#10:36pm

[stxrgurl]

Photo taken : 29/04/23

Photo posted : 12/11/23

[hyuuukais]

blerrrg i need to go to bed 🙄 i don't want to 💔

[dimlightprincess]

I like you na G, more than i thought i would. Or is this just an adrenaline of emotions rn?

[scrmngtts]

so many things happened lately.. i dont have the energy to talk about it but im forgetting things and i dont wanna forget things..

but why cant i think of things that i like about him when hes asking me.. my brain goes always blank and all i can think of is the past..

[ninyard]

24: If we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? (This seemed suitably AFTG themed lol!)

I’d explain to you in excruciating detail the minute-by-minute movements of the night that Kevin left the nest

[icouldbeaduck]

you know when you find a position so good you’re just like “guess i’m going to sleep in jeans next to a remote and a hairbrush”

[newforever]

https://ift.tt/myUQsku Sunset Dialektik AXIONIS

[ch-qw]

[awrkive]

summary: where you and jungkook love to play the push and pull game

w/c: 4.7k

warnings/misc: idol!jk x (fem)producer!reader. the usual. mean words being exchanged to each other in the name of banter 😕 they dk how to be nice to e/o and i enjoy writing that way too much methinks. explicit sexual content (penetrative s*x, unprotected s*x, c*wgirl position, d*ggy, shower s*x, cre*mpie, dirty talk) idk what happened but there is angst here

note: due to popular demand here is pt 2 🤩🤩 i actually kinda have more ideas for this universe tbh and would love to go thru with it but it def depends so dont expect anything!! anywho. hope u enjoy!!!!! its unedited tho will fix later

index: part 1 | pt. 2

jeon jk. (bighit) [10:25pm]: im stressed i need to eat you out  jeon jk. (bighit) [10:50pm]: whats taking u so long to answer?  jeon jk. (bighit) [10:58pm]: will it kill you to reply

you [11:31pm]: shut up i just got off class 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:32pm]: who gets off class at 12 fucking midnight  jeon jk. (bighit) [11:33pm]: are you fucking ur professor again jeon jk. (bighit) [11:36pm]: who was that. kim namjin. the lame ass linguistics prpfessor

you [11:40pm]: kim namjoon* and if im fucking him again whats it to you?  you [11:40pm]: hes not lame and hes got a bigger dick than you 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:41pm]: yeah by like 0.05 inch. 

you [11:43pm]: if thats what makes you sleep at night ig 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:44pm]: funny bcs who did you come back to after all that? def not namjan

you [11:46pm]: only bcs u send me stupid shit like “im stressed need to eat u out” when u dont get to fuck me 

jeon jk. (bighit) [11:46pm]: youre infuriating as hell

you [11:46pm]: I literally do not care. 

Your doorbell rings for the second time. Rolling your eyes, you let out a loud sigh and drop your highlighter on your book, dragging your feet to the doorway and opening it against your will. 

“What the fuck took so long?” Is what Jungkook welcomes you with, taking off his black mask aggressively and stepping inside the threshold without you even inviting him inside.

You lock the door again, watching as Jungkook expertly navigates the space of your apartment, used to the way he heads to the kitchen with ease where he places the – you noticed it just now – bags of take-out on the counter. 

“I told you, I can’t get into anything right now. I have to study for a test.” You cross your arms under your chest, following him. You stop by the counter across Jungkook, looking at him as he opens your fridge to get a bottle of water. 

He’s worn all black from head to toe for obvious reasons because you live downtown and near Gangnam, and there’s no way nobody would recognize him if he didn’t get into any disguise. 

Jungkook turns to you once he’s chugged the rest of the drink, leaning onto the counter, brow raised as he says, “Who said we have to get into anything right now?” 

You shoot him a mirrored look.

“We only see each other for sex. And we can’t have sex tonight. I need to spell it out for you?” 

Jungkook doesn’t say anything. Instead, he gestures to the food on the counter and begins shrugging off his leather jacket and cap. 

“Eat. You look pale.” 

“Jungkook—”

He furrows his brows. “Is it that time of the month? Why are you so mouthy more than usual?” 

“Fuck off.” You flip him off which makes him chuckle. It takes you aback a little. 

“See. You’re irritable because you haven’t eaten yet. So what if you have to study? Eat first. I’ll help you with your flashcards later, then we’ll have sex. Easy.” 

“Who are you and why are you telling me what to do?” You bite back.

“Because you’ll probably die at 27 if I wasn’t constantly reminding you of eating your meals,” Jungkook shrugs and starts tearing off the tapes on the take-out food. “And you like having sex with me. So.” You purse your lips, making a small scoffing sound, prompting Jungkook to glance at you. “Yeah?” He quirks a brow with a hint of a smile on his lips.

You frown. “You’re cocky.” 

“You get me hard when we argue. Save it for later.” He says, as if chastising you and redirecting your attention again to the food. 

You roll your eyes again, annoyed that there’s a weird feeling in your stomach about the whole exchange and your mouth muscles are itching to curl up a little at his… stupidity. It irritates you, the way Jungkook goes through life in an easy-going way because he knows exactly who he is. 

You almost let out a moan as you start digging in the chicken he bought, feeling relieved to finally have something. Jungkook was only half-exaggerating when he said he had to tell you to eat, because most of the time you really forget all about it.

Today was one of those days… you didn’t have to clock in at the company on Fridays but your classes go from 5 to 9pm which drains the hell out of you. Waking up midday means not bothering to eat… and aside from the bagel and coffee you grabbed at the cafe earlier, you haven’t consumed real food. 

“I don’t like this.” you suddenly say. 

“What?”

You look up at him. He still looks weird. 

“That.” you point at his general direction. He raises a brow, growing confused. “You look happy. I’m not sure if I like that.”

“Ouch.” 

You can’t help yourself. You laugh at his completely blank face. Cutting yourself off completely, you clear your throat.

“It’s weird. Why?” 

“I smile and it just… what? Ruins your day?” 

“Yeah.” 

Jungkook laughs out loud. “You’re infuriating.” 

You hum, weirdly satisfied with that.

Jungkook has been over your apartment many times because as much as his place is way nicer, you don’t like going there. Too risky, too many eyes. Too… scary. You know Jungkook improves his security every three months, as sad as it sounds, but still. You don’t feel comfortable going there, probably why you refused to use the keycard he’s given you. You do fuck a lot in your studio, though, or in the empty rooms over at the company, but when you’re not, Jungkook and you drive here. It’s almost safe to assume that Jungkook knows this place already like the back of his hand.

Probably because whatever the hell this is between you has been going on for eight months now.

After Jungkook and you inhaled every last bit of the food (because he was apparently starving as well), true to his words, he actually did help you study a bit. But that didn’t really last when Jungkook suddenly had his fingers in you thirty minutes later. 

One moment you were talking about phonological change and sound laws, the next thing you know, you’re cumming on his fingers, while Jungkook sits on the edge of your bed frantically helping you straddle him. Meanwhile, half of your clothes are forming a heap on the floor as you heavily make out with each other. 

“F-fuck,”

Jungkook sighs when the tip of his cock finally enters your pussy as you slowly push down on him, thighs clenching at the way he’s stretching you out. 

You gasp when you fully sit on him, open mouths breathing against each other. 

“Oh, fuck, you’re so b-big–”

And you might never really get used to it, no matter how many times you do it.

You let out a shaky moan when you feel Jungkook’s dick twitching inside you, opening your eyes only to see him already staring right at you. 

“You okay to move?” He rasps, the veins in his arms telling you he’s trying to hold back. 

You nod eagerly, placing your palms on his shoulders and preparing yourself to go up. Your slick from the foreplay doesn’t make the stretch of his cock fully burn, making it a little easier for you to slide out and bounce back down on him until you’re repeating the movement faster, with Jungkook taking a hold of of your breasts, squeezing the flesh tightly in his huge palms. He groans, leaning down to capture your nipples, biting the pearls a little too rough you whimper a little too loud. 

“O-oh—! Not too rough, Jeon.” You whine, grabbing the back of his head. Jungkook looks at you with brows raised, rightfully confused ‘cause you usually like it when he’s rough with you. You bite your lip, continuing to ride him. “Just a little sensitive. My period’s next week.” 

Jungkook nods understandingly, squeezing your chest again, quite apologetically might you say so. He licks over a nipple, this time considerably more gentle with it. 

“How’s this for a studying session?” 

“N-not bad,” You bite your lip when you feel your thighs quivering, already starting to run out of breath, digging your nails in Jungkook’s shoulders. His hands travel down to your hips, where he grips it tight and starts guiding your ministration, literally bouncing you up and down on him. “Ahh– fuck.” you moan, shutting your eyes close at the delicious sensation of his engorged cock touching every part of your pussy. 

You’re dripping on him, both of your bated breaths filling your room as he picks up your own pace. 

“You – fuck – enjoy riding my cock like this?” He suddenly cups your jaw, making you look at him. The sides of your eyes sting with unshed tears, whimpering when his dick slips out of you when you try to go down again. Both of you look at it, with Jungkook quickly helping you put it back in, moaning in unison when it enters you again. You tighten your grip on him, soft sighs falling out of your mouth. But Jungkook suddenly lets out a quiet tsk, looking at you with furrowed brows as he says, “Answer me.” 

“Y-you know.” you say, mirroring his look. You start rocking back and forth instead, heightening the pleasure. 

With the way Jungkook’s face contorts, you know the new movement feels just as good for him. 

But he suddenly thrusts from under you, grabbing the back of your hair – the stretch on your scalp didn’t hurt, but it’s enough to make you gasp.

“Why do you gotta be such a fuckin’ brat, huh?” Jungkook groans, guiding your face closer to his. “You act like this around— who’s that guy again? Professor Kim?” 

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from smiling at that. You knew he was gonna bring that up one way or another. You and Professor Kim fucked that one time — okay maybe two times when Jungkook and you had this weird cool-off thing going on four months ago, and he made sure to remind you of it every singe chance he got. 

“No,” you firmly say, leveling him with a look, still keeping your pace on his cock. “He likes it when I’m a good girl.” 

Jungkook’s expression darkens, and you moan when his grip on your hair tightens. 

“You’re far from a good girl, sweetheart. But he wouldn’t know that ‘cause he only got to fuck you twice.”

“Y-yeah? You sure it’s not more tha—” 

Jungkook cuts you off with a hot, angry kiss. Your teeth cling together, and with the aggressive way he inserts his tongue into you unprompted, you know he’s getting a little heated. 

It’s juvenile, but you take a little pride in how much it's so easy for you to piss him off. 

But one second you’re sharing a searing kiss, the next moment you feel a sting on your bottom lip. 

“Oh—! What the fuck!” You push Jungkook away so hard he unceremoniously plops down on the mattress, bringing you down with him. You manage to support yourself with his hard chest, looking at him with bewildered eyes, touching your bottom lip. The fucker just bit it. 

Jungkook lets himself rest against the mattress, gripping your thighs instead. 

“He’s fucking weird for fucking his student, by the way.” he says, apparently still not done talking about Kim Namjoon. His hands have made their way from your legs to your breasts, but you whisk them away, shooting him a glare.

“You’re a dick,” you jab at his chest, making him let out a slightly pained “Oh!”, soon exchanged with a grunt of pleasure when you reach for his cock behind you to sit on it again, grinding against it. You lean on his chest, keeping your daggers on him. “You can say whatever you want but you can’t blame Prof Kim for fucking his student.” 

Jungkook immediately scoffs. Because you refuse to have anything to do with his hands, he crosses them under his head, eyes casting a glance down where you meet, darkening when you roll your hips against him deliciously.

“He’s a person in power. That gotta be unethical.” 

You roll your eyes almost automatically. 

“So you wouldn’t fuck me if I was your student, then?” you raise your brow, taking note of the obvious surprise coloring Jungkook’s face. 

But he quickly shuts it down with a smug response.

“I would just have to look at other professors to fuck. Especially at SNU? Have you seen the women professors there?” There’s a bite to it, and the smirk on his lips heighten that. Like he’s telling you he has way more options than you – and those options can come easy for him. If he wants to. 

“See how you’re not fucking any one of them? Exactly.” you retort. 

Jungkook snorts. “I don’t have to,” He removes his hands from his head. “Besides, I fucked Hana before in a professor outfit. Does that count?” 

You grit your teeth together at the mention of Hana. She’s a friend of yours, also an idol like Jungkook. You actually do have a lot of friends in the industry, and coincidentally, Jungkook has fucked most of them. 

“What’s the matter? Don't like the reminder that much?” Jungkook grins. “I remember Jiyeon being in the same position as you now. She really loves riding my dick. Kind of like you. You two really are friends, huh?” 

Kim Jiyeon, a member of a famous group in the country. Another one of your friends and one of Jungkook’s on and off hook-ups too. You don’t know if they still do it from time to time – as far as you know, they ended just as you two began. But you don’t ask either, don’t really care at all. 

But it’s funny since you remember him saying awhile ago he hasn’t fucked anybody other than you in a long time. Was that a lie? 

“Sure. Don’t feel special though, I rode Jaehyun exactly this way. Went at it for hours because my pussy just gets so wet for him.” 

You relish the fact that Jungkook’s smile immediately falls off his face when you say that. But that victory only lasted for a brief moment when he spoke his next words. 

“You have a dirty mouth on you, I’ll give you that. Shin’s was dirtier, though. Gives crazy head too.” 

You don’t really know why he’s mentioning all your idol friends, but fine. If he wants to play that game, you’ll give it to him. 

“Don’t you just love a crazy head? Mingyu gave me one when we finally went out on a date, and I still think about it,” You made sure to grind against his cock painfully slowly, making a show of moaning out loud. “Oh god,”

Thankfully, that shuts Jungkook up. 

“So he did ask you out.” Jungkook says, and it sounds so… firm. You can’t even recognize the look on his face. 

“Yes.” 

He goes quiet after that, but his hands on your waist are tight. 

Like nothing happened, you continue riding him – and maybe because you talked too much that the momentum got killed, but suddenly, you stop your ministration.

Jungkook’s brows furrow, about to say something. Just as when he opens his mouth to speak, you get off him, leaving him astounded on your bed with his dick still stiff and hard against his abdomen.

“What the hell?” 

“I’m going to take a shower.” you say nonchalantly, already heading to your bathroom. 

“Seriously?” Jungkook says, the disbelief in his tone palpable. “I’m still hard and I haven’t even cum yet.” 

You look back at him. “You can take care of that.” 

Jungkook gestures with his hand. “Are you fucking kidding– you’re serious?”

You turn away and go straight to the bathroom, locking the door and immediately turning the shower on – aggressively so.

You’re not mad, is what you tell yourself. You know you started it when you goaded Jungkook about Namjoon. But you also shouldn’t have taken the bait, because Jungkook is competitive in all areas that affects his huge, dumb ego. 

Well, fuck him. Figuratively this time. You can’t believe you let him in your place tonight. You can’t even fucking remember what you were reading earlier, because his stupid horny brain decided it was okay to finger you when you were memorizing the mor—

“What the—!” 

You look at Jungkook in shock when he suddenly barges in the shower, all naked just like you and goes under the stream too, looking just as pissed as you left him.

“I know where you keep your keys and you can’t just walk out on me like that,” He turns off the shower and you’re about to complain when he suddenly looks at you again, brows furrowing and tone a little dark when he says, “So what? You play this little I’m-fucking-other-people-and-not-just-you games on me every fucking time and expect me to just take it? When I decide to ride along you get a little pissy and act like a child?” 

Your jaw slacks, not expecting the call-out. Jungkook steps closer to you, heavy footsteps sounding like a ticking clock above your head. You’ve always known he’s muscly, and much much taller and bigger than you, but his presence especially looms over you when he’s obviously heated like this.

Your backward steps are futile when he only takes steps forward, until you feel the glass wall on your back. 

Jungkook follows, and even though his hands are wet from the water, warmth spread through your body when he takes you roughly by the waist.

“Now you have nothing to say because you know I’m right,” he rasps. You whimper when he presses his body to you, his dick flatly rigid against your stomach, the tip aching red when you glance down to look at it. Jungkook clicks his tongue against his cheek, cupping your cheek to redirect your face to him. “Turn around.” 

He doesn’t even bother hearing you out, just manhandles you around himself. You suppress a moan when he rests his dick against the cleft of your ass, his body heat spreading within you when he leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know what’s funny? Your mouth looks adorably small when it’s stuffed with my cock, but it sure is big enough when you run it just to piss me off.” 

Your thighs clench at his words. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you look back at him. “S-so what are you gonna do about it?” 

Jungkook raises a brow. “The best option is to put my dick in it but you’d be way too happy with that.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re so full of yourself—” 

“God, can you shut up for even just a minute?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes again.

“Can you just fuck me and get this whole thing over with?” 

You don’t expect the slap in your ass that comes after that. Looking back at Jungkook with a gasp, you’re about to voice out a complaint when he suddenly inserts a finger in you, cutting your train of thought. 

He slowly eases out of your pussy, but shoves his digit back in, settling with a steady pace in and out. 

“Look at you, you’re a cockslut. You like when I’m mean to you, that’s why you piss me off, right?” He says, nibbling on your ear. 

You whimper when he adds another finger, moaning at the sensation. Jungkook picks up his pace, and your lewd sounds bounce off the shower stall as you start feeling the hot coil in your stomach. 

“J-jungkook,” 

“Hm?” 

“I want– more.” You say, looking at him with your mouth agape, tears forming in the sides of your eyes. Your thighs feel like giving out, and you feel so empty even though he’s two fingers in it’s almost criminal. 

“Say it. What do you want?” 

You fight the urge to flip him off, but your tone is still snarky when you simply say, “Dick.”

He chuckles, sending shivers down your spine. “Whose dick? And what’s the magic word?” 

You shut your eyes close, grinding your teeth in quiet anger.

“Your dick and please.” You say in the most monotonous voice you could ever muster. 

You fully expectd Jungkook to prolong the moment a little longer, but fucking finally, you see him stroking his dick a few moments later, shaking his head and chuckling lowly when he adjusts your position against his crotch. 

“You whine and I give you what you want. Aren’t you too spoiled, princess?” He says, aligning the head to your oussy until you feel the tip slowly entering you. 

You inhale, relief of having his cock back inside you washing over you. 

“Y-you love giving me what I want.” You retort back, pushing yourself on him, careful to keep a tight balance on the glass before you even though Jungkook’s got a tight hold on your waist with his other hand. 

He only hums, and soon he thrusts inside with no warning – but it’s a pleasant stretch when it happens, a loud moan escaping your mouth from the sudden movement. 

“O-oh god!” you yelp when he begins sliding in out of you at a fast pace, gushing as he kept on giving it to you.

You try to keep your voice low but Jungkook’s stretching you out so well, his thrusts so precise and forceful, dick growing impossibly bigger every passing second. 

Soon, the cramped shower stall is fogged, with nothing but your heavy breaths and moans and groans filling the air, Jungkook beating your pussy with speedy trusts your breasts are starting to hurt from the jiggling – thank god that Jungkook decided to fondle them with his palms, squeezing and holding, flicking your nipples every now and then. 

“It’s–shit–it’s only me who gets to see you like this, begging for my cock because you fucking love it so much,” Jungkook says against your neck. “So fucking wet, such greedy pussy – and it’s mine, right?” You only whimper, but that obviously does not make Jungkook happy. With a forceful tug on your hair, he makes you look at him. “Answer me when I talk to you, baby, or you’re not gonna cum.” 

“Y-yes!” 

He hums, slowing down to give you a slow, purposeful trust. 

“I don’t care who else you fuck, __. Because at the end of the day, it’s me you come back to.” 

You could almost cry by the way he’s going so slow that you feel almost every ridge of his cock, but it feels so good. He’s so big and hits all the right spots, even when he talks shit.  

“Shit.” he hisses before speeding up again, and you can feel fhe tell tale sign of his orgasm when his rhythym becomes uncoordinated for a bit of a moment, groaning a little loider than usual, until one of his hands on your waist let go to squeeze his dick in your pussy.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook says with heavy breaths, staggering a little. “Where can I cum?”

“Inside.” you say, “Please cum inside. I need it, Kook. Cum inside me.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yeah. Please. Need it. Need it so bad.” you bite your lip, feeling a little delirious. 

When Jungkook moans a little louder, that’s when you feel the hot liquid running down your legs. It makes your pussy flutter, whimpering when Jungkook inserts his cock in you to push his cum back again, stuffing you with his cum. 

“So damn pretty… fuck,” Jungkook whispers, rubbig the base of his cock against your lips. 

“Kook–”

He doesn’t let you say any more, just creeps his finger in your pussy, thumb rubbing your clit in eights. And because you’ve been basically edged as well, it doesn’t take too long for you to follow him, cumming down hard. 

Jungkook helps you get up, lets you rest your back against him as you try to regain your mobility, chest heaving up and down.

It’s weirdly calming when he runs his hands over your body, caressing your stomach and squeezing your tits as you both come down from your high. 

“You okay?” Jungkook whispers against your head. You nod. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” 

You’re about to ask if he plans on showering as well, but you stop yourself before you can even say it out loud, looking at his disappearing figure when he walks out of the shower box and the bathroom altogether. 

It takes you a moment to start the shower again. 

But it was only a quick one, and you didn’t exactly think about where Jungkook would’ve gone by the time you're finished, but once you’ve emerged in your bedroom again, you see him pulling up his pants, buckling his belt. 

“You’re leaving?” You say, pausing. Then you realize it came out kind of weird, so you try to scratch that. Glancing at your alarm clock by the bedside table, you clear your throat. “I mean, it’s 3 am.” 

Jungkook looks up at you. “Yeah. I have practice at 6.” 

“Ah.” you nod, blinking at him. You head to your closet, picking out your clothes for the night. “You have three hours left. Tough.” 

Jungkook snorts. You can hear him shuffling behind you while you wore another clean camisole and shorts. When you turn around, Jungkook’s dressed now in his black shirt and jeans. His cap and jacket are in the living room, so he'll probably just grab them when he heads out. 

When you plop down on the bed, you watch as Jungkook picks up his wallet and his phone, stuffing them in his pockets. You thought he’d leave by then, but he suddenly speaks. 

“Hey.” He calls. You raise your brow at him to continue. Jungkook pauses for a moment, looking a bit unsure. Before you can ask, he finally says something. “You can fuck Kim Namjoon or whoever you like,” he starts, staring intently at you. “Just tell me beforehand so we can sort it out.” 

A few beats. 

Jungkook doesn’t follow it up with anything, and nor do you say anything quickly to that. 

The silence sounds way too loud. 

“Okay.” Is what you settle with. Jungkook stares at you a little longer than necessary, so you arch your brow. “What? Anything else before you leave?” 

It takes Jungkook awhile to say, “Nothing.” 

“Okay… and uh, thanks for bringing food.” 

He arches a brow, lips curling up a little. You squint your eyes, rolling it when he gives you a knowing smile. 

“Good night, I guess?” Jungkook lamely offers. 

You nod. “It’s 3 am but okay.”

“You can’t tell me good night, too?” Jungkook says. 

“Uh, have a good sleep and sweet dreams?” you say with the flattest tone and face. 

He scoffs, but he looks amused. “You can be a little more sincere than that.” 

You wave him off. Jungkook shakes his head, turning on his heels to head out the door. 

“Jungkook.” 

His hands around the door handle pauses mid-air to look at you. 

You look away. 

“Mingyu did ask me out,” you start. 

Jungkook’s face is unreadable when he says, “I didn’t ask.”

You shake your head. “No, I know you didn't, I just–” you sigh. “That was a week ago. I just want to say that… nothing happened.” 

It takes awhile for Jungkook to understand. 

“So…”

You lied. About the head or whatever the hell you said about Mingyu and you together. Mingyu was a nice guy, and the date was also really nice. But it just… didn’t work out. 

“Yeah.” is what you settled with. 

You don’t really know what you expected from him, but he just nods. 

“Alright.” 

That was the last thing he said when he walked out of your door. 

You look away, grabbing your phone to check some notification. There’s something on instagram, and there’s a message from Yoongi. Some mp3 file. Music stuff, you guess. And there’s one from Yena too, a member of a rookie female group over at the company who’s getting into songwriting. 

When you lie down to sleep, you feel empty.

[evie-sturns]

21 - Chris Sturniolo

summary: when you recieve a unusual call from chris, you realise he’s got blackout drunk on his 21st birthday. you’re forced to go pick him up and take care of him in his interesting state..

contains: fluff, mentions of alcohol, bestfriend!chris, mentions of throwing up (no detail whatsoever), a lot of chaos

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11:36pm

i yawn as i shuffle around in bed, my warm covers wrapped around me as i scroll through instagram,

suddenly my phone starts to ring,

‘incoming call from ‘chrizzzzyy’

i pick up the phone, pressing it to my ear as chris instantly starts,

“you know you’re so beautiful, like soo gorgeous.” he mumbles into the phone, his words slurred.

there’s faint chatter in the background, along with heavy music.

“chris? you okay?” i ask, my eyebrows knitting together with confusion.

“i need you- like how a baby bird needs its mama” he groans, followed by a loud laugh.

i giggle, “chris what is wrong with you!”

the realisation hits.

chris turned 21 today, i couldn’t make it to his party due to work, but for fucks sake, this kid is drunk.

“oh my god- chris you got drunk? i thought you said you wouldn’t!” i say frantically,

“uh factually i am not drunk- i think you’ll find.” he fumbles over his words,

“can you come.” he follows up.

i scoff, “christopher- it is midnight, where are you?”

he pauses for a moment, before i hear him chatter to someone else,

“yo- where am i, my girl wants to know” he mumbles to a friend i assume,

he shortly gets back to me “i’m at home, but i want to be at your home.”

i nod with a small huff, “god, i’ll come get you now, just wait on the curb and don’t go on the road whatever you do.”

he almost giggles, “you sound like my mommy.”

i groan before hanging up,

i heave myself out of bed, knowing i’m about to have to collect my best friend in his state.

i grab my keys and fix my hair before walking downstairs, creaking open the door.

the cold night hair hits me hard, i shiver as i jog up to my car, swinging open the car door.

i instantly speed off down the street.

-

10 minutes later i arrive at his street, the pebbles crunch under my tires as i slowly drive to his house.

chris shoots up from his sat position on the side walk, giving me a huge grin.

i pull up beside him, reaching over and opening the door.

“hey baby.” he grins, flopping down in the passenger seat,

“chris.” i warn, reaching over and buckling him in.

“how much have you had to drink?” i ask, looking over at him.

he hesitates before shrugging, “shit- ‘prolly like 20 or something.”

i pause, “20 of what.”

he shrugs again, “couldn’t tell ya sweet cheeks.”

i throw my head back, with a small laugh.

“come- come sit on my lap” he grins, his eyes half shut, patting his lap.

“chris! i am not your girlfriend.” i remind him, his face drops

“you’re- you’re breaking up with me!?” he raises his voice

“we were never dating” i point out, his eyes water.

“are you seriously gonna cry?” i laugh,

he nods with a small pout, “my girl, my one and only is dumping me-“

i lean over the centre console and give him a hug,

i hold back laughs as i pull out my phone, putting it on 0.5x and holding it up.

“tell me what’s wrong chris.” i grin,

“you- you’re breaking up with me!” his words are slurred as he throws a mini tantrum.

“you’re my babe, my hot little babe.” he sighs,

“oh my god chris”. i laugh, putting my phone down and starting the car,

i roll down the windows for him as i attempt to explain that fact that i am NOT his girlfriend, and never had been.

he sits up on his knees and attempts to make a break for it out the window, he sticks his arms and head out the window.

i reach over and grab his shirt, pulling him back in before rolling up the window

“chris! no!”

he mumbles something vaguely before looking over at me,

“we hooking up tonight right?” he blurts out so causally.

“shit i bet you could give me the best-“ he starts but i clamp a hand over his mouth.

“chris.. anything you say tonight you will regret.” i warn him with a smile.

“but- but you’re so pretty!” he protests,

i pull into my driveway, hopping out the car before walking over to chris’s side.

i open the door and he jumps out, stumbling over onto the grass.

“oh no chris.” i sigh, grabbing his underarms and picking him up.

he wraps his legs around my lower back and burys his head into my shoulder.

i carry him up the driveway with small huffs,

i fiddle with my keys before unlocking the door, chris is practically a koala bear, clinging to me as i heave us upstairs.

i finally enter my room before dropping him on the bed.

i switch on the light and take a good look at him,

“like what you seee.” he grins with a stupid lip bite,

he looks white as a sheet, my eyes widen as i grab his hand.

i run him into the bathroom.

“i’m gonna throw up.” he mumbles,

“oh god oh god.” i whine, helping him into the shower.

i stand outside the shower as i frantically try to unbutton his shirt, pulling it off of him.

i unbuckle his belt and tug it off, discarding it out the bathroom floor.

i unbutton his shorts for him, guiding them down his legs, leaving him in his boxers.

“look- you get your boxers off and just try not to throw up for another minute.”

he giggles as he tugs his boxers down, i slide the shower curtain across and take a deep breath as i sit on the toilet lid.

he reaches a hand out of the shower curtain, holding his boxers.

“just drop them i’m not touching that.” i groan,

he drops them in the pile of clothes before i hear a small-

“oh shit.”

i reach into the shower and turn it on cold, trying to drown out the sounds of chris..

i hear some deep breaths from behind the curtain,

“y/n!!!! i threw up!!!” he calls out,

“that’s okay! just get clean in the shower for me!” i tell him,

he sounds panicked, “hey, the alcohol is better out then in sweetie.” i tell him,

he laughs in response, “you’re righhhtt!”

i scoff, waiting for him to finish up,

my eyes widen as chris goes silent, “chris! you better not be peeing in my shower i swear to god-“ i start but he cuts me off with a loud giggle.

i throw my head into my hands,

“oopsie daisy’s.” he doesn’t stop laughing.

-

after 45 minutes of chris yapping my ear off, i finally got him changed and in my bed.

“and then guess what he said, he said that he was gonna fight me if i didn’t give him my drink, like just admit you’re a alcoholic!” he rambles on about his night.

“lay down for me.” i tell him as he sits on my matress.

he flops down on my mattress, his head hitting the pillow.

i lean over the bed and tug up the covers over him.

i move his hair off his forehead with my hand then place a kiss to his forehead.

he yawns loudly before whining,

“where are you going!”

i scoff, “i’m gonna sleep on the couch chris.”

he huffs, “but we sleep together all the time!”

i roll my eyes, “that’s when there’s no risk of you throwing up on me”

he kicks his legs, “i promise i won’t!”

i hesitate before giving in, jumping into bed beside him.

he smiles stupidly before wrapping his arms around me, tugging me into his side.

i usually wouldn’t let him cuddling me slide, but i guess he’s not gonna remember it tomorrow.

-

10:23am

i stir awake, chris’s arms still wrapped right around my waist.

he groans, waking up aswell.

“why am i cuddling you” he laughs tiredly,

“do you remember anything that happened last night?” i ask, sitting up in bed.

“not really.” he smiles, rubbing his eyes.

i reach over him and grab my phone, opening up the camera roll.

“you had a long love confession to me.” i giggle, his face drops.

“what?” he asks panicked, i give him my phone

he presses play, letting the video play outloud.

“you’re breaking up with me!? you’re my babe, my hot little babe”

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[dimlightprincess]

Oks lang yan niks. Fake it na okay ka till u make it. Everything will fall into place naman. Same yan sa everything works for good. And yang feelings na yan or infatuation or pagkagusto talaga e will not do good for you, so tigil mo na yan. At magfocus ka sa self mo. Yaka yann yayaman ka pa this year at mapapaayos mo lahat ng physical insecurities mo. Focus lang sa goal okies?! Go! Go! Go!

[deathbyday]

-'⁠🫧*⁠.⁠✧ MOUTHWASHING ✧.⁠*⁠🫧'⁠ -

P2

“How could we end up here…?”

Daisuke x implied F!Reader

f/c - favorite color

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Written By: DeathByDay

(Also written on Mobile)

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A FEW WEEKS LATER

You’ve made conversations and friends along the way, which you were surprised by. Anya is hard to read along with Swansea, but she’s more distant than anyone you’ve ever met. Somehow, you two make a good duo nonetheless.

Swansea honestly didn’t like you all that much, but it was obvious he didn’t despise you either. You two normally hung out when it was break time or whenever he wasn’t busy. Usually, Daisuke hung around you two as well.

One reason is because he’s literally Swansea’s intern, and the other reason is because you suspect he might have a teeny tiny little crush on you. It’s probably nothing, though. Other than the fact he always asks hows your day going and makes sure you’re doing well. But that’s what friends do, right?

You laid silently in your bed, the thin blanket covering your body being your only source of warmth. You haven’t been able to fall asleep early, which has been causing you to wake up at 6:35am almost everyday, meaning you had to hear Jimmy complain about you not being awake on time at 6 in the goddamn morning.

You know he’s just trying to look out for you, but not even the captain cares about it that much. Yes, he has mentioned you waking up ‘late’ once or twice, but never full on lectured you about it like Jimmy has.

You groan, sitting up along the headboard. At this point, you’re desperate for a device of some sort. Like a phone or an iPad. You want to get sucked into some video game that’ll make the time pass by so much faster then it is right now. Suddenly, you perk up, realizing Daisuke may have a Gameboy that he brung with him.

You turn your head to the digital clock that sat right beside your bed, the numbers reading 10:36pm. You and the other crew mates weren’t allowed to be out of the sleeping quarters after 9:30, but nobody cares for that rule. Along side that, you knew you wouldn’t be able to rest anytime soon, so what’s the point of just sitting around?

You decide to sneak around the Tulpar and ask Daisuke if you could borrow his Gameboy for the night before returning to your own room. That way nobody would know you were walking around. Then when you see him in the morning, you’ll return the device. It’ll be like nothing even happened!

You set your plan into motion, standing up and heading towards the door. You made sure you don’t like you’re as exhausted as you actually are by covering yourself up with a f/c sweatshirt and pulling the hood over your head, which protected yourself from the cold and kept your eye bags out of sight. You walked outside your room, keeping your steps light.

You passed by Anya’s room, holding your breath as you did so. But you almost let out a gasp as you heard a voice coming from her room that wasn’t hers. You recognized that voice almost immediately. It was Jimmy’s.

You hurried towards Daisuke’s room, a bit too scared to press your ear to the door and listen to what they’re talking about. You ignore the sick feeling in your stomach to turn back, not knowing if it was as serious as what you were thinking. You made a mental note to ask Anya about it soon.

You finally came across Daisuke’s door and gently knocked three times, hoping that he was still awake. Luckily enough, he was. You heard his footsteps get louder before the door opens, revealing the guy you’ve been looking for. You tiredly smile up at him, seeing his confused expression.

“Oh, Y/N! What’s up?” His voice was soft, barely above a whisper. He stared down at you, waiting for your response. You played with your fingers, suddenly becoming too anxious to ask about his Gameboy. You swallowed the saliva that traveled to the front of your throat, rethinking your actions.

“Daisuke.. you have a Gameboy, right?” You asked, glancing up at him. He nods, possibly figuring out what you were about to ask. “This is kind of a bad time but.. I’m playing on it right now. Do you wanna wait for it? Or would you like to watch me?” Both of your eyes seem to light up at the thought of the two of you giggling like little kids, watching him play on his device.

“I’ll watch you!” You don’t seem as anxious anymore and it’s showing. He widens his door, allowing you to walk in. He shuts it, watching you with a soft gaze as you glance around his room. Like Anya’s, it wasn’t too neat but it wasn’t dirty either. You ultimately assume everyone else’s room is the same.

Just a few minutes later, you found yourself curled up beside the brunette, your hands gripping his clothed arm, the two of you watching him play Tetris. You were surprised at how good he is, knowing you’ve never gotten past your 14,051 highscore. You yawned, breaking the comforting silence between you two.

You subconsciously snuggled closer, feeling your eyelids get heavier each time you shut them. Daisuke chuckles, pausing the game before patting your head playfully. “You getting tired already?” He teases, setting his device down. You grumble, rolling your eyes as you look up at him. “Yeah, yeah.. at least I’m not going to sleep so late.” You retort, sniffling before lying your head on his shoulder.

“Do you think we would get in trouble if I stay here for the night? I mean, I heard Jimmy’s voice in Anya’s room, so it should be fine, right?” You ask, looking up at him with exhaustion. You could honestly pass out any second if you stayed in this position.

“Yeah, it’ll be fine. You don’t need to worry about that. Just get some sleep.” He would be lying if he didn’t say his face was flustered by how close you were to him. You immediately obey, wrapping your arms around his waist, your head laying on the side of his chest. You shut your eyes, ignoring how your heart is beating faster.

Daisuke’s right arm wrapped around your figure, his head lying on his pillow. He shuts his eyes, feeling the exhaustion finally catch up to him. The mixture of his soft snores and your breathing comforted the two of you in a way that couldn’t be explained.

You just couldn’t believe you were sleeping in the arms of a friend. But.. could you even call him that now..?

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Getting in trouble for being in the same bed as your best friend was expected, but you didn’t expect his boss to be the one finding you two. The sad thing is, Swansea didn’t even knock. He just barged in and saw the two of you asleep, arms wrapped around each other and assumed the worst.

Both of you got lectured on how sleeping together was inappropriate. But then, Swansea leaned over the desk and whispered something that surprised you.

“Hey, now I’m not one to judge about that sort of stuff. And honestly, I couldn’t care less what you guys do. As long as you two keep it quiet while I’m trying to sleep, then by all means, go ahead.” He reassured.

You both stared at him in disbelief, not knowing that those were the words that would ever come out of that man’s mouth. You shook your head, brows furrowed upwards. Daisuke’s eyes were wide, cheeks flustered in embarrassment.

“T-..I’m sorry?” You tilted your head, wondering if you even heard him correctly. He shrugged it off as quick as he brought it up, letting you two deal with the new found information. You turned your head towards the blushing male, giving him a soft smile, trying to ease the tension in the room.

“Well, that was something!” You giggle, forcing the embarrassment down your throat. Daisuke nods, his face still beet red. You would tease him, but you know your face is the same color. Swansea motioned for the two of you to get out, and you both quickly did so.

You avoided eye contact with Daisuke as he did the same with you, clearly too scared to bring what just happened up. You both just stand there, not saying anything for a few moments. That was until you finally sighed and became brave enough to speak.

“Daisuke, I-I’m really sorry.. I should’ve never even thought of coming by your room.” You attempt to take blame, the redness in your cheeks calming down as you stared at the ground in shame. After all, it was your fault Swansea found out about the two of you sleeping together. You’re just glad he promised you he wouldn’t tell anyone, especially the captain.

He immediately turned his head towards you, eyes wide as he let what you said sink in. You taking the blame for something that was ultimately his fault? No way! “Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong!” He shook his head, his face finally turning back to its original color.

“I was the one who let you in my room in the first place. I should’ve been thinking more clearly. Don’t take blame for something that was my fault.” He stated, his expression calm as he spoke. He presses the palm of his hand on your shoulder in attempt to comfort you. You glance up at him, a smile glazing your lips.

“Are you sure? You know I’ll take responsibility if Swansea ever slips up and says something, right?” You question, not wanting him to regret his choice later on. Daisuke gives you a confident nod, making you playfully sigh in defeat.

You giggle, placing your hand on top of his own that laid on your shoulder. You unconsciously step closer to him before wrapping your arms around him, pulling the male into a tight hug.

It took him a few seconds to process what was happening, but he slowly hugged you back, his chin on top of your head. You both stayed there, comforted by the silence that surrounded you two.

“I guess I can’t change your mind, huh?” Your voice was muffled due to your face being buried into his collar. You felt his body shake lightly, a chuckle escaping his throat. “No, you really can’t.” He confirmed, tightening his hold on you. It was like he was trying to protect you from something.

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You watched from afar as Jimmy, Swansea, Daisuke, and Anya played the famous board game, Sorry!. You sat alone on the rock hard chair, sitting at the lounge table in the middle of the room. You wanted to get closer, yes, but you were still hesitant of being near Jimmy.

He just seems off to you. In a bad way this time. You shake it off, thinking you were just overreacting over a little thing. Maybe he wasn’t a bad guy at all and you were making up scenarios. But, it’s always better to be safe then-

“Sorry!” Swansea’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, making you jump as he shouts. He weakly chuckles as Daisuke groans, grabbing his game piece and placing it in another spot.

You light heartedly smile, pushing away the unsettling feelings of Jimmy and focusing on the positive. You really don’t have anything to worry about besides the job, of course. But that was easy. All you had to do was take notes and give reports on what’s happening to whoever would listen.

You drown out the groups laughter and get up from your seat, slipping out of the room unknowingly. The last thing you would want to do is draw attention to yourself. You walked through the skinny halls, wondering what hard material they were made out of. Iron? Possibly. Definitely not wood, though..

You suddenly bump into someone’s chest, causing you to look up at them and immediately apologize. You knew who you bumped into. Captain Curly. You weren’t that dumb. He chuckles deeply before waving you off like a little kid. “It’s alright, nothing to apologize for.” He reassured you, patting your head gently.

You stepped around him, watching over your shoulder as you continued walking to see if he would look back at you or not. He didn’t. All he did was continue along the path you came from like nothing happened. You released a sigh that you didn’t know you were holding.

You just know if you bumped into Jimmy, he would lecture you until midnight. No wonder Captain Curly’s the captain. You would probably end up going crazy if Jimmy wasn’t the second in command, but instead taking his friends position. Just thinking about it sends chills down your spine.

You continued walking until you got to the sleeping quarters. Going into your room, you shut the door behind you and looking at the digital clock. 7:28pm. You realize you should report back to the lounge area, knowing dinner is about to be served. That’s probably where Captain Curly was heading before you bumped into him.

You felt your face heating up, remembering the awkward situation you just had a few minutes ago. You take deep breaths before looking in the mirror beside your door, checking to see if you could see any redness. Luckily enough, you couldn’t.

You flattened down your suit, making sure you couldn’t tell there were any wrinkles before smoothing it down. You took a deep breath in then exhaled, opening your door and finally walking back to where you came from. You weren’t that excited about dinner being served, though. It was usually always the same meal every time, which was soup.

You didn’t know what the ingredients were to making it, and you’d rather not know. It looked like it was made from sewer water. Some days the liquid tasted better than the day before, other days it tasted worse. It was a 50/50 chance.

A few minutes later, you found yourself walking through the door. The quad was finishing up their game. You could tell who was about to win and who wasn’t just by looking at their faces. You turn your head to see Captain Curly laying the bowls down, placing plastic spoons beside them.

You walked up to him, grabbing napkins for the crew. As you did so, you attempted to make small talk. “So, Captain, are you gonna join us for dinner?” You glanced in his direction, setting the cloths down next to the bowls and spoons laid down.

Captain Curly nods before placing the last bowl and spoon down, turning to you. “Yeah, I will be. But not for long, I gotta get back to make sure we aren’t hitting any asteroids.” You hum in realization, forgetting all about that asteroid stuff.

Just last week you all almost crashed the Tulpar into an asteroid. Luckily Captain Curly managed to steer the ship away before you all got smashed. Hopefully that would never happen again. It’s very unlikely that it would, anyway.

“That’s understandable. At least you can be here with us for a little bit!” You tried to make light of the situation, wanting to forget your almost deathly experience.

The quad finished up their game, Daisuke pumping his fists into the air. Swansea and Jimmy had stern looks on their faces, upset by the loss. But Anya looked like she wanted to strangle Daisuke to death. You all sat down, Captain Curly grabbing the pot of soup for you all.

Sitting beside you sat Anya. Jimmy sat on one side of the table, the captain about to sit down at the other. Daisuke sat across from you, Swansea beside him. Your brows creasing as you turned your head towards Anya, who shot daggers in Daisuke’s direction. You place the palm of your hand on her shoulder in attempt to comfort her.

“Intense game?” You ask, glancing towards each of the three brunette males. Jimmy and Swansea nodded while Daisuke gave you a thumbs up, a dorky grin plastered across his lips. It was obvious he was happy he won.

“Time to eat!” Captain Curly announced, setting the pot of soup down in the middle of the table. Everyone took turns scooping the liquid into their bowls, being patient for once. Once everyone finished, you hesitated before dipping your spoon into your own bowl and bringing it to your mouth.

“Thank you, Captain Curly.” Mutters from everyone came after one another before continuing to sip the soup. It didn’t take long for everyone to start to finish their dish, seeing as it was only a liquid to be drank.

As everybody continued finishing up, the captain excused himself to go back and hide in his quarters for the night. He bid you all goodbye before walking out of the room, the automatic doors shutting behind him. Jimmy was the second to go. Then it was Swansea and Daisuke, who ended up finishing at the same time. Lastly, it was just you and Anya.

You decided it was a good time to ask about what you heard last night in her room. You haven’t brung it up to anyone else besides Daisuke, not knowing if she would even want you to mention it or not. So, you didn’t.

“Hey, Anya?” You tilt turn your head her way, a curious expression glazing over your face. She glances at your direction, waiting to see what you had to say. “I, uh.. I heard a man’s voice in your room last night. I think it was Jimmy’s. What’s up with you two?” As soon as that question left your lips, her eyes went wide and her face turned pale.

You immediately perk up, not knowing that it would be such a sensitive topic to her. “Oh! I’m sorry, forget I said anything. I didn’t mean to upset you..” You attempt to reassure her, knowing the damage was already done. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll keep my mouth shut.” You knew you were lying. You literally told Daisuke last night. Of course she didn’t need to know that, though.

She swallowed hard, shaking her head as to tell you it’s alright. “N-No, you don’t need to be sorry. It’s just..” She hesitates, realizing she would just put more weight onto your shoulders if she told you what’s wrong.

“Never mind, you don’t need to worry about me. Him and I are just very close, that’s all.” Anya doesn’t give you a very convincing smile as she speaks, but you knew better than to push her.

You nod along, deciding to leave it up to her if she wants to tell you the truth or not. You knew deep down she was lying, but you don’t see a reason to force the real answer out of her. “You know I’ll always be here for you, right? Even though you’re our nurse and you know about all that depressive stuff, I still wanna make sure you’re okay.”

As you mumble, you leaned over and gave the woman a gentle hug, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. She stayed silent, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She quickly hugged you back, hiding her face in your neck. It doesn’t take a genius to realize she was crying. You stand up, whispering praises into her ears before shushing her.

“It’s okay, shh.. I’m here. You’re safe with me.” You rock her side to side, placing one hand on her head and gently playing with her dark hair. A few moments later she calmed down, her tears drying up on your suit. She continued to hug you, not wanting to let go.

“Jim’s just an asshole. I’m not sure what he’s done to you, but it clearly messed you up.” You state the obvious, curling your fingers in her hair. Anya sniffles, nodding her head in the crook of your neck as a response. “Do you wanna go to bed? I could walk you to your room if you want.” You release her from the hug, your hands gripping her clothed biceps as you stare into her eyes.

“Yeah. T-That would be nice.” She agrees, covering her face with her hands, wiping away the tears from her eyes. You nod, letting go of her arms and guiding one of her hands off her face to hold it. You help her stand, making sure she could stable herself before starting to walk towards the sleeping quarters.

Before you two left, you glanced up at the clock on the wall. 8:34. You let out a sigh, thankful that it hasn’t passed 9 yet. You grip Anya’s hand, your thumb gliding across her knuckles. Before you knew it, you both stood in front of her bedroom door. You turned back, letting her hand go. “I’ll get going now, ya? Sleep well, Anya.”

You grin, giving her one last tight hug before finally walking away. You heard the door open and close, letting you silently know she was safe in the comfort of her room. You didn’t know if Jimmy would go to her room ever again, but you’re praying that he wouldn’t.

You walk down the hall and head towards Daisuke’s room. As long as you don’t get caught by Jimmy, you doubt anyone else would care if you were in there. In all honesty, you missed his arms around you all day. Hopefully you both could end up in that same position tonight.

Or maybe he would be in your arms. Who knows?

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author’s note

MY POOR BABY ANYA😭😭 I had to add at least one moment of reader comforting her, I couldn’t resist. on a completely different note, I’m proud of myself for the ‘take responsibility’ line. even though it wasn’t creative, just let me be happy💔

next chapter will be out in a few days!! hope ya had fun reading! bye for now!! <33

[jinusajas]

01/10/25; 06:36pm

sylus x fem.reader

notes: writing this as a reminder on how much i still love sylus, while at the same time in celebration of @voidsylus’s return (⺣◡⺣)♡

obligatory tags: @voidsylus | @milkandstarlight

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

thinking about how sylus absolutely spoils you on your day off…

mornings would start off with breakfast in bed, with sylus making all of your favorites. from waffles topped with whipped cream and strawberries to fluffy omelettes and a good portion of bacon. he would hand feed you this scrumptious meal while licking away any lingering crumbs settled on the corner of your lips with a smirk on his face.

“sy, don’t you think you’re going a little too far? after all, i’m perfectly capable of feeding myself.”

you bask in his deep chuckles, allowing him to press a kiss against your forehead before telling you, “i know that, but there’s no way i’ll allow my love to lift a finger, not when i’m here to serve you.”

basking in the sounds of your laughter, sylus continues to feed you breakfast, making sure you ate every last morsel before setting the empty tray off to the side. your curious gaze lands on him, wondering what he was planning when you felt his arms wrap around your waist before picking you up bridal style. given no choice but to cling to him, you lovingly nuzzle the tip of your nose against his defined cheekbones. “what? you’re not letting me walk either?”

“you won’t ever have to take a single step as long as i’m here, little dove.”

with your giggles echoing throughout the room, you watch as sylus brings you into your shared bathroom, shutting the door while turning the lock. curiosity paints your expression, but you remain silent even as sylus places you back on the marble floors. a reverent caress was felt on your skin the moment the back of his hand does a gentle sweep across your cheek, admiring the soft look in your eyes for a brief moment before allowing his hands to descend upon you.

deft fingers slowly peel away at your clothes, making goosebumps erupt all across your skin as the fabric of your shirt falls to the ground. you were left in your panties, feeling your nipples harden in response as sylus gently cups at them within the palm of his hand.

“beautiful.” was all he manages to say, lightly pinching at the hardened bud as you felt your breathing hitch in response. a devilish smirk was seen on his face when he releases you from his grip, kneeling down to help you step out of your panties as he pulls the flimsy fabric off of you. with your mouth going dry, you use sylus’s broad shoulder for support, allowing your panties to pool against your ankles while hearing the way your lover lets out a low hiss at the sight. he tosses the panties aside before standing back to his full height, taking off his dark shirt and boxers at the same time.

your mouth waters at the sight of his erection settled between his legs, shivering when sylus lets out another rich chuckle before framing your face with one hand. “my eyes are up here, darling.”

forced to meet his gaze, you purposely lick at your lips, watching as the hunger flashes within his gaze. “what a naughty little dove you are.”

gripping at the back of your thighs, he picks up your bare form and holds you against him, your breathing turning labored when you felt the tip of his cock brush against your inner thighs. stepping into the shower, he closes the frosty, glass door, turning on the shower faucet while standing beneath the spray. he shields you from the momentary coldness of the waters with his broad back, smirking down at you while pressing your naked body against the wall.

his husky voice whispers your name, catching your attention as he uses the pad of his thumb to trace at your bottom lip. “do you know why i fed you so well?”

a playful grin spreads across your features, “hm, i have a few guesses… but why don’t you tell me?”

shaking his head, you felt the moisture pool between your legs at the sight of water dripping down his gorgeous body, making his muscles glisten from beneath the intimate lighting, “instead of telling you with words, why don’t i show you?”

you sharply inhale when sylus kneels down in front of you, slotting himself between your legs. spreading your thighs even further for him, you felt the heat blossoming within your veins at being left so open for him. “look at you, so pretty and wet for me.”

“it could be because of the shower- ah!” you arch your back against the shower wall when he pushes a thick finger inside of your heat, pumping it in and out of you before setting a steady pace. “hn, i don’t think it’s because of the shower, sweetie. i think this is all you.” further wishing to embarrass you, sylus leans even closer to your aching cunt, greedily breathing in your scent while letting out a shudder, “that scent is unmistakably you, little dove.”

with his fingers still drawing out your honeyed sweetness, your hands automatically delve into his strands of hair when he presses his lips against your slick folds, tongue tracing at your outer lips before diving into you. his ministrations against your body succeeds in making you cry out to him, your moans echoing throughout the bathroom as you cling to him for dear life.

the constant pumping motions his fingers set coupled along with the sounds of his mouth eagerly drinking up everything you had to offer was becoming too much for you as your back arches against the wall, releasing yourself into his awaiting mouth. his groans were felt vibrating against you as your thighs locked him in place, too drunk off of the pleasure to even think clearly.

“mmph, you taste so fucking good, sweetie. i can’t get enough of you.” feeling him lick one last strip up your sensitive core, sylus stands back to his full height. you nearly fell to the ground had it not been for sylus’s arm wrapped around your waist. “jump, little dove.”

giving him a weak nod, you manage to jump back into his arms, with sylus pinning you against the wall with his hands gripping at the back of your thighs. you shiver, hands automatically wrapping themselves around his neck as the tip of his cock traces at your slick folds.

“are you ready for me, love?”

giving him a series of eager nods, you cling to him, letting out a loud moan the moment sylus pushes himself into you. once you felt every inch of him sheathed inside of you did he begin to set a rapid pace. your breasts bounce in tune to his passionate movements. pressing his face against the base of your throat, you feel the way his tongue laps away at the droplets of water from your skin, the sensual touch increasing your pleasure by a tenfold.

feeling greedy while filled with a need to reach your climax, you wrap your legs around his waist, trapping sylus against you as his cock hits you at an even deeper angle. your nails rake down his muscular back, earning a hiss from sylus as his thrusts seemed to stutter in response to the sudden pain.

“ngh… you’re getting pretty feisty, sweetie.” he tells you with a chuckle before biting down against your skin, “and i must say, i quite like it.”

his words were enough to make your walls clench around him, releasing yourself with a loud moan as you felt your warm juices escaping from you and down into the length of his cock. a low hiss comes out of sylus as well when he gives you a few more thrusts before completely stilling his hips, filling you up with his cum.

you let out a content purr, weakly pressing chaste kisses against the side of his face. you hear sylus’s chuckle once more before gently gripping at your thighs, slowly pulling out of you before carrying you toward the shower spray.

the hot water manages to soothe your aching muscles, with your moans still echoing in the shower stall when sylus slowly began washing your hair. as he lathers the shampoo within those tresses, he makes sure to massage and scratch at your scalp. “ahhh, this feels so good.”

while sylus continues washing your hair, he presses a series of kisses against your shoulders, “that’s the whole point, little dove.”

you spend at least an extra hour beneath the shower spray, with sylus making sure you were thoroughly cleaned before shutting off the water and carrying you out of the shower stall. after drying both of your forms, sylus helps you put on your robe while doing the same, pressing another kiss against your damp hair before unlocking the bathroom.

once you came back to your shared bedroom, you were immediately hit with the scent of your favorite takeout, seeing it already laid out on a cart for you. your wide eyes meet with sylus’s smug expression when he takes a hold of your hand and presses a kiss at the back of it, “i told you that i would spend the entire day spoiling you, right? i had luke and kieran pick this up for us since i figured you’d be… famished after our rigorous exercise.”

heat was felt against your cheeks once more, but even when you gave his chest a playful punch-

you still accepted his kiss when he captures your lips.

end notes: i’m afraid i had to write something for sylus to remind myself that im still his girl even after the caleb reveal 😭🙌🏻 currently unedited, but it looks decent enough to me 🙂‍↕️

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[currrentfixations]

the cut that always bleeds 2 — park hu-min

pairing: park hu-min (baku) x gotaksister!reader

genre: just fluff tbh, they deserved a happy ending.

word count: 2.1k words

note: friendship?? they love each other, your honour. also thank you so much for all the love on my first fic it means a lot 😭🫶, hope you guys enjoy this one as well!

part 1!

you were woken from your slumber by your phone buzzing next to you.

hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ flashing on your phone screen, before the screen went black again.

you had fallen asleep slumped against the door. your eyes swollen from crying, and your body stiff and sore from the rigid position it had been frozen in for the last couple hours. slowly getting up, you reached for your phone.

your head was throbbing, like someone had struck it with a hammer. tapping your phone, you checked the time. 11pm — you had been out for almost 2 hours. under the time, you noticed all notifications you had missed.

4 missed calls from hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ 1 voicemail from hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ 6 messages from hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ 2 messages from seo jun-tae 🙇‍♂️

nothing from hu-min. you never deleted his number. the last time you messaged him was the day of hyun-tak's accident, wondering if he'd seen or heard from hyun-tak. he never replied.

pushing the thoughts about hu-min aside, you opened up jun-tae's messages first.

seo jun-tae 🙇‍♂️ [9:42pm]: hey, it's jun-tae! seo jun-tae 🙇‍♂️ [9:43pm]: hyun-tak was worried bc you're not answering, call me or him when you get this 😊 delivered — read at 11:03pm

you loved jun-tae — he was a recent addition to your brothers friend group. he was absolutely adorable, and had won you over with his polite and respectful nature. tapping on his contact, you hit the call button. the phone rang 6 times before it went into voicemail.

with no response from jun-tae, you decided to check your brothers messages.

hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ [9:17pm]: hey idiot hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ [9:18pm]: sorry i haven't messaged or called, just got caught up with friends hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ [9:18pm]: call me when you get this hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ [9:36pm]: hey don't purposely ignore me hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ [9:36pm]: i know for a fact you're stuck to your phone 24/7 hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ [10:59pm]: ok did something happen, call me when you get this delivered — read at 11:06pm

wow only 6 messages, that was a new record for hyun-tak. better than the time he had messaged you a single word at a time causing your inbox to inflate with 248 messages. you clicked on his contact, checking what time you had missed his calls.

hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ — 2 missed calls at 9:20pm hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ — missed call at 9:38pm hyun-takie ⛹️‍♂️ — missed call at 11:00pm

you giggled, it was just like him to call you 2 minutes after messaging because you didn't immediately answer. tapping on the voicemail, you gave it a listen.

"hey baby sis, are you okay? i'm worried that little miss glued to her phone isn't answering. anyways whenever you get this, call me back. also don't be mad, i'm at the hospital."

were you really related? your brother was a dumbass. instead of assuming you were asleep, the first thing he thinks is that something is wrong.

wait. hospital. what?

you shot up, panic flooding in. running into your room, you grabbed a small bag, shoving your phone, wallet, keys and headphones inside.

running back out to the entrance, you forced shoes onto your feet. as soon as your shoes were on, you sprinted outside to grab a taxi. the drive to the hospital felt endless. you were beyond scared, imagining all different types of scenarios.

thanking the taxi driver, you rushed inside the hospital and upon entering you heard hyun-tak's voice.

"man, you crybaby. did you cry again?"

and hu-min's voice.

"i didn't."

"si-eun, don't worry he cries all the time." — "i didn't cry, jerk."

hyun-tak sounded completely fine. speeding up a little, you reached the group of boys. seeing hyun-tak with no injuries, you wrapped your hands around him, a sense of relief washing over you. he's okay — your brother was okay.

wait, you were supposed to be angry.

pulling out of his grip, you smacked hyun-tak on the shoulder. "owww, what the hell was that for?" he whined.

"what the hell was that for!?" you said, your eyes bulging. you smacked him again.

"you're an asshole, do you know how worried i was? why on earth would you end the voicemail with 'i'm in the hospital' when you're perfectly fine! you scared me!".

you wanted to smack him more but your body betrayed you, wrapping your arms around him once more.

"i'm sorryyyy —" hyun-tak said, smiling and gently patting your head. "the voicemail ended before i could say anything else. i was going to include that i was in the hospital to see si-eun".

"i'll deal with you at home." you huffed, pulling away from him. forcing a smile, you turned around.

"hi jun-tae, long time no see!" you said to the boy who stood to the right of you, giving him a side-hug.

"hi si-eun, i hope you're okay. nothing serious right?" you asked, giving him a polite wave. si-eun wasn't much of a hugger or talker, especially with those he didn't know well. but he knew he could trust you, you were like a mini hyun-tak.

"i'm okay, just a minor accident. only a few scratches here and there" si-eun replied, smiling softly.

"i'm glad" you responded, mirroring si-eun's smile.

"hey ___". you were surprised hu-min was talking to you, considering he hadn't acknowledged what you had said to him while he was leaving.

you almost didn't want to respond to him, but feeling the eyes of your brother and his friends on you, you settled for a simple 'hi'.

you stared at hu-min in silence, waiting for him to say something. but instead juntae cleared his throat, "i'm going to drop si-eun back to his room. let's go si-eun." — "i'm gonna go with them" hyun-tak added.

they hadn't left because they weren't uncomfortable. they'd left to make you feel comfortable, to give you the privacy you needed. hyun-tak had told them about your past with hu-min, how you had been harbouring feelings for each other, both afraid to do anything about said feelings. how his accident was the tipping point for you.

watching their silhouettes disappear, you felt a hand grab your wrist. you looked up at hu-min with a confusion expression that translated to 'what are you doing?'.

holding onto you, hu-min led you outside. the cold wind hitting your face as you exited the hospital. "what do you think you're doing?" you asked him. "i need to talk to you. sit." you slowly lowered yourself onto the wooden bench.

the frosty air settled on your skin making you realise that you'd forgotten a jacket. out of the corner of your eye, you saw hu-min removing his hoodie and before you could refuse, it is in front of your face.

"i'm fine, it's fine."

"just take it, you're shivering like crazy" he exhaled, placing the zip-up over your shoulders. you, unconsciously, pulled his hoodie closer to you, feeling his lingering warmth in the fabric.

"what did you wanna talk about hu-min?" the cold weather was making you impatient causing the words coming out sharper than intended.

taking a deep breath, hu-min gathered his courage. fighting with other boys, easy. talking to the girl he likes, no thanks. he'd rather fight a 100 boys than feel the emotions he was feeling right now, ever again.

"your brother forgave me, why can't you?" he whispered. he was right. hyun-tak had forgiven hu-min — technically he had never blamed hu-min to begin with. so what about you, what was holding you back for forgiving him?

a heavy silence settled between you. "nevermind... forget i said anything, i'm sorry". hu-min was getting restless, shifting his weight from foot to foot, wondering if he'd said the wrong thing.

"no... you're right, i'm sorry hu-min." you've gotten this far, now it was time to just rip the bandaid off.

tapping the space next to you, you silently invited hu-min to come sit down. he had been standing the entire time, worried that being too close would make you uncomfortable.

"i'm not angry at you —" you spoke slowly, trying to keep your voice steady. "i mean i was angry, initially i did blame you for what happened to hyun-tak. all i could think was, had he not been friends with you, he won't have gone through what he did".

taking a deep breath, you continued explaining how during the first two months of hyun-tak's recovery you were so so angry at him and how by month four, it had become tiring.

not only did you not want to hate the boy you love, you'd realised you were incapable of it.

"soon after, hyun-tak had picked up on the fact that i wasn't speaking to you. and you know what he said to me?" you let out a quiet laugh. "don't hate hu-min too much, the guy is a bit of a dummy. just go talk to him". what you had tried so hard to hide, your brother had picked up on in seconds.

after hearing those words from your brother, you realised that the anger and resentment you had held towards hu-min for being the "cause" of hyun-tak's accident had dissipated. and the real cause was something else altogether.

"the reason i've been upset with you is something else. did you think i was angry because of what happened all this time?"

"yeah..." — "well do you get why i was actually upset?" hu-min shook his head 'no'. you were starting to believe that he did, in fact, have a 99iq.

"hu-min!" you slightly raised your voice, slapping his shoulder. "can you please explain to me why you were actually upset with me?" he asked, with the most innocent look on his face. "are you serious?" was he trying to tease you?

"i was upset because you didn't reach out to me. after i walked past you in the hospital you didn't try to contact me. not once." you sighed, taking a breath to prevent tears from welling up in your eyes.

"i felt abandoned. i thought i meant more-" hu-min pulled you into a hug before you could finish. 'i'm sorry' he repeatedly whispered, like a mantra, his voice full of regret. you pressed your lips together, trying your best to not cry, but it was too late. tears had began to slide down your face, dampening hu-min's shoulder.

"hey, you're making me look bad, why are you apologising? i'm the one who is sorry hu-min, it was wrong of me." you spoke, your voice muffled.

"ialsomayhavebeenupsetbecauseyoudidn'tfeelthesamewayaboutme" you quickly murmured under your breath, praying he hadn't caught onto what you said.

but he had. hu-min pulled back just enough so he could see you, his eyes softening at the sight of your slightly puffy eyes. "oh dear, my poor baby —" he said in a teasing tone, wiping the remnants of your tears. " ___, do you have 99iq or do i? i think we both do."

"i like you".

"i like you so much. my every waking thought is about you. hell, even my dreams are about you." you were speechless, your brain was short-circuiting. "i was worried that baek-jin would go after you so i thought the easiest and safest thing to do was to stay away. i'm sorry i should've told you."

"please say something."

without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around hu-min.

"i like you too, god we're both idiots." you laughed, with a final few tears making their appearance. hu-min hugged you tighter — "guess we are" he mumbled, laughing softly.

"c'mon lets go inside". standing up, you laced your fingers through his. "give me a minute, you head in first" he replied.

you nodded and made your way towards the hospital entrance. realising there was one important thing you forgot to tell him, you turned back around.

"hey baku" you yelled with a grin on your face, "you know you're not alone right, you have me, hyun-tak, jun-tae, and si-eun. try not to hold the burden all on your own, i don't want my future boyfriend to get squashed. now hurry up and come inside".

hu-min hadn't realised how much he yearned to hear that nickname from you. and for the first time in a while, hu-min smiled. not a polite one to show everyone he was okay when he wasn't, but a genuine one.

turning back around, you headed inside. you felt happy, happier than you have been in the past year. even though there was still the whole union mess to clean up and even though you technically weren't dating yet, you were happy. you didn't mind waiting for hu-min for a little while, not when he had waited for you.

for @bloodysxxl who wanted a second part 🫶

and as always lmk your thoughts!! :)

[hyunjincanraptoo]

Dress is karma, perfume regret- L.MH

Requested by my baby @skzaddictsincedebut. It was supposed to be a Hyunjin fic but as we talked, turned to be a Minho fic hehe I hope you like it, baby 💜

Pairing: non idol!Hyunjin x non idol!Minho x reader

Word count: 6.7k

Warnings: multiple sex scenes, sex in a public place, dom!Hyunjin, rebound relationship, Minho is a bit possessive in a few moments 

Alexa, play Attention by Charlie Puth

Hyunjin told you he was over her.

He said it like it didn’t matter anymore, like the sentence itself had been chewed over and over until the taste was gone.

 “She’s gone”, he whispered once, not to reassure you, but himself. His eyes were hollow, red at the rims. You could smell the cigarettes on his hoodie, and somewhere beneath that, the truth he carried like a secret he never meant to reveal.

You nodded, letting him believe it— letting yourself believe it too. Because you needed to.

There were no dates, no titles, just dark rooms, late hours, mouths colliding in desperation. He kissed you like he didn’t want to remember someone else but never like he wanted to remember you either.

Still, you stayed— always.

When he touched you, it felt like you weren’t just a rebound. It felt like maybe you were helping him heal. Like maybe, if you were soft enough, patient enough, he’d fall for you by accident.

He said he stopped going to parties for you, that things with you were “getting serious”.

You never questioned the glitter on his sleeves, the smudged lip gloss you didn’t wear. You ignored the 2 a.m. messages lighting up his phone, the perfume that didn’t belong to you when he swore he just went to grab a drink with friends.

He’d say, “You’re the only one I see”, and you’d bite your tongue until it bled. Because if you asked questions, he might leave. And he was all you had left.

But it was always about her. Always her.

“Do you think she still goes out with Mingi?” 

 “I heard she changed her number. What kind of person just… disappears?”

“Her friend posted a picture. I swear that’s her jacket”

Even though it hurt you, you just brushed it off, changed the subject, memorized her name like a hymn you didn’t believe in.

And still, you stayed. Love, you told yourself, could grow in ruins.

Until one night, your body gave out—- feverish, you could barely stand. Your hands shook as you typed the message.

You [6:18pm]: I feel really sick. Can you come over?

He didn’t reply. But you saw the stories— Hyunjin on a rooftop with Felix and Jeongin. A drink in one hand, a wide smile on his face like nothing else mattered— like you didn’t matter. That’s when something in you broke. 

The next morning, still burning with fever and humiliation, you sent one final message:

You [8:03 am] : Do you really love me, like you say you do?

You looked at your phone for hours. The screen stayed dark—  your heart, even darker.

And then, hours later, he finally answered:

Hyun💜 [10:36pm] : I’m trying

Not yes, not no, not I’m sorry— trying. Like love was homework, like you were a task he never planned to finish.

You blocked him, deleted the messages, the playlists. Sat on your bathroom floor and sobbed like your ribs were cracking open.

But your heart didn’t get the memo— it kept beating like he might still come back.

✧˖*°࿐

A week passed, then ten days. Still, you didn’t cry. Not because it didn’t hurt but because you were too hollow to do so. You saw Hyunjin in places that didn’t make sense— the detergent aisle, the back of a taxi, the doorway of Jisung’s apartment when he opened it with open arms and didn’t ask questions.

Then, late one night, there was a knock on your door— Hyunjin.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just stood there, wet from the rain, eyeliner smudged under his eyes. You almost didn’t let him in, but you did— of course you did. Because love is stupid like that.

He said all the things you used to beg to hear: “I miss you. I don’t want anyone else, I’m ready this time. Please let me prove it”.

You shouldn’t have believed him. You wanted to tell him to leave you alone— you should’ve. But when love has been starvation, even crumbs can feel like a feast.

So you kissed him— let him stay the night. Let him into your bed, into your heart, even without knowing if he still deserved to be there.

At first, he was different— he brought you flowers, called you instead of texting, told you he hadn’t been with anyone since, said your absence felt like a hole in his ribs.

And for a while, you believed it. Until the nights got longer again, the silences asphyxiating,  the lies messier.

He still stayed out late, ignored your messages, still talked about her. And one night, finally, it broke.

It started small, you asked where he’d been. He flinched, didn’t answer. 

You asked again, voice quieter this time, terrified of the answer. That’s when he snapped

“What, you don’t trust me now?! God, you’re always checking me like I’m some fucking criminal”

Your jaw tensed, “What do you expect? You keep lying to me”

“Oh, right!”, he scoffed, “Because you know everything, huh? Always so perfect, so patient, acting like some damn martyr just because you put up with me!”

Your throat closed, but you didn’t look away, “I’ve loved you through everything! Through every time you left me guessing, every time you swore you were over her and then said her name in your sleep!”

His mouth twisted, “Don’t bring her up!”

“Why not?”, you snapped, voice breaking, “She’s always here, Hyunjin! In every silence, in every night you come home tasting like someone else!”

“That’s not fair, Yn”

“Neither is giving everything to someone who only half shows up, Hyunjin”

He stepped back like you slapped him, “You think I wanted to feel like this, huh? Like I’m never enough for anyone? You think I enjoy being this messed up?”

You blinked fast,  “Then why make me proof of it? Why break me just to prove you’re still broken?”

His chest heaved, “I didn’t ask you to fall for me”

You paused, then said it.

“It’s not like you will ever let me”

The silence grew thicker between you.

His voice came lower, colder, “Maybe we should stop this. Before we ruin each other”

“No”, you whispered, holding back the tears, “You already ruined me, Hyunjin”

Your legs gave out right there in the hallway. You slid down the wall like your bones had turned to water, arms curling around yourself as your vision blurred. Your breath came in short, panicked gasps.

But he didn’t move— didn’t kneel, didn’t touch you. Just stood there, like watching you fall apart was easier than catching you.

That night, you left. No more words or apologies. Just an emptiness that lingered.

✧˖*°࿐

You cried for three days.

Not all at once, grief isn't so merciful. It came in fragments, like tiny glass pieces you found all over the house.

The first time was in Han’s apartment, where you’d been crashing on his couch. He handed you a grilled cheese sandwich with a post it that said "cheese heals" and you laughed so hard you started crying. He didn't flinch, just sat down beside you and offered a paper towel.

The second time, you found Hyunjin’s hoodie in your dirty laundry. You held it to your face, breathed in the scent of him, and then cried so hard your body ached for hours after.

The third was the softest, barely a sound. You just looked at yourself in the mirror, red eyed and hollow, and whispered, “I can’t do this anymore”. Then you didn’t leave the bed for a day and a half.

Han never pushed, he just kept showing up. With soup, dumb jokes, the Netflix password he stole from Chan. And when he caught you trying to rewatch old videos of Hyunjin, he gently closed your laptop and said, “Okay. You can cry now, we’ll figure out what to do with the sadness later”

You never figured it out. But eventually the weight shifted anyway.

✧˖*°࿐

Days passed in a blur. You still flinched at notifications, still woke up thinking it was Hyunjin at the door.

But then one night, two weeks later, Jisung dragged you to a gig at a small venue, where Jeongin’s band was playing, to "touch some grass." You still wore your sadness like a winter coat— long sleeves, collar up to hide the bruising underneath.

Jeongin was there looking like chaos in eyeliner and cut sleeves, scolding the tech guy about the lighting. You were just trying not to run into someone acquainted when a voice cut through the noise.

“Hey”, someone said, “You’re Han’s best friend, aren’t you?”

You turned.

Minho. Han already talked about him— slim, not very tall, with soft glowing black hair, and a flawless face

“Didn’t expect you to survive this long around his sense of humor. The guy’s like a washed up comedian with no jokes left”

You blinked, caught off guard.

“You’re Minho, right? The one from the band”

“The one and only”, he extended a hand mocking formality, “Lee Minho. Chaos incarnate, occasional guitarist, permanent menace”

For your own surprise— you laughed. It caught in your throat, unusual, but it was real. He tilted his head at you, amused.

“See?”, he said, eyes glinting, “Told Han I’d get a laugh out of you before the night ended”

You let out a weak laugh, “Guess "I haven’t exactly been a fountain of joy lately”

His smile didn’t falter, “Everyone’s been there. Some of us just silence it with louder lies”

 “You don’t have to tell me what happened”, he said, “But I hope it didn’t make you feel small”

You looked at him and maybe that was the first time in a while you felt seen.

That night, you talked. Just a little, enough to make you feel noticed.

Minho didn’t ask about Hyunjin, didn’t make you feel like your sadness needed to be hidden. And for the first time in forever— you fell asleep without replaying every terrible thing Hyunjin ever said or done.

You started seeing Minho more. Not dating, not quite. But he’d walk you home after shows, show up with bubble tea before you even asked. Brush your hair out of your eyes like it wasn’t a big deal.

And maybe it wasn’t. But to you, it felt like life was worth living again.

✧˖*°࿐

Minho didn’t try to fix you. He wasn’t soft about it, either. He was teasing, annoying, an expert at breaking your walls down one joke at a time. When you sulked in the corner, he threw popcorn at you. When you frowned too long, he told you your “resting heartbreak face” made Seonghwa— the bassist— cry.

He didn’t hold your sadness, but he didn’t ignore it either. He just existed beside it like someone unafraid of walking through your storm without an umbrella.

And over time, your laugh stopped sounding forced. You started choosing the clothes you liked again, picking your own coffee instead of Hyunjin’s order, listening to your own songs in the car. It stopped feeling like you were the victim and started feeling like you were the protagonist of your own story— finally taking the lead in the life you’d been living on pause.

You realized that on a soft afternoon. You were leaning against Minho’s car outside the venue with a melting cup of ice cream in one hand. He said something dumb and you shoved him playfully, making the cup tilt dangerously close to his shirt. He retaliated by stealing a bite and making a dramatic sound

“You’re such a menace”, you said, grinning.

He grinned back, lazily, “Takes one to know one”

Suddenly, he paused.

“You’ve got… wait”, he pointed, reaching up with the back of his knuckle, “Ice cream. Right there”

You blinked. His fingers brushed the corner of your mouth— too slow to be innocent, too warm to be friendly.

“Sloppy”, he murmured, thumb ghosting your bottom lip 

Your breath caught. He must’ve felt it, because he didn’t pull his hand back. Not right away.

Instead, his gaze dropped— mouth to eyes, eyes to mouth. Like a question, like a maybe.

You nodded. 

Minho kissed you carefully, like the first note of a song he didn’t quite know how to play. At first, you hesitated— caught between doubt and memory— but when you kissed him back with certainty, that was all he needed.

His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer until your ice cream cup was squished somewhere between you, completely forgotten. You cupped his jaw, fingers tracing the line over his jaw, catching on the rough patch that hadn’t been shaved. It wasn’t fireworks or crashing waves— it was the kind of kiss that made you feel quiet inside.

Like nothing else was asking to be heard.

When you pulled back, your forehead rested against his. Both of you breathless, neither of you saying what it meant.

But you genuinely smiled for the first time in weeks.

And across the street, unseen in the shadows— Hyunjin stood frozen.

You were laughing, you were kissing someone else.

And for the first time, Hyunjin tasted the bitterness of a goodbye he didn’t get to say.

✧˖*°࿐

It had been hours since the kiss, and the quiet between you and Minho still felt tender.

You sat on the hood of his car, legs stretched out beside his, empty ice cream cups forgotten between you. Minho leaned back on his palms, facing the stars. He wasn’t looking at you, but he was thinking about you. You could feel it in the silence.

“Wanna talk about it?”, he asked eventually.

You glanced sideways, “The kiss?”

He smirked, a breath of a laugh escaping,  “No, but now I kinda want to”

You nudged his knee with yours, hiding your smile, “What, then?”

He flicked a glance at you, “Hyunjin. I saw you freeze when I leaned in, like you remembered him”

Your breath caught, just for a second

 “I did”, you admitted, “But not in the way you think”

“Then tell me”

You picked at a tear in your jeans, “I used to think that if I moved on, it would mean I forgave everything. But when you kissed me, it wasn’t about forgetting him. It was about…”, you paused, “Letting myself want something else. Something better”

Minho turned to you fully, touching your ankle lightly with his fingers

“I’m not trying to fix anything”, he said, “I just like being the person who makes you laugh again… and kiss occasionally”

“You’re more than that”, you murmured.

The words lingered between you, dangerous. Then Minho cleared his throat,  “Okay, before I combust, let’s talk about something stupid and distracting. Like what you’re wearing to Jeongin’s party this weekend?”

You blinked, “Jeongin’s birthday is this weekend?!”

“Saturday. Whole band’s going. Han said you might not show”

“Yeah”, you said honestly, “Didn’t want to deal with Hyunjin acting like some post breakup martyr”

Minho scoffed, “You mean his ‘I suddenly want to change and be a better man’ performance act II ?”

“Exactly that one”

You paused for a few seconds, then your lips curled in a wicked smile,  “What if I do go?”

Minho raised a brow, “What changed?”

You looked over at him with something devilish in your eyes, “What if I show up like I don’t remember how much he hurt me? Like he’s not even worth the pain. What if I make him feel like a leftover?” 

Minho’s gaze sharpened.

You sat up straighter,  “What if I wear something unforgivably hot? Like a revenge dress. You know the kind”

His jaw tensed but you kept going

“Red, short, backless. Or maybe something black, silk, sinful. Something that screams I’m not yours anymore”

Minho exhaled through his nose, “You’re enjoying this a little too much”

“You said to distract you!”

“I didn’t mean with fantasies that’ll make me want to lock you in a closet for my sanity's sake”

You laughed, “What? Are you jealous?”

He met your gaze then, quiet and piercing, “Yes”

It came out light, but your breath caught anyway

“But I’ll help”, he added, and his voice got rougher, “If this is what you need to do to get over him, then I’ll be the one zipping you into that stupid dress”

“You’re not scared I’ll like the attention?”, you teased

“I’m scared I’ll like it too much”, Minho said, “That I’ll forget it’s not about me”

He looked away, cleary bothered

You slid off the hood and stood in front of him, “Maybe… it’s not only about Hyunjin”

Minho looked at you like he wanted to believe it. Like the words touched a place he didn’t realize was sore.

“I’ll pick you up at eight”, he said finally, standing tall in front of you, “But if anyone touches you, I’m throwing hands. Even if it’s Jeongin. It’s his birthday, not a free pass”

You laughed, “That’s fine by me… Thanks, Minho”

He didn’t say you’re welcome. He just nodded once, and reached out like he might tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, then thought better of it. But the gesture lingered— like the memory of his kiss, like something still waiting to bloom.

✧˖*°࿐

The zipper stuck halfway up your spine. You stood in front of the mirror, arms twisted, fingertips slipping on the silk as it clung to you like steam on a mirror when Minho’s voice cut through the room

“Let me”

You stepped aside without saying a word. Minho stepped closer, his fingers brushing the base of your spine— warm and cautiously. He didn’t speak, didn’t rush, just followed the curve of your back with care, dragging the zipper upward like he was sealing some type of relic. 

You looked like sin in that dress— black silk, sleeveless, shoulders bare, the fabric hugging your ribs and waist. The fabric slid down your thighs, revealing a glimpse of skin through the high side slit— just enough to tease, like a secret begging to be spilled.

It was not just a dress— it was a blade. And Minho felt every inch of its cut.

You caught his gaze in the mirror— fixed on you, dark and unreadable. His jaw flexed, lips pressed tight, Adam’s apple bobbed once as he swallowed.

“You look like a threat”, he murmured, voice rough.

You tilted your head slightly, “That bad?”

“That good”

But his words were tight like they hurt to say.

You turned to face him, your hand rising slowly, fingers brushing his collar, smoothing down his chest. Just enough for him to feel the heat beneath his shirt.

“You hate this”, you said, soft as velvet.

He didn’t answer— he didn't need to.

“You hate that I’m wearing this for a room Hyunjin will be in”

Your gaze lingered on him. On the way his fingers twitched at his sides, how his jaw tensed as if grinding down the urge to scream.

You leaned in, so close your breath brushed his neck, “Do you want to hate me a little more… or forget he exists for a minute?”

His brow lifted in confusion as you dropped to your knees.

The air left his lungs, “What are you…”

“Shh”, you said with your fingers already on his belt.

He didn’t move, just watched, locked in place, pupils blown wide as you unbuckled him. You pushed his pants down enough, shifted the fabric aside, and found him already half hard. 

You stroked him slowly, with purpose, like he was something to be adored, not undone. You kissed the head softly. Then again, tongue flicking just enough to make his hips twitch forward.

He groaned— low and gutural, a sound pulled from somewhere deep.

“You’re not helping me forget”, he choked out, one hand cradling your jaw.

You looked up, lips still barely wrapped around him, “No?”

“You’re making it worse”

But his hand tightened on your jaw. Not pushing or  guiding— asking, needing.

You hummed around him, taking more of his length, letting your throat stretch and burn as he slipped deeper, inch by inch. He cursed under his breath, completely broken, as you kept going until he was buried deep and your eyes filled with tears.

His other hand found your hair, just to hold— to ground himself.

You felt him tremble as you worked him cruelly— lips slick, tongue precise, hands unstoppable. You felt the moment his self control snapped— the way his breath hitched, the curse choked back, the way his hips stuttered forward once, then twice. He didn’t last much longer.

And when his orgasm hitted, you swallowed everything.

As you stood up again, you swiped your mouth with the back of your hand, eyes locked on his, lips curved into something wicked.

He grabbed you with both hands, yanked you in and kissed you like he was trying to brand you with his mouth. His palms found your waist, your back, your ass— squeezing, grounding himself in your body, even as the fabric slipped beneath his grip.

“I still hate that you’re wearing it”, he growled against your mouth.

“I know”

“But if you’re going to walk into that party looking like vengeance…”, his eyes narrowing, “Then remember who had you on your knees first, Diana”

“I’ll be thinking of you the whole time”

And he believed in it. Because he had to.

Because the taste of you was still on his tongue and he was terrified of you coming back from that party tasting like someone else’s lips 

✧˖*°࿐

The room hushed when you walked in.

Even with the music pounding— there was a shift. You felt it. Hyunjin saw you almost instantly.

He was across the room, his drink halfway to his lips, laughing at something Felix said. But his laugh died because you looked like revenge in heels.

You didn’t even glance at him. You walked past, slowly with Minho beside you, smirking like a villain. You let Felix eat you with his eyes too and smiled just enough to make Hyunjin’s blood boil.

And then, clearly enjoying the chaos, Minho leaned in.

“Everyone’s staring”, he said, voice low in your ear, “Should we give them something to talk about?”

You hummed, “Let’s do it, pretty boy”

He took your hand, tugged you to the middle of the dance floor, and pulled you flush against him— his palm flat on your back, his other hand gripping your hip like he’d done it a thousand times before.

The music was bass heavy and loud.

“You’ve been going ‘round, going ‘round, going ‘round every party in L.A

Cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I’d be at one”

You moved with him like your bodies already knew each other. Pressed your chest to his, let your hands tangle behind his neck. You smiled up at him, letting him see all of it— your recklessness, your want, your hunger.

And Minho, smirking, leaned down and kissed you.

It was slow at first, a soft claim in the middle of the crowd.

Then your fingers tightened in his hair, and he tilted his head to deepen it— tongue slick against yours, a groan low in his throat. The bass thrummed through your bones, but it was nothing compared to the heat curling in your stomach.

“I know the dress is karma, perfume regret

You got me thinking ‘bout when you were mine”

From across the room, Hyunjin was losing his mind. You felt it— the way his jaw clenched, the way his body shifted forward like a storm gathering speed.

By the time he reached you, you pulled back from Minho, just enough to look at him. But Hyunjin didn’t say a word, just grabbed your wrist and tugged— hard, possessive.

Minho’s brow arched, calm but defiant, “Jeongin invited both of us, man! Chill”

“I’m not yours anymore, Hyunjin”, you added 

He ignored you both. He just dragged you down the hall, up the stairs, and into a dark, empty corridor. Your back hit the wall as his mouth hovered near yours— not touching, just shaking with control.

“Is that what you’re doing now?”, he breathed, “Grinding on random guys in front of me?”

“You told me we shouldn’t do this anymore”, you whispered, trailing a finger down his chest, “So I stopped”

His eyes darkened, “You’re punishing me, Yn”

You smirked, “Was it working?”

He grabbed your waist, pulling you against him, letting you feel how hard he already was. 

Your voice was a whisper, “Looks like it”

He didn’t answer, instead, he kissed you—rough, desperate. His hand slid down your back and under your dress, finding bare skin. No panties. He growled into your mouth.

“You came out like this?”, he asked, fingers teasing the slick between your thighs, “No fucking underwear?”

You bit his bottom lip, “Didn’t think I’d need them”

“You’re unbelievable”

“And you’re the one who let me go”

He placed his thigh between yours, grinding you against it while his fingers dragged slow and wet through your folds.

“This”, he growled, “is mine”

“Not anymore”

He slipped two fingers inside you then, just to prove a point. Your knees buckled. You moaned into his neck, nails digging into his shoulders.

He moved excruciatingly slow, curling his fingers inside you, pressing his palm to your clit while his mouth trailed kisses down your neck.

“Say it”, he murmured.

“Say what?”, you gasped, rocking against his hand.

“That you missed this. That you missed me”

You shook your head, teasing even more, “Why should I? You watched me leave”

He pulled his fingers out, sucked them with a moan, then turned you around, bending you forward against the hallway wall. His cock dragged over your folds, flushed and hot through his clothes.

“You’re going to beg for me, pretty girl”, he whispered, voice like poison, “And when I fuck you right here, you’ll remember exactly who you belonged to”

You looked back over your shoulder, lips parted, dark eyes shining.

“Let’s see that”

You felt his hands burning your hips, the heat of his cock dragging through your folds, the weight of him behind you.

The hallway wasn’t private, anyone could walk in, anyone could hear. That was the point— letting everyone know you were still his.

Hyunjin didn’t even unzip fully. He just tugged his pants low enough to free himself and lined up, one hand bracing the wall beside your head while the other slid between your thighs again, teasing.

“You’re soaked”, he murmured, dragging his tip through them, “Dripping. Is that all for me, babygirl?”

You gasped, hips twitching back, “N-no, it’s for Min…”

He didn’t give you the chance to finish, he just slipped in with one thrust, and everything in you clenched. You moaned his name so loud you had to bite your own arm to muffle it.

He didn’t give you time to adjust, he didn’t want patience— he wanted possession.

Each thrust was brutal, paced to punish. The slap of skin on skin echoed down the hallway with each sharp snap of his hips. You arched, hands flat against the wall, feeling every inch of him stretch you, fill you, ruin you once again.

“This what you wanted?”, he rasped against your ear, “Me fucking you where anyone could walk by? Where your new boyfriend could walk by, huh?”

Your lips parted, eyes rolling back, “Y- you wish”

His hand snaked around to your front body again, thumb pressing tight circles on your clit in time with his thrusts, “Bullshit. Let them hear how much you still need me”

Your moans turned uncontrollable, broken, needy. Every part of you was on fire, your thighs shaking, your stomach so tight you could barely breathe.

Hyunjin groaned, forehead against your shoulder, “You feel so fucking good. Fuck… I missed you”

When your orgasm hitted, it hit hard. You came around him with a cry, your body spasming, stars bursting behind your eyes. Hyunjin kept fucking you through it, chasing his own high, until his hips stuttered and he growled your name into your shoulder, spilling inside you in thick, pulsing waves.

You kept in silence, just panting. Just feeling him pressed to your back, cock still inside you, both of you ruined. When suddenly…

A voice called out, “Hyung?” 

You froze. He froze.

“Yo, hyung… you out here? Someone said you ran off looking crazy”

You looked around and there, at the end of the hallway, stood Felix, blinking, stunned, holding a slice of cake on a plate.

He paused, scanning the scene— your disheveled hair, pulled up dress, Hyunjin still panting and buried inside you.

Felix slowly nodded, “I’ll, uh…”, he raised the plate, “I’ll just leave this here. It’s red velvet”

He set the plate on the floor and backed away, mumbling, “Y’all are nasty. Get a fucking room”. 

You burst out laughing as Hyunjin groaned into your neck, “I’m going to kill him”

Still catching your breath, you both sat on the floor like kids who had misbehaved. Your lipstick was still smudged, your legs were still trembling, and his hand was still under your dress.

Hyunjin panted quietly beside you. The hallway buzzed with the echo of what just happened, and neither of you spoke.

Until he reached out and pulled the slice of cake.

 “Aftercare?”

You rolled your eyes, but leaned in. He held up a plastic fork but you bit it directly from his fingers, obscenely licking the frosting with purpose.

“God”, he muttered, watching your mouth, “You’re going to be the death of me, Yn”

You shrugged, “Then die right”

The silence lingered, heavy 

“Can I ask something?”, he said suddenly, quieter 

You nodded.

“Did you ever actually believe me? When I said I was trying?”

You tilted your head, “I wanted to”

“But you didn’t”

“No”, you said honestly, “I just hoped trying would eventually become truth”

That broke something in his face— guilt. He looked down.

“I never deserved you”

“You still don’t”, you said, lifting his chin.

He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were softer.

“I want to try again”, he said, “For real this time. No lies, just us”

You stared at him like you were inspecting his soul. Then, grabbed the cake and smashed it into his chest, making him gasp.

The red batter slid down his designer shirt like justice served sweet.

You grinned.

 “You don’t get to have me just because you finally want me”, you said, standing up and straightening your dress, fixing your lipstick in the glass of a photo frame.

 “And Hyunjin… Minho’s not a rebound.You’re the reason I needed to start over”

His jaw clenched, eyes desperate. “Yn… don’t do this”

He touched your face so gentle, like he was afraid of breaking you

“Please,” he whispered. “Don’t go back to him”

You looked at him— his eyes were red, lips swollen, hair a mess. He looked like everything you ever loved and everything you couldn’t survive loving again.

“You think this means anything?”, you asked, tilting your head, “You think a few minutes against a hallway wall undo everything you broke?”

He stepped closer, voice raw, “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. I was stupid, and scared, and I thought…”

“You thought I’d wait”

“When… when I saw you with him for the first time”, he said, “I knew I screwed up. I knew that… deep down, I always loved you”

“And that’s your burden to carry”, you replied.

Then, slowly, gracefully, you turned around to walk away. He followed a step, then stopped when you looked past your bare shoulder. You smiled, just barely, and kept walking.

And Hyunjin? He stayed behind— right where the past belonged

You descended the stairs slowly, like the whole room was watching again.

Minho was by the drinks, one brow raised, casual as ever.

“You good?”, he asked, handing you a slice of cake

You took a bite.

“Delicious”, you said, licking a bit of frosting from your lip.

His gaze dropped to your mouth, “You get what you needed?”

You nodded, letting your hand settle on his chest, “I did”

Minho chuckled, shaking his head, “Remind me to never get on your bad side”

You pointed your plastic fork to him

“Don’t give me a reason”

He laughed, then you ate cake together

✧˖*°࿐

The party faded behind you both as Minho helped you to get into his car. The engine hummed softly beneath the weight of the tension between you. His fingers brushed against your skin as he adjusted the seatbelt for you, and the moment lingered longer than necessary.

"Come on, let's get you home", he said, his voice low, almost intimate. The streetlights outside flickered as he drove, the air thick with unspoken words.

You didn’t say much on the drive, your mind still tangled in the remnants of what happened with Hyunjin. But Minho didn’t push you to talk, he knew better than that. He could tell, just by the way you shifted in your seat, that you were unraveling. That whatever you had with Hyunjin was done, even though the weight of it lingered.

You didn’t expect him to follow you in when you unlocked your front door, but he did— silently, like his feet knew the way without permission.

Minho stood by the window, looking out with arms crossed. He didn’t take off his jacket. You leaned on the kitchen counter, unsure of what to do or say.

And then, without turning around, he said it, “I heard you”

Your heart stopped.

“I wasn’t trying to” he added softly, “Wasn’t listening. Just… you were quite loud”

You let out a shaky breath, “Minho…”

“It’s fine. I’m not your boyfriend”

You walked over, stood beside him, “No, it’s not fine”

He looked at you then. Not angry, just… guarded. Eyes searching yours like he didn’t know what he was hoping to find.

“Did it mean anything?”, he asked, voice low, “You screaming his name like that”

Your cheeks burned, not from shame— from knowing that he heard it in the first place.

You shook your head, “Not in the way you think”

He waited in silence for you to continue

“It wasn’t about wanting him back,  you finally said, “It was about showing him what he lost. What he’ll never get again”

Minho’s brow creased just slightly, “So it was revenge”

“Closure”, you corrected, “Closure that just happened to look messy”

He looked away again, lips twitching in something like frustration

You moved closer, “Look, I don’t expect you to understand…”

“I do”, he said quickly, “That’s the problem”

You blinked in surprise

“I get it”, he continued, “He hurt you. Left you like you were disposable and then he sees you again and suddenly realizes you’re not. That you never were”

He sighed through his nose, “But I hate that he still got a piece of you anyway”

You didn’t respond right away. You reached out, gently took his hand on yours

“That part of me… the one that loved him… it’s gone, Minho. You don’t have to compete with something that is dead”

His fingers curled around yours tightly, “Then why does it still feel like he’s in the room?”

You leaned in, rested your forehead against his.

“Because closure can be loud”, you whispered, “But love is quiet. And I’m here, with you”

Minho exhaled like he’d been holding that breath all night. His other hand came to your waist, grounding himself in your warmth.

“Stay with me tonight”, you said softly.

He nodded, “I was never planning to leave”

His hand cupped your chin gently, “I’m not gonna leave you like he did”, Minho murmured "I’m going to take care of you”

You didn’t answer, just leaned in and kissed him.

His kiss was nothing like Hyunjin’s. There was no rush, no fury, no desperation to claim— there was steadiness. His lips were soft but certain like he’d already decided this was happening, and he knew you’d say yes.

And fuck, you did.

Minho’s fingers curled around your waist as he pulled you closer, his other hand rising to pull you closer from the back of your head. You melted into him, exhaling into his mouth as his thumb swept across your cheek.

He followed you to the bedroom— hands in your hair, mouth on your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. It wasn’t about anger, it wasn’t about proof, it was about the way your body melted into his without trying.

He undressed you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, as if memorizing every inch of you. His hands were gentle, almost reverent, as he pulled your dress over your head, and the way he looked at you made your heart race— gentle, intense, and completely focused on you.

He took his time, touching, kissing, exploring every curve of your body, and you felt the remnants of Hyunjin’s touch fade away, replaced with something tender, something that made you feel whole again.

"You deserve to feel safe”, Minho murmured against your skin, "And I’m here to make sure you do”

When he laid you down, he kissed your knee, your inner thigh, your stomach, respecting your time, letting you breath

“You’re not his anymore’’,  he whispered 

“Minho…”, you whispered back.

He pressed his mouth between your thighs with a tenderness that burned. His tongue moved with precision, not chasing your reaction, but pulling it from you— earning it.

You gasped, fingers threading into his hair, hips jerking when he flattened his tongue and dragged it up softly like silk slipping over skin. The sound he made in response— low, guttural— vibrated against you, pulling a whimper from your throat.

Minho moaned when you trembled, like your pleasure was his pleasure too. He held you steady with strong hands on your hips, thumbs stroking circles into your skin as if to calm the building tension.

You came with a loud cry, legs twitching around his shoulders, back arching from the bed— it didn’t stop him. He guided you through it, licking you through every tremble, kissing your inner thighs in reverence, like you were fragile.

And when your boy collided on the bed, he kissed a path up your stomach until you could feel his breath ghosting over your lips. He whispered soft things against your skin,too quiet to catch in full but enough to make your heart stutter.

He finally undressed— fingers slowly unfastening buttons, pushing his pants down mindfully. Exposing not just skin, but the depth of everything he’d been holding back.

His hands were warm when they touched you again, sliding over your thighs, your sides, up to your breasts. And when he entered you, he did it slowly, like it meant more than just physical intimacy. Like he belonged there, each inch asking if he could, each one answering that he already did. His hips rolled forward, deep and unhurried, burying himself in you with a groan that sounded more like relief.

Your breath caught, arms tightening around him as he whispered it in your ear, possessive, “You feel that?”

He thrusted so deep  that it made you gasp, “That’s me. Not him”

You nodded, tears escaping your eyes, your chest aching. You dug your nails into his back, mouth finding his like you needed it to survive. The kiss turned desperate— not rushed, but heavy, like it carried too much. Like it had waited too long.

Minho moved in a slow, grounding rhythm. With presence, chasing another climax from you with nothing but devotion.

You came again with a moan so soft that didn’t sound like yours, face buried in his neck, your whole body ruined and shaking. He held you close through it, letting you tremble in his arms, murmuring your name again and again like it was sacred.

And then he followed, hips stuttering as he pulled out just in time, spilling hot and thick across your belly with a broken sound that melted against your shoulder.

And when it was over, he didn’t leave. He stayed right there— skin to skin, chest to chest, legs tangled. His thumb brushed your cheek, his lips found your temple. 

"You’re mine”, he whispered.

And you didn’t question.

Because Hyunjin broke you, but Minho... Minho was the rebuild.

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