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we love bad quality finger hearts jisung bc jype wifi sucks 🥺💕

m2 relay dance rules: only one person dance at a time

stray kids: only dance :D

part 1289301 of jisung setting himself up for failure

yk how everyone always says that it’s felixs first life and chans last one??

wat if it’s actually the other way round tho? wat if it’s rlly felixs last life n that’s why he approaches everything w childlike happiness n curiosity, bc this is the last time he gets to do it?

u guys when i tell u that this man is the most perfect, handsome, amazing, boyfriend coded human out there i mean it coz-

(sir im absolutely fucking feral rn respectfully pls step on me 🙏🏼)

This han lives in my head rent free.

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Most precious baby.

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Han Jisung - Zombie Apocalypse 🧟‍♂️

Ok, but tbh I've never seen someone write a domjisung x subreader before.. (I've read one.. once.)

he lost his breath

Oh to see him with facial hair would be a fucking dream come true 😩😩😩

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🐿️ beard marks? you’re saying my stubbles are cute?

🐿️ I definitely shaved today, applied sunscreen, and even covered my beard with BB cream, but is it still visible?

Hi Hi! you did so well with my first request so I have another one:)

I was thinking FTM reader (no surgeries) x roommates Chansung. Chansung are dating and they hate you and you hate them with how they keep you up at night being loud as hell when Ji fucks Chan. One day y'all are in a heated argument with lots of yelling and aggression but there's so much damn sexual tension between the three of you that things suddenly turn SPICY mid argument.

Paring: Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I finally finished writing! I hope this is what you were asking for. I really tried my best to write it as clearly as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the shadows danced across the walls like ethereal lovers, their soft caresses blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy silence of three people caught in a web of unspoken desires. Y/n hated it. Hated the way his roommates Jisung and Chris looked at him, hated the way they whispered to each other when they thought he was asleep, hated the way they made him feel so damn uncomfortable. He couldn't help but listen to them fuck, couldn't help but hear Chris's muffled cries and moans from Jisung that seemed to echo through the walls of their tiny apartment. But tonight was different. Tonight, something was going to give.

The argument had started innocently enough, over the usual things: dirty dishes in the sink, unemptied trash cans, the occasional forgotten rent payment. But as the words flew back and forth between them, the tension in the air grew thicker, more palpable with every syllable. And then, suddenly, it shifted. Like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, the sexual tension exploded into the room, filling the air with the heady scent of desire and the promise of something more.

Jisung leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. "You like hearing it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like hearing us together." Chris, always the braver of the two, nodded in agreement, his hands moving restlessly on Y/n's shoulders.

"No, I don't!" Y/n snapped, trying to pull away from their touch. "I hate it! I hate you both!" But even as he spoke, he could feel his heart racing, his pussy getting wetter in his panties. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Jisung rose to his feet, his movements fluid and confident. He took a step closer, his chest almost brushing against Y/n's. "We can prove it," he whispered. "We can show you what you've been hearing every night." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged him across the room, into his bedroom. Chris followed close behind, his expression a mix of determination and desire.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Jisung closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Jisung and Chris took off their clothes then they both took off Y/n's. Jisung led Y/n over to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress so that he was lying on his back. Then he turned to face Chris, who was watching them with hungry eyes.

"Show him," Jisung breathed, his voice low and commanding. "Show him what he hears." Chris nodded, moving forward to stand between Y/n's spread legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "You like hearing this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

As if in answer, Y/n arched his back, letting out a soft moan. The feel of Chris's hardness pressed against his entrance was almost too much to bear. He wanted it, needed it, despite himself. And then, with a single thrust, Chris was inside him, filling the empty space between their bodies. Y/n cried out, his hips bucking against Chris's, meeting his movements with a fierce hunger.

Behind them, Jisung positioned himself between Chris's legs, leaning forward to kiss his neck. His fingers dug into the firm muscle of Chris's ass as he began to thrust, matching the pace of their hips. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by them, of being taken in every possible way, was overwhelming.

As Y/n lay there, pinned beneath the weight of their bodies, he could feel the pressure building inside him, coiling tight in his core. He arched his back, meeting the rhythm of their movements, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. The sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing through his head like a siren song.

Jisung's thrusts behind him were fierce and unyielding, each one driving deeper into Chris's ass. The friction caused his cock to throb, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Chris's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against Y/n's.

Y/n closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his body. He tried to focus on breathing, on keeping himself from losing control. But it was no use. The heat between them, the taste of sweat and skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding together, it all combined into a cacophony of desire that was impossible to ignore.

As Chris's movements grew more frantic, Y/n knew that he was close. He reached down, grasping at the headboard of the bed, using it to steady himself as he felt the familiar tightening in his core. "I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice ragged with need. "Oh god, I'm going to…"

Jisung's thrusts behind Chris became more urgent, his hips slamming into Chris's ass in perfect rhythm with Y/n's movements. He groaned, his breath hot against Chris's neck. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's own pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of being so fully stretched and used sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel himself on the brink, about to lose control completely. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, arching his back as he felt the first spasms of release wash over him.

Chris moaned, his body tensing as he felt Y/n's orgasm spill over him. His own climax followed close behind, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Y/n with his seed. The sensation of being so completely claimed by them was overwhelming, and for a moment, Y/n couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, their sweat cooling on his skin, their weight pressing him into the mattress.

Behind them, Jisung let out a hoarse cry as he felt his release, his hips thrusting one final time before collapsing forward, panting heavily against Chris's back. The weight of their bodies pressed Y/n into the mattress, and he reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed. He could feel the warmth of their sweat mingling together, the roughness of their skin against his own, the rhythmic movement of their breath as they struggled to catch their breath.

Chris's arms wrapped tightly around Y/n, holding him close as their hearts raced in unison. The afterglow of their shared passion filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Y/n closed his eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, the connection he felt to both of them. He could feel the dampness between his legs, the evidence of their passion still pulsing within him.

Jisung slowly withdrew from Chris's body, his cock slipping free with a wet, sloppy sound. He leaned over, kissing Chris's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down to his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this forever."

Y/n turned his head, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips. "Me too," he whispered, before glancing back at Chris. "And you know we could. We could stay like this all night."

Chris smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the weight of their combined exhaustion settling over him. "I don't know if I could move right now," he murmured, arching his back slightly as Y/n's hand traced lazy circles over his chest.

Y/n smiled, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to Chris's lips. "Well, we're all here together, so we've got plenty of time to rest," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company for a while."

hi hi~ me again... sorry

I was wondering if maybe you'd consider writing something for me again?

I was hoping for maybe something with poly Chan and Jisung x ftm reader where the three of you get into a MAJOR fight and y'all ignore each other, sleeping separately, avoiding eachother etc. after it bc you're all unable to fully calm down until they find you crying and rush to comfort you just to find out your crying from being so pent up and unable to get off without them and they help you with angry makeup sex?

Kiss And Make Up

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Paring: Top!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Little Angst First, Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The air was heavy with tension, the walls seeming to close in around them. It was as if the very fabric of their lives had begun to unravel, threadbare and worn. The three of them stood in the living room, not daring to look at one another, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of their secrets pressing down on their shoulders like an unbearable burden.

Jisung and Chan, both members of the popular K-pop group Stray Kids, had been neglecting their relationship with M/n, the bottom in their triad. Their busy schedules had left them little time for each other, and they'd begun to take M/n for granted. The longer it went on, the more resentment built up inside them all.

Finally, they found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with tension, as if the very walls were closing in around them. Jisung and Chan exchanged guilty glances, unable to meet each other's eyes. They knew they needed to confront their feelings, but the weight of their secrets made it difficult to find the words.

M/n, on the other hand, looked like a lost child. His eyes were red from crying, and his face was etched with pain. He had tried to be understanding, to give them space, but the loneliness had been overwhelming. He wished they could go back to the way things were before, when they were a united front, a powerful triad that nobody dared to cross.

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances again, their anger momentarily forgotten as they took in the despair in M/n's eyes. They knew they had to fix this, not just for themselves but for M/n as well. They moved toward him, their hands reaching out to touch him gently on the shoulders.

"M/n, we're sorry," Jisung began, his voice barely a whisper. "We've been so selfish, neglecting you like this… We didn't mean to hurt you."

M/n looked up at them, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "I know you've been busy," he whispered. "It's just… I miss you. I feel so alone."

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances once more, their hearts breaking at the pain in M/n's voice. They moved closer, wrapping their arms around him in a comforting embrace. "We miss you too, M/n," Chan whispered. "We should have made more time for you." Jisung confessed.

M/n leaned into their touch, feeling the warmth of their bodies against his own. "I just wanted us to be together again," he said, his voice barely audible. "I felt so lonely without you." He pulled away slightly, looking up at them with pleading eyes. "Can we try again? Be a real triad again?"

Jisung and Chan exchanged another glance, their hearts full of regret and determination. They nodded in unison, promising each other that this time would be different. They would make sure to make time for M/n, to cherish their bond as a triad.

Gently, they led M/n to a nearby bed, their hands moving with a tender urgency. They stripped him down to his underwear, revealing his pale, quivering skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with emotion. Jisung and Chan could see the want in his eyes, the need for them just as much as they needed him.

As they knelt before him, their fingers danced over the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down. M/n's pussy came into view, wet and swollen, begging for their touch. His hips rose to meet their hands as they parted his lips, revealing his tight little hole. Jisung and Chan looked into each other's eyes, their anger and hurt momentarily forgotten as they focused on the task at hand: pleasuring their beloved M/n.

Their tongues flicked out, circling his entrance, teasing and taunting. They moved in perfect unison, their hands gripping his hips as they began to thrust inside him. M/n let out a strangled moan, his back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through him. His pussy clamped down on their fingers, milking them for every ounce of pleasure.

Jisung gazed up at M/n, his eyes full of adoration and regret. "I'm sorry I've been so distant," hem stood up and whispered into M/n's ear, his voice thick with emotion. "I should have made more time for us." He moved his hand to cup M/n's cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear.

Chan's heart ached as he watched the scene unfold before him. He couldn't believe he'd been so selfish, focusing on his own needs and desires instead of M/n's. He leaned in to press kisses to M/n's clit. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice raspy with emotion. "I should have been there for you too."

Chan stood up and moved between M/n's legs, his face flushed with emotion. He roughly parted M/n's lips with his fingers, exposing the wet, swollen folds within. M/n whimpered, arching his back in anticipation. With a feral growl, Chan moved his tip near M/n's entrance, teasing and taunting before finally pushing inside.

M/n cried out, the pleasure from Chan's ministrations mixing with the release of his pent-up emotions. He grabs Jisung's waist band, tugging him closer. Jisung's cock, already hard from the sight of M/n's wetness, slides between M/n's mouth. M/n opens wide, taking as much of Jisung in as he can. His tongue darts out, tracing the vein on Jisung's shaft as he sucks. His other hand grips Chan's hip, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside.

Chan's thrusts grow rougher, more desperate. He can feel the tension beginning to build inside himself, the impending release of all his anger and frustration. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. "I'm sorry," he pants, "I should have been there for you." His hips buck harder, his cock slapping against M/n's prostate with each thrust.

Jisung's hand tangles in M/n's hair, holding his head still as he thrust deeper into his mouth. His free hand grips M/n's hip, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His eyes meet Chan's in the mirror, and he sees the same regret and longing there. He knows they both have a lot of making up to do, but for now, this moment, it feels like they're back on track.

As the pleasure builds inside him, Chan's thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. His eyes close tightly, teeth gritted in concentration. He feels the familiar tightening in his chest, the impending release of all his pent-up emotions. He looks down at M/n, their bodies moving together in perfect sync, and he knows he's never going to let him go again.

M/n moans around Jisung's cock, his head rolling back as the sensations wash over him. His fingers dig into Chan's shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. He can feel the wetness between his legs, the evidence of how much he's missed this connection, how much he's needed them both.

As the pleasure builds, M/n's body tightens, and he lets out a cry that seems to echo through the room. His orgasm rips through him, shuddering his body as he comes, hot and sticky, over their hands. He arches his back, pressing closer to them both, relishing in the feel of their skin against his.

Chan's thrusts don't slow as he feels the tension build inside himself. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. He sees the love and need for them both reflected back in his gaze, and it gives him the strength to release, to let go of the anger and hurt that had been holding him back. His movements grow more frenzied, more urgent, as he comes, filling M/n with his seed.

Jisung feels the tremors run through Chan's body, and it pushes him over the edge. He groans, thrusting deep one last time as he comes, spilling his release over M/n's tongue. Their bodies are flush together now, sweat-slick and breathless. The tension that had been building between them for so long is finally released, leaving them both spent and satisfied.

💚💚Han and Hyunjin💚💚

⠀. 𐑡⠀𓈀⠀⠀ɤ 한지성⠀♥︎ 🐢⠀.⠀甘 ❜

♡» – 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍... ;¡🌱.

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♡ Because ♡

Prince!Jeongin AU

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Prince AU

Pairing: Y/n X Jeongin (Stray Kids)

Words: 1,8k

Warning: my first story so cRiNgE

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Jeongin opened the doors to the castle’s kitchen, immediately being greeted by the fresh smell of all the goods that were made in there. The cooks and assistants were now used to the young prince showing up everyday. They knew he picked you--the main chef’s daughter--up after his royal lessons, since he had been doing so for years. You grew up having the prince, who was a few moths older, right by your side almost all the time. From having tea parties with your stuffed animals, helping him with his royal duties, and him giving you a beautiful bracelet as a birthday present--you went through everything together. He's seen you at your worst, but built you back up and vice versa. Naturally, with all the time you two had spent together, you fell in love with him. Yet, it wasn't one-sided, which is the way you thought. Jeongin loved you with his whole heart, soul, and being. You were kind to everybody, you were extremely smart, but also witty and knew how to joke around. For him, you were the most gorgeous being on this earth.

"Okay, so I planned that we would go to the library. I will finish my work and then we'll take a walk through the garden,” he said grabbing your hand and practically dragging you out of the kitchen. You chuckled and shook your head at the boy’s sudden enthusiasm.

"Library sounds great!” You exclaimed in reply. On the way to the library, Jeongin mustered up the confidence to hold your hand. The flustered way you looked after him doing so made it worth the half panic-attack he had. With a slight blush, you continued walking, smilingly next to him. Nervously fidgeting with the bracelet he gave you, made his heart swell with adoration. He felt as though you took comfort in the small bracelet, which made him beyond happy.

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After about three hours of actually helping the prince, laughing at his lame jokes, being told to be quiet and then being loud, the both of you got thrown out.

You ran in front of him, pulling him by his hand and feeling a wave of euphoria going through your body. You turned to to face him, a geniune smile plastered on his face. "So garden is next right, your Highness", you asked, slowing down , but still pulling him after you.

"First of all, I told you not to call me any royal name. Second, yes Lady Y/n garden is next", he replied smiling. You quickly glanced infront of you to check what direction to go. As soon as you were sure what way was the right one to get to the garden, you turned back to him.

"Why do you-", started to say when Jeongin interrupted you. "Y/n watch out!"

You turned around to se what he meant and walked into a something too soft to be a wall. You blinked a few times and looked up to see a smirking Bang Chan. Jeongin's royal guard.

"You should be more carefull Y/n", Chan said, ruffling your hair lovingly. You smiled up at the boy who always looked out for you when you were about to do stupid stuff. Stuff Jeongin encouraged you to do of course. "I'll try brother", you reassured him. You weren't the only non-royal growing up in the castle. Together with your father and brother you lived there. Both of them worked for the royal family, and so would you when come of age. You had no idea what kind of work is heading your way.

"Can we help you, Chan? We were about to go to the garden", the Prince asked, letting go of your hand and trying to hide his shyness. It didn't go unnoticed but your brother decided to not bring it up and just smiled at the scene enfolding before him. When he noticed your impatient looks he cleared his throat. "Actually yes, yes you can. Your Majesty, the Queen wants you in her chamber, Prince Jeongin", he answered the boys question. And now Jeongin was apologetily looking at you. You knew he felt bad for leaving, but his duties were more important. You grew used to that by now. "Go Jeonginnie! We don't want our Queen to be mad."

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Walking towards his mothers room Jeongin didn't miss the unusally high number of guards standing in front of ballroom. Deciding not to care he walked past the guards with narrowed eyebrows and made the rest of the way to his mothers room. How he wished he didn't. The way she sat so seriously, pointing to chair in front of her, told Jeongin this would not end well.

"Listen honey", she started off, "I know we already talked about this once, but now it's serious. We invited some princesses to stayed here for a while. I guess you didn't really notice it. But they noticed how much you enjoy you time with Y/n and", she hesitatet. "And what?", he asked fearing to already know the answer. "Well...", she didn't know how to tell her son, that he should lessen the times he sees his best friend. The queen took a deep breath. "You need to engage into finding a suitable princess now or we'll do it for you. Y/n is only a distraction. Do you understand?" He was frozen. He didn't move, neither did he talk. What was he supposed to say? "Oh yeah sure mother, I'll just neglect the person I love the most." His mother saw his inner conflict and sighned. "Their waiting in the ballroom. Make sure you're able to talk when you meet them", she said and left the room.

It took Jeongin a while 'till he got up and walked towards the ballroom. He didn't want another girl. He wanted you. "Stupid royalty", he mumbled, head low, but he knew his mother was right. His father wasn't really getting younger and Jeongin need to take over the kingdom. And to do that he required a queen. Maybe you were a distraction after all. All this time you made him hope something could happen, even though both of you knew it was impossible. "I'll-I'll just stay away from her. These stupid feelings are childish. She's the only girl I grew up with. Young love...stupid love", he told himself. As he approached two of the guards, Chan and Minho, opened the double doors of the ballroom and multiple heads turned to stare at the you prince.

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The next few weeks you noticed something was competly off. Jeongin stopped visiting you everyday. At first you thought he's just extreamly busy, more duties and more stress with his mother. But then you kept seeing him around the palace. If you two made eye contact he'd always look down and walk away. Honestly, it hurt you. But what hurt even worse was what came afterwards. That one thing that crushed you and broke your heart into millons of pieces; the new girl he walked around with.

You had to admit she was beautiful. She had long black hair, that was mostly braided. Beautiful blue eyes that you were sure a person could get lost in. Her clothes were what every girl dreamed of, and when she smiled or laughed the whole room seemed to light up. One thing you also noticed was the crown she wore. It wasn't anythig big, rather minimalistic to be honest. But you didn't need to see the crown to figure out that she wasn't a chef's daughter. You tried to keep yourself together, because you knew it was one of his duties. To marry a princess...make her his queen.

It had been two weeks and everywhere you went Jeongin and his princess, who's name you found out was Jiwoo, were the only thing you saw. It still burned when you saw them, but you got used to it. He didn't love you, but you were naïve enough to belive he did. You were his best friend. Only that. Now he doesn't even spare you a glance.

You never thought anything could hurt you more than him ignoring you. Boy were you wrong. One day you were supposed to bring tea and cookies into princess Jiwoo's room. Carrying the tray into the room you realised she wasn't there yet, so you set it of on her nightstand, not without having to push some jewlery aside. And thats when you saw it. Your heart burst into flames of pain when you saw bracelet sitting on the nightstand. A bracelet identical to the one he gave you once. You felt betrayed and absolutely mad. How dare he play with your emotions like that. Where you a puppet to him, that he could throw away when he found a prettier one? Uhmm...no. Even though you were angry, you couldn't help but feel tears flowing down your cheeks. You immediately set the tray down and ran out of the room. You were surprised where your feet were taking you.

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Jeongin heard insane knocking on his door. He furrowed his eybrows, put his book down and got up to open it. When he did just that, his eyes comprehended one of the most painful things he's ever seen. You were standing in front of him, your eyes bloodshot red and tears running down your face. He looked down and realised you were holding his bracelet in your hands. You pushed him back into his room and shut the door closed. When you turned back to Jeongin, you threw the bracelet at him.

"You know, you could've at least told me you found someone you love Jeong-", you started saying trying to stay as strong ad possible, though your voice quivered. Suddenly Jeongin got to his senses "Y/n", he said in a low but still audible tone.

"Oh no, Jeongin now you are going to listen to me", you said sternly, while quickly wiping your tears.

"Y/n!", he said it louder this time. You were starteled at his outburst so you stoped yourself from talking more. He picked up the bracelet and looked at it with tears stinging his eyes. He looked back at you. "Yeah, I should've told you. I should've told you about that beautiful girl I fell in love with."

You were close to breaking down again, when he grabbed your hands. He slipped the bracelet back on and looked up.

"That beautiful girl I fell in love with years ago, because she accepted who I am. Because she brightened my day just by smiling. Because that one time she made Chan attack Felix, thinking he was an intruder. " You started laughing and Jeongin just smiled down at you. He hesitated a second. "Because she is you." You felt heat rise to your cheeks.

"Do you need more of those "Because" or was that enough?" You smiled up. "I think that should work for now"

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To all of my fellow Stay's, I have a couple of questions for you. I’ve been thinking of writing a Stray Kid fanfic series. This would be my first ever. Would you be interested in reading it? And I am a 29-year-old female; I don’t know how old I should have the main character be. And I’d also like to make this a 0T8 poly series. So what would be a good age for our main girl?

Prescriptions of Passion

On a crisp autumn morning, I started down Fifth Street from my apartment towards Cozy Corner Cafe. At a cafe that brought comfort to the start of what could only be an already-predicted crazy week. Everyone else was sporting their cozy attire, and here I was in my scrubs and clogs, with the only "autumnal" thing I had on being my cardigan. I opened the door to the cafe, making my way to the cashier to order my oatmeal milk latte and muffin. I sat down and pulled out my book, deciding I'd try and get a few chapters in before work. The bell sounded for the front door of the cafe to be opened. I didn't even glance up. Then, after about three minutes, a man sat down in front of me. I continued to read, not wanting to give this man the time of day. When he spoke, "You know I've been here several times, and I've never seen you before," How original I thought. I finally looked up to tell this man I wasn't interested, but I was immediately baffled by his beauty. His long blonde hair hit above his shoulders. His lovely-looking lips, I so yearned to kiss them... I shook my head, realizing I had been staring and blushing up my neck. He chuckled a bit at my flustered state. "I come in when I can before work." I state not being able to look at him. "What do you do?" He asked. "I'm a physician at the hospital here in the city." He was a bit stunned, but he saw my scrubs and nodded his head. "Do you enjoy what you do?" There was genuine curiosity in his voice. "I do. I like being able to help people and give them what they need. It feels good to know I did something for them, I guess." He smiles at me, listening as I answer him. "Well, since you got to ask, I got to ask too. What do you do?" He only smiled, knowing he was getting me more engaged in the conversation. "I'm a model for certain brands." Of course he is; why would he do anything else? I couldn't see him having a basic desk job somewhere. He chuckled at my silence. "What's wrong with being a model?" "Nothing fits the career well. It would have been odd if you had said you're the CEO of some company." He continued to smile at me, feeling the pressure of what to say next to me. I looked away. "Look, I think you're very beautiful, and I came over here to maybe ask you to dinner sometime." I almost chocked on my latte. "Me?!" I was both confused and stunned. No one besides my mom has ever told me I was beautiful, at least not to my face. This just made him smile more. "Yes you. I'd like to take you out if you're okay with that." I had never been on a date before. Too much of my time is taken up with work and school. I never had the time, let alone the opportunity. And yet here this model was asking me out. Me, your basic quite nerd. Not knowing how to answer, all I could muster was "Uuuummmmm." "What are you doing this weekend?" He decided to ask. Nothing. I had absolutely nothing. "I work until five." I quickly answered. "I can come pick you up at seven." He asks. "That should be fine." I blush. "Great, I'll pick you up at seven, miss." Oh my gosh, I agreed to go out with him before introducing ourselves! Who am I?! "My name is Y/N." He smiled, bringing my hand to his soft, plush lips and gently pressing a kiss on them. I could have died right then with how beet red I probably looked. "My name is Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin." I couldn't believe my day was starting off like this.

Hey guys just thought I’d try this out. I’ve been going back and forth for days on this. So let me know what you think.