Take Trouble, Make It Double

Oh my goodness, this fic is so hot and such a good read.

Addicting Kitten Masterpost - Seonghwa x Reader (NSFW)

PART ONE -  When your car breaks down and your phone is dead, you are stranded alone on the way home. However, when Seonghwa, the intimidating figure you see at the club often, comes by and offers you a ride, you cannot help but feel as if you might be walking into the lion’s den.

PART TWO -  After an intense encounter with Seonghwa, you don’t want to end up just another name on his list. But attempting to avoid him leads to falling further down the rabbit hole.

PART THREE -  After a face time call, Seonghwa has invited you over to stay the night. Excited but extremely nervous, you wonder how the night is going to play out - and what you will learn about him.

PART FOUR -  After a horrible day, you try to cancel plans on Seonghwa. But when he offers to come over to comfort you, you end up discovering a different side of him…and perhaps realize something as well.

FINAL PART -  When things at the club get heated, your relationship with Seonghwa takes a turn.

EPILOGUE -  A summer trip with your boyfriend, Seonghwa, doesn’t go exactly how you planned.

One of the best seungcheol fics I’ve ever read.

masterlist - push it down (sooner or later it all comes out)

summary: thirsting over your ex’s best friend in general is a bad idea. given that you and seungcheol have never gotten along, it’s even worse. when you accidentally stumble across his stream, though, and he finds out? all bets are off. pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader word count: 50,301 genre: smut (18+), enemies to lovers, camboy au, angst (with a happy ending)

warnings and chapter links beneath the cut

warnings/contains: adult language, excessive use of petnames, copious amounts of banter, e2l antagonism/shenanigans, camboy!cheol, strength kink, size kink, blink and you miss it sir kink, reader likes being a brat and cheol is into it, brief discussion about/hints of potential sexual power dynamics (but they're pretty tame imo), two instances of ass-swatting, mutually consensual possessiveness, semi-public touching, explicit sexual content: masturbation (m. and f.), manual stimulation (m. and f. receive), oral sex (m. and f. receive), protected and unprotected sex + creampie.

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five/finale

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Ahhhh! This is too cute 🥰

Hello there, this is the drag queen anon! When you have the time I highly suggest you watch, it literally makes my day. Completely unrelated, can I please request a kindergarten teacher AU for Scoups? I’ve always thought he’d be an amazing teacher. Maybe where you’re the other kindergarten teacher that works next door 🥺

kindercare!seungcheol

➔ au!ramble || requested || kindercare!au

➔ notes: did i go a little overboard? maybe. this is COMPLETELY self-indulgent because I’m doing a certification in early childhood ed. and if i decide to watch rupaul over spring break, i’ll blame you let you know, drag queen anon!! also want to plug my singledad!wonwoo x kindercare!y/n from 2015

you're the newest teacher, but people can barely tell because you get along so well with everyone. really, you have to give most of the credit to your coworkers. they are the sweetest, most welcoming bunch you could have ever asked for. it made your transition into the team so smooth

but they can also credit your go getter attitude, rookie enthusiasm, and overall charm. the same charm that catches the eye of your across the hall neighbor seungcheol

every morning, you both stand in front of your doors to greet the incoming students, and while you wait for them to come in from the playground, you make small talk

it's how you learn that he lives with a bunch of his friends and that he's trying to push coffee out of his daily routine. it's how he learns that working with children has been a longtime goal of yours, even if you had to try different things along the way to figure it out

"i'm the same," he tells you once, leaning back against a beanbag. there's a two-hour delay for snow, but you both came early, so now you sit on your classroom rug, hands curled around mugs of hot chocolate. "started with physical therapy, actually, until i realized how much i prefer working with kids like this"

"i can see that," you say. "the pt part in how you handled my kid's ankle last week."

"yeah. the switch took some time, but it was worth it. your turn to reveal something," he prompts, knocking at your shoes with his

tbh everyone can see the easy companionship growing between you. everyone

your coworkers give each other knowing looks when you pair off for professional development activities

the parents giggle to themselves as they drop off their kids and see you two talking to each other by the gates

even the kids can see it. in fact, what pushes you together is the meddling of two of your students...

since i'm hella uncreative, let's call them A and B. they're the sweetest girls, and their parents bake you cookies for every holiday. their mom makes the yummiest sugar cookies, but that's neither here nor there

A and B are identical twins. their parents used to dress them the exact same, gave them the same accessories, cut their hair the same way, etc. but people would confuse them all the time. so when they entered your school, it was better for them to be in separate classes, A in seungcheol's and B in yours. give them a sense of individuality. you quickly got to know B and can easily tell her apart from her sister

unrelated, but B mentioned to you that she hated being a twin sometimes because people always saw you as a set, never for yourself. you talked to the parents, and now the girls rock totally different looks and are so much happier with themselves sorry, can you tell i'm a huge advocate for twins getting to be different

but these girls!! they've seen enough hallmark christmas movies to know that you and seungcheol are the unsuspecting leads of a romcom and they make it their mission to get you two together

they start off subtle by making you two see each other more often. B keeps "accidentally" taking A's stuff before school, so you have to poke your head into seungcheol's room to return a book, a toy, a snack. A does the same, so once in a while, seungcheol pops in to hand things to B

but since you and seungcheol are comfortable with conversing, there's no difference. why can't the two of you open your eyes??

so months later, during their joint birthday party, which takes place in another room because you need space for both classes, they decide that today is the day

"let's put on a play!" A says, clapping her hands together. all the students cheer; it's another fun game, after all

you and seungcheol agree. it's harmless fun

that's what you thought before you're pushed to the front as a royal and their knight who are "lovers in the nighttime," which makes both of you super embarrassed. the kids don't get why, and you're definitely not explaining

A and B narrate everything, and there's roles for everyone, even though the plot centers around your and seungcheol's love story

for example, you sneak into the village to visit your favorite baker, but you're attacked by an invasion of singing rats that demand entry to your castle's cheese stash

seungcheol meets a fairy in a field that trapped him with her subjects until he answers the riddles. luckily, the riddles are the same as the lesson he taught the other day, so when he "gets stuck" and can't figure them out, he asks for everyone's help. the kids all chorus the answer, making fun of him for not getting something so easy. it's sweet how well he gets along with them

by the end of the play, everyone's tired out, but there are smiles on your faces ― this was fun

"ok, last scene!" B jumps to her feet, pointing at you. "knight teacher seungcheol takes teacher y/n's hands and confesses!"

ok, cool. he stands in front of you. you're expecting the girls to narrate his words like they've been doing for most of the game, but they don't. instead, they're watching, practically eating their fists in glee

"um, alright. y/n, i like you?"

all the kids boo, demanding for him to do it for real. you both flinch at their energy

"yikes, tough crowd." he clears his throat, going down on one knee and presenting you with pretend flowers. "y/n..."

he lists all of his favorite qualities about you, but tbh you're only half listening because you're suddenly struck by the sincerity in his eyes, the glow that only grows as he goes on. and when he starts referencing the muffins you share in the mornings and the talks you've had after school, you wonder how much of this is still acting

"...so will you go out with me?"

"yes."

the cheering rocks you out of your thoughts. it was so quiet that your surroundings faded, but now you remember where you are and what time it is

"ok, let's wish A and B one last happy birthday and clean up for dismissal!" you clap your hands, hoping that no one notices how you can no longer make eye contact with seungcheol

you're so obvious, though. A and B low-five each other below the table

and when they come to school the next morning to see seungcheol pass you a breakfast sandwich with a kiss to your cheek, well, they'll try not to take too much credit

You're Sexy, We're Sexy

pairing; lee jihoon (woozi) x afab reader x kwon soonyoung (hoshi)

genre; smut (minor dni)

warnings; filth, protected sex, party hookup, threesome, double penetration (don't do like they did, use lube and prep better), oral (m & f giving/receiving), face sitting, fingering, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, dom!woozi, switch!hosi, sub!reader, illusion to sub space, pet names, degradation, degrading names, biting, marking, aftercare

w/c; 4.3 k and some change 

a/n; based on you're sexy, i'm sexy by eric nam. was supposed to only be jihoon but then hoshi couldn't leave me alone. thank you to @junkissed-replies @duhnova for proofreading!

You laugh, your skin feeling like fire under Jihoon’s lips. His fingers running along your waist while the numbers count up on the elevator far too slow for your liking. You had been more than happy to leave the party with him. You knew exactly what this was and who he was tonight. No strings attached, no obligations, you felt free with your back against the cold metal, Jihoon’s knee sliding along your inner thigh as he laughed against your skin, hearing you moan. 

“Isn’t this better than that loud party? That hot air and stale beer?” You whine out a yes into his mouth, hearing the elevator opening only to pout when he pulls away. Your fingers link with his allowing Jihoon to guide you towards his apartment, his fingers punching in his door code quickly so that your back is against a wall before you can even take a look around. “Oh god…Jihoon, I need you.” 

Your voice, your moans, your touch, everything about you was going straight to Jihoon’s ego. From the moment he had set eyes on you at the party he knew he wanted this – no, he needed this. Jihoon’s fingers claw at the fabric of your dress pulling it up your thigh towards your hip only for him to pull away from you again. His fingers guiding you further into his apartment while you both step out of shoes, jackets falling to the floor. 

“Why are you teasing me, Jihoon?” You speak in a pout, your voice so sweet that even Jihoon has to laugh at how you make his stomach twist with want. He starts to speak, to pull you back into his arms when he hears another voice. “Yeah, why are you teasing her, Jihoon?” He had been so close to his room, it was right behind his back, his hand on the knob, two more steps and he would have had you all to himself but now you were giggling seeing Soonyoung smirking at you. 

“Hey, you were at the party too.” Soonyoung coos at how cute you are, how quickly your attention gets split between the two of them. Jihoon shoots daggers at his best friend over your shoulder while he pushes his door open ushering you inside. “He was, come on baby.” You whine out another giggle feeling Jihoon’s lips on your neck, your head tilting backwards even as Soonyoung follows to lean against the doorframe watching you with Jihoon. 

“She’s adorable…” Jihoon rolls his eyes at Soonyoung’s words, his lips leaving small marks along your skin while you bite at your lips meeting his friends eyes with a small gasp. “What’s your name? God, you are hot. Jihoon, your friend is so hot…” Soonyoung laughs, taking this as his way in, leaning off the wall to tilt his head at you. 

“He’s a menace. He knew I was coming home with you, that I wanted to be alone.” Jihoon knew he could easily tell Soonyoung to leave, but from the moment he had shown up you were even more excited. Soonyoung was right, you were adorable. How could he take away that attention from you? 

“My name is Soonyoung, what’s your name, kitten?” When you moan out your name, Jihoon’s fingers sliding between your thighs, Soonyoung can’t help but to groan, lifting his hand to his lips. You watch him bite at his thumb, your eyes trailing down his body to his jeans, noting how tight they were becoming. “That’s a pretty name, I know I wasn’t invited but…” 

“Oh, fuck…please? Jihoon, can Soonyoung…ah!” You start to ask if he can join you but Jihoon’s middle finger presses up into your entrance causing your knees to buckle, your head swimming with lust. “Can he do what? Be specific, baby.” Soonyoung watches carefully, this had happened a few times in the past, he and Jihoon sharing a partner but each time it surprised him how dominant his friend would become. 

Walking you backwards, his finger curling against your walls when the back of your knees hit the end of Jihoon’s bed, making you fall backwards. Jihoon is careful to hold you tightly so you don’t fall too quickly and so that his finger never slips from your pussy, wet sounds filling the room while both wait for you to speak. 

“Come on kitten, you are purring so sweetly but Jihoon asked you something.” Soonyoung moves closer to the bed, his eyes moving from you to Jihoon when his friend raises a brow in his direction. Your hand wraps around Jihoon’s wrist, soft moans causing both of the men’s heads to spin when you finally speak. “Jihoon, I…I want Soonyoung to join. I want you both to fuck me.” 

He knew it was coming but Jihoon still sighed, slipping a second finger into you causing you to arch off the bed, a loud moan escaping your lips. “That’s all you want from him? For him to fuck you?” Soonyoung knew what you had meant, and he knew damn well that Jihoon had as well but he also knew that Jihoon was going to be difficult about it. 

Your hands grip at the bedding until you feel it sink on your right side, your eyes opening to find Soonyoung sitting near you. You loved how this man you knew absolutely nothing about was looking at you. Clearly he only had one thing on his mind but that was all you and Jihoon were thinking about anyway. “Fuck…I–no, I want…” 

Jihoon smirked watching you struggle to speak, your arousal coating his fingers, running down his hand while you and Soonyoung practically eye fucked one another. “Use that cute little head of yours. You aren’t dumb, I haven’t fucked you that hard yet. This is just my fingers, if this is all you can handle…baby you are going to be blabbering later.” Soonyoung scoffs into a slight laugh at his friends words, the way they were acting made you wonder how much truth there was behind Jihoon’s words and how much Soonyoung knew about his roommates bedroom habits. 

“I’m fine…I can think. Just feels so good, Jihoon. Mm, wanna cum so bad. Wanna cum on Soonyoung’s tongue.” When you finally say what you want Jihoon’s brow lifts in interest, a slight smirk on his lips. Soonyoung didn’t need to hear what you wanted more than once, especially with how wet you were on Jihoon’s fingers and how pretty you were moaning. 

“Is that how you ask for something?” Biting on your lips, you meet Jihoon’s eyes, his fingers slipping from your pussy to run though your folds causing your thighs to jerk from slight sensitivity. You try to keep your eyes on Jihoon but just over his shoulder you notice Soonyoung’s shirt lifting and Jihoon notices your attention wavering from him. 

“Ah!” A sound of surprise mixed with a moan leaves your lips as Jihoon’s hand meets the inside of your thigh. His palm rubs over the warm skin, his lips pulling up in a smirk when your attention is fully back on him. “I asked you a question, beautiful. Now, open those pretty little lips and answer it.” 

Soonyoung’s brow lifts in curiosity while he kicks his pants to the side leaving his underwear on for the time being while he waits for you to answer Jihoon. “Please? Please may I cum on Soonyoung’s tongue, sir?” When the word sir leaves your lips, Jihoon visibly takes in a deep breath, his tongue darts over his lips while his eyes move over your face slowly taking you in like he is committing you to memory. 

“Yes.” Jihoon’s answer is short but seems to be enough to make you and Soonyoung begin moving until he makes a disapproving sound while lifting his hand. “In a minute. God you are both such little whores. Have some fucking patience. Go lay on the bed so she can sit on your face since you are so eager.” 

You try to watch Soonyoung move around the bed but Jihoon’s hand grabs your chin drawing your attention back to him. His thumb brushes under your lip while he leans down to press his lips to yours briefly before speaking on your lips, “Lift your arms. You don’t need these clothes anymore.” 

Jihoon’s words are like electricity and his fingers are like fire when he works your dress up your body and finally over your head. Soonyoung groans from behind you, his eyes roaming over your back while he flexes his fingers impatiently. “She’s so fucking pretty, isn’t she Soonyoung?” Jihoon couldn’t see his friend nodding but he knew that he was. 

Instead Jihoon kept his eyes locked on yours, reaching behind you to undo your bra. “I saw you at the party and while I do hook up occasionally I haven’t in a long time, but…you took my breath away.” You couldn’t help the way your cheeks were burning at Jihoon’s words, his fingers working the straps of your bra down your arms while his eyes dropped to your chest. “So I thought to myself that I had to have you, at least once. God, Y/N you are sexy.” 

A bashful laugh leaves your lips, Jihoon’s fingers gently tracing the swell of your breasts before he does the same around each nipple watching them perk up. Your head falls back, your tongue running along your lips at the sensation. Jihoon watches your lips pull into a smile, his fingers running down your sides to your panties, a chuckle leaving his mouth when you finally speak. “You are sexy Jihoon.” 

“We’re sexy…” Soonyoung had begun to feel left out, a pout on his lips and evident in his voice when he speaks up causing you to glance over your shoulder at him. Your breath getting caught in your throat at the sight of him. “Oh god, yes you are.” You move your legs to allow Jihoon to help you maneuver out of your panties, his hand moving to take yours, guiding you towards the center of the bed where Soonyoung was laying on his back. 

“Stop pouting so damn much Soonyoung. You act like you aren’t going to get your dick wet. You always want to rush everything, when you can just….savor the moment. Sit down, baby.” As Jihoon speaks, his hand guides your hips over his friend’s face. Soonyoung’s hands slide over your thighs, nails gently scratching at your skin causing goosebumps to erupt along your skin and for you to shiver. 

“You know why I like this position, baby?” You glance at Jihoon ready to answer him, to ask him why when Soonyoung’s tongue drags through your folds, a groan sends a vibration through your body. “Mm…I like it because Soonyoung can’t run his mouth. It is essentially full.” Jihoon lifts his hand to run it over your head, cooing at you when you let out a lust filled moan, Soonyoung’s lips wrapping around your clit. 

Your eyes barely open. You try your best to focus on Jihoon, to not let what is happening between your legs distract you from your original reason for being in this apartment but it is harder said than done. One hand between your legs, you tug tightly at Soonyoung’s hair granting yourself another deep groan from the man before you hear Jihoon clear his throat pulling your attention back to him. 

“Surely you can do two things at once, right? Or else you wouldn’t have overwhelmed yourself by asking to invite Soonyoung.” Your eyes travel over Jihoon, his body exposed to you for the first time taking your breath away. You had been so distracted you hadn’t noticed him taking off his clothes but now you couldn’t even find the words to complain when your eyes fell on his hand stroking his heavy cock.

Jihoon watches you nod enthusiastically, one side of his mouth pulling up in a smirk. “What a good girl. Then lean down here and show me.” You whine feeling Soonyoung’s fingers separating your folds, his tongue pushing in your entrance all while the coil inside you tightens almost unbearably. “Yes sir.” 

The sound that Soonyoung lets out is almost animalistic when you lean down pushing your pussy over his mouth even tighter. His hips lift out of instinct while his teeth gently nip at your folds causing your toes to curl and your hips to lift only for him to pull them back down. “No, mine. Do as you were told. You want to cum on my tongue…stay on it.” 

The authority in his voice causes you to clench around his finger, a smirk spreading briefly across Soonyoung’s face before he buries his face against you once again. Jihoon raises a brow at Soonyoung’s words and your reaction, your hand wrapped around his cock, his head resting on your lips. Tilting his head, Jihoon watches you calm down enough to glance up at him and open your mouth, finally taking him into your mouth inch by inch until you can’t take anymore. 

“Fuck, just like that. Feels good to just be completely out of control doesn’t it darling?” Your brain is already cloudy, you barely realize you lean your head into Jihoon’s palm when he runs his hand over your head only to guide you back down over his length. Jihoon knew you couldn’t talk but the way you were going down on him was telling him all he needed to know. He could tell just how needy you were, and just how close you were to cumming. 

Soonyoung knew as well, the way your walls were pulsing around his fingers, the way you were leaking onto his tongue. He needed it just as much as you did. He was dying to be inside of you. You gasp around Jihoon when Soonyoung’s free hand meets the side of your ass sending you down over Jihoon a bit more. Unlike Jihoon he doesn’t rub the warm skin, he lets it burn only to spank you again, sending you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a train. 

Moving his hand from the back of your head, Jihoon pulls back from you though you whine through your orgasm reaching for him until he tsks at you. “I want to fuck you and if I cum down your throat I can’t really do that, now can I? Soonyoung get up…you’ve laid on your ass enough.” Another gasp falls from your lips when the man under you helps you move from over his face, a smirk on his lips when your thighs tremble and you lay on your side coming down from your first orgasm. 

Soonyoung slides off the bed, kicking his underwear towards his pants. His eyes running over your naked form while he runs his hand over his mouth with a groan at the taste still on his tongue. “She’s delicious, like cotton candy or something.” Jihoon rolls his eyes, his hand sliding over your leg to your side giving you the contact you need to calm down slightly. 

“Mm, is that true? Do you taste like cotton candy?” A small laugh slips from your lips when Jihoon pulls you into his arms, his lips meeting yours as he settles you over his lap. One of his hands slides between your legs to run his fingers between your folds, causing you to whine into his mouth. 

You feel another set of hands slide over your hips when Soonyoung moves back on to the bed, his lips pressing to your back working gentle kisses up your shoulder until he reaches your neck. “Can I leave marks on you?” When you nod, Soonyoung smirks against your skin, his teeth grazing against you before he bites gently. A hiss leaves your lips only to be swallowed by Jihoon followed by a moan when Soonyoung begins to suck a mark on to your skin near your ear. 

Shaky hands rest on Jihoon’s biceps causing him to smile against your lips and to pull back looking at you with a raised brow. “You okay?” Nodding you whine out a yes only to moan, Soonyoung’s hand sliding over your breast pulling your back against his chest. 

Jihoon’s hand between your legs runs over your clit and all the way up your body to his mouth. You watch with needy eyes as he sucks his fingers clean with a quiet groan, his eyes never leaving yours. “I wouldn’t say cotton candy, but you are sweet as candy.” A smile spreads across your face, a whispered thank you on a hitched breath while you lean against Soonyoung. 

Leaning to the side, Jihoon opens his nightstand while you moan Soonyoung’s name. The feeling of your nails dragging along his chest elicits a small groan from Jihoon as he tears two silver squares from a strip of condoms in the drawer before sitting back up shaking his head at you and Soonyoung. “Like I said before, you two are needy whores.” 

Soonyoung smirks at his friend reaching around you to take one of the condoms while you watch Jihoon tear open his own. Your teeth catch on your bottom lip, nerves hitting you for the first time that night. As if he can sense it Jihoon lifts his hand to tilt your head towards him giving you a curious look. “Only if you want to, I want you and Soonyoung clearly wants you but this is only if you want it.” 

He watches a smile cross over your face that makes his stomach tighten at just how pretty you are. His thumb brushing over your cheek when you nod, your fingers running along his sides while you adjust on his lap to grind over his length to tease him. Jihoon groans, shaking his head, his hands dropping to your hips to hold you still. A laugh escapes his lips when he meets your eyes while lifting your hips up allowing you to position his head at your entrance. “Needy little whore.” 

“Yes, sir I am.” Jihoon groans at your words and the way you sit down on him. His eyes close, head leaning back against the headboard making your head start to get slightly cloudy again until you feel Soonyoung’s hands on your sides pulling you back. “Can you handle us both?” 

You hadn’t considered that but you weren’t against trying it, with a shaky breath you glance over your shoulder and nod biting at your lip. Soonyoung smirks at you pushing you forward over Jihoon so that your breasts brush against the man’s chest while he leans back to watch Jihoon fuck you for a moment. “God…this is so fucking hot. Jihoon, hang on a second.” 

He didn’t want to stop, he wanted you to cum on his cock right then and there, but feeling your lips against his cheek and hearing you moan out a wait causes Jihoon to stop. His fingers tighten on your hips, only for him to groan loudly into your ear when Soonyoung pushes into you beside him. “Fuck! That’s tight…you okay, baby?” 

Your breath caught in your throat, you rested your forehead against Jihoon’s shoulder staying still for a moment letting Soonyoung run his hand along your back to let you adjust for a moment until you finally nod. Jihoon waits to hear you moan out a soft “please move” before he begins to thrust into you again slowly not wanting to hurt you or overwhelm you. 

Soonyoung groans, his fingers digging into your thigh while he lets Jihoon’s thrusts control the movement over his own cock. Sweat rolling from his hairline, Soonyoung runs his tongue along his lips muttering your name and how good you feel. Under you, Jihoon lets out a soft groan into your ear, his lips brushing the shell of it when he pulls back, using one of his hands to hold your chin so that you will look at him. 

“Eyes on me, I wanna watch you come apart for me.” Soonyoung rolls his eyes, a whine slipping out of his lips feeling himself getting close to his own climax. “For us…my dick is part of this too, you fuck.” You want to laugh, a smile on your lips but Jihoon thrusts upwards only to pull you back down hard over him and Soonyoung causing you to cry out loudly. Your nails are digging into his skin so hard he knows there will be bruises there later but he can’t seem to care. 

“For us, whatever. Just keep your eyes on me, hmm? Just like that…” Jihoon’s thumb runs along your bottom lip causing your mouth to part until he slips it into your mouth pressing down on your tongue while you moan around his finger. Your walls tighten somehow even more around him and Soonyoung when you fall over the edge once again cumming for the second time. 

Jihoon groans into a smirk, his eyes fixed on your face and how you clearly want to close your eyes but you know what he wants so you fight the urge. How your teeth bite down gently around his thumb as you moan his name then Soonyoung’s when the other man’s hand comes down on your hip leaving it red. He finds himself almost sad this was a one time deal. 

Soonyoung’s groan of your name as he follows you with his own climax draws both yours and Jihoon’s attention. His hand against your stomach, Soonyoung pulls you down over him with one hard thrust while Jihoon continues to thrust into you slowly and steadily. “Such a good fucking kitten…” 

With Soonyoung’s mouth latching back onto your neck, soft groans of slight overstimulation slipping from his mouth, you watch while Jihoon comes apart under you. His hand sliding from your face to your chest, breathy moans signaling he is too far gone as you watch bliss wash over his face. A smile pulls at his lips when Jihoon finally holds your hips steady letting Soonyoung pull from you first before he does the same. 

“Holy shit. You are amazing, Y/N.” You hear Jihoon’s words when he pulls you down to the bed, his hand running over your face, that same cloudy feeling in your head. He watches you smile, your teeth tugging at your bottom lip until finally your eyes open to meet his. “Hi.” 

Soonyoung laughs softly falling back on the bed causing you and Jihoon to bounce slightly, an annoyed groan slipping from Jihoon in the process. “Hi, you okay? That was a lot.” Nodding, you lean into Jihoon’s touch and smile again, feeling Soonyoung’s hand slide along your back soothingly. “I’m good, just tired. I’m not sure I could walk to leave right now.” 

Meeting Soonyoung’s eyes, Jihoon shakes his head, a smile on his lips when he looks back down at you. “Why would you leave? Because this was a hookup? Baby…you need a shower and you can stay the night. I know we said no strings attached but…fuck. I’m not saying it needs to be anything more than sex. I just want to see you again.” 

Your eyes raise to meet Jihoon’s, your cheeks warm as you swallow hard at his words. You hadn’t expected him to be the one to bring up seeing you again but you weren’t disappointed he had. “Yeah? I mean…okay. I could stay, and we could do this again. I just didn’t want to assume and especially since Soonyoung…” 

“Since me what? I want to see you again too. I didn’t get to know you at the party and I’m dying to know more about the amazing girl I just railed.” A scoff slips from Jihoon’s lips at Soonyoung’s words. His hand lifted to his face to wipe away sweat and a disappointed look. “Really fucking classy, Soonyoung. “ It’s only when you laugh that both men look at you again, a smile pulling at their lips. 

“I want to get to know you too, both of you. This was fun, like really fucking intense but fun. I do have a question though. Have you two done this before? Bring home a girl, get her all riled up, then share her?” Jihoon chews on his lip avoiding looking at Soonyoung who does the same in favor of just looking at you. Both men nod, a sigh on Jihoon’s lips when he is certain you will change your mind before he can explain himself. 

“I could tell, you two work really well together. I mean you fight like you are married but you can still fuck a girl’s brains out. It’s impressive.” This time it was Jihoon’s turn to be rendered speechless, Soonyoung laughs at his expression leaning up to turn your face towards him pressing a kiss to your lips almost tenderly. “I might love you for that, and I might have to keep you forever.” 

“Dear jesus…what am I getting myself into?” You smile on Soonyoung’s lips hearing Jihoon’s words when he moves from you causing you to whine and reach for him. “I’m not leaving, baby…I’m just going to fill the tub and consider my life choices. How I was unfortunate to end up with him as my best friend and how I got lucky to end up at the same party as you. You know, the important stuff.” 

You laugh as Soonyoung slides up to pull you against him, muttering about how he is the best thing to ever happen to Jihoon. “He would literally be lost without me. You’ll start to feel that way too, kitten. I have a magnetic effect on people.” Feeling the bed dip slightly on the other side of you, Jihoon sighs against your arm when he presses a kiss to your skin. His words were spoken between kisses causing goosebumps to spread with each syllable, “Mm, I would say polarizing effect and I’m the polar opposite.” 

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falling for you - jeon wonwoo

blurb: after joining a new office and job, you find yourself developing a little crush on your coworker wonwoo. will you be able to keep your feelings under control or will things turn into something more between you both?

pairing: coworker!wonwoo x gn!reader

content: fluff, office romance, few curse words here and there, hoshi cameo // lowercase intended

wordcount: 5k

a/n: aaaa i’ve been so excited to write this. i'm blaming this idea on wonwoo’s gda fit because he looked too good that night oof. i hope you all like and enjoy reading! i'd love to know your thoughts on this :)

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you try to calm your nerves as you stand the in the elevator. it was your first day at your new job and it would be an understatement to say that you were panicking and nervous. the elevator door opens and you walk into the office space. people are walking about, busy, while others are working at their desks. you were supposed to meet with a person called jeon wonwoo, but you had no idea where you had to find him or how he even looked. after a few minutes of looking lost and contemplating whom to ask for help, you end up knocking into someone as you turn around.

“oh shit, im so sorry”, you say, looking up to see a tall guy in front of you. his hand reaches out to steady you as you gain back your balance. his free hand adjusts his glasses which had moved when you knocked into him and he observes you, blinking for a few seconds before he speaks.

“can i help you?”, he asks, as if he recognized that you’ve never been here before.

“i’m looking for mr.wonwoo? i was supposed to meet him for my orientation, today’s my first day”, you say and something clicks in his mind.

“right, you’re the new employee”, he says, his voice deep but reassuring. “you can follow me”, he says as he walks ahead, you following beside him.

he leads you to an office and gestures for you to take a seat while he takes a seat too.

“nice to meet you y/n, i'm jeon wonwoo”, he says, reaching out his hand for a handshake. “oh! nice to meet you", you say and hengives you warm smile.

“i'm the team manager and you’ll be working under my team”, he introduces. “if you have any questions or doubts at any point, feel free to come to talk to me”.

that morning, wonwoo gives you brief on the project you were going to help assist the team on. he introduces you to the other team members and gives you time to introduce yourself to the others before showing you your desk where you would work. at lunch break, you just follow the crowd as they all walk towards the cafeteria and you find yourself sitting quietly at another table, not sure how to make conversation with the others. you were nervous about how your new friends would perceive you.

“can i join you?”, a deep voice asks, knocking you out of your thoughts. you look up and it's wonwoo. “sure”, you say and he sits down.

“nervous?”, he asks and you nod again, getting shy. you weren’t the best at social interactions so you were trying your best to not make a fool of yourself in front of wonwoo.

“i'm excited to see how you’ll contribute to the team”, he says, after a few bites of his food, making you smile softly. “thank you, i'm excited too”. you observed wonwoo and found yourself admiring how handsome he was.

back home when you lay in bed, your mind wanders to wonwoo and how he was pretty cute, and handsome he was, especially with the glasses that framed his face perfectly, making him somehow even more charming. you find yourself smiling at that thought only to end up realizing what you were doing and mentally smacking yourself afterward. you would not, never in a million years develop a crush on your coworker.

as the next week goes by, you become busy with the project but you’re also still a bit lost on how things exactly work here. hoshi, one of your team members quickly befriended you and showed you around everything. he was a really sweet soul, and you were grateful. you were scheduled for a meeting with wonwoo later today to get approval on a few designs before proceeding, and you worked the whole night preparing your presentation and what to say so you were confident. but once you find yourself standing in front of wonwoo’s office door, the nerves capture you. you take a deep breath and knock on the door before entering.

“good morning”, he says, his voice gorgeously deep as you sit down opposite him. “how have you been adjusting? all okay?”, he asks, looking at you. his hair falls slightly over his eyes, making him look cute in a way. you cleared your throat, emptying your mind from your not-so-friendly thoughts before answering.

“i think im getting used to the place, but it’s been nice so far. hoshi has been really helpful in showing me how things work”, you say and he nods with a slight chuckle. "he's like that, always so energetic and hardworking", wonwoo adds.

the presentation goes well and you’re relieved, your heart is happy with the compliments and feedback wonwoo gave you and you go to your desk, humming, not knowing you were smiling like an idiot.

“what’s got you all happy?”, hoshi asks. “oh, um, nothing”, you mumble awkwardly as you sit down. “i can move ahead since my designs got approved”, you add, hoping to provide some context to him. but he just raises his eyebrow at you, like he knows what you've been thinking about wonwoo.

as you went to work every day, you still struggled a bit to mingle and interact with your coworkers. you still were a bit more on the shy and quiet side and it took you a bit more time to open up to everyone or feel comfortable talking freely without overthinking or getting anxious. the only person whom you would really talk to is hoshi, and he now gave you company at the cafeteria, where he would tell the funniest stories or interesting things he's come across lately, making you laugh.

on one of the nights, you found yourself working late at the office, past the working hours. you had really wanted to finish up on a few designs since your presentation was the next day, and you wanted to have something cohesive for the client. you were at your desk, so involved in your work that to didn’t notice the extra three hours that flew by. you looked out the window next to you and it was dark now, the streets lit and cars on the road as people were heading back home.

“working late today?”, a voice asks from behind you, and you don’t need to turn around to know who it was – wonwoo. “yeah, i’m just finishing up some stuff for the client presentation tomorrow”, you say. “you're working late too?”, you ask because it was only you and wonwoo at the building floor now, everyone had gone home a while back.

"yeah”, he hums. “are you done? i don’t want you overworking, it’s pretty well past your working hours”, wonwoo adds. “oh-i was just finishing up”, you add and he nods at this information. “but isn’t it well past your working hours too?”, you prompt and he chuckles lightly pushing his glasses back up his nose. “well, work never seems to end for me”, he tells.  “see you tomorrow then”, wonwoo adds as he walks away. the scent of his cologne still hangs in the air as you pack your things up, shutting down the computer and grabbing your bag before walking out.

deciding to grab some dinner, you head to one of your new favourite places in the neighborhood - a ramen café that made some really damn good ramen. but tonight, it seems like everyone wanted to eat here and there was a queue outside. you walked up, taking a spot in the queue. finally, after a bit of waiting the sever guides you to a table. you look around and wonder where possibly you would be seated because all the seats were taken. and that’s when you hear the waiter tell you to sit at the table with the lonely man. and when you look, the lonely man was non-other than wonwoo. wonwoo looks at you puzzled as you look at him but the waiter who’s already walked off. you awkwardly take a seat opposite wonwoo, ready to blast out a full explanation so you don’t look like some weird stalker.

“i didn’t know you’d be here too, i just wanted some ramen”, you start and ramble on about how the waiter just asked you to sit here, giving wonwoo an explanation he clearly didn’t ask for. he’s just sitting there listening to you as he just blinks his eyes. you realize what you’ve been doing and stop, slowly eating your words as you give wonwoo a nervous smile. “sorry he just asked me to sit here, with the lonely guy”, you say in air quotes, biting your tongue. your hands find the menu in front of you, hoping for a distraction.

“didn’t realize i was being labeled as the ‘lonely guy’, over here”, he says amused. “well i guess tonight Ii won’t be a lonely guy since you’re with me”, he adds, making your heart warm up for some reason.

you both order and wait. you watch wonwoo as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt as he gets ready to eat, not wanting to spill anything on his sleeves. but that just makes him look so much hotter than before and you think you’re losing now, your mind going haywire with thoughts and you’re trying to not stare at his arms. you really needed to put a leash on your feelings. you gulp and look down. when you look back up, wonwoo is already looking at you. “so, tell me about yourself, what do you like to do outside of work?”, he asks, sparking a conversation. you answer, hoping that he can’t see how nervous you are as you fumble with your fingers on your lap.

“what about you?”, you ask once you've answered.

“i like to read, though i rarely have time nowadays”.

the food comes and you both eat. you learn that wonwoo likes to read and likes cats, which was honestly so cute. when it’s time to pay, wonwoo hands his card to the waiter, just as you hand out yours.

“i’ll pay, don’t worry about it”, he says. “you don’t have it”, you prompt but he pays anyway. you thank him again outside and you’re just about to part ways when he asks. “do you live nearby?”. you blink at him. “yeah, but i can take a taxi”.

“i’ll drop you, besides it’s pretty late”, he says.

“it’s fine, I don’t want to bother you anymore”

"i really don’t mind”, he says so that’s how you’re now in his car as he drives you home. you just fumble with your coat buttons the entire time as you give him directions. you're nervous to start a conversation with him. why was making small talk so intimidating?

“thank you so much, you’ve been really kind”, you say as you step out of the car.

“see you tomorrow”, wonwoo says as you give him a small wave before leaving.

ever since that unexpected dinner with wonwoo, you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. you found your gaze lingering on him in the office, stealing glances at him. it’s like he’d taken up a part of your mind and you knew where your feelings were going but you refuse to admit it, to give in to it because you’re scared. And you would hate to make things weird between you both too.

“y/n, you remember the meeting with the clients is in the evening right? you’ll be going with wonwoo”, hoshi reminds you. “yup, i know, thanks for the reminder though”, you say and he smiles, giving you a thumbs up as he leaves. after a few hours, you pack your laptop and notebook with notes and hurry downstairs to the parking lot. you look around for wonwoo, not being able to spot him anywhere. Just then, the elevator door opens and he comes walking out as he adjusts his tie as walks towards you. he was wearing a fine suit and it would be an understatement to say that he looked jaw-dropping good.

“sorry if i kept you waiting”, he says as he opens the car door, gesturing for you to get it. “oh- no problem, i just came too”, you say, trying to get your thoughts together as you sit inside the car. during the entire car ride, you force yourself to train your eyes on the road and the conversation mostly consists of the meeting set up with the client.

After the client meeting which went pretty well, you both walk out of the building. “good job today”, wonwoo says. You smile at these words. “thank you”, you mutter softly. you glance at your phone and notice the time – it was dinnertime, well a bit past dinnertime and it would be a lie to say that you weren’t feeling hungry.

“do you want to get dinner? my treat since you bought the ramen last time”, you offer wonwoo and he smiles nodding his head. “sure”.

after dinner, you notice wonwoo checking his watch a few times.

“am i taking up your time? do you have somewhere to be?”, you ask.

“no, just mi-sun might be waiting”, he says. mi-sun? you can see the smile form on wonwoo’s face as he talks about mi-sun.

“she’s the sweetest. i stumbled upon her at a café and we’ve been irreplaceable ever since.”, he says. wait…so wonwoo has a girlfriend?

“oh, that sounds sweet. what does she do?”, you ask.

“what do you mean?”, he asks, confused.

“your girlfriend mi-sun, what does she do?”, you repeat and wonwoo bursts into a chuckle.

“mi-sun is my cat”, he says and you feel your cheeks heat up with embarrassment that you would love nothing more than to go hide in the corner right now.

“shoot im so sorry, i shouldn’t have assumed”, you stutter out.

“it’s understandable, i didn’t mention she was a cat to start with so it’s my fault too”.

“she’ll just be hungry since i didn’t leave much food for her in the morning”, he adds for context. wonwoo proceeded to show you a few pics if mi-sun and you coo at her. she was a beautiful cat.

it’s been over five months now and you’ve gotten into a rhythm for work. because of a corporate event coming up, you had been a bit busier than usual, planning a lot of things and helping out with the arrangements. you had been working with wonwoo a lot with getting the arrangements and managing the event, making sure it ran smoothly.  and over those five months, you found yourself slowly falling more and more for wonwoo. you knew your feelings but decided to keep them to yourself, no matter how much you wanted to admit it but you would not, could not – you didn’t want to lose this friendship you had with wonwoo because you were selfish and wanted something more.

it's finally d-day for the event that you spent a good month planning and organizing and you were feeling a bit nervous, hoping that everything went smoothly. you stand in front of the mirror and look at yourself one last time before leaving. you chose to wear a cute formal outfit and a new pair of shoes. you reach the event a bit early and help the others with some last-minute coordination before it starts.

you’ve been walking about ever since the event began and the unusually high heels that you don’t normally wear have started making your feet ache, a dull throbbing in your feet, but you ignore it. you finally get to take a seat and your eyes search for wonwoo to win the crowd. where was he? and that’s when you spot him he looks gorgeous and ridiculously handsome tonight that your jaw really did drop to the floor. it was like time stopped as you looked at him. fuck. he looked so good, you could feel yourself getting nervous just looking at him. he was laughing at something someone said, his smile pretty, making your heart leap. the glasses he wore tonight made him look so much hotter and his hair oh my god. that’s when you realised how bad your little crush on wonwoo actually was. his eyes find yours and he smiles. you look away, hoping he didn’t catch you starting before he excuses himself and starts making his way to you. you gulp, trying to calm your nerves. why were you so nervous all of a sudden? pull yourself together you say to yourself as wonwoo approaches you.

"hi", he said, his deep voice like music to your ears. "hi wonwoo!”, you say a little too enthusiastically.

“i was looking for you”, he says making your ears perk up. “you look really good tonight”, he adds, his eyes raking your body, making you smile shyly at his words as your heart races. “thank you. and you too, you look really cool”, you say and he smiles back, making butterflies erupt in your stomach once again. you avert your gaze in your nervousness before looking back up again to see him still looking at you. his smile was so stupidly pretty gosh. you both end up getting split up again because you both had to manage different things. once the event was over, everyone was heading to the buffet for dinner but you just wanted to go home and your feet were killing you now. you were really regretting wearing the new shoes now because it was starting to give you a shoe bite. plus being in the crowded environment had really drained you tonight. you weren't the most social person, so right now all you wanted was some quiet and peace and your bed. you bid goodbye to your teammates and friends and start walking out when you hear a voice calling out for you.

“y/n!”, you turn to see wonwoo running over to you.

“i heard you’re leaving. not staying for the dinner?”, he asks like he’s concerned and also like ‘how come you didn’t say goodbye to me?’

“i’m just a bit tired so thought i’d retire early for the night”, you say. it was like wonwoo was disappointed i little - like he was hoping you’d stay but he didn’t say anything. you bid him goodbye and walk a few steps when you feel a pain in your ankle, letting out a low curse. finding a chair to sit on, you quickly take off your show to see a bruise that had just started bleeding too. you take a tissue off the table and wipe the blood, rummaging through your small bag for a band-aid, which you don’t find. you’re just about to wear your shoe again when wonwoo appears in front of you again.

“did you get hurt?”, he asks, looking at your ankle, noticing the small bruise and blood wiped on the tissue. “does it hurt?”, he asks, worried, sitting down next to you. “i can manage i think”, you say, putting the show back on when wonwoo stops you. “it’s going to bruise more if you walk again, let me get you a band-aid”, he offers, standing up and running in the other direction that you don’t even have time to stop him.

he comes back a few minutes later with a bandaid in his hand, giving it to you. you thank him, quickly putting the bandaid on your bruise and wearing your shoe again, standing up. “i should get going”, you say. “yeah of course. i hope you had a good time”, he says. “i hope you did too”.

that night you get home tired and your feet aching. you change and crash into bed when you get a string of texts from your best friend asking you how the event was. you may or may not have told them about your little crush on your coworker wonwoo and tonight they were absolutely adamant about knowing all the details on how he looked tonight since you had texted earlier freaking out at how good he looked. you put your phone down for a quick second to grab your earphones and pick up your phone again, not bothering to see that your finger tapped on something else on the screen.

your eyes find the voice message button and you start it, raving and rambling on about how good wonwoo looked. “oh my god wonwoo looked so good tonight”, you squeal, punching your pillow as you continue talking. “he was wearing like this low cut shirt, i was losing my mind the entire time i couldn’t even look him straight in the eye. and his glasses fuck he looks so hot with them I can’t. and his hair was styled so well that just made him look even hotter. there’s just something about him that’s so attractive you know. he just looked so damn hot tonight that I think my little crush on him is now a full-blown crush god.”, you finally end the message with another excited squeal and send the voice message. you throw your phone beside you and look at the ceiling. you really were swooning over wonwoo now, pretty badly too and no matter how hard you tried to downplay your feelings, they would always erupt back up whenever you saw or were around wonwoo. he just had that effect on you.

your phone pings and you open it, seeing a text from your best friend – “yo where's the description of your crush tonight, i need all the details SPILL”

huh? i just sent it right? but you don’t see the voice message in the chat and you’re confused. you scroll through your most recent chat and right below your best friend was wonwoo’s chat. you open it and see the voicemail that you sent. the one that was meant for your best friend, but got sent to wonwoo instead – fuck.

no. i did not. you realize you just fucked up big time. you quickly scramble to delete it but no use because there’s a tick mark indicating that wonwoo read the message. he saw it – or should i say heard me basically cry and swoon over him. “fuck fuck fuck”, you let out, throwing your phone aside and burying your face in your pillow.  "i’m such an idiot”, you groan into the pillow, overthinking ever single scenario possible that could happen now.

how the hell were you going to face him tomorrow morning? he definitely had to think you were some super weird person now. what if he fired me oh god. you went through some pretty bizarre scenarios before you finally managed to fall asleep.

that morning, you struggle to get to work. you’re honestly contemplating calling in sick so you could avoid confronting wonwoo or just seeing him because you were so embarrassed. thinking about what you had done last night made you want to throw your phone away and hide somewhere. but then you decide that it would be weirder if you skipped going and besides you had some projects to complete and deadlines to meet. you reach work trying your best to avoid wonwoo in the elevator so you take the emergency staircase to your floor. you peek out and make sure the coast is clear before stepping out. you manage to shuffle towards your desk and quickly open the book nearest to you so that you look busy.

it's lunchtime now and you hadn’t seen wonwoo yet, which was a relief. you decide to skip lunch, too scared to bump into wonwoo at the cafeteria and stay behind, saying that you weren’t hungry as your other team members left to eat. you hide your face in the newspaper as you scan the room for any sign of wonwoo.

“not having lunch?”, a voice asks, making you jump.  you look up seeing wonwoo. Shit.

“n-no, i'm not really hungry today”, you mumble and he nods at this information. you quickly excuse yourself to the washroom before he can say anything else, face-palming yourself as you hide in the bathroom for the rest of the lunch hour.  how the hell was you supposed to continue working here after you basically gave an direct confession to wonwoo that you liked him? should i quit? maybe i should start looking for another job.

the entire week you’ve been acting weird and suspicious, not really eating lunch or going anywhere besides your desk because you just wanted to avoid wonwoo. and you knew that wouldn’t last long because he was in fact your team leader, so you were going to have to meet at some point, but avoiding him felt better for now. that was until you were summoned to wonwoo’s office in the afternoon to discuss the new project you would be taking on.

“hi”, you say as you take a seat. you don’t meet his eye, shy and still embarrassed about the voicemail. you try to observe wonwoo’s behavior and demeanor but nothing’s changed. he gives you a brief on the project and what is needed for you to do and you take notes like you usually do. after the meeting is over, you’re about to get up when wonwoo stops you.

“you didn’t eat lunch today either”, he says, a hint of worry in his voice. “i wasn’t hungry”, you lie and he looks at you.

“are you avoiding me?”, he asks straight forward. “n-noo”, you answer a little too quickly. “if you’re trying to avoid me because of that voice message please don’t”, he says and the elephant in the room is finally being addressed. you look down, closing your eyes for a second before trying to give him an explanation for the voice message.

“firstly im so sorry that was a mistake”, you say, your gaze flickering between him and your notebook. he still made you nervous.

“that was meant for someone else”, you let out and he raises an eyebrow at this new information.

“it was a mistake”, you say softly, giving him a nervous smile.

“please don’t avoid me, i don’t want things to get awkward between us because of a voice message”, he adds and you nod in understanding.

“so", he says as he clears his throat. "do i really make you nervous?”, he asks, leaning forward. you suck in a breath and look down before looking back up again. you don’t know what comes over you as words start leaving your mouth. “i really do like you”, you say, your hand quickly going to cover your mouth after what you just said. what was wrong with me .he smirks softly at what you just said. “i didn’t say that”, you whisper nervously.

“you’re cute when you’re shy”, he says, making your heart leap in your chest. did wonwoo just call you cute? was this actually happening?

that night you literally punch your pillow a million times recalling the moment wonwoo called you cute. but does that mean he likes me too? or was he just saying that? you were confused but every time you recalled the moment, and ended up smiling like an idiot.

it’s been a few days since your confession to wonwoo and you’re still trying to play it cool and lowkey try to avoid him, which seems impossible now because you’re assigned to work on another project with him, the one he briefed you on a few days back. he’s in work mode and just looks so cool in his element. you have to shake yourself up and peel your eyes away from him, focusing on your own work. because of a few misunderstandings between the client, they needed the initial presentation on the proposed design a bit earlier, so you were putting in extra hours to get that completed, staying later than usual to complete it. wonwoo is still here too, busy with his own work which like he said before, never seems to end.

it's dinnertime and you’re hungry but you can’t leave yet, not quite done with what you needed to finish today. you sip on some water and ignore the hunger in your stomach. ten minutes later you hear the rustling of a plastic cover and turn around to see wonwoo walking towards you with a few containers.

“i got us some dinner”, he says, taking a seat in the empty chair beside you. “thank you”, you say, honestly really grateful because you were really really hungry. you end up taking the first few bites too quickly and wonwoo notices, telling you to eat slowly. you both eat barely making any conversation.

“you’re a really good person y/n”, wonwoo says, breaking the silence. “it’s really a joy to work with you and see you every day”, he says. this was it, he was going to draw a line and reject you. you gulped, preparing yourself. “honestly when you first joined, i was intrigued about you. and over these last few months of getting to know you better, you seem like a really fun person. and over the last few days, i’ve tried to gather my thoughts and feelings about you and i want to get to know you more”, he says, making you tilt your head to the side, confused.

“would you like to go out for dinner with me, or maybe coffee?”, he asks and it takes you a whole 30 seconds before you realize that wonwoo is asking you out.

“i-i would love that”, you say, trying to hide the smile that wants to burst on your face.

“that voicemail though, It still makes me laugh whenever i hear it”, he says. “you didn’t delete it??”, you ask. “why would i?, he says, teasing you. “you’re unbelievable”, you let out, crossing your arms over your chest. and that’s how you ended up dating your coworker whom you swore you would never fall for.

bonus: three months into dating, it's mostly a secret right now among your coworkers. expect hoshi, boy is too quick to pick up on these things and is just so happy for you and will tease you about it too. so then one night you and wonwoo are in his office trying to finish up something and everyone is gone, it's just the both of you. wonwoo puts the papers down and pulls your chair closer to him, making you look up at him. and before you can say anything he kisses you. "wonwoo!", you exclaim, getting shy. "what? no one is here hm", he adds with a chuckle. "oh yeah", you say, remembering it was just you two. "in that case, i could use another kiss?", you tell with a smile, leaning in to kiss wonwoo. and maybe ya'll do end up forgetting about the work for a few minutes...

pls tell me all your thoughts on this, did you like it 😭

Why is he so damn cute?!?!?! Lol

drunk tiger

This is a definite must read!!

Enjoy The Masterpiece

Title from Fire by Seventeen HHU

Rating: M (18+ IM FR) | WC: ~2.1k

Summary: College boyfie!Mingyu wants you to sit on his face. He's literally begging here.

Warnings: not proof read, non explicit body image issues, wall sex, biting, fingering, face sitting, size kink, you’re both kinda crybabies, possessiveness at the end, breeding kink, cream pie, prone bone, he wants to marry you, lmk if i forgot anything

Reader Notes: has vagina, WAP, implied plus size

AN: this fic feels really personal so pls be nice! and leave feedback im begging! lots of begging going on in this post!

“Baby, I’m literally begging you. Please sit on my face,” Mingyu pouts, lightly flexing in an attempt to build his case. You’re worried about something that hadn’t even occurred to him, something that seemed so ridiculous in his mind until it brought you to near tears. You’re worried you’ll drown him, or smother him, or just be too much for him in general, apparently, and though it’s not a concern he’s ever had, it’s not something he can just dismiss. You feel very strongly about this, and he absolutely despises seeing you cry unless it’s from him making you cum too much, so he has to tread lightly. 

However, this is as light as he knows how to tread. Asking if he can gather you up in his arms and carry you over to the wall to fuck you against it. “If I can make you cum there, would you feel more comfortable about sitting on my face? I can show you I can hold you, baby, and that if I need to move you, I can.”

You contemplate for a second before your eyes journey from biceps to dick and your decision seems to be made. Nodding resolutely, you wrap your arms around his neck and he curls his hands under your thighs. He lifts you up into his chest and bounces you once to get you situated before lumbering over to the wall and bracing you against it. Your panties are wet from the earlier hour spent making out and grinding, and all he has to do is grip them tight and pull them up to put pressure on your clit. He’s got you sitting on his knee, his muscle rippling between your legs, and he’s really considering making you make yourself cum on his thigh before he decides that this is a precarious situation not for testing. He does the work for you, grasping your hips and bringing your clothed heat back and forth over his thigh until his boxer briefs are soaked with you. You’re making the prettiest noises, the sounds just falling from your mouth, and he wants to taste them, presses his open mouth to yours so he can swallow your moans and whines. 

His fingers slide between your thighs, dipping inside your underwear to glide through your folds and find your clit. He rolls it beneath his thumb as his fingertips seek your entrance, two delving deep and spreading inside you to prepare you for a third. He’s going to fuck you after, if you want, so you need to be stretched out enough to take him. Three usually opens you up just enough for his cock to split you apart that little bit more, something the both of you love. You’ve told him before that you like the sting, like the way you have to adjust to him. He was balls deep inside you at the time and your words made him throb inside you, and your ensuing giggles nearly made him cum as your walls fluttered around him. 

They’re fluttering now and his groan sends his face into your neck, his teeth leaving little indents on whatever skin they can find. His tongue soothes you whenever you gasp, his lips traveling back up your throat to find yours as his fingers curl inside of you, your wetness seeping out to soak your panties. You always get so wet, you’re so fucking perfect for him, always, and fuck, he loves you, loves you, loves you. 

“I love you too, Gyu,” you nearly sob into his open mouth, and he realizes he’d said that out loud. He doesn’t care, you deserve to know, you should know how he feels about you. He also feels like he wants you to cum, right now, so he can perhaps maybe get you sitting on his face tonight. He won’t be upset or disappointed if you still don’t want to, but it’s been occupying his brain for long enough that he’s starting to feel a little wild with it. 

His thumb presses down hard on your clit, rubbing measured circles as three of his long fingers hook into your g-spot and pulse, squelching noises following each curl of his fingers. Your breath catches with every curl too, and he knows you’re so so so close. 

“Please cum, baby, I wanna feel you cum, please,” Mingyu begs, his voice shot and his cock dribbling precum. 

You listen, your body so attuned to him that that’s what it takes. You break apart on his fingers, wetness flooding his palm and your cries echoing around the room as you writhe in his arms. He holds you while he works you through it, his fingers never growing tired even as your pussy clenches them so fucking tightly. 

He loves how hard you cum for him, every fucking time. 

“Good, honey? Tired?” Mingyu whispers into your hair, wrapping his arms around you and carrying you back over to the bed. 

“So good, Gyu. I wan-wanna… I wanna sit on your face. Or I want to try it, at least,” you whisper back, resting your head on his chest probably so you can avoid his gaze. He allows it, near vibrating with joy that you’re willing to give it a go, and swiftly switches places with you so you’re on top of him. 

“Okay, so just scooch up-”

“I’m not scooching up, that's so embarrassing!”

“Well I doubt you wanna stand up and sit down on my face, so,” he draws the ‘o’ out, telling you without words that he can’t think of another option, when another way suddenly comes to him. 

“Alright, then you sit up on your knees, yeah, like that,” he waits for you to get into position, “And I’ll just slide down, like this,” his voice grows strained as he shuffles down the bed. 

Once he settles and checks in with you, he lets himself look at the view just inches from his face. Seeing you, breathing you in, feels so different like this. You’re so close and there’s so much of you, and you’re all he knows, all he can feel and smell and touch, and when he pulls you to sit on his tongue, all he can taste. It’s heavenly, the best thing that’s ever happened to him, and the only way it could get any better is if you could just relax. But, he won’t push you. He’s ecstatic this is happening at all and if you need to stay up on your knees to feel comfortable, he’ll just have to crane his neck a little bit more. 

Your panties are still in the way, he’d forgotten to ask you to take them off before rolling the two of you over, so he pushes them as far to the side as he can and licks right into you. The taste of you explodes on his tongue, so rich and decadent but light and sweet, like fucking ambrosia or something, and Mingyu knows that if he died right here and now, he’d die the happiest man on the planet. 

With your legs straddling his head, you’re fully spread open, your glistening folds split apart to show your swollen clit and your slightly open entrance. He can’t resist sliding his tongue inside to get a taste at the source, his dick twitching against his stomach when he feels your walls squeeze around him. He knows he should get his thumb on your clit, focus on making you cum, but he wants to explore, get to know every little bit of you even better than he already does, and now is the perfect time to take his time. 

He shoves his tongue in deep, slowly fucking you with it and letting his groans rumble through you. You shiver on top of him and he feels it in his bones, feels it travel from head to toe, and he gets a sudden flash of what it would feel like to have you riding his face, triggering a moan from deep in his chest. This starts a delicious feedback cycle of Mingyu making sounds into you and you physically reacting to them, until he’s whimpering into your cunt nonstop and you’re grinding down on his tongue, just like he wanted. 

He doesn’t think you’re close but he knows you feel good, can tell by the wetness gushing into his mouth and the throbbing of your clit on his nose, and that’s enough for him to keep going as he wants. Your panties are starting to annoy him though, hindering his movements and constantly obstructing him from feeling you fully, so he detaches from you long enough to ask, “Can I rip them?” 

The tears in his voice make his words near incomprehensible but you know what he’s talking about, as always, and nod frantically, lifting up enough to give him some room to work. They’re flimsy, delicate enough that all it takes is his hands clenched in the sides and a sharp jerk before you’re fully naked before him. He lets the fabric fall to the bed, returning his hands to your hips and pulling you back down to where you belong. 

It’s so much better without your panties in the way, his tongue able to glide from cunt to clit as freely as he likes and his hands able to really squeeze into the meat of your hips like he loves. You give a little grind, slowly getting back into the rhythm you’d had pre-panty ripping, and he whines loudly in encouragement, bucking his own hips up into the air out of pure reflex. He wants you so bad but he wants to feel you cum like this more, so he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks harshly, waiting for you to squeal overhead before slipping three fingers back inside of you from behind. Prodding at your g-spot, he flicks his tongue over your clit from side to side as he sucks, and it proves to be enough, or maybe too much, for you. You buckle over him, surrounding him completely in you as you cum with a sharp whine. The tensing of your walls around his fingers and the pulsing of your clit in his mouth are almost enough to tear his own orgasm from him, one of his hands flying down to grip the base of his dick tight tight tight to stave it off. He’s never cum untouched before and though he wouldn’t mind trying it, he desperately wants to fuck you. 

He slowly slides out from under you, turning over and grasping your hips to help lower you onto the bed before laying down next to you and sweeping a hand up and down your back. You’re still face down and panting into the duvet so he gives you some time, waits until you lift your head and plop it back down facing him to speak. 

“How was it, baby? Did you like it?” Mingyu asks softly, digging his fingers into the knots he finds. 

“I loved, we can do that every night if you want, ten out of ten, great job,” you mumble, and he wonders if you’ll be too tired for him tonight. 

“Do you think maybe I could… cum inside you? I’m almost there, you wouldn’t have to do anything, I just wanna feel you.”

You perk up instantly, still obviously exhausted but more awake mentally than before, nodding and lifting your ass just enough for him to climb on top of you and slide inside. You feel better on his cock than his face, which he didn’t think was possible, but here he is, halfway inside and approximately four inches from blowing his load. He loves cumming inside of you, getting to be so close and leaving so much of himself with you, like he’s marking his territory or something. He’s never worried about that with you, but sometimes the urge still comes through, the desire to make sure you and everyone else knows that you’re his, that your perfect body is his to fuck and your flawless mind is his to love. Even further, he wants everyone to know he’s yours. Wants your ring on his finger and your last name tacked onto his, wants it all, wants everything with you. 

That can wait until he’s not about to cum so deep inside you he hopes it sticks, though. 

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Adore You | Chapter 3 | KMG x F!Reader

I'd walk through fire for you, Just let me adore you

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~4.1k | Genre: rom com, fluff, smut, office au

Warnings: fingering, oral (f. rec.), praise kink, switch!mingyu, discussion of prophylactics, condomless piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: wears a skirt, boss bitch, touch starved, gets nails done, wap, referred to as a woman

Mingyu organizes the papers on his desk one last time, filing a few and setting one aside to copy for the morning, before turning pushing back and standing to stretch. You worked late tonight, and it’s just about time for you to be leaving. He doubts there’s anyone but security left in the building, but he’s quiet as he knocks on your door anyway.

“Come in,” you call out, rising from your seat behind your desk as he steps into your office. You smooth down your skirt, brushing away nonexistent crumbs, and bring your eyes up to meet his. There’s something in them he’s never seen before, something that looks like apprehension and… desire?

“Mingyu… When you say ‘under the desk,’ what exactly do you mean?” 

He bites back a grin, tamps down the triumph rising in his chest, and responds, “I mean I can take care of you, and no one would have to know. Whether it’s here, at your place, at mine. I can be what you need, and we can keep it just between us.”

You look away, your lip caught between your teeth, and he senses you wavering in your resolve, in your professionalism. He wants to see you act as a woman, not an executive, so he takes a step closer and undoes the first few buttons of his shirt, letting the heat in his gaze shine through for once. 

“I don’t know, it’s a big risk, we could both get fired for this,” you waffle, your eyes darting back and forth between his and the bit of skin he’s revealed. 

“We could,” he agrees. “But, you know what else could happen? I could make you cum however many times you want, clean you up, and send you on your way, and nobody would ever find out. You can be quiet, can’t you?” 

“I mean, I- yes, I can be quiet, but that’s beside the-” you stutter weakly, your voice low and trembling. 

“Let me ask you one thing, and if the answer is no, I’ll leave you alone and we can pretend this never happened.”

You nod reluctantly, shifting to stand behind your chair when he takes one step closer to you. 

“Do you want me?”

Your eyelashes flutter and your fingers tighten on the leather of your chair as you look away from him and breathe, “It’s not that simple.”

“Yes, it is. Because if you want me, I’ll give myself to you. Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll give it to you. It can be that easy,” he begs assures you. “Just let me take care of you, that’s all I want to do.”

Silence fills your office, the air between you and Mingyu electric, and it takes everything in him to stay where he is, to stay still, to let you deliberate. Hours pass, or maybe seconds, he doesn’t know, before you turn back to face him, resolution clear in your gaze. 

“Okay. Take care of me, Mingyu.” 

Heat scorches through his limbs as he slowly closes the distance between you, approaching you carefully and reaching a hand out. When you take it, he pulls your chair back and guides you into it, following you down to land on his knees. You gasp at the sight, holding the arm rests of your chair with a tight knuckled grip as he starts to push at the hem of your skirt. 

“I’ll get you on a bed next time, promise,” he sighs, leaning in to nose along your inner thigh and sighing at the smell of your skin. You don’t respond and he looks up to find your eyes closed and your mouth open, making him wonder just how long it’s been since someone loved on you. 

He won’t ask, doesn’t think he’d like the answer, instead vows to himself that he’ll fill the gap with hours of sheer adoration, that he’ll remind you you’re someone to be treasured, to be worshiped. 

And he’ll start by sucking gentle kisses into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, resting his hands on your knees, and slowly pushing them apart to give him more room to work. You slide down in the chair and widen your legs for him, gasping the second he comes into contact with your panties. 

They’re black, silky, lacy, and they look so fucking pretty against your skin he almost doesn’t want to take them off. But they need to go if he wants to do his best for you, so he hooks his fingers into the sides and starts pulling them down, thanking you quietly when you lift your hips to ease the way. 

He can’t hold the air in his lungs when he sets eyes on you for the first time, all of his breath exiting in a whoosh he’s sure you can feel as he gazes at you in awe. You’re shining for him, swollen and open and plump and perfect, and now, you’re all his.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby. Can I call you that? Baby?” He mumbles against you, pressing his lips to your folds and letting you feel them move as he speaks. You take in a shuddering gasp, digging your manicured nails into the armrests and nodding as if you don’t trust yourself to speak. 

He’ll take it, won’t push his luck this first time, brings his fingers up to your cunt and spreads you apart so he can lap at your swollen little clit. The way the bud throbs under his tongue makes him moan, makes him nuzzle in closer, makes him wrap his lips around it and suck. You jerk against him, one of your hands delving into his hair and bringing him flush to you, and suddenly, he’s in heaven. 

Your taste is coating his tongue, your scent is surrounding him, and if he tilts his chin into you, you can grind into it and he can keep his eyes on your face, which makes him more proud of his bone structure than he’s ever been in his life. 

He loves the sensation of your hand in his hair, loves feeling you guide him where you want him, loves the way pleasure and pain seem to be at war within you as he sucks and sucks and sucks. He doesn’t stop, just follows you as you buck your hips and ride his face, breathing through his nose and swallowing down every bit of arousal that slips past his lips. 

He’s obsessed with this, obsessed with your pussy, never wants to stop or leave, just wants to make you feel good, just wants to make you cum. Soon enough, that’s all he can think about, please cum please cum please cum repeating in his head as he holds you open and drinks you down. 

It’s like you can hear him, sense his wordless begging, because you suck in a shuddering breath and break against him, your thighs snapping shut around his ears as you gush onto his face. He can feel it dripping down his jaw, groans deeply and opens his mouth wider to catch what he can before locking his lips around you again and taking another deep pull. 

You choke on nothing, your nails scratching against his scalp as you yank him closer and whisper, “Fingers, Mingyu.”

He whines into you, brings two fingers to your entrance and lets them sink in to the first knuckle, sucking noisily at your clit as he pushes them deeper inside. 

You’re searing hot and soaking wet, your walls hugging his fingers perfectly, and Mingyu just knows he’ll never feel a pussy better than yours. He’ll just have to do his absolute best to keep you, whether he stays your executive assistant or manages to get promoted to boyfriend. 

If he gets to keep doing this, he’ll be happy either way. He thinks you will be too, because you just keep getting wetter and tighter the longer he licks your throbbing clit and curls his long, thick fingers. He starts crooking them at different depths, searching for the spot that will make you flood him. 

When you jump and let out a high pitched squeak, he knows he’s found it, and he takes advantage immediately. Grinding, rubbing, tapping into it over and over and over until you’re shaking above him and clutching his hair so tight, it hurts. 

It’s a good kind of pain, especially because it’s caused by you, and Mingyu feels his cock twitch and leak and harden in response. He can tell you’re nearing the edge again, your walls fluttering around his fingers and your clit pulsing under his tongue, and he doesn’t know what you need to fall over but he’ll give anything to feel you cum again. 

He would tell you, beg you, but he’s too busy sucking your clit to get any words out, knows the worst thing he could do right now is stop. Soon enough, he’s rewarded for his efforts. You shatter into his mouth, your inner muscles undulating around his fingers as you drench his face. High, sharp gasps leave you but you make no other sounds, and as well as Mingyu knows it’s best to be quiet, he still wishes he could hear what you sound like when he makes you cum. 

That’ll have to be for next time, he promises himself as he carries you through your orgasm, crooking his fingers into your g-spot and licking at your clit until your fingers loosen in his hair and you push him away. 

There’s a pop when he pulls his mouth off you and a slick squelch when he withdraws his fingers, and he lets his gaze refocus on your face as he licks them clean. You’re glowing with pleasure, your expression soft and your eyes heavy lidded, and the gentle smile you send him makes his heart feel fit to burst. 

He loves seeing you like this, loves knowing that he’s the reason you look so content, so satisfied, and he’s almost infatuated enough to forget about his aching, dripping cock. 

“Can I just jerk off really quick? It won’t go down on its own, not after that.” 

“You can. Or you could fuck me.” 

That would bring him to his knees if he wasn’t already there. 

He didn’t expect to get to feel you tonight, or ever; he would be content to just give everything to you and take nothing for himself, if that was what you wanted. It seems you’re after more than that, and Mingyu can’t say he’s not grateful. 

Because he is, he’s grateful that you’re letting him see you, feel you, know you in this way. That you’re allowing him to touch you and taste you and take you apart. And now, you’re going to let him put himself inside of you. 

He’s the luckiest man alive. 

“Thank you,” he breathes, hoping you don’t notice that he’s suppressing tears as he unbuckles his belt with shaking hands. He’s pushing his boxers and slacks down when he realizes with a horrified gasp, “I don’t have a condom.”

Your lips pinch to the side and your eyebrows furrow before you ask, “Have you been tested recently?”

He nods, “At my last physical. Everything was clear.”

“Me too, and I have an IUD.”

“So, are you saying…” he trails off, wanting to hear it from you.

“I’m saying you can fuck me raw. And cum inside me.”

Shit, he has to grip tight at the base of his cock so he doesn’t succumb to you right here and now, and even with that it’s still dangerously close. Everything comes into sharp focus, the sounds of the city beyond the triple-pane window, the light of the moon shining on your skin, the scent of your perfume and your arousal, and above all, the expression on your face. 

You look… undone, unwound, unspooled. He’s never seen you like this before, not after all nighters, not even after the company fun run, and as fond as he is of your usual polished look, he has to admit that you’re more beautiful now than ever. 

“Mingyu?”

“Sorry! Sorry, I got distracted.”

He rises to his feet, lets his pants fall to the ground, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He’s got a tank top underneath and he doesn’t want to completely strip here in your office, but he does want to show off a little so he pulls the stretchy fabric up to rest under his pecs, leaving his abs exposed. 

Your eyes aren’t on his stomach though, they’re on his cock. He looks down, realizes he’s harder than he’s ever been, and gives himself a quick tug just to see what you’ll do. Your face crumples and you slide even lower in the chair, exhaling a breath that sounds more like a whine. He feels his lips stretch in a smirk and tries to bite it back, but he’s just too proud of how you respond to him to stop. 

“How do you want me?” He asks quietly, leaning forward and bracing his hands on the armrests to box you in. He doesn’t expect you to say, “How do you want me? You’ve obviously been thinking about this more than I have.” 

He can’t even deny it. Can’t deny that he’s pictured bending you over your desk, and taking you against the window, and hoisting you up on that little file cabinet you still keep even though almost everything is digital and he keeps reminding you to switch over and-

And ignoring all of that, there’s one way he’s always wanted to have you but never even dared to dream of. He wants to sit in your chair, the boss’s chair, and he wants you to bounce in his lap until you cum all over him. It goes against nearly everything he stands for, making you do the work, but fuck, he wants it so bad.

“Will you ride me? In your chair?” Mingyu wishes he didn’t sound so small asking you for this, but supposes it’s not so terrible when your face softens into a smile and you bend forward, just barely pressing your lips to his in a peck before you push him away with a hand on his chest. 

He lets you move him, if only because he’s so taken aback. This is the first kiss you’ve ever shared, and you did it like it was natural to you. Like you’re used to just pecking him whenever you feel fond. Like you’ve been doing it for years and it’s simply reflex by now. 

It makes him feel so… He doesn’t know how he feels. Content and safe are almost right but not quite. It’s more like a sense of belonging, like he’s just discovered he maybe belongs… with you? 

You stand and he doesn’t step away, instead he stays in your space and cautiously cups your cheek with a trembling hand. “Can I kiss you?”

His eyelids flutter shut as you nod, his mouth slightly parted and getting closer and closer to yours. He can feel your body radiating heat, the magnet that used to be his heart pulling him into you, and when your lips touch his, all of his wayward pieces fall into place. All of those nights spent alone weren’t for nothing, they weren’t a waste of time, because he spent them waiting for you. 

He makes the most forlorn noise when you pull away, but you’re insistent and he won’t keep you if you don’t want to be kept. He’s not sure that’s the case, though. Heat simmers in your eyes as you look at him, the last wall keeping him from you crumbling away in the wake of your desire. 

You reach for his shoulders and pull him down, switching places with him and guiding him into your chair. He sits heavily, spreading his legs and taking hold of your hips to steady you as you carefully straddle him. 

He wishes he could see more of you but he understands why he can’t, just promises himself he’ll lay you out and worship your whole body as soon as you give him the chance while he takes in a shuddering breath and lines himself up. 

The head of his cock comes into contact with your warm, wet pussy, and already he knows he won’t be the same after this. 

You’re just too perfect, too soft and soaked and searing hot, for him to be any type of normal as he pushes inside of you. You open up for him beautifully, your walls stretching to take his dick like it was made for you. When he finally peels his eyes away from the sight of your cunt swallowing his cock, he’s greeted with an expression on your face he’s never seen before. 

You look… relieved, your eyes closed and your mouth agape in bliss, like he's giving you something you’ve been needing, missing, desiring. 

Fuck, did your ex have a small dick? So not only could he not make you cum, he couldn’t satisfy you in that way either? Well, Mingyu can, and he will. He’ll give you everything you could ever need or want, and he won’t ever disappoint you like your ex constantly did. 

Starting with filling you up right, giving you something you can really squeeze down on, something that will hit all the best spots. And trying his absolute best not to cum while doing so. 

It’ll be difficult with how fucking good he feels, your hot cunt like a vise around him, molding so perfectly to his length that even the veins webbing his dick are supported. But, as always, you’re his priority and the most imperative thing right now is making sure you feel good. 

“How is it?” He breathes raggedly, staring up at you and waiting for you to find your words.

“Fucking perfect, Mingyu. You’re so big inside me,” you sigh, letting your head tilt back on your neck and slowly rising on your knees before falling back down. 

He twitches within your walls at your words, and at the languid pace you set, your lush pussy engulfing him over and over as he shifts to clutch at the armrests of the chair, his fingers digging into the fabric so they don’t dig into you. 

You don’t allow that for long, taking hold of his hands and bringing them back to your hips insistently, your face stern as you say, “Keep them on me.”

He shivers beneath you, nodding and gazing into your eyes, knowing that all of his feelings are laid bare in them. His desire, his need, his affection, his admiration, his… love. 

Your expression softens and you squeeze his hands, leaning down for a deep, languorous kiss before shuffling a bit closer and speeding up, your arms wrapping around his neck as your hips smack into his. 

The feeling of being buried in your flawless cunt over and over is enough to spark up the slowburn of his climax, heat coiling at the base of his spine as you start to bounce on him, just like he wanted. 

His hands smooth along your soft skin, his arms wrapping around you to help you move and to hold you close, your heart beating hard against his. He’s trying to be quiet and he can tell you are too, but he wants to talk to you, wants to tell you everything on his mind and in his heart. He supposes he’ll save it for next time, when he has you on a bed and in complete privacy. 

For now, he’ll bite his lip to muffle his sounds, half wanting to bite them into your neck and fully knowing he’s not allowed to. Besides, he wants to keep his eyes on you, on your face, so he can watch you take his dick, watch you get closer and closer, your eyelashes fluttering like your cunt is as you start to climb the hill. 

He’s right there with you, his cock twitching and leaking inside of your undulating pussy as he unravels one arm and brings his fingers down between your legs. He rubs at your clit with two fingers in the way he’s learned you like, staring desperately into your eyes as you sink down on him one last time and come apart. 

If the feeling of your cunt rippling around him isn’t enough to push him over the edge, the look on your face is. He fights to keep his eyes open so he can watch you, so he can carry you through your orgasm even as he’s ravaged by his own, his cum spilling so deep inside you, he hopes it’ll never leave. 

He holds you in the warm circle of his arms as you try to regain your breath, your heart thudding against his even through your blouse. He smooths his hands up and down your back, untucking your shirt so he can feel you palm to skin and bringing you closer so you can rest your head on his chest. 

Aftercare is just as, if not more, important than preparation in Mingyu’s mind, and his brand of aftercare entails cuddling for as long as possible. 

Cuddling, of course, turns to sleep. He wakes to his cock half hard inside of you and the sun rising in the picture windows of your office. He would be worried, but it’s not uncommon for the two of you to work early into the morning, and thankfully, it’s now a Saturday so the building should be next to empty. 

You stir when you feel him twitch within your walls, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it on a content sigh as you pick your head up and blink at him with bleary eyes. Your mascara is a little smudged, but he knows you keep makeup wipes for emergencies, so that will be easy to take care of. 

As will his hard on, apparently, because you start grinding on him, clenching around him until he’s fully hard inside of you and then clenching some more, your pussy so tight and wet on him, it’s like he’s wrapped in molten velvet. 

It doesn’t take much for him from there, just your whispered words of what you’ll let him do to you if only he’ll cum for you first and he’s pumping you full of spend again, groaning weakly into your neck as his balls empty inside of you. 

You let him rest for a few minutes before starting to pull away, smiling softly at his responding whine and pecking him on the nose when he releases you from his arms. You pluck a few tissues from the box on your desk and reach down between your legs, rising up just enough for his cock to slip out before catching all the cum with the tissues. Mingyu brings his hand up, replacing yours and gazing up at you with stars in his eyes as you start to fix your hair. 

It’s not too messy, and once he’s cleaned away the cum, your clothes are easy to right. When he’s done fussing over you, it almost looks like this never even happened. Mingyu can’t help the hollow feeling in his heart, wishing that he was going home with you instead of to his own empty apartment. 

He tidies his own clothes as you log out of your computer, organizing your desk one last time before turning to look at him with a relaxed smile. You take his hands in yours, swing them gently, and say, “Thank you, Mingyu. You don’t know what you’ve done for me, I haven’t felt this worry free in months.”

He grins in response, his feelings forgotten for a moment as you sweep him up in your current, as he realizes he’s accomplished exactly what he set out to do. 

He holds your hand all the way to the door of your office, reluctantly untangling his fingers from yours as you reach for the handle. Before you pull, you turn to him with a hesitant look on your face. 

“Are you, I mean, do you think you’d like to- Would you come to mine tonight? You could… stay over too. I’ll cancel my date.”

Mingyu hopes his smile isn’t too big, hopes his cheeks and ears aren’t too red, hopes his joy isn’t too obvious as he nods far more eagerly than he should. 

“I would love that,” he adds on for good measure, taking your hand for one last squeeze as you open the door. 

He can’t hold your hand in the elevator or in the lobby, but he feels like he’s floating as he follows you outside into the brisk morning air, the wave goodbye you send him before you turn and walk away feeling much more like a wave hello.

AN: woohoo! this little miniseries is done!! thank you to @bbychocolat for supporting me and @bahng-chrizz for encouraging me to post early just bc i wanted to and @petrichor-mingi for beta reading!

i hope this ending was worth the wait! pls let me know your feelings 💖

Omg! My heart!!!

of rainy nights and roses — yoon jeonghan

PAIRING — jeonghan x y/n ft soonyoung x oc

GENRE — angst, fluff

DISCLAIMERS — this is quite literally just a fight. like a one-time fight. i have no fucking clue why its nearly 6k words also jeonghan says a lot of 🅱️ig 🅱️oy words in this also there is one dick joke don't look at me like that

SUMMARY — In the heat of the moment, Jeonghan grows careless with his words. Now, he has to bear the weight of saying things he didn't mean.

WORD COUNT — 5.8k

RELEASE DATE — 01.01.2023

A/N — feedback is appreciated i promise to figure out how to write well with a plot and themes and tone and other stuff later just . please spare me

ps. idk why there's so much like,,, crying like is that realistic? idk man pps. i don't know how to make this any better than what i've got. i'm looking at the other shit i've written like... how the fuck did i do that? why is this one so,,, not that? ppps. soonyoung's a W friend pppps. happy new year! cheers 🍻

The ink on the page turned from blurry outlines to clumps of black nonsense as drowsiness invades your senses. You stifle a yawn, gently putting down the book you were reading. The bright light forces you to squint as you turn on your phone, revealing the time in bold, white numbers. 12:43AM.

Jeonghan still wasn’t home yet. Strange, you think.

Don’t get it twisted—the ‘being late’ part was the farthest from strange, especially during comeback season. If he had come home any time before 10 PM, you’d be worried that Soonyoung had passed out and practice had to end early—because frankly, that’s the only inconvenience that could force that man to rest. It was admirable, how dedicated and passionate he was to his craft, though he could get quite antsy and irritated at times when things weren’t to his satisfaction.

The part that has you scratching your head was that around an hour ago, you had texted Seokmin.

seokminnie 🥹

(11:31PM) YOU: seokmin 😚😚

(11:31PM) YOU: when does today’s practice finish?

(11:37PM) SEOKMIN: practice just finished, noona~ ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

The HYBE building was a mere five minute walk from your shared apartment. Unless he somehow lost a leg along the way, you highly doubt it takes Jeonghan an hour to walk short three blocks.

You throw a pitiful glance at the bowl of spicy noodles that stood lonesome on the marble kitchen island, already having gone cold long ago. A small sigh of disappointment leaves your lips as you decide you would just reheat it when he gets home. Again.

Clicking your phone shut, you let it fall beside you onto the velvet cushion with a muted thud and put your hands in your lap. You try your hardest to stay awake, but sleep triumphs over your willpower as you allow your eyelids to slowly flutter shut, succumbing to today’s built-up exhaustion.

Maybe, when you woke up, you'd be in the bed, rather than on the couch. The only sound you'd hear would be the distant singing of birds, and the tranquil inhales and exhales that came from the one next to you.

Instead, it’s the familiar melody of beeps that played from the front door’s keypad that wakes you from your light rest.

You lift your head at the disturbance, blinking your eyes a few times to rid them of their initial blurriness and adjust to the soft white lights of the apartment. Slowly, they focus in on the figure who trudged through the door, and closed it behind him with a soft click. 

Your lips upturn into a small smile, though it falters when you notice the pure exhaustion that took over his typically angelic face. You see the way his shoulders were hunched, stiff, tense. The way strands of his platinum blond hair stuck to the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

He takes off his puffer jacket, hanging it up on the wooden coatrack before padding across the floor softly, trying his best not to make any noise. He halts as the two of you make eye contact.

“y/n,” he croaks out in a tired voice, “why are you up so late? You should be asleep.”

You don’t fail to catch the faint hints of annoyance and irritation that lace Jeonghan’s tone. It confuses you.

Though, you respond calmly. “I was just… waiting for you to get back.”

Secretly, Jeonghan rolls his eyes, thinking you wouldn’t notice. 

You do notice.

A thick silence falls heavy over the room, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere—one that never usually exists between you and Jeonghan. Your eyes narrow at his attitude, though they never leave him, despite the fact that he was looking everywhere else—the hardwood floor, the kitchen, the grey walls—anywhere but you.

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” Jeonghan eventually murmurs, hands finding their way onto his waist.

You lean your head into your palm, “I’m sorry?”

“Stay up and wait for me.”

“Well, I wanted to.”

“Well, I’m telling you next time, don’t.” he suddenly snaps, raising his voice slightly. He finally moves from his spot, walking towards the bedroom, not sparing a glance at you.

Your eyes widen at the way he mocked you, hurt flashing through them. Hastily, you push yourself up from the couch and follow behind him. Though you feel an unfamiliar sense of fear, you continue to ask him questions. “Jeonghan- why are you back so late? Seokmin said practice ended an hour ago.”

“Got caught up. Soonyoung’s been moody,” he answers bluntly, before disappearing into the bathroom. Your head tilts in confusion at his answer—it made no sense. 

Why is he like this? Did I provoke him? you think to yourself as you slowly climb into the bed. Your brain clouds with possibilities as to why Jeonghan was so ticked, but you couldn’t think of a plausible explanation. A small groan leaves your lips as you drag your hands across your face, battling exhaustion. 

Nonetheless, you continue to wait for him to come out. Maybe then, you’d get a bit of reasoning for his poor mood.

The bathroom door slides open and Jeonghan steps out. You look at him expectantly, but he still doesn’t meet your gaze. He simply slips under the covers on his side of the bed without even acknowledging you. Your eyes trail as he did so, eventually landing on his back. 

It causes a shiver to run down your spine, and a deep frown to tug at the corner of your lips. Jeonghan had never faced his back to you. 

This is new. And cold. And distant.

“How… how was work today?” You quietly speak, daring to break the silence. 

“Good,” he murmurs back, voice muffled from the duvet. He still didn’t face you.

“Jeonghan, can you please look at me? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, y/n. I’m just tired.”

You purse your lips, pausing for a moment, seriously debating whether to say your next words— 

“Jeonghan, you know it’s not good to pent up your emotions-”

—atrocious mistake.

“God, y/n!” Jeonghan suddenly roars, throwing the duvet off his torso. You were startled by his sudden outburst, shutting your eyes instinctively. When you open them, you see that he had turned so he was now lying on his back. Staring straight at you.

It was the first time you saw his eyes that night. Earlier, you longed for him to look at you just once. 

Now, you no longer wish you had ever met Yoon Jeonghan’s gaze. 

What you saw frightened you.

His eyes, his big, round eyes—the ones that have always been a rich, saccharine, chocolate brown; that held golden specks and canopies of stars in them whenever he looked at you—were hooded. Hooded with lightning, with terror, with scorn.

“y/n, I’ve had a fucking awful day. I’d love to be able to get some sleep—but guess what? You’re making it fucking difficult,” he spat coldly.

You feel your chest ache, you could’ve never believed Jeonghan was capable of speaking such words to you—

“Jeonghan-”

“Could you please, just this once, shut up? I can’t deal with everything going on and deal with your bullshit. You just, don’t do anything other than stress me out. You're useless.”

—and he just keeps going, you feel yourself shrinking by the second—

“Can you please calm down-”

“Fucking hell, next time I’m staying at the dorms. I can’t deal with your stupid nagging. Who am I dating- my mom?”

—he just keeps fanning the flames—

“But-”

“GOD, JUST SHUT UP! I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

—until they couldn’t grow any bigger.

BOOM.

The sky is angry. Jeonghan is angry. Fuck, why is everyone so angry?

Your brain hasn’t even processed the venom that dripped off of Jeonghan’s tongue—but your heart has. 

You feel like you had been kicked in the stomach. A familiar stinging sensation in your nose makes itself painfully known. It’s almost poetic how as heavy rain begins to pelt against the apartment’s window panes, scalding, hot tears begin to stream down your face.

You swing your legs over your edge of the bed, not daring to face him again. The tears, they don’t stop flowing no matter how much you wipe at them with the pads of your fingers—they just keep coming, racing to drip down your chin in humiliation. A sharp inhale comes from you, the sound piercing the air, causing you to slap a hand over your mouth in a pathetic attempt to prevent any more from coming out. You rashly card a hand through your hair, trying to regulate your heaving.

Your head is spinning. The rain doesn’t ease—the sounds of the storm roaring in your ears. Your back is faced to him, eyes shut so tightly you could see splashes of colours and pixels. It’s too loud for you to hear the gasp that leaves Jeonghan’s lips, nor could you see the way his face morphs from exasperation to shock. 

Jeonghan is mortified. 

He doesn’t know where all of that came from. All he knows is that he had lashed it all out on you, that he didn’t mean it, and that you didn’t deserve any of it. He let every single built-up anxiety and frustration out in brutal, crashing waves, onto the one person who deserved it the least.

He’s a monster.

“y/n-” he rasps, reaching out to touch your waist.

You stand up as soon as you feel his fingers brush against you, flinching away from his touch. His sudden change in demeanor startled you, leaving you sensitive and distrustful.

The entire city could hear Jeonghan’s heart drop and shatter into a million pieces.

“Oh my god, y/n-” his eyes well up with his own tears. “-please, don’t be afraid. Fuck, please, please, don’t be afraid,” he whispers, desperation so agonizingly evident in his voice. 

After a few moments of heart-wrenching silence, you exhale slowly and finally turn around to look at Jeonghan. A ghost of a smile creeps at your lips as you look at him. His long, soft, wispy eyelashes. His pale, glowy skin. His heart-shaped lips. They all framed his face perfectly.

Even while crying, he was pretty.

But, your pained eyes tell him how you really feel.

“Wait, y/n-”

“I’m sorry for disturbing you, Jeonghan.”

“No, angel, please-”

Without another word, you walk out of the bedroom and close the door, leaving him in the room alone. Jeonghan put his head in his hands, dragging them down his face harshly.

You’re so fucking stupid, you’re so fucking stupid, you’re so fucking stupid- how are you going to make this up to her-

Click.

Jolting up at the sound, Jeonghan nervously looks towards the closed bedroom door. Is she not just in the living ro-

SLAM.

“Oh my god.” he whispers. 

Jeonghan hurriedly pushes himself out of bed, his breathing becoming rushed and panicked, his vision growing cloudy. There’s a knot in his throat, making him suffocate on the repulsiveness of his own actions.

He runs out of the room, stumbling into the living room. There’s no sign of you—just an empty, lifeless apartment.

He finally notices the untouched bowl of food on the kitchen counter. It stood there, staring at him in shame. A weak wince escapes him at the thought of you cooking it for him.

The whole apartment was screaming at him. You hurt her.

Jeonghan can feel his lip start to quiver, his heartbeat ringing in his ears. An angry clap of lightning resounded around him—vibrating through each limb and fiber of his being, stripping away at every little fragment of composure he had left, until it all came crashing down.

He doesn’t have a single coherent thought other than she left. 

She’s gone.

mieun 🤬

(1:06AM) YOU: mieun

(1:06AM) YOU: can i come over?

(1:07AM) MIEUN: this late?

(1:07AM) YOU: yeah

(1:07AM) MIEUN: ofc you can

(1:07AM) MIEUN: just letting you know soonyoung’s staying the night

(1:08AM) YOU: oh please he’s seen me slip and trip infront of the whole cafeteria, he can deal with me crying

(1:08AM) YOU: just don’t eat each others faces infront of me

(1:08AM) MIEUN: YOU’RE CRYING?

(1:08AM) MIEUN: WHICH FATHERLESS INCEL DO I HAVE TO PUNT ACROSS THE UNIVERSE ?????

It only takes two knocks for the wooden door to swing open and reveal your best friend, who was clad in silk pajamas and had a face painted with worry; an expression very different from her typical bold, fiery and lively personality.

“y/n!” Mieun cries, opening her arms. You fall into them, securing your own arms around her waist and giving her a warm, tight hug. 

The two of you separate after a moment, the brunette ushering you inside of her apartment. A few things had changed since you’d last been over, you notice—a new painting had been hung up in the foyer, the TV was about twice the size of the old one, and a distinctively larger pair of black Balenciaga shoes stood among the row of pastel sneakers and heels.

The scent of ramen wafts around the entire home, making you go “ah” at the delicious, savoury smell.

“Late night date at home?” You ask, bending down to take off your shoes.

“Pfft, Soonyoung heard you were crying and ran into the kitchen to make the only thing he’s actually capable of making,” she jokingly rolls her eyes.

“y/n?” 

You look towards the direction of the voice, meeting the eyes of Soonyoung, who had popped his head of jet black hair out of the kitchen to greet you. A big smile immediately breaks out on his face.

“Hi, Soonyoung,” you greet back, offering a small wave.

Mieun tugs at your sleeve. “He should be done with the food soon. Go sit on the couch, and get comfortable because you-” she says, tapping your cheek, “-are going to tell us what happened.” You laugh, nodding your head.

After putting away your shoes and umbrella, you make your way over to the big leather couch in the middle of the living room. A half-finished Netflix movie plays quietly on the TV screen. A slight pang of guilt hits you—you must’ve interrupted their alone time.

“Food’s done!” Soonyoung yells, emerging from the kitchen with a metal pot and three Coke Zeroes in his hands, a trail of steam following him as he enters the living room. You give a small clap, eyes lighting up at the sight of the food. Soonyoung leans down, placing a hot mat before gently setting the pot down onto the coffee table. Mieun, who had been following behind her boyfriend, sets down bowls and chopsticks. Eventually, the three of you settle down. You and Mieun sit on the couch, while Soonyoung sits on the carpet, facing you two.

“So,” Mieun begins, cracking open her drink. “care to explain- Soonyoung, where do you keep getting these fucking Cokes? There’s a goddamn crate in my kitchen,” she suddenly exclaims, staring at the can in her hand. You snort, clasping a hand over your mouth while you try not to choke.

“Jihoon’s studio is like a fucking warehouse,” he mutters. “I’m saving my friend from literal heart disease.” 

Mieun pauses for a moment, before shrugging and taking a sip. “So, y/n. Care to explain why you showed up to my apartment at-” she pauses, checking her phone, “1:29 AM?”

You nod your head while chewing, wiping your mouth before you begin—

—but nothing comes out.

Jeonghan.

God, you almost forgot what he said. His words echo through your ears.

Was he asleep now?

Did he just go to sleep, without a bother in the world?

“y/n?”

You snap out of your daze, looking around aimlessly. Mieun and Soonyoung were both staring at you with furrowed brows and concerned eyes. You notice that your arms had gone limp—the bowl of noodles and metal chopsticks that were close to your mouth before were now resting in your lap.

“Give me a name,” Mieun says through her teeth, a glower on her face and an evident clench in her jaw. Your eyes widen, quickly placing your hand on her arm to get her to relax.

“Yeah, who is it? I’ll make them eat my fist,” Soonyoung adds, anger flashing in his eyes.

You let out a sad laugh at his statement. “I doubt you’ll want to do that to Jeonghan, Soon.” 

An immediate blanket of silence falls over the room. Soonyoung’s rigid grip on his chopsticks grows loose, his expression immediately dropping. His lips part slightly in shock as realization strikes him.

On the contrary, Mieun seems to have gotten even angrier.

“Jeonghan?” She seethes. Slamming her bowl of noodles onto the coffee table, she stares into your eyes with pure fury. “The one who’s supposed to be in love with you? He hurt you?” 

“It… surprised me too..” you mumble, eyes downcast.

“Mieun, let her finish explaining,” Soonyoung says, leaning back onto his hands, an unreadable expression on his face.

The said girl scoffs, turning to scowl at her boyfriend. “Oh, so you’re suddenly going to defend him just because he’s your member? That’s real rich of yo-”

“Mieun,” Soonyoung warns sternly, eyes boring into her. 

Mieun falters, slowly backing down and leaning back against the couch. She crosses her arms infront of her chest and looks over at you, silently telling you to continue.

Watching the two of them solemnly, you shakily exhale.

“God, that fucking idiot!”

You wince at Mieun’s burst of outrage, handing her her beverage. “Drink,” you say quietly, “and calm down. I’m okay, really.”

You bring your hand up to your cheek, feeling cold, dried tear stains. You hadn’t noticed that you started crying again—but, you do feel a bit overwhelmed from retelling what Jeonghan had said to you, and how genuinely terrifying it all was.

“Oh, so I’m the moody one,” you hear Soonyoung mutter under his breath. You turn to stare at him, puzzled. “Sorry?”

“Jeonghan hyung’s been in a piss mood all day. He even snapped at the choreographer when he couldn’t pick up a move properly,” he scoffs. “If I was the one who was being a dick the whole day, we would still be in the practice room right now.”

You retreat in on yourself a little, head hanging low. 

God, he looked exhausted as soon as he walked through the door. I knew he was tired—why did I just badger him with questions and push him to talk? All it did was cause this situation-

“Hey, y/n- look at me.”

You slowly raise your head, meeting Soonyoung’s soft gaze. “Don’t blame yourself.” he begins, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. 

“It’s probably because of the comeback soon. Think about it—it’s been what, nine months? Since we’ve dropped an album. Our fans have been waiting for a long time, and trust me when I say the pressure has gotten to every single one of us. Plus, we’re promoting a lot in Japan this time of year, and he’s probably anxious because he’s got this, like, cult following there. I think he’s also got a few solo activities? He’s never really done those before…” he trails off, looking to the side in thought. “Anyways, my point is that there’s a lot of different things that factor into why he’s being an ass. Just know that they’re all out of your control.”

“Yeah,” you hear Mieun say, making you turn to face her. “While I don’t think any of those are an excuse for him to treat you like trash…” she murmurs, placing a hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “They’re all out of your control.”

You beam, eyes crinkling as your heart swells with sheer gratitude. You feel fresh tears pool at your waterlines, making you press your palms against your eyes. “God, you guys are just…so fucking cool. And such great friends,” you say, letting out a breathy laugh.

The two of them laugh loudly, Mieun handing you a tissue while rolling her eyes playfully. “Yeah, you big baby. We know. And also, you’re a much better person than I am. If Soonyoung said he hated me, I would’ve castrated him by now,” she says, making you shake with laughter as you wipe at your nose and mouth.

Soonyoung feigns offense, scoffing, “As if. They mean too much to you.”

“Oh, fucking gross!” You groan, covering your face in disgust. Soonyoung only snickers, throwing his shocked girlfriend a teasing wink.

“Anyways,” the girl shivers before turning to face you again. “since you will be staying the night, aka I’m not letting you go back to him, I’ll go get you a pair of clothes to change into. Soonyoung can sleep on the couch tonight-”

“Pardon?” 

“Did I stutter?”

“Mieun, don’t do that to him. I’m fine with the couch-” you get cut off by the girl vigorously shaking her head in objection.

“No, I won’t be having any of that. He’s not the one who just got absolute shit from his boyfriend,” she replies firmly, her gaze fierce with protection.

Soonyoung whines loudly. “Babe, you literally have a guest bedroom-”

“That room has not been touched since Mingyu passed out drunk in there. It is dingy and cold and lonely. y/n does not deserve that.”

“So you’re going to make your boyfriend sleep on the couch-”

“Oh, please. Like you’ve never slept there before. Anyways, there’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom drawer, a spare towel on the counter rack, and-”

DING-DONG.

The sound of the doorbell resonates throughout the whole apartment, bouncing off each wall. It causes all of you to freeze.

“... and apparently a spare murderer too,” Mieun murmurs, slowly setting down her drink. She stands up from her spot on the couch, flattening out the wrinkles in her clothes before eyeing the front door.

“Babe, sit down.” Soonyoung mutters, also standing up and staring towards the foyer with watchful eyes. 

“You sit down. It’s probably just my delivery package-”

“No.” Soonyoung doesn’t waver, grabbing his girlfriend by the arm and softly pushing her down back into her spot. “It’s too dangerous, Mieun. I’ll go.” he says protectively, letting go of his grip on her and making his way towards the door. 

The girl stares at him defiantly for a moment, before letting out a sigh, her whole body visibly untensing. “Okay,” she whispers meekly, closing her eyes.

You had been biting at the inside of your cheek, staring between the two nervously. Reaching out for Mieun’s suddenly deflated figure, you wrap an arm around her, letting her rest her head on your shoulder.

“Tired?” you ask, eyes scanning over your friend. Feeling her nod her head against the fabric of your sweater, you can’t help but let out a sigh. “Me too.” you mumble in agreement.

Two silent breaths later, you speak again. “Sorry for crashing your date, by the way.” you mutter apologetically. 

The girl on your shoulder shakes her head firmly. “Don’t apologize. I get way more opportunities to love Soonyoung than I get to help you when you’re hurt,” she says earnestly. Her words make you feel endlessly warm, your eyes glistening as an appreciative smile graces your lips. 

Mieun sighs contentedly. “Speaking of Soonyoung- what’s taking him so long?”

What was taking Soonyoung so long to get a delivery package?

You twist your head over the back of the couch, trying your best to peek around the corner of the wall that obscured your vision. It was obvious that he was talking, a conversation very apparently happening; but, they were too far away to be anything clearer than static, stifled voices. You figure Mieun bought something high-value that required a signature.

Finally, Soonyoung’s voice becomes more coherent, allowing you to catch a little of what he was sayi-

“Listen, hyung. I don’t think you should be here right now.”

The other voice had gotten louder too-

“Please, Soonyoung-”

The air around you suddenly feels like it had dropped several degrees. You feel it again—every unstable emotion that you had managed to suppress since you left your apartment was getting thrown back into the equation like they were never even gone. He was here, at two in the morning, you didn’t know if he was here because he cared, but he didn’t just go to sleep—

“Please, I just need to see her once, I need to hear her voice, know she’s safe-”

—and he sounds just as broken as you are.

You feel Mieun bolt up out of your grasp, causing you to wince as you desperately try to bring her down again. But, she’s too fast; her whole body rattling as hot, white fury possesses her being. You watch her round the corner and disappear. A small, delicate moment of peace passes before a fuming shout penetrated the air.

“YOU HAVE A LOT OF FUCKING NERVE TO SHOW UP HERE!”

At this point, the floodgates had opened and there was no shutting them; you were in no different position than you were an hour ago, when Jeonghan took your fragile heart and smashed it against a brick wall. The sound of your friends yelling, the sound of his pleading voice—it was overwhelming your senses and thoughts.

Through your blurred vision, you see a tall figure round the corner again. “y/n?”

You take in a sharp inhale. “S-soonyoung?”

“Yeah. It’s just me, y/n. Hey, breathe.” Soonyoung shushes, slowly sitting down next you on the couch. 

He picks a tissue from the tissue box, bringing it up to your face and gently wiping away the teardrops that glided down your face. Mieun’s voice (you notice a lack of variety among the voices—Mieun is presumably still berating Jeonghan, not letting him get a single sentence in.) has grown much more hushed.

“Please get Mieun to stop yelling at Jeonghan,” you whisper, shutting your eyes tightly and putting your head into your hands. You feel Soonyoung wrap a comforting arm around your small, shaking frame. “I will. She just needs to get it all out of her system…” he mumbles, trailing off.

After several deep breaths and aggressive eye-rubbing, you finally rise from your hunched position. You were going to resolve whatever happened tonight, right here, right now. 

“I'm going to talk to him.” your tone is scratchy and meek, but still firm.

Soonyoung nods, gently helping you up. His arm remains around your shoulders as the two of you walk to the foyer.

Rounding the corner, you take a deep breath. A taller, familiar head of platinum blonde hair peaks out over your friend’s head. When he doesn’t notice you at a distance behind her, you find yourself peeling away from Soonyoung, mindlessly taking steps closer.

“I’ll leave, I swear. Can you please just give her this? And promise me she’ll be safe?”

Mieun snatches the thing out of Jeonghan’s grip, glowering up at him. “She’s perfectly fine here. Now leave,” she snaps, reaching for the doorknob, ready to slam it in his face.

“Wait.”

Your friend spins around, expression morphing from annoyance to surprise. Jeonghan’s gaze lifts from the girl in front of him, realizing you were standing there.

Jeonghan can feel himself grow dizzy—his body tensing, his pulse in his ears and fingertips. You were here, you were safe, were you going to tell him to leave? Or—

Mieun’s furrows her eyebrows. “y/n, I don’t think-”

“Mieun, come here.” The girl whips her head towards Soonyoung, who softly ushered her to step away from the door. She pauses for a moment, before handing back the thing to Jeonghan and throwing him one last grimace. Soonyoung grabs onto her arm, pulling her into his hold.

Now, you’re face to face with Jeonghan.

The first thing you notice is that he’s wet. His hair is damp and tousled, and he’s slightly shivering. His clothes are a shade darker than they normally were, and they stuck to his body like glue. Your eyes dart around his face, drinking him in. His eyes are bloodshot red, and his lips look like they’ve been chewed at. 

“Did you run in the rain?” you ask, frowning.

Jeonghan’s breath hitches, your quiet, weak voice sounding suddenly so loud to him. “I… I couldn’t just let you leave like that,” he says nervously, eyes staying trained on your expression for even the most minor change.

A silence falls between the two of you. Jeonghan didn’t want to scare you again, instead opting to just take a step backward and offering what he had brought.

“I-I brought you this…” he mutters.

Your gaze finally breaks away from his face, looking down. He held out a small bouquet of crimson red roses, wrapped in silk pink paper and tied with a small, messy ribbon. The petals were slightly crimped and the paper had torn in some areas, but they were still beautiful.

Just when we first started going out. A delicate smile blossoms on your face at the sweet gesture. You gently take it from him, turning it around in your hands before looking back up at him. "Thank you. Where did you get these from?"

"I-I ran- I ran to the convenience store. Sorry, they're a bit ruined."

You shake your head, eyes softening. "No, no. They're amazing."

Your smile tugs down into a frown as you notice the way he had taken another step backward, and his head hung low. His eyes are closed, lips tightly pursed together.

“Jeonghan…” you whisper, but he still doesn’t move, only screwing his eyes shut harder.

He only moves when he feels a gentle tug on his sleeve, letting himself be pulled forward until he limply fell into your embrace.

Above all the hurt and fear you felt, you were understanding. It wouldn't have been possible to make it this far in a relationship with a celebrity if you weren't.

You let him fall into your arms because you can tell he didn't mean it.

Your arms wrap around his torso instinctively, connecting around his back. After a small moment of hesitation, he wraps his own arms around your shoulders, his grip growing tighter the more time passed.

Even though his clothes were damp, even though he was shivering—an immediate warmth engulfed you as soon as you pulled him into your arms. Jeonghan is warm—he is comfort, he is home.

Your heart cracks as he buries himself into your shoulder and the fabric of your sweater immediately grows wet. The sound of sharp, uncontrollable intakes of breath leaves him, making you sigh and bring a hand up to gently card through the locks of his hair. 

Feeling a small pull at your sleeve, turning your head around slightly to see Mieun stepping forward, taking the bouquet of flowers from your hands. You give her a small nod, handing it to her before focusing your attention back on Jeonghan. 

“I’m not leaving, Han.”

The sound of your voice makes him sob harder. He hugs you impossibly closer, like if he were to loosen his grip, you’d vanish. The feeling of him pressing you against his body makes you purse your own lips together and squeeze your eyes shut.

“I’m not leaving. You’re okay, we’re okay.”

Slowly, you pull away, keeping a hand on him to reassure him. You rub his arm soothingly, urging him to look at you.

Jeonghan huffs, looking at you miserably before words began tumbling out of his mouth. “God, y/n. y/n, I’m so fucking sorry, I can’t even-” he can’t even finish his sentence before another shaky sob falls from his lips. “I’m such a fucking asshole. You’re so good to me and all I do is treat you like shit-”

“Jeonghan, Jeonghan.” you frantically say, cutting him off. “That is not all you do. Don’t say that about yourself, it’s not true.”

“y/n, no. I fucking- screamed at you- for what? For staying up and waiting for me to come home? For asking about my day and being concerned about me? You even made me food, for crying out loud- and all I do is treat you terribly. Say ugly things when you only deserve to hear nice ones. Make you feel- make you feel like you’re a bother to me. But you’re not, fuck, you could never be.” His voice breaks at the end, echoing around you.

“So, you don’t hate me?”

Jeonghan crumbles, his old words biting at him like a venomous snake. All he does is clench his fists harder.

“Angel,” he breathes out, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. 

After recollecting himself, he looks down at you again. “Of course I don’t hate you. Fuck, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I hated someone as sweet, caring, and incredible as you. I know- I know I treat you like you’re unimportant to me, but you need to believe me when I say that you’re the most important thing to me. You are me. You make me, me.”

Jeonghan notices a single tear that glided down your face. He shoots his hand up instinctively, about to wipe it away, but he stops himself at the last second and lets it fall to his side. You see the action and feel your heart lurch at his hesitance. 

He’s scared to touch you.

Gently reaching for his hand, you bring it up and settle it on your cheek. You lean into his touch, closing your eyes.

“But, I scared you...”

You shake your head vigorously. “You’re the one person I could never be scared of. You make me feel safe, loved.”

Slowly, you let go, and his hand stays there, cupping your face. His thumb delicately brushes the skin underneath your eyes, wiping away the tears that fell.

“I made you cry. How could I make you cry, angel? How could I do such a thing?” he whispers, lip quivering.

“I’m okay, Jeonghan. We all have our off days, and while what you said did hurt me, I’m okay. I forgive you,” you respond. “But, if you’re feeling upset, you should talk to someone about it. The boys are here for you. I’m here for you.”

Jeonghan melts, staring at you momentarily before gently tugging you back into his embrace.

“You’re- you’re so good to me…” he says with a sniffle, carding his fingers through your hair.

“I’m good to you because you’re good, Han. You’re good, and you shouldn’t believe otherwise,” you say genuinely, rocking him back and forth.

A brief moment of peace passes before a small mumble leaves Jeonghan’s lips.

“Please come home.” 

It’s so quiet that you can barely hear him—but you do, and you nod, even though you were already home.

Home is wherever Jeonghan was.