a groggy state next to the two drunk friends you were supposed to have shared this bed with.
Wonwoo was watching you, thumb brushing over the mark he’d left on your neck before moving to push back the strands of hair that were slipping into your face. “You good, love?” he asked softly, careful eyes watching you as you took in a deep breath, not fully there yet.
When Changkyun pulled out of you gently, your body slipped down until it was flat on the mattress, the soreness in your hips aching for a moment at the release of tension before it started to subside.
It wasn’t surprising when he didn’t say anything else, disappearing to chuck the condom before coming back onto the bed with his boxers replaced. He sat on the other side of you, watching as Wonwoo embraced you, kissing your forehead, cheeks, nose.
“I’m good.” You smiled warmly at his affections, sleepy eyes taking slow blinks before you were able to focus them on him. “So, so good.”
He seemed to like that, his face softening at the words and the way you were looking at him. “Mm, I fucking love you,” he said, all cutely aggressive before he was pressing another kiss to your lips. Satisfied, he rolled onto his back, one hand coming up to run through his hair while the other lingered on you.
Feeling the need to move your shaky body, and wanting to be able to see Changkyun again in the process, you flipped over as well. When you looked at him, laying a hand on his bare knee and giving it a tiny squeeze, he looked at you a little surprised.
“Hey,” you breathed, not really sure what to say but wanting to say something. You’d all been so caught up in the lust and excitement – now all that was left was the actual fallout of every insane decision that had been made in the last hour.
“Hey,” he said in his awkward way, almost suspiciously, though he didn’t seem nervous at all. His gaze dropped to your hand before meeting your eyes once more.
You couldn’t help the little breath of laughter that came out. This was all ridiculous. You pulled yourself up, making sure you didn’t feel too dizzy before pushing off the bed onto your feet. Yep, you were definitely going to be sore.
They both watched you as you tiptoed to find your clothes that had been whipped around, pulling on enough to cover you before you slipped out of the door to go find the bathroom.
Being alone while you peed, it made it easy to worry about what happened now. But instead of allowing yourself to speculate, you hurried back to the room, walking in and shutting the door swiftly behind you to find the two of them chatting and laughing as they pulled on their own clothes.
Now, you felt nervous but in a different way. In a butterflies way.
“Yeah, we'll see,” is the last thing that Wonwoo said before he was looking at you expectantly, switching his attention.
You walked right to him, clinging to his side as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Hi baby,” he greeted, thumb rubbing over your shoulder where he held you. “Go on,” he whispered, loosening his grip for you to climb on the bed, knowing he’d follow, knowing he cared to be extra attentive after something like that. “How do you feel?” he asked, settling against the headboard as you curled up on him, his arms circling your waist.
“All good,” you assured, enjoying the warmth around you as your eyes settled on Changkyun.
He was standing at the corner of the bed, hands finding his pockets once more, looking at the two of you.
“You can come here, you know,” you said after a moment, feeling like something would be unresolved inside of you until you felt him on you too.
It felt far too weird to just go back to giving each other looks after that. The remnants of your last orgasm hadn’t even fully settled inside of you and he was standing six feet away like he hadn’t just been responsible for every single one of them.
He shot you a look, brow quirking up, looking so handsome all of a sudden. “Where the fuck do you want me to go?”
“Right here,” you offered casually, opening your arms to him. “We’re all entitled to a bit of aftercare, I would think.”
His lip twitched, his gaze darting to Wonwoo.
“As long as that’s ok with you,” you added over your shoulder upon realizing you were taking a startling amount of liberties in your relationship in one day.
“It’s not like either of you would listen to me anyway,” he said flatly but he squeezed you a bit tighter. Changkyun’s little smile – like he was suppressing it a bit – confirmed that Wonwoo was just teasing once more.
When he climbed on and crawled over, now apparently comically unsure how to move around you, you had to actually pull him down on you to get him to settle, letting him rest back against your chest.
“This is so weird.”
“Shush,” you admonished softly before nuzzling into the embrace on both sides of you, his upper body too broad for you to really wrap around him well. “You wanted to fuck me? This is what comes with it.”
You could feel the little chuckle he let out before he finally let the weight of his head rest back against your sternum.
“Ok then,” he gave in quietly and you were surprised at the relief you felt.
Wonwoo kissed your hair before whispering into your ear: “You’re cute.”
It made you giggle. “Obviously, we need to talk about this…”
“Mm,” Wonwoo agreed noncommittally.
“Mostly, I feel like you need to say something.”
“Mm,” he sounded out again, more like a grumble. This whole situation was a surprise to you but Wonwoo’s lack of desire to talk it to pieces wasn’t.
“Or don’t,” you added, laughing once more. “Just thought you might… have some thoughts.”
Changkyun just listened, a hand coming to play with your fingers where they laid on his clothed torso.
“I love you,” Wonwoo said after a moment.
“I love you,” you said through a smile, turning your head slightly to kiss his shoulder.
“Don’t leave me for Changkyun.”
Another chuckle. “I’m not leaving you for anyone.”
“Then we’re good.”
“See, I told you we’re good,” you said, tapping your hand lightly on Changkyun’s abdomen.
“And I told you he’d forgive you,” he replied right away.
“Oh my god,” you muttered, rolling your eyes as your arms unconsciously cuddled him closer. Then you felt him grasp your hand in his, still leaving it where it was.
“So, is this happening again or…?” he asked, voice completely neutral.
You turned your head once more, a signal to Wonwoo that he was expected to speak.
“Mm,” he hummed once more, sounding sleepier now as his head came forward to press a kiss to your shoulder. “We’ll figure out how it’ll work in the morning.”
“Really?” you asked quietly.
“Someone needs to take care of you when I’m too busy,” he said simply, like it was terribly obvious.
Your toes wiggled involuntarily, the embarrassing habit betraying your happiness. It made Wonwoo let out a deep chuckle.
“Cute,” Changkyun said, twisting his leg to knock against your foot.
With a squeeze of his hand, you shushed him and smiled.
A/N: clearly i really struggle to write just smut. like i just get attached to the characters and want there to be something deeper or give them some kind of happy ending or life after whatever i’m writing. so sorry if the ending stuff feels random. i just felt like i had to have some kind of resolution between the three of them for my own sake! especially after the smut being a bit more intense… so yeah! i hope you enjoyed this as much as i did 💕
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Warning:none
Genre: comedy
A/N: I loved this mv so much, it’s so minhyukieee
Summary: Minhyuk can be so wild when shooting his new mv, but for some weird reason, you lowkey find him attractive.
Word count: 1.3k (1367)
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“Wooo play the song already” Minhyuk’s cheery voice echoed in the hallway and the directors chuckled at his tipsy state.
The music was loud and Minhyuk’s body immediately reacted to the music as he started doing his weird hand movements.
The shooting was going smoothly, until, the doors of the elevator opened, the figure that appeared from the inside startling him a little, his dance moves stopping immediately. He motioned to the unknown woman to pass. The woman hesitated a little, but started walking quickly, once she noticed she had interrupted his shooting. Minhyuk took a look at her as she left and stepped towards the directors to check what they had recorded until then.
“Let’s add this, it’s funny,” Minhyuk smiled while watching the part with the ‘elevator girl’, the name he gave to the unknown woman.
“But we can’t have her in the video, especially without her permission and…” One of the directors trailed off, but Minhyuk just chuckled before replying, “Cut it, right before she appears.” and the directors nodded.
Minhyuk and Jooheon continued their shooting outside of the hotel, in a lot of different places in the big city. They soon finished the shooting, only the editing part was left until they could finally share the song with the world. They thanked the directors and walked back to their hotel rooms.
Minhyuk had too much energy to go to sleep after shooting, since he had drank a little more afterwards and was excited about finally getting to release his song. So he sneakily ‘stole’ one of the cameras and started shooting some clips on his own, in the hallway outside his room.
He kept walking around, slowly becoming dizzy from spinning and walking backwards, that he ended up knocking his head on a wall and he fell on his butt. Minhyuk sat on the floor rubbing his forehead mumbling small ‘ow’s.
On the other side of the wall that he had just walked face first into, there was a room and the person in the room heard the sound and slightly opened the door to check what had happened.
Minhyuk heard the sound of the door opening and turned his head to look at the source of it. The ‘elevator girl’ appeared in front of him and he looked at her, shocked. Even in his state, he managed to recognize her.
The woman’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her, but she quickly collected herself before speaking up.
“Are you alright?” She asked the man, her voice sounding so lovely to Minhyuk’s ears.
“Are you the elevator girl?” Minhyuk let out excitedly and the woman shot him a confused look.
“Am I who?” She tilted her head to the side and Minhyuk let out a long ‘awww’ sound.
“You’re like a puppy. Elevator puppy. Ele-puppy. Puppy-vator. El Puppo, Pup-” “Enough.” The woman cut him off, her hand on his mouth to get him to stop talking.
“Are you drunk? Where is your room?” She asked and Minhyuk shot her a teasing dirty look.
“Why? What do you wanna do to me? Hmm?”
“What? No, you’re really drunk, I just want to walk you to your room to make sure you don’t knock your head again.” She said and Minhyuk smiled slowly standing up.
“You’re kind, elevator girl, pup-elator, haha it sounds like escalator or alligator.” He let out and started skipping towards his room, the woman following behind to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt.
“Ahhh, my house. I live here.” Minhyuk giggled and the woman chuckled shaking her head.
“Do you have a phone?” Minhyuk randomly asked.
“Um, yeah? Doesn’t everybody?” she let out clearly confused.
“Give me your phone.” Minhyuk demanded, sticking his hand out, opening and closing his palm.
“What? Why would I-” “So I can call you.” Minhyuk winked and the woman felt her heartbeat increasing. She had already noticed how handsome the man was, even in his dumb yellow suit.
“Come on, give it!” He whined and the woman sighed.
Minhyuk started to type his number, but forgot it after the first three digits, so he handed his phone to her. She typed her phone number and Minhyuk added her to his contacts as ‘elevator girl’. He had tried to put the rest of the nicknames he had made up, but the woman told him that ‘elevator girl’ was enough.
Minhyuk giggled and blew her a hand kiss, before getting in his room leaving the woman blushing.
The next morning, Minhyuk was the woman’s first thought and she low-key hoped to see him in the hotel’s dining area.
She put some food on her plate walking around the buffet, but then, she bumped into a taller figure. Her eyes widened as she was, again, faced with the same man from yesterday.
“Hi,” She shyly let out and the man shot her a confused look.
“You are… Oh my god…” Realization was written all over Minhyuk’s face and he started blushing.
“I’m really sorry about yesterday, I drank a little because I was excited and-” “It’s okay, really.” The woman cut him off as soon as he started apologizing.
“Did I do or say anything inappropriate to you?” He asked terrified of the answer.
“No, but you thought I was suggesting inappropriate things to you.” The woman chuckled and Minhyuk looked down, avoiding her gaze, as he let out a long groan.
“Jooheon shouldn’t have let me drink.” He whispered out.
“I’m, again, really sorry for everything I said to you. I hope you can forgive me and not think I’m a perverted weirdo.” Minhyuk said and looked hopefully at the woman.
“It’s fine, you’re not the first drunk I encounter and I’ve seen worse than you walking face first into the wall or calling me… puppy-vator or whatever.” She giggled and Minhyuk’s eyes widened.
“Oh, so this is what all the weird things in my notes were…” He let out without thinking and the woman laughed.
“Minhyuk, what is taking you so-” A voice was heard from behind him.
“Hello?” The man that the voice belonged to, said to the unknown woman and turned to look at Minhyuk.
“Is everything alright here?” he asked, confused at the scene in front of him. Minhyuk nodded and turned to look at the woman.
“Do you want to join us for breakfast? I would really like to show you my sober self and erase every memory of me being drunk from your mind.” Minhyuk asked her and Jooheon tilted his head, his expression a mix of sleepy and confused.
“Of course, though the erasing my memories part is most likely not gonna happen. You were too fun.” She let out a giggle and Minhyuk groaned and started walking towards a table.
“Oh, by the way, what is your name, elevator girl?” Minhyuk asked, a confused Jooheon following behind them.
“It’s (y/n).” The woman replied and Minhyuk smiled. “I’m Minhyuk.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake and then he turned to his friend. “This is my friend Jooheon, who, as you can see, is clearly confused.” Minhyuk jokingly let out and sat opposite from the woman.
“Nice to meet you, but, can you two explain to me what is going on?” Jooheon munched on his breakfast as the two started explaining how they met, Minhyuk blushing the whole time.
The three continued talking, until (y/n) had to leave.
“I would really love to meet you again sometime, so would you like to give me your phone number?” Minhyuk shyly asked but received a laugh in return. He shot her a confused look and she laughed even more, Minhyuk’s face was red from embarrassment.
“You already have my phone number, silly. Just search for the ‘elevator girl’, unless you later changed the name.” She said and Minhyuk took out his phone and found the contact.
“It was really nice meeting you, Minhyuk, call me when you have time.” (y/n) said and blew him a hand kiss before turning around and walking away with her stuff, leaving a blushing Minhyuk behind, exactly how he did the previous night.
“See you soon, elevator girl.” He said to practically no one.
I’m really happy with you
Hyungwon x reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: None
Summary: Even Hyungwon, who is not very affectionate, sometimes needs to show his love for you.
A/N:this came so randomly to me, idk i can see hyungwon not being realy affectionate all the time but sometimes he would go all fluffy
Word count: 286
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You watched him walking around the kitchen humming, a small smile on his face, as he pulled out some ingredients to make dinner.
“What’s up with you today?” You said with a laugh and Hyungwon turned momentarily to look at you, his soft expression never leaving, before turning back to cooking.
“What’s up with me today?” He said in a sing song voice and you giggled.
“You are so... I don’t know... light, today. You’re smiling and you seem content, did something happen at work?” You asked curious and he walked past you to get something from the cupboard behind you, giving you a small peck before going back to what he was doing.
“Okay there is definitely something wrong with you” you joked and Hyungwon grinned.
“Why? Just because I’m in a good mood and I like to kiss my girlfriend?” He laughed out and took out plates, placing them on the table.
You took out two forks and two knives and then two glasses for water and he moved the pan on the table.
Before he could sit down, you approached him and he opened his arms for you to hug him and you didn’t miss the opportunity. He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you closer and gave you a forehead kiss, before burying his head in the crook of your neck.
“I am really happy with you” he whispered and you swore your heart skipped a beat.
“I’m really happy with you too” you softly replied, pulling away and he lowered his head to softly connect your lips.
“Let’s go eat and watch a movie?” He asked and you nodded giving him once more kiss, before sitting down with him to eat.
Jooheon x Changkyun x (fem)reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: oral (m receiving), male x male, male x female
Word count: 242
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Changkyun’s whimpers were like music to your ears, as you worked up and down his shaft faster.
"That's right, baby, do you enjoy her mouth on your cock? Hmm?" Jooheons raspy voice was heard but Changkyun only whimpered in response. You raised your head, Changkyun’s cock slowly slipping out of your mouth and he groaned at the sight.
"Is it my turn?" Jooheon asked and moved between Changkyun’s legs, wrapping his fingers softly around his cock and moving his hand up and down. Changkyun’s hands were tied to the headboard but he kept squirming trying to touch you. Jooheon’s eyes were wide open and locked on the sight infront of him as he bopped up and down, swallowing around Changkyun’s length.
"Ahh, I'm about to-" Changkyun managed to let out and you quickly untied his right hand and moved next to Jooheon, Changkyun’s hand lowering to his cock and he jerked himself off a few times painting both of your faces with his warm cum, letting out soft moans of pleasure.
Jooheon wiped the cum from your face, sticking his finger into his mouth, sucking it clean and you followed his lead, doing the same. Changkyun sighed as you both laid on each side of him.
"I love you both so much" he shyly let out, hoping both of you were asleep. "We love you too" Jooheon replied and you nodded snuggling closer.
These boys are gonna be the death of you.
hi !! i need more stuff to read so pls send some of your favorite one shots, series or smaus !!
One Last Time
This fic is one I’ve been working on for a long time, and it’s one that I’m really happy with. The years have been worth it seeing how it turned out~ This is my first fic on this blog, so I’d love to hear your thoughts! And feel free to send in a request, as I have none right now~ (Also yes, Sooyoung is Joy from Red Velvet lmao)
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Pairing: Wonho x Reader
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 7,336
TW: Depression, Swearing, Alcohol Use
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Hoseok sat in silence, the darkness of his room surrounding him like a blanket; it was almost suffocating.
Three nights he had sentenced himself to such solitude and for those three nights he just couldn’t find the energy, the strength, nor the will to leave the comfort of his bedroom.
He knew that as soon as he left, he would be forced to don a bright smile and act like his normal self. But he wasn’t even sure he could fake a smile right now. He had tried to fake one on the second night as a rehearsal when he wanted to leave the confinement of his room. But forcing out the smile only made the ache in his chest tug more, further ridding him of any will to even attempt to socialize.
So he merely laid on his bed, spread out flat. The blanket tossed somewhere unknown in the corner of his bedroom. He stared at the ceiling like he had been for the past few hours, looking back on memories of the good times.
The first night was the worst, he had stepped into the dorm without a word to the other members. He ignored their inquisitive stares and worried statements of “Are you okay?” or “What happened?” as he darted straight for his room, slamming the door behind him. His bandmates had been so concerned for him, but they were too surprised to follow behind him.
That is, until they heard the loud crashing coming from his and Hyungwon’s room.
Kihyun jumped out of his seat on the couch immediately after the first sound, looking towards the room in a panic. As soon as the second crash was heard, he ran for the door to Hoseok’s room, throwing it open as quickly as it had been closed. Most of the bandmates had followed, to Kihyun’s left was Minhyuk, and Jooheon to his right.
Hoseok didn’t even flinch when the door was flung open, continuing what he had started in throwing assorted items around his room. He pushed things off of his desk, swiped books off of their small shelf, ripped papers, and punched the wall when he couldn’t find anything else to throw. Everyone just stared in awe at the scene before them, not knowing what to do. They noticed that Hoseok was careful to avoid any items that could be considered sentimental regarding her, because they stood out like a sore thumb, seemingly unaffected by the whirlwind of destruction surrounding the rest of the room.
Eventually, Hoseok’s anger wore off, and his punches slowed down, before he turned around to lean against the wall. His legs gave way underneath him, and he found himself breaking as he slid down the wall. His arms hung to his sides as he broke into sobs, no longer being able to hold them back.
Minhyuk eventually gathered up the courage to step over the broken objects littered on the floor. He made his way to their ‘visual’, kneeling down and pulling him into a tight hug, allowing Hoseok to cry into his shoulder.
His tears ran dry after around an hour. But instead of standing up and resuming his day, he remained in the same spot. Minhyuk left after another hour of trying to get him to talk. So Hoseok began his period of solitude, just laying against the wall for a while, the light stinging his swollen eyes. ‘It’s weird to cry so much that you just...run out of tears,’ he thought to himself.
Hoseok sniffled, mustering up the energy to stand from the wall to close the door, turn off the light, and try to sleep. Hyungwon slept on the couch that night to avoid confrontation with his roommate.
But Hoseok was unable to sleep.
The second night, he barely managed to produce the strength to get out of his bed to use the bathroom. He dragged his feet all the way and kept the lights off. He retreated back into solitude, not bothering to respond to the boys trying to get his attention.
“Hoseok, it’s almost noon already. You need to eat something,” was what Hyunwoo had whispered to him first.
He kept walking.
“I made your favorite; pancakes with chocolate chips!”, Kihyun said in a motherly tone.
He kept walking.
“We were all thinking about going to the arcade later, how does that sou-.” He shut the door in Changkyun’s face as he threw himself back onto the bed, shedding the hoodie that reminded him all too much of the events of the night before.
Around an hour later, his door creaked open to reveal a hesitant Jooheon holding a glass of water. Hoseok glared at him, and Jooheon visibly gulped before emitting a nervous smile and stepping inside, setting the glass down on the bedside table, leaving almost as quickly as he entered.
Jooheon refilled his glass of water after a few hours and tried to bring him food, but Hoseok didn’t have an appetite. Before the members went to bed, Jooheon came back in with another glass refill. Hoseok managed to utter two simple words.
“Thank you.”
They were lacking in tone, possibly worse it was lacking in feeling. His voice was tired, it was strained, and he didn’t make eye contact. But it was something, and anything was an improvement.
Today, the third day, had been slow.
Hoseok was unbelievably numb. He had discarded his jeans the night before and was wearing an old, raggedy tank top and basketball shorts, but he honestly could not care less about his appearance right now. He just watched as the sunlight crept in from the curtains. Eventually, Jooheon came in with a morning glass of water.
The water routine continued, him still denying food at every suggestion.
When it hit 5pm, it had begun to get dark. Hoseok was expecting Jooheon to come in as usual with his water but instead saw Kihyun enter with a tray of food and some water. Hoseok groaned as he rolled onto his side to avoid him.
“Hoseok.” He ignored Kihyun. “You have to eat.” He ignored Kihyun again. “I know it’s hard, but you have to eat.”
Hoseok grew angered at that statement. He couldn’t ignore him anymore. “You don’t know shit.”
Kihyun sighed, “We all miss you.”
“I don’t care.”
“Well, I do! And I’m not leaving until you eat every last bite of food on this plate!”
Hoseok debated ignoring him. However, he turned over and sat up grumpily, resembling a three-year-old who hadn't gotten what they wanted. He was pouting, and Kihyun noticed. Kihyun had also noticed his filthy appearance.
Hoseok’s hair was matted and wild from being unkempt, and he had large bags under his eyes. He looked the worst Kihyun had ever seen him. He sat in wonder for a few moments, and Hoseok rolled his eyes at the gaping boy.
“Are you gonna give me the food or what?”, he asked angrily.
Kihyun snapped out of it and slowly passed him the tray of food. It was nothing much, he figured it was just some comfort food the others had picked up for him at a restaurant, figuring they wouldn’t waste time cooking since he likely wouldn’t eat it. So Hoseok looked at the food for a few seconds before picking up the silver chopsticks and eating it. Kihyun just watched in satisfaction as the older boy scarfed most of it down quickly.
When Hoseok was finished, he set the tray down next to him and drank some of the water before setting the glass on the bedside table as usual. He used his arm to wipe some of the food off of the corners of his mouth. He turned to Kihyun and sighed at him.
“There, you happy?”
Kihyun frowned at him, but Hoseok just rolled his eyes at him and eyed the glass of water on the bedside table. As much as he hated to admit it, he couldn’t take being the cause of Kihyun’s frown right now. He had so much going on in his head, and that only made it worse.
'See? All you do is make the people around you miserable. What’s the point if you only burden people?', he thought.
He shook the thoughts from his head; he knew that wasn’t true. The guys aren’t burdened by him at all...Right? Kihyun’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“I’ll be happy when I see you’re back to the Hoseok we all know and love.”
Hoseok suddenly felt remorseful about his actions. He began to regret confining himself for those three long days. But he also felt like he needed them. He needed the time. But Hoseok had been given time, and he still felt abysmal. He felt like someone had stuck weights on his shoulders and chest and made even the simplest tasks seem like so much effort. So Hoseok just shrugged and sighed at the other man, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
It was nearing dusk at this point and Kihyun looked at his phone’s clock quickly. “I’ll be back soon, I’m supposed to get the dishes from your meal washed before dinnertime,” he muttered hurriedly.
He quickly and quietly stood, grabbing Hoseok's used dishes as he exited the room. Hoseok then realized that Kihyun had cooked that meal for him. It was rather tasty, and it brought a hint of a smile to Hoseok’s face knowing that he had done that for him.
He figured that if Kihyun could put that much effort into a meal for him, then he should put forth some effort in return. So, he dragged himself off of the bed and trudged out of the room. Grabbing a nonspecific shirt and pair of jeans on the way to the bathroom.
For the past three days, he hadn’t looked in a mirror at all. He had avoided everything with a reflective surface. He couldn’t face himself.
But for some reason, as he entered the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror and flicking the light on, he just took a moment to stand motionless, staring discontentedly at his reflection. He looked like a mess.
He finally broke from his trance, pulling his eyes downward to pull on the shirt over his tank top. He tugged off the basketball shorts and replaced them with a clean pair of jeans. He brushed his teeth and then his hair, already feeling a little less unkempt. He actually managed to make himself somewhat presentable as he trudged back into his bedroom.
He grabbed his phone off of the nightstand, catching up on social media while he waited for Kihyun to return. He said he would, and Hoseok believed him. So he waited, and half an hour later, he quietly stepped back into the room. Hoseok’s eyes snapped up from his phone as he closed it and looked towards Kihyun.
Kihyun smiled when he noticed Hoseok's appearance. “Did you comb your hair?”, he asked, and Hoseok nodded slowly at him.
Kihyun smiled in response, before remembering why he had returned. “Today is when the falling star is supposed to come...”
Hoseok’s curious expression faded and was replaced with a solemn one. He was supposed to watch the star with her tonight. They were supposed to wish for their love to last forever. They were supposed to kiss as it went by. He was supposed to tell her that he loved her for the first time once it was gone, and she would say the same. But he would never get to tell her that now.
He wondered if someone else would be kissing her as the star passed by, and he quickly grew angry at the thought. His fists clenched and tears sprung to his eyes.
Kihyun took the initiative to sit down next to Hoseok on the bed, rubbing slow circles into his back. Hoseok quickly wiped the tears from his eyes and regained his composure as Kihyun began to speak again. “We’d all love for you to come watch with us, Hoseok.”
Hoseok thought about it, he did. But he just couldn’t stomach the idea of smiling and laughing with the guys quite yet. He needed a little more time...
“I don’t know if I’m up to it yet...I’m sorry,” he said with a shameful look.
Kihyun nodded slowly, “That’s okay. You need time, I understand.”
And so Kihyun kept rubbing circles on his back and humming every so often. But after a couple minutes, Kihyun stood up and without a word, he left the room. Hoseok sighed as he began to lie back down. When Kihyun came back in again, he was holding a few bottles of Soju.
Hoseok chuckled dryly as Kihyun handed one to him and set the other two on the bedside table.
“Be sure to even it out with some water at least, but I figure you could use these right about now.”
Hoseok smiled, he really smiled at the younger boy as he popped open one of the bottles, toasting it to him before taking a large sip as Kihyun left for the night. Hoseok thought about nothing important as he lightly sipped on his first bottle. He didn’t get a chance to drink often so he knew that three bottles would get him at least a little drunk. (However, he would likely be glad that he was confining himself to his room because of how drunk he would get off of them.)
He eventually heard some commotion outside his window. He walked over to it to see six boys laughing over some barbecue. Hoseok sighed as tears welled up in his bloodshot eyes again. He missed them. He missed how everything used to be. He wished that three days ago had never happened. He silently watched them socialize for a while before he noticed Kihyun turn to look at him, and he got the others’ attention.
All six of them turned to wave to him as he slowly waved back. Many of them raised their glasses to him. Be it Soju, or a soft drink, or anything in between, and so he did the same.
After about ten minutes, he pulled up a chair from his desk and waited for the star to come, thinking about what they were doing down there. He figured that Jooheon and Changkyun would be acting rowdy, and the others would all be smiling and laughing at their antics. He ran the scenario through his mind before naturally, his mind wandered back to her. He bet that she was watching from that spot in the park she loved so much, and he wondered if she'd worn that white bomber jacket she wore so often to see it, or if she had opted instead for a more modest outfit, like that yellow sundress he'd bought her.
He wondered about these things, that is, until he saw a streak of gold dart past him as he stared at the sky. And as he closed his eyes tightly, he wished for the only thing he ever wanted.
He wished for her happiness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hoseok stepped out of his dorm as he finished sliding one of his arms into his hoodie sleeve.
He was supposed to be meeting her at his favorite café, but first, he had to lose the paparazzi that he knew would be following him. He first made sure that his sunglasses and mask were secure in his pocket. He also knew that he had a spare hat and jacket hidden in an abandoned alleyway.
He walked at a fast pace; he really didn't want to be late again. He had been late the last time the two had planned to meet up, and by the time he had arrived, she had already gone home. It wasn't his fault that he was late that time though, his manager had asked him to stay later than he had anticipated helping some trainee with a dance routine (One of the girls' dance partners hadn't shown up, and he was the only one still there at the time), and he wasn't able to leave to get his phone from his studio.
When she had found out his reason for being late, she had only gotten more upset. She never said why. So he made a point to not be late this time. It helped that he was beyond excited to see her.
As he entered the abandoned alleyway containing his hidden clothes, Hoseok quickly pulled on the new jacket, resisting the urge to smile. He threw his sunglasses and mask into his hiding spot before pulling out new ones and putting them on along with his alternate hat. At this point, he couldn't hold the smiling back anymore. He looked both ways before exiting the alleyway, his grin spreading as wide as it could go. He was just that excited to meet her.
He knew that he was still being followed, so he quickly located a crowd. He squeezed into it and managed to get lost in the crowd. He figured this would be the fastest way to avoid the paparazzi. He weaved through the crowd, getting further away from the reporters. And as the crowd neared the café he was supposed to be at, he got ready to slip into the doors.
Once he was inside, he sat down at the table furthest from the windows, knowing she would prefer that table. He got a glass of water from the waitress and toyed with the straw in anticipation. He wondered if she was getting payback on him by showing up to the date late. However, when he heard the doorbells chime a moment later, his thoughts ground to a halt as he shot his gaze up to see if it was his beloved.
And it was.
Somehow, his grin grew wider at the sight of her. Hair slightly damp from a shower, hands nervously clasped together at her stomach as she scanned the crowd for her boyfriend. They locked eyes and his chest felt warmer when they did, his love for her spreading throughout his body and making him feel giddy, like a child.
She came swiftly and took the seat across from him, avoiding his gaze, and sipping on the drink he had ordered for her. Hoseok attempted to make small talk with her, but she offered him only brief answers in return, and they were soon met with an uncomfortable silence as the minutes dragged on.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?", he asked her. A look in his eyes expressing love and concern. She was quiet for a few moments, before she muttered something under her breath. "What'd you say, dear?"
"I...I think we should break up."
The words hit him like a brick. Actually, it was more like a semi-truck. Of all the things he may have expected her to say, this was not one of them. He felt a cold hand of sorrow slither up his spine, and he felt the warmth in his chest secede into a pit in his stomach. “W-What?...Why? I don’t understand, did I do something wrong? Is this about being la-”
“Hoseok, slow down. It’s not your fault...I just...”, she trailed off and he searched her eyes for a tone of kidding, but he found none. He was met with only determination. “Just...what? Tell me why.”
She sighed frustratedly, “I just need space right now, to think...about us.”
“This doesn’t make any sense, you were so excited for this date...what happened?”
“Nothing happened, Hoseok...I just want to be alone right now,” he notices a wetness glazing over her eyes as she breaks eye contact, quickly gathering her things and dashing out the door without another word.
Hoseok sat at his table for a moment, eyes wide with shock. Was this really happening? With a trembling hand, he grabbed his jacket off of the back of his chair and walked out of the cafe, the spring in his step giving way to a slow and trudging one. It was a chilly afternoon, and he couldn’t help but feel like the cold aided in making him feel that much more alone in the world. Tears filled his eyes and threatened to spill.
And he knew in that moment, that he was destined to be alone.
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It had been four days since she had last seen the sun.
Four days since she walked away from the best thing that’s ever happened to her.
She knew as soon as she entered the cafe that there was no going back. She had to end things, for his sake. But now, it hurts so much. As soon as those dagger-like words left her mouth, she felt that it was a double-edged blade. It cut her beloved, and impaled her heart on its silver tip.
Now that she had made her fate, it no longer feels like she did the right thing. It feels like hell. Feels like her organs are melted, and she can no longer feel anything but pain. He held her heart, and he always would. No matter if they were separated by a million oceans, or by a breakup.
She knew that she would never find someone who made her as happy as he made her. He knew her better than she knew herself, and she knew him just as well. Those things don't go away, lingering in the back of her mind to visit when reminiscing on the good old days. But now, the memories are too painful to bear. The only thing that stopped the memories from invading her subconscious was by washing away its resolve with a bottle of soju.
So, she downed as many as her quivering body could handle; drinking alone in the darkness of her shared apartment. Her roommate didn't return until late at night, allowing her the time to herself she desired. She sat on the couch, trying to busy herself with watching the variety show playing on the TV.
It wasn't as easy to distract from the pain as she had hoped, as she still found her mind wandering back to Hoseok. About how his hair looked when they woke up first thing in the morning. How proud he looked when he cooked dinner for them. And about why she decided to end the best era of her life.
It all started about a month before, when they had finally both gotten a day off, and had planned for a date in the park. It was a beautiful date, walking hand in hand along the riverside. She had told him that was her favorite spot in the city. It was a magnificent place, full of the autumn breeze, the essence of dried leaves hanging in the air, and filling her nose with their scent. It was perfect.
They hadn't noticed the reporter lurking beyond the trees, and taking their photo, hand in hand with a smile on their faces. The look on their faces made their love undeniable.
Days later, the tabloids were filled with their photos. They hadn't ever talked about revealing their relationship before. They weren't ready to be public, weren't ready for their every move to be scrutinized.
Hoseok saw it as a blessing in disguise. He could tell the world about his love, and no longer had to hide how his mood improved when she was around. He was excited to show her off, to hang his arm around her shoulders in public, and tell everyone of their love.
She thought the same in the early days of their relationship going public. She was ready to meet his parents anyway, to speak with them of bigger plans for their future. Ready to be with him to the end of their days.
But as time passed, her excitement faded. Scrolling through social media became a test of her strength. A once supporting following turning against them. There were good comments, wishing them luck in their relationship, of course. But the negatives, even if there were less, always lingered in her mind.
'If he isn't going to put his all into Monsta X, then he should just leave. It's so selfish of him to have a girlfriend when the others are working so hard.'
'I can't believe he lied to us for so long. He needs to be kicked out of Monsta X.'
'Why is he with her? It's clear who's the reacher and who's the settler in this couple. She's so disgusting.'
Many comments akin to these littered the pages of their social media. Some went as far as to tell them to end their lives. It shouldn't have gotten to her, she tried not to let it, but it's easier said than done.
Soon, she found herself sweating at the sound of whispers behind her back, wondering if they recognized her, and if they hated her as much as the others.
She began to avoid leaving her apartment. It was easier to keep away from the judging eyes of others while confined to her bedroom. She let herself fall back into a pattern of self-hate, one that she had only narrowly escaped from before.
After weeks of hearing other people in her mind, telling her she's ugly, and worthless, and deserves to die for ruining her boyfriend's career, she believed them.
She knew how miserable she was, and she could only imagine how terrible Hoseok was feeling. She felt even worse for holding him back. She was dragging him down, and in order for him to get back his happiness, she had to let him go.
For a long time, she battled with this thought. She wanted to keep him all to herself, and never let him go, but she knew that wasn't fair to him. So after much debate, she decided to set him free.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her roommate entering the passcode to their apartment. As she stepped into the darkness of their living space, she turned on the light to see her friend sitting expressionless on the couch. "It's three A.M. You should be in bed by now," she said.
"I'm fine, Sooyoung. I'm going to bed soon," she lied. She knew that it was near impossible to sleep with the memories circling through her head like a vulture.
Sooyoung huffed as she put her purse on the table next to the couch, walking past her friend to the kitchen, and getting a drink out of the fridge. "The offer still stands if you need to talk about what's been on your mind," she said exasperated, moving her legs to sit down on the couch next to her, and putting them back on her lap.
"I'm good."
Sooyoung sighed at her monotonous response, knowing all too well the cause of her misery. "If you're serious about breaking up with him, then you need to move on."
She must not have liked this advice, because she rolled her eyes and pulled her legs from Sooyoung's lap, bringing them to her chest and turning to face towards the TV once more.
"I'm serious. We should go out tomorrow night, and just dance and dance all night. I know how much you like dancing. How does that sound? Maybe we could even get you a little bit of arm candy to help you get over him."
"I'm gonna pass."
Sooyoung started getting frustrated at her roommate's unwillingness to cooperate. "It'll be fun, come on!"
"No, thanks."
"Please? I'll even pay for your drinks!"
"I said no, thanks."
"I don't see why you're so adamant about staying cooped up in the house all the time. It's unhealth-"
"I said no thank you!", she shouted, finally looking over to make eye contact with Sooyoung, her eyes piercing daggers into her.
"Jesus, dude. I was just trying to help," she said, standing from her spot on the couch, and marching towards her room. "Next time, I'll just let you waste your life away wallowing on the couch over some guy that you broke up with!"
And with that, Sooyoung slammed her door shut, isolating her once again.
She sighed to herself, feeling the drooping feeling in her chest return once more. She didn't mean for things to go this way with Sooyoung. But she fucked everything up, like she always does.
So, she reached to her side and pried the lid off of another bottle of soju.
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Hoseok pulled on his leather jacket over a white T-Shirt, smoothing it down, and making the final touches on his outfit, fixing his hair in the mirror.
Minhyuk stood behind him, sitting on the older boy's bed in wait. He traced the pattern of the bedsheets idly with his index finger, thinking about his wording carefully as to not predisposition Hoseok to having a bad night.
It had been nearly two weeks since Hoseok's breakup, and he was feeling a little better nowadays. He allowed himself to leave the confines of his room and opened up to his bandmates. He was currently readying himself for his first outing since all of this began. They were going to their favorite barbecue restaurant, all seven of them, to eat and laugh together.
"If you're not ready to go out yet, don't feel pressured to. I can bring you home a meal from the restaurant," he finally muttered.
"It's okay, Minhyuk. I think I'm ready to try. I'm ready to smile again. It still hurts, and I think it always will, but I can't put my whole life on hold anymore."
Minhyuk nodded at him, "You're right, but don't push yourself. You could end up undoing all your progress."
"I can do it, don't worry. Have faith in me."
Hoseok finished fixing his clothes and turned to Minhyuk. "Are you ready to go?"
Hoseok had been excited for this meal. Not only for the chance to eat meat, but he was ready to try joking with the boys once again. He missed it desperately.
But as he sat, munching on his appetizer, he found himself clamming up. He wanted to joke with them, but he couldn't find the words. He wasn't used to this anymore.
He couldn't help but feel like once again, he was burdening his friends with his problems, his negativity. He looked down at his lap, hoping with all his heart that he wasn't ruining the night for everyone else.
As they all finished their meal, they readied to complete their night by heading to a nearby arcade, Hoseok's favorite.
But suddenly, the thought of being in the loud atmosphere of the arcade made him sick to his stomach. He made up his mind to suck it up and go to the arcade. What was he so afraid of, anyway?
But as more time passed, he talked himself out of it. He raised his voice seemingly for the first time that night; "Guys, it was fun and all, but I think I'm gonna skip the arcade and head back to the dorm."
There was a symphony of 'Aw's around him, as his friends agreed to return to the dorm with him.
"No, no. Please don't let me ruin your fun. I'll head back alone, it's okay. Go have fun."
And with some dejected 'okay's, and six 'Goodbye's, he slipped his hands into his pockets as he began the trek down the cold street to the familiarity of the dorm.
He ignored his surroundings as much as he could, trying to walk home as fast as his legs could carry him. Too much on the streets reminded him of her. It was a good plan until he accidentally locked eyes with the specialty gelato shop.
He had taken her there on their sixth date when he had heard her complaining to her friends that she could never find a place that sells Gelato as tasty as the kind she had while vacationing one summer in Europe. So he made up his mind to find some for her.
That was the night of their first kiss.
It was soft, and her lips left a taste of caramel on his own, because of the flavor she had chosen, and he decided that he wanted to make her his.
The memories made him dizzy, his footsteps screeching to a halt, as he leaned on the building next to him for support. Tears pricked his eyes as he made up his mind to slip into the alleyway near him.
He covered his mouth to keep the sobs from drawing attention as he slumped against a wall, his legs barely holding himself up in all their trembling.
He stood like that for a few minutes, before he heard a quiet voice speak up from the end of the alley. "H-Hoseok?"
He looked up and saw Minhyuk, standing startled and looking at him with concern in his eyes.
Hoseok's breath hitched, and his legs gave way under him, sending him falling to the ground on his knees, forcing him to uncover his mouth to brace his fall.
Loud sobs now ringing through the alleyway, Minhyuk sped over to Hoseok's side and pulled him into his chest, laying his head on his shoulder and rubbing his back, shushing him and telling him that it would all be okay.
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Many more weeks passed before Hoseok was able to walk anywhere by himself. He knew if he tried, that he would end up finding another landmark, reminding him of the times when happiness was the usual. Leaving him with wet cheeks and having him turning around to head back home, task long forgotten by the time the despair had passed.
But after those weeks, Hoseok was able to leave the house without immediately associating her hair with the breeze, her eyes with the skies, and her touch with happiness. He began to find his own definitions for those things, taking a liking to the way the winter breeze smelled as light dustings of snow floated through the air. Eventually, he was able to go back to work, finding that work wasn’t as grueling as it used to be when he had his lady waiting for him back home. He didn’t mind the late nights and tiring practices so much anymore, as they proved to be a good distraction from it all.
His progression was a slow one, but it was progression nonetheless. And eventually, he allowed himself to joke with the boys again, to smile with them again. He no longer felt like everything was meaningless.
One night, the boys had ordered takeout to be delivered to their dorm. They had pooled some money to purchase the newest installment of their favorite video game series, and planned to get halfway through it before the night came to a close.
As they waited for the food to be delivered, they chattered loudly over red cups of cheap beer. It was a night where they would let loose, a night that Hoseok had been excited for.
Hoseok went into the kitchen to refill his cup, after slowly sipping on his first steadily over the course of an hour. He grasped the handle of the spout, allowing the dark liquid to cascade freely into his cup, releasing it as the cup began to fill.
It was then that he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. It startled him a bit, causing him to spill some of his drink onto his hand. He shook it off, reaching into his pocket to grab his phone, looking at the Caller ID.
He stopped, thumb hovering over the answer button as he read it a second time, a third time, and even a fourth. ‘It’s got to be a misdial,’ he thought to himself, moving his thumb to reject the call.
‘But what if it isn't?’
And so he quickly switched his thumb to its original positioning, sliding the icon over, and holding the phone to his ear. “H-Hello?”
“Hoseokie?~ Is that you?”
It wasn't a misdial. “Yeah, it's me,” he said, apprehension evident in his tone.
“What'cha up to?~”
He looked behind him, the boys were currently engaged in a heated debate on which of two anime characters would win in a fight. He wasn't missing much. “Nothing, really. Are you okay? You sound-”
“Drunk?”, she asked, “That's because I am. And I'm calling to say that...I miss you. And I'm a stupid, dumb, crazy idiot.”
Hoseok blinked, torn on what to say next. Half of him was desperately close to shouting ‘God, I miss you too, so much’ right back at her, while the other half was terrified. ‘What if she was kidding? She's drunk, does she even really mean it?’ And a million other questions swirled through his mind.
The silence must have drawn out too long, because before he knew it she chimed in again, breaking through his wall of thought. “Well, actually that's not totally why I called…”
“Why then?”
“Well, I went out for drinks with Sooyoung, and I got too crazy in there, and they kicked me out...and Sooyoung is still inside so I have no ride home. I have no one else to call…”
“I’m on my way. Text me the address.”
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It wasn't more than ten minutes before he pulled up to the bar she had given him the address to. And as he parked in front of the establishment, he noticed her lying on the wooden bench outside the doors.
He walked up to her, and it was soon evident that she had fallen asleep not long after getting off the phone with him. It was also evident that she had been crying earlier, because her cheeks were stained black with the remnants of the mascara she had meticulously applied earlier in the night. He also took note that she wasn't wearing any shoes, and there didn't seem to be any in sight. He gave out a long sigh, she certainly had gotten crazy tonight.
He wasted no time in scooping her sleeping form into his arms, and setting her gently in his passenger seat. He buckled her into her seat belt, and smoothed her hair away from her eyes, before climbing into the driver's seat, and beginning on his way to her apartment.
He kept stealing glimpses of her while driving. He couldn't help it; knowing that this would likely be the last time he'd ever see his beloved. He had blown his only chance at true love.
He wicked away a rebel tear at the thought, turning his gaze from her and tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
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He pulled into her building's parking lot much sooner than he would have liked. He wanted more time with her. He wanted to ask her why she had left him, how he had gone wrong, but they had arrived too soon to ask any of his lingering questions.
So, with a defeated sigh, he shook her awake, and pointed at her building with a mutter of ‘We’re here’.
She thanked him quietly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and grabbing her purse from the floorboard, turning and grabbing the door handle to exit his car one last time.
Except, she couldn't bring herself to.
She couldn't find the courage to pull the handle, allowing herself to be free of him for the last time.
She turned to look at him one final time, and he took the extra time to memorize her facial features. He never wanted to forget them. He had a desperate look on his face, pleading with her for all that was unsaid.
Her expression was one of searching. Searching for something to make her stay in the car, something that would make her put her seat belt back on and ride off into the sunset with him. She was searching for a sign.
He felt tears well up in his eyes again, as he thought about wanting to hear her voice say she wants to see him one last time. How he wants to spend the mornings snuggled up in bed with her one last time. He wants to get beaten by her at video games One. Last. Time.
And so he kissed her.
It was full of everything left unsaid and so much more. Her absolute adoration for him, her insecurities, and all of her worries for the future. And his longing, his love, and his wishes that he could simply wake up and these past months had never happened.
As they finally broke apart, their need for air defeating their need to be close by a very small margin, they remained mere inches apart, neither even considering moving from their spot for a second.
“Please,” he pleaded with her at last, “Come back home.”
She was quiet for a moment, contemplating what this meant for them. But all of her worries seemed miniscule now that he was by her side. So she took her hand from the door handle, and slipped her seat belt back on, looking at him with determination. She gave him a gentle nod, urging him to proceed.
He burst into tears of relief at her gesture, pulling her tightly into his embrace. She too began to cry at the gesture, the both of them letting out all of their shared turmoil.
“Please, just tell me what I did wrong so that this never has to happen again,” he begged her, breaking the silence.
“I told you, love,” She explained at last, leaning back to wipe his tears from his eyes and cheeks, a look of pure adoration plastered thickly onto her face now, “It's not your fault, it never was. I let the hate comments get to me, and I convinced myself that I was dragging you down. That I was ruining your chance at success, and that you'd be better off if I was gone.”
She paused for a moment, as he let it all sink in. “But if you were half as destroyed as I was being apart from you, then it’s so much worse when I am,” She ended with a chuckle, sniffling not long after.
He smiled at her, grabbing her hands in his and holding them to his chest. “I think you're right about that. You mean the world to me, you should know that,” he used one of his sleeves to wipe her cheeks in return, “Now that we’re public, things will be hard at times, but we can get through it together, because our love is twice as strong as any hate they could throw at us.”
She smiled at his words, and she realized that all she ever needed was to hear those words. “But we need to stick together through this, or we’ll never make it,” he ended, looking into her eyes deeply.
She nodded again, more firmly this time, and he smiled back at her, as he turned his attention to pulling the car out of the parking lot and heading for the dorm.
The drive back was a serene one, as he held her hand in his, using the other to weave through traffic, occasionally looking over to catch her staring lovingly at him. And slowly, the fog that once clouded over his eyes, turning his world into a monochromatic scheme of black and white, was lifted, and he began seeing color again. He smiled, taking it in as he felt love return to his bones, untying the knots in his stomach that had been there for as long as he could remember.
He turned to her once they stopped at a red light, looking into her eyes, smile still cast over his features, and he said to her; “I love you…so much.”
She smiled back, the fog lifting quickly from her eyes as well, “I love you too."
And they both knew in that moment, that they were destined to be together, ‘till death did them part.