Just A Flex, I Just Got Railed To Skz Oddinary Album 3 Times In A Row🥱😮‍💨

SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ACTIVE. BUT SUMMER IS HERE SO HOPEFULLY ILL BE ABLE TO POP IN EVERY SO OFTEN <3

Just found this acc and I’m so happy I did, I think I’m obsessed. And I had to ask — is this like a side of tumblr that I didn’t know about? Could you point me to other accounts like yours? Maybe with gg idols 🥺

(tho I’m not even a bg stan and I find your content so hot so any recommendations accepted)

I would love to help you but i actually know of no accounts that mainly do links and that's why I started this account! Some writers have anons who ask questions with prn links but that's all i really know! I'll try to incorporate more gg idols and do my research ! If you have any recommendations don't be shy to ask<3

SKZ Seungmin Link Masterlist

When he thrusts into your mouth <3

Helping you bounce on him

Car sex with him

7 seungmin Links (cum +riding)

More to come...

(If links are missing that were there before sadly they do not work anymore, for the Twitter account has been suspended)

GENIUS writer. Genius I tell you!

Sunset

Bang Chan x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, non idol

Warnings: Unprotected sex (Wrap it up, guys), Cheating (Married reader/ Chan is dating someone) , Strangers to One night lovers, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving) Slightly rough, Uh.. that’s it really? It’s just Smut, Sorry if I missed any tags. Explicit content so MDNI please.

Word Count: 2677

Note: First Person POV + This was something that I just whipped up real quick and wanted to share. It’s short compared to what I usually like to write but I thought you’d enjoy it! Just a quick smutty Chan fic to entertain ya.

Summary: The Sunset diner is your go to place to retreat, it allows you to meet new people while immersing yourself in the arts. It’s become your routine to relax at the diner every night and seek some...company. One night a new customer arrives and you just cant seem to keep your eyes off of him. You have to have him.

Y/n’s Pov

The Sunset studio and diner has always been a safe haven for me, ever since I was thirteen years old my step dad would bring me here and buy me a hot chocolate and two cookies before letting me roam around the studio and stare at the artwork in awe. It bought him enough time to smash whatever girl he picked up along the way in the bathroom then come back and act like he was never gone. I never cared, I was too fascinated with the artwork and the soft melodies of the guitars that the customers brought from home, or the grand piano by the entrance being played by whoever thought they were good enough to have the entire studio hear them. I was always amazed by those people, by their confidence, it was different from the kind that I possessed and I enjoyed being in its presence. No one has dared to play the piano in months though, not in my visits to the diner. 

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!TWT PRN LNK!Imagine brat beommie sending y/n this while they're at work</3

So cute!!!

Worth it | bc

o.m.g. my first ever actual post! Enjoy and send me any comments pls! My lack of smut experiences should be very clear

NSFW - Minors DNI!!!!

You've been counting down the days until Chan comes home, so imagine your surprise when you wake up to find him tucked in bed next to you.

Bangchan x Female Reader

Fluff & Smut

// Strong language, boyfriend Chan is the best, interchangeable use of 'Chan' and 'Chris' (sorry), explicit sexual content, references to pregnancy, minor breeding kink lol //

The sunlight floats through the half-closed blinds, waking you gently. You try to turn to your side, surprised when a weight presses onto your waist, pulling you slightly.

“Babe, stop moving.” A rough voice grumbles. You finally open your eyes, smiling softly when you spot his dark hair, his face buried in the pillow, and his arm tossed over you.

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet!” You whisper, trying not to make your excitement too noticeable. Chris had been in the Philippines for a week, with, as far as you knew, another 3 days left until it was time for him to come home. You’d fallen asleep early last night after a long day at work, crashing fully clothed on the couch at 8pm, but now somehow you’re in your most comfortable set of pyjamas, tucked up in bed.

“When did you get back?” You hear him grumble again at your question, finally shifting himself to face you, his hand moving from your waist to stroke your cheek.

“9 last night. I was so excited to see you! Imagine my disappointment when I walked in to find you fast asleep. You didn’t even wake up when I carried you across the house and changed your clothes. Babe, I even took your makeup off for you!” He has an exasperated look on his face, and you can’t help but laugh at his dismay. Snuggling closer into his chest, you sigh.

“I had a long day. If I knew you were coming back, I would’ve stayed up all night. Don’t blame me!” He pulls you in for a soft, chaste kiss, then goes back to stroking your face.

“I love seeing your face in person. I’m never going away again; I can’t handle more facetime.” He chuckles, his whole body moving. You know that isn’t true, you’re pretty sure he loves being the leader of stray kids more than he loves you, and that doesn’t bother you at all.

“Maybe I’ll just come with you next time. It’s not like I’d miss my job much.” You mutter, not expecting Chris to hear you. Suddenly, he pushes you back slightly, a dazed look on his face.

“You’d do that? You’d quit your job to travel with me?” He breathes. You purse your lips, weighing up your answer.

“Yeah.” You whispered. “I love you. I hate my job. If we had the money, I’d never work again just to be next to you for as long as possible.” You’re still whispering, unsure whether this is the answer he wanted. You’ve been a couple for 5 years, so your relationship isn’t new, but you still can’t be certain, insecurity making you anxious. Finally, you look up to make eye contact with him. His eyes are wide, tears gathering at one corner.

“Baby. Don’t tease me.” His voice is shaky.

“I’m not teasing you. I would. Seriously.” He pulls your face towards him, his previously gentle kisses becoming hotter and harsher, teeth pulling on your bottom lip.

“I love you more than anything in the world.” He sighs into your mouth before grabbing your waist again and pulling you onto his lap, sliding backwards so that his back is against the headboard. You giggle, gripping at his shoulders to keep your balance.

“You’re ridiculous.” You tease. His hands start to slide up the edges of your cami top, cold on your warm skin. You can feel the bulge in his pyjama pants, and you feel yourself giggling again. “Chris, my Darling.” He stops, dark eyes gazing up at you.

“Baby?”

“Does emotional intimacy really turn you on this much?” He rolls his eyes, gripping your skin harder and pulling you in for a wet kiss.

“It does. It really does. You should be intimate with me in every way, including emotionally.” He’s surprisingly serious, looking up through thick lashes, but you know he’s the one teasing now, as he begins to grind his hips. His hands start moving again, the thin piece of silk easily slipping over your head. “Mmmm.” He hums, gently placing his palms over your bare breasts. “I think I missed these the most.” You smack his hands playfully before reaching for his white t-shirt.

“Off please.” He lets go of your tits with a huff, stretching his arms upwards so you can slide the top off, resting your hands on his tight abs.

“I missed these the most.” It’s his turn to smack away your hands from where they’re caressing his muscles, turning you over so you’re lying on your back on the soft bed. The crotch of your shorts has already darkened from your arousal, and Chris notices immediately.

“The evidence doesn’t agree with that statement babygirl. These …” He pulled on the damp fabrice “tell the truth.” It takes him only a second to pull both the shorts and your underwear off at the same time, lifting your knees so that you’re fully exposed. As he slides further down the bed, you jump at a sudden ringing. Your phone, which is plugged in on the side table, is buzzing loudly. You grimace as you reach for it, sitting back up.

“Babe, don’t answer it.” Chan groans.

“It’s work, I have to.” You sigh, answering immediately. “Hello?” Your boss immediately starts ranting at you, begging you to come into the office as soon as possible, despite the fact it’s supposed to be your day off. You look down the bed to where Chris has started placing light kisses on your stomach, moving slowly further and further down.

“Quit. Just quit. We can afford it.” He whispers, making intense eye contact.

“Actually.” You interrupt your boss as he continues to ramble. “I resign. Effective immediately. Family business, you know.” Your boss is finally stunned into silence, right as Chris’ kisses start again, this time on the top of your thighs. “Sorry. Look, I have to go. Call Jae-si if you need any help, she knows what I’ve been working on.” With that, you hang up, and reach down to pull Chris’ face to yours.

“I can’t believe you did it.”

“I told you I would.” You chuckle, placing a light kiss on his nose. “You’d better make sure there’s an extra ticket for your next flight.” He pushes you back roughly, sliding until his nose is right by your clit. You had boyfriends before Chris, but no one could ever make you come from eating you out, you would swear he was magic. Breathing heavily, you grip the sheets. “God” You gasp. He hums.

“That’s not my name baby. Try again.” You roll your eyes. Even in the heat of the moment, he continues to make stupid jokes. You’re thrown over the edge suddenly, before you even realise it’s happening, body almost convulsing with the waves of pleasure.

“You are a god, Chris, I’m not kidding.” He leans over you, bare chest to bare chest, placing damp kisses onto your exposed neck.

“I love you.” He whispers, before sitting up, startled. “Wait, did you buy a new pack of condoms?” Your hand flies to your mouth. No, you haven’t bought a new box since you finished the last one. It had been months since you stopped taking the pill after 8 years on it, hoping that you might feel better off it. Chris purses his lips.

“I mean.” He carries on kissing your jaw. “We could risk it.” You push him up so he’s kneeling.

“If we risk it, you know I could get pregnant, right? Would you be ready for that?” You raise an eyebrow. He smiles, grin stretching all the way to his eyes.

“Fuck yes I’m ready for that.” Giggling with you, he slowly pushes himself into you, both shivering from the sensation. He’s gentle, sweet as he relentlessly places soft kisses on your neck, across your jaw, and over your cheeks. His thrusts speed up, and the kisses stop as he seems to head closer to his orgasm, bringing you along with him.

“Close?” You whimper, and he groans into your neck, nodding fast.

“So close babygirl. You?” You nod back.

“Where do you want me to come?” You lick your lips, making direct eye contact again.

“In me. Just do it.”

“Shit babe, really?” He gasps, and you nod back. Suddenly, you feel a new warmth as Chan’s release paints your insides. “Fuck you’re amazing.” He relaxes, pulling out slowly and lying himself next to you, breathing heavily. Without warning, you sit up, throwing his arm off your naked chest.

“Fuck!” He frowns, confused at your sudden outburst. “I just quit my job!”

Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

BC THERE'S SOMETHING ABOUTTTT CHA BABY THAT MAKES ME WANT TO GIVE IT TO YOU😨 KEEP IT IN THE CLOSET😆 (I'm sorry if this was not the inspiration but the title and the fact that closets are involved. Michael Jackson's in the closet)

make your move, set me free

pairing: lee minho x afab!reader

warnings: smut🔞!!!!!!!!, monster in the closet!minho, childhood friends to lovers but with a twist!, time jumps, like .2 seconds of mentioned jealousy, light angst, masturbation (f), voyeurism, unprotected sex, minho’s ribbed monster dick, horn sucking (???? you’ll know when u get there), horn rubbing (again, ???), monster creampie!

note: here he is! sorry it took so long, but life has been kicking my ass lately lmao. if this is bad….. just shhhh for my well-being. anyways, i do hope you enjoy!!! also just as an fyi… minho’s dick is shaped like the bad dragon sleipnir :-) also also let it also be known that idk what the hell he is like he’s just a thing i just made up shit really

the first time you met lee minho, you were six years old.

met is a strong word, considering the fact that you were laid shivering and scared in your bed at three in the morning. you always slept through the night, but recently you’d been continuously woken up at odd hours due to the noises coming from your closet.

it started with the creak of your closet door. you opened your eyes and rolled onto your back to reach for your teddy bear that you must have lost during the night. it wasn’t until you were about to fall back to sleep that you heard what must have woken you up in the first place. your head perked up from your pillow at the sound of your closet door slowly creaking open. you stopped breathing, gripping your teddy bear close to your chest as your heart pounds.

you don’t hear the noise again for a few minutes. maybe it was just the air conditioner? sometimes it makes weird noises, and your mom always complains about it. your head settles back onto the pillow when you hear it again, this time, with a whispered call of your name.

you can’t help but gasp, chest heating up as your heart pounds faster. you sit up in your bed before you can stop yourself, staring directly at your half opened closet. why did your parents have to put your bed right there? directly in front of the closet. your mom always makes sure the door is shut before she leaves your room to go to bed; you definitely didn’t open it, but somehow the pitch black interior of the closet is looking right back at you.

your eyes are adjusting to the dark now. the nightlight in the corner helps you to see, but it doesn’t provide enough light for you to see inside the closet. you can’t make out the shape of your clothes or shoes… you can’t see anything.

until you see red.

glowing red. two bright red eyes turn themselves into three and make themselves known to you, and that’s all it takes for you to scream.

“m-mommy!” you shriek, pulling the covers over your head and hiding your face against the plush of your teddy bear. you stay hidden until the light clicks on, and you feel your mother’s warm arms wrap around you. you slowly lift your head from under the blankets and look up at her with teary eyes. she coos and wipes your tears, soothing down your wild hair.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? did you have a bad dream?”

“mommy, shhh,” you bring a finger to your lips to quiet her. “there’s- there’s a monster in- in there. in my closet,” you whisper, pointing a finger conspiratorially at your now closed closet door. did your mom close the closet door when she came in?

“is there?” she asks back. you nod. “i know just what to do. can you be brave and wait here while i go get something?” you really don’t know, but your parents’ room is right down the hall. you finally nod your head again, and your mom plants a kiss to your hair before she scurries out of the room. your eyes stay locked on the closet door until she comes back with a spray bottle in her hand. she sits down beside you on your bed.

“i’ve been hoping i wouldn’t have to use this,” she sighs, showing you the bottle. “here, it’s monster spray. i got it from the store a couple weeks ago just in case. see! it,” she turns the bottle around to read from the back, “‘repels monsters, ghosts, goblins, and other scary creatures away in one use!’”

huh, that might be able to work. she stands up from the bed and makes her way to the closet.

“be careful mommy,” you whisper, gripping the blanket tighter in your hand. she takes a deep breath and cracks open the door, immediately shoving her hand inside to spray around. once she’s done, she shuts the door again.

“it says we have to give it ten seconds to activate. can you count for me?” you start counting as soon as she asks, going up to twenty for good measure. “that should definitely work. okay, sit back. let mommy check.”

your mom once again opens the closet door, this time fully, and she gasps. you gasp in response. there’s nothing in there; that must mean the spray worked! she moves your clothes this way and that, double checking to make sure it’s safe.

“i don’t see anything in there, do you?” she asks. you shake your head. whatever that was, it’s gone. your closet is back to normal. all you see are your clothes and shoes plus a couple of your winter clothes on the top shelf.

“you killed it! it really worked!” you cry, climbing out of bed to hug your mom tight. “can i- can i sleep in your room tonight? in case it comes back…”

“of course you can, sweetie, but here.” she hands you the spray. monster masher. “you keep this in here, okay? so the next time you see a monster, you know what to do. you can always call me for backup if you need.”

the next night, you’re still scared. it happens just like it did the night before, but this time you have the trusty monster masher on your nightstand. you hear the closet creak open and hold your breath, making up your mind that you’re not going to call for your mom this time. you’re big; you can do this. at the first whisper of your name is when you decide to slowly reach for the bottle, hoping that whatever is in your closet won’t see you.

you slowly slip from the bed, sticking close to the wall and tiptoeing to the closet. your hand is shaking where you grip onto the spray bottle. you’re sticking close to the door hoping that whatever is inside can’t see you from the side. you take a deep breath just like your mom did last time, steady your hand, and reach it into the mouth of the closet to spray as fast as you can.

you don’t want something to grab you and snatch you inside, so you quickly pull your hand from the closet and shut the door, remembering the instructions your mom told you and counting to ten. fifteen for good measure.

the first thing you hear is sputtering from the inside. you run to your light switch and turn it on before opening the closet door, and what’s inside surprises you.

it’s a boy, knelt on the ground and scrubbing his tongue with the sleeve of his shirt. he’s no ordinary boy though, you can tell.

at first, you notice the light purple hue to his skin. his eyes are a deep black; there are three of them, and tiny horns sprout from the tip top of his head. he looks a little fuzzy too, and definitely not as scary as he did in the dark.

“ack!” the boy cries, still swiping at his tongue. “wha’ i’that?!” you spritz him again and he flails, slapping the bottle away from you. “hey, stop it! i’m not a bug.” he finally sits up straight and glares at you, and his eyes flare bright red.

you gasp at that, taking a step backwards and tripping over a toy you left on the floor in front of your bed. you land with an oof!, cradling your wrist after you land on it hard. the boy scoots out of the closet and points to your hand.

“are you- are you okay?”

“please don’t eat me!”

he glares at you again. “if i wanted to eat you i woulda already.”

and that is history.

at sixteen, you’re still dealing with the monster in your closet. you’ve learned many things about him in the ten years he’s inhabited your space.

his name’s minho, he’s your age, and you’re his assigned human. that sounds stupid. you didn’t believe him at first, but he showed you the paperwork. where you go, minho will follow. his assignment to you is a serious one.

after those fateful nights all those years ago, you’ve surprisingly become quite good friends. you’ve had plenty of time to get to know each other. after all, he’s in your closet every night. he can come and go as he pleases and you can send him away, back to whatever monster realm he came from, but he always comes back. he’s gone to and from on his own free will, you’ve never had the urge or need to send him away.

one thing you’ve never been able to piece together though is what lee minho actually is. minho’s told you before that he doesn’t even really know himself. he’s more of a… thing. kind of like those mutt dogs, but he’s a monster instead. you’ve looked on all types of websites. blogs, forums, encyclopedia pages, but you could never find any answers to quell your curiosity. it’s okay though, however nosy you are doesn’t change the fact that one of your closest friends is a monster that halfway lives in your closet.

speaking of friends, one of yours inhabiting your room right now.

it’s not that minho’s jealous, he has other friends of his own. like changbin, a short and bulky zombie who clicks and chomps his teeth whenever he’s hungry and has a too-loud laugh. or chan, a werewolf with kind eyes and a tail that wags way too hard when he’s happy. you’re definitely not his only friend, but he doesn’t like when you have sleepovers with yours. and no, not just because you talk about your stupid crushes.

you’ve been sitting on your bed for the past hour, chitchatting about some wooyoung character that your friend thinks you’d look super cute with.

minho rolls his eyes, resisting the urge to thunk his head back against the wall of your closet. his horns have hit a growth spurt though recently, and he knows he’d put a hole in your wall by accident if he did. the final straw for minho is when you both lay down to sleep.

“would you go out with him if he asks you?” your friend questions, propping herself up on her elbow to look at you one last time before you both go to sleep. minho straightens up at that. he strains forward, as close to the closet door as he can get without bumping into it with his horns, and listens for your response.

“i- i mean, i dunno? maybe? i’d have to think about it, i guess,” you say. minho makes a face. his lip curls slightly in disgust, and the soft peach fuzz on his body bristles at your answer. that’s it, he’s heard enough. he’ll just have to wait until you fall asleep.

much to minho’s pleasure, it doesn’t take too much longer.

he starts his typical routine when he focuses and hears the evenness of your breath and your friend’s. it’s always a crack of the door. minho sits up on his knees and places one finger to the door, pushing it open slightly and reveling in the creak of the old wood. he knows you’ll wake up soon, he’s just not sure about your talkative and annoying friend. he gives the old door one more slow push, and it creaks again.

he’s a little disappointed in how used to him you’ve gotten because you barely even roll over at the noise of the closet door slowly opening. the same cannot be said for your friend, however. minho smirks as he hears her breathing catch in her throat and heart rate pick up. now that he knows she’s awake, minho’s about to enact the next step in his routine. come to think of it though, he doesn’t really remember her name.

instead of whispering her name in the dark like he usually would, he decides on the next best thing.

he whistles.

it’s a slow thing, starting out high pitched and ending on a lower tone, and minho has to try hard to keep from laughing when he sees her head whip to the closet.

still whistling that haunting little tune, minho creaks the closet door open once more and moves his head closer to the opening of it, finally allowing himself to let his eyes shine ruby-red. the rest of his body is hidden by the darkness of your room, but he knows that his eyes are visible.

minho hears your friend shake you awake and cover your mouth.

“oh my god, i think- someone’s in your fucking closet,” she whispers, head turning back to the closet and met with glowing red.

“oh jesus christ,” comes your muffled response. you fling the covers back and march over to your closet, hitting your light switch on the way there. you open the door and shove your clothes to the side, hangers screeching on their rack, dutifully smothering minho with your clothes and pushing him to the corner. he flails and his horns clatter against the wall.

“shit, haha- um! sorry, my boots fell. there’s- there’s nothing in here, see? look.” you move out of the way, showing your friend the inside of your closet. you shuffle through your clothes so that she can see the back. hidden by the wall, minho peaks around his face-full of clothes and stifles his laugh when he sees you do jazz hands at your friend. you catch sight of him and once again roughly shove your clothes back into his face and he flips you off.

“no, i swear. i swear i saw something glowing in there! and- and i heard whistling?”

“oh, i have a, um. jacket! a jacket… with sequins on it? you know what i mean? sometimes it catches the light from the window. and our air conditioning makes some really weird noises sometimes at night. yeah, um. sorry, no- uh, no whistling here!”

your friend laughs, slapping herself on the forehead. “you think i’m crazy, don’t you? maybe i should go home… i think i just- i might need to sleep in my bed tonight, you know?”

you sigh and shut your closet door so that you can sit beside her on the bed.

“definitely not crazy, i promise. here, let me help you get your stuff. i can walk you to your car too.”

you say goodbye, shutting the car door for her and telling her to text you when she makes it home. when you make it back to your room you stop in front of your door to collect yourself.

“what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you whisper yell, opening the closet door and looking down at minho. “you can’t just-! you can’t just do that, minho!”

he pushes your clothes off of him, stands up, and rolls his eyes, getting up from his spot in the corner and rubbing one of his horns.

“that hurt, asshole. there’s a hole in your wall now by the way.” minho sits on your bed and looks at you expectantly. when you don’t sit beside him immediately he pats the bed beside him and raises his eyebrows. you huff and plop down next to him.

you’re both quiet until you decide to speak up.

“why’d you do that? you’ve never done that before. you can’t just- just go around scaring the shit out of everyone that comes to my house! what if she saw you? like really saw you?”

“she talked too much,” comes minho’s response. you make a face at that.

“she did not!” you retort, smacking him on the shoulder. he doesn’t even flinch.

“she did so! all she talked about was that- that wooyoung guy and it was annoying me,” minho grumbled. you raise your eyebrows and scoff, nodding your head.

“oh. oh i see.”

“oh what, you freak? see what?!”

“you’re jealous, minho! you didn’t want her talking about wooyoung because you’re jealous!”

“you were right earlier,” minho says, leaning closer and lowering his voice. “she’s not the crazy one. that’s you.”

minho laughs when you grip onto his horns and shake his head like a bobble head. he flashes his eyes back at you playfully.

“there’s nothing to be jealous of. you’re mine. i have the paperwork to prove it.”

you didn’t think he would react this way.

the two of you have argued before, sure, you’re bound to have a few spats with someone cohabitating your space for ten plus years. it’s never felt as big as this though. this feels like more than an argument.

“i thought you’d be happy for me? we talked about how much i wanted this, minho. i can’t just stay here forever, why are you being like this?” you ask. you’re hurt. more hurt than you’ve been in a long time. minho saw firsthand how much effort you put into finding your first place to live on your own; he even kept you company and gave you his opinions on each apartment while you looked at their websites.

“that’s not- don’t put words in my mouth. of course i’m happy for you!” he doesn’t look happy though. “you worked so hard, and you deserve it. you deserve to finally have a place of your own. you know that’s what i think.”

“no i don’t know that, minho. i can’t know that if you don’t tell me. what’s wrong then? why are you so upset? you- you encouraged me to apply every time!”

“it’s just real now, it’s real. i don’t- did you ever think that i don’t want to go? i have to go with you. i have to follow you wherever you go, and i don’t have a choice!” the tips of his ears are turning a deep shade of purple and his eyes flicker from black to ruby. “i don’t get a fucking say in that! this may be your home, but it’s mine too, and i don’t want to leave.”

“then don’t. you don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to. i can’t- i can’t just stay here the rest of my life. i don’t want to, that’s not an option for me. i’m sorry minho, but i can’t.”

“you know that’s not how this works. i have to go with you, remember? i can’t stay here no matter how bad i want to! i’m tethered to you.”

“i can’t help that! i didn’t make the rules! it’s not my fault, and i’d fix it for you if i could!” you cry, sitting on your bed and putting your head in your hands. when you look at him again, your eyes are teary. “maybe you should go home, minho. your real home. i think i want to be alone now.” you can’t look at him when you say it.

minho opens his mouth and shuts it, nodding at the ground. by the time you look up again, he’s gone.

it’s been about a month since you moved into your new place, and you’re half convinced you’re never going to see minho again. you haven’t seen him since you left your parents’ home; this is the longest you’ve gone without seeing him in years. you miss his presence, but you know how stubborn and hard-headed he can be. you both are. despite that, you know he’s hurt too.

what makes it even worse is that you two were never able to put a name on what you were to each other. it always felt like there was something more under the surface of your friendship. you both felt that way, and you knew that. despite his exterior and matching sarcasm, minho was always affectionate and kind with you. his stay in your closet might have originated with the sole purpose of scaring you every night, but that’s been a lost cause for nearly a decade now. he was quick to hold your hand and squish your cheeks and was even your first kiss in high school. he held you when you cried and went out of his way for you when it seemed like no one else would.

it was easy to fall for minho. he is easy to love and easy to want. his absence from your life is glaring.

getting your new apartment set up was a lonely affair. your parents and some friends helped move you in and get things settled, but your trinkets and clothes and pictures are up to you. hanging up the last of your summer and fall clothes was when it hit you that you’re really alone. no roommate, no parents, no closet monster.

however lonely you might be is coming in handy now. you haven’t gotten off this much in years. you haven’t been able to much with minho staying in your closet, but you’re diligently catching up on all you missed.

the buzz of your vibrator is muffled by the comforter you’re laying under, and you shiver as you cum for what feels like the hundredth time that night. you’re finally starting to sweat, so you throw the blanket off, baring yourself to the fairy lights and four walls of your new bedroom. you shudder weakly one last time, holding down the power button on your vibe and turning it off.

you know you’re not done yet, just taking a break.

as your body takes notice of the chill in the room, your nipples harden. your fingers tap at them for a moment, and in no time you’re ready to go again. the toy you were previously using finds its way back to your cunt, and you turn it on its lowest setting to work yourself up again. it’s easy to do, you’re just so sensitive.

“f-fuck, fuck! minho, i can’t- please,” you cry, head shaking back and forth. you can’t contain the noises coming from your mouth no matter how hard you try, and your hips buck and buck against your hand.

if you had any presence of mind you’d hear the tell-tale sound of your closet door creaking open over the buzzing of your toy; you’d see three ruby-red eyes peering at you from your sea of clothes.

your body wracks with tremors as you bring yourself to your climax once again. your vibrator is soaked, fingers sticky wet. your thighs and the sheets under you are faring no better. you place the vibrator on your thigh to rest and bring your fingers to your cunt to lightly rub at your clit.

“m-minho, my minho,” you mumble. your clit’s so swollen and slippery wet against your pruney fingers. now that your toy is turned off and you’ve calmed down, you’re able to hear the closet door. you’re not even ashamed, just needy, and you focus your gaze towards the door. you know it’s him.

“my jagi,” minho responds quietly from the doorway. his eyes are locked on your face rather than your bare body. it makes you smile.

you reach for him and he comes to you as always. minho climbs onto your bed and wraps you in his arms like you’re not stark naked and sweaty, like he doesn’t smell your arousal.

“you’re here,” you say, caressing his horns as he bucks them lightly against your forehead. “i didn’t- i didn’t think you’d come back.”

“you called for me. you said my name, silly. i’ll always come when you call.” minho nuzzles his nose against yours.

“missed you. i missed you so much, minho.” your arms wrap around him and he rocks you slowly from side to side. minho’s hand slides down to your hip to squeeze the warm, soft skin.

“i missed you, jagi. i was so bored!” he cries, dramatic. “i can see that you certainly found a way to occupy your time.” his eyes flick down to your chest and right back up to your eyes. you grab one of his horns and pull at it to make his head shake and he laughs.

“you be quiet! i’m just… making up for lost time, i guess.”

minho hums. he lowers his face so his nose is only a breath from yours. “i hate that i missed the show,” he whispers. you bite your lip and situate yourself in minho’s strong arms, turning over slightly so you’re on your back so you can slowly spread your legs for him. minho’s hand follows the movement of your thighs, and he grunts when his fingers finally touch the silky wetness that sticks to the inside of them.

“you- you didn’t miss it. i wasn’t done yet,” you breathe. you arch your hips towards him and he finally meets your lips with a kiss. your second kiss, this one much more intense than its predecessor. it heats up quickly, a clash of lips and teeth and tongue. minho’s tongue is longer than yours, a little rougher, but definitely not unwelcomed. his palm kneads at your thigh as his tongue flutters against yours. “touch me, touch me please, minho.”

“greedy thing. i am touching you, jagi.” he cocks his head and it makes you huff. before he can say anything else, you grab his hand and bring it to where you’re craving him. despite how brazen the action was, you’re still sensitive from your previous orgasms, and it makes you hiss. minho’s small fingers play with your cunt as if he’s done it countless times before. you’d laugh if it didn’t feel so damn good. minho knows you better than anyone; it’s not a surprise that he’d just get it from the beginning.

“ahh, shit,” minho mumbles into the sweaty skin of your neck. “so soft. ah, such a wet pussy. how many times did you cum before you called for me?” he rubs at your clit with the pads of his fingers for a moment before bringing them to his mouth to wet. at his first taste of you he grunts, quickly bringing his fingers back down to your cunt.

“u-um, three, maybe? i think? fuck, minho please. i need you to take your clothes off! why am i the only one naked?”

you know minho, you know he wants to tease, but he surprisingly wastes no time in shucking his shirt over his head and pulling his pants down his legs. he goes for his boxers but stops.

“look, it’s a little… ah, how do i say this? different? special?”

you laugh at that. “hello? fucking- special?! minho you have horns on your head and three eyes, i don’t think your dick is going to scare me.”

minho shrugs and laughs with you, finally dropping his boxers and showing you what’s underneath. you’re right, it’s not scary, but it’s not like anything you’ve taken before. it’s thick, ribs and ridges and layers galore with a bulbous head. you bite your lip, reaching out to touch him with gentle fingers. your hand wraps around him and he grunts, lightly thrusting into your fist. it’s already oozing steadily from the tip, making the slide easier for both of you.

“oh, minho, that’s going to feel so good in me,” you breathe. you know it will. minho climbs between your legs and spreads them wide, eyes focusing on where you’re ready and leaking for him. he scoots forward on his knees and grabs the base of his cock, guiding himself to the slit of your cunt. your arms twitch when you feel the texture of him for the first time as he slowly grinds on you; minho’s already got your eyes rolling and he just started.

“oh my god, that feels so f-fucking good. it’s s-so! ‘m s-still sensitive,” you whimper. the ridges on his thick cock rub against you just right. “you’ll make me cum again.”

“yeah? mm, i think i’d like that,” minho hums. he takes both of your ankles in his hands and spreads your legs wider, fucking his cock against the slit of your cunt. there’s barely any friction because you’re so wet. that’s lost to minho though, he doesn’t seem to mind at all, much too busy watching the way your puffy clit catches on the mushroom tip of his cock.

“don’t you want to fuck me? please, see, ‘m ready for you,” you say, bringing your fingers down to your cunt to spread yourself open for minho. “tight too. promise.”

“you promise?” he raises his eyebrows, and his gaze flicks up to your face. “you promise your little cunt’s tight for me?”

you nod your head.

“let me come find out then,” minho hums. he taps the head of his cock one last time against your clit and smirks when your body jolts under him. minho guides his cock to your hole, slowly rubbing the tip against it as a taste of what’s to come. your eyes roll as the thick head slips into your cunt.

“yesss, jagi. you’re so relaxed, that’s perfect. just open up for me, let me in, that’s right. oh, you feel so good around me,” minho breathes. his head hangs low and his arms shake slightly where they’re holding him up.

“b-big, ‘s big, minho, fuck,” you cry. your pussy makes a downright filthy noise as minho thrusts fully into you, and you cover your face with your hands. minho tuts.

“talking to me,” minho mutters, smirking. his hands are quick to tug yours away from your face, holding your wrists together on your stomach. “don’t hide from me, you look at me when i fuck you, hm? keep those pretty eyes right here on me.”

you nod quickly, willing to do almost anything for him at this point. you can’t stop touching him, the cool peach fuzz on his body feels so good against you. minho’s not much better. he can’t keep his hands still either, gliding up and down your body. gripping your thighs, squishing your tits together, holding your hands. he’s missed you.

before you know it, you’re clutching onto his horns while he fucks you into the mattress.

“minho, please! fuck, more. please give me more?”

“i’ll give you everything. you’ll have everything you could ever want,” minho grunts. he complies with your request, fucking you so that you’re almost being pushed up the bed. you really might be if it weren’t for the grip you have on his horns.

“gonna make me cum. g-gonna cum on your cock, minho.”

“yeah? baby, jagi. cum. cum for me now.”

it doesn’t take long with you so sensitive, and soon you’re cumming for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. it might as well be with the way your body is quivering in minho’s hold

“fuck, cumming just for me. pretty, pretty baby.” minho slows his movements, but you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

“keep going. fuck me ‘til you cum. i can take it, i’ll be good.” that’s all it takes for minho to gather himself again and work back up to his prior pace. his eyes flash red, and they quickly focus on your chest. your chest is bouncing with the force of his thrusts, and he can’t keep his mouth off of them any longer. minho leans down and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue flicking and teeth nibbling at the little bud.

your grip on his horns slackens for a moment as you throw your head back, but soon you find yourself pressing kisses to them while minho has his fun with you. before you know it, you’re sucking on one like you would his fingers or his tongue or his cock. the curved appendage glides perfectly into your mouth with minho’s head ducked, the slide easy thanks to your spit. you bob your head on it as best you can while on your back, and it has minho panting into the sweaty skin of your chest. one of your hands clutches his shoulder as the other rubs up and down his other horn, stimulating it while your mouth is occupied with its twin.

“i’m- fuck. no one’s ever- oh, jagi. i’m cumming, cumming in this little cunt, shiiiit.”

minho pulls back, and his horn slides from your mouth. you slurp as much of your spit back into your mouth as you can as minho takes hold of your cheeks so that he can see you face while he cums. he’s quiet, short gasps leaving his mouth and stomach caving as he pumps you full of his cum.

he slouches down on top of you when he’s finished and you kiss his head. soon your positions are switched, and minho lays on his back while you curl up beside him.

“you know we have to talk,” you whisper, kissing his chest. minho hums quietly in response and takes hold of your hand that’s resting gently on his stomach.

“tomorrow. we’ll talk tomorrow, hm? just lay here with me tonight.” he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles.

you snort at that. “have you ever even slept in a bed before?”

“i’m about to,” minho laughs. he stretches his legs and wriggles down until his head is resting more comfortably on the pillow beneath him. “mm, i think i might like this better than the closet.”

GOSHHHH WHAT TO SAY ABOUT THIS SERIES. WOW WOW WOW. Please please please check this one out. Every single sentence is so beautifully written. I just spent 2 hours reading the entire thing and two hours very well spent<3 Super amazing job! Probably one of the best writers on this app<3

INNINGS.

PART I

Seungmin x reader. (s,f)

Chapters: Part II / Part III

Author's note: I'm in the mood for a fluff, this is actually the most sfw fic I've ever written. Part 2 will be out next Sunday!

"I have written down all the ideas, and you can start by trying to develop each one into a story," you pushed the note to him and showed him the things you jotted down during the brainstorming you did a while ago.

Seungmin nodded as you gave him detailed instructions cause it was his turn to continue working on the group project of writing a piece of fiction for the creative writing class.

You gave up guessing why he took the class in the first place because his major is Management, plus, he's a star of our baseball team, you don't see why he needs to work this hard because he's already earned his place.

"I will try my best," he said to you and took the note from you.

You gathered all of your things from the table and stuffed them into your bag.

"You got any other plans for today?" He asked, pushing his hair to the back, and it only made his hair messy, but the attractive kind of messy.

You shook your head, "I don't make plans on the weekend. I usually just stay at home and eat and sleep," you winced, regretting that you gave him too much information that he didn't need to hear.

"I don't have any plans as well," he said, slinging his backpack on his shoulder, "I was thinking if we can go somewhere together?"

You looked at him, and he looked at you with a glint of anticipation, waiting for your answer.

"Only if you want to, of course," he immediately added.

It was only 5 in the afternoon, and there was no harm in going somewhere with him, and who knows, you might enjoy spending your weekend not cooped out in your small rented studio.

You nodded, "Yeah, sure, why not?" And tried to sound coy when you gave your answer.

He beamed a smile at you, he stood from his chair, "shall we go now?" He asked.

"Do you have any ideas on where to go?" You asked him once both of you exited the library. The sun was still shining, and it felt nice to feel the warm glow of it after spending hours in the library.

"I have a place to go to have some fun," he said, fixing up the collar of his varsity jacket that he always wears almost every day, and when he is not wearing it, he carries it around by hanging it on the strap of his backpack.

You have no idea what kind of fun he has in mind, but you got curious to find out what kind of person he is outside the campus.

"Oh, that sounds nice," you responded with a smile.

It was hard to catch up on his walk because his stride is wide, and you had to walk a little faster to match your pace with him.

He was aware of it too, he suppressed a laugh when he realized you were half-jogging rather than walking, then decided to slow down, taking smaller steps as you both made your way through the crowded streets.

Seungmin took you somewhere that somehow looked like a parking lot, but once you entered the place and the constant thumping sounds you heard from the inside, you recognized that it is a batting cage.

"So, this is your idea of fun?" You asked him with eyes widened in disbelief, "more baseball?"

He nodded while grinning.

"I mean, you practice baseball all week long, and you play some more baseball to have fun?" You asked again since his first answer didn't satisfy you.

He nodded again, "this is fun," he assured you, then went checked in. The man at the front desk showed him the available slot among the row of cages.

"Come on!" He told you, and you followed him from behind. Your eyes lingered on the broad of his shoulders from the back, and his varsity jacket does nothing but accentuate it.

He opened the door to the batting cage, took a bat, and practiced a few swings before the machine started shooting balls in his direction. You winced every time Seungmin hit the ball right with the bat and made a loud popping sound.

And this is why he's the baseball star, he nailed every throw pitched at him, you knew it wasn't the same with the real game but still, watching him doing what he's good at is another level of attractive.

He lightly panted, then put down the baseball bat, opened the door, and held out his hand at you.

"It's your turn now!" He announced, stepping down a stair still with his hand held out at you.

You looked down at his hand with veins coiling on the back of his hand and down to his long, slender fingers.

"Huh?" Your eyes widen, nonplussed, "I'm not playing," you meekly said.

"I'll teach you," he said with a smile.

You shook your head, "No, no, no," you kindly refused his offer, "I'll stay here and cheer you up,"

He rolled his eyes, "my hand is getting tired here," his eyes motioned to his still outstretched hand at you.

You grimaced but caved in at the end, you took his hand, and he helped you climb the stairs into the cage.

"Just a warning, I'm so bad at sports," you whined, almost like a fussy toddler.

Seungmin handed you a wooden bat, "that's why I'm here,"

You reluctantly took the baseball bat from him, "I-"

Seungmin grabbed you by your waist and positioned yourself in front of him, facing to the side.

He placed his hands on your shoulders next, "first, line up your shoulders with your legs,"

You stood up straighter and did what he told you to do.

Seungmin looked down at your feet, "spread your legs wider," he ordered.

"Oh, wow, and you didn't even buy me dinner first," you joked and regretted saying it once it got out of your mouth.

Seungmin softly chuckled with his cheeks blushing profusely.

He cleared his throat, then put his hands on the small of your back, "keep your knees bend," he ordered.

You obeyed and bent your knees, awkwardly.

"Don't crouch or stoop," he warned, he grabbed your waist and swayed your body side to side, "it's important to have a steady and grounded stance," he added.

"Now, let me see how you hold the bat," he commanded.

You lifted the baseball bat and held it the way you know how to hold it.

"Is it right?" You asked him.

He put his hands on yours, "Don't hold the bat in the palms, it won't allow you to flex your wrist," he commented, then helped you wrap your fingers around the bat.

He traced your knuckles with his fingers, "see this?" He asked you.

You nodded.

"You should line up your knuckles," he said, so attentive as if he was training you to be a player.

When he was sure you gripped the bat the correct way, he showed you how to take a good swing. He practiced with you a few times as he whispered instructions so close to your ear.

"Keep your body in a straight line and keep your eyes on the ball," he instructed, again practicing another swing along with you.

"Relax your muscles and be ready," he finished but with his body pushed so close behind you only makes it harder for you to relax.

He put his hands away from yours and stepped back, "I think you're ready," he announced with a grin.

You suddenly felt so self-conscious that he left you on your own, "what if I'm not hitting any ball?" You asked him.

"We can always play another round," he casually said.

You roughly wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans before gripping the bat again, "what if the ball hit me in the face?"

Seungmin burst out laughing, "that won't happen," he assured you, then got out of the cage to watch you behind the chain-linked fence.

You let out a long sigh as the machine signaled that it was ready to pitch the ball, you repeated the instructions Seungmin gave you earlier in your head.

"Keep your eyes on the ball," you repeatedly said.

With a loud pop, the ball shot in your direction, and instead of swinging your bat, you dodged it.

"What am I doing??" You frantically shouted at yourself, then uneasily glanced at Seungmin.

"It's okay, just keep your eyes on the ball!" He instructed again.

You quickly got ahold of yourself, then gripped the bat so tight, you shifted your focus back ahead.

"Keep your eyes on the ball," you repeatedly said to yourself like it was a scared prayer.

When the ball came at you, you held up your bat over your shoulder just like how you practiced, then when the ball was close enough, you began to swing it, and there was a loud bang.

You successfully hit the ball with the bat, your mouth agape in surprise, then looked at Seungmin in awe.

"I did that?!" You asked him for confirmation.

He nodded while grinning from ear to ear, "look straight ahead! The next one is about to come!" He reminded you.

You succeeded in batting 6 out 10 and insisted on going for another round to make a better record.

"Not going to lie, that was so much fun!" You exclaimed with a stupid grin on your face.

Seungmin held out his hand to help you get down the stairs but ended up lifting you by your waist to get you off since you were too ecstatic to watch your steps.

"I'm glad you had fun!" He sincerely said, then put a cold canned drink in your hand, "here's to soothe your hand"

You looked at the inside of your hands and winced, "ouch!"

You didn't realize your palms were red and raw from gripping the bat too hard, you squeezed the canned drink and let the cold seep in.

"Your turn now!" You said to him.

"You want me to go again?"

You nodded, "yes," you replied while wrapping both of your hands around the cold canned drink.

"Okay then, I'll go," he said then got into the cage.

You watched as he took his stance and swung the bat over his shoulder like it was a natural thing to do, many people had been saying he looked so attractive when he plays, and that was when you knew what the fuzz is all about.

"Do you think I can make it into the team?" You half-heartedly asked him as you dipped your French fry into ketchup.

Maybe because you weren't used to using your body for sports that you got so hungry and finished the burger in under a few minutes.

"Maybe," he replied, after a moment of hard thinking.

You chuckled and dipped another fry into the ketchup then shoved it into your mouth.

"You got something..." he said to you, gesturing to your mouth.

You quickly wiped whatever was on your mouth.

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, but I have to invade your private space," he said to you before reaching up and wiping a drop of ketchup on the corner of your mouth with a tissue.

You hurriedly took the tissue from him and wiped it yourself, "thanks," you muttered and roughly wiped all over your mouth, just in case.

You looked down to avoid his gaze that somehow made you flustered. You never felt like this for a long time, the butterflies, the heart flips, and whatever it is that made the cold of your heart slowly melt. Actually, you never let yourself feel all of these things because they were all trivial and always led you to disappointment.

But something about him made your heart shift, all of these times, you thought of him as not more than just a popular guy on the campus, and that he'd act like an actual jock.

You smiled because he isn't so bad, maybe you shouldn't trust your prejudice in the first place.

"How're your hands?" He asked you.

You held out your hands with your palms up, "it wasn't as hurt," you answered.

He leaned forward to look at your hands, and his fingers trailed the bumps on your palms, "apply some ointment when you get home," he suggested.

"Can I see your hands?" You asked him, out of curiosity.

He held out his hands at you on the table.

You saw how his hands are calloused and rough, from years and years of training and holding a bat, you traced the bumps on his palm and cooed.

When you looked up, his face was so close to yours, and you could see the shine of his dark hair and imagined how soft it would feel in your hands.

He lifted his head, and his eyes met yours, you retracted yourself immediately, feeling flustered.

"My friend always said I don't have a knack for sports. I can't wait to tell her about today," you said with a grin on your face.

Seungmin softly laughed, his hand wrapped around his cup of soda.

"So, how long you've been friends with Kim?" He suddenly asked.

You got taken aback by his question but gave him the benefit of the doubt, he probably had seen you around with Kim on the campus.

"We're friends since junior high school," you answered, then reclined on your seat.

"She is quite something," Seungmin said with a snicker.

That was when the smile on your face slowly fades, not again, you said to yourself.

"She has a lot of fireworks in her," he added.

You scoffed and laughed to yourself, "yeah, she is," you half-heartedly added.

You refused Seungmin’s offer to drive you home and took the bus home instead, you felt the urge to be alone and be in your own space.

Arrived in your cramped, small studio, you face-planted onto your bed and just let your thoughts drown you in like usual.

You thought about how Seungmin almost got you with your guard down only to find out he was just like another guy who tried to get close to you, with the ultimate intention to get close to your best friend, Kim.

Kim is undeniably attractive, but apart from her physical appearance, she is the kind of person who got everything that comes easy for her and is good at everything. She knows how to get around people, in conclusion, she's everything you are not. She's always been the center of attention the moment you became friends with her, and you have always been there by her side, as the sidekick, the less attractive of the two, and last but not least, a quick gateway if anyone wanted to get close to her.

It had happened more than a handful of times already, some guys approached you only to ask you about Kim. You reminded yourself that it's not her fault, she didn't ask to be born that attractive the same as you didn't ask to be born less attractive than her.

You never felt bothered by it but sometimes, sometimes you just got so tired of explaining yourself to people that you are more than just Kim's best friend.

The next time you met Seungmin to work on your project, you worked in silence and only talked when you needed to. The silence became so deafening that Seungmin sensed something was slightly amiss.

"Are you okay?" He asked you while shuffling the papers in his hands.

"Yes," you shortly replied without looking away from the screen of your laptop.

You both continued working with the dead air hung in the space between you and him, it wasn't easy for you too but you swore to yourself never to let your guard down again.

Once you were done typing everything on your laptop, you shut it down and closed it.

"I think we're done," you informed him, gathering your notes on the table and putting your pens back into the case.

"I can do the final editing," Seungmin offered, but with the unpleasant look you gave him, he retreated himself.

"If you let me, of course," he quickly added.

You put your things back inside your tote bag, "It's okay, I can do it for us," you kindly refused.

Seungmin smiled back, "To be honest, you'll do a better job than me," he weakly said.

You felt bad for being so sour when all he did was being good to you, you forced a smile and said, "I'll email you the final edit, and you can tell me if there's something you want to change," you said to him.

He smiled back at you, and somehow it made you feel so warm inside.

"Can I treat you dinner?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck as he did.

You hummed for a while before coming up with an answer, "what about I treat you tonight?" You offered.

Seungmin got slightly surprised by the turn of the event and that he thought things were coming back to normal between you two.

"Only if you let me treat you dinner the next time," he said with an eyebrow raised.

You shrugged in defeat, "sure!" You replied, then got up from your seat.

You settled on your favorite pizza place that serves the most delicious cheese pizza, but that night you ordered half cheese and half pepperoni in large size.

"I don't think the two of us can finish this," Seungmin said when he looked down at the steaming pizza with cheese bubbling on top, the smell of it was almost aphrodisiac.

You pushed his cup of drink to the front of him on the table, "someone will be joining us soon," you told him.

And just like she was being summoned, Kim came through the door and shot you a teeth-baring smile the moment he spotted you.

You waved at her, and she half-jogged to your table, "oh my God, the pizza is here already!" She exclaimed.

She quickly sat down on the empty chair between you and Seungmin, she didn't waste time to take a slice and bit on it.

With her mouth busy chewing the food, she turned her head and jolted on her seat, "Oh, Seungmin!" She exclaimed.

You handed her your cup of drink, and she quickly swallowed her food to take a sip, "did you guys just work on that project together?" She asked.

Your eyebrows were raised in question because you never told her about it, well, you told her about the project but not about who your partner is.

You stifled a nod, "Yes, but how-"

"Always a pleasure to meet you, Kim," Seungmin cut in, then bit into his pizza.

Kim nodded in acknowledgment. So they have talked to each other before? It was obvious now because they didn't seem awkward toward each other.

"Seungmin, are you even allowed to eat pizza? Aren't you suppose to be on a strict diet?" Kim teased as she shove a piece of pizza crust into her mouth.

Seungmin snickered, "Only if you don't tell, Kim,"

"Are you aware that you'll not be 22 forever?" She asked him, taking another slice and tearing a piece.

"Yes, but I don't see how is that related to pizza," he replied.

You watched their conversation intently like watching a tennis match, Kim turned her head at you and laughed.

"Oh, have I told you that Seungmin and I went to the same kindergarten," she explained and tore another piece of pizza.

You gasped at the newfound revelation.

"Our moms are sort of besties," Kim explained more.

It was getting more obvious that they are close, closer than you thought. You nodded along and felt your appetite dissipate as you watched them talking and how good they looked together. And you saw the bigger picture, that maybe it wasn't a bad idea for them to be together and maybe they're meant to be, you never know but it was time for you to be out of that picture.

You dropped your unfinished slice of pizza and got up from your seat,

"I'm sorry, guys, but I have to go," you informed and hastily gathered all of your things, "I forgot that I have something to do with my mom and that I-" you blabbered, "I need to clean my room or else she'd give me hell," you sighed from excessive explanation you did.

"But you haven't finished your pizza yet, it's your favorite cheese pizza!" Kim said, getting up from her seat, but you pushed her back down onto her seat.

"I'm in a hurry, you know my mom," you came up with a false excuse.

"I'll go with you then," Kim offered.

"No, no, please stay," you refused and took a step back from the table,

"Stay and eat the pizza. It's my treat," you convinced her and put on a smile, "I'll be taking the bus, do not worry," you added.

"I can drive you if you're in a hurry," Seungmin offered.

You shook your head, "No, no, no, it's okay," you quickly refused.

You slowly retreated from the table, "I'll get going now, bye everyone!" You waved your hand at them then walked out of the door. You resisted the urge to look back and kept on walking.

Later at night, Kim came knocking on your door and barged in the second you opened the door.

"I know there's something wrong," she exclaimed as she plopped down on the love seat. She looked around your small studio and sighed, "you would have cleaned your desk if your mom really is coming," she said, looking up at you with squinted eyes.

"Your mom's favorite drama is playing every Saturday night, and on Sunday morning, she has that volunteer work at the nursing home," she elaborated as she put up her legs on the seat.

You probably shouldn't have lied to your friend, especially the one that had known you for years and knew every detail of your life

There was no way to escape this but to come out clean. You sighed then sat next to her, "Seungmin likes you, and I think," you paused and tried to ignore the twinge in your heart when you mentioned his name, "he's a good guy, and I think you look good together,"

Kim burst out laughing and reached for the snack you always stored under the table, opened a pack of chips, and began munching.

"I'm just trying to set you guys," you weakly said.

"You sound like a total dumbass right now," she said with her mouth full of food.

"I am not going to take that personally," you sneered at her.

Kim sat up straighter and scooted closer to you, "Listen," she began, "what I'm about to say to you is a hundred percent confidential, but since you got your panties in a twist, I have to intervene here,"

You looked at her rather confused and wide-eyed, "what are you talking about?"

She stopped munching and put down the bag of chips on the table, "Seungmin likes you," she said.

Your heart skipped a beat, "what?"

"He likes you," she repeated, "at the beginning of the term, he asked what classes you took, and you think he took a creative writing class for the grade, no honey, he did all that for you," she explained with her index finger pointed at you.

But the more she explained, the more confused you got, "wait, what?"

Kim heavily sighed, "he did all that to get close to you! that's how much he likes you,"

"But I thought he likes you," you stuttered and froze on your seat, learning the newfound truth about his real intention to you.

Kim rolled her eyes, "please, I've seen him piss his pants during a school trip, and he has seen my face got swollen from my allergy. We disgusted each other enough to have a romantic feeling," she groaned.

You stifled a laugh, surprisingly feeling so relieved that it was just a misunderstanding and also felt bad for being unpleasant to him, or worst, he thought that you didn't have the same feeling for him.

"I think I just blew my chance," you sadly declared.

Kim patted your shoulder a few times, "Hey, I never said it's too late to get him now,"

You glanced at her, "you knew?"

"Of course, I know you like him," she said as if it was obvious to her, then took the bag of chips back on her lap and started munching again.

It had been days since the last time you met after that little mishap in the pizza place, you saw him around the campus but never could get yourself to, at least, say hi to him.

Plus, the piling assignments didn't help and kept you occupied the whole week. It took its peak when you got called to your professor's office.

Your heart beating out of control as you stood in front of the door of his office, you took a deep breath before finally knocking on his door.

"Come in!" You faintly heard the voice from inside the office.

You swung the door open and saw your professor was talking to another student in his office, only when you got closer did you realize it was Seungmin.

"I called you both to let you know that I really like your writing," your professor told you both as you stood there facing his desk.

You sighed in relief and felt the knot in your stomach loosen, you glanced at Seungmin and smiled at him, glad to see him again than hearing the praises from your lecturer.

When the appreciation speech ended, and he let you both be on your way, you sighed the second you closed the door behind you.

Seungmin stood there next to you, "I think we make a good team," he said to you.

You smiled because the first thing he said to you after that unfortunate day was a positive thing.

"Yeah, I think we did," you agreed.

There was a silence awkward after all, but you quickly came up with something from letting the silence go on, "I think we should celebrate it," you said to him.

Seungmin nodded, "I'd love that,"

You thought of a place you can go to later when you are both done with your classes, "I think we can go to that cafe we-"

"But I can't, I have practice today," Seungmin added.

You closed your mouth and stopped talking, "oh," you tried not to sound sad but failed.

Seungmin pushed his hair to the back and always looked attractive doing so, "what about tomorrow?"

"Yes, sure," you immediately answered and winced for answering it too quickly.

Seungmin softly laughed, his eyes crinkled under the sunny afternoon light. He looked down at his phone screen to check the time, "I'll text you for tomorrow, I have to go now," he said, hoisting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

You nodded in acknowledgment, "yeah, you better get going," you said to him.

He flashed a smile that melts you from the inside, "I'll see you," he said with so much hope to see you again.

"Trust me, even though he didn't say it's a date, it is a date!" Kim said through your speakerphone.

You didn't know how long you had been trying out on some outfits for today, no matter how embarrassing it was to call your friend to help you pick on an outfit to hang out with a guy, you were just that desperate.

You slumped on the couch, "I don't think it's too late to bail on him,"

"Don't you dare!!!" Kim barked, "Put that outfit on and get your ass out there," she instructed, you could imagine her saying that while rolling her eyes.

"Then what?"

"Just be you," she said, "it sounds so cliche, but he likes you way before all this, so there's nothing to worry about," she convinced you, "and I have to go because my mom needs my help in the kitchen, good luck and bye!" She quickly ended the phone call.

You entered the cafe clutching the side of your skirt out of nerves, you spotted him right away on the table you both once worked your project on.

With hesitant steps, you walked up to him as your heart beat faster and faster.

His head tilted up when he realized you were coming his way, a bright smile rose on his face.

"Hey, you came," he said as soon as you were closing into his table.

"Yes, why wouldn't I?" You said back, you fought the urge to slap your mouth for saying it.

Seungmin chuckled, he got used to you blurting out whatever was inside your head.

"I was about to text you that I have to go somewhere," he said to you when you were already seated across the table from him.

"Huh? What?" You asked him, just in case you misheard him.

"My friends insisted on going to his party, and he won't stop until I really came," he explained.

You looked down at your lap, at your choice of skirt that took you hours to pick, and said, "oh," again, failing to not sound disappointed.

"I mean, would you come with me?" Seungmin asked again, rephrasing what he was trying to say to you.

"Going to the party with you?" you asked him in disbelief.

He nodded.

It wasn't like you never heard of a party before or had never been in one, but to be seen together with him at a party was a big deal.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to," Seungmin added with a reassuring smile.

But of course, you didn't want to disappoint him, maybe it was a party of a friend that is not from the campus. You braved yourself and nodded, "it's just a party, I say let's go," you said with such coy.

Being in a car with Seungmin and seeing him driving was something you never thought you would ever witness. But here you were, sitting on the passenger's side and stealing a few glances at him as he drove with his eyes focused on the road ahead.

You let yourself look at him for a while and saw that he is wearing a blue sky shirt underneath his varsity jacket with his hair is neatly styled and parted in the middle. Your eyes lowered to where his hands gripped the steering wheel that made the veins on his hands prominent.

You looked away when he was about to look your way, you were glad he was playing music, or else, he would hear the noises you made when he was about to catch you looking at him.

Forget about staying invisible at the party, everyone recognized you the moment you got out of Seungmin’s car and got so self-conscious, you thought of fleeing the scene and start running back home.

"We don't have to stay long," Seungmin said, he sensed that you were nervous being there with him, " I'll just say hi, and we can be on our way," he added.

His words didn't quite calm you down, but something about the way he inserted the word we as if it was something as natural. We and that we mean, you and him.

You shot a thin smile at him, "I'm alright, just take your time," you convinced.

Seungmin didn't bother to introduce you to anyone since you were already well acquainted with everyone, which is a perk from having a popular friend. You ignored the curious eyes on you and went on your way, but you decided that maybe Seungmin wouldn't like having you following him around like a puppy so you let him socialize with his peers that are mostly his baseball teammates.

But when you were about to leave his side, he grabbed you by your wrist, "I want you to meet my friends," he said to you.

You blinked a few times at him, not sure if you heard him right.

Seungmin introduced you to his friends, and you shook hands with each one of them, they didn't look as bitter as you think they would, they looked alright and welcoming instead.

"Let me get you a drink," one of his friends offered.

You kindly refused him, you knew the drink was spiked with alcohol, and you are not good at drinking.

When his friend handed you a drink, someone nudged your back and sent you tripped forward, the drink sloshing all over your white blouse.

Your mouth hung open, looked down at your blouse with a red stain on it and reeked of alcohol.

"I am so sorry," his friend quickly apologized.

You slightly shook your head at him, "it's fine, I'll excuse myself to the bathroom," you said to him and quickly made your way out of sight, out of Seungmin’s sight especially.

"It's the second door on the left," he shouted the direction to you then broke into a run.

You locked the bathroom door and hoped no one would come banging on it since you would be likely staying in there for a long time, at least until you washed off the stain on your blouse. And that too, only if you succeeded washing it off.

When you saw your reflection in the mirror, you got hopeless. The night had just started yet you were already a mess, and there was no way you could get rid of the stain on your blouse, you almost broke down crying when you heard a knock on the door, “A moment, please!” you shouted to whoever behind the door.

“It’s me,”

You recognized Seungmin’s voice right away, you reluctantly opened the door, just slightly ajar, and peeked out, “Hey, I’ll be out in a moment,” you immediately told him.

He didn’t say anything but handed you his jacket through the door, “Here, use my jacket,” he told you.

You took it from him.

“I’ll wait for you here,” he said again.

You nodded, “Okay,” then closed the door.

You stared at the varsity jacket that he always wears, draped around your hand, and hesitated to wear this saintly piece of clothing.

You reminded yourself that you have no choice but to wear it, and since there was no way for you to salvage the blouse, you threw it into the trash bin. You washed your hands, wiped the sticky juice with a wet cloth then put on Seungmin’s jacket next. It was too big that you pulled the sleeves up to not let your whole arms hands engulfed by it and buttoned the jacket since you were wearing nothing but your plain white bra underneath.

You fixed your hair and fixed your make-up, it was the least you could do to look presentable. You gained your composure back and opened the door, found Seungmin leaning against the wall waiting for you.

You smiled awkwardly at him, not feeling confident in his jacket and definitely not looking as good as him in it.

Just like he could see right through your mind, he said, “It looks good on you!”

“Thanks,” you shyly muttered to him.

“Shall we go now and continue our date?” he asked.

Your heart flipped at the word date, so Kim was right, it was a date after all. You nodded at him and began following him as he parted the sea of people filling in the place, your feet were on the floor, but you felt like you were floating.

“I’m sorry that we can’t have proper dinner meals,” he said to you as the both of you sat on the cap of the car with burgers and fries you bought from the drive-thru, looking out at the city view from the top of the parking building.

You smiled at him, “it’s more than alright! I love burgers!” you said to him with such enthusiasm.

Seungmin bit into his burger, “I’m sorry about your blouse,”

You swallowed the food in your mouth, “No worries. It’s just a blouse!”

When both of you were done with the food, you stared out at the view and enjoyed the pleasant night, despite the cold air kept blowing in your way, you were glad you were wearing his jacket.

“Kim said you were a quiet kid in kindergarten,” you told him.

“I still am,” he responded with a low chuckle.

“I’m not sure about that, you are a different kind of quiet,” you said, you shoved your hands into the pockets of the jacket.

“Yeah?” he asked, “What kind of quiet?”

You hummed, “The kind of quiet that is not because you don’t have anything to say, it’s actually the opposite, you have so many things to say but decide to only say things that people could perceive,”

Seungmin got quiet because he felt like you just saw through him.

You turned your head at him, “It’s okay to talk your thoughts out, you know, who knows you might find someone that understands you,” you finished with a smile.

Seungmin intently looked into your eyes and smiled, “I think I already did,” he said.

He was slowly leaning in at you when raindrops suddenly came pouring down on you, your hands covering your head, while Seungmin grabbed your hand and took you back into the car.

He opened the backseat door, and you hurried into the car so he could get in after you, you wiped the drops of water on his jacket with your hands and from your face, afraid that it ruined your make-up.

"I didn't know that it will rain today," he said as soon as closed the car door.

"I think it's the spring rain," you crooned and hugged yourself.

When it got quiet, the limited space of the car got a lot smaller by the second and none of you wanted to break it.

Seungmin cleared his throat and broke the heightened tension, "You know, Kim and I, we're just friends," he uttered out of the blue.

You already knew that he would say something about it at one point in the evening but didn't know he would choose this moment, were you both in the car and surrounded by the pattering of the rain.

"Yeah, I know," you told him, you shoved your hands into the jacket pockets, mostly to avoid the urge to touch him since his knee is only inches away from yours.

Seungmin got quiet again and shifted on his seat, "but you did think that I like Kim?"

You stifled a nod, "I got so used to being Kim's wingman," you joked.

Seungmin scooted closer to you on the seat, "Can I tell you something?" He asked.

You turned your head at him, "yes,"

"I like you," he said with eyes unwavering, looking deep into yours, "I like you a lot," he emphasized the last word to let you know how much feeling he has for you.

You smiled at him despite the burning feeling of blurting out how you felt about him to the tiniest details, but for now, you settled with, "I like you too," you said back, "a lot,"

A smile rose on his face, ever so softly, so gently as the sun rises. He leaned in so close, and you closed your eyes, soon after, you felt the plush of his lips on you.

Your heart palpitation and hands balled into fists inside the jacket pockets when he put his hand on your jaw. He opened his mouth and captured your lips between his, brushing his lips over yours like he was savoring a cone of ice cream.

He used his tongue to pry open your mouth until you gave in yourself, opening your mouth to him with a delightful sigh.

He didn't waste any time to taste you, invading your mouth with his tongue and twirling it with yours.

The kiss was slippery and hot, his fingers wrapped around the side of your jaw while his thumb steadily pulled your mouth down to keep it open.

You reclined on the seat and let him deepen the kiss, finally braved yourself to get your hands out of your pocket and tangled them in the soft of his hair.

The sounds of the rain hitting the roof of the car drowned out the smooching sound of your kisses and the occasional sighs you let out against his lips.

He pulled away slowly, swiped his thumb over your swollen, red lips, glistening wet with a mix of his saliva and yours.

His hand traced down your neck and stopped at the base of your throat, to where the top button of your jacket rested.

You gave him a nod of permission, and he acknowledged it, he began working to open it one by one. His eyes followed to where his hand worked while you were watching his face with his mouth slightly open.

Seungmin swallowed once he was done unbuttoning your jacket, he sighed when he put his hand underneath and slowly revealed your skin inch by inch, parting the jacket open and sliding it off one shoulder.

He whimpered as his fingers trailed your collarbone and the skin under your bra strap, "you're so soft," he softly muttered.

You bit your lower lip to fight the urge to kiss him and failed, you pulled him by the collar of his shirt then crashed your lips on his.

While your lips were connected in a long, passionate kiss, Seungmin ran his hand down your chest then gripped your waist to hoist you up onto his lap.

You gasped when your mouths unattached and straddled him with your legs on each side of his, your face hovered only inches away from each other. He reclined on the seat, with his head tilted up at you. You looked into his eyes, clouded with lust and intensely staring at you.

He placed his hands on your waist, and you shuddered when his hands moved to the small of your back, roaming on the skin, and you could feel the roughness of his fingerpads.

He withdrew one hand and reached up to cup your cheek, "you're so beautiful," he said to you, swiping his thumb over your lower lip.

You smiled at his praise, shyly looked down at his chest, that even with his clothes still on, you could feel the firm of his muscles under your touch. You put your hands on his shoulders and traced the broad of his shoulders, your breath quickened since it was something you badly wanted to do.

Seungmin slowly pulled you by your chin to plant a soft kiss on your lips, a kiss that escalated things where both of your bodies pressed close together.

Your hands were in his hair while his hands were all over your body, he dragged his lips down to your neck and began kissing the thin, sensitive skin making you softly moan into his hair.

He slid the jacket down your shoulder, slipping his finger under the strap of your bra then placed a tender kiss on your collarbone.

You put your hands around his neck as he made a trail of kisses across your chest, tilting your head up and pressing your lips together to muffle your moans.

The rain has turned into a drizzle, but the window started to fog, the space inside the car shrunken by the seconds, and all you did was pull him closer and closer until there was no gap left between your bodies.

Seungmin sank his mouth on the skin between your breasts with his hands wrapped you tightly in his embrace.

When he looked up at you, you smiled at him then gave his lips a quick peck.

Seungmin lifted his head to capture your lips into a kiss again, and you softly laughed against his lips.

For a moment, you were so caught in the moment you didn't realize your phone was ringing, and you tried to ignore it, but it kept on ringing.

You winced, "I'm really sorry," you said to him, then got off of his to get your phone from inside your purse on the front seat, you quickly punched the accept call button.

"How was it? How was the date? Where did he take you?" Kim shot you questions the second you picked up the phone, you glanced at Seungmin in unease, afraid he could hear her through the phone.

"Kim, I'll call you later," you quickly replied.

"What? Why? Don't tell me you're making out right now? Holy sh-"

You abruptly ended the call and put your phone back in the car, you sat back next to him again in the backseat.

It was so quiet and dark in the car, beads of water rolling down the car window.

Seungmin took your hand in his and held it, "I'm sorry that I couldn't take you on a proper date," he said to you.

You turned your head at him, "I like it. I like the elements of surprise," you playfully commented.

"I'm glad," he said with a low laugh.

Even in the dim light, you could see his eyes crinkled as he looked at you.

"Ready to go home?" He asked.

Deep down, you just wanted to stay with him a little longer or if you could, spend as much time with him as possible yet you nodded at him, "yes," you answered.

Seungmin reached for your jacket and pulled it close, you began buttoning them yourself. Seungmin helped you fix your hair by putting strands of hair behind your ears, "you're so beautiful," he murmured, it felt nice to hear the praise again, and you could tell that it was sincere.

When you were about to say something but his lips were already got ahead of you, kissing you briefly to leave a taste of his lips before letting it go with a sweet smile.

Arrived in front of your apartment building, Seungmin parked his car in the parking lot. He immediately got out of the car to open your car door, and it took you by surprise that something like this happen to you.

Seungmin walked you to the entrance of the building but did not get in.

You turned around to face him, "thank you for today," you said to him.

He grabbed your hand and clasped it with his, "no, thank you for not running away from the date," he joked.

You laughed, "I had a great time,"

"Me too," he said back, squeezing your hand then rubbing the skin on the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Your jacket," you jolted when you remembered you were still wearing his jacket, "if you don't mind waiting, I'll change my clothes and give it to you,"

He shook his head, "you can give it back to me tomorrow,"

"Okay," you responded.

You didn't know how long you stood there facing each other, looking at each other’s eyes, and was not quite ready to part for the day.

"I should go," he said, but his feet nailed to the ground.

"Okay,"

"Okay," he said back.

You giggled at how adorable he looked, you initiated first, stood on your tiptoe, and kissed him on the mouth.

"Goodnight!" you said to him and slowly let go of his hands.

Seungmin shyly smiled then said, "Goodnight!"

You waved your hands at him before starting climbing the stairs to get to your studio, and once again felt like you were walking on clouds.

We have to talk!

Seungmin said in his text.

You knew that nothing good ever comes out of those words, and it was the first text Seungmin sent to you that day. You got fidgety in your seat during the first class, couldn't focus on whatever the lecturer was saying at the front of the class.

Is there something wrong?

You typed a reply with your phone under the desk.

Meet me in the library after class

The class will end in fifteen minutes, and your feet bounce in anxiety under the table, counting down the seconds that lead to it. All kinds of thoughts rushed through your head, and none of them helped to calm you down. Because all you think about was if Seungmin has a second thought about dating you. When the class ended, you still couldn’t decide whether you should be excited or scared.

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