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what the hell are we?

leeknow x female reader

warning(s): slight smut/nsfw, slight angst, drinking alcohol, arguing, swearing/foul language

summary: fucking leeknow with no strings attached was harder than you thought I’d be

romantic trope: fuck buddies to lovers

MINORS DNI

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“that was quick.” you break the irritating silence.

“I got somewhere to be.” the man before you replies coldly. tugging his shirt over his broad shoulders.

you lift your hips up and pull your shorts over yourself. “okay, where?” you stand up.

“it doesn’t matter-“

“you question me when I go out,” you interrupt, already annoyed at where this was going.

“so, where are you going?”

he scoffs, adjusting his pants. “I’ve been thinking about something,”

you shrug, patience growing thin.

“I met someone, a few nights ago. a girl, actually. and she made me feel things.”

“feel things? feel what minho?”

“like I don’t need this, I deserve a real relationship. not whatever this is.” he points a finger between the two of you.

“whatever this is—what the fuck?”

“don’t even. this is—was nothing but sex,”

you hold back. wanting desperately to protest, to fight back.

“what? did you catch feelings?” he finishes with a harsh question. not knowing his words just stabbed you in the heart.

“no.” you lie through your teeth.

you caught feelings for minho long ago. specifically the night he was inside of you, making you feel good per usual. and he did the unexpected.

he whispered in your ear that he loves you.

he loves you.

so what he was telling you now, felt like a bullet to the heart.

“I’ll be going, then. she gets off about this time.” he glances at the watch on his wrist.

“unbelievable.” you whisper. minho looks back at you, but you shake it off.

“m’sorry. we can still be friends you know?” minho attempts to lighten the mood, nudging you with his arm.

“minho, get the fuck out.” you snap. clamping your hands on both his shoulders and turning him around. you push him towards the door, watching as he protest.

“hey!—you really wanna end things this way?”

“I don’t give a fuck how things end, get the fuck out.” you take your hand off of his shoulder to unlock and swing the door open. pushing him out and slamming the door in his face.

you pause for a couple of seconds, expecting some reaction out of him. when you heard nothing, you took a few steps away from the door. your heart heavy. leaving the door, you walked back into your apartment. slumping down on your bed. inhaling and exhaling in hopes to soothe the awful feeling.

“fuckkk me.” you roll over to grab your phone, hoping social media would squeeze the sadness out of you.

when your close friend, jisung’s face popped up on your screen. you were looking forward to the social media soothe.

you pick up, pressing your phone on your ear.

“hello?”

“what’s up baby!” his voice loud enough to make your ears ring. he almost sounds drunk.

“what do you want, ji?”

“guess who’s having a party tonight!”

“you.” you sigh.

“how’d you know?” you could hear his pout.

“I don’t know—maybe because you have one always every night.” you laugh,

“I do not. are you coming though?”

you take a deep breath, “no, I’m not really in the mood.”

“why? what happened?”

“leeknow happened.”

you hear jisung shift, “what did he do?”

“he found someone, and told me after, after a fuck session.”

“oh, that’s fucked up. well, I mean there’s plenty of dicks in this world what’s so great about—“

“I don’t just like his dick, jisung. I like him. that asshole made me fall for him.”

jisung goes quiet for a few seconds, “well, I’m really sorry but—I need you at this party. your my sister. maybe you’ll meet someone better than him, you’re beautiful.”

you exhale, “fine. I’ll go.” annoyed at how you could never say no to precious jisung.

“good, great. thank you.”

“bye.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, ji.”

you pull your phone away from your ear, hanging up the call with a groan.

you drop your phone down near your head, staring at the ceiling blankly. you feel your eyes grow heavy and sleep take over you.

you don’t know how long you slept, but you know you did long enough for jisung’s party to be starting in an hour.

you don’t want to go at all, you want to stay in your bed and do nothing. absolutely nothing.

but if you don’t show up, your squirrel-like friend will be destroyed. so what choice do you have?

you enter the bathroom, flicking on the light.

you lean down and open the small drawer guarding all your makeup. you pull a black bag out and shut the drawer with your knee.

you retrieve your usual makeup products from the bag.

you decide to go for a darkish look, something sexy. you start painting your face, brushes gliding across your skin.

you feel a wave of satisfaction, looking up to glare at the girl in front of you, feeling on top of the world. 

you exit the bathroom, a form fitting black-dress already sitting pretty on the edge of your bed. waiting for you to slide your curves in it.

you retrieve a brush from your nightstand, brushing your hair until you were happy with the outcome. you’re very happy, your hair finally worked with you, not against.

you walk over to the bed, eyeing the dress again. wondering if you can pull it off.

“fuck it.” you strip, yanking your clothes off and tossing them across the room. you slide the dress over your legs first, then your ass, then the rest of your body.

you strut to the bathroom, almost gasping at your own reflection. you look—badass. and it makes you want to go out and buy a motorcycle, a leather jacket, and a badass helmet. you laugh.

“shit.” you inspect your body.

maybe you will forget about leeknow, maybe you’ll find someone new.

“thank you for the ride, changbin.” you take his hand as he helps you out of his car. he holds the small of your back, and it makes you feel things but you shake it off. he’s a good friend of jisung’s, though, you and him never really got to properly meet, he came across really sweet.

“no problem, y/n.” he gently pushes you infront of him, wanting you to stay in his sight.

you walk through the door, changbin follows behind you. the large house reeking of alcohol and sex, classic jisung party. the house is full of people, the music louder than your thoughts. different types of conversations, unfamiliar voices, glances, stares.

‘this is a party alright’. you pout, lost in thought.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink, you coming?” changbin interrupts your train of thought.

“I’m gonna go look for jisung, then I’ll meet you back here.”

changbin nods, disappearing into the crowd.

you brush past the unfamiliar people, making your way up jisung’s stairs. glad you were at least familiar with his house. you sigh, strutting past a couple eating eachothers faces off. cringing as the wet sounds fade.

you reach jisung’s room, feeling relieved it was him sitting on the bed, not a couple fucking.

“jisunggg.” you drag, reaching him and kneeling infront of him. he slowly looks up, his low eyes and red cheeks informing you that he was shit—faced drunk. you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes.

“are you seriously drunk already?” you lift your free hand to push his hair out of his face.

“who’s drunk?—I’m not drunk—I’m fucking, yeah. I’m fucking good.” he stammers. his breath reeking of alcohol.

“okay, come on. lay down.” you push him down by his shoulders. you grab a small garbage can from the corner of his room, placing it beside his bed, right near his head just in case he has to puke.

“heyyy—I, hey, who said I wanted to sle—sleep?”

“me and those eyes of yours, lay back.” you pull his shoes off of his feet.

“if you need to throw up, there’s a trash can right here.”

“mmh.”

“you know what—where’s chan? is he here?” you question and jisung nods sloppily.

“he’s in the guest bedroom—I think.” he giggles, pulling his knees up to his stomach, curling up into a ball.

“good, he needs to watch after you.” you storm out of the room, slowly twisting the doorknob to the guest room. you swing the door open, thankfully it’s chan.

he turns to you, gaze softening when he realizes it’s you. “y/n.” he walks over to you, pulling you in a hug.

you wrap your arms around him, “I’d love to hug you longer but, jisung’s a bit of a mess right now.”

“Is he drunk?”

“yeah.”

chan chuckles, “of course, I gotchu.”

you pull away. “I can watch him, I don’t wanna stop you from—“

“y/n, it’s fine. I got it.” he reassures. running his hand up and down your arm.

“thank you.” you smile. chan shifts past you and into jisung’s room.

you thank chan once more in your head. making your way back to changbin as promised. he’s leaned against the kitchen counter. buff arms fixing himself a drink. “hey.”

he turns to you, “finally, here.” he hands you a cup.

“sorry, I had to get chan to watch jisung. he’s all over the place.” you take the drink from his hands.

you take a sip of the drink, eyes squinting at the overly sour, burning taste.

“I saw minho, he asked if you were here.”

you choke, changbin’s hand goes to your back in an instant. “why?”

“what do you mean why? aren’t you guys like—friends with benefits or something?”

“he just ended things this morning.”

changbin slowly nodds. “looks like he’s not over you, then.”

“he found someone new, he told me.”

“Is that her?” changbin points to jisung’s couch and your eyes follow his finger. it’s minho, manspreading with some brunette in his lap. and your heart drops to your ass.

“well, shit.” you can’t look away, even with changbin grabbing your jaw to force you.

“hey, fuck it. look at me,” you turn your attention towards him, but the image still flashes in your mind.

“it’s okay, y/n.”

you feel your throat closing at his words.

“no it’s not changbin, how can he—how can he make someone fall in love with him and just leave like that? how can he tell someone he loves them and just turn around and leave them for somebody else?—it’s not fair!” you slam your cup down, the liquor slashing you in the face. you cover your face with your hands, sobs escaping your lips.

you hate how vulnerable you feel right now. you hate how minho is the one doing this to you.

your heart began to hammer, “how come I fell in love and he didn’t?” you sniffle in between words.

changbin turned you away from everyone, not wanting anyone to see your hurt. he grabs the sides of your face and wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“do you want to go?” changbin’s voice small and soft.

“please.”

“call me if you need anything!” changbin shouts from his car. you wave him goodbye, smiling at the genuine concern.

he watches you enter your apartment. making sure you get in safely before driving off.

you enter your apartment, kicking off your heels. you huff, entering the bathroom.

you stare at yourself in the stained mirror. “what does she have that I don’t?” you question, eyeing your body for the second time tonight. way less confident than before.

your phone vibrates in your hand, pulling you back to reality. you lift your hand up, gasping at the name across your screen.

lee minho.

you raise your eyebrows, wondering what the hell he could want.

you pick up, “what.”

“come outside.”

“what—“

“hurry, bye.” he hangs up.

you groan, making your way to the front door. when you swing the door open, you meet eyes with minho.

swaying back and forth at your doorstep. he lifts an eyebrow. “it’s a little cold, can I come in?”

“why are you here? where’s your girlfriend?” you cross your arms, blocking any empty spaces he could slide in through.

“we got in a fight.”

you scoff, “so you come back because you’re fighting? not because you want to apologize?”

“no—can we take this inside?” he suggests,

“you have five minutes.” you move, allowing the man in. you shut the door behind him.

he walks to your kitchen counter, pulling a chair back and lowering himself down on it with a groan. you follow, settling in the seat beside him. “okay, listen. me and her fought because I wanted to follow you out, I saw you at the party. I saw you, I saw you cry. and my first instinct was to follow you, make sure you were okay. and she got angry,”

he took a deep breath, “and we started arguing, and I ended up, bringing you up.” he finishes.

“oh god. what did you say.”

he fixed his gaze on you. “I said I should’ve stayed with y/n, I told her that you were better.”

“minho—“

“but she confessed to me. she told me she only wanted sex out of me. and I thought of us, what I said to you. I told you that there was nothing between us, that it was only sex. I didn’t mean that, y/n. I just—she offered to give me a real relationship, I thought you didn’t want a relationship with me, I thought being with her would make me stop hurting.”

“I did, I do.” you look down at your hands. too afraid to look him in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” minho turns your face towards his with his index finger.

you move closer to him. “you made a mistake leeknow, we all do. I forgive you.”

“I’m done,” he stands, walking to stand in between your legs. “that friends with benefits thing is done. I want to be more than that.”

you place your hands on his hips, “what do you want to be?”

he leans down, smashing his lips on yours. his teeth tug at your lower lip, his tongue sweeps in your mouth, leaving you breathless as he pulls away, allowing you a single gasp before slating his mouth over yours again.

you feel his body stiffen as you grip the sides of his belt, pulling yourself against him. far from patient with your kiss.

its demanding, forceful, you slide your tongue against his lips to draw it between your teeth,

swallowing the small surprised moan it snatches from him.

he pulls away, smirking. “I think you know what I want to be. will you be my girlfriend?”

“I will be your girlfriend.” you stand up and impatiently tug him towards your room.

Wowwiieeee. I don't think I've ever been so infatuated with a story like this. I have never been one for fantasy or bxb smut but this is just so beautifully written. Your takes on humanity are so true and the way you spin it into this faerie fantasy web has me kicking my feet and giggling like an idiot. You are so genius. Ugh. Love love love. And the forget me nots flowers being the only ones left. Stop i wanted to cry. Maybe i did but shut up no i didn't

a trick of the light (chan/felix)

Chan wanders into a faerie ring during a hike. He is taken and enslaved by the faeries, and though he’s furious and dreams of escape, he can’t deny that the king catches his eye. But Chan shouldn’t want the very person holding him prisoner, should he? And regardless, King Felix couldn’t possibly be interested in a mere human.

Characters: Chan, Felix, Hyunjin, Jeongin, Minho

Genre: oneshot, smut, fae!au, faerie!felix/human!chan, falling in love

Warnings: it’s not dub-con per se (everyone wants everything that happens in sexual and romantic scenes) but there are some tricky elements. there is the question of the influence of magic, as well as the nature of any relationship between a captor and those they hold captive.

Rating: Explicit

Length: 25k

It takes five days, Chan is later told, of keeping him on sedatives, before he doesn’t resist. Everyone says they’re glad the delirium cleared, that he was able to fight through it and recover.

“Malnourishment and dehydration do terrible things to the brain,” the doctor tells him. “But typically the confusion dissipates once your body is no longer so exhausted.”

“I knew you were crazy, but not that crazy,” his little sister says, rolling her eyes, when she’s allowed in to visit. 

Chan lets her hug him. He lets his family believe it was just a momentary lapse—delusion brought on by exposure to the elements, just as the doctors say. That he stopped fighting because he stopped believing it. 

The truth is, he’s not sure what to believe anymore. He knows how it sounds; he saw the terror in his mother’s eyes when he tried to explain everything that happened, when he tried to make them understand as the nurses pinned him down and stuck him with drugs that put him under, that made him slow and weak so he couldn’t so much as lift a finger. And they’re right—it is crazy. But he can’t accept that it was just a hallucination, or a particularly vivid dream his starving brain had conjured up when he lay dying in the woods. 

It had felt so real. 

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Touch (m)

pairing: masseuse!johnny x female!reader

summary: you go get a different kind of massage

word count: 2,122

warnings: straight outta porn, fingering, happy ending massage

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a while but for some reason inspiration came today! hope ya’ll enjoy ❤ (not proof read yet, maybe tomorrow)

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As you enter the door you start to doubt if the idea of coming here was any good. Maybe you should just turn around and go away, this is stupid.

“Good afternoon ma’am, can I help you?” You turn around and see a smiley lady at the front desk.

“Oh hm… Hi! I- hm…” You mentally slap yourself for being so nervous. “I have an appointment?”

“Fantastic, what’s your name?” She asks.

“Y/N.” You step closer.

“One second…” She types into the computer looking for your reservation. “Alright, follow me please.”

She goes around the desk and into a corridor full of doors. You follow her right to the end and into the last room on the right. You thank her as she opens the door and motions for you to come in.

“You can remove your clothes and hang them here.” She points to a hanger on the wall and grabs a towel. “You can then lay over there facing down and use this towel. Make yourself comfortable and your masseuse will be right with you.”

“Thank you.” She gives you a last smile before stepping out closing the door behind her.

You look around the room and sigh. Guess there’s no backing down now.

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Seungmin fucking you in a robe.

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just one yesterday - lee felix

» summary: He‘d loved you more than anything. Where you couldn’t pick yourself up, he would do it for you and never ask for anything back. In your mind, you pictured him by your side forever. Until one day, he’s no longer there.

» pairing: lee felix x reader

» rating: pg-13

» genre: angst, best friends to strangers, soulmates

» warnings: unhappy ending

» words: 2,283

» part of the you're the one series...

“Still won’t wash it huh?” if it were anyone else, you’d assume they were judging you, but Felix never really did. He’d been your best friend for years, seen you at both your best and worst yet never expected anything out of you in return.

Sometimes you wondered if you weren’t doing enough, that he was putting in far more than you, but you’d always attempt to make up for it with sporadic movie nights and dinners if your part time job had paid a bit more generously than expected.

Felix never complained about it either. He loved you and you loved him, but there was something to be said about two people never being able to love each other equally.

“I just… don’t want to,” you take the jacket from his loose grip, and it falls almost violently into your arms from your pull. He just smiles, for he knows the story from the last winter the two of you endured in this cold town, the memory of Seungmin was now a few months old, yet sometimes still lingered like a fresh wound.

Felix is turned away from you now, focused on the game he’s playing on the TV whilst you’re left to do what you want. It’s usually like this. You go over to his apartment and he leaves you to roam as if this place is your own. A lot of what you own is here anyway, just like how his hoodie is currently thrown over your desk chair back at yours, and some of his notebooks and books are laid out over the bedroom floor from late night studying.

Your lives were deeply bound but you didn’t mind it. It was nice to always have someone there, even if not physically, what he’d left was your reminder of him.

“Let’s go out,” the game is paused, something you hadn’t realised until he spoke up with that familiar deep voice that anyone that met him even just once could pinpoint for its uniqueness.

“Go where?”

“Dinner? I can pay this time,” you’d paid last time, but oddly this offer didn’t sit well with you. Felix did pay for things, but he never verbalised it out-loud. His offers were usually unspoken, said with his behaviour rather than words.

Felix’s relationship and love for you was built heavily around how he acted, rather than what he said. If you were sad, he didn’t reassure you with overused sentences that anyone would say. He’d hug you, with hugs that were specifically his, he’d kiss your forehead with a lingering touch of his lips that were truly his, and no one could replace those gestures of reassurance.

Anyone could replace words.

“Alright, I’ll just change shirt,” agreeing with Felix was always easy. His smile was the problem and you were weak to it. It’s how he’d gained your friendship in the first place, with a grin and certain charm that you couldn’t say no to, even if that particular day had tested your patience.

Felix always knew his way in through any obstacle. It could be infuriating.

There’s no trace of snow left on the ground now that spring has hit, but the air is still cold and fresh and cuts your cheek with harshness that causes them to blush. Felix links his arm with yours and the two of you walk silently through occasional crowds of people before everyone disperses down separate, less busy streets.

“You ever see him again?”

“Nah, but I’m done looking. There’s nothing I can do. It’s okay,” and it is, so all you can hope is that Felix believes you.

“You’ll find someone anyway. I wouldn’t worry.”

“It’s not that I’m worried,” you’re just worried you’ll never feel that particular pull again.

“I mean, worst comes to worse you can always date me,” his words make you stop walking, tugging him back as a result. Felix looks down at you now, and you must look so incredibly lost for he laughs and ruffles through your hair, causing you to huff. You’d spent ages getting it to stay somewhat neat, clearly in vain, “I’m kidding. Don’t take me so seriously.”

Maybe you should listen. Maybe taking it seriously is your undoing, but it’s like his words cause something to snap, and suddenly Felix takes on a new meaning to you. It’s impressive, how one sentence can alter your entire view of a person, open your eyes to something else, whether positive or negative.

It’s crazy to you, how the very idea dangling in front of you, just out of reach, is presented to you by your best friend.

And it’s crazy to you how quickly you want to jump into that notion, the idea that maybe you and Felix should.

Dinner isn’t awkward, but it’s new. You’d eaten dinner with him so often, but suddenly you’re so self aware of how you eat, what you order, how you behave. It’s never happened before, and Felix isn’t blind to it either, “you’re acting weird.”

“Am I?” the young man before you has always been attractive. You knew that with the way he’d turn heads on the street or with the amount of valentines cards that fell out of his locker when he was younger, but to you, he’d always just been Felix. A genetically gifted friend, sure, but still just Felix.

Sitting here, suddenly understanding those glances his way, was terrifying. Realising that your heart raced just seeing him stare back at you, that was the very pull that unraveled the thread to your once solid foundation of friendship.

You wished he’d never said it. You can always date me. For it led you to your next heartbreak when you realised he had feelings for you too.

Suddenly it made sense, why Felix had always given more than he took. The nights you called him at three in the morning because you were afraid or lonely, he came by without question, whilst the nights he did the same, you slept through almost every call.

You were selfish, and you knew it, yet he somehow loved you anyway, and the entire situation seemed so incredibly unfair.

“I shouldn’t have said that,” it’s the immediate regret in his voice, the way he steps back from your frame that you know nothing good can come from it. Felix had told you he loved you before, but it had been friendly. At least you had assumed so for the tones in his voice went unnoticed by you, as did the longing glances and the way he’d hesitate to reach for you, just because he desperately wanted to feel your touch underneath his fingertips.

It was unrequited, until it wasn’t entirely anymore, but even then, when he said it, actually said it, your words caught in your throat and you wondered if maybe, you weren’t ready to admit you loved him too.

For whilst you did love him, and whilst you saw him differently now, you weren’t sure if it was the same. Something bound you to feelings, his friendship with you ran so deep and meant the world to you, but now there was a set distance that you weren’t sure what to do with. You didn’t know how you felt, and before you had the chance to figure it out, Felix took it all back.

“Forget I ever said it,” but you didn’t. You couldn’t, even if you’d tried.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Your once horrid but occasional nightmares were replaced with desperate echoes of his voice, and every time the result was the same. Felix walked away and you couldn’t tell him to stay.

It hurt you to wake up, alone and hovering over the contact name that was so familiar, but he no longer picked up. The rock in your life wasn’t there to take your every call now, to hold you through every fear and it was only now with losing him that you fully realised that you really loved him too.

When Felix had told you he loved you… well and truly was in love with you, you weren’t sure if your love could be matched. Now, as twisted as it was, you bet your love rivalled his, if he even felt it at all anymore.

“I love you,” but he’s not there to hear you. You’re whispering to an empty room, and the only remnants of his are the hoodie you’re wearing, torturing yourself with and the scattered textbooks that he didn’t bother to get back from you. For he was never coming back. It hurt him too much, and he much rather avoided the realisation that you didn’t love him back than be faced with it for some books he could buy again.

It was not lost on you, how ironic it was. But each message you sent went without response, each call was met with silence, and every time you passed his apartment, there was no one to let you in.

Maybe it was naive to think that he’d open the door to you anyway. Though you’d assumed with how close you’d been, he’d miss you enough, just enough to come back to you. You just wanted him to hear you, listen to you like he always had, yet you heard nothing.

You were back to being unfair, maybe selfish, as spring turned to summer and summer became autumn, and it is only as the leaves fall in an array of dark colours that you decided that you couldn’t hope like this anymore. Felix wasn’t part of you anymore, and maybe you wanted to blame him, make it his fault for ever changing anything for you that one day he’d invited you to dinner, but you knew better.

If only you had known you loved him before he let you go.

It’s raining, the early morning winds being harsh on your frame as you hold a box, heavier than you’d like for it to be, but you know you can only make this trip once. Not only is it physically exhausting, but mentally you’re drained too.

You wonder if you should ring the doorbell, but given he hadn’t let you in for a while, you doubt there’s much point. Instead you wait, not for him but for anyone just so you can put his things down. There’s a note with his name, written as neatly as you could manage with a purple pen, a heart underneath though you wonder if that’s too much.

“You waiting for someone?” someone’s holding the door for you, though it takes a moment for you to register enough to look up at the stranger in question. He’s handsome, with dark hair going over his forehead and eyes to match. His smile is playful, rather beautiful too and your heart skips a bit, “you okay?”

“Huh?” he laughs, amused as he leans against the front entrance, holding it open for you though you make no effort to step inside. His voice is almost aggressive, but his presence is almost warm, a contrast to the cold and the way he speaks. It’s interesting, to say the least.

“I’m in a bit of a rush. In or out?” he doesn’t seem angry, though his impatience is evident in how he’s bouncing on his toes in anticipation. You realise he just came from inside, that he’s not heading in, and you wonder if he lives here too or was simply visiting someone.

You’d never seen him before, and given how often you’d been here, that surprised you.

“Yeah, in, thank you,” you push past him, ignoring the way he so obviously reads the name taped to the letter on your box of things for Felix, and you miss the familiarity of seeing the name in his eyes.

Maybe it’s best that you do. And maybe it’s best that he says nothing, only leaves you be once you’re inside.

It takes everything in you not to knock on the front door when you’re outside Felix’s door. You hear him move, know he’s there and it’s pure agony to do nothing. Yet you know if you knocked, and you know that if he answered, everything would fall apart again.

It’s best to leave it as it was now. A memory you loved and cherished, for the years with Felix holding you close had mattered so much to you. And sure, maybe if he opened the door, he’d hold you again, but he could just as easily break you more.

You couldn’t handle that now.

So you put the box down, knock on his door only once before you pull yourself away, down the stairs and back out into the rain.

When Felix opens the door, it’s to all his things he’d left behind. Everything but you, and he wonders if he’d catch you if he ran out to find you.

Something stops him. Perhaps the reminder of how long it took for him to get past it (not that he was even now), or maybe because he knew Changbin would kill him if he had to come over just one more time, to tell him that he’d be better off.

When he finally opens the note you’d left, he decides that he wants to hate you, for you’d selfishly told him the words he’d always desperately wanted to hear, but now was too late for. Even if those very words made him want to run back into your arms and forgive you for it all. At the end of the day, you were still his one best friend that he had placed above everything else.

I love you too Felix, I do.

i’m not sure if this was maybe a bit confusing on how they stopped being friends and why etc… it makes sense in my head, but any questions, feedback or comments kindly let me know x

the more I write this series the more i think i’ll be making alternative endings for each member that ends happy cause i can’t deal…

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The mix of absolute filth and fluff in this is perfect, i love this:))

Public Display of Affection

Synopsis: You hated Han Jisung. Despite being one of many students in a prestigious school, it felt like he was the only one who matched your intellect. And it annoyed the hell out of you. He was just as smart, just as talented, and just as competitive—but he didn’t put in a single ounce of work to get where he was. The worst thing about him? The fact that you were wildly attracted to him. 

Content: dom!jisung x sub!reader, enemies to lovers, academic rivals, perv!reader X perv!Han,  angst, fluff, smut, smoking, cannabis consumption, mentions of voyerism and exhibitionism, mentions of masturbation (m and f), petnames, oral (f receiving, mentions of m receiving) a bit of spanking, a bit of corruption, penetrative sex without a condom (OH MY GOD PLEASE USE PROTECTION DON’T DO THAT), lots of aftercare

Word Count: 8.7K

Author’s Note: I LOVE THIS FIC IDEA! S/o to the anon who requested it  YOU’RE A GENIUS :) also, even though this is based in a high school, it is merely for the setting of academic rivals. Both characters are 18 as they are seniors. Minors, always, DO NOT INTERACT. Also, they bash studying and think it’s nerdy a bit, but studying is super important so stay in school !!!!! 

Author’s Note Pt. 2: I originally started writing this like beginning of March and had to take a break due to finals. You guys have been so supportive of my work and I want to thank you all dearly for consistently hyping me up. Thanks so much for waiting and being so awesome! Additionally, I feel really good about this fic so pls like it lol .. Thanks yall !!

Taglist: @scribblemetae ,@taekbeokki, @mygsis, @9900z

Han Jisung is a fucking bastard.

It’s as simple as that.

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Someone requested leeknow twt links could you do one for hyunjin? :)

As long as I get a thank you<3 /jk :0

Hyunjin Links (18+)

Hyunjin moaning while fucking you<3 (seriously one of the hottest things I've heard)

Hyunjin giving y/n backshots in her apartment:0

Hyunjin fingering your other hole while you ride him

Riding Hyunjin with his favorite satin PJ shorts of yours.

Let me tell you... Hyunjin Links are so hard to find 🫣 Also let me tell you how easy it is to get distracted when this is the content i post😗