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pandacherryblossoms · 1 month ago

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𐙚 The CrewOne Cooking For You - Soft Hours 𐙚

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Genre: Fluff, Slight Humor

Geonu

It was supposed to be a chill night in. No glam, no plans—just Geonu insisting he was going to cook for you like a “real boyfriend.” You weren’t sure whether to feel honored or concerned.

He greeted you at the door with a proud grin, already wearing an apron with a cartoon bear on it. “I’ve got this,” he announced confidently. “You just relax.”

Relaxing was hard when, ten minutes in, he was cursing under his breath, scraping what looked like burnt onions out of a pan. You peeked into the kitchen and saw flour on the floor, noodles hanging halfway out of the pot, and what might’ve been tomato sauce splattered on the wall.

“Geonu—”

“Don’t panic,” he said quickly. “This is… part of the process.”

You leaned against the counter, trying not to laugh as he dumped something suspiciously chunky into a bowl. “Did the sauce just separate?”

He gave you a look. “It’s rustic.”

You bit your lip to keep from giggling. “Babe, that pasta looks like it’s been through something.”

“Okay, yes, it might be slightly overcooked. But it’s made with love,” he said, handing you a plate and looking far too proud of the mess.

You took a small bite. Chewed slowly. “Well. You definitely made something.”

He groaned, throwing his head back, but you saw the way he lit up when you leaned over and kissed his cheek.

“It’s terrible,” you teased gently, “but I love it. You’re cute when you try.”

He let out a breathy laugh, eyes crinkling. “Next time, you’re helping.”

You poked his side. “Next time, we’re ordering in.”

But later, curled up on the couch eating takeout and wiping flour off his nose, you knew you’d remember this night more fondly than any perfect meal. It wasn’t about the food—it was the effort. And the way he looked at you like you were the reward.

Lim Jimin

When Jimin said he wanted to make dinner for you, you expected something simple—maybe ramen with an egg on top. What you didn’t expect was to walk into his place and smell garlic, butter, and something baking in the oven.

He met you at the door wearing a fitted black apron, his hair pushed back messily and a soft smile playing on his lips. “Welcome to my humble kitchen,” he said, his voice warm and slightly proud. “I hope you’re hungry.”

You stepped inside and were immediately floored. The dining table was set with real silverware, a candle flickering between two plates. From the kitchen came the sound of soft music and something sizzling on the stove.

“You did all this?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not a five-star meal, but I figured you deserved something better than takeout for once.”

When you sat down and took your first bite, you stared at him like he was magic. The food was actually good—tender chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, and roasted vegetables that still had a bite to them.

“Jimin, this is amazing,” you said, genuinely stunned. “When did you learn to cook like this?”

“I had to learn something while missing you,” he replied softly, giving your hand a squeeze across the table. “Figured it’d be worth it if it made you smile.”

You felt warmth flood your chest as you smiled at him, barely able to stop yourself from leaning over the table to kiss him. He met you halfway.

After dinner, you helped him wash the dishes, sleeves rolled up and shoulder-to-shoulder, laughing as he accidentally splashed soap bubbles onto your shirt.

And later, when he pulled you into his lap on the couch, hands warm against your waist and his voice soft in your ear, you realized this wasn’t just a cute date—it felt like home. Like something you could come back to over and over.

Bain

You woke up to the softest kind of morning—the air still cool, sunlight leaking in through the curtains, and the faintest scent of cinnamon pulling you out of bed.

Down the hall, Bain was already in the kitchen. He was wearing a loose hoodie and plaid pajama pants, barefoot and humming under his breath. The sight made your chest ache a little. His hair was slightly messy, and his smile only widened when he saw you leaning on the doorframe.

“Perfect timing,” he said, sliding the last slice of golden brown French toast onto a plate. “I was just about to come wake you up.”

“You made breakfast?” you asked, surprised and a little shy at the domesticity of it all.

“I wanted today to start soft for you,” he said simply. “No stress. Just sweetness.”

He plated everything with care—warm toast, sliced strawberries, a drizzle of honey instead of syrup. You both sat at the kitchen table, legs brushing under the wood, a quiet calm settling around you like a blanket. He kept looking at you between bites, eyes crinkling every time you smiled at the food.

“This is really good, Bain,” you said mid-chew.

He reached over to brush a crumb from your lip, thumb lingering just a second too long. “You deserve soft mornings like this. Always.”

After breakfast, he tugged you back to the couch, arms wrapped around you as you curled up against his chest. The plates sat forgotten in the sink. Time moved slow, and Bain made it feel like forever was something easy to reach for.

Siwoo

Siwoo wasn’t playing around. The second he stepped into your kitchen, he took control like it was a performance. Music on. Sleeves rolled up. Knife skills that were suspiciously good.

“Sit,” he told you, gesturing to the stool by the counter. “Let me spoil you.”

You raised a brow, amused. “You’re kind of intense about this.”

“It’s called effort, babe,” he said, already chopping vegetables with smooth, practiced motions. “You cook for me all the time. I’ve been planning this for weeks.”

Watching Siwoo in the kitchen was unexpectedly hot—focused, efficient, but still very much himself. He kept glancing at you like he was checking if you were impressed, then smirking every time he caught you staring.

The meal came together fast—creamy risotto with grilled chicken and roasted veggies on the side. The kind of dish that looked way too fancy to have been made in your kitchen.

When he finally set the plate in front of you, you blinked. “You did this?”

“From scratch.” He leaned in, bracing a hand on the counter beside you. “Try it.”

You took a bite. Your eyes widened. “Siwoo. This is restaurant-level.”

“I know,” he said with a proud tilt of his head. “But I’m not feeding just anyone.”

You laughed, cheeks warm. He was cocky, sure—but there was softness underneath it. The way he brushed your hair behind your ear while you ate. How he took your plate afterward and insisted on cleaning up without letting you move.

Later, when you ended up on the couch together—your head on his lap, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your arm—he whispered, “Next time, dessert.”

And somehow, you knew he didn’t just mean food.

The moment you smelled something burning, you knew Doyum was up to something.

You walked into the kitchen cautiously, only to find him staring at a smoking pan with genuine confusion. “Okay,” he said slowly, “that was supposed to be an egg.”

You blinked. “What were you even making?”

“Breakfast,” he said proudly. “I wanted to surprise you. Like—wake up to a hot meal, fall in love all over again, domestic vibes, you know?”

You looked down at the evidence: a tragically scorched egg, toast that had been buttered before toasting, and a cup of orange juice filled to the brim like he’d never poured a drink before in his life.

“…I’m flattered.”

He gave you a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, it’s a mess. But it’s a cute mess, right?”

You laughed, reaching for him and tugging him by the wrist. “Come on, sit. I’ll handle the real food.”

“No, wait—I can still redeem myself,” he said quickly, bumping into you in the process and nearly knocking over the juice. “Just… give me, like, one more shot.”

“You already burned water yesterday.”

“Water is deceptive,” he argued, dead serious. “You don’t see it boiling until it’s too late.”

Despite yourself, you were giggling uncontrollably by the time he gave up and settled into a chair, watching you with stars in his eyes as you whipped up something edible.

And once you finally set the plates down and sat across from him, Doyum reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. “I might suck at cooking,” he said, “but I’d mess up breakfast for you every day if it means starting my morning like this.”

Sangwoo

“Okay, so hypothetically,” Sangwoo said from the kitchen, “if you put metal in the microwave—like, just a little—how bad would that be?”

You bolted upright from the couch. “Sangwoo, what did you do?”

By the time you got there, the microwave was open, a metal spoon lying guiltily beside a bowl of half-melted instant mac and cheese. “It sparked a little,” he admitted. “But the pasta’s fine!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Were you trying to impress me or kill us both?”

“I was trying to be helpful,” he said, flashing you a charming grin that barely masked his embarrassment. “And technically, there was no fire. So, I think we’re still ahead.”

You sighed and took over without a word. He pouted like a kicked puppy, arms folded as he watched you remake the meal. “I just wanted to do something nice,” he muttered.

“You did,” you said gently. “You made me laugh.”

He perked up at that, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist. “Even if I’m a disaster?”

“Especially because you’re a disaster.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder, swaying you gently as you stirred the pot. “You know, I’d totally survive the apocalypse if you were there to cook for me.”

You glanced back at him with a smirk. “Let’s just survive dinner first.”

By the time you sat down to eat together—his leg brushing yours under the table, his grin ever-present—you kind of forgot about the near-explosion. He might not be a chef, but he had something better: heart, effort, and the way he made you feel like even the worst mac and cheese came with love.

Junseok

“Do not come in here!”

That was the first thing you heard when you stepped into the kitchen. Junseok stood at the stove like a man defeated, hair flopping into his eyes, a towel tossed over one shoulder like he was hosting a cooking show—except the counter was covered in chaos.

You froze. “…What happened?”

He turned to you with the most tragic expression you’d ever seen. “Babe,” he said gravely, “the pasta betrayed me.”

You blinked. “How—how does pasta betray—”

“I followed the directions!” he insisted, waving the empty box like it held answers. “Boil water. Add pasta. Stir occasionally. I did all that! But look!” He pointed at the pot, which was bubbling over slightly. “This is sabotage!”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “You just… put too much in. That’s all.”

Junseok groaned like he’d been personally wronged by the universe. “I was making you a romantic dinner! Candles! Music! A mood! And now it’s all ruined because I thought an entire box of pasta would be fine for two people!”

You walked over, wrapped your arms around his waist, and leaned your head against his back. “It’s not ruined. It’s actually kind of perfect.”

He turned in your arms, looking at you like you were the only person in the world. “You’re just saying that because you love me.”

“I am. And I do.”

Junseok sighed dramatically, pressing his forehead against yours. “Then I guess we’ll survive this… pasta-pocalypse. Together.”

And when you ended up eating slightly-too-soggy noodles on the floor with flickering candles and his playlist still playing in the background, it felt kind of perfect anyway.

Junmin

Junmin didn’t say much when you walked into the kitchen. He didn’t need to. His soft smile and the way he handed you a warm mug of tea said enough.

“I made something,” he said quietly, motioning toward the stove. “It’s not fancy, but…”

The smell was amazing—comforting, rich, and a little nostalgic. “What is it?”

“Soup,” he said simply. “My mom’s recipe. She used to make it for me when I was tired or having a hard day.”

You looked at him, heart tugging at the tenderness in his voice. “You think I’m having a hard day?”

“I just wanted you to feel taken care of.”

He ladled the soup into bowls and joined you at the table, sitting close, knees touching. The food was simple but warm and full of love—like him.

You noticed how he kept glancing at you as you ate, checking for your reaction without drawing attention to it. When you gave him a soft “This is really good,” his whole face lit up.

Junmin didn’t need big gestures. The way he leaned forward to brush your hair from your face, the quiet “you’ve been doing so well lately” he whispered when you were mid-bite—that was how he loved.

Later, when you curled up on the couch together under one blanket, your head on his chest, he whispered, “I like cooking for you. Even if it’s just soup.”

And you whispered back, “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Hyunjun

You found Hyunjun in the kitchen, focused and quiet, a little frown of concentration on his face as he carefully chopped vegetables. He didn’t notice you at first—his playlist was low, the soft sound of guitar filtering through the air.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a small smile. “You’re working hard.”

He startled just a bit, then looked over with a grin that made your chest warm. “I wanted to have dinner ready before you got tired.”

You stepped closer. “What are you making?”

He motioned to the cutting board. “Stir-fry. It’s simple, but I like making it for you.”

You wrapped your arms around him from behind, resting your cheek against his shoulder. “I like anything you make.”

He laughed softly, setting the knife down and covering your hands with his. “You always say that, even when I mess up.”

“Because you make it with love,” you said, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Later, you sat on the floor together with the food spread out in front of you. He insisted on feeding you a bite first, cheeks pink when you leaned forward dramatically just to tease him.

“This is your best one yet,” you said genuinely, licking your lips. “You’re getting too good at this.”

He gave you the gentlest look, like you’d just told him he hung the moon. “I just like the way you smile when you eat my food.”

And when you ended up tangled together on the couch, full and happy and quiet in each other’s warmth, you thought maybe this was your favorite kind of love—quiet, steady, and home.

Rakwon

The smoke alarm went off before you even made it to the kitchen.

You sprinted in, coughing, and waved a towel wildly at the ceiling while Rakwon stood there holding a frying pan like it had personally betrayed him.

“I swear,” he said over the blaring beep, “this was going fine five minutes ago.”

You finally managed to shut the alarm off and turned to face him. “Were you trying to deep-fry bacon?!”

“No?” he tried. Then added, “…Maybe a little.”

You looked at the stove. There were splatters everywhere. You couldn’t even tell what the original plan was. Something egg-adjacent? A pancake attempt? It was chaos.

“Okay, step away from the stove,” you said firmly.

He obeyed, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was trying to surprise you!”

“You surprised me, alright.”

“I wanted to be cute!” he pouted, flopping onto a stool and resting his chin in his hand. “Everyone else is always making their partner breakfast and looking all boyfriend-y, and I’m just… a hazard.”

You walked over and gently pulled him to his feet. “You are boyfriend-y. And very cute. And now you’re going to sit and keep me company while I make something before the house catches fire.”

Rakwon grinned, resting his chin on your shoulder as you got started. “Next time, I’m buying you breakfast instead.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Deal. Just… maybe leave the stove alone.”

But when you passed him a bite later and he made a big show of dramatically groaning at how good it was, you couldn’t help but laugh. Even if he was a walking kitchen disaster, he was your disaster.

Seunghwan

“Don’t look yet!”

You paused mid-step in the hallway. “Why?”

“Because I’m plating it and it’s supposed to look like one of those Pinterest posts!”

You bit back a laugh but stayed where you were. From the kitchen came the sound of rapid movement, the clatter of plates, and a very frustrated sigh. Then: “Okay. Now you can come in.”

You walked in to find Seunghwan standing proudly behind the counter, arms wide. “Ta-da!”

The pancakes were a little lopsided, one looked suspiciously burned on the bottom, and there were way too many strawberries piled on top—but it was… endearing.

“Did you make all this?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “For you.”

Your chest swelled. “It looks perfect.”

He smiled so big his eyes disappeared. “Really? Even though I may or may not have dropped one on the floor and had to start over?”

You walked over and hugged him around the waist. “Especially because of that.”

You ended up sitting side by side, legs bumping under the table, sharing pancakes and laughing when syrup ended up on your nose and he tried to kiss it off. And when the plates were empty and you were full of both food and affection, he tugged you into his lap on the couch and wrapped his arms around you like he never wanted to let go.

“You make my heart feel like breakfast,” he said randomly.

You blinked. “What does that even mean?”

He grinned. “Warm and sweet and like I want to wake up next to you forever.”

Yeonkyu

You weren’t sure what woke you up first—the smell or the sound. Pots clinking softly, the faint shuffle of feet, and something warm and buttery drifting through the air.

When you stepped into the kitchen, Yeonkyu froze. He was standing at the stove, wearing one of your aprons (that he’d definitely tied too tight), spatula in hand. His ears turned red immediately.

“I was… going to bring it to you in bed,” he said quietly.

You blinked. “You cooked for me?”

He gave a tiny nod. “I wanted to try. I watched a bunch of videos last night.”

You looked at the table. There was an omelet—slightly overcooked on one side—a plate of toast with way too much butter, and orange slices he’d cut into perfect little wedges.

Your heart ached in the best way.

“It looks amazing,” you said, walking over to press a kiss to his cheek. He turned even redder.

“I didn’t want it to be perfect,” he mumbled, “just… mine.”

He pulled out a chair for you, then sat beside you silently, watching as you took your first bite. His shoulders relaxed the second you smiled.

“It’s sweet,” you said, swallowing. “Like you.”

“I forgot salt,” he admitted.

You laughed and reached for his hand. “It’s perfect anyway.”

You ate while he stayed close, resting his head on your shoulder between bites, clearly more focused on you than the food. And when you were done, he quietly cleaned up before coming back to wrap his arms around your waist.

“I want to get better at it,” he whispered into your hair. “So I can always take care of you.”

And just like that, your whole morning was filled with warmth that had nothing to do with breakfast.

Wonbin

Wonbin didn’t say much as he moved around the kitchen, but there was something about the way he did it. Calm, patient—like he wasn’t just making food, but putting little pieces of himself into it.

You sat at the counter, watching him. “You’re making dinner?”

He nodded, focused on flipping something in the pan. “I thought it’d be nice. You’ve been working hard lately.”

You smiled softly, feeling your heart settle. “You’re too good to me.”

He looked up with a soft smile of his own, but quickly turned his attention back to the food. “I like taking care of you. Besides, it’s not anything fancy.”

The smell of garlic and spices started to fill the air, and you could hear the sizzle of the pan as he continued to work. Every now and then, you’d catch him glancing over at you with that little smile like he couldn’t wait to see your reaction.

Finally, he plated the food and set it down in front of you. The presentation was simple, but the colors were beautiful—everything looked like it was made with care.

“Dinner’s ready,” he said softly, sitting beside you and looking at you with soft eyes. “I hope you like it.”

You took the first bite, then looked up at him with a grin. “It’s perfect.”

He relaxed back in his seat, relieved. “Really?”

“Really,” you said, reaching over to take his hand. “It’s exactly what I wanted.”

Wonbin squeezed your hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of it. “As long as you’re happy.”

And as you ate together, chatting softly and sharing little smiles, you realized that with him, the simplest things felt like the most precious.

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all-about-kyu · 11 months ago

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆: 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄’𝒔 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒖 𝑬𝒓𝒂

Summary: After doing a videos to do promotions for your upcoming album, your group mate tells you about a new side of the internet. You have no idea the chaos you and your group mates cause.

Tropes: idol x fan, strangers to lovers, gender bend au

Genre: humor, smut, fluff

Rating: R 18+

Warnings: language, crude humor, implications/mentions of sex, nsfw rpf/art twitter, mentions of kissing, playful/unserious delulu stan behavior, hyunjoon flirting, bullying as a love language, mentions of abo

Smut Warnings: none for this chapter!

Word Count: n/a

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Chapter 4 ➔ Masterlist ➔ Chapter 6

Networks: @kwritersworld @k-vanity

Tag List: @raibebe

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squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame · 3 months ago

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Love At First Sight

summary: How they fell inlove with you (Cho Hyun-Ju, Thanos, Nam-Gyu, Gyeong-Seok, Young-il, Gi-Hun, Dae-Ho, Sang-woo, Min-Su) + (roh jae won, San and, Kim Seo-Wan)

HYUN-JU

Hyun-Ju never believed in love at first sight. It sounded too dramatic, too much like something out of a movie. But then, she saw you.

It was nothing special, really—just a café on a rainy afternoon. You sat by the window, absentmindedly stirring your drink, your fingers tapping lightly against the ceramic mug. Your hair was slightly damp from the drizzle outside, and when you looked up, your eyes met hers.

Hyun-Ju had been reaching for a napkin, but her hand froze midair. Her heart skipped��no, slammed—against her ribs.

You smiled at her. Just a small, polite smile, one you probably didn’t think twice about. But to Hyun-Ju, it was everything. It was warmth. It was home.

She barely heard the barista calling her name for her order. Her world had narrowed to you. And just like that, she was gone.

THANOS

Choi Su-Bong wasn’t the type to get distracted. He was steady, grounded—his friends even joked that nothing could shake him. But then he saw you.

It was a crowded street, people rushing past in the late afternoon glow. You were just another face in the crowd, laughing at something on your phone, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

And yet, the world shifted.

Su-Bong stopped mid-step, brows furrowing. It wasn’t just attraction—it was gravity.

Like the universe had pulled him into your orbit before he even had a choice.

You didn’t notice him, too caught up in your own moment, but Su-Bong noticed everything—the curve of your lips, the crinkle at the corners of your eyes, the way the golden light caught in your hair.

For the first time in his life, he felt unsteady. And he hated that.

So naturally, he did what any self-respecting man would do.

He made his way over. Cleared his throat. And introduced himself, no rapping, no cockiness. Just him. He wasn't high, but he felt like it.

And with a deep breath, he asked for your phone number

NAM-GYU

Nam-Gyu wasn’t the type to believe in clichés. Love at first sight? Ridiculous. He barely believed in love at all.

And yet, when he saw you, he forgot how to breathe. It was stupid. You weren’t doing anything special—just flipping through a book at the corner of a shop, your lips slightly parted in concentration.

The afternoon light hit you just right, turning the moment into something out of a dream. Nam-Gyu, a man who prided himself on quick wit and easy confidence, stood there like an idiot.

You glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled. He swore he felt the ground shift beneath him.

For the first time in his life, he had no clever remark, no smirk, no way to brush this off. He was done for.

GYEONG-SEOK

Gyeong-Seok had always been careful with his heart. Love wasn’t something he rushed into—it had to be built, brick by brick. But the moment he saw you, all of that logic shattered.

It happened in an instant. You were standing in line at a food stall, laughing as you struggled to balance your drink and wallet at the same time. It was such a simple, ordinary moment, but to him, it felt like the universe had pressed pause.

Then you looked up—right at him. His chest tightened. His breath hitched. And when you gave him a small, sheepish smile, as if to say Oops, you caught me being clumsy, Gyeong-Seok’s fate was sealed.

He had no idea who you were. But somehow, he already knew—he never wanted to look away.

YOUNG-IL/IN HO

Young-Il didn’t believe in love at first sight. He was a man of logic, routine, and carefully laid-out plans.

But when his eyes met yours, all of that structure crumbled in a heartbeat.

It was a quiet evening at a bookstore, the smell of paper and ink thick in the air. He’d been walking past the aisles when he saw you—lost in the pages of a book, your expression so focused yet serene.

The soft light cast over you made it look like you were glowing, as if you belonged in that moment, in that space.

You turned a page, then glanced up, catching him staring. A faint blush colored your cheeks, and you smiled—innocent, warm, and genuine.

Something in Young-Il shifted. He had never been one to believe in fate, but in that moment, he felt like he was staring at it.

For the first time in a long time, he was stunned—by you, by the way his heart raced without permission.

GI-HUN

Gi-Hun never thought he’d be the type to fall for someone at first sight. He had a lot of experience with disappointment, and love? It was more of a gamble than anything else. But then, there you were.

It was a crowded park, families and couples scattered on the grass, the sun beginning to dip low in the sky. Gi-Hun was walking alone, his thoughts more on his own struggles than on anything else, when a laugh cut through the air.

It wasn’t loud or obnoxious—just genuine. Soft, like the sound of wind through trees. He looked up, and there you were, sitting on a bench, the sunlight catching your hair just right. You were laughing at something someone had said, your eyes sparkling with life.

His heart did something strange—an unexpected flutter.

You didn’t even notice him staring. You were too caught up in your own world. But Gi-Hun couldn’t look away. In that moment, everything else seemed irrelevant. The chaos, the losses, the odds stacked against him—they all melted away in the warmth of your smile.

It was ridiculous.

But it felt like he’d won something for the first time in a long while.

DAE-HO

Dae-Ho never expected to feel anything when he saw you. He was quiet, reserved—people rarely made him feel anything more than the ordinary, the mundane. But then, you walked into the room.

It was a late evening at a small café, the kind where the air was thick with the scent of fresh coffee and old books. Dae-Ho had been sitting alone, waiting for his order, when the door swung open and you stepped inside.

You didn’t notice him at first, absorbed in your phone as you approached the counter. But when you finally glanced up, your eyes met his—and for a moment, the world seemed to stop.

There was something about the way your gaze held his, like you weren’t just seeing him, but recognizing him. A brief, fleeting moment, but it made his heart skip in a way he wasn’t prepared for.

You smiled, an innocent thing, and then turned away to grab your coffee, completely unaware of the storm you’d just started inside him.

Dae-Ho sat there for a long time, trying to catch his breath, trying to make sense of the strange pull he felt toward you. It was quiet, unexpected—but it was there, and he couldn’t shake it.

And for the first time in a long while, he didn’t mind being caught off guard.

SANG-WOO

Sang-Woo wasn’t the kind of person who believed in moments of fate. He had lived his life calculating every step, planning every action, and carefully avoiding anything unpredictable. But then, you made him question everything.

It was late in the evening, a storm threatening the horizon. Sang-Woo was walking along the docks, his mind focused on the steady rhythm of the waves crashing against the pier, trying to clear the chaos in his head. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be out there—not with the dark clouds overhead.

But then you appeared.

You were running—no, more like sprinting—toward the edge of the pier, completely oblivious to the wind whipping through the air. A small, out-of-control dog was yanking you forward, barking and pulling on the leash, as you struggled to keep up. The scene was completely out of place on a gloomy evening like this.

Before he even had time to react, the dog darted in front of him, causing him to step back in surprise. You, too, lost your balance, crashing right into him.

Sang-Woo instinctively caught you, his arms wrapping around your waist to steady you.

You froze for a second, looking up into his eyes. A flash of apology, a flicker of something in your gaze—maybe even a slight blush. "Sorry," you stammered, your voice breathless. "I didn’t see you there."

He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had accidentally bumped into him in a way that didn’t feel like an inconvenience. T

here was something about your presence, the way the rain glistened in your hair and how unbothered you were by the chaotic situation. It was... captivating.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked, his voice softer than he intended.

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "Yeah, I’m fine, just... it’s a bit much, huh?"

You smiled at him, a little sheepish, and for a brief moment, Sang-Woo felt like the world had shifted. Not with grand gestures or deep confessions—but with the simplest, most unexpected collision.

As you helped the dog back on its leash and ran off, he stood there, staring after you. He didn’t know why, but something about that random, chaotic encounter felt like the universe had decided to throw him off course.

And for the first time in a long time, Sang-Woo didn’t mind.

MIN-SU

(before he went broke and had good job👍)

Min-Su was always prepared, always on top of things—at least, that’s how he liked to think. Nothing ever threw him off balance. But then, on one of those rare days when he was running late, you happened.

It was at a busy intersection, the kind of place where everyone was rushing to their own destinations, eyes glued to their phones, trying to dodge the chaos. Min-Su was just trying to cross the street, his thoughts consumed with the meeting he was late for, when a commotion ahead caught his attention.

A child had dropped their ice cream cone, and the sticky mess was spreading fast. Without a second thought, you stepped forward, kneeling down to help clean it up, making light conversation with the child and soothing their distressed little face.

It was such an everyday, simple act—except that it completely stopped Min-Su in his tracks.

There was something about the way you effortlessly bent down, your smile softening the situation in an instant, that made the entire scene seem like it was happening in slow motion. The world around him seemed to blur, your kindness standing out like a beacon in the chaos of the city.

He should have kept walking, should have continued to focus on his schedule. But he couldn’t. Not when your laughter, soft and genuine, filled the space around him.

You caught his gaze briefly as you stood up, your eyes meeting his with a flash of warmth and a quiet curiosity. "

All better now," you said with a soft smile, as if nothing extraordinary had just happened. Min-Su felt something stir in him, something unfamiliar and uninvited. He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, he simply nodded, giving a small smile in return.

He finally turned and kept walking, but his mind was no longer on the meeting. It was on you, the woman who had unknowingly captured his attention in the middle of a chaotic, ordinary moment.

And for the first time, Min-Su wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep his life so neatly planned anymore.

ROH JAE WON

Roh Jae-Won didn’t believe in love at first sight. He had his reasons—his life was too chaotic, too unpredictable, filled with the spotlight and constant demands. But then, one quiet evening, everything shifted.

It was a rare night off, and he was sitting alone at a small bar, nursing a glass of whiskey. The low hum of conversation around him was comforting, the dim lighting giving the place an intimate feel. Jae-Won had become so accustomed to being surrounded by people, yet, for once, he found himself craving solitude.

That was until you walked in.

You weren’t anyone he recognized—just another face among the crowd. But there was something about you. The way you carried yourself, the subtle confidence in your steps, the way you laughed when the bartender joked about the drink you ordered.

It was nothing grand, nothing showy—but it caught his attention in a way he hadn’t expected. You weren’t pretending to be someone you weren’t. You just... were.

You glanced around the bar, your gaze briefly locking with his. There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes, but it wasn’t the awe he was used to—no, this was different. You saw him, not as an actor, but as a person. And in that moment, it was like the world had shrunk to just the two of you.

Jae-Won felt a pull, something unspoken. He wasn’t used to people seeing him without the mask of fame, without the expectations. But with you? He could feel it—you understood.

"Hi," you said, approaching him with a warm, easy smile. “I don’t mean to bother you. I just thought... maybe we could talk?”

He smiled back, the weight of the world feeling lighter than it had in ages. "I’d like that," he said, realizing in that moment that sometimes, the most unexpected encounters could make everything else fade away.

CHOI SAN

Choi San was out for a walk, his usual routine when he needed a break from the whirlwind of his life. He wandered aimlessly, his hands tucked into his pockets, the city bustling around him. It was when he rounded a corner that he saw you—sitting on a bench, headphones in, eyes closed, completely lost in the music.

For some reason, he couldn’t look away. You were so in tune with the moment, so peaceful, that he almost felt like an intruder. He lingered for a few seconds, trying not to disturb you, but something urged him to approach.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice cutting through the air.

You opened your eyes and pulled out your headphones, blinking up at him. "Oh, sorry, was I in the way?"

San smiled, shaking his head. "No, not at all. I was just... admiring how calm you looked."

You raised an eyebrow, curious but amused. "Calm? You mean, I'm just zoning out."

He laughed. "Well, maybe that's what I need—zoning out."

You smiled back, and in that brief moment, it was like the world slowed down for San. He hadn’t expected a simple encounter like this to make him feel so... seen.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, already sitting down before you could respond.

And as the two of you sat in comfortable silence, San realized he didn’t need anything else right now—just this simple connection.

SEO-WAN

Seo-Wan had never been one to believe in the ordinary. His world—his reality—was filled with dragons, distant kingdoms, and heroic battles. In this fantasy realm, he was a dragon slayer, a warrior with unmatched strength, fighting for the greater good.

That was, until he saw you.

It wasn’t the way you looked—though he couldn’t deny the way your smile lit up the dimly lit room—it was the way you moved through the corridors of the psychiatric hospital. You didn’t walk with the same weight as the others. You moved with a kind of quiet grace, like someone who belonged in this strange, surreal place.

Seo-Wan didn’t know why, but something about you felt... different.

One day, while "preparing for battle" (as he liked to call his therapy sessions), he saw you sitting alone in the courtyard, reading a book. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden rays on your hair, and for a fleeting second, it felt like you weren’t just sitting there.

You were a princess waiting to be rescued.

He couldn’t help it. His feet moved before he had time to question his actions.

He approached you, his heart beating louder than the swords he wielded in his battles. You looked up, your eyes meeting his with a hint of curiosity, not fear—just like a character in one of his tales. "Hello," you said softly, as though you recognized him, as if his presence here was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Fair maiden," Seo-Wan greeted with all the seriousness of a knight in shining armor. "I have come to protect you from the terrible beasts that roam these lands."

You blinked at him, then smiled. It wasn’t a mocking smile, but one that seemed to understand him in a way few others did.

"I appreciate your offer, brave knight, but there are no dragons here." "Ah," he said, his hand resting on the hilt of his imaginary sword. "But the dragons are everywhere, lurking in the shadows. I can sense them."

You laughed lightly, and for a moment, Seo-Wan felt the familiar sense of adventure stirring in him—like he was exactly where he was supposed to be, facing the greatest quest of all: being understood.

"You’re right," you said, your eyes warm, not just with kindness, but with a depth he hadn’t expected. "There are dragons in all kinds of places."

Seo-Wan froze for a moment, his hand still resting on his "sword" as he realized that in this strange world of his, the most dangerous thing he’d ever faced wasn’t a dragon, but this... connection.

The truth hit him quietly. Maybe you weren’t a princess. Maybe you weren’t a damsel at all. But Seo-Wan knew, in the way only a dragon slayer could, that you had captured his heart.

And for the first time in this fantasy world, Seo-Wan didn’t want to fight it.

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strrykais · 8 months ago

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6. you fucked hyunjin??

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ssongsboo · 4 months ago

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ok walk with me here..

pervroomate!hyunjun who can’t stop staring at your ass when you walk around in shorts & gets hard just thinking of you.. his obsession with you grew so much that he eventually snuck into your room and stole a pair of your used underwear just so he could get off to the smell of you😣

sorry im insane for perv!hyunjun like hejsskeheiwks

-🪐

it starts small. innocent, even. at least, that’s what hyunjun tells himself at first.

he’s just a guy. a guy with a roommate who wears the tiniest fucking shorts he’s ever seen, who walks around the apartment like it’s nothing, ass peeking out with every little step. he tries not to look, really, but it’s impossible when you bend over in front of him, when you stretch your arms above your head and make the waistband slip even lower on your hips.

the first time he gets hard just from watching you, he brushes it off. tells himself it’s a one-time thing, a fluke. but then it happens again. and again. and again, until he can’t even sit on the couch without feeling his cock twitch in his sweats the second you enter the room. it’s humiliating, the way his body reacts to you, how he has to shift and adjust himself whenever you so much as walk by.

but the worst part is that you don’t even notice. you keep prancing around in those little outfits, keep teasing him without even realizing it, and hyunjun can’t take it anymore.

he starts jerking off to you at night, biting his fist to keep quiet as he strokes himself under the covers, thinking about how soft your thighs must feel, how sweet you must taste. he imagines bending you over the couch, gripping your hips, making you take it- making you cry for him.

that’s how he ends up here, panting in the darkness of his room, your stolen panties clutched tight in his fist, fabric bunched up tight as he presses them to his nose and inhales deep. they’re still warm, still damp from where they’d been snug between your legs all day, and hyunjun swears he could come untouched just from the way your scent fills his lungs. he groans, cock instantly throbbing to full hardness. fuck, you smell so good- so sweet, so perfect, so fucking intoxicating that his knees nearly buckle.

he groans, desperate, free hand shoving his sweats down just enough to wrap around his cock, already leaking and aching from hours of pent-up frustration. it’s your fault, walking around the apartment like that, tiny little shorts riding up with every step, ass bouncing just to taunt him. you must know, must fucking know what you do to him, or you wouldn’t be so careless, so cruel, stretching in front of him like you don’t notice the way he stares.

his grip tightens, stroking himself slow as he buries his face in your underwear, tongue darting out to taste the faint traces of you left behind. he can’t help but moan, hips jerking up into his fist as he sucks on the damp spot, filthy and needy, so fucking obsessed with you that it hurts. he wants more- needs more- but this will have to do for now, the thought of you wearing these, soaking through them while going about your day, enough to send him over the edge.

he cums hard, shuddering through it with your panties stuffed in his mouth, muffling the desperate whimpers of your name as he paints his stomach in thick, sticky ropes. his chest heaves, mind hazy, but even as he comes down, he knows this won’t be the last time. no, not when he can still picture you in those shorts, still imagine what it’d be like to press his face between your thighs and taste you straight from the source.

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peachesyeo · 1 year ago

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8/9... 8/8 - ATEEZ OT8 part two

THIS IMAGINE IS MATURE! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

⊹ 1.6k words ⊹ friends!ateez x fem!reader (ft. straykids) ᭡ angst, mature. (+ fluff brought to you by straykids)

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⊂ content: name calling, broken friendship. probably the start of a universe.

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The stormy clouds gathered, hiding the golden rays of the sun. You had run a distance away from the cafe, from Jongho, and you stopped, panting.

A slut. You laughed, a shrill sound escaping your throat as thunder clapped overhead.

You have been bearing that name anyway. From high school, to university. People assumed that you were the boy’s personal whore, being close to them and all. All kinds of nicknames were thrown in your direction.

Whore. Slut. Used. Dirty. A common bus.

The boys didn’t know. They didn’t know that the girls would laugh at you while you were using the restroom. They didn’t know that men have come up to you, asking you how much you charge per night. They didn’t know the looks you received when the boys weren't looking.

You let out a sound between a sob and a laugh.

Something wet hit you. Once. Twice. Droplets of rain fell, mixing in with the tears that were rolling down your face. Your tracksuit slowly turned wet, as you made your way home in a daze.

Eight years.

You love the boys like your brothers. For eight years. To you, they are family.

“Y/n!”

Someone pulled you by the arm. You turned around to see a worried Felix, who dragged you with him. He pulled you to the nearest shelter, where Bang Chan and Jisung stood waiting.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Jisung asked, as Felix fussed over you. Bang Chan was calling someone on his phone, sounding anxious. You nodded your head in a daze, your fingers gripping on Felix��s sleeve like you were holding on to your lifeline.

“Wanna go home, Lixie.” Your voice was small. You stared ahead of you without any focus in your eyes. Jisung rubbed your shoulders, trying to warm you up. “Hey, Y/n, you here with me?”

You slowly looked over at Jisung. “Sungie..?” You whispered the nickname they had allowed you to call after just one week of hanging out with them. “Yeah, I’m here, Y/n.” Jisung answered carefully, his heart breaking at the sight of the tears in your eyes.

Felix sighed, pulling you into his arms. He doesn’t seem to care about his shirt getting wet, patting you gently as he speaks. “It’s okay to cry, Y/n.”

You leaned into his arms, your shoulders shaking as you sobbed quietly. Chan approached the three of you, his voice gentle. “Y/nnie, is it okay if we bring you home?” You got out of Felix’s embrace, nodding as you wiped your eyes. “Y-yeah. Thank you.”

Minho was fussing over you like a mother hen.

“Absolutely not, Y/n. Yongbokkie and I will manage the kitchen, Bin will stay here and take care of you - and where is Hwang Hyunjin?” He barked. You giggled as Jisung pulled a face behind his back, while Changbin dried your hair with a towel.

Felix appeared, holding a cup of tea. “Ginger tea, Y/nnie. Keeps you warm.” You accept the tea gratefully from him, taking a huge sip. “Thanks, Lixie.”

“No problem.” He smiled, heading back towards the kitchen. Hyunjun appeared with snacks, scowling at Minho as he placed them in front of you. “Don’t need to rush me, Mother.” Minho rolled his eyes, shahaying back into the kitchen. Changbin snorted, patting your almost dried hair. “Just stay here and eat snacks with Jinnie, Jisung and the two idiots there, Y/n. Don’t worry about anything, you need comfort and cuddles now.”

“Only one idiot here and it’s not me, hyung. But Jongho is such a bitch for saying that.” On the other couch, Seungmin commented, ignoring Jeongin’s glare and reached for the snacks in front of you. Your smile faltered as Jisung smacked Seungmin’s hands. “Minnie!”

“What?” Seungmin scowled at the older man, rubbing his arm. “I was just telling the truth, Y/n needs to know how fake they are anyways.” He grabbed the snack with his other hand as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Changbin rubbed your shoulders comfortingly. “Do you want to hear about this, Y/n?”

You bit your lip. “I.. don’t know, Binnie. They’ve been my friends - my only friends, for a long time. I just thought… If they had a problem with me, they should have told me sooner. I can change!” You gripped the cup tightly in your hands. “It just hurts. We are adults, but-”

“Hey, Y/nnie. Look at me.” Hyunjin put his palms on your cheeks, gently turning you to face him. “I know how you are feeling, Y/n. But it’s okay. You have us now.” He said slowly, as you blink the tears away. “We’ll be here for you, Y/n.”

Jisung sighed loudly. Suddenly, he felt something vibrating. Frowning, he felt around the couch, finally fishing out your phone from under a pillow. Checking to see if you were paying attention, Jisung discreetly slipped the phone into his back pocket. He signaled Changbin, who nodded and gave a meaningful look to Hyunjin. The younger cleared his throat, patting your hair. “You wanna see something fun? We have an album full of Innie’s ugly photos.”

While the youngest protested loudly, Jisung took the chance to sneak into the kitchen. Minho, who was busy over the stove, looked up at him lazily. “What is it?”

Jisung snorted at your phone screen. “Trouble.” He said, answering the call.

“Hello? Y/nnie? Are you okay?” The caller rattled at lightning speed, not even giving Jisung a chance to speak. “Look, I heard about Jongho, he didn’t mean it. He’s feeling bad about it too, Y/nnie.”

“She’s not here, you idiot.” Jisung leaned against the countertop, looking at his nails. The person on the other line paused, his voice lowering a few octaves. “Who are you?”

“Han Jisung. To think I’ll ever hear your voice again, Kang Yeosang.”

“Is Y/n with you?”

“Why do you care? Aren’t you guys tired of her?” Felix turned, looking at Jisung, who had a dark look on his face. “She was supposed to be our friend anyways, if Jung Wooyoung hadn’t been so thick-skinned and took credit for Jinnie’s work, Y/n would have been with us eight years ago.”

“...”

“Cat got your tongue?” Jisung raised a brow, as silence filled Yeosang’s line. “Y/n’s not a toy, Kang Yeosang. If you guys don't treasure her, we will."

“What did she say?” Mingi asked eagerly as Yeosang put down his phone. The older man looked towards Jongho, who was sitting in the middle of the couch with a distant expression. “She should be angry, Jongho said those words after all-”

“She didn’t answer. Han Jisung did.” Yeosang’s voice was small. Wooyoung, who had been really quiet after hearing Jongho’s story, stood up and left the room. San frowned in worry, following after the younger as Yeosang continued. “I think they are taking care of her.”

Silence.

“I’ll go ask her at work.” Hongjoong decided eventually. “Let’s just give her some time and space… We were in the wrong after all.”

Yeosang knew that that was the end of the conversation about Y/n. He looked towards Seonghwa, who was furiously typing away on his phone. He then lowered his eyes, a ridiculous feeling spreading over him.

You’re one of them, Kang Yeosang. Too late for you to be regretting.

Hwa Oppa: Y/nnie?

Hwa Oppa: Are you there?

Hwa Oppa: Look, I’m really sorry about this. Hwa Oppa: Can we talk? Hwa Oppa: Please reply to me if you saw this message, Y/nnie. ASAP.

The notifications had been coming in for hours. You ignored them, enjoying your time chatting with Jisung and Hyunjin. The boys made you stay for lunch and dinner, and when Bang Chan sent you home, you finally read the messages from Seonghwa.

Your finger hovered over the screen hesitantly. Jongho must have told Seonghwa what happened, there were a couple of missed calls from Yeosang, Yunho and Hongjoong, a long message from Mingi and San sending you gifs to see if you would reply. There was nothing from Wooyoung, but for some reason, you didn’t feel angry.

Nor were you sad.

It was as if, it does not matter to you anymore.

They do not matter to you anymore.

You: Hey Seonghwa oppa, sorry that I was busy.

Hwa Oppa: It’s alright. Could we call? Talk? Or would you prefer texting?

You: Sure.

Seonghwa cleared his throat as he tapped the dial button. A few rings later, you picked up. He licked his lips dryly. “Y/nnie?”

“Hey.” Your voice seemed lighter compared to his. Seonghwa gripped his phone tightly. “How are you?”

“Funny you asked about that, Seonghwa oppa.” Your voice was no longer the affectionate one Seonghwa was used to. In fact, it was one you used to speak with acquaintances. “It does not matter to you, does it?”

“I’m sorry-” “On behalf of Jongho? It’s clear to me that he had that thought in him long ago, Seonghwa. Throughout highschool, I’ve been called a whore for hanging out with you guys. Seems like I am really one to you, huh?”

Seonghwa couldn’t speak. Silence hung between the both of you, until he broke it in a small voice.

“I never thought of you that way, I swear, Y/n.”

“And I don’t think I can face any of you after this, Seonghwa.”

“But you have to listen to me, Lee Minho and his friends are-” “And why does it matter to you, Seonghwa? That is my problem now. Don’t you hate it when I complain to you about my worries? Didn’t you think it was annoying?” You shot back, your voice turning agitated. “So stop pretending you’re caring, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa wants to cry. He didn’t mean to say what he did, he blames it on the alcohol he had. He did feel annoyed when you were complaining to him and all, but he never saw you as a whore nor a slut.

“And the others too. I won’t reply to them, tell Hongjoong not to bother me at work if he doesn’t want me to quit.”

The line went silent.

Outside the door, Wooyoung lowered his head. A smirk crawled to his lips as he tiptoed away back to his room. Once the door closed behind him, he fished out his phone, hands on his lips to muffle his laughter.

On the screen, another Wooyoung was banging on the white walls, screaming for help. Wooyoung watched him for a while, before switching his phone off. His eyes flashed red, as he spoke to no one in particular.

“Stage one, completed.”

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p1nk1yypiee · 5 months ago

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see you again Hyunjun player 120

moon!hyun-ju player 120 x sun!reader player 389 moonxsun friends to lovers vilalargo reader fluff a bit of smut at the end NOT PROOF READ IM SORRY IF I SAY HE INSTEAD OF SHE BY ACCIDENT

squid game au

you woke up in a new place seeing people die left to right was sickening but there was one thing making this hellhole a bit better her beauty was unmatched just seeing her made you feel like you were on cloud 9 and how she spoke to you make you weak in the knees and you know one of these days you have to confess but you feel like she doesn’t like you back and maybe just sees you as a friend only because your both different to other people and you both have trouble in public with people due to your skin condition and her transition it’s the 3th game mingle and just seeing all of the blood makes you sick “ are you ok Y/N” hyun ju asks with worry in her voice and grabs your hand “ yes i’m fine it’s just the blood these games there sick “ you say as you squeeze her hand “ it’s ok we’ll get through this “ she says as the floor stops and you to hear a voice “ 3 players “ hyun ju holds your hand tighter and grabs young mi’s hand running into a pink room locking the door behind her she lets out a sigh of relief you hear gun shots go off you put your hands over your ears to try to block the noise out hyun ju sees your trembling body and she walks up to you and hugs you close to her chest you take in her smell she still kinda smelt like a peach mango body wash and also sweat and a bit of blood when she let go it was the last round and we had to leave the room young mi walks infront of us as we all get the the floor we hear the sickly sweet voices of children singing then the floor stops and we hear the voice “ one player” your heart dropped but you all run to room that were next to each other but someone was in the one you went to so you started to run around to get a room you let the rush flow through your body you found one just in time when the clock hit 1 you push into a room it locks behind you you hear gun shots going off you held your ear trying to calm yourself down then you hear the door unlock and you walk out to only see hyun ju you look around for young mi but you see she’s no where in sight then you start to tear up know she died when she was so young and and full of joy you ran to hyun ju trapping her in your arms she was stunned for a moment then she hugged you sobbing you let go grabbing her hand back to the sleep area her tears still streaming down her cheeks you see your team in the corner where you all sleep you both walk other there you see 007 and he’s mother searching for you both when she spots you she speed walk towards you both then she has a confused look on her face “ where’s young mi?” she says looking around hyun ju puts her head down and you look at the older woman and you tear up “ we’re so sorry she tried to save her but it was to late “ you say choking on your words you see the old woman’s face fall as she tears up to as she walks up to you to she opens her arms to inbrase you both you and hyun ju accept the hug by rapping your arms around her 007 runs up to us and joins in the hug

time skip because my hands are starting to hurt

it’s 3 minutes till lights out and you see hyun ju in her bed look off into space you walk up to her you walk up the stairs to her bed “ you ok “ you say as you put your hand on hers she looks at you “ yea im ok “ she says lowly as she looks away from your gaze and looks down at her thighs there’s a silence but like a comfort silence as soon as the lights go out you look at her and brush back a bit of her bangs behind her ear “ i’ll leave you alone if you need me just come get me “ you say as you were about to go back down the stairs “ wait “ she called out you turn around to look at her “ stay..please “ she says almost begging “ of course “ you say as you walk up to her and sit on her bed you held her hand for comfort “ unnie “ you called out to her she looks up at you “ yes?” she says “ can i tell you something “ you say as you feel heat rise in your cheeks “ yes of course what’s up “ she says rubbing circles on your different color hand “ i’ve wanted to tell you this for a while ever since we started this game actually i know you probably see me as only a friend i but see you as more you see me for me not how my skin looks or how my body looks you see me for me and ive loved you ever since i saw you and i know ive only known you for a few days but you make me feel like i can be my self around you and i-“ you were interrupted by her smashing her lips on yours pulling you into a passionate kiss after a bit then you both pull away a string of you of your salivas mixed together keeping you both together then she kissed you again but this time more aggressive and needy then you feel her coldish warm fingers make there way up your shirt then to your bra and squeezing the flesh on your chest you moan a bit into the kiss then she pulls away and takes off your shirt heavy breathing then she un clips your bra not caring who still up all she cares about is your pleasure as she takes off your bra seeing your bare breast she’s in awe “ your more beautiful then i imagined i love your skin it just make you more attractive to me “ she says as she takes one into her mouth sucking and nipping at the hard bud as she takes your other in her hand needing it as you moan out a bit making sure your not to loud then you hear someone clean there throat and you see 007 and you both look at him embarrassed “ i thought something was happening other here sorry i interrupted ill go “ he said blushing like crazy then he walks back to he’s bed “ so much for being quiet “ you say with a dry laugh “ yea but let’s get some sleep we’ll finish tomorrow and make sure everyone is sleeping “ she’s says with a smile “ yea we should “ you say as you grab your shirt and put it back on then you lay down her arm draped over your body under the sheets “ does this mean we’re together “ you say look at the other beds “ yes we are my love “ she says as she kisses your cheek” good night hyun ju “ you say with a smile “ good night my dear “ she says you close your eyes letting sleep take over dreaming about how it will be when you and hyun ju get out of that shit show.

CUTE RIGHT YEA BUT SMUT COMING CHAT I PROMISE BYE BYEE

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Hey SG peeps! I’m currently accepting fic writing commissions to help with some financial issues. To make sure I can complete them properly, I’ll be focusing on one-shots only.

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I’m ready to write for Seong Gihun-centered ships, including:

Cho Sangwoo/Seong Gihun (Sangihun)

Hwang Junho/Seong Gihun (Junhun)

Seong Gihun/Cho Hyunju (Hyunjun)

Salesman/Seong Gihun (Ddakhun)

Park Jungbae/Seong Gihun (Baehun)

Hwang Inho/Seong Gihun (Inhun)

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Things I won’t be writing at the moment:

Smut

Multi-chaptered fics

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atiny-turtle · 1 year ago

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who will i write about?

(written 04/19/24, a separate post will be published that will be updated of any changes necessary)

boy groups:

ateez

oneus

the boyz

bts

golden child

shinee

cix

p1harmony

txt

monsta x

astro

got7

nct

seventeen

sf9

stray kids

enhypen

girl groups:

red velvet

twice

blackpink

itzy

clc

everglow

aespa

le sserafim

soloists:

hur hyunjun

eric nam

bibi

dpr ian

woodz

saay

sunmi

wonho

introducing: writings by turtle

hi! i'm turtle/proxy/25, pronouns they/them, and this is my new account for writing requests and commissions! specific details are still being hashed out and released, so please be patient and look forward to updates if you're interested.

(a lot) more under the cut if you would like to request/commission:

i'll be accepting requests and commissions for x readers/imagines and oc inserts. this includes any gendered writing and pairings desired (i'm queer, i get it).

rpf is also theoretically on the table, if that's something people are interested in.

as far as subjects, at the moment writings are limited to specific kpop groups and idols.

i'm not new to writing, or commissions/requests, or even writing specifically for kpop or the x reader/oc scene. i am however new specifically to combining all these things, and on tumblr. if there's any specific news, etiquette, etc. that i ought to know, please do tell! inbox and messaging is generally open always for conversation and discussion so long as you're respectful and mean no harm.

you may notice the ateez tags in particular. this is because they're my ult and i have stronger, recent experience in writing ateez fic. however, i am infamously a major multi who has fallen in love with a few too many groups. feel free to simply ask if i write for so-and-so if you're curious or would like to request.

on the matter of the actual writing and notion of request vs commission:

requests are free, for shorter writing such as drabbles, are limited to x reader/imagines only, and i would prefer they come in through the inbox.

commissions are priced (flat vs flexible fees and system to be determined/added), can be for longer writing but technically any length goes within reason, are prioritized, include all writing types such as the theoretical rpf, and i would prefer they come through messaging. the commissioned writing can be sent privately, such as through email, or published on this blog if so desired. if you pay for a commission, i also allow posting or publishing on other platforms for free, so long as i am credited.

additionally, commission details are discussed before i accept them, so that both parties are aware of the expectations and limitations. i have full right to not accept a commission, for any reason. if i refuse a commission for reasons such as personal beliefs, comfort, etc., the requester may of course alter the details of their commission if they so like. for obvious reasons, the commissions are sensitive so i want to be very thorough with the process, and to guarantee a completed and satisfactory product within a reasonable time frame.

you may ask why you should pay at all. you do not have to pay. (that's partly why the requests option is there.)

i am aware that fic is free and accessible to all on multiple platforms, and you can easily turn to someone else. if you can't or don't want to pay, completely fine! i understand! in fact, i highly encourage people to turn to other writers who are interested if they would rather not ask from me.

but today's economy and job market is absolute fucking shit, and most people and places don't actually want to hire someone like me. my financial situation is very bad, and it doesn't really matter what kind of freelance services you can provide if no one is able to afford it. i figured that it wouldn't hurt to offer commissions so i can afford lunch if nothing else.

if you can or want to, at all, please do contact me for commissions! and if not commissions, i still would absolutely love requests. i am trying very hard to keep practicing my writing and to nurture my love for it, which has admittedly been difficult for a number of reasons.

more details to come a la reblogs because this is getting very long.

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t3kandson · 9 months ago

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Player in Danger

Word count; 11,663

Fandom; The Boyz, Straykids and a little Itzy.

Pairing; Reader X Bang Christopher, Reader X Seo Changbin, Seo Changbin X Bang Christopher & Reader X Lee Juyeon.

Characters; Bang Christopher, Seo Changbin, Lee Juyeon, Sohn Eric, Kim Sunwoo, Ji Changmin, Kim Younghoon, Choi Chanhee, Hur Hyunjun, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Minho & Shin Ryujin. Mentions of Lee Sangyeon, Moon Kevin, Ju Haknyeon, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin & Yang Jeongin.

Warnings, Angst, Jealousy, Bitterness, Deceiving, Trapping, insecurity, Denial, Betrayal, Miscarriage talk, Cheating, Wanking, Pegging, Sub Christopher, Dom Reader.

Taglist; @nyu-topia

Notes; part 6/7 of Player.

Previous parts found here.

Including the previous part Player in Denial.

Juyeon’s POV

"You ok Juyeon?" Lulu’s voice came to your attention. "Let's sit down," she said as she tried to place her hand warmly on your shoulder. Gently persuading you to move towards the side room. But you stopped briefly a few steps later. "Who's the baby's dad?" You questioned praying for another reason for the swelling in her stomach. "Who do you think?" She snorts almost amused as your eyes widen.

"It's Changmin," she said confidently as you feel like everything is lifted from you. "Wait you thought," she started giggling excited. "Wait if I knew that's where your mind went I would have played along," she smirked walking in front of you as your feet moved to follow her. "And your sure, your sure it's Changmin’s," you asked remembering you had lost Jubin from a misunderstanding. "They are Changmin’s," she said stroking her bump excitedly as she walked to the relative room with you. "They're?" You questioned as she chuckled once more. "I'm having twins that's why I'm so huge for a five-month pregnant woman," she chuckles as her hands massaged her belly. "It's ok were both saved, you're not the father if that's what your asking," she said as she sits. "You happy?" You ask as she nods almost looking besotted. "Can't believe Changmin didn't tell me, the dark horse," you said as she smiled his way. "He wanted to, he wanted to show them off. But I stopped him," she said as you tilted your head confused. "Why?" You asked as she smiled softly. "Because it's weird you know letting your partner tell your ex that he's right," she paused as you pointed at yourself further puzzled. "You told me I would find a better life and I did. But their was a part of me that was hoping you was miserable and missed me," she said honestly as she clenched her hands on her knees. "Especially when I heard you was being the most doting uncle to the child that's biologically yours with her," she said looking pained. You knew she would have found out about Jubin as you knew Elle would have rushed to tell her. But you didn't think for a second the pain that she must have suffered. Though she had been the person you had cheated on Y/N with. You knew she was madly in love with you and had paid the price already. "It's ok I got over it the second these little bundles came," she said brushing her hand around her bump once more. "I don't need to be jealous of her anymore because I have my own happy story," she said pushing her loose hair behind her ear. "I'm really happy for you," you said holding your hand out to her. "I really hope that their healthy and you finally get your happy ever after," you said standing up.

"You off already?" She said looking a little disappointed not to talk more with you. "Eric just informed me Sunwoo told Jubin I'm her father, so I have my own happy ever after to catch," you said as she looked saddened for you. "I hope you can catch it and be a father to your little girl. Sangyeon says your so good with her that he's seeing you grow into a good man," she said standing up. "Wow a compliment from Sangyeon," you said almost dazed from that confession. "I know but he seems to have eased up on both of us since my baby news and you stepping up for your daughter. I think he finally forgives us or more importantly me," she says looking at peace with that. "Hard not to when he's the one married and with kids too," you chuckled as she deadpanned your way. "Think you two should put this all behind you now and stop living in the past. If he's willing to do that you should too," she said starting to walk out the room. Suddenly she moaned out her lips pursing as your heart started to panic again. "Lulu what's up? Are the babies ok?” you asked panicky as your hands went to her shoulders. "It's ok just one of the little mischief makers has just woken up and yeah I'm starting to feel the kicks," she chuckled blowing her hair strand out her eyesight. "Their kicking already?" You asked in awe as she smiled even more at you. "Yes, feel," she said pressing your hand to her stomach. Small little bumps into your palm even over her clothing was felt. It felt so emotional and your heart was blossoming as the thought of her own happiness their growing in her. Though you were sad you never experienced this with Jubin their was a part of you that wanted this so badly with Y/N. The desire to have her in your arms and make her the mother of a sibling for your daughter. You wanting to enjoy all these moments with her. "Don't you go getting attached Lee Juyeon," she smirks. "I'm not I promise, I just hope one day I get this experience myself," you said still enjoying the feeling of the babies beneath your palm. "With Y/N?” she asks into the silence. "It's ok I know you want it and you can be honest and say it," she says looking at you without any pain. "Is it bad that I want to say yes, I want to snatch her and our daughter and run away from the life she has," you admitted feeling all kinds of guilt hit. "Even if it means taking them away from Changbin and Christopher," she asks as you nod closing your eyes with the bad thoughts. "Sometimes dreams come from breaking someone else's, it's sad, it's bad. But if she's meant to be with them she won't leave them. If she does then she never wanted them," she said smiling. "Just don't force it taking them by force. A booby prize isn't worth the fake relationship you get," she said looking in a little in pain. "Sorry," you said letting your hands fall from her. "It's ok like I said without that I wouldn't have had these. You were the brambles I had to trench through to find Nevada," she chuckled as you mirrored shaking your head at her. "Go fight for your baby mama babe," she said pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking towards Elle’s Labour room. She turns to you once more to find you stood there. "Go, shoo, go find your happy ever after," she said looking complete. Your heart feels at peace knowing that everything between you has settled. It isn't just you that's grown and changed but her too, but maybe it's what parenthood does to you.

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Ringing Y/N hadn't been fruitful. Her phone was turned off as it had been for a while. It either was off or your calls avoided all together these days. You knew Changbin wouldn't be answering but you felt frustrated with Christopher. He had supported you since saving Jubin. You couldn't help but fear that the truth being revealed would push you away from your daughter. You had regular nightmares of finding them moved away. It took two weeks for Christopher to respond finally. He had told you Y/N wasn't feeling very well and that he would take over arrangements with Jubin and would bring her to you. His usual happy self was faded when his eyes took yours. "Samchon Juju," Jubin cried as she ran to you excited. You could have heard your heart collapse hearing her remain at calling you uncle. You don't know what you expected, but it felt like the relations with them three had been thrown to dust. Added with the extra pain that your own daughter had still decided to call you uncle instead of daddy. If it wasn't for the fact you knew Y/N confirmed her paternity you would have expected them to be angry with you for your friend revealing the truth.

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"I don't know why your complaining, you get alone time with out them now," Minho said as you watched from the garden as Ryujin and Jubin was baking. "I know that that's great progress. But it's not fair on our daughter this icy atmosphere. We all need to talk it through as it's not solving anything right now," you complain drinking the lime water Jubin made you minutes before her cooking class with Minho’s wife. "Have you asked Christopher this?" He asks relaxing on the garden chairs. "Yes I'm always texting all three of them. It's like I'm being punished," you said whining. "Maybe by heavily acknowledging your Jubin's father they want to keep a good distance between you and her. Maybe this is a sign to move on," he said lifting his sunglasses so that his eyes could stay in contact with yours. "What I'm over here, not their pining over her," you said hands in the air as he deadpanned you. "Coming from the bloke who can't cope now he can't see her," he scoffs as you felt exposed. "Well yes ok I miss her, as a friend," you said as he shook his head. "Fine I will speak to them for you, but this is the one and only time I will interfere. You got it," he growls your way. "Your do it," you asked with excitement as he rolled his eyes. "Thanks hopefully we can go back to being all civil, friendly and happy," you said relaxing as Jubin appeared with a cake bowl and a spoon in hand licking it as the mixture falls upon her messy face. "Had fun princess?" You ask as you sit her on your lap and snuggle into her. Holding your bundle brings you so much joy even if it's bitter sweet on all the years missed. "Yes i did, can we come here and make cakes with Auntie Ryujin again daddy," she said as you almost choked on your own spit. Eyes blinking as you could see your heart pumping through them. Your daughter called you daddy for the first time. It was so surreal to hear her call you that that you forgot to even breathe let alone reply. "Your always welcome here sweetie," Ryujin said saving you from your moment of not even being able to function. "Really that would be so good, Mummy doesn't know how to cook that well," she said as you couldn't help but chuckle. "She called me daddy," you mouthed to Minho as he nodded happy for you. "Hey princess, we should start organising that horse riding i promised you. What do you think of that?" You asked as your hands played with her hair. She turned to you in pure excitement. "Really, Oh Daddy I so can't wait," she said throwing her arms around you. Holding her tight to you you felt the most contented you had ever felt. Jubin was your life and you weren't ever letting go of this feeling of pure contentment of family life with your little girl.

Minho had offered to drive Jubin home so he could speak with them both. But he had come back saying it wasn't successful, Changbin had refused to even discuss Jubin with him telling him politely to mind his business.

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However, the following day you were summoned by Changbin himself, so maybe their was a change at heart. Going to the cafe to meet them had you feeling content that you were finally able to get your life back. Instead of all three of them, you found Changbin's arms folded and looking annoyed. Reminding you when he first realised who you were at Minho's wedding. Feeling self conscious all of a sudden you sat down. "Just you?" You asked as he chuckled with annoyance. "Why expecting Y/N?" He scoffs as your brows furrowed. "No was expecting you and Christopher," you half lied. "Well Y/N is taking it easy she's hopefully pregnant with our baby," he said defining the word Our. "Y/N's pregnant?" You scoff having his words hit you like a truck. "I thought you two was close, didn't she tell you," he said almost smirking. "Maybe we wasn't as close as you feared Changbin," you said with slight avoidance of a connection with Y/N. "We've been trying for a child for a while, be nice to give Jubin another sibling," he said sitting up straight as your head tilts at his words. "Another why you hiding a kid I didn't already know?" You said intrigued. "No that's you," he said accusingly. "Huh?" You said almost dumbfounded. "I'm sure unless theirs other children I didn't know about, which ok I will admit a chance of that, that their is just Jubin," you said almost bewildered with where this conversation was going. "And this is why Y/N doesn't want to see you, because you haven't changed. You're still lying even about your own child yet you want us all to sit around the table and discuss Jubin," he said picking up his cup of coffee to take a sip of it. "Wait I'm totally confused what you are accusing me of doing?" You said getting slightly annoyed. "That was all I needed to hear to prove your still the game player Y/N feared you was. In future if you want to play Daddy At least talk to us first before making her call you that," he said standing up. Now anger was rising through you, who did he think he was trying to take the one joy you had as a father away from you. "Excuse me, I know you like playing at being a daddy to my daughter but you don't get to tell My daughter what she chooses to call me. For the record she was the one who called me Daddy off her own back," you growled wanting to punch his smirking grin off his face. "Well if your friend didn't spill that on her she wouldn't feel forced to call a man she barely knows Dad," Changbin said scrunching his nose in bitterness.

"Barely knows I've almost known her for half a year, for the record if your girlfriend didn't want our daughter to know me as her daddy. Then why did she confirm what my stupid friend said. I heard she didn't put up that much of a fight. Ask yourself why that is Seo Changbin," you spat at him watching his smirk fade slightly. "Just admit your scared, your terrified that Y/N still has feelings. Ask yourself this why was she making sure to come on trips with me and Jubin. I didn't need her there, she went because she wanted to," you said into his face before he grabbed you by your collar. "Go on punch me you know you want to, because you know I'm right. All this this is because your scared now Jubin knows the truth that I'm going to take her away from you," you hit out as his face went red. "Please can you take this outside," the owner of the cafe said approaching as Changbin released his grip on you. "It's ok I'm taking my leave anyway, tell my daughter I love her and will see her for our weekend Friday," you said smirking at him as you went to walk off. "Why don't you focus on your kid with Lulu and leave Jubin to us?" He said in a almost pleaded demand as you spun on your heel towards him. Everything suddenly made sense, had they seen Lulu at the hospital looking pregnant and presumed the same then him. "Changbin you need to get some facts straight. Lulu is pregnant, but not with my kid, it's Changmin. Ask Sangyeon to confirm it as you guys are all up his ass these days," you said watching his face relax slightly. "But nice to know you played on Y/N’s emotions with her to get her away from me because of your pointless fear," you said walking towards him. "If you're interfering still continues to affect my relationship with my daughter I will come take Y/N from you that's a promise," you threatened watching anger fill through him again. With that you walked out the cafe annoyed and irritated. Had he seen Lulu and convinced Y/N that you were hiding a child. No wonder she was ignoring you. Though you took joy from making Changbin jealous his previous words stung. She was pregnant with their baby. Did this mean it was all over, their was no chance of winning her back? No way of having her in any way in your life. Their was no way he would let his pregnant partner near an ex. You were caught between anger but also regret, she should be carrying your child, you should be married and excited for the birth of your second child with her. Though you wanted to blame everyone that had made this path uneven you couldn't help but know deep down that this was on you.

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Y/N’s POV

You had been woken up by a bouncing Jubin on your bed. Having been asleep when she got back from Juyeon's the previous night. And all she wanted to talk about was her time with her daddy. It had taken a while for you guys to suddenly figure her talking about Juyeon. Changbin's hurt in his eyes at hearing her address Juyeon as her Dad. You wanted to console him but knew no words could, you had made this mess. Hopefully you would be pregnant soon enough and be able to truly show them how sorry you were. "Are you ok?" You said hands brushing up his muscular arms that would normally turn you into a mushy mess. "I'm fine," he said opening his arms for you to sink into. Something else being new as he had suddenly started being more needy. "I know your upset with the whole Jubin calling Juyeon Daddy. I'm sorry I had hoped this would all go away," you said as he leaned his head onto your shoulder. "I'm sure once his baby’s born he will soon forget her and move on," you tried to paint. Deep down you knew Juyeon would never run from Jubin. He hadn't yet, even knowing he was having a child with Lulu. But their was a part of you that knew that him abandoning Jubin would solve all this mess. "You don't mean that Y/N that's not fair on Jubin," Christopher said coming from behind you. "It's a bit selfish on our behalf to wish that. At the end of the day that man is her father," he said hands held high as you rolled your eyes in defeat. He was right, he was always was, in your jealousy you were wishing something that would hurt your daughter. Guilt hit through your body as such bad thoughts. "How come Minho brought her home yesterday anyway," he asked as your head zapped to Changbin, not even aware. "Nothing much, just thought it would be easier for us if he brought her. Think he just wanted to chat about random stuff, you know man time," he said tensing slightly. "That was good of him," Christopher said as he made his way to the garden when Jubin came through the back door. "Daddy Chris,” She said making you blink as she rarely called him that. He was Daddy and Changbin was Daddy Binnie. "When can I see Daddy next?" She asked as you felt the air be sucked from Changbin. "I'm sure at the weekend you can see Daddy Juju," Changbin said with a little dominance in his tone. It was clear he was attempting to bring some form of lack of importance to Juyeon. "Why can't he come for tea, I like it when your all here," she said looking hopeful as Christopher picked her into his arms. "We're really busy at the moment Princess, it's hard when all of us Daddy's are working hard for lots of things to pay for your treats," he said as Changbin picked his phone up in pure anger and annoyance and started typing. "Binnie," you said with a confused glance his way but his phone was tilted out of your view. "You mean like my horse riding lessons, Daddy said he would take me this weekend," she said as Christopher looked to you both. Changbin had his back to you all, both you and Christopher knew that he wasn't in a pleasing mood. "Baby," you whispered as your hand fell to his shoulder before he turned to look your way like nothing had happened. "I'm ok I promise," he said as if he has snapped himself out his moment of inside rage. "How about we fix these dance lessons we promised you, come show me what lessons you would like," he said walking to Christopher to take her from his arms. As he walked to the table to the laptop resting their you walked towards Christopher. "What are we going to do," you said almost hopeful he had a plan to fix this. "We can't do much, we can only try to navigate through this. But Y/N it's going to be hard. We need to keep a strong stable civil stance for Jubin's sake," he whispered before leaving you standing their watching Changbin with Jubin all excited at the prospect of her lessons.

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"You not eating," Christopher said as Changbin walked passed the dinner table towards the door. "I got some errands to do," he growled without giving you a glance. "Where are you going?” you said rushing to join him before he could leave. "I just said some errands," he said a lot more softer with a smile. "I will be back soon I promise, got to pick up a few bits that's all. That and get some fresh air. Today’s been hard, so going to pop into Jisungs. He said holding your hand as you pecked him on the cheek. He had been through the mill recently due to your actions the least he could do was have some him time with his friend.

When he returned drunk he crawled into the bed that you were snuggling up tight to Christopher in. His arms reaching around you cramming you between himself and Christopher. Lips falling along your neck as you smell his night on him, abrupting you from your sleep. Eyes too tired and slammed shut refusing to open he pouted against your skin. "Please don't leave us for him," he pleaded pulling his arms around your stomach. "Your really break my heart if you leave," he chokes almost tearful. "I've never wanted anything so much as I've wanted Chris, you, Jubin and our baby. Please don't let him take you from us," he whimpers that you feel splashes of what your sure are his tears against your skin. "Baby I'm not leaving," you whisper barely audible.

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Several weeks had past and you continued to avoid Juyeon. Everything was almost perfect at home even though Changbin was clingy. Especially after dropping Jubin to Minho, who was taking charge of the drop off. Changbin would often afterwards go out drinking with Jisung, Seongmin and Jeongin often coming home a whimpering mess.

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"I'm really worried about Binnie," you said plopping on to Christopher’s lap while he was having his time playing the computer. Something he had started doing when Jubin was with Juyeon. "He's ok," he said almost distracted. "He's not and you know it please don't lie to try and reassure me," you said turning to sit facing him. "Look he will be ok, let him adjust to this new pattern of events," he said trying to look around you. "Well he better sort his shit out we can't continue like this when the baby arrives," you said as he chuckled as his hands clicked around on the controls. "Especially as I'm seven days late," you whispered as he blinked froze to the spot, before turning to look at you like he had seen a ghost. "What?" He choked, "your pregnant?" He whispered as you chuckled his way. "I think so," you said as he picked you up in his arms squeezing you hard to his chest. "Oh my god we need to ring him, this will get his ass home, this is what he needs, we need this. Wow, I'm going to be a dad again," he said throwing you into the air in pure excitement. "I’m not confirmed so don't get too excited," you said as he deadpanned your way. "Don't burst this, don't take this from me Y/N let me have my moment before I have to be sensible," he pleads as you chuckle. "Ok Daddy I will behave," you smirk as he looks at you with a wicked expression. "I need to fuck you, we need to celebrate this," he said horny and gone in the news. "You find out you're going to be a dad and you got turned on," you said hitting his chest lightly. "You pregnant is such a turn on, when you were carrying Jubin, well the things it did to me," he said biting his bottom lip. "Well actually I got you a gift I was going to use it next time we had a big special night," you said blushing slightly. "What's that?" He said looking intrigued. "Come with me," you said making him let you drop to your feet, walking to the room him dragging behind connected by your hand.

Reaching your destination you reached under your personal bed. His hands falling to the cheeks of your ass pressed in the air. "Oie cheeky," you said coming back to stand by him, box in hand. "Our bed," you said winking as he put his hand directing you to the door. Pulling him once more you took him to your joint bedroom before placing the box in his hand. Leaning towards the cupboard you smirked at him as he eagly opened his gift. His eyes lighting up in shock your way. "Y/N why have you got this?” he asked still in disbelief. "Well I thought I should attend to your needs, especially now your cum isn't needed to be deposited in me," you smirk completely enthralled with his reaction. "You going to fuck me," he said with his eyes full of sudden desire in them. "Yes, I’ll have you beg for my cock," you said as deep as your voice could go without sounding stupid.

"You always find a way to shock me," he said pulling you into him. His tongue makes it’s way into your mouth. Deep passionate kisses befall as your body's clashes against each other. Hands falling up his hair finding some to grasp in your hands, you pull throwing his head back. Lips fall upon his neck as he hums totally weak within your grasps. You had seen Changbin being very dominating with him so you knew it was what made him weak. But the thought your own actions was doing it also was making your blood pump in a feverish excitement. Pulling on his T-shirt you pulled it off him. Hands softly stroking his chest they found his nipple as they skirted around. Deep hums fill the air before your lips suckle along his flesh, making them vibrate longer. "Fuck Y/N," he cries as your teeth slightly dig into his skin around his sensitive buds. Hands colliding with his slacks that fall deep within to his harden member. Pumping him has him close his eyes to full blown whimpers. "Look at you a whimpering mess at my hands. You wait till I'm fucking this plump ass," you whisper as your other hand falls to his cheeks as you grope him. "Please," he begs lost already in his needy state. "Look at you, you’re a mess and I’ve hardly touched you," you gloat enjoying the power and understanding how Changbin enjoys it. "I need your cock fucking me," he begs as you speed your pace on his member. "Please Y/N," he cries out as your own nub Throbs. "Ok baby on all fours, ass in the air," you demand as he lets his sweats fall to the floor obeying. Finding the lube in Changbin's draw you lube your finger before bringing it to his rim. Pressing it in he hisses as you let it slowly bring a rhythm. "You're being so good baby," you praise before a second finger joins. You let the tip of your digits explore the unfelt before feeling. The sounds Christopher makes has your own slick drip down your thighs. "I think your ready baby, wouldn't you say?” you ask him more for confirmation as he nods. "Words baby I need words," you demand. "Y/N please I'm ready," he confirms as you grin feeling a little sadden that Changbin is not their to witness you fucking both your lover.

Stepping into the strap on you check the fastening before lubing your plastic cock up. Pressing kisses to Christopher’s lower back you place the makeshift cock to his entrance. "You sure you want my cock in you," you say as he growls in impatience. "Y/N I need you to fuck me, stop stalling," he growls as you feel elated at how needy he is. Pressing in you hear him hiss as you slowly rock the tip in. Fucking him inch by inch you bottom out before you press kisses on his back as you still. Hands find the bottom of his spine for leverage as you start your pace. At first it's exciting new and different and the sound of his whimpering needy mess has your body on fire. But it soon lights something in you too, your own needs. Nub throbbing as the friction of the material drives you crazy. You soon realise that if you slam with a harsh thrust the plastic attached to the pants hits your own core. It spurs you into your own desperate need as your pace becomes fast hard and desperate. Noises from your own mouth mix with his and you feel the vibration from him shaking as he closes in on his orgasm. Your hand falls to his cock to help pump him as you fuck into him. "Shit Y/N," he cries as you feel wetness hit your fingers. Your pace still unmerciful on his ass as you chase your own. The feeling hitting right where you need it against your throbbing nub. "Let go," he whimpers underneath you with encouragement. His words spurring you over the edge as you cum into the underwear holding the cock still embedded in his ass. Collapsing over him he stifled his laughter as your cheek rests against his muscular shoulder. "You planning on staying embedded in me?” he says playfully as he twists so you fall to the bed beside him. "You look such a sexy hot wet mess their baby," he says with a orgasm overglow. "My sexy baby mama," he says pressing his lips to yours.

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Sitting on the kitchen counter as Christopher cooks the Doenjang Jjigae he smiles when he hears Changbin and Jubin come in. "Hi baby," you smirk excitedly as he looks between you and Christopher wary. "What are you two up to?” he asks as he rests his keys on the side. "Princess why don't you go and wash up for dinner," Christopher said as she quietly nodded before leaving to go to her room. "What?” Changbin says filled with anxiety. "Ok don't get too excited but we think Y/N may be pregnant," Christopher said as Changbin froze to the spot. "What your," he gasped looking at your belly. "Well I'm a week late, and I'm feeling rather nauseas," you said stroking your stomach. "Well why haven't you tested yet?" He said shakey as he tried to hold on to his excitement. "We were waiting for you so we could do it together," you said stepping from the counter to make your way to him. "So let's eat, put Jubin to bed and let's test," he said pressing his lips roughly to yours in an impatient need to hold you. "One problem, we haven’t got a test," Christopher said breaking your moment. "Then let's eat and while you settle our oldest daughter I will get a test for our baby," Changbin said applying the same affection to his Lover. "I love you both so much," he said as he laced his hands with you both. "Our family will be so complete," he added with an extra squeeze of your hands. "This time no burger dates," Christopher said pointing at you both. "We're not feeding her healthy poison all the time," Changbin said pouting as your sure your own mirrored. "I expect to be included too," he said smirking as you leaned onto his shoulders. "Our date night," you said feeling secure, happy and hopeful the test would confirm your complete family. "You have to be less rough with her," Christopher said pointing at his younger as he shrugged his shoulder. "We all know Jubin arrived because you broke the walls holding her in," he added as you cringed slightly at Christopher’s comment. "I promise to be switch with her till she's due. I’ll use you as my dick puncher instead," Changbin winked as you held your arms tight around Christopher in pure contentment.

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Walking around the baby clothes section looking for a cute baby grow had made you so very broody. Changbin had returned home the night before, depressed that he couldn't find a pregnancy test. You spent the evening consoling him and trying hard but failing to contain your new excitement. He had messaged earlier in the day with excited emoji saying the test was brought. You felt passing a cute baby grow would make it all feel real once it was confirmed. The fact you had been sick this morning practically confirming to you that you had successfully conceived their child. Though Juyeon was fleetingly in your thoughts. Their was a part of you trying to throw down the pain that you had experienced carrying Jubin. Instead you was imagining him doing all that with Lulu. The happiness of his face bringing another child into the world but this time he hadn't been cut out. Jealousy was raging through at the thought, that you swore you was imagining Lulu herself. It took seconds for you to realise Lulu was indeed standing not far from you, Elle in her company as she pushed the pram of her infant. It took seconds for Lulu's eyes to find yours. In the sudden desperate need to get away you started dashing from the door.

"Y/N please don't go," you heard her call from behind you. "Please don't make me chase you not in my condition," she added as you stood frozen to her words. You were scared to turn to look at her seeing her showing her beautiful condition carrying his child. "Y/N, are you really pregnant?" She asked softly as you turned to face her. Instead of the cockiness you were use to seeing, she was softer and more looked like she wanted to be in your company. The silence from you reached her as she smiled warmly. All while Elle’s reaction was her usual frustration. “Look I just wanted to say I think as now we're all having children of our own, I should start the process of us leaving the past behind us," she said looking hopeful. "Because we share Jubin now?" You said looking at her realising the daunting realisation that she was your daughters step mum. "No that's not it, Y/N this bitterness, this jealousy isn't healthy for any of us. Not for you with your baby coming, or mine," she said stroking her stomach with proudness. "We were kids when we acted shamelessly and hurt your feelings," Lulu said hopeful for some sort of response. "Are you asking for forgiveness for yourself or me?" You asked still struggling to hold a little venom in your tone. "Lulu leave it babe, she's not interested. Like Juyeon said she closed herself off and only see’s them," Elle snorts rolling her eyes. "Them?" You said abruptly annoyed with her words. "She didn't mean it like that, we shouldn't be getting involved in Juyeon's war with you," she said shooting daggers at Elle. "Look I don't think we're be friends, Elle clearly agrees with me the past can't be changed. I wish you and Juyeon all the best with the baby, but minus Jubin we don't have anything left to discuss. To be fair you might be my daughter's step mum but me and Juyeon are still her parents," you said with a harsh tone before spinning around to walk off. "What are you on about, theirs no me and Juyeon," she said with confusion in her tone. "Wait you think Juyeon's my babies dad?" She questioned as you turned to her with slight hope for her next words. "I think we should have a nice coffee, cake and a real chat, sounds like theirs a few things that you've become confused about," she said as Elle clicked the roof of her mouth with annoyance. "So Juyeon isn't with you, he isn't the baby's father?" You asked with desperate need for a response. "No Y/N, Changmin is my fiancée he's the father of my babies," she said softly then you had ever noticed. "Juyeon is madly in love with you, you're the only person in his heart, his life, you have always been his true love. Just he made a mistake, a really big one but that don't stop him loving you," she said stepping closer to you as the words fell around you. Heart beating fast at your confusion. Juyeon wasn't all the things you feared this time, he wasn't being dishonouring. "Let's go for that coffee ok?" She said as you nodded silently chewing over the words. All while trying to understand why you was so happy to hear that news.

Having chatted for almost an hour, you had warmed against Lulu. Even Elle had softened and you had a cuddle with her and Eric's daughter Lily. She was such a tiny little bundle. All Eric's features yet Elle’s pale complexion, she really was the sweetest pure and innocent as her little fingers gripped yours. It wasn't long before Changmin and Eric appeared. "She’s the most beautiful thing ever right?" Eric said with proudness. "She really is, congratulations again," you said as you passed the bundle to her father. Changmin sneaked to the seat next to Lulu as he wrapped his arm around her all doted and in love. You watched feeling content as Eric swaddled his daughter and held her like she was the most precious thing in the world. "You could get love sick from this all, right," a voice said taking you by surprise, it was Lee Juyeon

Jolting in your seat you took Juyeon in, his face looking pleased to see you. Your heart racing like it was deliberately setting your emotions up to fail.

"I think it's cute if I'm honest," said smiling his way which made him even more content. "We need to go, I'm sure Juyeon will keep you company," Lulu said standing up. "Wait you rang him didn't you?" You said noticing their desperate need to dash. "You both need to talk, especially now you know that me and him aren't having babies," Elle teased as Juyeon looked between you both confused. "She thought," , "I know what she thought but I thought Changbin had put this misunderstanding to bed," Juyeon said sounding annoyed. "Changbin? Misunderstanding?" You spluttered tilting your head to his words. "He knew, I told him already that Changmin was Elle's baby daddy," Juyeon said bitterly. "When, When did you tell him?" You questioned desperate to know. "A month ago maybe even five weeks now," Juyeon said crossing his arm as everyone departed. "Wait so your telling me Changbin knew you wasn't Elles babies dad?" You questioned as you felt like the world was spinning. "Yes, we even met up for a coffee while he was butt hurt that Jubin had started calling me Daddy," he said sitting down in Elle’s seat. "No that's not right he would have told me," you said in denial as he rolled his eyes. "Y/N he did, from the sound of it he was only their to basically tell me to back off. He even told me about the baby. Which by the way you're looking so good, bet you can't wait to be showing soon," he added looking up and down your body.

"Wait he told you I was pregnant?” you questioned being confused with each word spilled. "Yes he told me you was pregnant and to practically stay away," he said with his eyes piercing yours. Elle’s words earlier she had known about the baby, Changbin hadn't even known for 24 hours, how did she know so fast? "Elle knew too?" You questioned as he nodded. "Yeah Changbin told Jeongin so basically everyone knew," he said looking worried as your brain unlocked these new words. "Changbin’s been telling everyone I'm pregnant what like yesterday or something?" You said as he looked puzzled your way. "He's been telling everyone for ages, why are you not pregnant?" He said almost hopeful. "I wasn't a month ago, we were only trying for a baby back then," you said as Juyeon looked hurt. "So he didn't tell you you were misunderstanding about Elle so he could get you pregnant and trap you. Classical Changbin, he fears me so much he traps you with a kid of his own," Juyeon snaps annoyed as your hand falls to your stomach.

"Please don't talk about my partner like that," you snap feeling the need to defend him in that moment. "Sorry I apologise, I'm just angry that he didn't put you clear on the situation. Our daughter has missed out because you've been avoiding me," he said taken aback at your tone. "That wasn't Changbin that was me, I regret telling our daughter the truth," you said as Juyeon looked like your words punched holes in him. "You would have lied to her?" He questions as his hand grips the table. "Yes, because this is all messy, we're messy. Changbin was right, we can't see each other. I’m carrying their child," you said standing up watching his eyes water. This couldn't end any other way now. "Y/N, Jubin is our daughter don't do this to me, don't do this to our little girl," he said holding on to you. "Juyeon, I won't take Jubin away from you I promise, but we can't see each other anymore. I’m sorry," you said as your voice cracked. "Why I don't understand?" Juyeon said standing up. "Because it's not safe, I can't be around you," you admitted as his eyes widened. "Wait your avoiding me because you don't trust yourself around me?" He asked as you went silent not sure how to answer that. "Y/N please be honest with me," he said cupping your face as your heart refused to calm. "Y/N, if you wasn't pregnant and you didn't have this Elle misunderstanding, would you have been mine by now?" He asked as you closed your eyes to his words. "I remember the way it felt when you kissed me before Elle had Lily," he said placing his fingers on your lips. "The feeling of your lips set mine almost on fire," he added stepping close to you. Closing your eyes, you felt close to passing out you had to get out there before you did something stupid. "Y/N say something," he said as his Le Labo Another 13, Intoxicated you. "Juyeon I can't do this," you said snapping your eyes open and stepping backwards. "I’m pregnant, this isn't fair," you whispered. "And I'm your eldest daughter’s father, ignoring me isn't fair to me neither," he said stepping closer to you once more. "Their my partners Juyeon, you're just the guy I fucked at College,” You said watching his body slump to your words. "The guy you fucked at college? Is that all I was to you?" He said almost tumbling backwards as he took a step back. "Yes one that i happened to get pregnant from," you added as he almost collapsed into his chair. "I’m sorry Juyeon that how it was, that's how it is. Let's leave this all here, I'm sorry," you said pressing your hand to his shoulder as words failed him. Your heart burned alongside him, hurting him was like shards of glass stabbing you. But you could never risk crossing the blurred line that was tempting you to cross. With that you stood backwards and dashed from the mall cafe leaving Juyeon broken behind.

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Juyeon's words was still ringing through your ear when Changbin and Christopher returned from work. Looking at Changbin colouring with Jubin hurt you. Had he used the misunderstanding to get you pregnant. Juyeon's words of him trapping you weighed heavy. Was he right? Had he really wanted a baby to keep you and Jubin from running to Juyeon. Or had he really wanted a family of his own, a family where it was you three and two children. "You ok?'" Christopher said as Changbin took Jubin to bed after dinner. "Yeah I'm just tired," you said as you continued to dry up the plates. "You just seem really defeated tonight," he said as he locked his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. "I think it's the hormones," you tried to excuse for your mood. "Well once we do this test you need to sleep," he said kissing your neck. Instead of melting your body tensed. Was he aware too of Changbin’s deceit? Had he kept the secret of Elle’s baby's paternity secret from you too? "What did you do today anyway?" He questioned as you turned to look at him ready to test him. "I went baby shopping, Juyeon and Elle was there," you said as his face softened. "Are you ok? They didn't say anything to upset you did they?" He said stroking your arm. "Not really," you said looking at him trying to work out if he was acting or really had no knowledge. "They were practically talking about hanging with Jeongin so much recently," you said as he looked puzzled your way. "Our Jeongin?" He asked as you nodded. "He’s been telling stuff about us to them," you threw out. "I've not even spoke to Jeongin for a while now, I've been busy working or with you and Jubin. Wait are you accusing me of something?" He said stepping back from you. "No just I don't like them knowing our business," you said as Christopher cupped your face. "Baby, I can promise you I have more important things to do in my life then send a report to your ex partner via my work colleague. But I will speak to him and find his sources so we can nip this in the bud," he said as you smiled his way almost crushing him in the hug. Of course Christopher knew nothing of this, he was the peacemaker, it wasn't his style.

"Are we ready?” Changbin said coming down the stairs waving the stick your way as you forced a slight smile his way. "Really you can put a better smile there hormonal hetty," he teased as you took the test from him. Sitting in the rest room finding the courage to start the test. Your mind was trying to claw what response you wanted. What if it was negative? Now Juyeon wasn't having a baby himself. Their would be nothing holding you back because he was the father of your child. Changbin and Christopher’s loyalty was that enough to hold you back? Walking back into the room with the stick you passed it to Changbin, you felt too sick and conflicted to look at the test. "What does it say?" Christopher said with impatience. Changbin’s silence hit the room, deep down the hope it was negative ran through you. "Binnie?" You whispered as you saw a drop fall from his eyes. It’s ok baby, we can try again," Christopher said before taking the test in his hand. Christopher closed his eyes in pain and opened to find yours, shaking his head you realised you wasn't pregnant. It was like it ignited something in you, all options were back on the table. But beneath that you saw the pain they both was going through. Resting your hand on Changbin shoulder you felt guilty. "I’m sorry I should have done the test before telling you guys I thought I was. I was just so convinced I was pregnant," you said into the silence. "Do you want me to leave you guys for a minute," you said feeling the atmosphere suffocating. "No, we're in this together," Christopher said coming round to hug you. "I’m ok he needs the comfort more," you said as he pulled you towards him. "You wanted this just as much," he said stroking your hair. How had things changed, their was a time when you fought hard to persuade Christopher to have a baby. Guilt was engulfing you having the comfort when you wasn't as heart broken as you thought you would be. "I need fresh air," you said pushing your self out of Christopher’s hold. "He's right we need to stick together as a family," Changbin said snapping his head to look your way with the pain breaking him on his face. "Binnie I'm so sorry," you said as he closed his eyes. "Don't say sorry like you did something wrong," he said in despair. "Look it's not like we lost a baby, their was just no baby their to start with, we should look at that fact," you said as Changbin scrunched his face in your direction. "It was a real baby to me, I made plans for that baby," he snapped making you step back. "Binnie," Christopher said tapping him on his shoulder. "I’m sorry Y/N, just I don't know, I'm just sorry," he said not even looking at you. "We had even told friends, and now," he said slamming his hands on the unit. "Like Jeongin," you whispered as Christopher snapped his attention towards you.

"You told him I was already pregnant didn't you?" You said feeling guilty at broading the subject so soon. "When did you see Jeongin?" Changbin said as his eyes widened your way. "She saw him earlier," Christopher lied for you as he looked almost angry his way. "You saw Jeongin today?" He said looking at you with something beneath his eyes that was more then sadness. "I already told you that but it's ok we're just have to tell him false alarm," Christopher said rubbing his hand along his collar bone. "Funny that, he's on holiday with Seongmin in Jeju island," he said looking at you. "Look does it matter who does and doesn't not know, look I got it wrong myself she didn't tell me he told her today," Christopher said panicking.

"Juyeon told me," you blurted out as his eyes widened. "You were with Juyeon?" He accused as you jumped from his tone. "Binnie calm down," Christopher said almost shaking him a little. "He was with Elle, baby clothes shopping that's all," you said as he pursed his lips. You could see his anger was conflicted. "What else are you keeping from me Y/N," he barked as Christopher slammed his own fist to the counter. "Look don't take your anger out on Y/N, their is no baby we need to come to terms with that. Y/N had to encounter her ex which was obviously going to happen we live in the same city. So I think we need to stop the wrong emotions escaping," He lectured. "It's not like we can't try again," he added more softer. "Right your right, I’ll get one of those ovulation tests, we can work it out right. Because if it's tonight we can try tonight," Changbin said with desperation. Juyeon was right he wanted to trap you to keep you. "Slow down, this is whiplash," you admitted as Changbin shook his head almost enraged with your words. "We said we wanted a baby have you changed your mind now you've seen Juyeon?" He accused as he groaned into the air. "Ask me this one question Changbin," you said feeling slightly brave to tackle him. "Go ahead," he replied almost softer. "Do you want a baby with me, or a baby to trap me because your scared of Juyeon," you asked. It wasn't the first time this questioned had been raised but never the term trapped. "Having our baby is trapping you?" He quizzed. "It is if you're doing this for the wrong reason," you added as he mockely chuckled. "One meeting with Juyeon and your throwing Christopher’s words. Funny that as your words convinced him this wasn't trapping. So why that word now? What else did he say?" Changbin accused you.

"I think we both know what he said," you admitted as Christopher’s head snapped to yours as Changbin went silent. "What did he say?" Christopher asked. "That he isn't Lulu's babies dad, Ji Changmin is, and it gets worse, he said you knew that five weeks ago. When you met him to tell him to back away from me because I was already pregnant," you accused as Changbin looked like he was silently holding his rage in.

“Binnie is she telling the truth?" "I didn't tell him she was pregnant I said she was hopefully pregnant I just never recorrected him when he misheard. But suppose the word Y/N pregnant in the same sentence would have got him all confused with feral bitterness. And for the record I never told him to stay away, again his mistruth words. But seems like he has you hanging on to his every word of his story," Changbin said with bitterness in his tone. "I didn't believe him, I actually told him to stay away from us," you said folding your arms his way. "You could have fool me," he spat out sarcastically as Christopher looked equally mad with him. "So you knew he wasn't the father yet you failed to tell us?" Christopher said arms folded his way. "What’s it to do with us?" Changbin shouted out. "He's Jubin's dad," you said in annoyance. "We're all Jubin’s dad if it's not his business about our life then his business isn't ours," he said looking angry that Christopher was attacking him. "Jubin is all of our business, you knew that news was up settling for Y/N so why didn't you put her straight," he said as Changbin laughed looking anywhere but him. "And why was she upset?" He accused looking your way. "What are you trying to say?" You said almost taking back with this direction of this conversation. "Do you think she would have agreed to having a baby with us if Juyeon hadn't got Elle pregnant," he spat out.

"So you admit it you trapped her?" Christopher accused as you almost felt ready to faint from his words. "It's only trapped if she truly didn't want us,” He stated as his eyes took yours. "This is too much for me I can't do this I'm out," you spat out not wanting to continue the inquisition Changbin was suddenly spilling. "Run off to him, tell him the good news that theirs no baby," Changbin mocked as you turned to him. "I don't want to be around any of you," you shouted out as you stormed from the house.

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Kevin's phone was turned off and Hakyeons left ringing. You really needed them right now as you couldn't go back to the house. Ringing Hyunjae he sounded drunk and wasn't making much sense. Ringing a number you hadn't in ages you rang Younghoon. He was just on his way out with Hwall and Chanhee to the club. When he offered you to join them, you jumped at that invitation. It had been years since you had been out with them. All night they had tried to quiz you but you gave them nothing but sinking shots after shots. Taking them on the dance floor and letting the night take your worries away. But when you almost fell into someone’s arms you never imagined the disgust on their face seeing you would be Sunwoo.

"Oh for fuck Sake it's you," he said rolling his eyes as Hwall threw his arms around you. "Mate eyes off she's ours," he said warning Sunwoo off. "I don't know why I'm not surprised three men after you and theirs still more," he said looking around to see Chanhee and Younghoon who had joined you. "Sunwoo, Juyeon's scummy mate who fucked me over at every opportunity. These are mine and Kevin's mates," you added knowing your words was slurring slightly. "Well Juyeon's scummy mate do one," Chanhee said with his eyes fierce at Sunwoo who almost died of laughter. "Does Changbin and Christopher know your out her plastered?" He quizzed with a raised eye. "No, and I don't care," you said falling into his hold again as he went to catch you. "Ahh you hate me but you caught me," you giggled as Sunwoo rolled his eyes as he stood you on your feet. "I don't hate you, I can't stand you," he said widening his eyes. "Your drunk you should go home or get one of these to take you," he said as Hwall came to hold you away from him. "Take her home mate," he added as Hwall laughed. "Go get fucked we're getting wasted tonight," he spat out as Sunwoo rolled his eyes. Hwall dragged you back to your table as they continued to help you get drunk and forget all your problems.

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Juyeon’s POV

You were wrapped in a blanket letting tears still fall from Y/N’s words earlier. Lulu had tried to convince you that her words was lies to stop herself doing something stupid. But the way the words felt when she stung them your way, crippled you that you feared any hope of them being wrong. Maybe she was right, even though you wanted to hurt Changbin in every way. You loved Y/N enough to let her have her dreams and right now having a baby with them was her life. Minus the father of Jubin you had no place in her life. You wondered in time would you ever be comfortable to be around each other even if it was just for your daughter's sake. You was just about to settle to sleep when the phone rang. "What's up I'm just off to bed?” you asked hearing the loud noise of music in the background. You could barely hear his words but Y/N’s name mentioned had you intrigued. "Sunwoo mate text me I can hardly hear you," you said as the phone hanged off.

Y/N's here and she's very drunk. Her mates are not discouraging her.

You sure she's pregnant?

She had told you herself she was pregnant why was she drinking herself into the oblivion. Their was no way she would risk harming her baby, something had obviously happened.

"I’m on my way ping me the club you're at," you replied.

The journey there felt like it was taking forever. What had happened for Y/N to become such a state. Had she lost her baby since you met this afternoon? You hoped your words was the reason for her pain. Maybe you should have kept that Changbin knew from her to save her anguish. Your fear was founded finding her top half sloped over the table. "Another one baby," the guy next to her said placing her another shot. Before she could take it you took it as she groaned. "Sunwoo for fuck sake do one," she groaned as Sunwoo made his way to you. "I will make sure to pass the message on to him," you said as her head shot up to look at you. "Juyeon," she whispered in pain. "The one and only," you added as Sunwoo’s hand fell to your shoulder. "Get her home mate," he said as she chuckled. "I have no home," she chuckled throwing her head to the table winching when it impacts. "Y/N for fuck sake come on come back to mine," you said trying to lift her head back up. "Mate leave her alone we know who you are," her friend spat out as you rolled your eyes. "Yeah sure you do, but I couldn't care less. She's pregnant and drunk and you're enabling her," you spat out. "Wait she's what," the other one choked out. "Y/N what the fuck, what are you doing?" They spat out with equal concern. "It's ok their is no baby now," she said before looking up to you as your heart hurt. "Aren't you happy now?" She slurred broken as you looked at Sunwoo before her again. "Baby I'm not happy when your hurting," you said throwing the loose hairs behind her ears. "Let's get you somewhere safer then here, this isn't where you should be," you said as the taller of the three stood by your side. "It's ok we're take her back home," he said as you almost passed out on his volume of alcohol off his breath. "Mate you can't even walk let alone drive her," you said before going on your knee to Y/N’s level. "Do you want me to ring Changbin and Christopher. Im sure they will want to be with you to support you right now," you said brushing your hands through her hair as she closed her eyes. "You were right Juyeon," she said barely audible. Just that one sentence made you aware she wasn't here because she lost her child, she was here because she had lost herself too. "Come on come home to mine, I promise you I won't do anything but make sure you sleep," you said as she nodded on the table. "I will look after her I promise," you said to her friends as they nodded silently as you dragged her out. Her body so fragile under your hold.

Driving her and Sunwoo back to yours to help her get up the stairs you both placed her into your bed. You stood there silently watching her sleep. "So she lost the baby then?" Sunwoo asked as you nodded. "Yeah it seems so, but I think something else happened," you said as she fidgeted. "Like what?" He asked as you went over the words from earlier. "I think she found out Changbin had played her as a surrogate," you said feeling the pain she must feel now she knew he had trapped her. "What does this mean for you?" Sunwoo asked as you smiled her way. "It would be good to think maybe I could get a step closer to the family I lost. But I don't want them at this cost, not at the cost of her child," you said feeling sadness on her behalf. "So when she's sobered up I will take her to theirs and try fix this up," you said as Sunwoo placed his hand on your shoulder. "Stop holding on to the fear that you be accused of being a player. You don't have to be so serious now you just need a healthy balance," Sunwoo said as you chuckled. "Using a miscarriage to snare my ex girlfriend isn't the answer Sunwoo," you said as he rolled his eyes. "Not now later on, Because it looks like the beginning of her downfall with them," Sunwoo said turning his back to Y/N to face you. "How long will she crash and burns from that relationship till you admit your worthy of her," he said before walking out the room to go home.

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You barely slept on the sofa worrying about her and how to support her with her loss. Noticing it was 8am you made your way to make her a coffee and some egg rolls. Walking into the room you placed it next to her. Like the smell woke her eyes strained as it took you in. "Why am I here?" She said sitting up looking confused. "We didn't?" She asked as you laughed her way. "Having sex with women who’s too drunk to consent isn't my thing," you said sitting on the bed. "You were drunk Sunwoo found you called me. You refused to go home so I brought you here," you said passing her some paracetamol. "I'm sorry about the baby," you added as she threw her head back to swallow her medicine. "I wasn't even pregnant," she admitted as you tilted your head baffled with her words.

"We were trying, i mistakingly thought I was, turns out I wasn't," she admitted as your heart lifted slightly from the prospect of the pain she didn't have had to endure. "I'm still sorry it didn't work out this time," you said passing her the coffee. "Their won't be another time," she admitted before taking a sip and tsssking from the temperture. "Because he admitted he wanted you pregnant to trap you?" You asked. "That's what you said last night," you added before she could try and deny as she breathed in deeply showing the pain. "I shouldn't have said that it's unfair of him," she said passing you the coffee back clearly too hot for her. "But you did so you can't take it back," you said as you passed her the egg roll. "If I go home he will expect us to try again," she admitted as your heart felt a little hopeful. "You don't want that?" You asked as she shook her head. "Can I ask why? You clearly wanted to try in the first place," you asked as she closed her eyes contemplating whenever to continue. "Let's say things have slightly changed," she winced as you felt a little brave to keep pushing. "Because then your ex boyfriend was having a baby with his mistress, and now you know their not," you said watching her face get torn with how to respond. "I don't know?" She replied like she didn't want to say those words. "Y/N if their was no Changbin and Christopher would you want me?" You asked as her eyes closed. "But they do exist," she groaned passing her plate to you with the food untouched. "Humour me Y/N," you pleaded wanting to know how she truly felt.

"Yes, but they do exist so nothing changes. I have to go back to them," she added as you inwardly felt like shaking her. It was clear she was with them due to loyalty because they had been their for Jubin. Though you was happy she had their support. It was only needed because she feared you wouldn't want this life with her. "Your going to go back to people your not in love with," you quieted as she looked slightly annoyed. "I do love them though," she proclaimed as you deadpanned her. "I know you know the different with love and in love. Y/N I know your in love with me," you said hopeful. "Juyeon, we can't ever be together, it's not fair on them," she said as her hands reached to yours. "What's not fair to them is lying to them making them believe your crazy about them when you're not," you said as she chewed on her bottom lip. "Me and you both know deep down it's Jubin they want not you. Do you think I would be cruel to take Jubin away from them. What if their was a way they could have her too and allow you to catch your dreams," you said lacing your fingers with hers. "And you're my dream are you?" She said cockily. "I know I am, I know you dream of the family life we can have together," you said with confidence brimming through you. You knew you should feel guilt towards the guys who had been your daughter saviour. But Changbin’s actions and Sunwoo’s words was heavily on your mind. "Our daughter wants everyone to be happy and right now two people aren't and two people are living a lie," you said cupping her face. "I don't know if I can destroy the family for it to be fixed," she whispers almost conflicted. You feel the electricity between you turn up a notch. She's not convincing herself, she's trying to convince she can be loyal. "Sometimes we have to do scary things, but we both know it will be worth it when things are how it should be," you said brushing your thumb along her bottom lip. "I know your scared of the past, but surely I've shown you that things are different now. We're not kids no more," you added as you felt herself digest your words. "I've only ever loved you, since you fell into my arms. The world was black when you ran away," you whispered as she looked lost in your eyes.

You knew you shouldn't but taking sunwoo's words you pressed your lips to hers. You had expected her to stop or freeze against you. But instead she welcomed you as her mouth didn't waste a second working alongside your own. Tongues sliding against each other, you felt her desperation when her hands fell to the hem of your vest. Things was moving very fast, your dreams of reunited with her was at the clasp. You moved carefully scared to slip up this special moment. Not wanting her to realise her relationship with them was in danger of falling apart.

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pandacherryblossoms · 1 month ago

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♡⊹₊˚ Everyday Text with Boyfriend Junmin ₊˚⊹♡

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all-about-kyu · 9 months ago

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏: 𝑬𝒓𝒊𝒄'𝒔 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒚𝒄𝒂��𝒍

Summary: After doing a few videos to do promotions for your upcoming album, your group mate tells you about a new side of the internet. You have no idea the chaos you and your group mates cause.

Pairing: fanboy!Eric x fem idol!reader (Fey) x fem!Hyunjoon (Hwall) Side pairings: fanboy!Kevin x fem!Jacob (Jackie), fanboy!Sangyeon x fem!Younghoon x fem!Haknyeon, fanboy!Juyeon x fem!Hyunjae, fanboy!Sunwoo x fem!Chanhee (Chanhi) x fem!Changmin (Changmi) Tropes: idol x fan, strangers to lovers, gender bend au Genre: humor, smut, fluff Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language, crude humor, nsfw rpf/art twitter, mentions and discussion of sex, pre-poly negotiations, kissing Smut Warnings: threesomes (ffm), fxf content, under negotiated(?) kinks, oral (f receive), face sitting, safe sex, light impact play, breast play, hair pulling, fingering, premature ejaculation, grinding, dry humping

Word Count: 3,936 Note: To join the tag list reply to the masterlist or send me an ask! If I missed a warning please let me know!!

Chapter 12 ➔ Masterlist ➔ Chapter 14

No way that just happened. He thought hi-touch would be nothing but saying hi and moving on. When he got to Hyunjoon she pressed something into his hand. He didn’t look at it until he was in the lobby and everyone was minding their own business. It’s a hotel key with a number written on it in Sharpie. She gave him her hotel key.

“Eric! Eric!” Juyeon calls, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost… are you okay?”

“Y-yeah… I good!”

He’s absolutely not good. His mind is racing a mile a minute.

“We’re going to get k-bbq.” Sangyeon said walking out of the concert hall, “Someone mentioned that the girls are going out after. We won’t search them out but if we see them it’ll be a cool experience.”

“I’m gonna… go visit someone…” Eric says just above a whisper.

“Bro you never pass up free food and-“

“Who said it was free?” Sangyeon cuts Sunwoo off.

“You’re the oldest you pay.”

Eric lets out a shaky breath, the room key feels like a ton of bricks in his pocket, “Y-yeah I’m gonna skip dinner tonight… I have to take care of stuff… Here’s my house key, I’ll see you guys later tonight.” He tries to sound casual as he tosses Kevin his house keys.

He’s half-lying to his friends but he doesn’t want to get in trouble with Hyunjoon’s manager or any other staff if he says anything. Lying is safer for everyone right now.

“Well… we’ll wait for the bootycall story in the morning.” Kevin teases, “If we see your girls at dinner we’ll send you a text.”

Eric nods and walks away rather quickly. He knows the members won’t be leaving for a little bit still so blending into people for send-off is the safest bet. Waiting among the masses of people, he tries his best not to panic. Never in a million years did he think that his favorite celebrity would give him their room key, let alone someone who could get in some really big trouble for doing so.

The girls start coming out of the building intermixed with their staff members. Younghoon is going to immediately go back to her hotel room and pass out. The exhaustion is far too evident on her face. Changmi and Chanhi are both giggling and clinging to each other as they walk still ensuring that they say bye to fans who stayed to say goodbye. When Hyunjoon starts walking out Eric swears the world stops. She’s worn outfits like this before. Mostly in dance practice videos, a black sports bra with black sweats. She has a pair of compression shorts underneath that only peek out enough to see the waistband of them. Although she doesn’t make it obvious, when her eyes fall on him she holds eye contact for a second longer than she probably should. It’s enough to make Eric feel slightly insane.

Once all the members are in their vans and out of sight, Eric checks the distance to the hotel. It’s just barely too long to walk considering the girls just left by car. Thankfully, there were taxis and rideshares everywhere.

It only takes him just over 10 minutes to arrive at the hotel. A few of the members are already heading back out again. You are dressed in comfy casual clothes as you bounce and smile while dragging Jaehyun with you through the lobby. Jae doesn’t look particularly happy to be going back out late at night but she’s also known to do anything you ask of her. A few other members follow behind but as expected Younghoon is nowhere to be seen.

Eric lets out another shaky breath before pulling the key card from his pocket again.

“Just get in the elevator and go up to her room.” He whispers to himself.

This doesn’t feel real. This can’t be real. He should be waking up from an alcohol-induced dream any minute now. The pain he felt from pinching himself proves otherwise. The trip up to her room felt like nothing and everything at once, as if he blinked and suddenly was in front of Hyunjoon’s door. He has the key, still, it feels disrespectful not to knock first.

“You have a key, you could just come in.” She teases with a giggle as she opens the door.

Eric’s mind goes blank. Her short hair is tussled and slightly damp, clearly just showered. Her body is wrapped in a fluffy robe which he assumes to be the only thing covering her.

“I um- I- it seemed rude not to knock first.”

She smiles sweetly and takes his hand in hers, “Come on in before someone sees you pretty boy.”

Eric lets her pull him into the room and close the door behind him. He knew Hyunjoon was taller than him. He knew in theory, he knew from hi-touch. Having her here right in front of him no more than a few inches from him reminds him of that fact. It makes his brain stop and his stomach flood with butterflies.

“You look nervous.” She says softly, reaching out to cup his cheek in her hand, “Are you okay?”

“It feels… really unreal…”

“Are you comfortable?”

He nods.

“Tell me you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He nearly whispers, leaning into her touch.

“Good. Now, what’s your name, pretty boy?”

She knew his name from the fan sign but she couldn’t let her small obsession with him be too obvious.

“Eric.”

She smiles at him and takes his hand in her free one, “Are you comfortable with me kissing you, Eric?”

He nods, “I’ll take anything you give me.”

A flash of something dark passes through her eyes before they go soft again. Though, a knowing smirk still sits on her pretty lips. Pulling him further into the room, Hyunjoon guides Eric to sit down on her bed. The dark-haired woman immediately climbs into his lap and rests her hands on his shoulders. Eric can’t help but notice your things on the other bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asks, lightly toying with the collar of his shirt.

“What if-“ He cuts himself off with a quick glance at the other bed.

“She’ll be out for a little bit. We have time to do as much or as little as you’d like.”

That’s all it takes. Eric pushes up to capture Hyunjoon’s lips. She lets out a small surprised noise but still kisses him back happily. She lets her hands run down his front to find his hands fisting the sheets. Guiding his hands to cup her hips, Eric simply allows the tall woman to do as she pleases. As she starts rolling her hips against him, her robe starts to come loose.

Hyunjoon continues to grind against him and eagerly kisses him back as if she’s done it a million times. Eric is fighting against cumming in his pants. He never thought he’d get to come near this woman let alone have sex with her. With some sort of randomly found confidence, he unties the already loosened knot holding her robe closed.

“Eager are we?” Hyunjoon teases between kisses, “Go on. You have your fun.”

Reluctantly he pulls away from the kiss. As Eric’s lust-glazed eyes wander his eyes fixate on her chest. He must’ve stared a moment too long because Hyunjoon took his hand in hers again and slowly trailed it up her body. Only then does Eric process the very wet patch on his pants from her grinding against him.

“You’re allowed to touch me, pretty boy. I told you to have fun.” She says in a soft sultry tone.

“J-joon I… I wanna-“

“Hmm? What is it, Eric?”

Eric’s hands are still under hers as she places them on her breasts. He takes it upon himself to start toying with her nipples, making her rut against him harder. A small broken gasp escapes her lips when he starts leaving wet open open-mouthed kisses along her throat.

“You’re far too dressed, baby.” Hyunjoon muses still half lost in pleasure. Her fingers just barely tease under the hem of his shirt, nails lightly grazing against his muscles. “Let’s take this off.”

It takes some convincing for Eric to move his hands and lips for all of a split second when Hyunjoon pulls the loose-fitting top from his body. The moment the fabric is off his body, Eric’s hands fly to hold her waist again. Hyunjoon shudders at the feeling of her clit dragging against his cock beneath the last bit of clothing separating them. Her robe is hanging useless from her elbows mostly poking behind her.

“Wanna make you cum first.” Eric barely whispers against her neck, “Wanna see you cum. please?”

“You like me using you for my own pleasure, don’t you pretty boy?”

Eric nods slightly still lining kisses anywhere he can reach, “You take whatever you want from me.”

Hyunjoon continues to grind against him. All Eric can do is help guide her hips and continue to kiss any skin she allows him. Her moans start to pitch up and get louder. Had it not been for Eric’s assistance her movements would’ve been sloppy and erratic. She rolls her hips particularly harshly making Eric keen out a whimper.

“You gonna cum in your pants just from me grinding on you?” She chuckles, “Thought you wanted to make me cum first? Use your body for my pleasure before you get anything properly.”

Again, Eric nods mindlessly.

Hyunjoon chuckles and pushes Eric back flat against the bed. She stands up and lets her robe fully fall off her body. Eric’s breath hitches as she tugs his pants and underwear off together, lightly musing about the wet spot she created under her breath.

“Come here, pretty boy.” She hums, climbing back onto the bed and spreading her legs fully.

Eric doesn’t need to be told what to do. Even though his almost painfully hard cock is now exposed and begging to be touched, he still puts the singer’s pleasure first as promised. His tongue is flat against her entrance as soon as he can get it there. Hyunjoon lets a long moan escape her lips as she tangles her fingers into his pink-purple hair.

“Fuck,” she chuckles lowly, “So good for me, pretty boy.”

Eric moans against her again, subtly grinding again the mattress. Pushing her hands further into his hair, Hyunjoon pulls him away slightly. The moment their eyes meet Eric swears his heart does about fifty backflips. Hyunjoon’s eyes are clouded with lust, glazed over with pure arousal. It’s enough to have Eric feel small beneath her gaze. She pushes his head back between her legs. Not a single thought passes through his mind as he laps at her entrance. His nose gently bumps against her clit in the process. He takes his time, each lick languid but still desperate. There was no way he was letting this go to waste. Eric lets his hands wander up her body. One stopped to hold her hip while the other toyed with her chest. Hyunjoon puts one hand over her on her chest. She lets him do as he wishes but still cups his

“Pretty boy,” Hyunjoon hums, tugging his hair slightly, “thought you didn’t want to get caught. You’re taking your time, we could get interrupted at any moment if we keep up this pace.”

Eric moans as he grinds against the mattress, “Don’t care, wanna taste you. Wanna be used by you.”

“Use your fingers, baby. Make me cum on your fingers. You can use two, it’s okay I had a bit of fun earlier”

As much as he wants to continue taking his time, he pushes two fingers in as he was told. His tongue skillfully flicks at her clit as he curls his fingers inside her. Hyunjoon’s back arches off the bed as Eric wraps his lips around the bud and sucks lightly. He continues lapping at her clit as he picks up the pace of his fingers.

“You’re so good with your fingers, pretty boy.” She praises, “Gonna make me cum.”

“Please,” Eric moans against her, pistoning his fingers faster, “Wanna taste, want it so bad.”

“Eric! Fuck! Fuck! Cumming, I’m cumming!” She moans loudly.

Her thighs shake and quiver around his head, trying to close together due to the pleasure. Eric moves his hand from her hip to her thigh to hold it down. Hearing how she moans his name almost makes him cum right then and there embarrassingly all over the hotel sheets. Hyunjoon tugs at his hair harshly as she rides out her high. The pain of her grip has nothing on the absolutely euphoric feeling of being with her, nothing could.

“Fuck…” she chuckles through a long breath, gently petting his head.

Eric pillows his head against her thigh, looking up at her with pleading, sparkly eyes. He doesn’t say a word and just watches her for a few moments. She puckers her lips slightly, silently calling him up for a kiss. Eric does his best to remain collected as he pushes himself up and holds himself over her as he leans down for a kiss. She wraps her arms over his shoulders and her legs around his waist. Tasting herself on his lips she moans into the kiss. Both of them with swollen lips from earlier. Hyunjoon leverages her weight, wrapping her legs tighter around Eric’s waist, and flips them over so she’s in his lap again.

“You have a condom, pretty boy?” She pants against his lips, grinding against his hard member.

“Wallet.” He mumbles against her lips, “In my pants.”

Hyunjoon reaches blindly for his pants somewhere on the bed until she finds them and reaches inside to grab his wallet. Eric tries to pull it from her hand but she refuses with a light giggle against his lips.

“Let me,” she smirks against his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, she opens the wallet to grab the condom. As she does so, a small picture falls out. Eric flushes red trying to hide it beneath his hand. It’s too late though, Hyunjoon already saw it. It’s a cute picture of you and her from earlier this year. Climbing out of his lap, she rips the condom open and takes his cock in her other hand.

“It’s cute that you have a picture of me and Fey in your wallet. Looking like your two pretty girlfriends. Is that what you tell people? That we’re your girlfriends?”

Eric whines slightly and looks away, “I- it’s just-”

He gets cut off with a moan as Hyunjoon rolls the condom down his length. She lets out another low chuckle seeing his already fucked out look. Climbing back up into his lap, she hovers herself above him, angling his cock to her entrance.

“Are you ready, baby?” She asks, rubbing the tip of his cock through her folds.

“Mmm~” Eric hums, leaning his face up towards her hoping for a kiss.

As she sinks down onto his cock, Hyunjoon meets his request and kisses him through a moan. Eric grips onto her hips tightly, trying his best not to cum prematurely. Hyunjoon sits still for a few moments, gauging Eric’s state. His eyes are glazed over and desperate.

“Move,” he practically begs, “please, need-” he gets cut off with another moan.

Hyunjoon starts bouncing herself on his cock at a slow pace to start. It doesn’t take long for the two of them to fuck as if they’re in heat. Hyunjoon bounces harshly down onto his cock as Eric thrusts his hips up to meet hers. They hardly notice the passage of time or the noise level. They couldn’t care less how loud they may be to their neighboring rooms. (Hyunjoon makes a mental note to apologize to Jaehyun and Jackie in the morning).

“You having fun?” You call into the room as soon as the door opens.

You watch how Eric eyes open wide seeing you. It’s incredibly clear that he did not expect you to be back already. As if nothing is out of the ordinary, you watch how your girlfriend continues to fuck herself on Eric’s cock. Placing the leftovers on the small table you walk over to the pair. You pinch Hyunjoon’s cheeks between your fingers and force her gaze onto you. Her eyebrows are furrowed together in pleasure, eyes glazed over completely lost in lust.

“Hi, baby.” You hum, “Are you having fun?”

“Mmm~” She hums.

Leaning down you let your hair fall in your face as you kiss her deeply. Eric moans in unison and his hips stutter and he thrusts shallowly. Hyunjoon moans into the kiss. Her hands immediately tug at your clothes silently asking you to strip too. It takes all of a few moments for you to be just as naked as the other two. You find your girlfriend’s lips again and Hyunjoon whines and moans into the kiss. Still, her hands return to Eric’s shoulders as he rides out his high.

“You okay, baby?” You ask softly, barely pulling away from the kiss.

“I-” Hyunjoon starts.

“Not you, sweetheart. I know you’re okay. If anything you want more.” You giggle.

“M-me?” Eric asks quietly as the realization of his early orgasm sinks in.

You push your hair out of your face and look Eric in the eyes, “Yes, baby, are you okay?”

Lifting Hyunjoon up, you help her off of Eric’s softening member. The moment Hyunjoon is lying out on the bed beside Eric, you immediately push your fingers inside her again. Your thumb rubs tight circles against her sensitive clit making her moan desperately. Eric’s eyes fixate on how your hand pistons into her with familiar skill.

“Don’t worry about her. I can handle her. How are you feeling?”

“‘M good. Can I–”

“Let’s get this off of you, yeah?”

Eric nods, “‘M sorry.”

You shake your head and carefully pull the used condom off of him. Your girlfriend still writhes on your fingers as you place gentle kisses across Eric’s face. Tossing the used condom in the direction of the trash hoping for the best but not caring too much.

“Baby don’t be sorry.” You muse, pressing more soft kisses across his face, “You had a good time and–”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you get cut off by Hyunjoon’s moans.

“Go on baby, cum all over my hand.” You chuckle.

Hyunjoon rolls her hips down onto your fingers as her second orgasm hits her with full force. Your hair falls down into your face again as your gaze falls onto your pretty girlfriend. Eric’s eyes stay fixated on her as well. Hyunjoon barely catches her breath before you climb your way over her and sit on her face. Immediately Hyunjoon laps at your pussy eating you out like you’re her favorite meal. Eric barely grazes his fingers over your thighs. You jerk your head toward him as you grind against your girlfriend’s face. Eric surprises himself with the boldness of his action as he holds your face in his hand, pulling you forward into a kiss. You moan into his mouth as Hyunjoon smacks her hand down against your ass.

“She’s doing so good. You think you can do just as good… maybe even better next time?”

“Next time?” He asks into the kiss.

You moan against his lips when Hyunjoon sucks particularly hard on your clit, “Yeah, next time.”

Hyunjoon reaches out one hand in search of Eric’s. The moment her hand is in his again, she guides him to your chest. A small whimper escapes your lips and Eric immediately swallows it. Hyunjoon takes her hand back and braces her hands on your hips. She pushes your body up from your waist for a moment.

“Why don’t you kiss her tits, Eric? She’s sensitive.”

Hyunjoon immediately pulls you back down and continues her ministration. Eric does as he’s told and lets his kisses wander lower onto your chest. Wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, he rolls it around his tongue. The noises that are pulled from you are something Eric never wants to forget. As you grind harder against your girlfriend the noises you let out get more and more pitchy and breathy. Eric nips and rolls your nipple between his teeth while he plays with the other with his fingers. You start to lose your rhythm as your orgasm rapidly approaches. Hyunjoon guides your hips at the pace she wants until you finally reach your high. You grip Eric’s hair as he continuously plays with your chest. You drop your head back and pant as you come blacked from your high. Eric gently litters kisses along your chest and collarbones. The gesture helps you catch your breath again. Eric helps you shift off of Hyunjoon and tugs you into his lap.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjoon teases slightly, face still slick with arousal.

“Mm,” you hum, already half asleep cuddled up to Eric.

“Should I- um- should–” Eric stutters out.

“Stay,” you mumble back, “you’re tired too, I know it.”

Hyunjoon giggles and leans forward to capture you in a kiss despite still being comfortably nestled in Eric’s lap. She of course leans up to also kiss Eric. The taste of you on her lips makes his head dizzy with want. You said there’s always another time for that and he can only hope that’s true.

Eric picks up the ring on the chain around your neck, "This looks familiar," he chuckles.

"This one too?" Hyunjoon teases, lifting a similarly styled ring around her neck.

Eric chuckles, "Yeah, I didn't say it earlier but they do look very familiar."

"Hope you don't mind me borrowing them." she chuckles.

Eric shakes his head and smiles. You just snuggle up closer than you already were. He might not admit it right now but knowing he's not crazy for his missing rings is comforting. They look damn good on the two of you too.

“Do you wanna clean up and we can cuddle?” Hyunjoon offers, seeing how both of you are fading fast.

“That sounds nice.” You hum, shifting slightly in Eric’s lap, “Carry me?”

Eric giggles quietly, “Okay.”

By the time you’re all cleaned up and comfy in bed together you can feel the tension enter Eric’s body again. You shift between your girlfriend and Eric, Hyunjoon spooning you from behind while you have your head pillowed against Eric’s chest.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um…” Eric starts, “You’re dating each other right…?”

Hyunjoon hums, reaching over to put a hand over Eric’s gently rubbing his knuckles, “Yeah, we are… is that okay?”

Eric nods carefully, “Yeah… but what does that mean here?”

“What do you want it to mean?” You ask sleepily.

Eric shifts slightly uncomfortably, “You’re celebrities… I don’t want you to risk anything for a– I’m just a fan I could never ask you to… I don’t know…”

Hyunjoon sits up, unbothered by her less-than-dressed state, and leans over you to kiss Eric’s cheek, “Hand me your phone, Eric.” Cautiously, he hands her his phone, ignoring the copious amounts of texts from the other boys, “There’s our numbers, I already made a group chat. Just rest and we’ll keep in contact, okay?”

“Now sleep, rest while you can. I assume you’re following us to the other stops, right?”

Eric gets comfy again and snuggles close, “Yeah, we, my friends and I are flying out in the morning…”

“So you really should sleep,” Hyunjoon giggles.

“Go to sleep.” You smile softly, kissing his jaw, “Goodnight, Eric.”

“Good night, girls.”

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