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Hello!, here I´ll be constantly adding recs to each m.list so make sure to check it out often for new stuff ;) btw, eeeeverything in here I recommend with my eyes closed and would 100% re-read so,, enjoy!

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs, luv you and thank you ♡ ྀི

3rd gen

♡ BTS

♡ SEVENTEEN

♡ MONSTA X

♡ NCT 127 / DREAM / WAY V

4th gen

♡ ATEEZ

♡ TXT

♡ STRAY KIDS

♡ THE BOYZ

♡ ENHYPEN

5th gen

♡ BOYNEXTDOOR

♡ RIIZE

♡ANIME

♡NOT FANDOM RELATED

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main masterlist

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i´ll be constantly updating this list so make sure to check it out often for new recs ;)))

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ot11/poly

sunwoo

a hidrance to peace - crack, fluff, you suddenly realize once again that he fucked around with other ppl before meeting you, atrocious tbh HDCLIHFISH i love it, sunwoo gets jealous and its cutee

he´s jealous of juyeon taking selfies on your phone, text au

six-thirty - smut, fwb, possessive!sunwoo, lotss of dirty talking, he need some milk

boyfriend sunwoo is just so :(((((((((((((((((( I LOVE HIM

eric

swing my way - crack, fluff, eric is a young heir with a lot of money and a thing for pretty girl, you just happen to be a pretty girl working at the country club his family partially owns, I LOVE THISSS, it was such a refreshing, fun thing to read. I love the flirting, the gossip, the plot had me smiling the whole time

text au 1, text au 2 - love these

juyeon

running through the rain (for you) -FLUFF, he wanted to be romantic waiting for you under the rain, this made my heart CRY bc why is he so precious?? :( my mf baby

befriend the kitty -fluff, school au, bad boy x good girl trope, strangers to friends to lovers, it´s cute

split it open - smut, juyeon has a big dicc, reader is cock starved lmao, it´s short but it´s hot

classifieds - smut, android!juyeon, dirty talk, love the plot

hyunjae

changmin (Q)

changmin texting his idol crush - text au

a closer look - fluff, changmin doesn´t know what to do when you flirt with him so he´s breaking up with you sjsjdkdjskjd

new

simple gifts - fluff, slow burn, model!chanhee, assistant!reader, he´s soooo in love lmao, his love language is putting you in expensive clothes and accesories, this is such a nice read, not boring at all, love love love loved it

haknyeon

younghoon

kevin

jacob

sangyeon

face sitting - smut, e.r, idol!sang, he lit came in his pants from eating pussy,,, “Use my mouth, make yourself come all over my face.” WHEWW

like that - smut, fluff, another one about sangyeon eating pussy and i´m not even surprised, you know what they say about men with big noses,,,LFHUERIHRL.SUDHF lemme stop

one thing you will NEVER catch me reading is stuff about “xyz finds out you read smut about him” or “xyz reads your smut” or anything of that nature bc I would D I E right there on the spot if it ever happened to me like,,,,,

not him finding out I read rev harem werewolf fantasy smut about him and his friends 💀💀💀

The secondhand embarrassment I feel when I even THINK about it is tew much

hi everyone!!!

i have some (quite a lot) requests for scenarios with the boyz, so i'm going in order of request... i won't forget anyone and i'm thinking about each scenario with great affection 💜

focus | lee juyeon.

you think that having flirty, cocky juyeon as your lab partner is the worst thing that could happen. who would have thought it would turn out the way it did?

+ warnings // lots and lots of plot. fem!reader. some fluff at the end. slight corruption kink. reader has a thing for hands (because juyeon’s hands ASDFJAKJF). masturbation. virgin reader. fingering. oral (m & f receiving). eventual smut. unprotected sex. rough sex. filthy. dirty talk. swearing. juyeon’s hands aren’t the only part of him that’s huge. ;) + author notes //  hello! this is my first time publishing something on here, as well as my first time publishing a smut anywhere. i have never been all that confident when writing smut (i’m much more comfortable reading it) so i’m a tad nervous. i hope you all can enjoy this and if you do, feel free to leave positive feedback <3 it would be very much appreciated ;)

-------------------------------------- “...choi y/n and lee juyeon.” shit. as the teacher finishes reading off the pairings, you sneak a glance over at your new lab partner, seated across the room. he looks unbothered, his chin resting on his fist, which is propped up on the table. sigh. you didn’t not like juyeon, that wasn’t it at all. you just did not want to be lab partners with him. he was cocky, flirty, and could not focus for the life of him. you had worked with him the year prior for an english project, in which you ended up doing all the work. and it wasn’t that you found his flirtiness annoying, it was just that he somehow knew all the ways to make you absolutely weak.  the teacher instructs the class to move next to their partners and you let out a sigh. you never thought you would miss being partners with snobby kim yunhee, but here you were, already missing her loud chewing of her gum, and her unnecessary hair flips.

sighing yet again, you stand up slowly, gathering your things up, and starting the walk towards where juyeon was seated. 

he eyes you as you sit beside him, setting your books on the table with a soft thud. “hello, y/n,” he greets you, tone polite.

“hi,” you say back, voice smaller and weaker than you would have liked it to be. “are you ready to get started?”

juyeon shrugs his shoulders, his head now turned fully towards you. you broke eye contact as quickly as it started.  “um, okay,” you gulp, opening your text book to the page instructed. “we need to label the parts...” juyeon is quickly bored while you’re reading the instructions. instead, he changes his focus to your body language. the way you’re picking at your fingernails, your soft blue nail polish chipping off as you do. the way you were bouncing your left leg underneath the table. signs of being nervous.

“do i make you nervous, y/n?” he smirks, watching as your head lifts up towards him, eyes a bit wider than usual.

“wha...what?” you stumble on your words, confused by his sudden question. “what do you mean?” oh you knew exactly what he meant. “bouncing your leg, picking at your nails,” he points out the things you didn’t even realize you were doing. “signs of nervousness.” you quickly still your leg movements and sit on your hands so you stop picking at your nails. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you counter, looking at juyeon with fake confidence,

“you never answered my question,” juyeon persists.  “no, juyeon, you do not make me nervous,” you smile at him after blatantly lying. “there, happy?” he looks at you skeptically for a few moments, eyebrow raised, before humming. “mm, let’s get to work, shall we?”

you nod quickly, eager to take the attention off yourself. “yes, now, as i was saying,” you hurriedly switch your attention back to the textbook and start reading.

once again, juyeon lost interest. it’s not that he didn’t like science (though he didn’t), it was you. there was something about you. you looked so precious and innocent.

and he loved it.

“so, which part do you want to do?” you turn your head towards him, snapping him out of his rather interesting thoughts.

“hm?” he blinks softly, visible confusion on his face.

you give him an annoyed expression. “you didn’t hear a word i said.”

juyeon shakes his head. “no, sorry,” he apologizes, flashing that beautiful grin of his, as he scoots his chair slightly closer to yours.

how could you ever stay annoyed with him?

you let out an exasperated sigh, all your frustrations towards juyeon slowly breaking away. “okay, listen this time,” you tell him. “now-”

“you’re cute, you know.” juyeon interrupts, leaving you speechless with an agape mouth.

“i- what?” you blink rapidly, feeling your cheeks heat up. you hope that juyeon doesn’t notice.

juyeon’s lips curl into a smirk at your response.“i said that you’re cute,” he repeats, his eyes flitting down to your rosy cheeks, his signature smirk widening. “especially when you’re all flustered, like you are right now.”

you let out a huff and turn back towards the front of the classroom, your eyes desperately looking above at the clock. there was still half an hour left of the period. there was no way you were going to make it out alive.

“cat got your tongue, y/n?” juyeon asks, and you can feel his gaze on you. 

it took every ounce of bravery inside you to meet his eyes. when you finally did, he moved his face ever so slightly towards yours. 

“i ask again,” his voice was just above a whisper. “do i make you nervous, y/n?”

determined to keep your cool, you shake your head back and forth, not breaking eye contact. 

juyeon hums and sighs. “oh, well,” he leans back in his seat. “guess i was wrong.” he shrugs a little and turns his attention to the front of the class as the teacher begins speaking again.

you let out a big sigh of relief. being partners with juyeon had to be the worst possible thing ever. and it wasn’t just that he was impossible to work with due to his lack of focus, but it was because of the embarrassingly large affect he had on you.

while your teacher is still rambling on, you study juyeon from the corner of your eyes. god, was he attractive. if you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t think he was real. he was like a dream, honestly.

maybe it was his dreamy eyes that made your heart skip a few beats whenever he looked into yours. maybe it was his perfect lips that looked oh so kissable. maybe it was everything about his perfect face. 

maybe it wasn’t just his face that you were attracted to. maybe it was his large hands that you had moved your eyes to. his palms alone were about the size of your face. you couldn’t even imagine how good his hands must feel on-

“i think we should make a poster board,” juyeon says, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“huh?” you hate how stupid you sound and you mentally smack yourself.

“for the project,” juyeon explains. “were you not listening?” you catch his lips curling into that stupid smirk again.

“i...zoned out a bit, yeah,” you admit, offering an apologetic smile. “sorry.”

juyeon shakes his head. “not a problem,” he tells you. “let’s just get back to work.”

you nod quickly, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “yeah, let’s do that.”

juyeon wasn’t stupid. he knew that you were eyeing him up while the teacher was talking. he could feel your eyes on him throughout the whole thing. he was pleased that he could cause you to lose focus like you had been doing to him the whole lesson.

“since our element is carbon, we should explain what things carbon can be found in, where you can find it and where it originated, it’s number, mass, etc, etc,” you list, drawing a small diagram on your notebook of what you thought your poster board should look like. “how does that sound?”

“sounds great,” juyeon says, impressed that he was actually able to listen for once. “you really know your stuff, huh?”

you blush a little at his praise. “well, i like to think that,” you internally cringe at the giggle you let out. what were you, twelve?

“so, am i going over to your place after school so we can work on this?” he asks you, leaning over to you, his head still propped up on his arm.

you internally scream. lee juyeon. in your house. what was even happening? “uh, sure,” you nod cautiously. you rip a piece off your notebook page and scribble down your address. “here’s my address.” place the paper into his warm, much larger hand.

he smiles at tucks the paper into his pocket without even looking at it. “see you at around 3:30, then?”

“yeah, that’s fine, see you then,” you stand up just as the bell rings, gathering your things quickly. “bye, juyeon!” you wave to him before bolting out of that classroom before he can wave or say anything back.

the rest of the day is a blur. all you think about and look forward to is after school. 

so when the final bell rings, you manage to get to your locker, get your hoodie, and get outside the school in a record time of three minutes.

there was so much you to do before juyeon showed up. you’d have to change, tidy your room a bit (just in case he wanted to look around), and make sure your parents weren’t coming back from their business meeting in the next hours.

but somehow, after fluffing your pillows, making your bed, checking your parents’ business calendar, and changing into a comfy hoodie and some shorts, you’re still not prepared when there’s a loud knock at the door.

taking a long sip of your water, you set your glass on the counter and make your way towards the front door.

“hello, y/n,” juyeon greets you when you open the door.

you take a few moments to admire his outfit before letting him in. his black tee shirt was nicely tucked into his jeans that you wished weren’t so damn tight. his hair was parted, and styled the same as it was earlier. he looked unbelievable.

“...can i come in?” he asks you. little did you know, that was the second time he had asked.

“oh, yes, sorry,” you apologize and pull the door open, allowing him in. “come in, please.”

he smiles and walks past you, entering your home. he eyes the cozy color scheme, the various paintings above the furniture, and the antique lamp that sat atop a table. he found it all very interesting.

“so, do you want to get started?” you ask, nervously playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“i want to look around for a bit, if that’s fine with you,” juyeon turns around to look at you, eyeing you a bit more subtly than you did to him.

you’re thankful that you cleaned your room. “yes, of course,” you nod. “let me show you around.”

juyeon smiles as you lead him into the small kitchen area. “do you want anything to eat or drink?”

he shakes his head. “no, thank you,” he declines with a warm smile towards you.

you were surprised by how much of a gentleman he was being. you nod in understanding and lead him into the dining room. “this is the dining room, where i eat dinner,” you explain, face palming at your own stupidity. that was common sense, you dumbass. 

juyeon smiles and laughs a little. your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh, realizing just how beautiful of a sound it was.

you then lead him down the small hallway past your parents room and the bathroom, and finally to your bedroom.

“this is my room,” you explain, your voice a little shaky. lee juyeon is in your bedroom.

intrigued, juyeon looks around the room. he’d be lying if he said that this wasn’t the room he was looking forward to the most. something about seeing the soft pink and white colors of your bedroom, the small selection of stuffed animals arranged on the floor near your closet. it looked so pretty, just like you.

so pretty, and so innocent.

“so, that’s it!” you clap your hands together. “shall we start on the project now?”

“sure,” juyeon smiles at you, making your heart flutter. you were sure that he knew what he was doing. “lead the way, babe.”

your eyes widen and you turn around, quickly leading juyeon back into the living room, blushing furiously.

he had just called you ‘babe’. you were sure that you had died right there in that moment. it sounded so lovely coming from his lips. better yet, he was saying it to you. 

“s-so, i found this poster board in the storage closet,” you explain, gulping a bit as you pick up the board to show juyeon. “do you think it’s good enough?”

he smiles, not necessarily at your poster board selection, but at your clearly flustered state. “it’s great,” he gives a thumbs up. your heart does a flip at the sight of his large fist. oh the things you wished he would do to you.

“okay, let’s get to work, then,” you sit down on the carpet, annoyed at yourself for your flustered state being much too obvious.

juyeon thought it was cute, how flustered you were. he had always thought it was cute, since the first time you had worked together. he had wanted to spend more time with you, but your schedules never lined up, and your were in very different social groups. it would never work out.

“let me tell you something, y/n,” juyeon speaks, unintentionally cutting you off. “i could tell you were a bit-” he pauses, searching for the words. “-reluctant to work with me,”

“what makes you think that?” you rub your arm nervously. now look what you did, you probably hurt his feelings!

“you don’t have the best experience of being partners with me,” he says, tucking one leg up to his chest. “i wouldn’t focus for the life of me. and i still haven’t been very good at focusing.”

you shrug and smile softly. “it’s not your fault if you struggle with focusing, juyeon.”

he sighs and nods. “i’m sorry, though,” he apologizes. “you deserve someone who matches the level you’re at academically.”

“don’t call yourself, dumb.”

“i didn’t,” juyeon furrows his brows. “i just meant that you’re better at focusing than i am.”

now you really felt like a bitch. “oh,” you mentally slap yourself fifty times. “i didn’t mean it like that, i’m so sorry, juyeon, please, i don’t-”

“it’s fine, y/n,” juyeon shakes his head, laughing a little. “i know what you meant.”

“but, still-” you begin to persist. 

“y/n.” juyeon says sternly. you shut up immediately, looking down at the floor.

you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like when juyeon used that tone. you secretly wished he’d use it again.

“it’s fine, okay?” he says, and you could tell he meant it. “don’t worry about it.”

little did you know, there was more that juyeon wanted to tell you, but he decided against it.

the two of you spend the next three hours working on and finishing your project. it was actually fun, working with juyeon. turns out, you actually had some things in common. like the fact that you both like hello kitty and fashion, and that you both hate algebra.

“how does it look?” you ask, holding up the finished poster next to you.

juyeon nods in approval. “i think it turned out nicely,” he smiles at you. “good job, babe.” he winks at you, making your insides do cartwheels.

“would you stop calling me that?” you groan. “it’s cringey.”

“what’s cringey, calling you babe?” he tilts his head in a dog-like way.

“yes.”

he taps his chin in thought for a few moments. “if i didn’t know any better,” he starts, and you already feel yourself panicking. what does he know, your thoughts are filled with fear. 

“i’d think you have a little crush on me, y/n,” he continues, smirking that devilish smirk that you’ve grown to have a love-hate relationship with. “is that right?”

is that right? is that right? of course it was right. you were shit at hiding how terribly flustered juyeon could make you, and he of course caught on quickly. 

panicking, you shake your head quickly. “nope,” you reply.

“ah, really?” juyeon raises his eyebrows in mock surprise. “so if i called you cute right now, you wouldn’t blush?”

“i don’t get called cute often, i’d blush if anyone called me that.” you tell him. the first part is true, but the latter is false. if anyone else called you cute, you probably wouldn’t bat an eye. but when juyeon did it...that was another story.

“hm, okay,” juyeon nods, and for a second, you think you’ve fooled him. “well, if it helps, i do think you’re quite cute, you know.”

shit. you feel not just your cheeks heat up, but your entire face. “juyeon,” you whine in protest.

now it’s juyeon’s turn to panic. hearing you whine his name like that - even though you hadn’t meant it in that way at all - had his thoughts racing profusely. 

it didn’t help when you shifted your weight from one leg to the other, allowing him to get what he thought he was an undesired peek at your upper thigh. he was wrong. it was very desired. and so were you at that exact moment.

juyeon clears his throat, remembering his current goal. “look at that, you’re all flustered again,” he hums, admiring your strawberry colored cheeks. “isn’t that right, babe?”

damn it. double kill. you bite your lip hard as you stare a hole into your carpet. you thought you felt a small trickle of blood on the skin of your lips from how hard your teeth were digging into them.  “hey, don’t bite your lips like that,” juyeon tells you, one, because he didn’t want you to make sores on them, and two, because it was also one of the things that drove him crazy. “if you bite them off, how is a pretty girl like you supposed to get kisses, hm?”

you gulp as juyeon lifts your chin up with one finger. you felt his eyes looking into yours, but you keep your gaze on the floor. “i’ve never been kissed before,” you mumble, lowkey ashamed to admit something like that to him. “and i doubt i will be anytime soon, so don’t worry about it-”

before you can ramble on any longer, you’re cut off by the heavenly, unreal feeling of juyeon’s lips on yours. with your heartbeat quickening and your once fiddling hands coming to a panicked halt on your thighs, you quickly melt into the feeling.

juyeon was kissing you. for a moment, you felt like you had ascended. his lips were so soft against your chapped and bloody ones. you cautiously began to move your lips against his, following the movements of his and what you had seen in movies.

after what you wished was an eternity, juyeon slowly pulls his lips from yours, licking your blood off of his own lips with a small smirk. and you found that so unbelievably hot.

“w-what was- what did you- huh?” you blink several times, still trying to process everything, ignoring your unnatural heartbeat and the swirling in your stomach. 

“now you’ve been kissed,” juyeon says. the way he said it casually, like it was nothing. you wanted to slap him for being so insanely cool. “you’re welcome.” he winks again, and then you wanted to slap yourself for being so easily affected. 

juyeon pats your cheek softly before rising to feet. “i should get going, it’s almost dinner time,” he smiles at you one last time before heading towards the front door. “see you tomorrow, y/n.” he greets farewell, and then he’s gone. 

you’re left seated on the carpet, eyes wide, lips slightly parted. you weren’t even upset that juyeon had just left. you were honestly a bit pleased that he did, because if he hadn’t, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to control yourself. 

you check the time on your phone, and notice the oddly different lockscreen photo. did you change it recently? you didn’t think so. last time you checked, it was still that cute photo of you and your friend from your last time at the beach.

then it dawned on you. this wasn’t your phone. it was juyeon’s.

taking a deep breath, you get ready to knock on the vaguely familiar door of juyeon’s shared apartment. luckily you still had the slip of paper he had written his address on from when you worked on your english project at his place last year. 

you started having second thoughts. you could just give him his phone back tomorrow. but he’ll probably be wanting it during the hours between now and tomorrow morning. 

taking yet anothe deep breath, you knock on the door, ready to be face to face with juyeon yet again.

much to your luck, juyeon doesn’t answer the door at all. instead, you’re face to face to with a curly haired boy that you recognized as one of juyeon’s friends. he was a few years younger than you.

“hello, is juyeon home?” you ask the boy. “i’m y/n, his lab partner. he left his phone at my place.”

the boy nods. “yeah, he’s in his room,” he opens the door all the way, allowing you in. “last room on the left.” 

you thank the boy and begin walking towards the room you were informed was juyeon’s.

the door to his room is closed. you raise your fist to knock before you stop yourself, hearing faint sounds from behind the door. curious, you press an ear to the door, and immediately wish you hadn’t.

the sounds you were hearing were moans. and they had to be the most sexy, beautiful sounding moans you had ever heard. they had to be from juyeon. it was his room after all.

you couldn’t even imagine what he was doing in there. was he with someone else? was he by himself? you really wished it was the latter. 

you knew that you shouldn’t, but your curiousity and feelings were taking over your conscience. you slowly twisted the knob to juyeon’s room. thankfully it wasn’t locked. 

as you push the door open, open enough for you to peek in, your eyes nearly bug out of your head. 

there he was. lee juyeon, on his bed, head back against his pillows, hand wrapped around his hard cock, soft moans leaving his perfect lips. it was very much a sight for sore eyes.

you knew that you should, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. you watched as juyeon stroked his hard length at a fast pace. a little bit of drool fell from your lips when he let out a heavenly moan.

juyeon’s eyes were screwed shut as beads of sweat fell from his forehead. his lips were slightly parted, letting out the hottest sounds.

“fuck,” juyeon breathes out, his voice raspy. he bucks his hips up into his fist hard, the sight causing you to let out a small whimper.

he must’ve been going at it for a while before you got there, since he was close to his release. you could tell from the way his movements were staggered and his breaths were short and hurried.

the sight of juyeon releasing would be one always burned into your memory. the way his head flew back into the pillow and the way his mouth hung open, a sigh of pure pleasure falling from it. if you could, you would’ve recorded it so you could watch it on loop for the rest of time.

then you remembered: you came here to return juyeon’s phone to him. you couldn’t just barge in now and give it to him, no no. not after seeing all that you saw. 

so, you decide to wait a little, occasionally peeking in at juyeon, seeing him rising off the bed with a sigh. even while looking a mess, he was still ethereal. 

he had put his length back into his pants, thankfully, so you didn’t have to gawk at it anymore than you already had. and you thought his hands were large.

as juyeon starts walking towards the door, you take a few steps back.

“oh, there you are,” you smile at him, like you hadn’t just seen him in the hottest possible form.

his eyes widen a little at the sight of you. “y/n, hi,” he greets. “how long have you been here?” he asks. you almost smirk at the tinge of worry in his voice.

“oh, i just got here,” you lie. you dig in your hold up his phone for him. “you left your phone at my place.”

“shit, really?” he laughs and takes his phone from your much smaller hands. “i didn’t even realize. thanks, y/n.” you shrug. “no problem,” you offer a smile at him. “what are friends for?”

a smirk curls onto juyeon’s lips. “so, we’re friends, hm?”

“u-uh,” you stutter. you realize that you and juyeon hadn’t exactly put a label on your relationship, whatever it was. “i mean, i guess?”

he nods, leaning against the doorframe. “i see,” he hums to himself before looking back at you. “wanna chill for a bit?” “um, here?” you ask, looking around the small hallway. 

“no, in my room, duh,” juyeon crosses his arms over his chest. “i realize that we don’t know all that much about each other.” 

i know a little too much about you, actually, you want to tell him. “okay, sure,” you nod and grin softly. 

juyeon beams and your heart does somersaults. the smallest things about him made your insides act up. “come on in,” he holds his door open and you hesitantly enter. 

it felt a little awkward, being in the room that you had previously seen something out of a porno. but juyeon didn’t have to know that little detail.

“you can sit down, you know,” juyeon speaks, staring at you, who’s standing awkwardly in the center of the room. you notice that he had closed the door, making your heart start acting up again.

“oh, right,” you shuffle awkwardly to seat yourself on juyeon’s bed, which was rather comfy. you almost fell into it. “very comfy.”

he smiles and chuckles. “it is, isn’t it?” he hums, taking your place, standing in the middle of the room. his eyes were glued to you.

you feel yourself blush under his gaze. it was insane, the affect he had on you. even while doing the simplest things, such as simply staring at you.

“i hope you enjoyed the show,” juyeon says suddenly.

“show?” you tilt your head. “what show?” 

“don’t play coy, y/n,” juyeon says. his voice had the same stern tone from earlier. “i saw you.”

you feel your heartbeat quicken. what did he mean ‘i saw you’? “saw me...?”

“you didn’t just get here, y/n,” juyeon steps closer to you. “you were before i found you. you saw me while i was jerking off.”

you feel a knot form in your throat. “look, i can explain-” you begin, before juyeon presses a long finger to your lips. 

“don’t explain a thing, babe,” he tells you, his voice a few octaves deeper. “i know exactly what you were doing.”

“juyeon-” 

you’re shut up by juyeon’s lips once again, although this time, the kiss isn’t soft at all like the one prior. this kiss had more passion, more hunger. juyeon was hungry. 

he hovers over you, your back lowering against the bed, your lips staying connected. you didn’t even care about explaining yourself to juyeon anymore. the second his lips were on yours, all your worries gradually fell away.

your face heats up as he enters his tongue into your mouth, earning a small whine from you.

your arms come to a rest around his shoulders, a move you only know from movies. you honestly didn’t know what to do in this situation, since you had never experienced it before.

when juyeon finally pulls his heavenly lips from yours, you look up at him with big eyes. you hoped your need wasn’t too obvious in them.

your hopes were not answered. juyeon smirks at you. “you’re so needy for me, aren’t you, baby?”

you couldn’t deny any longer. you nod in defeat, looking down, avoiding eye contact with juyeon, who was still hovering over you, large hands resting on your thighs.

“mm, so i’ve been right all along?” he tilts his head in mock confusion.

“yes, juyeon,” you reply in small voice. you really wished that he would take his hands off your thighs before he realized the seeping wetness through your shorts.

he steps back and hums, tapping his chin. “hm, what to do with you?” he thinks, eyes finally landing on the unnaturally darker fabric of your shorts in between your thighs. much to your dismay, that cocky smirk returns once more.

“j-juyeon, please,” you let out a small whine, feeling no shame with your need anymore. “t-touch me...”

“touch you, hm?” he hovers over you again, his lips daringly close to yours. “touch you where? here?” he presses a hand to your heat, making you gasp.

you nod furiously. “yes, yes, there,” you look down as he slowly begins pulling your shorts off of you.

you couldn’t believe this was happening. it was crazy enough that you were in juyeon’s bedroom, and now he was touching you?

“oh, you’re soaked,” juyeon says, his words coming out almost moan-like. you could tell that he was as needy as you were, maybe even more so. he slides a finger down your folds, making you squirm at the touch.

“you want my fingers in you, y/n?” juyeon looks at you with a teasing gleam in his eyes.

“y-yes, juyeon.”

and with that, he plunges one finger into your soaked heat, making you grab his wrist with a gasp.

“just let me know if it’s ever too much, okay?” he tells you, voice softer than before. it made your heart flutter that he could still be so caring during a time like this.

once you nod, juyeon starts to move his finger, pulling it in and out at a slow pace. soft whines leave your lips at the feeling, and a louder gasp leaves your lips when you feel a second finger enter you.

juyeon doesn’t take his eyes off of your face, loving your expressions. he admires the way your mouth hangs open, and they way you furrow your brows from the pleasure. he listens to the sounds you make, every one making him spiral.

“m-more, juyeon,” you breathe out, voice shaky. “p-please...”

juyeon complies and adds a third finger, stretching you even more. you let out a moan at this, your head falling back a little. soft whines of his name leave your lips as you feel a tingly feeling in your lower regions.

“you’re close, baby,” juyeon whispers. you don’t have time to ask how he knows, because he starts to curl his fingers inside you, making you let out a moan that was louder than you wanted it to be.

you bite your lip, trying to control your noises, but to no avail. juyeon’s fingers were sending you over the moon. “j-juyeon, i-i can’t-” you stutter from the overflowing pleasure. “gonna-” you’re cut off by your orgasm arriving, your juices spilling onto juyeon’s fingers.

“good girl,” he praises you while pulling his fingers from your folds with a small squelch sound. your eyes widen as he takes his own fingers into his mouth, sucking your juices off. the sight alone almost made you cum again. juyeon studies your current state. your bare lower half, the small beads of sweat above your brow, the way you let out deep pants as you calm down from your release. “j-juyeon,” you make grabby hands for him, and he complies, walking closer to you. “l-let me...”

“hm?” juyeon raises a brow at you, acting like he didn’t know what you wanted, when he knew exactly what it was.

“w-wanna suck your cock...” you finally get out, blushing at your own vulgar words.

“is that so?” juyeon smirks as his hands fall to his jeans zipper. he frees his length and you feel your breath hitch in your throat.

you really should have considered juyeon’s size before offering to suck him off.

“i-i don’t think it’ll fit,” you gulp, your eyes not leaving the sight in front of you.

juyeon smirks a little at your comment. “mm, really?” he leans down and grips your chin gently. “we’ll make sure it fits, then.” he pats your cheek gently before standing up straight again.

you nod nervously and slowly grab juyeon’s length, starting to stroke it slowly after spitting on it. you want to look up and see his reactions, but you were just too enthralled in his body that your eyes refused to comply to your wishes.

“take it in your mouth now,” juyeon instructs, watching as you begin to open your mouth. “slowly.”

you listen to his instructions and wet your lips with your tongue as you touch the tip of his cock to your lips. you slowly enter him inch by inch into your mouth, gagging a little when he hits the back of your throat.

“shit,” juyeon groans, looking down at you. he loved the sight of your face filled with his cock and he wished he could see that view forever. “just like that,” he groans out as you begin to move your lips on his shaft. this was your first blowjob. today had just been a day of firsts. first kiss, first time being fingered, and now, first time giving a blowjob. you wondered what else could possibly happen.

as juyeon lets out small groans of pleasure, you decide to swirl your tongue around his length, seeing how the difference in feeling would cause him to react.

“oh, fuck, y/n,” he pants out, his large hand finding your hair and pulling it into a ponytail. “you’re so good at this.” you moan a bit as his praise, sending vibrations through his shaft.

you start to suck faster, juyeon’s tip abusing your throat, but you didn’t care at all. you were pleased that you could get such sounds from juyeon. his deep groans were music to your ears.

“f-fuck, i’m close,” he breathes out, his grip on your hair loosening as he pulls his hand from your head. “gonna cum down your throat, babe.”

you nod the best you can around his length, eagerly waiting to taste juyeon’s cum. you start to suck harder, causing his head to fall back.

“fuck, baby,” juyeon groans as he releases down your throat. you have no choice but to swallow his cum.

you pull off of his length with a small ‘pop’ and look up at him with big doe eyes.

“and i’m supposed to believe that was your first time giving a blowjob?” he peers down at you with a smirk. “that was absolutely amazing, y/n.”

“thank you,” you blush, looking away. you felt awkward now, because if you looked up at all, you’d just be met with juyeon’s cock.

“lay back, babe,” juyeon instructs you.

you look up at him in confusion. “huh? why?” you question.

“i’m gonna repay the favor,” he tells you, and suddenly you’re sorry you asked.

you immediately feel your insides tingle at the thought of juyeon eating you out. you squirm around a bit as you slowly lower your back to the bed, laying back as juyeon instructed.

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he smirks as he lowers himself to kneel in front of your folds, his head moving dangerously close to your soaked heat.

“yes, juyeon,” you nod your head in a small nod, gulping as you feel his hot breath on your sensitive area.

much like everything else that had happened that day, you had never been eaten out before. you were of course a bit nervous, but it was juyeon, so you had to trust him.

he licks a stripe up your folds, making you shiver at the feeling of his tongue. 

slowly, he enters his tongue into you, making you gasp from the odd sensation. “o-oh, wow,” you breathe out, surprised at how good it felt.

juyeon’s large hands grip onto your thighs, and that alone made you weak.

you tangle your fingers in juyeon’s soft hair as his tongue swims around your aching heat. “m-more, please...” you whine softly.

and just like that, juyeon is eating you out like a man starved. his tongue laps at your heat while his lips suck on your clit, causing you to let a very loud moan out of your lips.

“o-oh my god, juyeon,” you head lolls back against the bed, your fists gripping the sheets. you can’t stop moaning as juyeon works his magic.

you didn’t even notice when you came, until he pulled away, looking at you with cum around his mouth. you felt weak. you felt even weaker when he licked your cum from his lips, smirking at you.

“you’re so fucking hot, you know that?” he chuckles as he pulls his pants all the way off, followed by his shirt. 

you’re in awe of his body. you went from not wanting to stare, to not wanting to ever look away. “y-you should be telling that to yourself...” you mumble, pupils dilated as he hovers over you once again, tugging on the hem of your hoodie, aka, the only bit of clothing you had on. once you nod at him, telling him he can take it off, he does so.

“shit,” now it’s juyeon’s tur to admire your body. he steps back once more to get the whole view. he hadn’t even fucked you, and yet you already looked so ruined. 

“you’ve never done this before, right?” he asks you, hovering over you again, looking down at your big needy eyes.

“no,” you shake your head, looking around juyeon at the door. “what if one of your friends walks in? the door isn’t locked.”

“they know not to come in when my door is closed,” juyeon answers. “don’t worry.”

you smile a bit and nod, relieved that you wouldn’t have to be humiliated.

“i’ll start off slow and gentle, okay?” juyeon informs. he leans down to plant a small peck on your nose. “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you can’t help but blush and nod. “okay, thank you-” you begin to thank him, but your words are cut off by a moan as juyeon enters his length into you, his thickness stretching your walls to perfection.

you let out rushed breaths as juyeon stops his movements, looking at you with patient eyes. “tell me when you’ve adjusted,” he whispers to you in a soft tone. “so i know when it’s okay to move.”

you nod after a few seconds, eager to feel juyeon’s length abusing your hole. “you can move, please, move.”

you didn’t have to tell him twice. juyeon starts to move his hips into yours at a slow, but still very effective pace, since he didn’t even have to go that deep to hit your spot.

sweet moans leave your lips as juyeon grunts from the pleasure. “you’re so fucking tight,” he groans, his fingers leaving marks on your hips from how tight his grip was.

with every second, juyeon was breaking you apart more and more. and he wasn’t even going that hard on you. yet. “s-so big...” you whine hopelessly as juyeon’s size tears at your insides. you couldn’t help but ask for more.

“j-juyeon, c-can you go faster?” you ask between moans, looking up at him.

“are you sure?” he looks down at you. “i tend to get carried away.”

“please, juyeon,” you whine in frustration. “fuck me hard, please.”

you don’t need to say anymore. within a second, juyeon is pounding into you, making you scream from the pleasure. “oh, fuck!” you yell out, immediately covering your mouth, ashamed at how loud you were. you hoped that nobody else heard you.

juyeon rips your hand off of your mouth. “i want to hear your sounds, baby,” he says as his hips collide with yours harder every thrust.

you whine and bite your lip, your eyelids fluttering. you had never experienced so much pleasure before. you let out strings of moans, all of juyeon’s name, your hands coming to rest on his back and shoulders.

he looks down at you with a smirk. “look at you, just coming undone for me,” of course he had to be a talker. juyeon groans as you dig your fingernails into the skin of his back, dragging them down his flesh.

“juyeon,” you whine his name as he starts thrusting even deeper into you. endless moans leave your lips as juyeon takes you to heaven.

“you like being ruined like this, don’t you?” he asks you, a bit of a growl to his tone. he looks down to admire your body. he swore that he could see every ounce of innocence leaving your body. 

and he loved it. “y-yes, juyeon,” you moan loudly, your legs coming to wrap around his waist, pushing him deeper. “i love-i love it,” you take your arms off of his shoulders and instead return to gripping the sheets.

he groans at your praise, moving his hands off of your hips and onto your arms, pinning them above your head. the very action made you moan. “only i can fuck you like this,” he growls at you. “only i can make you feel this good.”

you nod enthusiastically. “yes, yes,” you mewl in pleasure. “only you, juyeon,”

pleased with your response, juyeon delivers harsher thrusts to your core, letting out groans and moans of his own. you just felt too good around him.

you felt that tingly feeling in your stomach again, signalling that you were about to cum. “j-juyeon, i-i’m-” you can’t finish your sentence, due to the fact that juyeon is fucking your brains out.

“i know, me too,” he groans, unpinning your arms and sliding his hand down to play with your clit while he fucks you. “cum for me, y/n, cum all over my cock.”

you can’t hold it in any longer and release with a loud moan, your eyes rolling back into your head momentarily. you feel juyeon’s rhythm start to get sloppy, showing that he is very close to his release.

juyeon thrusts a few more time, soft groans leaving his lips, before he pulls out, releasing all over your stomach with a satisfied sigh. 

as you both come down from your highs, juyeon lays beside you on his bed, looking over at you. “you’re amazing, y/n.” he says, making you instantly blush.

“thank you,” you smile sheepishly. “you are too.”

he leans in to kiss your cheek softly, his soft lips making you melt once more.

“i hope i made your first time memorable enough,” he says, playing with your hair that was fanned out around your head. “and i also hope i wasn’t too hard on you.”

“you were great, juyeon,” you tell him. “and don’t worry, i’m fine.”

he smiles and nods. “okay, that’s great.”

the two of you lay in silence for a while, just savoring the moment, before a question pops into your brain.

“wait, but if you saw me watching you,” you turn to face him with confused eyes. “why didn’t you stop?”

juyeon smirks. “i wanted you to see,” he hums, tracing patterns on your hip with his fingers. “i didn’t know why exactly you were here, but i figured, why not make the most of it.”

you blush softly at juyeon’s shamelessness. “you’re such a tease, you know that?”

“that’s the plan, princess,” juyeon winks at you, making your heart act up again. “that was always the plan.”

now you tilt your head. “always?” you question. “what you do mean ‘always’?”

he takes a deep breath before looking at you again. “y/n, i’m sorry for not being the best partner to work with. not today, and not last year. i never had trouble focusing with any other partners, and i had no idea why until it dawned on me after i left your place.”

“what did you realize?” you interrupt, eager to hear his answer.

“i realized that you are the reason i can’t focus,” juyeon explains. “it’s you and your cute little habits, like the way you rub your temple when something’s troubling you, and the way you play with your hair.” he stares at you longingly for a few seconds, and you’ve nothing to say, so he speaks again.

“i like you, y/n. a lot.”

you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. you wanted to reply but you simply couldn’t find enough words, so what you did say came out a little funny.

“i...you...like...lot...um, yeah.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers.

“huh?” juyeon cocks a brow at you.

“s-sorry,” you clear your throat. “i meant to say: i like you a lot, too.”

juyeon beams, seemingly shocked by your answer. “really? you do?”

you nod, smiling back at him. “very much so.”

“wow, okay,” he laughs softly to himself, giddy with excitement before looking back at you with big round eyes. “there’s something i’d like to ask you now.”

“go ahead, juyeon,” you nod, urging him to continue.

“choi y/n, would you like to be my girlfriend?” his facial expression shows that he already knows your answer. cocky bastard.

you nod furiously, your neck nearly snapping in half. “yes, yes, of course!” you throw your arms around juyeon’s neck, as he smiles and leans into you for a soft kiss. 

after the kiss comes to an end, you and juyeon both look at each other. “so, now what?” you ask, looking at him hopefully.

he shrugs and sighs. “i mean, you could stay for a while, if you want,” he tells you. “there’s a pretty big chance everyone heard everything, though.”

you smack yourself in the face, mad at yourself for being so loud. “shit, you’re right.” you groan.

“we could always just...” juyeon leans in again to plant a soft kiss on your temple, then one right next to your ear. “...stay here for a bit longer. i don’t think i’m done admiring my beautiful girlfriend yet.”

“oh, shut it,” you smack his arm, already feeling your face get hot. 

you had a feeling that you would in fact stay in his room for a while, and you weren’t even mad.

because now, juyeon was your focus.

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The end bro................

Just some random shit...

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To say he felt locked in was an understatement. A man should never go so deep as receiving pleasure all while smelling your sheets, God he was obsessed with you. The tight grip he had on the pillow as he smelt the ambary vanilla notes of your perfume you had put on. He could suffocate in the smell; he could drown in it. God, he was a mess for you. 

The thoughts of your moans running through his head, how beautiful they sounded...you were a sweet little angel. Touch starved notes hidden in your moans. He loved making you moan like that. Your mouth agape, his name leaving your lips back-to-back. The little bit of saliva painting your bottom lip after you nibbled on it. 

“F-fuck baby~ I’m so close...are you going to cum too? P-please say you are~!” His cock trembling as he reached his aching release. His hips bucking while feeling his body grow that quick tingling obsession with how tight of a grip there was on his cock. His bottom lip between his teeth, almost breaking skin at how hard he bit. His vision blurry as he finally reached his release... 

The euphoria now gone...he was once again in his room, smelling the perfume engraved in your throw blanket he barrowed, his grip on his cock loosening, and his heart thumbing extremely hearing your boyfriend, his best friend, making you cum in the next room over. He sighed at how pitiful he looked. A smirk soon grew on his face though...he had never had such a mind blowing realize. He had no shame. No guilt.  

Not Sangyeon catching them 🤭😭

[9:47PM] Jump Scare - (j.cm)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), bf!Changmin, cockwarming, mentions of dry humping, making out, groping, unprotected p in v, just the tip 😏, pet name (baby), something nasty happening with other people around. Word Count: 0.9K

A/N: based on this idea that was sent a lifetime ago. Forgot that this idea came from you too omg @snowflakewhispers HAHA Proofread once, this one was fun to write! Tagging @deoboyznet @aimeecarreros @winterchimez

Thinking about bf!Changmin, who’s got both of you in a… well quite a compromising position while your friends are around. Now don’t worry, it’s not that any of your friends can actually see what you and Changmin are up to, it’s just a naughty little secret between a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

It was an accident really, you weren’t supposed to be in this position with him at all. Changmin had invited you over to his place and at some point you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Making out and grinding into each other on the couch while a movie you put on was just playing in the background.

“Just a little bit baby…” He mumbles against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Min, we have to- fuck, w-we should be watching.” You whine as you grip his hair.

“The movie can wait.” He licks a trail from your collarbone all the way to that spot beneath your earlobe. “C’mon please? Just the tip? I promise I’ll be quick.”

“Okay fine, just the tip alright?” You sighed in defeat.

And just like that, Changmin gets off you and sits back on the couch, patting his lap with that mischievous grin on his face. You get up to sit on him, your back pressed against his chest as you start slowly moving your hips, grinding your ass against his semi-hard bulge.

His hands play with your breasts for a bit as he leaves kisses on your neck before unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. You lift your hips enough for him to pull your flimsy shorts and underwear to the side with one hand while the other holds his member, the tip rubbing in-between your wet folds and finally pushing the head inside your entrance.

“Fuck your pussy’s too greedy, practically sucking me in.” He groans as he slowly thrusts up, desperately wanting his whole length inside you right now.

“You said only the tip Min-” You breathe out.

“Just a little more promise, not all the way.” Changmin whispers in your ear as you lay back into him. He guides your hips lower, inserting more of himself inside. God you both can feel the delicious stretch of your walls hugging his member. Changmin continues to thrust slowly into you as much as he can go, holding back all his willpower to just shove it all in until-

Knock knock knock.

“Open up Changmin!” A voice from the front door shouts.

The sound startles both of you and you accidentally sink into his lap so quick almost forgetting that half of Changmin’s dick was literally inside you until you felt him go all the way in, the tip hitting that spot you love. You nearly moan out so loud but Changmin covers your mouth quickly.

“Stay still…” Changmin says to your through gritted teeth, trying to conceal the groan that was stuck in his throat when you fully sat on him. He scrambles to grab the throw blanket on the couch and covers you both while your friends start entering the apartment.

“What? Did you guys start the movie already without us?” Younghoon chuckles.

“Huh?” You both ask him simultaneously.

“It’s movie night lovebirds! Did you forget? C’mon!” Haknyeon chimes in as he plops on the couch next to the two of you. You subtly turn to Changmin with a panicked look on your face.

“Just keep quiet okay?” He whispers in your ear.

Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a night.

The whole time during the movie you try your best not to squirm, but as the minutes go by that task alone becomes more difficult especially when you or Changmin adjust yourselves every now and then, the tip of his cock nudging that sweet spot in you every time.

Changmin tries to subtly pinch or hold your hips whenever he feels your walls fluttering around him or when his member twitches inside you, a sign that he is also trying his best to keep calm and not make anything obvious.

Though, while you were panicking internally, seeing you in such a state and trying your best not to elicit any erotic sound was rather amusing for Changmin. He’s never seen you like this before and it was causing a little fire burning inside him, telling him that this will definitely not be the last time he would want to do this to you.

‘Whose idea was it to watch a horror movie?’ You thought to yourself. You could never stay still with these things, which was why it was becoming harder for you to not move.

And while some of your friends were talking, some focusing on the movie, a jump scare appears on the screen. The scene and everyone’s reaction caused your body to jolt up, making you slightly bounce on Changmin’s length. You yelp, but the sound of it was almost borderline erotic that you had to quickly fake cough to hide it and play it off cooly.

You’re stuck in your own thoughts, overthinking if anyone had noticed your near slip but Changmin, amused as ever, pinches your thighs, bringing you back to reality.

“Better stay quiet baby, or else they’ll know what’s going on under this blanket.” He whispers in your ear.

But what you both didn’t know was Sangyeon was growing suspicious of the two of you since he entered the apartment.

And now with that weird sound you just made along with the fact that you haven’t left Changmin’s lap since they got there, he can’t stop thinking if whether or not what he thinks is happening under those sheets is actually happening.

My take on Needy! Jacob

Needy! Jacob who watches you from a distance as you talk on the phone with your friends, grasping a pillow tightly on his lap as he patiently waits for you to finish. 

Needy! Jacob who does pretty much everything to distract himself, but the way you laugh and squeal with your friends keeps him from thinking about anything but making you scream as he fucks you silly. 

Needy! Jacob who tries to suppress his depraved thoughts as he hears you and your friends prolonging your goodbyes once again, slumping against the sofa with an adorable pout on his face. 

Needy! Jacob who paces around the apartment, stopping at the doorframe to your bedroom from time to time to see if you’re nearly done talking yet, letting out a depressed sigh each time because all he wants right now is to hold you while he sends you over the edge.

Needy! Jacob who forgets how frustrated he is for the briefest of moments when he thinks about how beautiful you are when you laugh, but he’s reminded of the tent in his pants when he thinks you look best when you’re coming undone beneath him. 

Needy! Jacob who re-enters your bedroom and settles onto your bed and nuzzles into your side in hopes of you remembering that he’s here and ready to love. 

Needy! Jacob who pounces on you the second you bid goodbye to your friends, undressing you with frantic hands while he describes how he spent the past excruciating hour imagining the positions he’s going to bend you into. 

Needy! Jacob who underestimates just how frustrated he was, driving into you with surprising speed and strength that the both of you didn’t know he had, and continues to buck his hips even when he’s completely spent and his seed is leaking out of your beaten cunt. 

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No words just emojis 😀🫨

My take on Needy! Sunwoo

Needy! Sunwoo who has absolutely no shame and walks around shirtless and giving you his bedroom eyes because he knows it riles you up. 

Needy! Sunwoo who leans over you to “grab something”, pressing his bare chest against your back, grinding his bulge against your ass and whispering the filthiest things into your ear. 

Needy! Sunwoo who manspreads on the sofa and stares at you so intensely, gesturing to his lap and tells you that a queen should be sitting on her throne. 

Needy! Sunwoo who only gets mildly irritated when you reject his advances, trying to remain patient because he knows that he’s hard to resist. 

Needy! Sunwoo who gives your ass a squeeze or a smack every time you walk by,  pushing all of your buttons to get you to come to him sooner. 

Needy! Sunwoo who sneaks up on you when you’re on the phone with a friend, leaving searing kisses on your neck and shoulders while he grinds against your ass. 

Needy! Sunwoo who ends up hanging up your phone and tossing it somewhere in the room, sealing your lips with his before you can berate him and clawing at your clothes as if he can get you out of them faster that way. 

Needy! Sunwoo who relishes in how you helplessly scream and cry at the ceiling, licking his cum out of you and getting hard at the thought of filling you up and over and over again until he’s got nothing left to give. 

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist 🤍

I will try my best to stay on top of it and update it whenever I post something new xoxo

Request status: CLOSED

Works in the making

Fluff= 🧸

Angst= 🥀

Smut= 🔥

Enhypen:

Heeseung:

I forgot 🧸🥀🔥

The locker rooms 🧸🥀🔥

Jay:

Mornings with you 🧸🔥

Jake:

Gimme attention 🧸🥀🔥

Sunghoon:

Work up a sweat 🔥

Please like me 🧸🥀

Sunoo:

Jungwon:

Don’t call me cute! 🧸

Forgiveness 🔥

Under the blanket 🔥

Niki: (fluff/angst only!!!)

Enhypen NSFW links - minors DNI‼️

Stray Kids:

The Boyz:

[06:36] | tbz kim sunwoo

» ​PAIRING: tbz kim sunwoo x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au, marriage au, non-idol au » GENRE​: suggestive!!!!, little fluffy fluff at the end (and the start), flirty kim sunwoo, sunwoo is a sweetheart who makes you blush, sunwoo who lends you his clothes to sleep » WORD COUNT: 2594​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: 10 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): suggestive!!!!, lowkey (?) domsunwoo, pet names (princess, bubs) because sunwoo can't control himself, a ton of kissing leading to a make-out session...in bed..., hickies (reader receiving) because s*nwoo can't control himself, pretty...thin walls, almost getting caught...by their child, you both are very much in love

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

hmmm...HMMMM---

thank you for beta reading @daisyvisions @justalildumpling and @winterchimez for reading and helping me with the warning sections!! 💕

You don’t know anyone with as much energy as you and Sunwoo at the break of sunrise.

“Sunwoo!” You lift your legs to your stomach, stifling your laughs down by clasping your hands over your mouth, “Wait wait wa—”

In response, your husband did everything but your request, continuing to bury you both underneath the white duvet and tickling the sides of your body, “I’m not the one that’s going to wake our little princess up!” He responds between your kicks and squeals, your happiness radiating back to him.

Just a few minutes ago in the warm morning, you still slept soundly in your bed with Sunwoo. Your face hid from the moonlight at night and the sunlight in the morning by pressing your forehead near his collarbone, and Sunwoo would keep you there with his hand on the back of your head. Sunwoo’s other arm snakes below the side of your waist on the bed and his hand on your lower back brings you intimately closer to him, caging you in his loving embrace. You, very much enjoying being the small spoon, had both your hands on his chest, occasionally clenching his loose shirt in your sleep to subconsciously confirm to yourself that your husband was still near you. Sometimes, when your hands would hold onto his material so hard to the point where the backside of the collar tugs him awake, he would dip his head down and kiss your eyelids, nose, forehead, and cheek before finally landing on your lips softly and comfortingly to make you relax back into your sleep.

Closer to the current time, Sunwoo wakes up to the unusually loud chirping of the birds outside the window behind him. However, his frown and frustrations all disappear when he sees his wife still sleeping soundly beside him. No one would be able to fully understand the amount of love that Sunwoo holds for you. Ever since you took his hand in marriage, waking up next to you quickly became his second favourite, most cherished, most anticipated thing that he would look forward to; a far second to your kisses and the way you kiss him lovingly each time. On the days when one of you would be too worn out from the day’s activities, your body would give up first. Even though it hurt to be going to sleep alone on the cold and big bed, you both knew that at some point in the night, the ‘I love you’ whispers directed at each other would never fail to put a smile on your faces.

“Hmmm…” Your husband hums to himself, closing his eyes once more and pulls you closer to him. His smile widened at your shampoo's familiar scent, and he couldn’t help but press his lips to yours, “Bubs.”

The deep giggles from across you finally made your eyelids lift, your eyes still squinting from both the light and the tiredness that is still in your system. You groan at the continuous kisses that started from your plump lips, now trailing up to the tip of your nose, your eyelids and back down to your jawline. The way you would attempt to hide your blush by turning over to the other side would be the start of the early morning chaoticness between you both.

Going back to the first dialogue, Sunwoo resorted to tickling you, still pressing light kisses to every part of your exposed skin that his shirt failed to cover properly. It started from your face, collarbone to your shoulder, and you continued to try to contain your laughter to avoid waking up your daughter in the nearby room. You tried to reason with Sunwoo to let you out of this situation alive, using your child as an excuse, but your husband only smirks more at your useless attempt. 

After all the tossing and turning in the bed, you were clearly out of breath, unlike Sunwoo who undoubtedly still had more energy to get some radiant chuckles to escape from your pretty lips—to listen to your voice that he loves so dearly and very much. Managing to finally get a break, you lay flat on the bed. Needless to say, your hair is a mess all over the mattress, some over your face which Sunwoo lightly sways away. There were no more signs of playfulness in your husband’s eyes, especially not with the way he crossed one leg over your frame, his knees now directly next to your hip bones, trapping your lower body as he looked at you with longingness and love. 

Sunwoo just smiles at your beautiful face and his hand automatically slides up from your hips, lifting the cotton material to place his veiny hand on your stomach. “Bubs.” He finally breathes out when you manage to hold his hands, your thumbs soothingly caressing the back of his hands in response.

“Hmm?” The skin contact from the pads of his fingers starting from your shoulder is barely recognisable but you are aware of how he eventually reaches your tired arms on the side of your body. Still keeping eye contact with you, Sunwoo feels the wedding ring on your hand, caressing the diamond he worked so hard for. It’s proof of his love and physical promise that he will stay with you until your last breaths, and the simpler, silver band around his finger that lays on your exposed stomach, is your love and promise to him.

The scene, the way that Sunwoo looks down at you at this moment, is highly familiar. It was the same look he gave you on the night of your honeymoon. The memory flashes through your mind, the light pink blush sweeping on the surface of your cheeks, and your heart beats erratically. Amused at the effect that he had on you, Sunwoo raises one eyebrow, simultaneously on the same half of his face, the corner of his lips lifting as well. A surge of confidence overflows you, grabbing both of Sunwoo’s hands without warning. Sunwoo didn’t back away from your figure, watching carefully at the way your pretty lips parted to let out a soft moan and a ‘good morning, handsome.’ greeting. Not long after, you closed the gap between your mouths, not to kiss him, but to feverishly run your tongue across his bottom, plump lip.

“Sunwoo…” Your voice calls out to him after and he uses a bit of force to tear your hands apart to intertwine your fingers with his, lunging forward to push you back on the mattress and pinning your hands up next to your shoulders.

“God, I love you so much.” Before you could even repeat the same words to him, Sunwoo dives into the crook of your neck and you whimper in pleasure when you feel the surface of your skin between his teeth, “Is this alright?”

You shut your eyes first before mumbling an answer, “M-Mhm.” It motivates Sunwoo to further paint your skin in the shape of his lips. The satisfying feeling makes you squirm under his unrelenting but still gentle touch. You whimper further as a response, your fingers tightening and your toes curling. When Sunwoo’s mouth lands on your left collarbone, you would tilt your head to the right, automatically giving him access that he gratefully accepted.

“Do you remember this?” Sunwoo manages to gasp out, his warm breath hitting your now slightly wet skin due to his intense feelings, “The night that you vowed to be mine. The physical marks that you couldn’t fully get rid of for two whole weeks.”

How could you ever forget? 

Thankfully, there was no need to wake up earlier or use makeup as your blouses always covered the evidence. Thankfully, Sunwoo was also nice enough to keep it within an area that would be easily covered with most of your wardrobe outfits—minus the spaghetti straps and lower neckline dresses which would drive him absolutely wild.

Sunwoo remembers all the marks that he made around your chest and neck area on that night because he’s thought about it: he wanted to place the marks that would just be hidden behind your work clothes but just enough that when you both were back home, the lightest tug would reveal the masterpiece that you let him put the night(s) before. The strategic plan made it easy for Sunwoo to recreate the marks and for you to focus on the parts of your skin that he is focusing on and will focus on.

But this time, it was harsher, more passionate, more loving. Sunwoo has been craving this moment with you, and even after he finished making his usual marks, he continued to trail upwards where he knew you would mewl and gasp at his touch. The new sensation knocks the air from your lungs and you desperately beg for Sunwoo to continue his act.

You cannot believe that a second ago, you thought you were completely out of breath. Because if the earlier events really did make you feel out of breath, then you didn’t know how to describe this one.

“Bubs.” You took note of the series of exhales on your neck that slowly but surely calmed down. Even with your eyes still shut, you can still make out the shadow above you, “You alright?” Sunwoo releases his hold on both of your hands, relocating his palms on the sides of your neck, caressing the underside of your jawline and a longer, passionate kiss that muffles the remnants of your deeper pants from before.

“More than alright, love.” When you open your eyes, the darker look in his eyes from earlier is completely gone. Now, only heart-shaped sparkles reflected the windows of his soul and you would both argue to each other that the other was the reason who put them there, “Are you alright?”

“Of course I am.” Sunwoo’s face closes in on yours once again, leaning his slightly wet bangs on your exposed forehead—it’s obvious that you both couldn’t get enough of each other. The anterior side of his forearm rests next to your face to properly balance his weight as he admires his wife. His other palm cups your still-warm cheek, “How could I not be when I have the smartest, kindest, prettiest and sexiest woman here? And guess what?” He buries his fingers underneath your hair strands, “She’s mine.”

“You’re such a flirt.” 

“You love it.”

“You’re right.” Slowly wrapping your hands around Sunwoo’s neck, you pull him to give an innocent kiss, “I love you.”

You allowed the calming atmosphere to fill you both, tilting Sunwoo’s head to lean his still-warm forehead on yours, the tips of your noses rubbing against each other as you both smile gleefully. The birds continued to sing their songs to each other, most probably waking up your neighbours and any houses with thin walls like your own. 

“Mumma!”

The couple quickly scrambles at the distressed screaming. The father jumps back on the bed, scurrying to hide his body inside the blanket with widened eyes on the freshly made marks that were growing darker and more evident by the second, “B-Bubs, your neck.”

Your hands fly to your collarbone, your own eyes wide at the realisation, “Oh shit.” Both of you knew that there wasn’t much that you could do, so you just opted for the fastest, but unfortunately nowhere secure, way of hiding the remnants by pulling the back of Sunwoo’s shirt to make the front neckline higher until it reached the base of your neck. You sat down on the excess fabric that you made to secure the new neckline in place, just in time for your four-year-old to burst through the door.

When your only child finally steps into the room with hurried steps, you take notice of her white fist around the bunny ear of her favourite plush. The snot runs down her nose and her reddened philtrum tells the couple that she has been wiping her nose for a while. The light grey fabric of the raccoon onesie that she had been matching with your husband now looked darker as the waterfall from her eyes continued to fall onto the fabric. The evidence of the stress that the younger girl showed to her parents made you both gasp in surprise. 

Sunwoo springs into action quickly, kneeling in front of his daughter to get to her eye level, “What’s wrong, princess?” He takes hold of her shoulders, gently applying some pressure to make his presence known to his little girl, “Did you have a nightmare?” 

She only nods furiously as a response, leaping forward for comfort in her dad’s arms. The bunny hits the back of Sunwoo’s head due to the force of the little girl’s arm swing, “I-I think there is a monster in the room! I heard mumma scream!” She wails, her shuddering lips pressed onto the top of Sunwoo’s shoulder. 

“Oh no no no, baby.” Sunwoo soothes your daughter who continues to let out broken wails and cries, drenching his shoulder in the process, “T-That wasn’t what you thought it was.” His heart swells. On one part, it was the admiration of the fact his daughter loves his wife. The other part was the nervousness that the thin walls did not keep the privacy of his acts within their four walls. “Plus, dadda won’t let anything happen to mumma.” He pushes the thought away for now, hearing the bed creaking behind him, “See, look?” With this indication, your daughter lifts her head to see you approaching the little family not too far away from bed.

You still had one hand behind your back to pull the shirt. But, you made it to the little huddle, tucking the shirt under your thighs before kneeling beside Sunwoo and running your hand over your daughter’s back. “Mumma is alright, baby.” You spread your arms open and your daughter lets go of her dad to run straight into her mum’s chest.

You readjust the heartwarming position by wrapping an arm around your daughter’s waist, tilting her body to the side and quickly tucking your hand behind her knees, letting her sit down on your own two knees as comfortably as you can, “A-Are you really okay?” 

The arm around her waist is now around her shoulder to make sure her body doesn’t slip down from yours. “I really am okay, baby. Thank you so much for worrying about me.” You continue to reassure her, pinching her cheek and successfully putting a wide smile back on her face.

Sunwoo sighs out in relief, the deep exhale from his body gaining your attention. From the corner of his eyes, he sees your frown and the disapproving shake of your head. In response, his lips inaudibly moved in all kinds of shapes and sizes, and his hands flew around in the air to emphasise that he was just as stressed as you were. You squint your eyes in response, your pupils darting to the four walls that made your bedroom, and Sunwoo nods in defeat as he understands fully what you mean.

You thought it was all over, the sun bright and happy along with your now composed family. But it was just the nature of children to be curious about everything they see. Your daughter speaks up once again, asking about the now bright red prints on your collarbone, even pointing to the ones visible to her. Sunwoo responded to her act first, cursing under his breath when your wide eyes met his mischievous smile.

“Kim Sunwoo!”

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[22:58] | tbz lee juyeon

» ​PAIRING: tbz lee juyeon x fem!reader » TROPE/AU​: established relationship au, non-idol au » GENRE​: smut 18+ (mdni!!) 🔞 just a tinge of fluff cause juyeon is momentarily shy after (...hehe) » WORD COUNT: 1764​ » ESTIMATED READING TIME: ~7 mins » WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!): food play (ice cream), temperature play (cold), fingering (reader receiving), literally a second of anal fingering, soft dom!juyeon, momentary mean dom!juyeon, cum eating, dirty talk, slight size kink, unprotected sex (be safe everyone!!)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

thanks for helping with the reading @sohnric, @winterchimez !!

head empty...no thoughts...

happy birthday, lee juyeon!!

head empty...no thoughts...

i'm so shy right now bye—

This was not how you thought the Neapolitan ice cream cake would be used.

There's no sweet taste in the valley that splits your breasts. Nothing but the taste of sweat and Juyeon’s fragrant exhales, the remnants of his birthday treat from his mouth, as he buries his face between your freed chest. He kisses your skin softly, roughly contrasting to the movements of his trailing hands from your stomach, down to your covered core.

He wastes no time, hooking the crotch area of your panties aside with his middle finger, plunging his pointer inside of you, and trudging the inside of your walls. The touch that his skin gave lingers on your dripping cunt and the top of your head meets the marbled countertop once again.

Your hands fly to the side of your body, trying to grab something from the pleasure building as Juyeon unhooks the middle finger to follow the motions of his pointer.

Pulling out slowly, pushing it back in even slower but deeper each Juyeone.

“Oh my God.” Finding nothing to grab so you mess up his still product-filled hair. Your hardworking boyfriend didn’t even bother changing out of his work clothes, opting to work on your body as soon as you greeted him. In fact, you’re surprised that he at least threw his collared button out, his black everyday tie on top of the puddle of clothing.

It sucks that he did that because maybe then if any of the ice cream colours stain his white shirt, maybe he could explain the backstory to his workmates.

Your closed eyes allow your senses to be directed to the warmth that his body gave yours: Juyeon’s tongue that leaves wet, messy suctioned kisses from your chest all the way to your navel, his one free hand that grips the side of your thigh, the other hand bringing you closer to the end as the pad of this thumb presses and circles on your sensitive clit. His pinky is what drove you feral, frozen halfway in your other hole and the other three fingers pushed you closer to your climax.

“Oh, you're so fucking…” Juyeon groans at your mewls, feeling the painful grip that his pants held onto his growing cock. “You’re drenched, bubs.”

“J-Juyeon.” You gasp his name, begging for more of his touch.

Your boyfriend shakes his head, still smiling at you sweetly. He detaches his face from your abdomen and makes eye contact with you. If it wasn't for the way you're laid tiredly but still very much horny, for the way that both your chests are exposed to each other, for the way that Juyeon snakes an arm behind you to get you to sit prettily at the edge of the counter, then his twenty-sixth birthday would have been so innocent.

But here he is, kneeling on the floor, a spoonful of the dessert in his hand as he trails the metal edge on the inside of your thighs. It trails from your midthigh, his tongue following closely behind the ombre colours, reflexively making your legs close. 

The temperature makes you squirm, an added unexpected stimulation that you are enjoying. 

“I see.” Juyeon takes a mental note of the added list of things that leave you breathless.

Finally, the back of the curved utensil hovers above your aching clit. Juyeon looks up, giving the most bright yet lust-filled gaze at you. His thumb stops his abuse for a second, replacing it with the cold instead—thank God the edge of the table is within reach, or else you would have melted already.

If it wasn't enough seeing you all ruined, Juyeon straightens his legs, his mind already wanting to see something else coated in the dessert—coat your hardened nipples the same way that he did just before. For a second, he steps back to admire his work, admiring your half-lidded eyes and rapid breathing.

“Oh.” He coos, his hand below going faster on you. “Ohh,” he says once more, feasting on the chocolate, strawberry and vanilla on your nipples.

A palm presses onto your back, plunging you to the crevices of his face. “Shit!” It's when you realise that he suspends your buds between his teeth along with the aggressive sucking that alternates between. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Not another warning is given as your insides give up, the liquid squirting to make a cloudy pink and brown mess on his hand. Juyeon grunts at the sight, now finished with his appetiser.

“Baby.” He warns, and you see the darkness in his eyes. “Did I tell you to let go?”

“I-I’m—” Your back hits the surface again. “J-Ju—” A hand presses on your collarbone, keeping you in place as your hands fly to wrap around his veiny, muscular arms.

You're greeted with the sight of Juyeon’s bangs covering his hungry desire and when your eyes lower past his defined abs, you salivate at the way he pulls his cock out from his half-down trousers and the way it is immediately enwrapped in his fist. 

“I haven't even gotten a taste of you yet and you're already making a mess.” It's frustrating to him as it's something that he's been wanting for so long. “You're not such a good girl, after all.”

The precum leaks from the slit of his penis, the foreskin coming up and down to coat the natural lube on the rest of his length. He forces you to look at him, the fact of the mess that you've created.

“Do something, please.”

“You bet I will.” 

Juyeon's fingers dig into your skin, and you scream at how he matches the force with his hips. He rams into you, not caring about adjusting your small size to his humongous one.

Marking you on your neck and jawline, going past his unfinished dessert on your nipple—on an urgent mission to make it bright purple and blue to the point where you'll have to sit for hours in front of your makeup to cover them up.

It makes you scream each time he degrades you, calling you his “favourite slut” as if he had another woman to fuck. He whispers seductively to your ear, grunting each time his balls hit your ass. “Enjoying this a little bit too much?”

“N-No.” You lie, biting your bottom lip with the top row of your teeth. “Juyeon! Oh my fucking God!”

“You're so pretty.” Ramming into your body harder and faster. “You're so small that I can see my body inside you.” To prove his point, he pushes on your stomach and you whine at the press, feeling his girth deep inside even more.

“Fuck!” Your legs ran out of strength and Juyeon menacingly smiled, throwing your limbs to rest on his shoulder. “You fucking---”

He presses his lips to yours, stopping your dirty mouth from finishing. “It's not nice to curse the birthday boy on his day, bubs.”

The endearing name would've been great if you were not literally folding against him right now.

“But yes, I will make sure I fuck you,” Your grip his shoulder knowing what's next.

“and I'll fuck you,” Juyeon’s hands cage your waist, pulling you to the edge of the furniture for easier access to your womb.

“so hard,” a thrust, one that makes you drool.

“and so fast,” your boobs move and jiggle faster as he picks up his pace, following the pulls and pushes that he exerts on your half-ruined body.

“to the point that you'll pass out faster than the ice cream cake.” 

Juyeon does work on your body, squirming at your tight grip, listening to your screaming for a certain Holy figure and a bunch of affirmative words spilling out of you as he finally finishes licking your chest clean.

“I'm so close.” You manage to announce between your pants. The sweat trickles down from your back, the arch of your posture cooking you. “Let me cum, Juyeon. Please, please, please.”

“If you cum now, I’m cumming inside of you,” A smirk plays on his lips as you roll your eyes, your legs trembling. Juyeon dips his chest down to yours, allowing him to bury himself into your tight body each he’s fully in. “Though it seems like something you want.”

And then…

“Cum for me, you destroyed slut.” 

Juyeon physically feels the way your body loosens, mixing your release with his inside your pussy. The feeling is serene and peaceful, perfect after the seemingly long marathon that always leaves you craving more of him every time. He hums and smiles on your skin with satisfaction when you smile at him after you've fully come down.

With the last few energy in him, he attaches your lips with his, muffling and swallowing your moans as his softened member slowly pulls out while his hand closes on your hole to contain the remnants of his love for you.

“Juyeon?” You ask through your fluttering eyelashes.

He hums, pressing a quick kiss once more before dropping his knees to the ground, worshipping the beautiful mess he created. His opened mouth encircles the opening of your vagina, and his throat sucks you clean.

“Oh.” You gasp out pleasurably, the loose strings being cleaned with just enough pressure. It satisfies you even more when his nose nudges on your overstimulated clit, his tongue swiping across fastly right after to clean the small bit of ice cream that still hung on for him to lick.

Juyeon stands before your tired body, his palms resting on the table next to your waist to support his body and though he broke your body in the best way possible, your elbows successfully bring you closer to him. It amuses you when the redness of his cheeks makes its way onto his face, and you giggle before resting your forehead on his.

“Don't be shy.” You reassure him, arms making their way around his neck. “That was amazing.”

His eyes shape into crescent moons, glad that you enjoyed the moment as much as he did. Juyeon pressed his lips against yours, inviting your own to automatically separate. But just when you could relish the passionate but innocent kiss at what you thought was to be the end of the lust-filled day, Juyeon pushes the mixed juice of your lower bodies into you. His tongue swipes where he can reach and he keeps emptying the load inside his throat into yours, pushing the sweet taste down with the help of gravity when he tilts your head up.

“Happy Birthday to me.” 

Before his hand picks up his straightening cock once more.

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cupid's mistake | tbz kim sunwoo

“Now that’s a mistake that I can live with.”

​PAIRING » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader (ft. nct's na jaemin) TROPE/AU » friends to lovers, non-idol au!, high school au! GENRE »​ THIS WAS SO FLUFFY UWU, but also add those angsts!!, SLIGHTLY suggestive (one makeout scene, sunwoo leaves kissing marks near your collarbones), love triangle...?, (kinda) slowwww burn, i love supportive and attentive sunwoo who gives so much love to the reader, MUTUAL PINING (they're both blind aye), sunwoo is an idiot because he PUSHES THE READER AWAY GRRR, cliché cause i live for this hehe, sunwoo babysits the reader's little bro (cutie sunwoo), sunwoo is the type to give the reader physical space because she's overwhelmed, reader blushing at sunwoo, a terrible attempt at comedy, oh...i think i'm in love with kim sunwoo again (i literally changed my bias to hyunjae like a month ago---) WORD COUNT » 13,061 (hi yes, izzy is entering her long wc era!!)​ ESTIMATED READING TIME » i'm scared to put this down 😭 forgive me!! WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » suggestive!!, reader is a lightweight (not sure if this is a warning), reader uses alcohol to distract herself (sunwoo will come to the rescue tho!; of legal age), reader has a bad schema for men, incredibly fast proofread once

navi/masterlist!! 🤍 part of 'especially to you...'

hands down the hardest story i've EVER written (including my 40+ wips) and i stopped multiple times because it explores a huge part of my life that makes me super vulnerable. the internet may judge me after this but i'm going to stay strong for myself; they don't know what i've been through.

i'm glad that i have met idols who have at least helped my schema for men. mark lee, na jaemin, cho seungyoun (woodz), lee jaehyun (hyunjae) and kim sunwoo (sorry i was so harsh on you 😭 i'm very thankful for your existence no wonder what anyone else believes and thinks; and people can believe what they want to believe because i'm tired of trying to make them believe something else).

izzy...

if there is one internet trend (?) that you should take seriously, it's that: not all men are the same.

and you know that. you've seen it with your guy friends and the teachers that you were close to in high school. they're not like the ones who hurt you. i know you're scared and with what you've been through, i would like to at least believe that it's valid. i really hope that you keep going and keep fighting.

thank you for reading @heemingyu @mmoonbaee !! love our chaotic trio!! 🥰

You’ve rejected Kim Sunwoo before.

Twice, apparently.

It left the rest of your friend group flabbergasted when they heard that you did something so incredible. When asked why you rejected the friend that has stuck with you since the beginning of your hellish high school days, the only response you gave them was a fake smile with your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes roaming around the room, avoiding the intense (and totally unnecessary) curiosity in their gaze.

The truth is that you really do see why people fall in love with Kim Sunwoo.

You agree with the fact that he’s a romantic person and would absolutely take care of his partner well. You can vouch for this with the number of times he almost faceplanted on the very non-slippery cement when he saw you on the other side of the road, excited to finally see his dearest best friend. You can confidently vouch for him when he stubbornly gives his favourite hoodie for you to use, not hesitating to make sure you’re warm even though he knows he’s going to be bedridden. You can brag about your best friend’s selfless personality, telling them how Sunwoo went out of his way to comfort you along the beach at night when you said you were feeling empty.

Out of everyone in the world, you’re the one who knows best that Sunwoo has always been a caring person. Like that time when you both finally became adults and he waited for his first sip of alcohol to be with you. Embarrassingly, you’re much more lightweight than you both thought but even though Sunwoo could barely balance his steps, that didn’t stop him from giving you a piggyback ride walk to your house where he also really embarrassingly this time, actually faceplanted in front of your mother as he misses the step down the stairs when leaving.

So yes, you understand why people have massive heart eyes whenever he’s around.

But to you, he’s just your best friend. One that you hope would be there for you every step of the way even after you go on to the next chapters of your life.

The first confession was a quick one, a simple “Have you ever thought of dating me?” from Sunwoo and with a playful disgusted look, you simply respond with “Ew, no way.”

But the second one is more serious for Sunwoo. His heart was beating so fast that it was strong enough to make his whole body fall onto the ground; maybe it would’ve been better for the Earth to swallow him up so that he’d never have to face you ever again. He didn’t know what took over him and where the sudden urge came from but he meant every single word that he said—and the hues of red and pink on both his cheeks show his true feelings for you (which you missed).

But maybe Sunwoo overestimated how confident he could be around you because as soon as he sputtered “I like you. Should we start dating?” He saw the way your fingers stopped their aggressive tapping on the black squares of your keyboard, freezing and halting for a bit more before your shocked eyes met his nervous ones. Scared to ruin this perfect friendship that he already has with you, he backs out of his words, shaking his head and letting out his forceful rehearsed laugh that got you both kicked out of the library. Though the day could have been the start of something new, he still relished the way he managed to hear at least the rapid complaints fly out of your lips. You’ve been stressed out over the English essay that you’ve been so distant, so at least even though you beat him in a game or rock-paper-scissors for food, the empty wallet that he’s left with after, filled the loneliness in his heart.

Gosh even when you’re mad, he finds you adorable.

But it’s been three years since the second confession and now three years after, Kim Sunwoo is still next to you. Call him a loser—a hopeless romantic—but he would argue the term, telling the people around him that he has his reasons.

“What are we doing for Valentine’s Day?”

The question is not a weird one between you both. Maybe you should’ve said the just-friends boy and girl version of ‘Galentine’s Day’ or whatever the kids these days call it because Sunwoo’s heartbeat would always spike at the mention of the couple’s holiday. He’s always spent the day with you and how could you refuse when he assures you that you can leave your wallet at home?

In truth, he just didn’t want other people to take you out. He tried to fathom the image of you receiving that giant teddy bear, a heart-patterned bow around the neck and maybe the word ‘love’ embroidered on its fluffy white tummy. The only smile in his head is yours and the date that is not him, and he couldn’t help but notice the constricting muscle around his heart and the churning of his stomach.

Kim Sunwoo will always root for you. If your happiness is with someone else, then he wouldn’t dare to take that away from you. He just wants to let you know his true feelings someday—if he could.

Sunwoo swivels his chair around, a quiet hum gave out as an answer for now. He hasn’t thought much about this year, his part-time job and full-time high school student occupying his thoughts a bit too much more than he would like. Usually, he would have a list of things to do but as responsibilities piled up, the wants decreased and with how you’re practically stuck with each other either way, he manages to check off most of the things in his places to go list.

You’re unaware of the longing eyes that fixed upon you as you kept your eyes directed to the ceiling, phone raised above your eyes. You made yourself comfortable on Sunwoo’s bed, his blanket going past your chest and covering your lower body from the blasting air conditioner. Your arms are getting a bit sore but you just want to know if the main characters in the drama would kiss soo—

“Alright, that’s enough internet for you today.” The device is snatched out of your hands, your arms cheering in relief as they plop down on the bouncy material. In refute to his actions, your back straightens but everything happened in a quick three-second interval that you didn’t realise that Sunwoo was already bending down and your forehead collided with his. “Oh my Go—” Sunwoo exclaims, his butt hitting the floor in surprise.

“Serves you right!” You exclaim, begrudgingly rubbing the area with your palm. “Why were you so close?!”

“I was telling you stuff but you weren’t paying attention!”

“You could’ve shouted it!”

“I called your name thrice?!”

“Oh my God! Okay, what was it that you wanted to say?”

All words get stuck in his throat. Even though his head and bottom hurt with the two critical hits at the most unexpected time, he couldn’t help but shy his face away with the way you blew the loose strand that blocks your vision, paired with the slight jut of your little lip as you turn your attention to him.

Sunwoo stutters, gulping when he sees your raised eyebrows from the corner of his eye. “U-Up to you.” Another gulp and wandering eyes, “Is there nothing you want to do?”

“Oh but,” you recall the favour that your mum asked from yesterday. “My mum asked if I could babysit my brother because she has plans already.” Heaving an apologetic sigh, feeling bad for letting Sunwoo down.

“Hey no,” an idea comes to mind as he leisurely crosses his legs. “I love your brother! How about we just spend the day together with him?”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously to the comment he once made about kids, “I thought you said you hate kids.”

“No, I said I hate those who are cuter than me.”

A scandalous gasp from you, “Are you calling my brother ugly?! I’m telling him and my mu—”

“No!” Realising his mistake, he quickly untangles his legs and tackles you back down on the bed instantly, his bigger build toppling over yours easily. “That’s not what I meant! He's an exception!” It's unclear whether his sobs are real or not at this point. “Your mum loves me! Don’t do this to me!”

“Get off me, you stinky raccoon!”

The gym resonates with the squeaks of sixty-something shoes on its polished surface. The sound easily makes you squirm, hating that it screeches against your eardrums so violently. A chuckle is heard at the sight of the displeasure written on your face.

“Very annoying.” The honey-like voices your thoughts. “Would you like to borrow my headphones for a while?”

Instantly, you’re met with his popular gummy smile, the one that swoons everyone in your school. If people aren’t swooning over your best friend, they most probably are falling for the man who made himself comfortable next to the gym steps where you sat. His features are nothing like Sunwoo’s, softer and more approachable with the way his eyes sparkle even more with the help of the shine from above. Because this isn’t sport class, he wears his everyday uniform, his collar is properly presented and not a single speck of ramen soup makes its mark on the annoyingly white cotton. Even with the physical exercise he did, he still looks dashing and neat, wondering how his messy hair still looks attractive—but then again, men with messy hair have always captivated your heart. Jaemin’s kind personality is the final cherry on top and with how you usually have conversations like these when he’s benched or having a break, you’re certainly one of the girls who is attracted to him in no time. Your brown eyes travel further down his dazzling smile, to the black headset on his open palm.

A wave from Na Jaemin to your dazed face pulls you back to reality and you nod wordlessly to the question before. Like the gentleman he is, Jaemin doesn’t even ask you to turn to him but instead adjusts to your line of vision, slightly making the gap between the earpads bigger before resting the cushion perfectly for you. The way he did so was gentle, even tucking your hair strands behind your ear.

“Better?” Another wordless nod. Jaemin lets out an airy chuckle at your pursed lips, moving back beside you. “Here for Sunwoo?”

“And to kill time, I suppose.”

Your eyes wander back to the boy who’s working hard on the soccer field. It’s a usual routine for you to wait for his weekly soccer training so that you both can walk home together. Usually at this time, your nose would be buried in your textbooks, catching up on the work you missed due to the lack of sleep from the previous night. Usually, as well, the practice would be outdoors, the same squeaky sound being non-existent, the same one that ripped you out of your focus since the start of the practice round.

The whistle blares and the coach shouts at the team for a five-minute break. Sunwoo stops his jogging, hands on his knees as he leans to catch his breath while the rest of the team sends encouraging slaps on his back to their dear captain. Sunwoo sends a playful one back to their buttcheeks, the rowdy group enjoying the little gap before they have to get back in the zone. But this is when Sunwoo’s eyes fall upon his teammate and his best friend not too far away. His eyes soften at the way you just blink at Jaemin’s smile, betting that you’re not paying attention to a single thing that he’s saying. Unconsciously, he doesn’t realise how his hands clenched at the growing redness on your cheeks but Sunwoo doesn’t look away even when he walks to get his water bottle.

“Oh.” Eric teasingly remarks. “That’s not a good look, Sunwoo.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles back to his closest teammate. Even though he forces his back on you, he can’t help but steal obvious lovesick glances back.

“Jaemin said he’s going to ask your dearest bestie out on a date for Valentine's.”

Sunwoo tries his best not to let the comment get to him. “Well, she’s busy already.”

“With you?” Eric questions his trailing voice. “The guy she rejected?”

“Shut up!” Sunwoo groans to the boy, swinging his arm around his neck for a headlock. “You’re actually so annoying, Sohn. The whole cohort knows because of you!”

The poor boy begs for mercy, sending hits to his friend’s stomach. And Sunwoo does let go, poking his tongue out at the boy after. Overdramatically, Eric sends one back, calling mischievous names to the boy who is looking over to you once more. He couldn’t force himself to look away from the vital information that Eric said. Without knowing, his feet stride over to you both, finally catching the words from Jaemin’s moving lips.

“Can I take you out on Valentine’s Day? Are you free?”

Sunwoo sees the gears turning in your head and he pleads that you would reject the offer, pleading that you didn’t forget your words from last night. He’s looking forward to the day, especially when he researched a bunch of things that your brother likes, combining with the things you like to make sure the day will be well spent. But the breath he takes stops at his throat when you just continue to stare at Jaemin with wide eyes. Sunwoo might’ve imagined it, but he swears he could see the corner of your lips rising, your head probably thinking of a fun, romantic date with Jaemin.

It’s obvious to him even on the other side of the gym, that Cupid has shot his arrow.

“Yeah.”

The answer didn’t come from you, the response was too deep to be your timbre. The headphones did their job well, masking Sunwoo’s steps and leaving you confused by the clear and loud answer he gave. Excited at the confirmation of your empty schedule, Sunwoo’s heart churns at the way Jaemin excitedly holds your hands, turning your confused head tilt to him into another blushing one. Unfortunately, you were unable to say a word to any of the two boys, the coach beckoning everyone in the team over for the final part of their practice.

Faintly, you hear Jaemin saying that he’ll contact you and that you can return his headphones tomorrow in class. You just watch the way Jaemin hops back to the rest of the team while Sunwoo follows closely behind, his shoulders slightly slumping as he drags his feet to make that noise you hate.

The walk home isn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Sunwoo acts like the gym didn’t happen and you raise your eyebrows at his suspicious actions of him walking slightly in front of you even though he still talks about the parts of the day when you weren’t with him. With the slight gap, you observe the way his front bangs slump over his vision, covering his sullen eyes. The hands inside his pockets continue to tense and he tries his best to ignore the obvious crease between your eyebrows. He doesn’t even question the short answers you came up with in his storytelling. Even now as you arrive at your front door, Sunwoo doesn’t bring the topic up, choosing to send his usual smile and ‘see you tomorrow’.

But you refuse to let his actions go. “What was that all about back there?”

It puts Sunwoo’s feet rooted to the ground and he feigns an innocent look. “You know,” he starts now with a smirk on his face, “Na Jaemin could totally figure out that you have the biggest crush on him with the way you looked at him with those googly eyes of yours.”

“I do not have googly eyes when I look at Na Jaemin!”

“Sure, you don’t.” Rolling his eyes, “You were close to drolling over him back there.”

You could tell that he was just avoiding the subject and prolonging touching it until you just let it go. “Sunwoo.” The tone of your voice tells him that you're seriously looking for answers, “Why’d you say that back there? I thought we were babysitting my brother together?”

“It’s fine.” He swats his hand in the air. “You go have fun and I’ll look over the child myself.”

“But I—”

“Can you just stop complaining and go in? I’m tired from practice.” Sunwoo cuts you off, turning the doorknob and pushing you in with small strength. “See you tomorrow!”

He does close the door on your face, ignoring the inhale you take and walking away before you start rebutting his words. But with that, you also missed telling Sunwoo of your mum who stands leisurely behind him and when your mum greets him, Sunwoo gets the scare of his life, yelping and crouching to the floor, a hand over his chest.

“Serves him right for cutting me off twice.”

At this time, you didn’t realise the ache in your heart, too busy chuckling at his misery as your mum helped the poor boy before he disappeared out of your sight with multiple polite bows.

Now, Sunwoo is left to wallow in his stupidity. The devil in his head even shakes his head disapprovingly and the angel desperately tries to cheer him up, telling him that everything will be fine but it has no effect on the distraught boy. He lets out all the swear words that he knows, mumbling them to himself, criticising his past actions. A headache starts to form and he is unable to walk a straight line on the well-leveled road.

“You’re an idiot, Kim Sunwoo.”

He replays the earlier scene. The way your eyes fall on Jaemin fondly, the way all words seem to be lost when he speaks to you and the way you freeze when Jaemin holds your hand in his. His feet stop dragging on the stone when he spots an ice cream truck and the sweet fragrance of your favourite flavour. Even with small things like this, he thinks of you.

He observes the two friends who approach the vehicle, recognising the uniform as the same as the ones he has on. Judging by the satisfaction on the girl’s face and the complaints of the boy, Sunwoo assumes that the shorter one probably won a bet or something. His mind wanders to you once more, the dynamic of his two underclassmen similar to the one he shares with you.

More calm and accepting that he has probably lost you to Na Jaemin, if asked why he still chooses to stick with you after two rejections, Kim Sunwoo can.

The fastest and simple answer is that you don’t have a good schema for love. It was shattered the moment that you found out that your dad cheated on your mum four years ago. Your family fell apart shortly after your dad packed everything and left, leaving your mum alone as the sole parent when you were still trying to fully understand the world around you.

The rest of the world doesn't see how the separation affected you. However, Sunwoo was there during the times when you cried your eyes out, taking the frustrated punches on his chest, when you declared that you would never fall in love, scared of falling into the same fate as your mother especially when your dad has always voiced out that he loves his family and would always stay with them.

The world doesn't see how you hide behind his reassuring back whenever a male is too close for your liking. They don't see how you practically hold onto his arm with anxiety after a person confesses to you even though you're thankful that they look at you fondly. They don't see the fear in your eyes like Sunwoo has seen every single part of it.

When you would tease each other, like the time when he tackles you onto the bed, that's an exception. Sunwoo has always paid attention to your actions, both conscious and unconscious. He knows all about when you and when to keep his distance.

Thirty centimetres, sixty sometimes, and he would always wait for you to close the gap, stealing glances behind to make sure you were still following. Ninety-nine point nine per cent of the time, you would pick up your pace and Sunwoo would purposely slow down and the gap between the side of his arm and body would get bigger with each step you grow closer to him. When you clutch onto his arm again, he sends you that understanding gaze, mouthing a little 'hi' or 'hello' before facing forward again with newfound happiness.

The other point one is you asking if he could come back to stand beside you. But again, he would never ever touch you first and even when you arrive at your doorstep with no progress, Sunwoo would still look at you, reminding you of how proud he is and winks playfully to lift the corners of your lips before sending his 'see you tomorrow' still with happiness as his main aura.

It breaks Sunwoo’s heart whenever he sees you like that. That's the reason why he took his second confession back.

So when Kim Sunwoo, selfless and rooting for your genuine happiness, sees the different gaze that you send Na Jaemin, he can’t help but push his feelings aside. Plus, Na Jaemin is a good guy so he feels more reassured setting you up with the ace striker in the soccer team.

Cupid frowns down at the boy, his wings flapping sadly at the fake smile he puts on as he continues his walk home. It’s strange how he found himself sad for the dejected boy.

“Truly an idiot you are, Kim Sunwoo.”

Back home, you rewarded yourself with a warm shower. Though your physical body was able to let loose under the light sprinkles, your eyes couldn't help but mix in the metallic water with your salty ones. The water pressure manages to swallow most of your cries but the mirror doesn't lie when you see your red eyes after.

The gulp you took is painfully dry, tired from the tears from earlier. Your reach for the bathrobe is slow, letting the air cool touch your slightly red skin after the temperature. “At least he made it clear that he doesn't like me in that way.”

The knocks against the nearby room beckons a ‘Come in!’ from you and you quickly run the sides of your fingers on your eyebags as soon as you register the young boy from the mirror.

“Sis!” Dashing towards you, headbutting your back, “I heard Ddeonu hyung will be here tomorrow night!”

It's endearing to see how the news makes the little one jump, both his hands on your arm for support. A hand ruffles his already messy nest, “Be good tomorrow, okay?”

And the response morphs the smile upside down, “You’re not gonna be with us?”

Overloading with cuteness, you couldn't help but swivel around on your vanity chair towards your sibling, your hands pressing his cheeks, “With or without me, you're going to be with Sunwoo all day anyways!” Remembering all the times when he preferred to be in Sunwoo’s arms over yours, “Just don't make the poor raccoon run around too much, okay? He's getting old.”

“Does that mean he will fly to the cloud soon?”

“No, no.” Making a mental note to tell Sunwoo and imagining the way his jaw would drop at the wild question, “He's just old and tired now.”

Though confused at the repeated answer, the child seems to let it go, shrugging in satisfaction anyway at the plans for tomorrow. The smile upturned once more and you lift the boy much to his happiness, kicking his legs when you adjust his posture on your vanity table.

“Makeup!” He exclaimed about the objects around him, open palms to mimic a twinkling motion in the air.

“Makeup!” You echo, grabbing the cushion foundation. “Do you want to make me into a Princess?”

Obviously, he would not reject the offer, snatching the round object into his palm and patting the powder onto your neck.

“I'm going to make you the prettiest sister ever and raccoon hyung won't be able to take his eyes off you!”

Cupid shakes his head once more, his belly lying on the puffy cloud. He rests his chin on his palm, wondering how the similar-sized boy is more likable to him than the two blind adults—but it's obvious because he's not the stupid one.

“Well,” clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “this one is an idiot too.”

Leading up to Valentine's Day, you thought at the very least you could spend the missed day with Sunwoo but he's more than adamant about pushing you to Jaemin. Whenever he saw a window of opportunity, he would call the boy over, a big waving motion from his hand in the air.

Whenever Jaemin spots you, every part of his face lights up and yours is supposed to reciprocate the stars in his eyes. But how could you even see it when all you see is the whole universe in Sunwoo’s ones instead?

The realisation that it has always been Sunwoo scares you and it terrifies you even more that the same boy who has always given his heart to you is making the gap between you both larger, further away, more and more within arms reach for your comfort. At first, it was confusion but then every part of your aching heart just longed for his presence beside yours once more.

Jaemin reminds you of the date one last time, the final text before you part ways at the school entrance is bolded, italicised and underlined. And Sunwoo? He intruded the house way earlier than everyone expected but judging from the open arms from your mother and the way you could hear your brother’s shrieking from the other side of the house, it's obvious that you’re the only one who’s dreading the early visitor.

Speaking of the visitor, your brother made himself comfortable by sitting on his neck, hands gripping his hair to make two little pigtails. Seeing Sunwoo fit right into your family from the very start has always been heartwarming and you would've told your brother to pull on two tails if you weren't busy avoiding his eyes from the mirror.

“Look!” Sunwoo gasps to your brother, finger pointing to you, “Your sister is so pretty, isn't she?”

And it became ten times harder to keep your tears from falling.

“Thanks.” You managed to seeth out from gritted teeth.

“Come on! You're going to be late.” Reminding you of the long hand of the clock reaching the top of the circle when Jaemin promised to pick you up. “Which bag are you using?”

It's heartbreaking to see him just walk past you after the compliment, whistling leisurely as he looks through the pile of bags on the side hook of your wardrobe. You found yourself looking down at your lap, trying to shake off the nervousness and anxiety in your mind. You try your best to focus on the tension of your gripping fists, letting go and repeating to ground yourself back. The tears are starting to blur your vision but you push the sleeves of your outerwear over your knuckles and smudge them away.

The way that Sunwoo still entertains your brother as he takes the body of the bag in your direction, humming intently to see if the colour of your outfit will clash with the accessory, brings your emotions to their peak and you just want to run away from this situation. He settles on one, a victorious exclamation falling from his lips and begins stuffing your necessities himself.

“Phone,” checking off the mental list, “keys and wallet.” Your brother pointing at the lone lipstick left at the centre of the painted surface, “Ah! This too!” Putting the closed cylinder inside the small purse before the metal zips and is carefully balanced on your shoulder.

Your thankful mutter didn't go unheard by Sunwoo and so did the tinge of makeup on the sleeve that you used when he looked away for a brief moment.

“Hey!” Sunwoo cranes his head to speak to the younger, curious eyes. “Why don't you go on ahead first and pick what ramen you want?”

The kicking of his heels against his chest made him wince a bit, quickly putting your younger brother where he dashes off with his favourite food.

Throughout the whole exchange, it once again confirms the fact that Sunwoo is truly loving to the people around him. The way that he tries not to disappoint your brother, even if there are probably bruises forming from his kicking, the way that he peels his head out to make sure your brother is taking careful steps to the kitchen and finally, the beaming but adoration in his eyes when he finally lands on the casual outfit you're wearing.

“Wow.” A breathless chuckle, head empty with the sight of you.

His cheeks flushed and he couldn't help but stare at your stunning choice of outfit—if hoodies and no makeup could make his heart jump out of his chest, then he should go to the hospital because of your off-the-shoulder white top paired with the beige pleated skirt and cardigan.

“Okay?” You ask timidly, “L-Like, do I look okay?”

“You're stunning.” He says truthfully that your body goes numb, looking away from the sparkles in his eyes.

Now, that's new. “Hey…” Taking steps towards you, “What's wrong?”

But your heart is fighting so hard that you feel like you're about to give up. If Sunwoo is going to reject you, then you just want him to do it so that you can forget about all this and just go back to pretending that you will never have heart-shaped eyes for Kim Sunwoo ever again.

“Y-You’re okay with this?” The leather of your bag crinkles at your gripping question.

“Yeah,” Sunwoo answers. “Don't worry. Jaemin is a great guy.”

Your eyes widen at the comment, “No, I-I know that bu—”

But Sunwoo suddenly zooms into your face, even bending his back to make sure that you wouldn't miss the pout on his handsome face. His eyes landed on your lip-touched makeup, “Wait, can I have your lipstick? Let me retouch it for you.”

You couldn't even refute, feeling the cooling pink painting your lips, contrasting the palm on your cheek that steadies the delicate work on your lips. Why did he bother asking if he was just going to retrieve it himself? You're thankful Sunwoo can't multitask, missing the glimmer in your orbs as you try your best to keep your lips from shaking like your legs are slowly becoming. It’s clear that he didn’t know how to properly manoeuver the brush on your lips but you find yourself forgiving him even if your lips become a mess after this.

The defeated groans from his lips only made your heart swell and you take your time to look at him as if you’ve never done so before; from his eyelashes that flutter prettily, to his tongue that pokes out in concentration, it’s crazy how handsome someone can be when he's not doing anything special. The pads of his finger spread the colour, smacking his lips as a sign for you to copy which you eventually do.

“Done!” And just when your heart thought it could finally get a break, Sunwoo decides to play with it a bit more, fishing out a snap hair clip. His hands smooth any bumps that aren’t visible to the naked eye. A hand holds the side of your head gently, the other sliding the gift across your scalp carefully. “Alright, now let’s go!”

Your tears are so incredibly close to flowing but the lights of your room die like every hope of telling Sunwoo that you’re not as excited as he is for the night to come. But if this is Sunwoo’s way of completely rejecting any romantic feelings for you, then what can you do except to trudge down your hallway where even your brother wishes that you would have a fun time? The smile on your lips doesn’t reach your eyes when both boys remind you not to come home late in addition to Sunwoo’s “Text or call me if you need anything!”

You spare a final glance at the two, sombre smile plastered on your face. The last face you see is Sunwoo’s whose eyes still held on a smile even though yours has been wiped away. Maybe it was supposed to encourage you or maybe it’s nothing and you’re just reading too deep into it but if there’s one thing you know is that the night with Jaemin, even though he is a well-mannered man, a gentleman inside and out, your head couldn’t help but wish that it was Sunwoo who took you to the arcade, making sure your arms are filled with snacks and drinks.

You wished that after that, no one was there to pull your chair out, instead laughing at the way you almost tripped on air while trying to sit down. You wished that you could’ve just stared at the menu in contemplation and for Sunwoo to just choose for you so that he could silence the growling in his stomach.

Cursing the famous day as well, seeing the love around you, the couples enamoured by their partners all around you, it only made the guilt inside grow further.

By the time the night is spent, Jaemin knows that his feelings aren't reciprocated. First, it's the way you ask him to repeat his words multiple times. Second, it's the way that your eyes are blank, just your orbs staring into space. Third, it's the way that you try to discreetly check your smartwatch for notifications from your best friend at your home.

“I'm sorry.” Jaemin chuckles in response after he softly calls you out.

The boy shakes his head, hands inside his pants pockets. “I knew that you didn't like me. I guess I just wanted a chance to maybe change that once.” But then he sighs an understanding sigh, closing his eyes before fluttering them back at you, “but you're too far gone into your feelings to realise what I've been doing.”

Your eyes welled up with tears, apologetic at his words and Jaemin couldn't do much but give words of comfort after you explicitly stumbled away from his reaching hand, asking for physical space. You mutter a million apologies for today but Jaemin is respectful, convincing you that the friendship between you both won't change and that eases your mind.

“Should I text Sunwoo?” He carefully asks. “To pick you up.”

A shake of your head is what had Jaemin’s eyebrow furrowing. “It’s okay. I’ll text him right now.”

And though your makeup is a mess, transferring onto the sleeves of your cardigan more, Jaemin still thinks you're stunning, the clenching of his heart intensifying at the glitter you still managed to hold. Jaemin leaves you alone in a convenience store near your favourite beach and somehow, you manage to convince him to go on ahead first, leaving your thoughts alone in the night of love.

Your feet routinely take you along the beachside, taking shelter at the convenience store for a while, grabbing drinks and food to aid your broken heart. When you crouch for the bottle at the bottom shelf, your mind just has to remind you that someone wouldn't even let you do this, always protecting you from any wardrobe malfunction.

Your knees finally give out and the back of your thighs meet with the back of your lower leg. Your hands only clutche on the neck of the green bottle while you hide your distressed face behind the curtains that your hair made.

Thinking of it all infuriates you.

Why can't you just be more trusting towards others? Believe that not all of them are out to ridicule or make fun of you.

“Sunwoo…” You couldn't help but mumble as your tears finally painted your beige skirt darker.

Thankfully you were able to keep your emotions somewhat at bay, straightening your posture with the cooling drink in one hold. The cashier could only offer you an encouraging speech and an empathetic smile as soon as she saw the trail on your cheeks. The gesture is needed but the anxiety still weighs on your chest deeply. She must've thought that you've gone through a huge breakup on this unfortunate pinky day but you think the internal agony is worse.

For the last few hours or so, Sunwoo has been updating you with your baby brother through pictures. If only the pictures were just about the younger one and not a duo picture that once again shows that Sunwoo is a keeper when it comes to babysitting. The device is stashed in the bag that he chose from you earlier but if you could, you could honestly feed it to the sharks on the beach in front of you.

The wind provided you company, hitting your red apple-coloured cheeks to balance your rising temperature. You knew you shouldn't drink alone especially when the moon was high in the sky but you couldn't help but bask in the tide that hit the sand, pulling everything back into the body of water.

The tips of your toes are drenched and you would usually be running further away as soon as water hit your ankles but you didn't want to. It’s times like these that you’re thankful for the invention of safety shorts as you're able to sit in any posture you like without worrying. Your knees constantly bend and straighten, dragging the sand along with it and at this point, you've created a shallow hole.

“I mean,” you slur, “I’m so comfortable with Sunwoo so why can't I be the same with the others?” your eyes could only shut in self-contempt from today’s date, “And Jaemin was so respectful to me too…”

It’s frustrating that you can't trust others when they've done nothing wrong. The only thing that responded to the strike down your cheek was the last drop of liquid courage; now even objects have started mocking you.

“I have to stop relying on him,” a hiccup and a humourless laugh. “When he gets a girlfriend…” the thought cracks your heart into pieces and your knee grows closer to your chest, “Gosh, what am I doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

The deep voice and a couple of deep breaths made you turn back so quickly that you fell over sideways. The boy momentarily scolds you even more, grumbling, pointing at your ruined shoes tossed aside in the sand and exhaling whilst turning his head away to catch a break from the soaked ends of your outerwear. When the worry envelops him again, Sunwoo takes a better look at your state.

His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth loudly and the crease between his eyebrows only deepens each time his eye focuses to another part of your face.

“Did you drink?! Alone?! I told you not to drink without me!”

His initial volume made you jump a bit, especially with how he directly circles behind you to pick up the discarded, lonely bottle. Sunwoo's nagging continues, crouching beside you to your eye level with the bottle making tunes from the wind. The pout answers him, along with the way your fingers fiddle on the hem of your sleeves. You had no intention of voicing out the answer now that he knows so you just say something else.

“You actually came…”

The ‘something else’ did make his ramble stop and his intense features started to soften and melt away when your words hit him.

“Of course, I came.” Reassurance above the whispering wind, “You texted me.”

Your lips couldn't even gape open with a response because Sunwoo takes a couple of steps back, away from you. Though his body is still facing yours with his shoes pointing at you and arms around his knees, the safe distance is what makes your head hurt at the many things you could say to him.

“Did you put him to sleep?” You opted for this conversation instead.

Sunwoo’s nods just got in your peripheral vision, but your nod is the centre of his.

You let the wind break you even more, not even raising your hand to move the strands that became trapped between your lower and upper eyelids, tickling your eyes when it finally is freed. Without a doubt, you know that Sunwoo is just watching you patiently, waiting for you to tell him to drop you home or to at least talk about the night whether it be his or yours. Your nervous system couldn't help but relax in his presence.

Inside, Sunwoo wants something from you too. An indication to move further and to close the thirty-centimetre gap he has created. Just anything so that he could finally leave the coldness that nips at his trembling skin. His bangs brushes over his sight but he still has a clear view of you. The side of his head only rests on his arm as he just stares at you, humming a tune that hopefully reaches you.

“Woo.”

“Hm?”

“Do you like someone?”

A series of stuttering and unsure hums came from him. Your knees push against your chest hard, burying your head between them. Soon enough, you're convinced that the pressure is what kept your heart together after the affirmative answer.

“I…” Here goes nothing, “was supposed to be with her today and maybe ask her out officially but she had other plans and so did I.”

“Oh.” You didn't know if he heard it. You kind of wished he didn't because of how sore your throat suddenly feels. “I’m sorry, I should've been the one to take care of my brother inste—”

“She was busy too,” Sunwoo repeated, words clearer and punctuated. “It doesn't matt—”

“Will I be able to trust anyone again?”

“W-Wha—”

“Will someone ever love me the same way that you love her?”

The thoughts haunt you every night when you're asleep and now that you finally share it with someone, you lose yourself in the alcohol and blurt out the impulsive thoughts.

“W-Whoa.” Sunwoo nervously chuckles. “Did the date really go that ba—”

“Do I know her?”

“Ye—”

“Tell me. Let me make sure she's a good person.”

The only response you get is a low groan and sigh; both from Sunwoo and the guardian Cupid above you both. The moonlight twinkles the curve of the forgotten bottle but it reminds Sunwoo that you're not in your right state of mind and that you're just pressing to get the thoughts out of your head rather than truly looking for answers.

For the first time, Sunwoo took action, dusting his clothes from the damp sand. You merely watch with half-hooded eyes as he strides against the swallowing sand, your head slowly turning from the side to the front where he settles himself. Sunwoo gives you a soft tug of the corner of his lips and his dancing bangs only make him all the more attractive. He tests the waters, holding his hand out to reach yours, permission to touch you through his gaze. When you nod, he doesn't hesitate to share his body warmth starting from his bigger palms, relieved at how you seem to let out a breath that you have been holding.

“Deep breaths, bubs.”

The nickname makes you swoon and makes his instructions unclear. Though the pounding on the side of your head makes it hard for you to morph Sunwoo’s clone together, the name managed to at least get your attention. With this, he didn’t mind the way his clothes drank the seawater when he kneeled, even dragging his fabric across the surface. Sunwoo responds with a jut of his lower lip when you just shoot him a glare but your act disappears when he opens his arms wide. Without any further hesitation, your forehead rests on his chest. One of his hands cups the curve of your waist and the other threads through your silky hair. The act makes your body shudder and you find your arms start to hold his middle even tighter when he collects your hair and tosses it over to a side, his palm now covering your whole nape.

“You’re alright.” Sunwoo muses. His diverts to yours and maybe you’re just imagining the adoration dripping from his eyes but you couldn’t help to speak a bit of your mind.

“You're doing it again…”

“Doing what?”

You didn't give him a verbal answer, the shake of your head and the whines you gave were enough for him to just embrace you into his presence. Sunwoo hides you from the world when he sees the tears brimming across the eyes that he’s fallen for. Daring, he presses a kiss on the top of your head, smiling fondly at your more balanced breathing.

“Let’s go home?” The shake of your head made Sunwoo rake for more ideas. “Wanna have a sleepover at my house then?”

“No.” Muffled answer from his chest. “You’re just going to make me sleep on the floor.”

“Hey! You lost the bet last time! Don’t blame your skill issue with rock-paper-scissors on me!”

“Fine then! I’ll just stay here for the rest of the night!”

Oh, he's so in love with you. Sunwoo only coos, his heart fluttering and content when you respond to the playful war that he wages.

“I’ll let you take the bed.” A raised eyebrow is what you offer him with when you crane your head and Sunwoo could tell the suspicion that you had against his words. “I’m serious!”

“Really?”

A roll of his eyes and a scoff, “As if I’ll let you take the floor knowing that you’ll be hungover tomorrow.”

“Well,” a shaky inhale, “you could.”

“Yeah?” This time it’s his turn to have an eyebrow raised. “Why would I do that?”

“Because when you go off and date someone, you won’t be able to keep doing whatever this is.”

“Yeah?” He repeats himself, desperate for a little bit more of your feelings. At least let me down properly, he thinks to himself. “And what happens if I don’t want to put my focus on someone else? What happens if I just want to keep focusing on you? What happens if I just want you in my life and no one else?”

Now, Sunwoo’s hands grip a hold on your upper forearm and pull you away from his body. The moonlight finally reaches your face and Sunwoo observes you thinking, his eyes boring into yours, silently pleading for some sort of indication that would end the pink and red swirls in his eyes whenever he catches even a glimpse of your figure.

“Then I would tell you that I like you and that I have for the longest time.”

Are drunken thoughts still sober thoughts in this situation?

Sunwoo’s head dips dangerously close and it takes everything in him to not press his lips onto yours. If you even allowed any words that imply that he may have taken your heart, he told himself he would look away even if it meant burying himself into the ground and never seeing civilisation ever again. The struggle is written all over his face: the tight wrinkles around his eyes that accommodate the crashing of his eyebrows, the protective hold he has on you and the way he presses his forehead onto yours with his hair tickling you, quiet exhales leaving his lips.

“Please don’t do this to me,” he pleads, “You’re drunk and I’m trying to not cross the line.”

“Cross it…” Mellow and enchanting. “I give you my consent.”

“Don’t.” He grits and tries to still his heart. “I can't…”

“Kiss me, Woo.”

Sunwoo swore that his heart almost leapt out of his chest when his eyes shot open, immediately growing bigger with how you nudged the tip of your nose to his. His temperature receptors feel the shift of the warmer air growing closer to his lips and he can’t help but focus on the way your eyelids flutter close.

The attraction is fatal and so is the small distance left. Unconsciously, even though it’s wrong, he couldn’t help but adjust his position, wanting to claim you as his even if it’s just for a while. Just when your lips are mere millimetres away from touching, Sunwoo denies the touch of heaven, the angel inside gets his hands to fly and block the intimate act with his fingers. A hand cups your cheek, tracing along your jawline and a thumb slots in between your plump lips from reaching his. His breath hitches when you peek at the smooth surface, void of the curves that you were expecting. He watches the stars fade from your eyes, replacing them with a wall that he couldn’t decipher.

Through his eyelashes that flutter quietly and the painful gulp, he prompts you once again, “Let’s go home.” More resolute and grounded than before. “We can talk about this tomorrow.”

The thumb did leave the presence on your cupid’s bow but lingers at your lip’s bottom edge. Sunwoo watches as your lips bounce back after he lightly pulls it down and he sees the dullness from your eyes with every single second that passes. He shoves his sleeves past his fingertips, wrapping the grey around his pointer and starts to collect your confusion on his sleeves.

“I-I’m sorry.”

He could tell it was genuine and he assumed that you might’ve sobered up a little bit within the last couple of seconds. Sunwoo met your forehead once again with his thumb that still held you like you were as fragile as the glass bottle that had been discarded.

“Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going to leave you. Don’t even bother to think of those things ever again.” He reassures your muddled-up mind. “I’m going to pick you up, okay?”

Between your hazy vision and the churning of your stomach, the only indication you could give is a nod and outstretched arms towards his now-standing figure. Sunwoo adoringly chuckles, bending down and supporting your weight by scooping you up by your waist. He kept your body close to his even when he turned around and kneeled, patting his back for you to slump over.

Out of energy, your arms lazily dangled during the walk, elbows resting on his shoulders during the whole walk. Truth be told, his back aches because you couldn’t get a proper grip on him but he knows as soon as he straightens his back to a more comfortable position, you might actually hit your head and wake up in the hospital. The walk back to his car is quiet, chattering filling the background noise. If you’re awake, you can feel the shaking of his thighs as he carefully rests you on the cushioned seat, an arm coming over his head onto the back of yours as a safety measure from the upper door frame. Without a single sound from you, he successfully buckles you securely in the front seat. Your coat is gently undressed from you to be used to cover your legs, the short skirt only makes you shiver in the night.

“Why do cars always sound so loud?”

Sunwoo complains when he twists the car key to start the engine. His eyes fall to you again, observing your sleeping figure who is unaware of the little jumps and loops his heart made. His pointer reaches over to the loose strands that tickle the front of your face. From the back of your ear, he holds his breath at your slightly gaped lips that pull him closer, drawing him nearer to share a kiss with you. Why did you have to look so stunning despite the reeking alcohol that only becomes stronger in the small space?

Though faint, his reflection from the front window stares at him and he can’t help but sink further into the seat, wanting to hide and run away from himself. “Will you ever look at me the same way?” he grumbles hopelessly into the palms that shield him from reality before driving towards his house.

The exhaustion from the eventful day finally washes over him as soon as he parks his car in one go. Usually, you would give an impressed look and Sunwoo would wiggle his eyebrows when you only scoff at his achievements. The connecting door to his house opens, throwing his things inside the hallway without much thought before jogging back to your side. His eyes narrow, concentrating on making as minimal noises as he can whilst opening the metal surface that separates you and him. A hand pushes on the door while the other does the contrasting action with the handle to avoid the loud click that vehicles make. Thankfully your head isn’t resting on the door, something that he made sure didn’t happen so that you could rest in his house without the bumps of the road lifting your head and slamming it back down due to ruthless gravity.

And as much as Cupid’s curly blonde hair is between all the sides of his fingers, he mastered the art of patience and ‘trusting the process’ as he took a series of deep inhales.

Throughout the whole time, Cupid is impressed at how blind you both prove to be. It’s obvious now as he pays attention to the way Sunwoo treats you and the way that you desperately clutch on his jacket that you both are more than best friends. He ponders if he should shoot another arrow even though the initial one he shot is showing progress.

In this line of work, where he’s used to shooting, and observing for a while before going to another potential couple, he seems to be stuck with the couple in front of him. Up until now, he has never thought to shoot the second arrow that is reserved for a couple that makes him look away distastefully. He’s never met one that makes him take them out of their trance as it’s obvious it became more bad than good for them but what he’s twirling in his hand is not that.

But he starts to think about his decisions whenever you're hurting because of the world and he starts to think of the shatter in Sunwoo’s heart whenever he's around you.

Is it worth it to have you both come together?

“But you know,” the arrow stops between his pointer and thumb, the crest hitting the perimeter of the stationary cloud. Cupid continues to peer over the two, finding himself squealing with the way Sunwoo continues to make teasing jokes to make sure you don’t fall asleep behind the bathroom door while brushing your teeth and changing into your favourite hoodie of his. “I don’t think shooting one towards these two will do much.”

He smiles knowingly, completely immersed in the way that Sunwoo hops over to cradle your head into his chest as soon as you open the door. Your mind is still under the scorching forty percent but you didn't miss the way Sunwoo’s fingers rub on your exposed thigh when he brings you to his bed bridal style.

And if he shoots another arrow?

Oh, Cupid knows that you’re both more than just teenagers in love. Especially in your case, terrified, and for Sunwoo who just wants to see you happy—another arrow means nothing if you both don’t learn and figure out this obstacle yourselves.

With Sunwoo’s help, you’re snugged underneath his blanket, pulling it up to your nose, just the way you like it. The laundry detergent brings you rest, and your brain immediately relaxes as it associates the scent with safety. Your body rests on its side and you watch Sunwoo as he takes a kneeling position on the side of his bed, taking his hand to yours while his other forearm rests on the bouncy futon. The act makes his heartbeat increase once more. “Sunwoo.” The boy only keeps his affectionate eyes on yours while he strokes your hair. “Thank you for picking me up.”

The brushes of his thumb on the back of your palm could lull you to sleep. “Can I sleep on the living room couch today then?” Mischievously suggesting, knowing how much you would complain about leaving you alone in the room for the whole night.

The question makes you pout awake again, “You’re going to leave me?” Maybe you weren’t up for the joke and Sunwoo smiles sadly, clearing his throat and shaking his head assuringly.

“I’m just joking with you.” An airy laugh seeped out from his lips. “I’ll sleep on the floor.” Pointing at the unoccupied space behind him. “Don’t worry.”

“Or you can sleep next to me…”

Cupid feels the tension in the air after your suggestion. He propels the bed of clouds, flying closer to have a better view of you two. He’s so invested in the way Sunwoo softly looks at you that the shake of his head after some thinking makes him scream once more, burying his face into the white puff of air.

“Why not?” You scooted against his bed, making space to prove your point that the bed was big enough for you both. “It’s not like we’ve never done it before…”

“I know.” Sunwoo stands from his kneeling position but you refuse to let go of his hand. Instead, your hands slide up from his wrist to entangle them between his fingers. “Bubs…”

“I’m scared.” That’s all it took for Sunwoo’s knees to hit the floor again, coming closer to you. “What if I do manage to fall in love but then I just get hurt?”

“Then he’ll deal with me.” It elicits a whimper from you and your vision suddenly blurs once more. The tears brim up more when Sunwoo’s hand cups to rest against the apple of your cheeks with his knuckles, brushing in a circular motion. “Love them, it’s okay.”

The pressure you’re exerting on his fingers makes him furrow his eyebrows. “You’re okay with that?”

“If he makes you happy then I’m okay with that, yes. If he is the one that will make you believe in love again, then yes.” And his shoulders shrug, not as a way to say that he doesn’t care about your feelings because he does—everyone how much he cares for you. “I just want you to be happy.”

“Then make me happy.”

There it is again.

The implication that makes his eyes dart his focus from your heavy eyelids to the small gap between your lips. It travels down to your joined hands that lay next to your plump lips. He loves it. The sight of your hands, intertwining beautifully between his and the way that you’re holding him close to you as if his presence is a gift—if only he knew how much you treasure him.

“Get some sleep okay?” Ignoring it once more by throwing his eyes to his lap.

By some miracle, Sunwoo manages to break free from your hands but not before he wipes away the leftover final drops from your doe eyes. He didn’t completely leave your side just yet though. Sunwoo just sinks his right forearm on the edge of his bed, his left on top before resting his chin later on. His eyes blinked and he held the momentary darkness for a few seconds longer before opening them again. You understand, nodding defeatedly. With Sunwoo looking over you, admiring you even though he’s much more exhausted after running around your house with an energetic child, you were able to finally slumber off to sleep. He only thought about standing when heard your drowsy breathing becoming soft snores. Even then, his hand snakes behind your nape and under all your strands, pulling your luscious locks up to hang over his pillow and leaving the cold air to cool your exposed skin.

“I love you.”

And that’s when Cupid made up his mind.

The first thing that greets you when the flock of birds chirps too loudly for your liking is the gutting feeling of wanting to run down to the toilet bowl and empty the contents of your stomach. The second thing that hits you is the desert down your throat, your hand blindly rummaging on the bedside table to find the familiar shape of your water bottle. The third thing that hits you is the remnants of a tight non-existent band that wraps around your head.

It’s all a good potion to remind yourself never to drink so much liquor in such a short period.

But the fourth thing that hits you as you rise to a sitting position, thumb and pointer running up horizontally across your eyebrows, is the familiar room that isn’t yours. It takes you a while to notice but you recognise the one familiar arcade teddy bear on the very unorganised study table on the opposite of the room. The picture framed your scowl while the owner of the room held his phone up, tongue sticking out to the camera with the little peace sign above your head.

“Shit…how the heck did I get here?” Your bed hair becomes a bird's nest in a matter of seconds. “Wait so last night I went to the convenience store,” tracing your steps carefully, “drank at the beach…” but a blank after that, “Sunwoo must've picked me up.” The dread hits at the name you just spoke, “I’m not ready to face him!”

The blanket is ripped out from your lower body, and the drop in temperature sends goosebumps all over your body. Quite simply, you're embodying the term of waking up on the wrong side of the bed without its metaphorical meaning.

There was no point in peeking through the slit between the door and the frame of Sunwoo’s bedroom because you knew directly on the other side is a wall with framed pictures of the family who resides there. You ready yourself with an inhale through your nose, preparing a bunch of words despite the still evident headache before exhaling through your mouth.

The smell of batter and vanilla becomes more evident as soon as your hand creaks the door open. It excites you knowing that your favourite breakfast isn't too far away from reach. The smile that you gave though, reminds you of the pressing matters when it strikes pain through the veins on the side of your head.

Your exclamation to the feeling is what rips Sunwoo out of his daydream, turning around to see you tiptoeing not too far behind him like a thief.

“You're awake.”

Beside him, a tower of the perfectly circular cooked batter is stacked in five, maple syrup around the rim of the treat as it drops down naturally onto the rest of its friends below. You could tell that he probably timed each side with how uniform the colours of each side were. Sunwoo hasn't picked up the panic behind your eyes, setting the plate on the island between you both.

“Take this first.” He pops the white pill from its aluminium seal and reaches for the full glass of water he prepared earlier from the fridge.

Sunwoo didn't know that his proud smile would fall as quickly as you almost did when you stepped back. His feet rooted themselves to the slippery wood underneath, his eyes widening even though you managed to grab hold of the backrest of the couch next to you.

“Are you alri—”

“I should take my leave now.” You rushed to say, “My mum must be wondering where I am.”

“I told her last night, don't worry.”

Right. Just like all the times he has done whenever you fell asleep on his shoulder while watching anime with him.

“Eat something first and I'll drop you home.” His head tilted to the alluring warm cakes on the table.

The perfect cylinder on his hand would have slipped from his sweaty palms with how you shake your head in the slightest. Now he's picking up something. Do you remember the events from last night? No, you've always been a forgetful one and he would help you remember by setting up cues and would always have his camera facing you to record the horror creeping up your face.

Whatever it is, he felt the need to take the lead first, especially with how you're avoiding even looking his way and sitting down on the board of the furniture from before, your hands gripping the polyester beside your body. He's not too far away from you, maybe a metre apart but he's feeling anxious with the air himself, turning away from you momentarily.

You hear the exhausted exhale from your best friend and that made you scared to even look his way. The rim of the glass hits the marbled top. “I'm not going to do anything to you, you know?”

“Of course I know…” Keeping your emotions at bay.

“Then?”

Cupid raised both his eyebrows, hoping that you would be able to find the courage to rightfully confront Sunwoo for the feelings in your heart. His hands clamp together, lacing together as he rests his forehead on the knuckle of his thumb, silently encouraging the growth of the couple in front of him.

“I know that it’s my fault too that I didn’t speak up about the date with Jaemin. I should’ve been more honest to him first and foremost because he’s done nothing but nice to me and yes! The date was really nice and he was a gentleman like you said Sunwoo but,” the implications of the last word wipes the proud smile that he had, lips pursed to a thin line, “I wish that you didn’t put me on the spot especially when you know that I’m scared of being around men.”

There was no audible answer that he could truly give you. What you said is true and he hates that he projected to hide his feelings for you in the worst possible way. He left you alone at night, in the hands of someone that he can’t fully tell your mother honestly that he knows. The shake of his head is slow but harsh and with a glance, you could hear the cogs turning inside the distraught boy’s head.

“I’m sorry.” Wavering in fear.

“Please don’t be.” He responds. “I’m sorry.”

Despite shutting his eyes, Sunwoo feels the looming shadow that falls over his slumped figure against the tabletop. His hands join together, a loud clap making you jump a little bit at the force of his thoughts. You watch as his hands drain the blood flow, slowly making his fist white. And though your chest hurts from the anxiety running through your veins, you decided that it was best for you to clear the awkward air.

What you did is beyond anyone’s imagination but it felt right as compared to last night—as compared to all those times two years ago. Your fingers cradle the underside of Sunwoo’s jawline, separating his chin from his chest and angle his shocked face to yours. Sunwoo would’ve genuinely run away usually, maybe even letting out one of those screeches that would leave you scolding him for the pounding of your eardrums, but something else is pounding in both of your chests and it’s syncing with each other for the first time.

You move little by little, your toes slowly moving in so that you can stand between his slightly open legs until the sides of your knees are between his. Slowly, the anterior side of his forearms starts to lift from the surface behind him, testing the waters to hold you in his arms by ghosting his already encircled arm around your middle. When you nod, Sunwoo finds himself tightening the hold immediately, pulling you into the crook of his neck while your fingers thread on the loose white of his fabric. His fingers widen their reach, wanting to feel your figure on a wider surface area.

“I’m in love with you.”

It’s such a simple line.

It wasn’t extravagant nor was it unique or poetic, yet you find yourself wanting to record it so that you could play it back whenever and wherever.

“I know you’re scared.” He affirms to your growing whimpers. “But I want to continue to love you if you’ll let me.”

Now it’s official. There was no buildup to the streams down your cheeks but you still let yourself indulge in the pent-up frustration over your lack of trust for the boy who is holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the whole world.

“If our friendship is going to end and you'll never look my way ever again, then at least please let me hold you a little bit longer.”

You wish you could at least have enough strength to throw some punches on his chest but you’re breathless in both the way your throat begs for air and in the way Sunwoo nudges the tip of his nose to a sensitive part of your neck. The same area grows colder without any effort and it takes you less than a second to realise that Sunwoo is crying himself.

“Why are you crying?” You ask as best as you can through your tears.

“Because you’re crying.” He simply answers. “It hurts me that you’ve gone through so much.” Sunwoo’s lips shudder, taking in small breaths himself. “But I’m really proud of you.”

“You say that all the time.”

Sunwoo chuckles, acknowledging the times he did say it. “And I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

Cupid relaxes his shoulders when you both slightly pull away, tender eyes looking upon each other with a wide grin appearing on you both but he could tell you both are trying your best to not look away, wanting to live in the love that the other shared in the moment. He was about to flap his wings, thinking that it was enough eavesdropping for today but you quickly pressed a light pucker to Sunwoo’s left cheek. Then to his right. Then to his philtrum. He couldn’t help but cover his eyes at your daring act but what made him push back further to the corner of the room to give you space were your words.

“Cross the line, Sunwoo.”

Sunwoo grips your waist, groaning against your lips and he’s momentarily still until you swipe the crease forming on his forehead and whisper a variation of assuring words. That’s all it takes for Sunwoo to finally close the gap between you both. It’s no longer a metre, sixty or thirty centimetres, not with the way his hands roam all over your body, needing more confirmation that you’re the one kissing him. His hands slide from your waist, gently to cup both of your bottoms, pushing you up closer to him. It elicits a soft gasp from you but Sunwoo pulls on your bottom lip to connect you back to him. Your dazed eyes met his dark ones and he took this time to swipe his wet muscle across the teeth mark to soothe the pain.

Feverish for affection, your zooms towards his lips once more, locking the plumper ones between yours before pulling away with a soft hum and engulfing the other one to give it the same amount of love. Sunwoo’s heart melts at the way you lightly tug on his scalp, the other hand sliding down along his nape and resting your palm on his collarbone. What makes him crazy is the vertical swipes that you give on his defined collarbones. He parts the kiss, pushing himself off the edge of the table and lifts you there, trapping your body with his palm on either side of your body.

“Bubs.”

“You okay?”

“More than okay.” Sunwoo chuckles, devouring your lips once more. “Can I kiss you somewhere else?” As soon as the confirmation is given, a warm hand wraps on the back of your neck and Sunwoo starts to alternate the pressure from his open mouth on the side of your neck, starting to mark you his.

The black strands of his hair swallow every part of your gripping hold on him but he smirks against your skin with the little pretty sounds dripping from your lips.

“S-Sunwoo.” Realising now that he’s painting you on a visible area. “My mum and brother are going to see.”

It’s not that you’re embarrassed by him—never him—you’re just shy at the new colour that he places on you, completely unfazed by what others think.

Possessive Kim Sunwoo—you could live with that.

“Can I pull the hoodie down a bit then?” Sunwoo pants against your skin, rough and slightly out of breath. “Only if you want it.” And he made sure you’re comfortable with whatever it’s going to be with how he wipes the forming sweat on your upper spine.

You spent what it feels like a minute holding his gaze to you. “I trust you.”

And he’s back to creating a masterpiece on your skin. Three of his fingers hook on the neckline and expose the body part that he wants to place his hungry lips on next. He watches the way your collarbones become more visible when you deeply inhale and he waits for your next breath patiently. When it does come, you slightly throw your head back at the pleasure of his soft nimbles. Sunwoo didn’t even want to spend a second away from you, his hand pushing on your lower back to press him up against you more. Your mewls are what motivate him more, pushing him just a bit more to finish the work in progress that he has in his head, pivoting his lower lip to a different angle and pressing the final press on you.

You release a breath you didn’t even know you held and Sunwoo frowns at the way you limp your upper body onto him, arms around his shoulder for support.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

Your hair ruffles against his when you shake your head. “Don’t be, I enjoyed it.”

Again, the room is filled with light chuckles once more, your dangling legs kicking the air at the shared moment together. Slowly but surely, the sweat evaporates from your face but your blush is still very evident. But before you become too shy and run away once again, you respond to his words that made you both cry in each other’s safety.

“I love you too, Kim Sunwoo.” Sunwoo’s hand that has been running up and down your back stops, wondering if he heard the right words. You turn to the vein on his neck, kissing along the line until the shell of his ear. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

Sunwoo’s heart combusted at that and he only buries his heating face into your shoulder, making you giggle even more. His whole body is on cloud nine and he’s truly the luckiest person in the world to receive such words from you.

“I want to look at you.” He says before pulling away once more, hands planted next to your thighs once more.

Sunwoo’s slender fingers tucked your strands behind your ears, squishing your cheeks in between and said a relay of sweet nothings. Even though his eye smile is mostly on you, occasional glances were being stolen somewhere else. Knowingly, your finger pulls the cloth down and you watch the shift of mischievousness start to leave.

“Is it pretty?”

The adjective is an understatement. Of course, he wanted to say ‘yes’ because it’s his art that he’s proud of. He's the one who put the distinct heart shape there, his teeth mark slowly fading on the tip of the heart where he pivoted before and the remnants of him still slightly shine on your skin thanks to the overhanging light.

“You’re prettier.” Quickly stealing a peck from your lips to silence your shy complaints. “Be mine?”

“Valentine’s Day passed, Woo.”

“Be mine for life then.”

Oh, Kim Sunwoo really does have a way with his words.

“Plus, I’m glad that we didn’t become official yesterday.” Shrugging when you tilt your head, still with that cute smile of yours. “Now we don’t have to spend our Anniversary and Valentine’s Day on the same day. More mandatory days to spend with you.”

A light shove on his chest is what you respond with but your other hand already had a grip on the lower hem of his shirt. Sunwoo almost stumbled when you pulled him back, enveloping your lips with his.

“Thank you for never giving up on me,” Hands cradling your jaw, yours doing the same and you make sure your feelings are known, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

Guess Cupid changed his arrow’s trajectory much to Sunwoo’s content.

Or maybe, it’s not really his doing after all.

Truth is, Cupid never shot an arrow in Kim Sunwoo’s way.

In reality, Cupid actually shot his chance to Na Jaemin and him only—but even he has made a wrong guess. The trust and hope that you and Sunwoo share are unmatched compared to the lovesick eyes that he has matched people with.

“A love that’s greater than my powers…” Though defeated and his self-confidence took a bit of a downfall, how truly upset can he be when he sees you and Sunwoo just embracing each other, body to body, close and loving each other just the way you both are?

He’s glad of his decision to shoot that second arrow to the other boy after you both fell asleep last night.

“Now that’s a mistake that I can live with.”

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Punishment time

Pairing: The Boyz Juyeon x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Tags: smut, dom!juyeon, sub!reader, oral (receiving + giving) , 18+ , bondage, swearing, teasing, just extremely filthy

Summary: Lee Juyeon, oh that troublemaker. He is your best friend's extremely hot roommate who acts like a nice guy during the day. But when the night appears, he takes the mask off, turning into a beast and leaving all girls who come in his room a whiny, screaming mess. This is the story of how you became one of those girls.

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It was just another day at your best friend's Eric place. You've known each other ever since he moved to LA and after 6 years of friendship you were sad to find out he'll move back to Korea. He was always so sweet and kind, you two knew everything about each other and you used to miss him a lot. Luckily, when you decided to move to Seoul to improve your Korean language skills, you were glad to see him again. You were besties and he was even like a brother to you. Yet the problem here was not Eric. It was his new roommate. His name is Lee Juyeon. Since you were learning Korean, you knew his name meant "main character". The name itself already gives a very bold statement, yet you would never have imagined it would be to this extent. Okay, let me put it this way: You know how in every university you will have these obvious looking attention whore fuckboys. The charming but dangerous ones? When you met Juyeon... He didn't seem like such a guy. Not until you got to know him better.

You remember the first time he appeared while you and Eric were making ramen for lunch. He actually looked like a very nice and polite guy. He wore an ironed Lacoste shirt and basic jeans - he actually looked like a guy with class. One time even his parents came to the apartment and he would act it all out like he was the most rule abiding, lawful son there is. So, what was the matter then? It is those secrets that you only found out because you were Eric's bestie. When the night came down, a new Lee Juyeon would be born.

Every night you spent watching a movie with Eric or just casually chatting, you would hear questionable sounds coming from the room next to you. You never had the courage to talk to Eric about it, but he also must have heard the intensely loud moans and screams coming out his room. The goodie two shoes Juyeon during the day became a sex monster during night. You never saw "the action" but you often met his one night stands with extremely messy hair, makeup smudged everywhere looking like they've just went through 10 orgasms. The truth is, they probably have.

To be honest, you always wanted to experience how it is. All these girls looking like that made you jealous. They made you envy what they had. You wanted to taste him. You wanted him to be the reason why your makeup is smudged as well. You wanted him to fuck the shit out of you and make you not be able to walk for days. Your sexual desire kept on increasing and increasing every day when you came to their place and you visited a lot. Did Eric know about this? Not that you were aware.. I mean you've never felt romantic feelings towards Eric but you were always the one to change the topic once he mentioned Juyeon. You were too embarrassed to reveal the true you to your best friend. At least before THAT happened.

It was just another morning at Sohn and Lee residency. It was a weekend and you slept over again on a couch. You expected to sleep a lot but then a very loud and irritating alarm woke you up. It was not your alarm, it was Juyeon's. It was 8am in the morning and you wondered who it can be. You looked at the phone and you saw "Mom is calling". You would not bother if you also haven't seen 20 other messages from her saying "Lee Juyeon!! It's an emergency, pick up". What could it be? You thought that you should hurry up and give him the phone. Yet you fogot all the other circumstances.

You thought he is still sleeping. It was 8am indeed. Yet, opening the door of the room, you didn't expect to see this view: It was Juyeon laying on the bed and not one but 2 of girls laying on top of him giving him a morning blowjob. You froze to death and dropped the phone. His mom was still on the phone, though.. The "loudspeaker" button turned on and you could hear Ms Lee calling him and asking if he is there while in the background you could still hear his moans reacting to the blowjob not being aware of the call because of the pleasure from those 2 sluts in his bed.

You just stood there at the entrance of the room not knowing how to react. You froze to the instance of seeing him naked, of seeing these girls as well - it looked like a porn movie live. Yet a milisecond later fear started to take over your body as you realized his mom is hearing her son's moans live and you fell on the floor starting to hang up the call. But oh, it was too late. His mom's voice became louder and he understood what was happening. Those two girls started screaming and his face turned red as if he's about to explode from anger and embarrassment.

You not being able to deal with the situation ran outside their apartment and took the first taxi home. How should you even react to this? How should you even explain the situation to Eric? You just wanted to give his phone to him so he can talk to his mom, you would have never expected for everything to turn out like this...

Many weeks have passed since the incident and that was the last time you went to their place. You met Eric of course, but it was always outside - in restaurants or parks. Eric was understanding, honesly the whole situation was extremely funny to him and he always teased you and laughed about it. Yet you were extremely embarrassed about it and avoided going to their place because you couldn't manage to see Juyeon again.

But then, a situation happened where you just needed to visit again. You finished your meeting with Eric at 8pm and went home from the restaurant. Yet on your way back home, you realised you left your phone charger with him, since you borrowed it to him during dinner. You immediately texted him and agreed for you stop by quickly at 10 o'clock for you to take it. He said you should just ring and he would know to open the door so you can avoid the possibility of meeting Juyeon. So right after you headed to his apartment and rang the bell. The door opened. It was not Eric Sohn in front of you.

"Um, is Eric here?" you asked, looking straight into Juyeon's dangerous eyes trying to act like everything is alright. He didn't answer but took your wrist and leaded you in the apartment. "Eric told me he will here at 10" - you said. "10am not pm, baby."

"Now you're all mine", Juyeon continued. Shivers went into your body. You didn't know how to react. Juyeon let your arm go and you wanted to open the door and run away again, yet the door was locked. And then you heard the click with which the lights turned off, the small night stand lamp being the only source of the light in the room.

"Is this what you are looking for?" - said Juyeon, holding the apartment key in his hands. You came closer trying to snatch the key from him. He hates you anyway, you just wanted to leave it all. On the other hand, the surroundings made you feel weak. Him swrling of keys with his enormous hands made you remember how long you've dreamt of those hands choking you. Him looking at you with the smirk made you remember how bad you wanted him to ruin you, just like those other girls you used to see every night.

And that day, you gave it in. Despite of everything, you could not resist how much you were actually attracted to this man. He was the source of your wet dreams, those dreams that you've always waited to come true. You decided to be brave and you took a few steps in front. You are a strong woman after all. He watched you surprisingly not even stating a word until you were only an inch away from his face. His daze was still as stroking and intense as before, but now you were so close to him you could feel his bulge getting harder and his breath getting faster and more delicate. "You were a very, very bad girl, y/n. You know that, right?" he said, his lips being literally a millimeter away from yours. You moved your gaze from his lips to his eyes, realizing he expects an answer from you. You just nodded slowly and tenderly.

At that very instant, it's like the past was forgotten. He dropped the key on the floor and used those hands to pull you in to the most delicate kiss you've ever had in your life. With every second, with every touch, you knew this guy was hella experienced. His lips were like made for yours. His kisses were desperate. They were angry and they wanted more. He licked your lower lip slowly looking you straight in the eyes, which was the most irotic scene you've ever experienced. "Do I have the permission to ruin you, kitten?" he asked. "Do whatever the fuck you want with me, Juyeon" you said in breaks from the burning hot makeout session.

He easily took you in his arms, just like you were made of feathers. Your lips did not split up to the moment he got you in his room and slammed the door behind him. He brought you to his bed and slowly paused. The room was in the complete darkness, but the streetlight from the outside was shining directly to his face while he was looking at you below him. He looked beautiful, he looked ethereal. Not breaking the eye contant, he started taking his belt off. Afterwards, instead of throwing it on the floor, he took your hands and used the belt to tie your hands to the poles around his bed.

"Punishment time starts, love", he said, while raising your skirt and literally ripping your underwear. From the gentle tone he started acting rougher and rougher and rougher. His fingers went into your core and he smirked after the realization of how wet you already were for him. But like literally how couldn't you - it was Lee fucking Juyeon! His fingers worked wonders and you were so sensitive to his touch. Simultaneously he also left kisses at every sensitive spot you had. The neck, around your earlobe, later moving to your nipples, sucking them mercilessly. His hands continued focusing and going around your clit. You were flabbergasted. As if he knew your body better than you. The moans and breaths filled the room while you drowned in pleasure. Not much later your body started uncontrollably shaking followed by the most powerful orgasm you felt in your entire life. You were sweating so much, laying below him on cloud 9 while Juyeon watched you feeling satisfied.

He still had all his clothes on, though. You felt like you owed him pleasure as well, but he was patient to wait. Because he didn't finish with you yet. He got closer to your face and when you expected him to touch your lips again, he started going around your lips, kissing everything except the lips themselves. He was such a tease, oh my goodness. These lips then continued lower to your body up to the point when his head was between your legs. He took both of them in his hands and started doing magic with his tongue. Still not completely recovered from the previous orgasm, another wave of pure, severe pleasure took over your body. Since your hands were tied up, you could not do anything except scream and swear his name, which he seemed to enjoy a lot. Soon your 2nd orgasm hit you and you were just a shaking, screaming and sweating mess.

"Juyeon, let my hands go", you bursted. "I need to touch you, please". You felt the urge of giving it back to him, the reciprocity law focing you to pay him back. After he let your arms free, the real game started. You've never felt so much chemistry with a person before. You stayed in his room until 5am and you two couldn't take your hands off of each other. After feeling him completely thoroughly inside you, it's like he left a spell on your body which made you addicted - to his touch, to his lips, to his cock, just to the way he made you feel. You did it on the bed, on the floor, in the bathroom as well. He knew extremely well how to lead you and you just went along. You made sure he felt good as well, deep throating the veiny monster he had, which made him whine and turn you on even more.

After your multihour long session ended, you had so many thoughts in your head. You felt filthy, you felt like you betrayed your dignity, but on the other hand oh damn it felt so good. You had no idea how you will explain this to Eric, but now you couldn't think about it. Juyeon took the blanket hugged you from the side holding your hand. He started massaging your knuckles and came closer to your ear. "How did it feel, babe?", he whispered. "Ah Juyeon, I don't know what to say", you answered, not knowing how to express your state of mind and body.

"I'm glad you could take it all you deserve.", he continued. "Next time, I'll allow Eric to join too. Now that we know that you're like us, you are ready to meet the other side of him, too."