#Kevin moon Drabble

[sanaxo-o]

We can’t be friends (Kevin Moon)

Warnings/genre: ah well lovers to strangers, misunderstandings, angst, hurt comfort at the end ig? Not proofread so let me know if there should be any corrections. Plz let me know if more warnings or anything should be here.

Word count: 1,340

Sana: I am back (only for a while lmao) and I present you my first ever Kevin Moon fic which I am slightly proud about. I had to write on we can’t be friends because yes. Like the song is just so SHSHSHDJD it’d be a crime if I did not do anything considering I am known (I like to believe that) for my fics which are inspired by songs. My all time favourite beta reader izzy is not available so no proofread because yas 👏. And a huge thanks to @mosviqu bar for making the banner despite it getting on her nerves. Love you loads mwah.

Tagging: @mosviqu @kimsohn @cloverdaisies

@o-onikix @quaissants @deoboyznet

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Date: March 30th 2024

Sitting in the corner of the room you stare at all the people mingling with each other, laughing and giggling as if everything is normal and going oh so well in their lives when in fact it’s crumbling apart.

Taking a sip of the beer which was almost over you look around the room once again when your eyes meet his, staring at you from across the room.

You could feel your heart beating again, the way it started beating loudly made you scared, not because you feared him but because you feared yourself.

You swore to yourself that you had moved on from him. After everything you both went through, you thought it’s better if you stayed just as friends but you yourself knew that you both cannot be friends.

Every passing second of the day made you loathe him more, not because he was your ex but because he just decided to give up on your relationship just like that when you decided it was the end.

Keeping the can of bear on the nearest table you found you grabbed your coat and walked away from there. Not being able to sit there and act as if everything was alright when it in fact was not. You knew it was not, he knew it was not.

Date: March 20th 2024

Sitting on the bed you hold the necklace in your hand as you take in a deep breath. You hated arguing with him, in fact you hated when you would snap at each other simply because you both would bottle up your feelings.

The countless misunderstandings you both went through meant nothing at this point when your whole relationship is tearing apart like this.

“What’s the point?” You hear Kevin mumble briefly as he sits up from his lying position and places his head in his hands.

You could feel your heart breaking when you heard his voice for the first time ever since the argument you both had in the living.

You muster up the courage and strength to speak as you let out the words which were oh so irritating for someone in his shoes because of the obliviousness “What do you mean?”

You close your eyes when you hear Kevin let out a scoff, “You know what I mean, this is not working out. Whatever we have going on, none of it is working out. We can pretend that it’s all fine but deep down you know nothing is. Let’s stop wasting each other's time and just..end it.” Kevin says that as he stands up from the bed and grabs his coat to walk out of the room.

“Can we still be friends?” You ask him, halting in his steps Kevin turns around and lets out a small sigh when he sees your expectant eyes which were now filled with tears threatening to fall down and roll down your cheeks.

“We can’t be friends..” he says as he leaves the room and slams the door of your house shut.

You sit there in silence as you look around the room, on this very bed you celebrated your 20th birthday with him.

“We can’t be friends, but I’d just like to pretend…” you mumble to yourself as you bring your legs to your chest and let your tears fall down.

Date: March 30th 2024

Time: 12:47 PM

Walking down the street you hug yourself closer as you look up at the sky, it was empty which made you smile but it had no feelings.

You stop walking when you hear footsteps behind you, turning your head you could feel your face stiffening when you see Kevin running in your direction.

“Are you going back home?” He says once he is in front of you. Giving him a single nod you start walking again, not being able to stare at him for another second.

Walking in silence you stare at the ground while kicking the stones on the sidewalk. Taking in a deep breath you look up at Kevin who was walking beside you.

In his words he just wanted to make sure you reached home safely. Hence, the reason he decided to accompany you.

“Do you regret it?” You ask suddenly. You notice Kevin stopping in his tracks for a moment only to walk again as he tries to act nonchalant.

“Regret what?” He asks softly as he looks down at you, his eyes looking like daydreams. You still remember how you always felt seen and heard at night.

For you night is when you can finally be yourself, you don’t have to hide yourself anymore.

“Us breaking up…”

Letting out a deep breath Kevin looks at you with a small smile as he holds your hand guides you towards the end of the footpath to sit down on the ground.

“We needed to put an end to our story Y/N…I did not want to continue feeding on the monstrous fire which was increasing day by day. It’s difficult, yeah…but that’s the best for us.” He says softly as he holds your hands in hid for comfort.

“It’s hard. Really hard. I don’t know how you’re acting all fine..” you tell him as you pull your hand away from him.

“I am not fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I tell myself countless times to just wait for you to come back but then I was the one who broke up with you. I wish we could still be friends but I cannot get myself to do it. I cannot pretend to be your friend when I know I want more than that.” He says as he lets out a small sob.

“I can wait for you. I can wait for your love, I can do that..” you say as you try to stop yourself from crying over this again.

Shaking his head he lets your hand go as he stands up and helps you stand up.

“Can I just say one thing?” You say softly, your words coming out slurred as the alcohol starts getting to you. Giving you a small nod he helps you walk towards your house, “Know that you made me the happiest person when we were together. I couldn’t ask for more than what we had…it feels like you left me hanging by myself but I know I would have to move on and let this story die.”

You say everything in one go as you cough and hiccup. You notice Kevin opening his mouth to speak again but you stop him by putting your finger up telling him that you want to continue and that you’re not done yet, “For now, it’s only me but…but I’d like to pretend that we’re still friends, okay?” You say as you look at him with your expectant eyes.

“Okay…whatever you say..” he says softly as he looks down at your shining eyes which were staring back up at him. “Maybe that’s all you need to move on from me..” he says, mostly to himself but you catch onto it but he doubts you’d remember all this in the morning tomorrow.

Reaching your door steps he helps you stand straight as he looks through your bag to find your keys.

“You keep on clinging to your papers and pens, yeah?” You say softly in a joking manner as you enter the house and slam the door shut on his face.

Letting out a small chuckle Kevin looks at your door as he takes a step back, stuffing his hands in his pockets he takes a one last look at your door and walks away.

That’s an end to a story then, something which was bittersweet. There are some moments he wishes he could forget all together but most of them are the ones he cherishes the most and that’s what matters to him.

You guys maybe strangers to each other now but the time you both spent as lovers was some of the most valuable ones.

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[mymegrokosmos]

the boyz as boyfriends drabble. i was left alone watching their content too long today so here you go. if you like this one i'll add the other members these are just my headcanons based on their body language/behaviour observed lately.

jacob is the kind of bf to constantly have one arm slung around you shoulder as he leans into your side or against your back. he makes it look effortless with his other hand casually slipped into one pants pocket. It's second nature to him, like breathing. If you reach up and hold his hand, he won't show it but he's melting just a little inside. he slings one arm around each of your shoulders when walking or standing between you and a friend, male or female (so long as you're both comfortable with that).

kevin is the type of bf to not mind you constantly hanging off of him. in fact, he likes that it shows how much you like him and how safe and comfortable you feel with him. he likes that you let down your walls if you're not usually a particularly touchy person and let yourself be vulnerable with him. that you trust him not to disrespect or overstep your boundaries and just feel like you can be yourself around him.

changmin is the type of bf to always be backhugging you or slipping his hands in your hoodie pockets and burying his face in your back or the crook of your neck. when you call him on it he claims that he's cold but that's always his excuse and if you try to pull away you can bet that he'll whine until you sigh and give in to his cuddling. he will absolutely 100% insist on holding your back to his chest, arms around your waist as he shuffles you both into the kitchen or wherever you were headed before he interrupted.

hyunjae also likes to have an arm around you but he moves around and fidgets, always coming back to you eventually but not usually staying still for very long. he plays with yout hoodie strings or necklaces, or your fingers whenever you reach up to stop his fidgeting or hold his hand in yours. when he laughs he pulls your whole body along with him in whatever direction he flops bc you know that man is collapsing like a rag doll while he loses it.

juyeon likes to rest a hand on your shoulder, or his chin. the type of bf to hook an arm loosely around your neck and hover from behind you staring down anyone you're talking to unblinkingly like a cat while he sizes them up and completely tunes out the conversation around you both until you tap his arm or tilt your head back to look up at him. lace your fingers through his, play with his rings or hold his wrist to have him melting and peering closer to catch whatever you have to say, you now have his full attention. he will stare at you like you've just hung the moon bc he's so endeared by everything you do.

eric is the type of bf to keep an arm around your waist or shoulder not just to keep you close but to let other people know you're taken. he's always hovering close when you're at parties or gatherings. will squeeze your hand or hips to make sure you're still there or when he feels like you aren't paying enough attention to him. he's protective and also likes to know you're safe in crowded places. 100% the type to insist on pouring your drinks for you but doing it one handed bc the man refuses to let go of his hold on you for even a minute he loves affection pls give it to him.

[daisyvisions]

Thick as Thieves | Octoberfest Day 6

➺ Pairing - childhood bff!Kevin x fem! reader

➺ Drink - Mojito with a shot of gin (aka childhood friend!au x voyeurism)

➺ Summary - How far are you willing to go to help your friend, especially if he’s been your friend since childhood?

➺ Word Count - 1.7K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), fuckboy!Kevin, voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, oral (f!receiving), fingering, face riding, hair pulling, dry humping, pussy!drunk Kevin, one-sided love (if you squint), some breast groping, let me know if I missed anything.

➺ Author’s note - Did not proofread this after writing so forgive me if it seems all over the place but I tried my best to make it make sense hahaha hope you enjoy!

➺ Taglist - @deoboyznet @snowflakewhispers @midnightfantasiez

@momhwa-agenda @nyu-topia @jaminthemiddle

➺ OctoberFest Masterlist

Knock knock knock.

You sigh to yourself as you hear the sound coming from your front door. You were just about to plop down on your bed, wrap yourself in your cozy blanket, and call it a day by watching your favorite TV show.

You pause for a moment, waiting to see if you were just hearing things, but your guess was wrong when the sound of knocking was heard once more. And it wasn't just any normal knock. It was a special knock with a certain rhythm to it. Once you heard the special beat, you already knew who was behind the door.

You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion, wondering why he decided to stop by your apartment when he should be getting ready for his "big" date tonight. As soon as you open the front door, you're greeted by a waft of his signature cologne. The cologne that makes you grow weak in the knees (you didn't need to tell him that) but more importantly, a very panic-stricken Kevin as he tries to catch his breath.

To some, the sight of your college's resident fuckboy right at your doorstep would make them faint on the spot, but to you, he's just Kevin, your best friend since you were kids.

"Kevin? What are you doing here?"

"It's an emergency, I need your help—"

"Oh, is everything alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, can I come in?" He pushes past you as if he owns the place.

You don't take offense at his current demeanor but rather it makes you worried even more. You've never seen Kevin like this before, wondering what kind of emergency he's talking about. By the time you close the door and turn around to face him, he's already pacing around the small foyer of your apartment.

"Kev, what's going on—"

"Before you have any violent reactions to what I'm about to ask, I need you to hear me out for a sec." He pauses, lets out a deep sigh, his eyes struggling to meet yours as a blush starts creeping onto his cheeks.

"I need you to show me how you touch yourself," he mumbles as he watches your reaction.

"I'm sorry— Can you run that by me again?" You look at him as if he had grown another head on his shoulder.

"Show me how you touch yourself."

"Now it sounds even more ridiculous the second time," you snickered.

"I'm in a dry spell. All my past hookups have been saying I suck at foreplay and word is starting to spread and I really cannot fuck up my date tonight."

Kevin steps closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as he looks you straight in the eyes.

"Look, I know it's weird—"

"It is fucking weird, Kevin! We're best friends!" Your eyes widen at him.

"And that's exactly why I'm asking you!" He matches your tone. "Just this once, can you do me this one solid? And we never have to speak about it again. I— I just want this date to go well…" His voice turns into a murmur.

By how his shoulders start to slump, you could already tell how badly this is affecting him. You want to help him out, you really do! But the thought of how this might affect your friendship weighs on you.

"Nevermind, I'm sorry I asked you—" Kevin's hands drop from your shoulders, a dark cloud suddenly casting over him as he walks past you to the front door. You feel your moral compass being pulled left and right. He's done so much for you over the years and not once has he asked for a favor in return. And it's just a simple favor, right? What's the worst that can happen?

"Wait—" You sigh to yourself, quickly turning around before you change your mind. Kevin turns back around to face you, waiting for you to finish your sentence.

"I'll do it. But just this once, okay?"

"Kevin, can you please back up a bit? Don't make this weirder than it already is."

"Oh sorry—" Kevin scoots backwards, giving you the space to lie back against your pillows. As you get settled and are about to pull down your shorts, his surprised tone halts your movements.

"Woah, woah, wait—"

"What?"

"You're not going to keep them on?" He asks worriedly as his doubts slowly start to sink in.

"What do you— Kevin, how the hell am I supposed to show you if my shorts are on?" You say as a matter of fact.

"Right, right— sorry. Continue—" He shakes his head.

You proceed to hook your fingers to the waistband of your shorts, lifting your hips as you pull the article of clothing down before tossing them to the side of your bed. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before you slowly open your legs, exposing yourself to him.

Watching you slowly reveal your exposed bottom half stirred something within Kevin's stomach. It was like looking at porn for the first time in his life. He couldn't believe how mesmerizing you looked in this moment. Suddenly, his cock twitches beneath his jeans as you stick two fingers in your mouth, lubricating your digits before you begin.

"I'm not gonna talk, just watch, okay?" You quickly look at him before you close your eyes, trying not to think about him as you manually get yourself off.

You start slowly caressing your folds, dragging the pads of your fingers around the sensitive skin as you tease yourself into this. Your breath hitches at the featherlight touch, imagining it was someone else's fingers teasing you down there. You do this for a moment before inserting your fingers between your folds, running them up and down until they catch onto your pretty little pearl.

Your eyes scrunch at the sensation as you start to move your fingers in a circular motion. Your legs slowly ease apart as your other hand slips under your shirt to grope your own breast. Kevin could feel his throat drying up, especially with how your small whimpers of pleasure slip out of your mouth. He can't help but imagine what it would feel like to swallow those moans with his own lips.

For a moment, you forgot he was even there, too caught up in the moment as you enjoy yourself until you open your eyes and gasp, both because of suddenly seeing Kevin kneeling before you but also because you started hitting a good spot as you inserted your fingers inside your cunt.

"Fuck, Kev— you're so hard," you moan out. The sight of his erection desperately pressing against the zipper of his jeans, the outline of his manhood giving you a surge of confidence as you pump your fingers inside you faster.

"Hm? Oh—" Kevin looks down at his pants as your statement shakes him from his trance. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," you smile at him. "It's kinda hot, actually—" You cut yourself off as you curl your fingers.

"Holy shit…" Kevin mumbles, intensely watching you finger yourself. He doesn't notice his body leaning forward, slowly lowering himself onto his stomach to get closer to your glistening folds. He licks his lips, itching to know what you taste like on his tongue as he gets a faint whiff of your essence.

There was something about Kevin being at eye level with your cunt that sent the butterflies in your stomach fluttering like crazy. You've heard of the stories before, but you never thought in this life you'd see the sight before you and now you're thirsting for more of it.

You pull your fingers out, whining as the pads of your fingers play with your clit once more. You go faster, desperately wanting to reach your high.

"Please…" Kevin whimpers.

"Hm?" You slightly prop your head up to look at him.

"Please— need to taste you." He begs as his eyes start to droop from the sexual atmosphere. You nod your head without thinking, your curiosity getting the best of you.

"Thank fucking god—" Kevin lunges forward like a madman. His arms pulling your ankles aggressively towards himself as he drapes your legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs as he locks them in place. He dives in and licks one fat stripe between your folds, making you scream his name as your hands fly to his head, gripping his hair as he sucks on your clit like it's his lifeline.

Your head starts to spin the more his mouth moves against your heat. You don't know what the fuck these girls were talking about. Kevin's a natural at this! To be honest, he might even be the best pussy eater you've been with and you're not just saying that because he's your best friend.

You start to mindlessly grind your hips onto his face, trying to desperately reach your high. You feel the mattress rocking slowly beneath you as Kevin ruts into the mattress, seeking his own high as well in the process. Your fingers tighten, pulling his hair as you feel yourself slowly falling off the edge. Kevin groans into your cunt, the sensation of his hair being pulled makes him thrust his hips into the mattress faster.

"Oh fuck, I'm so close. Kevin, please—" You whine as he moans against your folds. The way you say his name switches something inside his brain, making him suddenly insert two fingers inside you, curling and pumping them in and out like there's no tomorrow.

You ride his face into the sunset until you finally see stars, your hips twitching as you fall over the edge. Your thighs involuntarily start closing together, squeezing Kevin's head in the process. Kevin lets out a loud grunt, suddenly stilling his movements as he buries his face further into your sex.

You let out a dreamy sigh afterwards. In all your years being sexually active, this was by far the hardest you've come. You prop your head again to check in on Kevin, whose face is still down between your legs.

"…Kevin? Are you okay down there?" You try not to laugh at the current situation. His head pops up, looking at you with dazed eyes. He lazily smiles at you, looking as if he had reached an all-time high.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting to do that…"

[cuppasunu]

i reached a follower milestone a few days ago but realized that (sadly) majority of my mutuals have either moved, deactivated, or aren't actively posting/reblogging tbz content...severely lacking tbz enjoyers at the moment (finding y'all has been hard a lil hard omg)

so i'm trying to find active deobis on this site ◡̈

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A DEOBI AND WANT TO FIND MORE MUTUALS ♡

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[hcuyk]

okay since you're back, may i please request something around 4am with changmin (or sunwoo?) and make it angst or comfort or whatever just because why not thank you my love i'm so happy you're here you don't imagine how much

[4:01AM]

Not often did you wake up in the middle of the night, yet something felt different. Maybe it was because there was a sudden lump that had developed within your pillow or the temperature in the room had changed, but your dream had slowly faded into darkness. As you adjusted to your senses and reality itself, your eyes fluttered open and caught a glimpse of Changmin in the dark.

Your eyes traced the silhouette illuminated by the moon, noticing his eyes wide and fixated on the ceiling. Unsure of both the time and if Changmin had noticed you, you scooted over to where he was and wrapped your arms around one of his, hugging it close to your chest.

“Why are you up?” you mumbled while tucking your nose behind his shoulder, wanting to remain as close as possible. 

Changmin turned his head to face you, slightly startled that you had woken up, but his parted lips of shock curled up into a warm smile—it was almost impossible to not be in love whenever he saw you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head before shifting in his spot, adjusting so he could bring you into his arms.

“Why are you awake, hm?” He pulled you in close and against his chest, allowing you to snuggle up against him within his embrace. 

“I asked you first,” you retaliated. You gave him an exaggerated pout before having it interrupted with a yawn. He shook his head and laughed at you softly, his arms squeezing you. He then had one of his hands gently pat you on the head, providing a weak attempt to get you back to sleep.

“Just woke up randomly, and I couldn’t go back asleep,” he whispered.

“You better not be bullshitting.” He giggled at your grumble, causing you to shuffle your feet under the comforters and kick his legs when you found them. Changmin then burst out in laughter at your terrible attempt and refuted the action by locking his legs around yours, trapping you completely in his hold. 

Instead of fighting back, your tired state melted against him, but you still glared at him as a threat. 

“I’m not bullshitting, I promise.” Your skepticism made him coo and kiss your nose, watching as your bunched-up facial features began to relax.

“We sleep together?” Noticing your slight worry, he nodded and pressed a soft kiss against your lips to reassure you.

“We sleep together.”

It had taken less than a few minutes for you to knock out, but Changmin was still completely awake. He would play with your hair, tucking strands behind your ear, before his thoughts drifted off once more. He kissed your cheek with a whispered ‘I love you’ before untangling himself from you to glance at the ceiling once more. 

His eyes then trailed over to the nightstand by their bed, and without much thought, he silently pulled out the drawer to take out a small velvet box. He flipped it open to reveal the ring he had bought you and raised it to where the moon was shining, wanting to look at it one last time before officially getting down on one knee for you.

His heart thudded against his chest and fluttered the moment he thought about you wearing it on your ring finger. He smiled and put it away so he could go back to holding you, finally relaxed enough to fall back asleep.

You were his forever, and he couldn’t wait for tomorrow. 

permanent taglist . . . @armysantiny @stealanity @zzoguri @nyujjan @tinisprout @the-kpop-simp

author's note // first timestamp for changmin! (the other one was unhinged and we pretend it doesn't exist 😭). matty my biggest supporter ilysmsmsmsmsmsmsm thank you for sending this in i hope you enjoy ALSO this may or may not be canon kidult changmin 🫣

[stealanity]

playlist one , the boyz ( lsg to kvm ) :

ꕤ lee sangyeon ,

someone

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[ 7:02am ]

[ 5:12pm ]

[ 6:14am ]

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ꕤ bae jacob ,

summer love

birthday cake

melatonin

co-lover

white lily

a gift for you

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ꕤ kim younghoon ,

corny jokes

reassuring hands

kinda miss you

i didn't forget

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[ 1:02am ]

[ 2:45am ]

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ꕤ lee hyunjae ,

suffocating ( written serie , discontinued )

this special look

stay

waffle

loser, lover

crazy

too late

only for practice

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[ 9:32am ]

[ 4:35pm ]

[ 10:37pm ]

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ꕤ lee juyeon ,

his s/o waking up in the middle of the night

cute little intruder

bad day, but good boyfriend

daydream

terrible idea

the bet

cold hands

risky

sick of you

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[ 5:34pm ]

[ 10:45pm ]

[ 7:52pm ]

[ 8:57pm ]

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ꕤ moon kevin ,

bad words

the little prince

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[ 3:37pm ]

[ 11:23am ]

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. . . link to maknae line !

[sungbeam]

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

artist!kevin moon x senator's daughter!reader

after a long night, you find yourself on the front doorstep of a man who's heart you still held tightly in your grasp.

4.0k words, exes 2 lovers?, bittersweet angst with a happy ending, kissing, swearing, mentions of arranged marriages and controlling parents, mentions of social class, it takes place in washington dc bc i had a specific place in mind lol but i've also only went to dc once(???)

a/n: dug this up and dusted off the cobwebs — originally inspired (partly) by youngk's cover of moon river <3 (im sorry i always give you angst kevin...)

It was late when you knocked on his door. It was so late, in fact, that the fog had begun to roll over the Potomac and dampen the cobblestones beneath your shoes. You would have taken off the death traps your mother called fashion, but you'd seen your friends on the rowing team get foot diseases before. The streetlights here glowed from their perches in golden yellow flames, not amber like they did in some parts of the district.

You hadn't really expected him to answer. You knew he was almost guaranteed to be awake, but there were always exceptions. You knew he would recognize you, too, but if he would open the door for you… it didn't matter that he was the kindest person you'd ever met, there were always exceptions.

His expression sat carefully blank when you faced him, a war brewing in his beautiful eyes of a long past you shared. He swallowed, scanning your form.

"I'm sorry," you managed to say. You suddenly felt stupid. Why were you here? Why had you run all the way across the river to his place in Georgetown? Why him? Out of all the people, you chose the one person who's heart you let fall to the ground and shatter. It was a miracle he even opened the door. "I—I didn't know who else to go to."

The bobby pins in your hair stabbed your head and intensified the headache building in your scalp. It had been a long night; you weren't sure if you were even of sound mind and thought right now.

Kevin Moon considered you for a moment, his eyes and posture softening at the lines. "Come in," he murmured as he stepped aside in the doorway, "it's late."

You swallowed as you took slow steps into his townhouse and he closed the front door behind you. Everything was as you had last seen it—pictures of him and his family, his friends; his artwork hung on the entryway walls; stair leading up to the upper floors, and hallway traveling back toward the parlor and kitchen. You could extract the memories that you had of this place, but that would keep you up the rest of the night. It would be a dangerous endeavor, you thought, as if coming to Kevin in the first place wasn't already.

"Here." He held out one toned arm for you to grasp. "So you can take off your shoes."

You gave a barely-there nod. "Oh, uhm, thank you," you said, locking your hand against his forearm as you swiftly discarded the stilettos from your feet. When your aching feet met flat ground, a weight fell from your shoulders, and you lined up the pair against the wall neatly by his shoe rack.

He began trekking up the stairs, beckoning you to follow. "You can have the guestroom," he sighed, carding a hand through his hair. It stuck up in the back, you noticed whilst following him up, which meant he had probably been tossing and turning for awhile.

Everything smelled the same, felt the same.

A different weight fell upon your chest, suffocating. Was it a mistake to come here? It was all coming back to you.

And he was opening the only other bedroom door besides his on the floor, leaving the door open for you to follow. He fluffed the pillows and pulled a blanket out from the closet shelf. This room used to be for guests, not for you, but that change was your fault.

"I'll grab you something to change into," he said in the silence with one hand cupped behind the back of his neck. He didn't look at you this time. "You still know where everything is?"

"Yeah," you rasped. You cleared your throat and held your clutch in front of yourself like a pitiful shield. "Thanks, Kevin. I… I promise I'll be out of your hair by the morning."

A beat passed. You felt his eyes on you and met them.

"Just—" his arm fell to his side and tucked into the pocket of his sweats, "—take your time, Yn. Good night."

You watched him leave. "Good night."

The house was quiet again after you finished washing up in the bathroom and retreated into the guest room. Kevin could hear the door close even from the third floor in his attic studio, his feet pressed against the cool wood, eyes staring out at the half-filled canvas on the easel. He'd been stuck for awhile, having not yet decided what he wanted to do with the rest of it. This indecisiveness came with the artist's block, unfortunately.

He didn't like to admit that one of the few ways to get him out were the dozens of canvases shoved against the far corner. There was a drop cloth draped over them so he wouldn't get distracted, but… most nights he couldn't resist.

There was always something soulful about the way he painted your eyes. It had always been that, and your smile, that he intentionally captured first whenever he painted your portrait. It was a greedy, selfish attempt to keep some part of you for himself because he knew that it was and could never be like that in the real world. He knew that fact all too well.

The vision of you on his porch tonight… he'd almost believed he was dreaming.

Kevin released a frustrated huff from his mouth, rubbing his hands down his face, then up through his hair. His brushes remained untouched, canvas on the easel left undone.

He stood from his stool and quietly made his way back down to the second floor.

He could've sent you away, he thought. He could've, but did he want to?—

"Oh. Hi."

His eyes shot up at the sound of your voice, meek and soft. You stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom with his T-shirt and sweatpants hanging from your frame like it was two years ago. He lost his breath for a second; he didn't think you were still awake. "Did I wake you?" He asked, clutching the banister.

"No," you said while leaning against the door jamb. "I was… I wasn't sleeping."

That made the both of you.

"You still have bandaids in the medicine cabinet?" You asked him.

He nodded, stepping down fully onto the second floor. "Yeah. How many did you need?" He shoved the intrusive thoughts away from the forefront of his mind and replaced them with the idea of bandages. He padded over into the bathroom, turning the light on to rifle through the medicine cabinet.

Never mind that you knew where they were and that you were capable of getting them yourself—he already lost when he let you into his house.

You slipped in behind him. "Just a couple small ones is okay—for my feet."

Oh, right. He'd nearly forgotten you must have traveled all the way from across the river to get here in those god awful shoes. Not only that, but no doubt spent an entire night in them at some stuck-up, rich-prick gala—

Not now, he hushed. Most of the time, it was never your choice to even go to those functions.

He withdrew the box of Band-Aids he kept, all beat up from years of figuring out where they belonged. There was a mishmash of sizes, but most of the medium-sized ones were all gone, leaving only the extreme sizes on the spectrum. He picked out a few of the small ones for you, staring at the tile on the floor while you sat on the lid of the toilet to cover your blisters and bruises.

“I know that my showing up here unannounced was really unfair to you,” you suddenly said. He raised his head a little. You were grabbing your heel now, gently massaging your foot. “Especially at this time of night. I—” You paused, “I just—I’m sorry.”

If he didn't think about it too much, he could pretend this apology was only about you showing up unannounced, out of the blue, at an ungodly hour, and not about every other elephant in the room.

“It's okay, I understand,” he murmured. He felt his body move to settle on the edge of the bathtub across from you to take your foot from your hand to rub soothing circles into your aching bones.

You connected gazes again and he saw the flicker of gratitude in them, and something else he didn't want to see. Hope was so cruel sometimes. “You don't have to do this.”

“I know. I want to.”

It felt like college all over again, just you and him. Those four years had been some of the best years of his life—but they were filled with naïve bliss. The long, humid summer days and nights along the river; the golden light filtering through his windows as you read and he painted; the picnics on the Georgetown University lawns; the echo of your laughter against cobblestone walls and streets.

They were engraved into his memory, even with the rose-tinted lenses off.

He would call it a fever dream, but he knew you were solid and real when he held you. Your smile was real, your love was palpable. He could hear your humming in his kitchen in the evenings and feel the ghost of your arms around him in the mornings.

When you were called away by your family to fulfill filial obligations, you would always return home to him. Not them, him.

In this moment, he knew exactly what he was doing, even if he chose to pretend he didn't. Like this wouldn't lead to his heart getting broken again when all that was left of you in the morning was your perfume on his clothes and bandaid wrappers in the trash.

“So what was tonight about?” He piped up, daring another glance at you.

You shook your head. “You don't have to—”

“Only if you're comfortable.” Sometimes it helped for you to talk about it, and sometimes it didn't. He wanted to help, nonetheless. He still cared about you, after all.

You wrestled down a swallow. “It was some dumb charity that wasn't even about the charity,” you rasped, returning your bare feet to the floor when he was done rubbing the hurt away. You had to look away, and he resisted the urge to turn your chin back to him. “And something about—something about marriage.”

His heart fell to the bathroom tiles. “What?”

Marriage?

“It—it’s nothing—”

“Nothing,” he repeated, speechless.

“Not nothing,” you amended, tripping over your words. You shouldn't have mentioned it. Why would you mention it? Out of everyone, you and to say it to him. “My parents mentioned something about it, but it's just one of those things where they're urging me to start looking. I don't know. It's not arranged or anything.”

He said exactly what both of you were thinking, “Yet.”

You looked at him then. He saw the way silver lined your eyes, the hurt threatening to spill over just like what pounded against the floodgates of his heart. Yet.

If you waited any longer, who knew what your parents would do to secure a political alliance? You were a Senator's daughter, your family's jewel and pawn piece. You were born to be someone Kevin couldn't be with and god-fucking-damn did that hurt like a bitch.

They were giving you time to make your own, careful choice. It was an illusion of free will that made him seethe and ache for you.

“It's gonna be fine,” you said with little to no strength behind the words. “I'll be fine.”

Kevin stared at you. You and he had shared plenty of arguments about this exact topic before and it all ended in the same place. He didn't know what to say this time to make you say or think or do differently.

What could he possibly say to make you stay? To make you rethink your entire life and career, to make you turn your back on your own family?

“I'm sorry I said anything about this.” You sighed. “I don't know why I said anything about this.”

He swallowed. “I asked in the first place; it's okay.” His hands yearned to touch your skin, to swaddle you in his arms and rock you into assurance. He missed when he could reach over and warm your knee with his palm to silently tell you he was here and listening.

“We should try to sleep. I've taken so much of your time already. I'm sor—”

“Yn, love, stop saying you're sorry.” You didn't ask for any of this and you kept acting like you did, like it was your fault. He couldn't fault you for anything if he tried.

It looked like you were about to say something to him. He could practically taste the words that sat on your tongue.

Tell me I'm not suffering alone. Tell me that you still love me, even after all this time.

Instead, you nodded while rubbing your eye. “Okay,” you exhaled. “Thanks for the bandaids and your time.”

When you stood, so did he. He pressed a warm palm to the small of your back to lead you out of the bathroom, his other hand hitting the light switch.

He reluctantly drew his hand away from you to step towards his own bedroom.

He heard you stop, his head pathetically raising to meet you as you turned around.

“Kevin, I…” There it was again.

Oh, he wanted so badly for you to say it. But it was late and neither of you were in the right state of mind.

“Sleep on it,” he whispered. He couldn't handle any of those words exchanged now if you were going to regret it later. “Please.”

You inclined your head, lips pressing together. “Good night.”

“Good night,” he said back, for the second time tonight, and for as many opportunities as he was granted. As long as he didn't have to say goodbye instead.

Sleep refused to take you and you tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Two long hours of torture, and you gave up, throwing the sheets off your body to step over to the window. The street below was dark with only a small halo of golden light from a street lamp to provide some reprieve from the darkness. You'd always seen this back street from Kevin's bedroom, never this one. It was so odd seeing it from a different point of view.

You closed your eyes with a sigh and rested your forehead against the cool glass. What were you doing here? Why were you troubling a man who you'd already troubled before? Your being here had to be bad for the both of you, but why did your being here feel right instead? You could separate comfort from rightness anymore, couldn't find where the line was in the sand because maybe you had danced all over it before to muddle it up.

Maybe you didn't want to define it—you just wanted it to be him.

You would never forget this moment, standing with your eyes closed against a cold window pane, that you came to an understanding. You had little to no sleep in your system, but your heart hurt as much as your feet, and while there were plenty of ways to soothe sore feet, there weren't as many to heal a broken heart.

Maybe a glass of water would refresh you enough to fall asleep. It would be terrible of you to wake him up, especially when you'd bothered him this much. He had already done so much for you.

But you'd seen him just hours ago, and you'd seen the tenderness in his gaze, felt the tenderness in his touch.

The way he'd asked for you to “sleep on it” had been loaded with something. Hope was so cruel sometimes.

Your chest tightened and you pulled away from the window. You stepped over to the door to quietly open it and slip out. There was no light coming out from beneath Kevin's bedroom door, and you tiptoed across the landing to make your way downstairs.

When you'd successfully retrieved a glass of water, you climbed back up the stairs, only to freeze at the sight of Kevin stepping up onto the ones leading up to the attic. Your heart galloped at the sight of him.

“I hope I didn't wake you up,” you whispered this time, gesturing to the cup of water in your hand. “I just needed some water.”

He nodded. “Don't worry about it. Can't sleep still?” He asked.

You shook your head. Not even if you tried.

He seemed to understand, and with a sweep of his hand through his hair, he beckoned you up to the third floor with him.

You hadn't been up to the attic for as long as you had been away from Kevin. It was his studio space, somewhere he could let his creativity run wild. There were canvases pressed and stacked up against the slanted roof, paint cans and boxes of brushes off to the side, and the chaise lounge you always draped yourself over when the sun filtered in just right. It was the perfect spot to curl up with a good book, and you could feel its cushioned back imprinted against yours even now.

The memories all flooded back in one, big tidal wave and your hand tightened around your cup.

“Are you working on anything?” You asked quietly, lingering at the stair landing to sip your water. You feared you weren't allowed to venture further, as if you needed permission to wander now.

He glanced back at you from his easel stool, forehead creasing between his brows when he saw you still standing there. “Yn, you can sit,” he said, nodding to the chaise lounge. “Not really,” he confessed. “I just… I've been in a block, I guess.”

You crept over to the lounge chair and seated yourself on the edge, stiff and with your legs crossed one over the other. You leaned your forearms onto your knees, looking in the direction of Kevin, his body half blocked by the wooden easel. “Ah, I see,” you murmured. “Have you had trouble sleeping lately?”

His eyes flickered to yours. “It's… on and off. You?”

“Same.” Your mind went to what you thought about in the guest bedroom earlier. Would it be out of left field to spring it up on him? You didn't even know if he felt the same way anymore, but… but you had to try, didn't you?

Why did you come to him? Out of all the people and places in this city, your feet carried you here.

“I—” Both of you said at once, eyes clashing when you realized the other's voice was speaking.

“You first,” he said.

You shook your head. “No, please. I—I think you should go first.”

He seemed to hesitate, but relented. There was so much emotion in the way he looked at you then; the wideness of his eyes gave it all away. “Why are you here, Yn? Why are you really here?”

It was like he could read your mind. You knocked back the rest of your water and placed the empty cup on the floor a little ways from your feet so you didn't knock it over. “I,” you began, “I don't… at least, I don't consciously know.”

He pursed his lips together. “Do better than that. I know you can.”

You knew he was right; you could do better. You knew the truth, but it was a matter of how much courage you had to face it. “Kevin, I—I should've never let you go that easy, and I should've never let my judgment be swayed by my parents as it had. I'm so sorry for hurting you; you never deserved it. You never deserved any of it.

“I think,” you said, one hand grabbing your other shoulder, “after all this time, I still know who I want, and it's never been anyone but you. That's why—that’s why I'm here.” You wished you could shrink into yourself with his gaze pinned to you like it was. “And this is all so unfair to you—I know. I know it is, and I am so, so sorry.”

You would bear your entirety to him in hopes that he believed you and saw your sincerity. Because while your parents had raised you to be their perfect daughter, they missed the part when you fell hopelessly in love with your best friend from college. It tore you apart that day they forced you to part ways with him—you knew it did just the same to him, too.

Kevin was quiet for a moment with a pensive expression on his face burning into his floorboards. He suddenly stood and made his way over to you, your body shifting to make room for him on the chaise. The pair of you sat side by side with your shoulders and legs pressed against each other, sharing the other's warmth.

“I don't blame you if you're bitter,” you said. “I would be, too. And you can kick me out if that makes you feel better, because I…”

“Don't say it's because you deserve it.”

You tilted your gaze over to him.

He shook his head. “You don't deserve it. You hurt me, yes, but I know why you did it and I can't blame you for it, no matter how hard I try.” He turned his gaze up to the ceiling for a moment. “Sometimes I wish I had been born in a different position so neither of us would have to hurt so much.”

Your chest ached.

“It's not your fault,” you said. “Kevin, it was never your fault.”

His smile curled into something somber as his hand reached over to thumb your cheek. “I know it's not. And it's not yours either.”

For a moment, his hand lingered, and you let it.

“Don't marry someone else,” he said so quietly you thought you'd imagined it. But there was that tenderness in his eyes then, loving and imploring, and you knew you hadn't just kidded yourself.

His hand went to cup the side of your face. “I can't—” he swallowed, “I can't stomach that thought. I love you too much to see you unhappy.” His words were slurring together, voice watery, as he attempted to cover it up by pressing his lips to your hairline.

“I love you so much it hurts,” you told him in earnest. “Of course I'd run back here to you. It's always been you.” No amount of parental control could change that. They could never choose who you fell in love with when your heart was yours to give.

Kevin shifted to press his lips against yours, soft and cautious, giving you the space to back out. You reciprocated though, hands coming up to cup his face. And as you kissed, a sense of comfort settled over you, something akin to contentment, like knowing this was where you were meant to be. All the worries and heartache melted away for one split second of bliss that you found in a man whom you loved too much to let go.

His nose gently bumped against yours, his thumb caressing your cheekbone affectionately. “I love you. You can break my heart when you leave in the morning, but let me have this at least.”

“You can have this, and you can have me,” you said, nodding against him. You were going to fight this time; you would fight until you bled because you would be damned if you let him go so easily a second time. “You've always had me.”

a/n: i have to be up early tmr as usual... but i hope u didn't get bored by all the wordiness sjfbdkdn

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[jinnieboosworld]

Fangirling

Kevin Moon x Female Reader

@deoboyznet @a-dream-bookmark @k-labels

Genre: Fluff, Coming of Age

Summary: While at a Beyoncé concert Kevin Moon finds himself befriending a girl who shares the same enthusiasm for Beyoncé as him. So when he sees her crying after the concert he can’t help but wonder why.

Part of The MeetCute Series

Word Count: 8410

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Y/N had spent all week planning for tonight—her outfit, her playlist, her nails painted in Beyoncé’s latest album colors. This was supposed to be her night. The tickets had been her birthday gift, and she’d been counting down the days ever since. But now, sitting in the passenger seat of her boyfriend’s car, the excitement felt off.

He hadn’t said much since picking her up. The usual banter, the jokes about her singing every word to “Love On Top,” were absent. Instead, his hands gripped the wheel a little too tightly, his eyes locked on the road.

“You’re quiet,” Y/N said, turning to him. She tried to keep her tone light, but his energy was throwing her off.

“Just thinking,” he replied.

“About?”

He hesitated, glancing at her briefly before looking away. “About us.”

Her stomach dropped, and she forced out a laugh. “You’re not about to tell me you hate Beyoncé, are you?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said, his voice low. “It’s… I don’t think this is working anymore.”

The words hit like a punch. Y/N blinked, convinced she’d misheard him. “I’m sorry, what?”

He sighed, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I didn’t know how. Things have felt off for a while now.”

“And you’re telling me this now? On the way to a Beyoncé concert?”

“I thought it’d be better to get it out before we got there.”

Y/N stared at him, her shock quickly giving way to anger. “So, what? You’re breaking up with me so you don’t have to pretend to like my favorite artist for a few hours?”

“Y/N, it’s not like that—”

“Then what is it like?” she snapped. “Because right now, it feels like you’re blindsiding me for no reason.”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly uncomfortable. “I didn’t want to keep stringing you along. You deserve someone who’s all in, and… I just don’t think I am.”

For a moment, she couldn’t speak. Her chest tightened, and her throat burned with the tears she refused to shed. “Pull over,” she said finally.

“What?”

“Pull over. I’m not sitting here and listening to you justify this crap while pretending I’m okay with it.”

He hesitated but eventually complied, pulling the car to the side of the road. Without a word, Y/N grabbed her bag and stepped out. She didn’t even slam the door—he wasn’t worth the drama.

As she stood on the sidewalk, the sound of his car pulling away echoed in her ears. The anger and heartbreak collided inside her, but she pushed it down. Tonight wasn’t about him.

She pulled out her phone, calling a rideshare. While she waited, she rummaged through her bag and found her lipstick. If she was going to cry, it wasn’t going to be until after she’d screamed every word to “Formation.”

By the time the car arrived, she had reapplied her makeup and adjusted her Beyoncé-themed jacket.

“Everything okay?” the driver asked as she slid into the backseat.

Y/N gave a tight smile. “Not really. But it will be.”

As they drove toward the stadium, she glanced at the glowing city lights and took a deep breath. Her ex might have ruined the car ride, but there was no way she was letting him ruin Beyoncé.

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Y/N slid into her seat just as the lights dimmed, sending the arena into an electric frenzy. Her heart pounded, but not entirely from excitement. She still felt raw, her emotions a tangled mess of anger and heartbreak, but she was determined to push it all aside. This night wasn’t about her ex—it was about Beyoncé.

The opening beat of the first song thundered through the speakers, and the crowd erupted. Y/N stood, her hands automatically lifting in sync with the sea of fans around her. As the Queen herself appeared onstage, she felt a flicker of joy break through the haze.

For the first half of the show, Y/N focused on the music, letting the beats and melodies drown out her thoughts. She didn’t check her phone or look at the empty seat her ex would’ve occupied. She refused to let him steal any more of her energy.

It wasn’t until the intermission that she noticed him—the guy sitting one row down and a few seats over.

He had straight blonde hair tucked under a snapback, and his whole outfit screamed “effortlessly cool.” But what caught her attention was his energy. While everyone else around him was taking a breather, he was animatedly singing to himself, drumming on his thighs as if the concert hadn’t paused.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile. He noticed her looking and grinned, his charming smile flashing in the dim arena lights.

“You good up there?” he called over the noise of the crowd.

“Yeah,” Y/N replied, her voice steady but her lips curving upward. “You, uh, really know your stuff.”

“What can I say?” He gestured to the stage as if it were obvious. “Beyoncé’s a lifestyle.”

Y/N laughed, the first real one she’d had all day. “Fair point.”

He tilted his head, studying her for a moment. “You’ve been pretty quiet, though. First-timer?”

“Hardly,” she said, leaning on the railing in front of her. “I’ve been obsessed with her since, like, Dangerously in Love.”

“Then what’s the deal? You’re not screaming like your life depends on it.”

She hesitated, not sure how much she wanted to share with a complete stranger. “Long day,” she said finally, brushing it off.

He didn’t press, just nodded like he understood. “Well, if you’re gonna make it through the rest of this show, you’ve gotta sing like you mean it. Beyoncé didn’t show up here for half energy.”

Y/N snorted. “You sound like a coach.”

“Exactly. And I’m not letting my team down.” He stuck out his hand, his grin widening. “Kevin, by the way.”

“Y/N,” she replied, shaking his hand.

The house lights dimmed again, signaling the second half of the show. Kevin turned back to the stage, but not before giving her a nod. “Let’s go, Y/N. Time to wake up.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t deny that his enthusiasm was infectious. As Beyoncé launched into another hit, she found herself loosening up, her body moving instinctively to the rhythm.

By the time Beyoncé hit her iconic run in “Love On Top,” Y/N was belting out the lyrics alongside Kevin. He threw her an approving thumbs-up mid-chorus, and she laughed, her spirits lifting in a way she hadn’t thought possible just hours earlier.

For the first time that night, she wasn’t thinking about her ex or the breakup. She wasn’t worried about looking sad or out of place. She was just Y/N—a fan in the crowd, celebrating the music she loved.

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The second half of the show had Y/N completely mesmerized. Beyoncé was magnetic, her vocals flawless, and her stage presence unmatched. The lights, choreography, and energy of the crowd created a wave of emotion that Y/N couldn’t help but get swept up in.

Kevin seemed to have appointed himself her concert hype man. Every now and then, he’d glance back to make sure she was singing along or smiling, giving her exaggerated nods of approval whenever she hit a note.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” he shouted after she nailed the high note in “Halo,” laughing when she playfully shoved his shoulder.

By the time Beyoncé slowed the tempo for an acoustic set, Y/N felt the first twinge of vulnerability creeping back in. When the opening notes of “Resentment” filled the arena, she stiffened.

This was the song. The one she’d blasted in her bedroom during every heartbreak, every fight, every moment of self-doubt. And now, in this massive crowd of strangers, it felt like the lyrics were aimed directly at her.

She tried to keep her composure, but her throat tightened. Her vision blurred.

“Hey,” Kevin’s voice cut through the music, soft but steady.

She turned her head slightly, blinking back tears. He wasn’t grinning or joking this time. Instead, his expression was kind, his dark eyes filled with understanding.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice just loud enough to be heard over the song.

She nodded quickly, waving him off, but he didn’t buy it.

“It’s okay to feel it, you know,” he said, his tone low and careful. “That’s why we’re all here—to let it out.”

Y/N swallowed hard, letting the lyrics seep into her soul. Beyoncé’s voice was raw, singing about betrayal, pain, and resilience, and Y/N couldn’t hold it back anymore. A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away quickly, hoping Kevin wouldn’t notice.

But he did.

Without a word, he reached over and gave her hand a light squeeze. It was so subtle, so natural, that she almost didn’t register it. But the warmth of the gesture calmed her. She didn’t pull away.

“Thanks,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

Kevin didn’t say anything in response, just kept his hand resting over hers until the song ended.

When Beyoncé transitioned into an upbeat anthem, the atmosphere shifted again. Kevin released her hand, his playful energy returning.

“All right,” he said, turning to her with a wide smile. “Time to dance it out.”

Y/N laughed, wiping the remnants of tears from her face. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Gotta make sure my concert buddy’s having a good time.”

“Your concert buddy?”

“Yep.” He nodded confidently. “We’ve sung, danced, and cried together. That’s a bond right there.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the grin tugging at her lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously fun,” he corrected, giving her a dramatic spin as Beyoncé launched into “Crazy in Love.”

Y/N let herself be pulled into his orbit, her laughter blending with the crowd’s cheers. For the rest of the night, she didn’t hold back. She danced, sang, and even shouted a few ad-libs with Kevin, who was somehow as energetic during the encore as he was at the start.

As the final confetti rained down and Beyoncé bowed to the roaring crowd, Y/N realized something surprising. For the first time since the breakup, she felt good.

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The crowd was beginning to thin out, the energy still buzzing in the air, but Y/N felt strangely empty. She had enjoyed herself—more than she expected—but the final song had stirred up feelings she wasn’t ready to face. She lingered near the exits, standing just outside the arena where people spilled into the parking lot.

The night had been a whirlwind. She was still processing her emotions about the breakup, but now that Beyoncé was gone, the weight of her own thoughts returned.

Y/N found a quiet corner near a row of vendor stalls, hoping the chill air would help steady her. She leaned against the brick wall, pulling her jacket tighter around her, feeling a familiar lump form in her throat.

She could already feel the hot tears threatening to spill again. She wiped at her eyes, fighting it. She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry tonight.

“You okay?”

The voice was gentle but familiar. She turned, startled, and saw Kevin standing a few feet away, concern in his eyes.

She wasn’t sure how long he’d been watching her. She tried to smile but it felt forced, so she opted for a shrug.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, clearing her throat. “Just… processing.”

Kevin didn’t move. He took a step closer, a hint of hesitation in his step. “Are you sure? You looked… like you were having a good time earlier.”

“I was,” she said, looking down. “I don’t know. I guess it’s just one of those nights, you know?” She managed a small laugh, but it quickly faltered.

“Yeah, I get it.” He nodded, his voice softening. “That’s a lot to deal with. It’s like the universe knows when you’re vulnerable and just piles it all on.”

Y/N was quiet for a moment. He didn’t push. He just stood there, waiting.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. “He broke up with me,” she finally said, the words feeling heavier than she’d expected. “Right before the concert. Like, right before. We were supposed to come here together, and then… he said he didn’t think it was working anymore.”

Kevin stayed silent for a moment, letting the words sink in. Then, he shook his head, disbelief evident on his face. “That’s… the worst timing I’ve ever heard. Who does that before Beyoncé?”

Y/N snorted, a dry laugh slipping out. “Right? I was supposed to have the night of my life, and now… well, now I’m here crying over my ex.”

“You deserve better than that,” Kevin said, his voice firm but kind. He took another step closer, giving her space but making it clear he was there for her.

Y/N swallowed hard. She wanted to say something, but instead, she just stared at him, blinking back more tears.

Kevin didn’t say anything more. He simply sat down next to her, close but not too close, as if he was giving her the option to pull away if she wanted.

They were silent for a long time, the sound of the remaining concertgoers drifting into the background. The crowd was loud, but the quiet between them felt safe.

After a few minutes, Kevin shifted slightly, breaking the stillness with a casual tone. “You know, you could always take this as a sign to let your ex go. It’s like the universe gave you the perfect night to start fresh. I mean, we’re at a Beyoncé concert—she practically hands out empowerment with every song.”

Y/N snorted again, though the sound was more of a broken laugh than anything else. “Yeah, right. Like I can just move on because Beyoncé said so.”

“Why not? It worked for me.” Kevin’s grin was playful, and it lightened the air. “She’s been teaching me how to live my best life for years.”

Y/N chuckled, finally looking at him. “I thought you were just here for the Beyoncé trivia, not life lessons.”

“Hey, both are important. It’s all about balance.” He shrugged, smiling in that easygoing way that made him seem so approachable.

Y/N hesitated for a second before she laughed again. “Maybe you’re right. I don’t know if I’m ready for the whole ‘new chapter’ thing, though.”

Kevin looked over at her with a kind expression. “You don’t have to be. But don’t let one bad night make you forget how much you deserve, you know?”

She stared at him for a moment. His words felt too sincere, and it made her feel things she wasn’t ready to deal with.

“Well, if it’s okay with you, I could use a walk,” she said softly, trying to change the subject. “You’re probably headed somewhere else anyway.”

Kevin grinned. “I’m not going anywhere, unless you want me to. I’m your personal Beyoncé assistant for the night.”

Y/N smiled, the first real smile of the evening. It felt like a small step in the right direction.

“Yeah, okay. Walk with me.”

Kevin stood up and offered her his hand, his eyes bright with an enthusiasm that made her feel just a little bit lighter.

As they walked together through the parking lot, Y/N realized that while her heart was still aching, maybe this night wasn’t a total loss after all.

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The chill in the air had settled comfortably around them as Y/N and Kevin walked side by side through the parking lot. The sharp hum of the crowd faded with each step, leaving behind a quiet that felt oddly intimate. Y/N appreciated the peace. After everything that had happened earlier—her boyfriend’s sudden breakup, the overwhelming concert, and her unspoken emotions—Kevin’s presence was a comforting distraction.

They kept the conversation light, mostly chatting about the concert and Beyoncé’s killer performance, but Y/N could sense there was something more to Kevin. He had this easy confidence, not in a bragging way, but in a way that made everything seem a little less daunting. He didn’t push her to talk about her ex, didn’t probe further. He just let her take the lead when she wanted to.

“You know,” Kevin said, breaking the easy silence between them, “Beyoncé really knows how to get you out of your head.”

Y/N nodded, letting out a small, relieved sigh. “Yeah, she does. Even when things are falling apart, her music has this way of making you feel like you’re invincible.”

Kevin glanced over at her, his expression softening. “Yeah, like you can take on the world and still look damn good doing it.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “If only it were that easy.”

Kevin stopped walking for a moment, turning to face her. There was an earnestness in his eyes, his gaze steady. “It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible, either.”

Y/N felt a small wave of warmth spread through her chest. It was the kind of comment that seemed simple, but for some reason, it felt like more than just words. It felt like encouragement—like Kevin genuinely believed that she could find her footing again.

“So, what now?” Y/N asked after a beat, not quite sure what she was expecting. But Kevin seemed to have the right answer.

“I’m just gonna say it—if you want to stay distracted from your ex and just keep enjoying life, I’m your guy,” he said with a grin, the humor in his voice taking any pressure off the offer. “You want to go get some coffee? Maybe talk Beyoncé trivia? Or we could just grab a burger. I know a great place.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by how natural the invitation felt. She hadn’t expected someone she’d just met to offer this kind of solace, but somehow, it didn’t feel out of place. In fact, it was exactly what she needed.

“You really like Beyoncé, huh?” she teased, trying to keep the mood light.

Kevin chuckled. “Beyoncé is life. But yeah, I think we should definitely hang out again. You don’t have to spend the rest of the night brooding over some guy who doesn’t know what he’s losing.”

Y/N paused, the words hitting her in a way she hadn’t anticipated. “Thanks, Kevin,” she said quietly, her heart feeling a little lighter. She didn’t want to admit it, but his kindness felt like an unexpected gift, a spark of hope in a night that had been filled with a lot of confusion and hurt.

“No problem,” he said, his smile turning warmer. “Besides, who else is gonna appreciate your Beyoncé knowledge? I’m not just here for the good times. I’m here for the deep talks and the bad dance moves, too.”

Y/N laughed, her mood lifting a little more. “I’ve got a lot of both, so you’re in for a wild ride.”

Kevin smiled, and for the first time that night, Y/N felt like the weight of her breakup was just a little bit lighter.

“Well,” Kevin said, turning toward the exit of the lot, “I’m in for whatever you’ve got. But seriously, text me if you ever need someone to talk to or, you know, vent. I’m all about the backup singer role.”

Y/N paused as they reached the edge of the parking lot, looking at him for a moment. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, feeling the tightness in her chest ease just a little bit more. She grabbed her phone from her bag but hesitated before getting in. “And, Kevin… I don’t know if you’re just being nice, but thanks for being here tonight. I really mean it.”

Kevin looked at her, his expression soft. “No need to thank me. I’m happy to be here. I know it’s not the greatest night, but you’ve got this. And if you need some Beyoncé therapy, I’m your guy.”

Y/N smiled, her heart a little lighter than before. She was still hurt, still processing everything that had happened with her ex, but there was something comforting in knowing that even in the messiest of moments, someone like Kevin could step in and remind her that there was more to life than pain.

“Okay, then,” she said, nodding. “Guess I’ll hold you to that.”

Kevin gave her a playful salute before backing away. “You do that. I’ll be ready when you are. But, uh, just so you know, I’m not a serial killer or anything, I promise. I mean, you don’t know me that well, but I’m definitely not that guy.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback for a second before laughing out loud. “Right, because that was the first thing I was thinking of. You’ve got your work cut out for you, I guess.”

Kevin smirked. “Hey, I had to put it out there. Better safe than sorry, right?”

Y/N shook her head with a smile. “You’re lucky you’re funny.”

As Y/N stepped away from the parking lot, she realized that she had to get to her rideshare pickup point. She pulled up her phone, checking her location, and sent a quick text. On my way!

Kevin waved as she started walking away. “Let me know if you need a ride—unless you’re really trusting a complete stranger to take you home. Then I can’t help you there.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she waved back. “I’ll take my chances. You know, not every guy you meet at a concert ends up being a serial killer.”

With that, Y/N made her way toward the rideshare, feeling a little lighter than before. She wasn’t sure where things would go with Kevin, but for the first time in a while, she was allowing herself to feel something that wasn’t just sadness.

She glanced at her phone again, smiling when she saw a text from him.

Kevin: “Beyoncé trivia challenge next time?”

Y/N smiled, feeling the smallest thread of excitement for the first time that night. She typed back quickly.

Y/N: “You’re on. I’ll be ready.”

And as she slid into the back of the rideshare, the night didn’t feel quite so lonely anymore.

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The week after the concert, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling of how surreal everything had felt. Her breakup, the unexpected comfort of meeting Kevin, and the lingering, odd spark between them all seemed to blur together like one big, emotional whirlwind. In the days since, she kept herself busy—schoolwork, calls with her friends, and binge-watching reruns of her favorite shows to numb the pain of what had happened. But there was something about Kevin that kept creeping into her thoughts.

It was a sunny afternoon when she decided to text him. Nothing too complicated. Just a “Hey, how’s it going?” She hadn’t expected a reply so quickly, but less than an hour later, Kevin’s name flashed on her phone.

Kevin: “Heyyy! All good on my end. I was just about to start a deep dive into Beyoncé’s discography again. Want to join me? I’m feeling ‘Formation’ vibes today.”

Y/N chuckled to herself. Formation. Of course. It felt like the kind of thing Kevin would text her. The words seemed to light up the screen, a tiny spark that made her smile for the first time in days. She stared at the message for a moment, then typed out her response, not overthinking it.

Y/N: “You know I can never resist a Beyoncé deep dive. I’m in.”

It didn’t take long before they were making plans to meet up at a coffee shop near campus. She hadn’t seen Kevin in a few days, but the thought of hanging out again felt strangely comforting. They weren’t in a rush to define anything. There was something about the way Kevin made her feel that wasn’t rushed or heavy. It was easy.

Y/N was just about to leave her apartment when she hesitated, glancing in the mirror as she touched up her makeup. It wasn’t like she had anything to impress Kevin with. She wasn’t trying to get back into dating. She wasn’t even sure if that was something she wanted yet. But something about the idea of seeing him again made her stomach flutter in a way she hadn’t felt in a while.

No pressure, she reminded herself. You’re just hanging out with a friend. You don’t need to overthink this.

She left her apartment and caught a quick rideshare to the coffee shop. When she walked in, she saw Kevin sitting at a table near the window, looking as relaxed as ever. His green hoodie stood out against the beige coffee shop walls, and his lips were curved into that easygoing grin that made her feel like she belonged in his world, even if just for a little while.

Kevin spotted her immediately and waved, standing up to greet her. “Hey! You made it.” His grin widened, but it wasn’t the same playful grin from their first meeting. There was something a little more personal in it now, like he was genuinely happy to see her. “Beyoncé trivia awaits.”

Y/N laughed, taking a seat across from him. “I don’t think you’re ready for my knowledge.”

“I’m not worried,” Kevin said, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’ve been practicing. Bring it on.”

The next few hours passed in a blur of coffee, laughter, and surprisingly intense Beyoncé debates. They argued over the best live performances, the meaning behind some of the lyrics, and their thoughts on her various music videos. Kevin’s humor never wavered, and the way he made Y/N feel so comfortable with herself was starting to sink in. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this much fun just talking to someone, and the longer they spent together, the more she found herself forgetting that she was trying to move past a breakup.

At one point, they ended up watching a live performance of “Run the World (Girls)” on Kevin’s phone, completely immersed in the music. Y/N was so caught up in it that she barely noticed Kevin’s hand inching closer to hers. And before she knew it, their fingers brushed.

It was a simple, fleeting touch. But it left Y/N with a sudden, confusing flutter in her chest.

“Sorry,” Kevin said, pulling his hand back quickly, his face flushing slightly. “Didn’t mean to… I didn’t know if that was cool. I mean, I thought maybe we could—”

“It’s fine,” Y/N blurted out, her heart racing a little. She quickly cleared her throat, trying to act casual. “I mean, you didn’t—nothing. I’m good.”

Kevin chuckled awkwardly, clearly sensing her tension. “Okay, good. But I mean… you know, I wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t—”

“No, it’s fine,” Y/N interrupted again, forcing a smile. She had no idea why her nerves were suddenly going into overdrive. It was just a touch, nothing more.

But as they went back to watching the video, Y/N couldn’t help but think about it. It was like a sudden shift—a tiny moment that made her wonder if maybe things were starting to feel more than just friendly between them. And that thought made her feel even more confused.

She had sworn off relationships for a while. And yet, there she was, getting lost in Kevin’s smile, in his humor, in the way he made her feel like she was worth more than the person who had broken her heart.

“So, what do you think?” Kevin asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. “Next Beyoncé concert? I think we can totally make it happen. It’s going to be a whole thing.”

Y/N blinked, realizing she had drifted off again. “Right. The concert. I’m totally in. As long as we get the VIP tickets this time,” she joked.

“Deal,” Kevin said with a wink. “I’ll make sure we’re front and center.”

Y/N couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. It wasn’t that she was ready to jump into something serious. But, for the first time in a while, she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea of seeing where things might go with Kevin. For once, it felt like she was doing more than just surviving. She was starting to feel… alive again.

As they continued to talk about their next concert plans, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what other surprises Kevin had in store for her.

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As Y/N walked into the coffee shop, she spotted Kevin right away. His green hoodie stood out against the cozy, neutral-toned interior, and his wide grin made her stomach flutter. The usual sense of calm she had around him felt almost reassuring now, but that subtle tension, the one that always lingered when they were around each other, had begun to grow stronger.

Kevin waved, his eyes lighting up when he saw her. “Hey! You made it.” He stood up, pulling the chair out for her. “Beyoncé trivia awaits.”

Y/N grinned, slipping into the seat across from him. “I hope you’re ready to lose.”

Kevin laughed, easing back into his own chair, still looking at her with that playful, relaxed expression. “I’ve been practicing, trust me. I’m ready to go head-to-head with you.”

As they settled into the flow of conversation, Y/N could feel her nerves settling too. It was the kind of easy-going banter they had fallen into the last time they hung out—talking about music, laughing over random trivia facts, and debating their favorite Beyoncé lyrics. Kevin’s energy was contagious, and before long, the hours had slipped by unnoticed.

They eventually found themselves watching a live performance of “Run the World (Girls)” on Kevin’s phone, their attention fully immersed in the beat and the powerful energy Beyoncé exuded on stage. Without thinking, Kevin reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers as they both reached for the screen. It was light, almost accidental, but the contact sent a jolt through Y/N.

Kevin quickly pulled his hand back, flushing slightly. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to—”

Y/N’s heart was racing, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure how to act. Her breath caught in her chest, and she laughed to cover the sudden awkwardness. “No, it’s fine. You didn’t—nothing, I’m good.”

He gave her a sheepish smile, obviously sensing the shift in energy. “Right, okay. Just making sure. But, you know, I wouldn’t have—if you weren’t okay with it.”

Y/N nodded quickly, feeling her face heat up. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

But as the video continued playing, Y/N couldn’t shake the image of their hands brushing. There was something about it that felt like a subtle turning point. She had sworn to herself that she wasn’t going to jump back into anything serious, especially after the emotional toll of her recent breakup. But here she was, feeling something shift in her chest, and she couldn’t quite pinpoint whether it was fear or excitement.

When the video ended, Kevin shifted his posture, clearly trying to make light of the moment. “So, what do you think? Next Beyoncé concert? I’m thinking we can totally make it happen. It’s gonna be a whole vibe.”

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, smiling at his enthusiasm. “Right. The concert. We should definitely do that.”

Kevin grinned, “I’ll make sure we’re front and center this time.”

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, though she wasn’t sure if it was the idea of another concert or the thought of spending more time with him. Either way, it felt like something more than just a casual hangout. It felt like a step closer to something undefined, but real.

She forced herself to focus on the present, to not get ahead of herself. “Deal,” she said, offering him a genuine smile. “But only if you get VIP tickets. No nosebleeds this time.”

Kevin winked. “You got it.”

As they continued to joke about concert plans, Y/N couldn’t ignore the feeling of anticipation in her chest. It was as though she had finally found someone who could make her feel alive again, someone who was easy to talk to, easy to laugh with—and maybe, just maybe, someone who could make her believe in the possibility of new beginnings.

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The week leading up to the concert felt like a blur. The anticipation wasn’t just for the show itself—it was the thought of spending the night with Kevin that kept Y/N awake in the early hours, her mind racing with questions she wasn’t ready to answer. What was this feeling? Why was she so nervous about something as simple as a concert? Was she overthinking things, or was there really something more between them?

As the day finally arrived, Y/N found herself standing in front of her mirror, staring at her outfit as if it were some kind of decision that could change everything. She laughed at herself, shaking her head. No one needed to get dressed up for a concert, right? It wasn’t a date. They were just two people going to a show together. She had promised herself that she wasn’t rushing into anything, that she wasn’t trying to replace one emotional rollercoaster with another.

But there was something about Kevin that made her second-guess all of that. He was easy to talk to, yes, but there was a deeper comfort in him—one that made her feel understood in a way she hadn’t realized she needed. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had made her feel so at ease, so completely herself. And as much as she tried to keep things casual, the way she thought about him was beginning to change.

They met up outside the venue, where the crowd buzzed with energy. The usual excitement of a concert loomed in the air, but something felt different this time. Maybe it was because the whole thing wasn’t just about the performance. It was about spending time with Kevin, about seeing where things might go. She couldn’t deny that the thought made her feel a little lighter.

Kevin greeted her with his usual warm grin, looking relaxed in his jeans and a jacket, not the kind of person who made her feel like she had to put on a front. “Ready for this?” he asked, his voice light, but with an undercurrent of excitement she could feel in her chest.

Y/N smiled, feeling an unexpected rush of anticipation. “You know it. But I hope you’re prepared for me to out-sing you the entire time.”

“Bring it on,” Kevin shot back, eyes twinkling with humor. “I’ve been practicing.”

The concert itself was an unforgettable experience, but not for the reasons Y/N had expected. It wasn’t just about the music or the lights or the crowd. It was about the quiet moments in between—when Kevin would glance at her with that soft, knowing look, the way he would hand her a drink or ask if she was okay without even needing to be told. It was the small things that added up to something bigger.

They talked during the entire show, laughing over shared inside jokes, teasing each other over their respective dance moves (which, admittedly, weren’t as coordinated as they’d hoped), and even commenting on how ridiculous the outfits people around them were wearing. It felt like they were in their own little world, even though they were surrounded by thousands of people.

At one point, the lights dimmed for a quieter song. It wasn’t a moment where they could shout lyrics or get lost in the music, and for a second, the air between them was quiet, the sounds of the crowd fading into the background. Kevin leaned in slightly, as if testing the waters. “Hey, you good?”

Y/N blinked, surprised by the question. She had been lost in thought, in the quiet of the music, but the way Kevin asked it felt different. It wasn’t casual. It was like he truly cared. She smiled, feeling the warmth of the moment. “Yeah, I’m good. Just… enjoying the peace for a second.”

Kevin grinned, nodding as if he understood. “You know, I’m really glad we’re doing this. Not just the concert, but… hanging out like this. It’s been fun, Y/N.”

Her heart fluttered at the unexpected honesty. It wasn’t the kind of thing you expected to hear from someone after only a few weeks of hanging out. But the more they spent time together, the clearer it became that their bond was growing stronger. The concert was a backdrop to something much deeper than just music.

By the time the show ended, the energy in the air had shifted. The crowd slowly started to disperse, and the lights came up, signaling the end of the night. Y/N didn’t want the night to end. Not because she was particularly enamored with the show or because she was still processing the performance. But because, for the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t want to say goodbye to the person who had made her feel this… alive.

They walked out of the venue together, the cool night air offering a reprieve from the heat of the crowd. The conversation flowed easily as they made their way toward the parking lot, both of them reluctant to end the night.

“I had a really good time tonight,” Kevin said, his voice quiet but sincere as they approached her ride. “I’m glad we did this.”

Y/N smiled, trying to keep the knot in her chest from giving away how much she truly appreciated his company. “Yeah, me too. I’m glad you were the one to drag me into this whole thing. I don’t think I would’ve had nearly as much fun with anyone else.”

Kevin’s expression softened, his eyes meeting hers in a way that made Y/N’s heart skip. “I mean, you made it fun. It’s not just about the concert. It’s… it’s about hanging out with someone who actually gets it.”

The words lingered between them, heavy in the air. Y/N felt the pull between them—the kind that was undeniable but unspoken. She didn’t know what it was, this connection they shared, but she wasn’t afraid of it. Not anymore.

Before she could think too much, Kevin’s lips curved into that playful grin again. “So… next time we do this, what’s the verdict? Maybe a comedy show? Or a karaoke night?”

Y/N laughed, relieved by the shift back to their usual easy banter. “Karaoke sounds good, but I’m warning you now—I’m a beast on the mic.”

Kevin raised his hands in mock surrender. “Oh, I’m terrified already. Bring it on.”

They shared one last laugh before Y/N reached for her rideshare, a quiet sense of contentment settling over her. As she waved goodbye to Kevin, she realized that it wasn’t about what they’d done or where they’d been. It was about who they were when they were together. For the first time since her breakup, Y/N felt like she could breathe again, like she didn’t need to rush or overthink things. The night had proven something she hadn’t known she needed: that connection wasn’t just about grand gestures or big moments. It was in the quiet ones, too—the ones that made her feel understood without needing to say a word.

As she sat back in the car, the city lights flashing by, Y/N couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it wasn’t about finding someone to fill the space her ex had left. Maybe it was about finding someone who made her want to fill the space with laughter and quiet moments that felt just as important.

And for the first time in a long while, Y/N felt like maybe, just maybe, she was starting to look forward to something new.

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The next time they met up, it wasn’t planned. Y/N was out running errands when Kevin texted her.

Kevin: “What are you up to? I’m grabbing lunch if you want to join.”

Her day had been exhausting—a mix of work, school assignments, and endless errands—but something about Kevin’s casual invite made her pause. A part of her wanted to say no, to just head home and recharge. But the bigger part, the one that always lit up at the thought of him, couldn’t resist.

Y/N: “Where are you? I could eat.”

Kevin sent her the address of a small café near campus, and within 20 minutes, she was there. She spotted him right away, sitting outside at one of the tables, his usual green hoodie paired with a messy bun. He was scrolling on his phone, absentmindedly sipping from a cup of iced coffee.

“Hey,” Y/N greeted as she approached.

Kevin looked up, his face breaking into a smile the second he saw her. “Hey! Glad you could make it. Wasn’t sure if you’d be free.”

“I almost wasn’t,” she admitted, pulling out the chair across from him. “But food and good company were tempting enough.”

Kevin chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Well, I promise the food’s good. As for the company… you’ll have to tell me.”

They ordered sandwiches and talked about everything and nothing while they waited. Kevin was easy to talk to—he always had been—but today felt different. Maybe it was because their conversation drifted away from surface-level topics, sinking into things they hadn’t talked about before.

He told her about his family, about growing up in Canada and how moving away for college had been both exciting and terrifying. She shared stories about her own childhood, the way her parents had supported her in every crazy dream she’d ever had. They talked about what they wanted for their futures, their fears, their dreams. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, but it was real.

At one point, Kevin hesitated, his gaze flickering down to the table before meeting hers. “Can I ask you something?”

Y/N tilted her head, curious. “Sure.”

“Have you thought about… us?” His voice was careful, like he didn’t want to push her too hard. “I mean, I know we’ve been hanging out a lot, and it’s been great. But I just—sometimes I wonder if maybe you see me as more than just a friend.”

Y/N froze, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. She had thought about it. Of course, she had. Kevin wasn’t just anyone. He was funny and kind and thoughtful in ways that made her feel like she was the only person in the world when they were together. But the idea of admitting that out loud, of putting words to the feelings she’d been trying to suppress, felt like too much.

“I…” She trailed off, her gaze dropping to her hands. “I don’t know.”

Kevin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “That’s okay. You don’t have to know right now. I just— I wanted to be honest. Because I think about it. A lot. And I don’t want to pretend like I don’t feel something when I’m around you.”

Y/N looked up, meeting his eyes. There was no pressure in them, no expectation. Just honesty.

“I like spending time with you,” she said quietly. “A lot. And I don’t know what that means yet, but… I know I don’t want it to stop.”

Kevin’s smile widened, his shoulders relaxing as if he’d been holding his breath. “Me neither.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the air between them feeling lighter, warmer. It wasn’t a declaration of love or a grand romantic moment, but it didn’t need to be. It was enough.

As they finished their lunch, the conversation shifted back to its usual playful tone, but there was a new ease between them. A quiet understanding that something was shifting, even if they weren’t ready to define it yet.

When they left the café, Kevin walked her to her car. They lingered there for a moment, the sun casting long shadows on the pavement.

“Thanks for coming today,” Kevin said, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “I know it was last minute, but… I’m glad you were here.”

Y/N smiled, feeling that familiar flutter in her chest. “Me too.”

For a moment, she thought he might lean in, that their story might take a step forward in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready for. But Kevin just grinned and gave her a small wave as he stepped back.

“Drive safe,” he said.

As she drove away, Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself. Things were changing between them, and for the first time, she wasn’t scared of what that might mean.

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It had been weeks since the café conversation, and while Y/N and Kevin hadn’t officially defined their relationship, something had definitely shifted between them. Their texts grew longer, their hangouts more frequent. Even the silences between them felt comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding.

Today, they had planned to meet at the park near campus, a favorite spot of Kevin’s. He had insisted on bringing snacks and claimed he had a surprise for her, though he wouldn’t give any details.

When Y/N arrived, Kevin was already there, sprawled out on a blanket under the shade of a large oak tree. A basket sat beside him, and he was messing with something on his phone, likely adding a new playlist to his ever-growing collection.

“Hey,” she called out, walking over to him.

Kevin looked up, his face lighting up in a way that still caught her off guard. “You’re late.”

“You’re lucky I showed up at all,” she teased, dropping her bag next to him. “What’s in the basket? Don’t tell me it’s just sandwiches again.”

He grinned, gesturing for her to sit. “No sandwiches, I promise. Today is fancy picnic day. I brought charcuterie.”

“Charcuterie?” Y/N laughed as she sat down, pulling the basket closer to inspect it. Sure enough, there were neatly packed containers of cheese, crackers, fruit, and even a small jar of honey.

“I had to impress you somehow,” Kevin said with a smirk. “Besides, I’ve been watching those aesthetic picnic TikToks. This is my debut.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re ridiculous. But this actually looks amazing.”

As they ate, their conversation flowed effortlessly, as it always did. They talked about their week, shared updates about school and work, and debated over what movie they should watch at their next hangout. Y/N felt a warmth settle over her, the kind that came from being with someone who made her feel completely at ease.

When they finished eating, Kevin leaned back against the tree, his eyes scanning the park. “So, I promised you a surprise.”

“Oh?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Is it Beyoncé-themed? Because I think we’ve exhausted all the possible surprises there.”

Kevin laughed. “Not this time. I figured we needed to expand our horizons.” He reached into his bag and pulled out two small envelopes. “Here.”

Y/N took one, eyeing him suspiciously. “What is this?”

“Just open it.”

She slid her finger under the flap and pulled out the contents. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. Two tickets to a local art exhibit she’d mentioned in passing weeks ago, one she hadn’t been able to afford at the time.

“Kevin,” she said softly, looking up at him. “How did you—why did you—”

He shrugged, a faint blush creeping up his neck. “You mentioned you wanted to go, and I figured it’d be fun. Plus, I’m trying to earn some best-friend points. Or, you know… more-than-friend points.”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I try.” His grin softened into something more genuine. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. You’ve had a rough few weeks, and I figured this might cheer you up.”

She looked at him, her heart swelling in a way that was both terrifying and wonderful. Kevin had a way of making her feel seen, like every little thing she said or did mattered.

“Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Really.”

Kevin held her gaze for a moment, his smile fading into something more serious. “You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I like doing this kind of stuff for you. I care about you. A lot.”

Y/N’s breath caught. She had known this moment was coming, had felt it building between them for weeks. But hearing him say it out loud made her chest tighten in a way that was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.

“I care about you too,” she said, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. “I just… I don’t know if I’m ready for something serious yet.”

Kevin nodded, his expression understanding. “That’s okay. I’m not asking for anything you’re not ready to give. I just wanted you to know how I feel.”

The weight of his words hung between them, but it didn’t feel heavy. It felt freeing, like a door opening instead of closing.

They sat in silence for a while, watching the sun dip lower in the sky. Kevin reached over and took her hand, his touch warm and steady. Y/N didn’t pull away.

For the first time in a long time, she felt like she didn’t have to have all the answers.

As the evening turned to dusk, they packed up their things and walked back to their cars. Kevin stopped her before she got in, his hand brushing hers again.

“So,” he said, his voice light but his eyes serious. “Next concert, you’re still my plus one, right?”

Y/N smiled, her heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. “Always.”

Kevin grinned, stepping back as she climbed into her car. As she drove away, Y/N couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at her lips.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

[dlrvuio]

Kevin bf texts, please 🥹🩷

bf!kevin random texts

genre - pure fluff, bf!kevin x gn!reader

warnings - none

2023 | please do not copy, repost, or claim my work

reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated

[hongyangi]

a bunch of prompts i am working on

note: they're not final, but i wanted to save the ideas. they may not be done or written soon 😔 this contains both fluff (to be posted on @coboftea) and nsfw contents, reader discretion is advised, all of these are tbz fics (because they're literally my only ult rn ;-;) and summaries focus on the "you" in the stories hehe (to avoid major spoilers)

lee sangyeon

-untitled-

being a single parent, you always wanted to give the kids only the best and be a good role model to them as well all on your own. not until you got tangled up in a top secret mission after bumping into an undercover police named sangyeon lee. now, not only did he suddenly become a colleague, he also... babysits the kids?

jacob bae

clouds will send my lullabies for you

summary: anonymous letters kept appearing inside your locker. those poems make your heart race and ache a little. later on, you embarked on a search to find out who sends you these letters after finding the same words from your late composer dad's stash of old written lyrics.

our closing scene

summary: after quitting the brilliant world of film industry, one last story needs a proper ending. and it involves you, and a person who was there even before you started your career.

when the dark blooms on a moonless night

genre and warnings: kingdom au, revenge, knight!jacob, crown prince!hyunjae, mentions of suicide and abuse, will include nsfw scenes, divided into chapters, there are dark and fluff scenes too :›

summary: you're starting to believe that your own existence is a mistake. your hell of a family only uses you to gain power over the kingdom, your first love betrothed you to his right-hand man, and your husband, who only follows his master's commands, is always away from home. on a dark melancholic night, when you decided to end your life, the hands of your savior held onto your hopeless existence, unintentionally planting a revengeful flower in your heart.

winter ends tonight

genre: smut, angst, broker!jacob, short chapters

summary: when you accidentally killed your fiancee because of him abusing you, his well-off family is determined to get rid of you. with the last of your means of escape, you planned an escape to another country. but with the winter hindering your journey, you're stuck in the refuge your broker provided, and in the middle of a forest where all you could do was wait, eat, and share a bed.

lee hyunjae

never not love you

genre: enemies to lovers, high school, dilemma, delinquent!hyunjae, setting in the early 2000s, coming of age, angst, a bit humorous, ft. sangyeon, chanhee, changmin, divided into chapters

summary: lee hyunjae is the most unexpected person to ever enter your life and change it poignantly. and you do the same to his once purposeless and frivolous life. but high school doesn't last forever and you won't always be 18. when bad boy hyunjae changes his reputation and decides to study in seoul with you, a heart-rending event stops your plans and leaves you with a dilemma to lie, or to tell him the truth and leave.

kim sunwoo

frxxnds

genre: friends to lovers, family dilemma, marriage of convenience, gonna be chaotic and humorous, thinking if this will be divided in chapters or just a one long story, inspired by big naughty's masterpiece 'frxxnds'

summary: being the eldest daughter in your family has never been easy, and worst part is that you felt like you were never allowed to rest or feel tired. you're on the verge of an outburst and you're barely holding on. an opportunity to get away from your shackles arises when your mom finds your friend's pregnancy test in your belongings, a light bulb lights up in your head and you admit that it was yours. thinking your mom will kick you out without second thoughts. but what's worse, your childhood best friend, sunwoo, supported your claims and admits he's the father.

dal: that will be all for now! i do reallyyy hope that i could finish even just ONE from these prompts 😭 ciao for now!

[noisyquokka]

Could I request a blurb with kevin from the boyz where we get stuck at home during a snowstorm but then eventually have to go back to work/school, the regular grind ig? Fluffy and cute stuff plz ^-^

The Place To Be

PAIRING - Kevin x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS - Spending three days in the house can easily bring on cabin fever. Well, except when Kevin's around... It's even harder to get back on schedule when he's actively doing his best to keep you near.

WORDCOUNT - 1.9k

WARNINGS - Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, sarcastic comments/insults incoming (It's just that kinda relationship), just two (2) dorks doing cute shit together and being cute together, Kevin being a menace

A/N - So it's not a blurb (I'm basically incapable of writing anything under 1k words) but I hope you enjoy it all the same!💛 Edit: I'd like to formally apologize for thinking I posted this like 3 weeks ago when it, in fact, sat in the drafts 🤡 send me to the pit of flames, y'all!

"Good God, how many shades of the same yellow does one paint kit need!?" Kevin shakes his head, squeezing the tiny tube of Cadmium onto the palette. He's sitting beside you, working on a paint-by-number piece that he'd bought months ago. What better time to crack it open than today? You turn your head to the canvas, taking in his progress.

"Those are not the same shade, Kev." You point to the few yellows you assume he's referring to, along with the one he'd just added to his palette. "That's a light yellow compared to this one. This is more of a lemon." You reach for two others; Golden and Saffron. "And these are two different shades, babe."

"Golden, Lemon, Banana Cream, Pineapple, Pear. I don't see a difference!"

"And you call yourself an artist... pfft." It's a mumble that's loud enough for him to hear, one that earns you the bump of his knee into yours under the table. You chuckle in response, bringing your palm to rest under your chin.

His eyes rove over the canvas, and you can see the cogs turning in your boyfriend's head as he figures out how to twist this paint-by-number into his own little masterpiece. The box was labeled Cottage in the Mountains but you knew Kevin. He'd add his own little touch to the canvas in the end.

"I know I'm hot, but quit staring, babe!"

"Oh, so hot that the snow is still falling." you pipe up, sarcasm thick in your tone. Kevin places a hand on his chest dramatically, rubbing at his pec as if you've wounded him. He leans into you, pressing a kiss to your hairline before he diverts his attention back to the tubes of paint.

"Felt that one deep in my chest, at least five years off my life." He presses another kiss to your nose, finding the smirk on your lips when he pulls away. "You trying to kill me off early?"

"Ugh, you got me. I'm actually an assassin." You reach for one of the painting knives on the table, running your fingers over the blade like a villain in a movie. "Unfortunate that I have to break it to you when we're stuck in this house together, snowed in... no one to come looking for you..."

"Well, when you say it like that." he trails, taking the knife from you. He's so unbothered, too used to this back and forth that you two have conjured as your love language. The corners of your lips curl up in a grin, and you bring your hand up to cradle his jaw, pressing your lips against his cheek in a quick kiss.

"You are the only thing saving me from this hell. So thank you for staying with me." you say. Kevin chuckles, dipping his brush into the dollop of Cadmium.

"We live together, you know." 

"Well yeah, but you could've chosen to paint in the office or something."

"But I didn't." The paintbrush moves over the canvas with sparse flicks of a wrist, the man's attention taken up by the careful strokes of his workspace. Your smile hadn't faded by much, but watching him work brightened it like morning glories.

"No, you didn't." you murmur. You get up from your seat, carding your fingers through his hair before leaving a kiss on top of his head. 

It's a simple thing, really; with below-zero wind chills and a snow band that wouldn't let up, you two were stuck inside. The whole town had shuttered with the storm, putting the safety of the citizens above all else, which in turn, canceled any non-essential traveling. With the snow falling at a pretty good clip, plows couldn't clear the streets fast enough. Living in a cold climate long enough had humbled you, and you easily knew when it wasn't worth going out. It also taught you how to make a mean chicken and veggie soup. Speaking of...

The paintbrush halts its movement over the canvas, brown eyes sliding back to where you disappear into the kitchen. His stomach rumbles, those familiar scents of seared chicken and simmered vegetables distracting him from his work. Kevin finishes the bit of paint off before cleaning off his used brushes, standing from the dining table and padding after you.

"Need any help?" He smiles, watching the moment your head turns to find his form standing in the doorway. You wave him over, stirring the soup in the Dutch oven. Long arms find their respective place around your torso, pulling you slightly away from the stovetop flame.

"You're like a dog," you mutter, setting the ladle down on the counter. You turn to face him, his fingers sweeping your midriff with the action, leading him backward until his hip meets the island. "always sneaking into the kitchen, nosing around for scraps."

"Does that mean I get whatever my heart desires?" He leans against the marble, dipping his head down till his forehead bumps yours.

"Depends." you reply with a sly grin, hands sliding over the fabric of his hoodie. "What exactly are you looking for?"

Your question is met with a cheeky smile and a raised brow, strong hands slipping around your waist.

"Nothing too demanding, just you and me cuddling on the couch after we eat?" The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he cocks his head to the side. "And a taste of that soup?"

You twist away from his grasp, bringing your attention back to the stove. The soup simmers on medium heat, steam rising above the broth as you stir the menagerie in the pot. You hum to yourself, feign thinking it over. Kevin's arms catch you as you instinctively lean back into his chest, fingers trailing over your side. After a moment, the ladle is placed on the counter again, and you reach to the left to wretch the drawer open for a spoon. It's all the answer Kevin needs.

“Nothing too demanding?” you finally ask, a teasing lilt in your voice. The remark is too easy to pass up cracking jokes, and it earns you a breathy laugh as your boyfriend rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Maybe later, if you're feeling up to it." He matches your humorous teasing easily, following it with a kiss on your shoulder. You bite back a smile, taking the spoon to the pot with a careful hand, a sample taste that you blow on before turning to your boyfriend. You keep your free hand under the spoon as he takes a sip from the utensil, licking his lips just like a dog.

"Perfect!" he replies, eyes soft as he glances down at you. Fingers glide up the wrist that's holding the spoon, stealing it easily to go back for seconds.

"Biased!" you counter, reaching for the spice rack.

"For you? Always," Kevin admits, taking another sample from the pot. "But your comfort food always tastes the best."

"I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment to my cooking skills."

"Both." The word falls off his tongue quickly, and you scoff.

"Don't go eating it all, there's still ten minutes left on the timer!" You swat his hand away from the pot, stealing the spoon back with a half-hearted glare.

"Is that your way of telling me patience is a virtue?" he questions, taking you back into his grip. He catches the sidelong glance you spare - the shoulder that you shove back into him in retaliation - and he grins. 

"That's exactly what I'm saying." You take from the few spices you've used in the soup already, adding a little more into the pot. Kevin intently watches you work, a looming heat over your shoulder that warms you more than the flame in front of you. He doesn't let go of you when you finally back away from the stove, opting to pull you with him until he's once again leaning against the counter and you're pressed against his chest. With seven minutes left on the timer, you let your attention drift to the man clinging to your waist.

Large hands sweep up your back and pull you closer, brown eyes locked with yours for a brief moment. Patience practiced, his gaze briefly drops to your lips and then he’s leaning in, a gentle brush of his against yours that has you instinctually wrapping your arms around his neck. The warmth of his breath makes the hairs on your neck stand like electricity coursing through your veins. You nuzzle your nose playfully against his, earning yourself a lazy grin.

The space between you dwindles to nothing once he captures your lips in a kiss. It's soft and sweet, a simple little thing that has a smile pulling at your lips, and suddenly the kitchen is the coziest place to be. Kevin's ears twitch at the sound of your laughter, heard in between liplocks and small pecks.

The best sound he's ever heard.

It's when you lean into him and curl your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck that he pulls away, pressing his forehead into yours. Just in time for the timer to go off.

It's like this for the three days that you're stuck at home; a simple routine that you quickly grow accustomed to as the hours drag on. While you don't mind sticking it out with your boyfriend, you're not against the idea of racing out into the yard to bury yourself under the several feet of snow that has fallen. Kevin makes it bearable when he's got you wrapped up on the couch or in bed, nothing more than the sound of your collective breathing and tangled legs under blankets.

It only becomes a problem when the snow has ceased and snow removal has wrapped up.

"Kevin, baby, I have to get up!"

You're still in bed, imprisoned in your boyfriend's embrace while you watch the minutes quickly deplete for you to get ready for your shift. Kevin whines into your neck, his arms tightening when you try to pry them off.

"Don't you have sick days left?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Take a sick day." he pleads, eyes closed as he snuggles into you.

"You know I can't do that."

Cue the grumbling like a perturbed feline being chased from the bathroom sink. You can't help but laugh at the response, trying once again to escape the man's clutches. He only tightens his grip again.

"Kev, come on, now," you whisper, turning your head towards your boyfriend. "We've been stuck in the house for three days."

"Take a sick day," he repeats, mumbling the words against your neck. His lips are warm against the skin, nipping at the delicate flesh lazily before he lifts his head to meet your gaze.

"Please?"

It's hard to protest when he's looking at you like that; like you're his only reason for staying in bed another day. The heat of his body sinks into yours and you feel the protests on the tip of your tongue succumbing to the thumb massaging circles into your hip. To be completely honest with yourself, you'd be willing to skip work daily if you could stay wrapped up in Kevin's arms like this for the rest of your days.

You sigh softly, knowing your attempts to convince him to let you go are failing. The puppy eyes have won you over, and he'll melt any defenses you can muster up with them.

Your hand juts out for your phone, grabbing it from the nightstand. It's a quick unlock and a couple of taps, a quick call to your supervisor that you can't make it in due to the driveway being snowed in. A little white lie. When you hang up, you shoot your boyfriend a look.

"Happy?" you ask.

Kevin sighs contentedly, pulling you close as he makes himself comfortable again.

"Very."

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

[raibebe]

TBZ ship-fic drabbles: ep 1

members: Eric, Hyunjae, Kevin, Sunwoo | prompt: roommates | rating: Mature | genre: hurt & comfort, suggestive | wc: 570 | warnings: boyz kissing

Jasper's version | masterlist

With a heavy sigh, Eric pushed open the door to his apartment, his steps dragging along the floor. “I’m back,” he called out, not bothering to look up and check for his roommates, instead kicking off his shoes and just chucking them next to Sunwoo’s cleats that were still full of grass because he never bothered to clean them no matter how often Eric asked him to.

“Hey, what's wrong?” Kevin asked from his spot on the sofa, pausing the movie that had been playing. “Nothing, just a long day,” Eric shrugged it off as he walked past Kevin and into the kitchen to grab something to drink. He really didn’t feel like talking.

“Get cleaned up, dinner is ready in a bit,” Hyunjae smiled at him, gently ruffling Eric’s already messy hair. “Not hungry.” Taking out a mango juice from the fridge, Eric turned his back to the kitchen and Hyunjae, ready to just go to his room and not talk to anyone for a couple of hours - maybe he’d make some ramen at midnight when he’d eventually get hungry.

“Eric?” “I’m fine! Just tir-” Eric didn’t get to finish, running face-first into a very naked chest. “Well hello there,” Sunwoo mused, wrapping his arms around Eric’s waist. “Not in the mood,” the other sighed, turning his head so Sunwoo’s lips only met his cheek. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing is wrong I’m just-” “Just tired, my ass,” Sunwoo interrupted him, “What’s up?” “I told you it’s nothing!”

“You threw your shoes next to Sunwoo’s cleats and didn’t even complain about the mess,” Kevin butted in, his voice soft as he came up behind Eric, “Talk to us.” “I told you it’s nothing,” Eric tried again, weakly trying to fight Sunwoo’s grip on him. “It’s the test, right?” Hyunjae asked, “You were supposed to get the results today.” When Eric kept quiet, simply staring forward, Kevin put two and two together. “You scored badly.” “Failed,” Eric choked out before falling forward into Sunwoo, all tension leaving his body. “Baby~” “Don’t baby me. I fucked that up royally. Despite you all-” “Hey, hey,” Hyunjae shushed Eric, “It’s going to be-” “Going to be okay?” Eric snorted, “I literally- This was my last chance to fix my grade and my mind went completely blank and- I need to pass this course and now that I won’t it’ll throw me back and-” “Hey, Eric. Baby. Breathe,” Kevin tried to stop Eric from spiraling. “No, I- I-”

Before he could get another word out, Sunwoo tilted his head up and pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss, “He told you to breathe,” Sunwoo whispered before he went in for another kiss that Eric eagerly returned, his hands creeping around Sunwoo’s waist where he had his towel tucked in. “Getting handsy after one kiss?” Hyunjae chuckled, covering Eric’s hand before he could undo the towel, “Thought you weren’t in the mood.” “You can’t blame him,” Kevin mused, walking around the two younger ones to drape himself over Sunwoo’s back and press a kiss to his pulse, “You shouldn’t be allowed to walk around the apartment like this, we had this discussion.” “You’re saying one thing and doing another,” Sunwoo sighed, letting Eric rope him into another kiss. “Less talking,” he complained, “I need this right now.” “Okay baby,” Hyunjae smiled, releasing his grip on Sunwoo’s towel, which promptly fell to the floor, “On your knees.”

[all-about-kyu]

𝐓𝐁𝐙 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩-𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: 𝐞𝐩 𝟏

Summary: Eric has a bomb dropped on him, now he has to face the music. Pairing: Kevin x Eric x Sunwoo x Hyunjae Tropes: roommates to ???, fuckbuddies Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, honorific usage, kissing Smut Warnings: mentions of oral sex, grinding, light hair pulling, pet names (puppy), biting, whiney Eric Word Count: 778 Wheel Prompt: 4 members (Kevin, Eric, Sunwoo, Hyunjae) + roommates

Rai's Version || Masterlist

“You’re telling me that you’ve actually been

“Eric cuts himself off with an exasperated sigh.

“Why are you so surprised?” Kevin shrugs, casually sipping his coffee, “It’s not like you couldn’t hear us. I mean… walls are thin.”

“It’s just— I thought— Kevin what am I meant to do with this information?”

Sunwoo shuffles into the kitchen as Eric is seemingly questioning his entire existence. He drapes himself over Eric, rubbing his face against Eric’s shoulder lightly. Clearly, he had just woken up despite it being nearly 2 pm.

“What information?” Sunwoo’s voice comes out gravely and laced with sleepiness still. 

“That Hyunjae hyung and I fuck.” Kevin comments casually.

Sunwoo shifts to stand on the side of Eric Kevin, who wasn’t occupying. 

“Oh, I thought that was common knowledge. I mean we fuck and they fuck. Nothing new in this apartment.”

Eric is stunned, to say the least, “What do you mean nothing new?!”

“I mean…” Sunwoo chuckles, stealing a sip of Kevin’s coffee, “You probably didn’t notice but Hyunjae hyung walked in on us a few days ago… you were probably too busy with your mouth stuffed though.”

Eric groans and rather quickly disappears into his bedroom. Now alone with his thoughts, all he can do is spiral. Why did he think living with his best friend (with benefits) and two of his other very hot friends would be a good idea? Especially now. He shares a wall with Kevin. The elder has never been subtle about when he has a guest over, he just didn’t think said guest would be his fourth roommate. 

A soft knock sounds on his door before he can think too deeply about the dynamics that could go into their relationship. Hyunjae pops his head through the door when Eric gives the go-ahead. 

“What’s got Kevin and Sunwoo giggling out there? And why do I know it’s at your expense?” He teases. 

Eric groans again and flops back on his bed with his hand over his face, “Kevin hyung… told me about your arrangement… I don’t know how to cope with it.”

The bed dips beside him and Hyunjae gently pulls Eric’s hand from his face. The elder’s big doe eyes sparkle as they silently look at each other for a few moments. Hyunjae’s hand never lets his rather light hold on Eric’s wrist go. He rubs light circles around the knob of his wrist only making Eric’s brain short-circuit more. 

“It didn’t make you uncomfortable, did it?” Hyunjae questions with sincere worry.

“N-No! No um… it didn’t… it’s just—“ he cuts himself off with another groan, “it’s making me think more than I probably should.”

“Are you and Sunwoo exclusive? Is that what's causing this sudden panic?”

“Wha— did you— oh.”

“Oh?” Hyunjae leans down ever so slightly closer to Eric’s face, “Sunwoo tell you how I caught you on Tuesday? I must say… bold of you to get your throat fucked in the living room.” He teases again. 

Eric tries to hide his face again but Hyunjae tightens his grip.

“Eric…” Hyunjae nearly whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Can I—“

“Yes.”

The chuckle that escapes Hyunjae sends shivers down Eric’s spine, “I didn’t even ask the question.”

“Just fucking kiss me.” 

Hyunjae leans down fully, storing his body weight on his forearm to capture Eric in an immediately heated kiss. It’s rough. Teeth clashing, spit dribbling down his chin due to the sloppiness, everything about this kiss just makes him want to learn more about Hyunjae and Kevin in this context. When Hyunjae finally releases his wrist, his hands fly to tangle in Hyunjae’s curly hair earning him a low noise of appreciation. 

Hyunjae shifts to wedge one knee between Eric’s legs. He slides a hand under Eric’s shirt, holding onto his waist tightly. The younger immediately starts grinding against his thigh and drags Hyunjae back into a kiss. 

“You’re a needy puppy today, huh?” Sunwoo calls from the doorway, “One mention of our other roommates fucking and you needed a taste?”

“Sunwoo,” Eric whines as Hyunjae starts littering kisses down his throat, “I need—“

“Kevin hyung!” Sunwoo calls before Eric can finish his plea.

Kevin casually strolls down the hall, looking at his phone. A whimper escapes Eric when Hyunjae bites a sensitive spot, making Kevin snap his head up from the device.

“Oh? Is this finally happening?” 

“Need you,” Eric gasps as Hyunjae sucks a small mark into his collarbone.

“Don’t forget whose thigh you’re getting off on.” Hyunjae says softly against his ear.

“Need all of you… please hyungs?”

Sunwoo chuckles, pulling Kevin into the room with him, “I can’t say no to such a sweet puppy, can I?”

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[daisyvisions]

Lend a Helping Hand - (kv.m)

➺ Pairing - gym spotter!Kevin x fem!gynmast reader

➺ Summary - Rule number one in the gym: “Never fall in love with your teammate”. But it doesn’t count if he helps you in more ways than one, right?

➺ Word Count - 2.2K

➺ Warnings - Smut (18+, minors DNI), gym spotter!Kevin, fingering, sexual massaging, lots and lots of sexual tension, strength kink if you squint, soft!dom tendencies (?), reader’s got a crush on Kevin (and vice versa), cursing, some jealousy, pet names (sweetheart, baby), mentions of boners, inaccurate mentions of a gymnast’s life most likely, let me know if I missed anything!

➺ Author’s note - late birthday gift for the one and only Kevin Moon! Been sitting in the WIPs for months now. Please know I’m not a gymnast nor do I have vast knowledge on the sport, so if there are any errors… just ignore them. I got inspired by a video I saw and just had to write about it (definitely wasn’t thinking of Kevin’s arms flexing too in the process 🥴) Prompts 5,55,66 were used from this list! Proofread once.

➺ Taglist: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers

Thinking about gym spotter!Kevin, who you end up meeting for the first time during practice.

Your usual gym spotter had sprained his arm the other day and because you didn’t have the time to wait for him to fully heal (since the competition was a few weeks away), your coach decided to pull in a substitute for you instead.

At first you didn’t really pay attention to him as you enter the gym. You were too focused on perfecting your routine that you immediately zoned out everything around you. It was the qualifying round for nationals, so you had to keep your head in the game no matter what.

But as you accidentally miss a step while doing your routine, you nearly fall off the beam almost land the wrong way. As your heart starts beating rapidly while your life flashes before your eyes, a strong pair of arms were able to luckily catch you just in time before the fall.

“Hey are you okay? Are you hurt?” His hand cradling your face impulsively as he checks on you. Your heart starts beating fast for an entirely different reason suddenly.

God this guy was really hot! Wait a minute… Who the hell is this guy?

“I-I’m fine.” You stutter. “Thanks for catching me.”

“Anytime.” He gently smiles back at you, his hand still cradling the side of your cheek as his free arm holds you tightly around the waist.

You couldn’t help but quickly gawk at the size of this arms as he pulls away and helps you get up, his muscles flexing naturally under the lights you had to make sure you weren’t drooling right in front of him.

“Sorry, what was your name again?” You ask as you try to divert any intrusive thoughts taking over.

“Kevin, you sub spotter-” He gives you a firm handshake. “-didn’t get to introduce myself earlier since you were wearing headphones.”

“My bad, a habit of mine before I practice.” You answer sheepishly. You don’t know why you’re getting shy all of a sudden around Kevin. Your usual spotter was just as good looking as he was so you should’ve been immune to Kevin’s natural charm instantly. But then it clicks… It’s because he’s exactly your type.

No, you can’t do this. You mentally snap out of it. The first rule you told yourself from day one was to never ever fall in love with your teammate.

You have to focus on winning and making it to the top, nothing else but that. But you realize that rule you made for yourself gets harder to follow as the days go by with Kevin around. As you got to know and spend more time with him, you discover how well you two actually get along, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter every single time and harder to resist him entirely.

But of course, with every little crush a girl has comes the ugly green monster out of nowhere, especially now as it hovers over your shoulder while you watch Kevin spot for another gymmate of yours from afar. Your eyes seething with jealousy as his hands expertly grab her waist, or the way she looks at him with that look.

C’mon, get it together, you mentally slap yourself. You can’t be acting or thinking like this at all! Not when the competition is just a few days away. You shake your head, trying to not give into your emotions and focus on practicing your routine again.

As your body follows to the rhythm of your routine, you couldn’t help but hear your gymmate’s flirtatious giggle at Kevin, distracting you from landing properly as you miss an important step. A loud thud echoes throughout the gymnasium as your body falls to the ground rather harshly.

Your shriek of pain reaches Kevin’s ears at an instant, his head snapping at your direction before he sprints your way. He doesn’t hesitate to scoop you in his arms, carrying you bridal style and moving swiftly as he rushes you to the infirmary.

Just his luck, the nurse happened to be taking her break so he decides to take care of the situation himself and lay you down at the nearest vacant bed. He tries his best to console you while he gently asks you what happened and what parts of your body hurt. You attempt to reassure him that you’re alright, but with the held back tears in your eyes it was obvious you weren’t okay at all.

“Please, tell me where it hurts.” Kevin’s concerned voice tugging at your heartstrings.

“No, you’re going to laugh-” You try to hide your face.

“Sweetheart, I promise you I won't. I want to help you.” The nickname flying over your head as you try to calm down.

“Fine.” You sigh. “It’s a good thing I landed on my ass instead of my head. But now it hurts real bad.” You let out a hiss as you try to adjust your position.

“Lie on your stomach. Let me try to massage it out alright?”

“O-okay.” You stutter as you slowly flip to your other side, letting out another sigh as you get into a comfortable position.

“Just a sec, let me find a lotion that can help soothe the ache.” You hear Kevin’s footsteps walking to the other side of the room, searching for the muscle ointment. As soon as he walks back, you feel the pads of his fingers press down on your lower back.

“Does it hurt here?” He asks and you shake your head in response.

“How about here?” The pressure of his fingers now moving on top of your tailbone.

“A little, but I think it might be lower than that.” You reply.

Then suddenly you feel the heel of his palm pressing on your ass cheek. You let out a mix of a moan and a groan as you start to feel the ache of the pain but at the same time how warm his hand feels on you right now.

Out of all days to be wearing your most revealing body suit to practice it had to be today…

“Y-yeah right there…” You croak, trying your best not to moan.

“Got it. Is it alright if I massage you here?” Kevin asks. God he’s such a gentleman, the way his hands feel on you and his soothing voice make your face feel like it’s on fire.

“S-sure. Go ahead.”

Kevin opens the bottle, squeezing the liquid onto his palms and rubbing his hands together before gently placing them on your skin. The cold liquid spreading on your skin makes you slightly jolt at first, but you later ease into it as Kevin slowly works his hands on your lower part of your glutes.

Your eyes flutter shut, finally relaxing as you feel the pain slowly going away (his hands are really something else…)

“I'm gonna lift your body suit a bit to get a better coverage is that alright?” Kevin asks for your consent again before going any further.

“Yes, just do what you need to do.” You mindlessly let out a sigh of content.

His hands start kneading your skin, making sure he’s really massaging those pain points but at the same time trying to get you to relax. He noticed how tense you were since you entered the gym this morning, thinking of ways to get your mind relaxed before the competition.

This wasn't the ideal scenario he had in mind but the way your eyebrows start to relax tells him this was more than alright.

And it didn’t help that you were moaning under his touch. Every sound you made had his cock slightly twitching with need while he continues to massage your sensitive muscles. He doesn’t know how long he can stay composed, especially with how your skin feels so soft beneath his calloused hands.

As the heel of Kevin’s palm presses against a particular spot on your skin, you involuntarily let out a deep groan.

“Fuck, right there Kev. Keep going.” You don’t realize the impact of how you sound as you say these words to him, his throat drying up each second that passes as he tries to hold back from letting out any involuntary moans of his own.

He continues to massage that spot, the one right below your ass cheek. His fingers go deeper between your inner thighs, the heat from your core radiating off you so much that he could feel it at the tips of his fingers.

He’s so tempted to rip your body suit in half and bury his face in-between, running his tongue against your skin until he goes straight into your-

“Feels so good Kevin.” You whine.

“Yeah? You like it when I massage you there?” He slightly teases.

“Mhm.”

“Good. You’ve been so stressed lately-” Kevin’s voice goes one octave lower than normal. “Been wanting to make you feel better these past few days.” His fingers inch closer to your sex as he says these words, making your breath hitch.

“W-want me to make you feel better?” His now sultry voice oozing into your ears. You’ve been trying your best not to squirm under his touch since you got you into this position, but right now all you can think about is hands roaming and massaging your entire body.

Gym rules be damned. You need him and his fingers in your right this second or else you might just explode.

“God yes, please. Touch me Kevin.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Kevin continues to tease you a bit with his current massage pattern until his hand starts inserting between your inner thighs, the pads of his fingers grazing the covered entrance of your cunt. He slowly pulls the panties of your suit to the side, slipping a finger between your folds as he finds you sensitive bud.

“Fuck- baby you’re so wet.” He hisses at the immediate contact. You do nothing but moan in response, trying to subtly grind yourself on his finger.

“Tsk, impatient now are we?” Kevin catches you.

“Don’t worry I got you.” You suddenly feel the warmth of his body hovering over you.

“Let me take care of you yeah? I’ll do the work.” His bottom lip brushing against the shell of your ear before he inserts two fingers inside your wet heat, slowly curling them in and out of you until he starts to pick up the pace.

You try bury your face against the pillow you've been lying down on, muffling down your moans of pleasure as the squelching noise of you being fingered echo through the room.

“Mm I can do this all day-” Kevin mumbles under his breath as he watches his fingers fuck your entrance.

“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”

“Yes! Please!” You whine out. “Moreeee-” Your words start to slur before they get caught in your throat as you gasp, feeling Kevin stretching you out by adding another finger inside you.

“You’re doing so good for me baby.” He praises you.

“Please, please, please-” You beg, “Am so close.”

“Yeah? Wanna cum on my fingers is that it?”

“Uh-huh” You grip the pillow for dear life as three fingers continue to pound into you. He can feel the wetness of your cunt growing by the second, your walls fluttering tighter around his digits as you get closer to your high.

Kevin leans forward, his lips close to your ear once more. “Let go sweetheart, I got you.”

And just like that, a gush of warm liquid flows onto his fingers as you scream into the pillow. Your essence dripping onto his hand as he slowly pulls out his fingers from your entrance. He stares at the the pearlescent coat on his fingers in awe, inspecting it like it’s a national treasure.

As you slowly turn your head to face him, you catch him sucking at his cum coated fingers, letting out a near animalistic growl as he tastes you on his tongue.

“Looks like you’ve got me all hot and bothered.” Kevin chuckles as he looks down to see the outline of his rock hard boner beneath his gym shorts.

“Y-you need some help with that?” You playfully tease him.

“After the competition. Can’t have you too distracted now can we?” He smiles back at you as he helps you flip over onto your back, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. You pout in response, making Kevin find you cuter than ever.

“Alright, how about this… Let me massage you one more time after practice at my place-” His face going dangerously closer to yours. “And if you nail your qualifiers I'll take you out on a proper date. Deal?”

You suddenly give him a mischievous smile in return as your hand runs down from his abs down to his hard cock, teasing him as you lightly tug on his length. A surge of confidence suddenly running through your veins at his reaction.

“Deal.”

[slytherinshua]

DECKS THE HALLS : slytherinshua's holiday/3000 follower event.

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note : so we are not quite at 3000 followers yet BUT we are 19 away as i type this (now officially surpassed 3k!!!!!!!!), so i decided to just post this event not as a joint holiday and milestone celebration because i'm super excited about this !! thank you so much for 3k, i love every single one of you and hope that you will enjoy participating in this event and reading the fics that come out of it 🥹🥹🥹

rules : pick 1 idol from the list below along with 1 prompt. the idol list is organized in group name alphabetical order for easy navigation. after you have picked your idol and prompt, send in an ask with your request (ex. taehyun with #1, fresh flowers). i will cross off both lists as the requests fill up (no duplicate idols or prompts will be accepted, and no requests with multiple prompts listed will be accepted). a drabble will be written for as many requests as i can handle. you are welcome to send in multiple requests, but be aware that not all may be able to be completed. (i would appreciate if second requests be sent in a separate ask from the first ones so it's easy to keep track of). with all that being said, thank you so much for 3000 followers i love you all <3

disclaimer : there may not be every idol from a group on the list. this is either because i don't feel as confident writing for them, or i'm simply not as inspired to write for them as other members. it is not because i love the member less than the others.

ampers&one - na kamden, choi jiho, mackiah mercer, or kim seungmo

astro - lee dongmin, park minhyuk, or yoon sanha

cix - kim yonghee, bae jinyoung, or yoon hyunsuk

lucy - shin yechan, choi sangyeop, jo wonsang, or shin gwangil

mcnd - song minjae, no huijun, or bang junhyuk

nct wish - oh sion or kim daeyoung

nomad - hong doeui, shin kangsu, or jeong junho

onf - kim hyojin, lee changyun, lee seungjun, shim jaeyoung, park minkyun, or mizuguchi yuto

seventeen - wen junhui, jeon wonwoo, or xu minghao

sf9 - kim youngbin, lee jaeyoon, lee sanghyuk, baek juho, kim seokwoo, yoo taeyang or kim youngkyun

the boyz - kim younghoon, jacob bae, kevin moon, or choi chanhee

tomorrow x together - choi yeonjun, kang taehyun, or hueningkai

tws - shin junghwan, han zhen, or han jihoon

verivery - lee dongheon, jo gyehyeon, ju yeonho, kim yongseung, or yoo kangmin

victon - han seungwoo, kang seungsik, lim sejun, choi byungchan, or jung subin

wayv - qian kun, ten lee, or liu yangyang

&team - koga yudai, byun euijoo, nakakita yuma, asakura jo, takayama riki, or hirota riki

1 - fresh flowers

2 - sprigs of lavender

3 - folded laundry

4 - crackling fireplace

5 - bright snow

6 - shining northern lights

7 - minty breath

8 - smudged lipstick

9 - matching rings

10 - pastel sundresses

11 - wet swimsuits

12 - hand-knitted hats

13 - ripped boxing gloves

14 - matching tattoos

15 - unspoken promises

16 - dry aged wine

17 - freshly brewed coffee

18 - burnt toast

19 - smooth piano keys

20 - tear stains on a pillow

21 - warmth of skin

22 - gleaming gemstones

23 - ointments and bandages

24 - scarred hands

25 - cuts and bruises

26 - a sharp sword

27 - a rusty dagger

28 - a torn dress

29 - a velvet suit

30 - a stolen jersey

31 - a scuffed motorcycle helmet

32 - a computer screen’s light reflected onto skin

33 - a closet under the stairs

34 - a comforting embrace

35 - a hand-written birthday card

36 - a spell unknowingly cast

37 - a secret heir to the throne

38 - a hot bullet

39 -a favour done in secret

40 - a flood of memories once forgotten

41 - a flushed face and breathless body

42 - a hint of perfume

43 - an empty basketball court lit by street lights

44 - soap suds slipping down one’s shoulder

45 - combing a hand through one’s hair

46 - arms clasped around one’s waist

47 - hands chilly from the cold

48 - thumbs running over one’s jawline

49 - rain running down a cold cheek

50 - knots worked out of one’s shoulder

51 - waking up from a bad dream

52 - huddling under one blanket together

completed fics :

1 - hueningkai + gleaming gemstones

2 - wonwoo + arms clasped around one's waist

3 - jun + thumbs running over one's jawline

4 - jo + bright snow

5 - sangyeop + scarred hands

6 - minghao + a scuffed motorcycle helmet

7 - euijoo + a stolen jersey

8 - yudai + rain running down a cold cheek

9 - kangmin + a hot bullet

10 - yangyang + matching tattoos

11 - mackiah + pastel sundresses

12 - kamden + a favour done in secret

13 - sion + waking up from a bad dream

14 - hanjin + ointments and bandages

15 - jinyoung + smudged lipstick

16 - jihoon + a comforting embrace

17 - sanha + hand knitted hat

18 - yeonjun + folded laundry

19 - yuto + warmth of skin

20 - younghoon + combing a hand through one's hair

21 - jaeyoon + knots worked out of one's shoulders

22 - junho + wet swimsuits

23 - shinyu + burnt toast

[hcuyk]

[ 18+ ] . . . . . . . . will the inferno rekindle?

[ OUR INFERNO ] WORD COUNT : THREAD

OUR INFERNO elaborates the complexities within a relationship—the spark, the blaze, the pain. your love with hyunjae is a never ending fire; it's something so strong, so beautiful and powerful, that it suffocates you both into believing that your relationship would last, only for it to go down in flames.

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