#minhee drabble

[mins-fins]

insomnia — kang minhee

according to kang minhee, you sleep too little.

ever since moving in with your very amazing and insanely tall partner, kang minhee, he always comments on how sleepless you look each day.

while you would agree, with how much work you have to do. yeah, you could stop painting all day but do you really want to? no. even if your up at three in the morning, it doesn't really matter to you.

it matters to minhee though.

minhee doesn't necessarily have to wake up in the morning to go to work, but you know he likes to get a full nights sleep, so seeing him awake at a time that you were awake was odd.

"y/n?"

"yes?"

"insomnia again?" he inquires, he knew you struggled to sleep, you hum as you narrow your eyes, a small groan of frustration escaping your lips as you realized you used the wrong color.

"yep" you whisper, staring at the colors as your eyes go back to the painting again. "i think i may have used the wrong color" you say.

"what are you painting?" minhee asks, gently placing his hands onto your shoulders as he tries to figure out what the painting is supposed to be.

"a garden" you reply. "i mean— i've started it, but i don't know which flowers to paint".

"what about tulips?" he suggests, and you tilt your head to look up at him. "you like those".

"those are kind of hard to paint.."

"you painted a literal cruise once, y/n" he states in a very deadpanned way, you chuckle and shake your head at the words.

"alright then" you sigh, pouting. "now i have to change the canvas".

"why do you..?"

"because i already got halfway through the painting and i prefer yellow colored tulips so now i have to start all over because it has to be perfect—"

"alright y/n" he squeezes your shoulder, and you laugh. you place down the other painted canvas, you'll use it for something later, you picked up a new blank canvas and placed it onto the easel.

"minhee why are you awake?" you ask as you begin to paint what you intended to.

"because you are" he says simply, somehow now having a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. you narrow your eyes at the sight, not even knowing where he'd gotten hot chocolate.

"where'd you get that?" you ask, staring at him for a moment before turning back to your canvas and beginning to paint the surrounding bush. "i want some.." you mutter.

"magic" he says in a tone of excitement, looking like a little kid, or seongmin whenever he gets chocolate. "how do i convince you to go back to sleep?"

"you don't".

"y/n" minhee whines, pouting as if he was a baby and not a 20 year old man who was 6'2. "if you don't get sleep then i'm gonna lose sleep over you losing sleep".

"then stay awake with me" you say, turning to look back at him once again. minhee blinks, like he wants to say no but genuinely can't.

"fine then" he says. "i will, i'll supervise your painting" he places the cup of hot chocolate down and places his hands onto your shoulders once again.

"i appreciate that" you say, minhee simply smiles and nods as he observes you paint.

he'd give a lecture on why sleep is important in the morning—

and maybe you'd actually listen then.

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO COME OUT AWHILE AGO BC I WROTE TO CELEBRATE @juyomiao GAINING 400 FOLLOWERS BUT THEN I PROCRASTINATED AND NOW IT CAME OUT LATE

ANYWAY I NEED TO WRITE MORE CRAVITY STUFF CONGRATULATIONS LI ON 400 FOLLOWERS ILY <333

[sooniebby]

ఌ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑

w.c › 11k

warnings › This is an OC. Reader’s last name is Lee. Internalized homophobia from reader. Religious guilt 10x. Thanks @sauvhffp for that Drabble, I borrowed an idea you presented in it. I don’t hate religious people pls don’t think that.

plot › You’re a cog in the machine that is capitalism, wondering if the days are worth it. When you meet a certain man that will make you wish for your mundane life again.

kinks › humping, handjobs, praise, lite pet play, degradation

words to know › Hyung (형) — a term a younger male with call an older male. Seonbae (선배) — term for someone in a higher position, can be work/school. Yeobo (여보) — “darling/honey” only married couples use this term. Gangaji (강아지) — puppy. Eonni (언니) — term a younger girl will call an older girl.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭

두통

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

다가와. 다가와, 자기야.

“Are you that scared of me? Or… are you scared of what this means for you? What you’re hiding deep inside.”

내가 너를 유혹하니?

“When you kneel for your God, do you think of when you kneeled for me?”

너무 순종적이잖아. 맛보고 싶지 않아?

“Kneeling for me in the same room your mother kneeled for Christ.”

그만해? 왜? 나는 진실만 말해.

“You can’t forget me, Lee (Name). Even with my body rotting right outside your door. You’ll find another me.”

“And he’ll break you; showing you true temptation.”

“Yah! Lee (Name)! Wake up!”

You gasped, sitting up. A paper was stuck to your cheek from your drool as you rubbed at your eyes, trying to fight the sleep that was threatening to seep back in. Another slam at your desk caused you to shriek as you glanced over at who was causing the commotion.

It wasn’t your boss, thankfully. But it was still a higher up, Park Minhee.

“Lee (Name), have you completed the paper I sent you this morning? You seem to be comfortably napping during work hours.” She said, raising an eyebrow. Her back straightened as she looked down at you like you were a little kid, not another adult that was only four years younger than her.

“Yes, Miss Park. I did finish it, I sent it straight to the boss.” You quickly answered, pulling off the paper stuck to your cheek. Minhee stared at you for a moment before letting out a humph.

She turned her attention to your colleagues who were watching the exchange. “Don’t follow in Lee (Name)’s footsteps, you hear? When you finish your work early, you will gladly get up and come ask me for more work. Do you understand?”

It took a moment before everyone reluctantly agreed. Minhee smiled, pushing up her circular glasses as she walked off, her heels clicking against the recently polished ground.

Your body felt limp once she was finally out of earshot. You could hear murmuring from your coworkers, a few a bit snarky about Minhee’s attitude being your fault.

“You okay, Seonbae?”

You glanced over to see Kim Eunha. Eunha was recently hired after being an intern for almost two years. It was pure luck she got the job here. Even for you, you were about to quit as an intern before you finally got the job.

Eunha was sweet. One of the only people you actually liked at your job.

“I’m okay. I just haven’t been sleeping well.” You muttered, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

“Oh! Here.” Eunha moved to grab something off her desk before handing it over to you. It was a glasses cleaner. You thanked her, taking off your glasses as you cleaned the marks off them.

Eunha hummed for a moment before grinning nervously. “Uhm, Seonbae. I was wondering if you were coming to the party Friday night.”

“Party?”

“Mhm. It’s being held for Kang Taeyeon’s birthday. She invited the whole department.”

“I don’t think I want to go. No one here besides you likes me.”

“Please?” Eunha frowned, sighing slightly. “You never come to the dinners or parties we hold. It might help bridge the gap if you attend them.”

You knew she was technically right. With you continuously pushing yourself away from your coworkers, the gap was wide.

But you didn’t necessarily feel like bridging it. There was no way you wanted to get close to people.

“I’ll think about it.” It was only Monday. You had four days to think about it. Eunha beamed at your words and eagerly went back to her assignment.

Like you’d actually want to go.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Your family was relatively agonistic when you were growing up. Mom and Dad didn’t care too much about religion to raise you under it with your elder sisters. While your mother’s family were strict Christian conservatives, your father’s family was practically the opposite.

Though you couldn’t necessarily call him your father these days, could you?

It wasn’t until your tenth birthday that something cracked in your family. The once happy family of five soured.

And it was all your fault. That’s what your father screamed every day and night as he cried into a beer bottle.

Your mother was unfaithful.

Unfaithful for so long that your sisters were technically your half sisters.

After that, your mother and father didn’t divorce for some odd reason. Mom began to wallow in self pity about her actions and turned to God. Her once flip-floppy faith turned solid. Anything to make her feel good about herself.

Your father took his anger out on you.

The eldest sister, having reached the age of twenty, was embarrassed by her family’s history. More so that she dared to happily love an affair baby. She hardly talks to you as if you asked to be born from a man your mother fucked on the side.

Everyday from then on, you were dragged to church each Sunday with your mother’s family. They practically beamed at having you at arms reach. Your weak mind took in all of the prayers and sermons to heart, hoping that maybe, just maybe, your family will come back.

Your family would come back once you repented your sins.

Sins…?

Ten year old Lee (Name) was sinful.

Your therapist had laughed when you said that.

You haven’t gone back to see him in over a year. So sensitive you were. The mere thought of everything that you learned being wrong made you feel sick.

“(Name), you made it. Your sisters are already here.”

Your feet always hesitated before you walked into your parents’ house. It was like your body was trying to protect you but you would always ignore it. Your mother rushed you inside as you slipped off your shoes, following after her.

“Afternoon.” Your eldest sister, Yerin, didn’t attempt to look up from her phone.

“Hi, how was your day?” Your second eldest sister, Yena, asked. Yena was staring at you as she picked up her bag from the chair next to her so you could join her at the dining table.

You gave Yena a smile. “It was okay. How was yours?”

“Great! The kids are calming down now that it’s been a month of school.” Yena smiled. She was a kindergarten teacher. Yerin was a lawyer. More meaningful compared to the plain office job you worked. You wished you liked your job as much as Yena did.

Your mother was fretting around as she placed down the dishes for dinner. You almost attempted to help her but stopped yourself, glancing down at your hands. Yena began talking about a “poop incident” at her school a week ago when Yerin finally looked up from her phone.

Yerin looked you right in the eye as she tilted her head. “You don’t visit often; what, found your real family?”

“Eonni!” Yena frowned, stopping her rambling to glare at Yerin.

You didn’t even attempt to say anything. This was to be expected with her. “Is he coming out for dinner tonight?”

“Why? You could talk to him yourself.” Yerin rolled her eyes. “I’m not sure why you don’t talk to him. He raised you, giving you shelter, food, water. The least you could do is act like a son to him. He’s getting stressed out at his job these days…”

You tuned her out. She wouldn’t understand. She had already left the home when your father turned on you. When your father didn’t hesitate to lock you in the closet until your voice was hoarse from screaming and Yena finally came home from her club.

Yerin was just like your mother. Pretending the way your father reacted was normal. Your mother was still oddly religious—fully believing that she had her sins forgiven by her lord and savior. She still dragged you to church every Sunday.

You were sure she was attempting to scout out a good Christian girl for you to marry now. So many of the older church ladies were stopping you after the sermon to introduce you to their daughters.

Your father didn’t come out for dinner.

Your mother kept saying he was just tired.

You weren’t a fucking idiot. That man still hated you for daring to be born and not dying in childbirth.

The food tasted bitter and cold. The cross on the wall of the dining room felt like a curse. Bible verses hanging right in your face. He was mocking you at this point. Why haven’t you been forgiven for your sins?

“How has work been? Have you gotten a promotion yet?” Your mother suddenly asked.

The kimchi in your mouth was so bitter that you almost throw up but you swallowed it down. “No. They wouldn’t give me a promotion so soon.”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed in on your face as her lips twitched. “You seem irritated. Have you been praying? Perhaps you should come to the nightly sermons I mentioned to you. Work must be stressing you out.”

You glanced over at Yena. “Do you go the sermons?”

Yena frowned, biting her lip. “Ah, no. I haven’t been going as often as I should.” She laughed nervously, rubbing at her arm. “But uhm, my husband isn’t exactly all that interested in religion.”

Yerin clinked her chopsticks against the bowl. “Why do you ask, (Name)? Trying to get out of your duty?”

Duty.

It was a fucking duty.

Yerin and Yena weren’t forced by your mom to go to church. But you were. You were dragged there by your arms even if you kicked and scream.

Your father had always told you that he’d never force a religion onto you. Though it was an empty lie, huh?

Deep down, you had a feeling it wasn’t just being an affair baby anymore. Your parents, even sisters, assumed something about you that made you anxious.

Why haven’t you been interested in girls like any other boy?

You were normal. You were fucking normal and you weren’t whatever your family was thinking. The sin of being born to an adulator was already on your record being a ‘homosexual’ of all things was practically a death sentence.

It was normal to not go crazy over any girl just because she was ‘pretty’ in the eyes of the church. You had standards.

“No,” you muttered, staring at the bowl of kimchi. Kimchi and rice. You’ve always eaten this. Always eaten it without a care in the world.

Your throat burned as you vomited on the dining table.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Seonbae, is this right?”

You glanced over at Eunha, checking the paper she was going over. “The number here is wrong. You subtracted instead of adding.”

“Ah! Thanks, Seonbae.”

It was Friday evening, your shift almost over in an hour. Eunha was still in the belief that you were coming to the birthday party. You didn’t know if you could turn her down. You’ve recently started going to the night sermons your mother was talking about.

They were bothering you—affecting your sleep. You would always come home with this weird ache in your chest that you couldn’t get rid of.

The hour felt long before it was finally over. It was bustling as people immediately got ready to go home for the weekend. You glanced over at the clock, trying to think of a way to excuse yourself when a hand patted you on the back.

“You coming, Lee (Name)? We’re heading to the restaurant!” It was one of your older coworkers, Park Woohyun. The ‘heartthrob’ of the financial department of the company. You understood why. He was handsome.

A few people often asked if he was related to Lee Dong-Wook.

You frowned, “ah, uhm, I’m not sure…”

Woohyun hummed. “What do you mean? I doubt you have anything better to do.”

Your jaw tightened as you heard a few chuckles. Anything better to do. Yeah, he was right. At most you were going to attend the sermon again. But to be told that out loud with the sounds of laughter following was humiliating.

Why did it seem like everyone hated you?

Were they right?

Does your sinful past follow you everywhere that people subconsciously feel it?

“Okay.” You suddenly said, a tight smile on your lips. “I’ll come.”

Besides, you needed to drink.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

“Is… this okay?”

His lips pressed against yours before pulling away. The cool air from the opened window eases into the bedroom. It caused your body to shiver as he let out a laugh.

“No. It’ll never be okay. Not if you want to stay a perfect church boy.”

“Then don’t kiss me again..! I can’t do anything else to make Him angry.”

“Don’t kiss you again?”

Hands gripped your shirt, pulling you close against his chest. Nose touching as his gaze bore into yours. His eyes looked blank as he leaned down, his lips teasing yours.

“Is that what you really want, Lee (Name)?”

You can’t remember if you ever responded to his question. The aftermath is all you can remember. He grabbed his backpack and went outside. You watched him get on his bike, the moonlight shining down on him.

There was something he said before biking away. It was hazy in your mind now but the essence was still there.

No matter how much you tried—you’ll never make your family happy.

Then he biked away. You turned to get back inside your house when a crash was heard. Running. You ran not even a few feet to see him on the ground, blood pooling beneath him. A drunk, clumsy driver stepped out of her car as she began babbling something.

All you remember is that the last thing you told Kim Junhan before his death at the ripe age of sixteen was that you would never be a ‘homosexual’ like he was.

“𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙔 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝘿𝘼𝙔!”

The sounds of clapping caused you to jump up, glancing over to see your coworkers had brought out the cake for Kang Taeyeon. You paid them no mind, staring down at your drink. Whenever you drank too much, he would always seep back into your mind.

You downed the drink in ease before asking for another one from the bartender. She raised an eyebrow at you but complied anyway.

The memories of Kim Junhan always felt so bitter.

The bartender placed the drink down. You were about to thank her when she held out a tissue for you. She must’ve noticed your confusion when she just pointed at your face and waited for you to take the tissue.

You took it and began to tap your face. When you glanced at the tissue it was wet. Fuck. You quickly wiped at your face, hoping that you didn’t look overly pathetic. Crying in a restaurant while your coworkers were singing happy birthday.

What a joke.

After the embarrassment began sinking in even more, you drank four more shots until the bartender refused to give you anymore. You were disgruntled with her but knew she was just doing her job. So you gave her the bill and left the restaurant.

None of your coworkers noticed.

You shivered as the cool air immediately attacked you once outside. You were only dressed in a thin white button up and black slacks. Your hands shook as you quickly made sure to put on your suit jacket. Though it did nothing to make you feel warm.

Perhaps you were too drunk but you suddenly felt like crying.

It had been over ten years now since Junhan died. You briefly wondered what day it was. It must’ve been his anniversary of his death. Maybe that’s why. That’s all it is.

You kneeled down and couldn’t stop the sobbing as you curled into yourself. A drunk man crying on the wall of a restaurant.

How pathetic.

ཆི❤︎ཆྀ

Moon Eunjae hated restaurants like this. Cheap and tacky. But more importantly, the rowdy group of corporate slaves that drank until they dropped. Looked like it was on their birthday.

He turned his attention back over to his plate of food, pushing it towards his friend. “Ugh. Eat it for me.”

His friend, Yoonchae, rolled her eyes. “What? Is the food too ‘cheap’ for your liking?” She asked, grabbing his plate and immediately digging in.

“Hey, if you paid for us, we wouldn’t drag you to cheap places,” his friend beside him, Rowoon, laughed. “Not everyone can afford a meal over 100,000 won.”

Eunjae hummed. “It’s just shit. Just because you’re poor doesn’t mean your food has to be shit.”

Rowoon laughed louder while Yoonchae snapped her chopsticks in half. A loud yell from the crowd caused Rowoon to sigh.

“Is this the only time they have fun? They’re so fucking loud.” He whined, shaking his head.

“It’s her birthday, cut them some slack.” Yoonchae muttered as she grabbed a new pair of chopsticks.

Eunjae didn’t say anything. He knew he wouldn’t understand how those corporate slaves would feel being free on weekends. Though he never attempted to understand. He was only twenty-one compared to the group of adults who looked closer to their mid thirties.

He rubbed at his face before standing up. “I’m taking a smoke break.”

“Hope you catch cancer.” Yoonchae said as he walked out of the building.

Eunjae yawned as he made it outside, the cool air hardly bothering him as he dressed in a thick jacket made with fluffy fur. He pulled out his lighter and pack of cigarettes, placing one between his lips as he easily lit it.

He stood there for a moment before hearing soft hiccuping. His eyes glanced to the right and he immediately looked away. Someone crying against the wall of a cheap restaurant that sells noodles that are obviously thirty years old.

Pathetic.

Oh well, he wouldn’t bother them.

His smoke break was needed as he hummed to himself. The calming wind breezed past him when he heard the stranger let out a particularly loud whimper. He was set on ignoring them again when they pulled their head out of their hands.

You were… pathetic.

So fucking pathetic.

But cute.

Like a puppy.

Round doe eyes wet with tears that’s stained your cheeks. Your body heaving as you took deep breathes from your heavy crying. Lips almost in a pout.

Who knew a man could be so cute?

Eunjae was ready to just leave you alone still despite his weird interest in you when your gaze turned over to him. Your body shivered as the wind picked up again. Doe puppy eyes bore into his as you sniffled, curling into yourself tighter to keep your body warm.

He didn’t know what to say. His cigarette was slipping out of his mouth as it parted in his shock.

Your eyes flickered to his face. He quickly wondered if you found him attractive. If you were feeling this odd need to be near him like he felt for you.

“I’m…” You whispered, he noticed your odd movements. Almost sluggish. Were you drunk? He waited for you to finish your sentence.

“Cold.” You lamely finished.

Eunjae didn’t know what exactly you thought he could do about that. But he didn’t say anything. You didn’t look like you’d listen to anything he would say right now. Right now he should be a ‘good’ citizen and get you home.

“What’s your address? You’ll freeze to death out here in such thin clothes.” He said, pulling out his phone to call a taxi.

You frowned, slowly standing up. Your body pressed against the wall as your eyes felt heavy. It was almost as cute as it was pathetic to watch you stumble over to him. Eunjae made no attempt to help you.

He enjoyed seeing you stumble.

Your hand gripped at his arm as you glanced at his phone. Your body felt so heavy that it felt as if you’d collapse if you let go of Eunjae.

“Address?” Eunjae asked again.

“Too far.” You whispered, subconsciously snuggling close to him. His jacket was so warm, so nice. Why couldn’t he share it with you?

“Too far? Come on, tell me where you live.”

“Incheon.”

“Incheon? You don’t live in Seoul?”

“Too expensive,” you whined, glaring at him. “It’s only an hour away… but trains closed.”

Eunjae checked the time. You were right, it was past midnight. No taxi was going to drive a full hour so late as well without some hefty cash. And you didn’t look like the type of be carrying such cash.

The door to the restaurant opened as a man and woman walked out. Eunjae watched them, noticing they must’ve been your coworkers. They looked worried almost scared as they frantically glanced around the street.

He wondered if they needed something until they glanced over at him. The pure anger on their face would’ve terrified him if he cared.

“What are you doing to my Seonbae?” The woman asked, glaring at Eunjae. She reached over and grabbed your hand, pulling you over. You didn’t attempt to stop her, releasing your grip on Eunjae’s jacket.

The man, a similar height to Eunjae almost looked like he was only one step away from punching him. “Were you trying to take him somewhere?”

Eunjae rolled his eyes. So much for helping. “I was trying to take him home. What is he your boyfriend?” He laughed, tilting his head.

“Woohyun Seonbae, let’s just get back inside, (Name) Seonbae is shivering.” The woman said, holding you close.

Woohyun glanced over at you. He only shook his head at Eunjae. “We’ll take him home.”

Eunjae shrugged. He didn’t care about you that much. But oddly enough, he couldn’t help but feel a bit… angry? Maybe it was the fact someone older than him was treating him like a predator.

Respect your elders or something like that.

He tugged at his jacket, holding it in his hands. The cool air immediately attacked him. No wonder you were shivering like a dog. He walked over to you, ignoring the woman’s glare at him.

“Here. Since you liked it so much.” Eunjae draped the jacket over your shoulders, helping you slip your arms in to properly wear it. Your doe eyes stared up at him as he zipped it up, a smirk on his lips. “Just return it to me, Gangaji.”

“Wait,” you called out. Eunjae glanced over at you just before he entered the restaurant. “How can I..? I don’t know your name..”

Eunjae grinned. “It’s in the jacket.”

He walked right back inside, joining Rowoon and Yoonchae. Rowoon hummed as he smirked.

“Where’s your jacket?” Rowoon asked.

“Gave it to someone.”

“You? Giving away your belongings?” Yoonchae laughed. “Why? Was she cute?”

“Very. He was as cute as a puppy.”

Yoonchae and Rowoon shared knowing looks at each other. Despite Eunjae’s ‘nonchalant’ behavior, they knew he must’ve been infatuated with this stranger to give up his favorite jacket.

They made a silent prayer for the poor soul.

Anyone Eunjae liked would often wish they never met him.

❝ 차츰 어둠이 드리울 테니 ❞

You awoke with a groan, feeling a comfortable bed beneath you. Your arms stretched out as felt considerably warm. A grunt left you as you sat up and took a look at your surroundings.

It was a nicer apartment. Your gaze flickered to the window. This was certainly Seoul. Incheon did have the busy streets as well but Seoul was considerably filled with people and cars rushing by.

As you got out of the bed, you noticed you had a large fluffy jacket on. You almost didn’t want to take it off. It was so warm and comfortable. But you pulled it off to see where you even got this.

Oh shit.

Dolce & Gabbana.

Your eyes read the name tag multiple times to see if you were imagining it.

Dolce & Gabbana!!!

Where did you get this?

You gently placed the coat that must’ve cost your rent on the bed and sprinted out of the bedroom. Just even where were you? The apartment was certainly nice but it didn’t look to be anything expensive. Quite small.

“Oh, Lee (Name) you’re awake!” A voice called out to you.

You glanced over to the kitchen to see Park Woohyun wearing an apron. Kim Eunha was right beside him holding a plate of pancakes. The two were smiling at you weirdly. Well, it was normal for Eunha to smile at you like that but you can’t ever remember Woohyun looking happy to see you.

“Do you have a hangover? I have some tablets in my bathroom cabinet.” Woohyun said, nodding towards the direction you came from. You did have a headache but didn’t want to leech on him anymore than you have.

“Uhm,” you whispered, walking over to them. “Did I sleep on your bed?”

Woohyun hummed. “You got my bedroom. Kim Eunha went back to her place but she came back to check on you. You slept in for a minute.”

Eunha hummed, smiling widely at you. “It’s 3 pm!”

Your eyes widen. “3 pm?! Why didn’t you wake me up?” You frowned.

“Why would I? You seemed like you needed the rest.”

“It’s okay, (Name) Seonbae. You had a crazy night, you needed all the rest you could get.” Eunha walked over to you, pushing you to sit down at the dinner table as she placed the plate of pancakes in front of you.

You muttered a quick thank you. “What do you mean? Did I do anything weird?”

Woohyun shrugged. “Define weird. You mean during the taxi ride here you cried that none of your coworkers liked you.” He took off his apron and walked over to you, sitting down beside you.

“I didn’t know you had that impression of me, Lee (Name).” Woohyun said, his face suddenly serious. “Have I been treating you terribly? Why haven’t you told me?”

Eunha sat down across from you, a frown on her lips. “Seonbae, I don’t know what gave you the impression we hated you but we don’t! We’re sorry we didn’t notice when you left the bar… If we were quicker that kid wouldn’t have been bothering you!”

You began to nibble on the pancakes when Woohyun gave you calculated look that was practically telling to eat or else. “What kid?” You muttered.

“The kid that gave you the jacket.” She said.

Your brain was a bit hazy. You couldn’t remember any kid that you spoke to. What kid was he to wear such a large jacket that it practically swallowed you whole? All you could really remember was what the kid called you.

강아지

You don’t know why he would call you a puppy, especially if he was younger than you. You do vaguely remember he didn’t speak respectfully with you.

Kids these days. You shook your head.

“I need to return the jacket then. Did he give his name?”

Woohyun shrugged. “He said it was written on the jacket. Check the name tag.” He leaned in close to you, causing you to flinch. His eyes narrowed in on you before he pulled away. “I think you suffer from low self-esteem, Lee (Name).”

Eunha coughed, her eyes wide. “Woohyun Seonbae! That’s not appropriate to say to someone randomly.”

“But it’s true.” Woohyun said, shaking his head. He was around fifty—probably uncaring about how to properly be a human at this point in life. “Only someone with low self-esteem would blindly believe everyone hates him. I joke with you but you seem to always take it as me punching you down.

“A normal person would tell the other that they don’t like the joke. However, you seem to think everyone else hates you as well. Kang Taeyeon invited you to the party for a reason. She was quite sad you stayed in the corner. It was party, you were supposed to mingle with everyone else.”

Eunha frowned. “Seonbae… This is a lot to spring up on someone with a hangover. Besides, it’s normal to not speak up in a work place setting. You’re our supervisor.”

“It’s not like I’ll fire you because you called me out.”

“Yeah well not every boss is as normal as you.”

You could only stare at Woohyun in shock. The audacity. The fucking audacity to bluntly tell you that you were suffering with low self worth.

It hurt. It really hurt.

Not just because he was your boss saying it.

But because he was right. Your therapist had said the exact same thing.

Were you that miserable that everyone could notice?

It was so fucking embarrassing. Why were you so embarrassing?

You didn’t even notice you were crying until your vision got blurry. Eunha began fussing obviously worried that Woohyun had hurt your feelings. And he did, he definitely did. You didn’t need this so early in the day, even if it was the afternoon.

A slight hiccup left you before you felt a hand pat you on the head. Your eyes glanced over to Woohyun. He looked a bit apologetic as he rubbed your head like you were ten years old.

“Sorry, Lee (Name). I hurt you again didn’t I?”

An apology? He really apologized.

Your lips quivered before you began to bawl. Woohyun and Eunha were shocked and quickly grabbed tissues as you wailed as if you were a baby.

Your dad was only ten years older than Woohyun.

Your dad never apologized like Park Woohyun.

To see someone close to your dad age, someone who could even be your father… To hear those words.

You needed to get back into therapy. You were a fucking mess.

Woohyun let you get cleaned up in his bathroom, telling you to just pull some clothes from his dresser. Eunha had given you a hug before you left. It was embarrassing to cry in front of a man who could be your father and a woman who was only two years younger than you. But it also felt liberating to see them care so much about you.

Did your coworkers… really not hate you like you assumed?

How many situations have you been in that you wrongly assumed the other hated you?

Maybe you… maybe you should make the effort to talk to people.

You shook your head. One step at a time. Your eyes flickered over to the jacket on the bed. You walked over and checked the tag again. Was there any other tag in it? It took a moment of you checking any space on the jacket before you came across a second tag that had the laundry instructions.

문은재

Moon Eunjae? A pretty name. You checked to see if there was any number. There was not. You checked the pockets until you pulled out a receipt. It looked to be from a delivery. The address and phone number was on it.

This must be his phone number. Hopefully.

You grabbed your phone, noticing a few texts from your mother. The familiar feeling of agony began to grow in your chest. You almost wanted to throw up the pancakes you ate.

Was it normal to hate being near your mother?

To even see a message from her and your world felt like it was crashing down.

She had sent multiple messages asking you where you were. Ah, there was another sermon yesterday. Looks like she was practically begging you to join the one for tonight. Why do churches even hold so many sermons everyday? Do people really enjoy that?

You checked the time. It was close to 5 pm now. No way would you make it in time for the 6 pm sermon. You didn’t respond and just decided to attend the usually Sunday Service at noon.

Your body instantly calmed when you decided that but you didn’t want to think any further on why church was so intense for you. You typed out the number on your phone and called it, hoping you could return the jacket tonight while still in the area.

It rang for a moment before it was answered.

“Who’s this?”

“Uhm, hello. Is this Mister Moon Eunjae..? You gave me your jacket last night.”

“Oh, Gangaji. You were able to remember me? Aren’t you a good boy?”

Your face flushed. What the fuck? You weren’t about to let someone younger than you talk down to you. “It’s Lee (Name). Anyway, I want to return your jacket while I’m still in Seoul. Where do you live?”

“Hm, you’re no fun.” He chuckled. “You got my number from the receipt, right? Go to the address.”

“What, but what time—?”

He hung up. That little…

You sighed. The address was in the direction of Incheon actually. So it wouldn’t be out of your way. You dressed in Woohyun’s clothes and put your dirty clothes in a plastic bag Eunha gave you.

It was awkward going back to the living room. Eunha had went back home before it got too dark. You were glad to not have to talk to her until Monday. But it was awkward seeing Woohyun.

Woohyun got up from the couch to let you out. You were set to rush out when he grasped your shoulder, turning you to face him. His face was blank before a slight smile pulled on his lips as he gave you comforting pat on the head.

“Get home safe. See you Monday.”

You definitely did not leave the apartment feeling happy, no you did not.

The address led you to a hotel. You at first thought maybe it was just a fancy apartment complex but the receptionist called it a hotel when you asked. It felt awkward just standing there in clothes a bit too big on your body.

Everyone that walked past was dressed to the nines. Expensive coats. Shining jewelry. It almost felt like a joke that you were even able to stand in the same area as them.

“Gangaji?”

You turned over to see someone walking over to you. You mentally cursed at yourself for responding to the nickname. The person who you assumed was Moon Eunjae grinned, wearing clothing vastly different from everyone else.

A baggy sweatshirt with faded jeans. He didn’t look like someone who could own such an expensive jacket but maybe he was just dressing down. You held the jacket out when he got close, a slight smile on your lips.

“Here… Thank you for offering it to me. I didn’t mean to act so childish last night.” You said, bowing your head slightly. Being his elder, you felt a bit embarrassed he took care of you.

Eunjae looked to be a few inches taller than you. Shaggy black hair. He had sharp dark brown eyes that stared straight at you. His lips pulled into a smug smile as he tilted his head. It took a moment before he grabbed his jacket from your hand.

“Thanks.” He said, his voice smooth and silky. You almost wanted to run out there but couldn’t help but stare right back at him.

He was handsome but you don’t remember ever being phased by a man being handsome. Mainly… only Kim Junhan had ever made you feel this strange way.

Eunjae suddenly hummed. “Do you want to have dinner before you go?”

Your lips parted, ready to refuse. “Yes.”

What?

You followed Eunjae out of the hotel. He didn’t say anything the entire walk. It was only for a few minutes before you reached a small little restaurant outdoors. There was a large tent covering it. A few people were sitting around eating what looked be Korean BBQ.

Eunjae motioned for you to sit while he talked to the owner. The owner almost looked excited to see Eunjae as she immediately pointed for him to sit down as she grabbed a plate of raw meat.

The two came over to where you sat. Eunjae sat down just as the owner turned on the heat of the grill. She handed Eunjae the meat and gave you a smile before rushing off to help some customers.

You reached out to grab the tongs when he did it for you. Your eyes just simply watched as he began to cook the meat. It was usually the eldest that cooked the meat—so to have him do it felt weird.

After a couple were finished he placed it on your plate, motioning for you to eat.

You silently thanked him and began to eat, having not had Korean BBQ in a hot minute. It was better than you remembered. You couldn’t help but flex your hand, shaking it in excitement as you continued to eat. Eunjae knew how to cook the meat just right!

A snort caught your attention as you looked up.

“You act like a kid.” Eunjae said, placing a few more pieces of meat on your plate. “It’s cute. You really are a Gangaji.”

You blushed. “It’s not right to call me that. I’m older than you.”

“Ah,” Eunjae rolled his eyes. “Should I call you hyung then?”

“Well, no, we’re not close.”

“But what if I want us to be?”

You almost choked as your eyes widen. Eunjae smirked. What the hell was wrong with this kid?

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one. I can legally drink.” He said, motioning to the beer he had ordered.

“Well I’m twenty-five; twenty-six in a few weeks. You shouldn’t speak so informally with me.”

“Why should I speak formally with my Gangaji?”

“You little!”

Eunjae ignored your outburst and placed the rest of the meat on your plate. He turned off the grill and began finally eat his meat that he cooked. You knew the meat had to have been cold by now. You were about to give him some of your meat as it was recently cooked but he suddenly looked up at you.

“I usually stay to people my own age.” Eunjae confessed. “But you’re too cute to pass up.”

“I’m a person.”

“And my Gangaji.”

“Stop calling me that!” You whined, trying your best to glare at him.

Eunjae’s eyes bore into yours. You suddenly felt watched as he just stared at you for a moment.

“Are you happy, Lee (Name)?”

Your eyes widen. It was odd to hear him properly speak to you. To use your name. But to even ask such a question. What the hell.

“Why… Why do you…?”

“It’s just a question.” Eunjae said nonchalantly. “I’m not happy, at least not fully. I think I’m not living life the way I want to.”

“I…”

“Are you living the life you want? Are there any people you should cut out of your life?”

A shuddered gasp left your lips, your eyes wide as you tried to speak. Why did it feel like everyone was suddenly your therapist?!

“I’m.. I’m happy.. I…”

“Are you religious?”

“How..?”

Eunjae grinned. “I don’t think you’d wear a cross necklace if you weren’t.”

You glanced down to notice your necklace wasn’t tucked in your shirt like it usually was. Your hand quickly tucked it away. Looking back up at Eunjae, his face was unreadable as he watched your action.

“It’s… I uhm. I do attend sermons. Are you religious?” You asked.

“No.” Eunjae took a sip of his beer. “Someone like me would burn if I step foot in a church.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

It was silent for a moment as he went back to eating his meat. Once he was finished, Eunjae glanced over at you.

“We should be friends. My mom wants me to be friends with more sensible people.” Eunjae chuckled, grinning at you. “Will you be my friend, Lee (Name)?”

You bit your lip. “Ah, but we might not have anything in common…”

“We’ll find something.” Was all he said before getting up, motioning that he was going to pay the bill. You almost shot up at the idea but he didn’t take no for an answer.

After paying, Eunjae walked with you to the train station. Usually silence made you feel awkward or anxious. But with Eunjae, the silence felt peaceful. Your mind didn’t overthink with him.

It wasn’t like he was doing anything. You just felt weirdly comfortable with him. There was an odd disappointment when you finally reached the station. You wondered if you should thank him or something when a hand slithered itself to the curve of your waist.

Your eyes widen as lips pressed against yours. Eunjae was kissing you. Kissing you out in the open. Your hand pressed against his chest but you hesitated for a moment to push him away.

No.

A man’s lips aren’t supposed to feel so good.

You were normal. You couldn’t be…

When Eunjae pulled away, you subconsciously moved forward. Your eyes watched his face as a slight smirk pulled on his lips. He released his grip on you before reaching up and tugging off his jacket.

You watched, sober this time, as he placed the jacket on your shoulders. He carefully helped you put it on, zipping it up. His hands rest on your shoulders before gripping your face, squishing it softly before pulling away.

“Text me when you get home, Lee (Name).” Eunjae said. You tried to ignore the weird way you wished he called you Gangaji again. That was weird, no man calls another man a puppy!

You mutely nodded, feeling cozy in the jacket. “How will you get your jacket back..?” You whispered.

Eunjae grinned. “You’ll call me.” He said. “And when I answer your call, you’ll come running to me.”

“Won’t you run to me..?”

“No,” he laughed. “You better go, the trains about to leave.”

“What about your number?”

“It’s the same one you called. Just save it.”

You nodded but your feet was glued to the ground. There wasn’t anything else you wanted to ask but you couldn’t find it in yourself to leave him. This odd feeling you have. Infatuation probably.

You’ve never felt this way about a woman.

For a man younger than you was insane. You almost wanted to cry. Couldn’t you do anything right?

A hand caressed your cheek, causing you to glance up. His thumb pressed against the bottom of your lip. It gently pried your lips apart before he leaned down, his lips teasing the tip of your ear.

“Don’t look at me like that—I’ll end up leashing you so you’re never away from me.”

You gulped as he pulled away. He didn’t say anything else besides gently nudge you to leave. You listened and quickly walked to train just as the doors open. Just as you stepped inside, you glanced back at him.

Eunjae waved. His lips parting to mouth something.

A blush spread on your cheeks at his words.

Good boy.

Something was awakening within you and it wasn’t going to be good.

❝ 달빛 아래 숨죽인 나 ❞

Sunday Service.

Sunday Service was something you had come to hate. But you never skipped them despite your body always feeling physically sick on Sundays. You had begun waking up early and vomiting the bile in your throat.

When you told your mother she said it was God pushing the sin out.

Whatever that meant.

You sat in the usual back row, right next to your mom. You always sat at the end so you could bolt right out as soon as it’s finished. The pastor was preaching something. The quotes weren’t registering to you.

A tap on your shoulder caused you to sit up straight. You didn’t look at your mother knowing she would be looking at you with anger. The pastors words finally began to settle in.

Genesis 19:26.

Your body froze when the pastor began reciting the verses. Something felt wrong. Very wrong.

You glanced over at your mother and saw she was smiling at you. It was a genuine smile—as if she was happy about what was happening. She couldn’t have…

Memories of after Kim Junhan’s death filled your mind. You had mostly blocked it out at this point but it was all coming back. After the funeral, your mother had pulled you aside to talk to you.

She quoted Genesis 19:26 to you. Reciting it word for word. Then told you that your ‘worldly’ beliefs would lead you to follow in Junhan’s fate. You remember asking her if she thought Junhan possibly loving the same sex meant he had to die.

You remember her face.

Her blank face before saying yes right. Junhan’s parents were only a few feet away from you. You wondered what would’ve happened if you had told them what she said. That their poor son was killed because God believed homosexuality was a crime.

That God created the accident. That the drunk driver probably wouldn’t have killed them if Junhan only kissed girls.

In a way, you began to believe it was your fault he died. Maybe if you pushed harder, let him know he couldn’t live his life his way.

Your breathing was hard. Your hands gripped at your pants as you watched everyone else just say “amen” over and over again. You glanced up at where the pastor was. Your mother was friends with the pastor.

Did she really request him to recite that specific scripture? Would she do that to you?

Did she suspect you were falling back into homosexual thoughts?

You wanted to vomit.

A strangled gasp left your lips as you shot up. Everything stopped, everyone staring at you. You knew you probably looked like a freak. People probably thought you were scared about a homosexual.

You had to leave. You couldn’t be here anymore.

Your hand gripped at the bench as you made the attempt to leave.

“Where are you going? You’re being disrespectful!” Your mother yelled, grabbing your hand.

“Let go of me!” You involuntarily screamed, ripping your hand from her grasp. A needle could be dropped at your outburst. You, Lee (Name) screamed?

Just as you were about to apologize, a hand gently rest it on your back. You glanced back to see someone you least expected.

Standing behind you was Kim Junhan’s parents, Geon and Dohee. Geon gave you a comforting smile as he gently patted your back. You looked down in embarrassment.

“We’ll help him get some fresh air. Please continue on.” Dohee said, smiling. She turned to your mother and gave her a nod before motioning for her husband to help you walk out. Geon practically dragged you out, your legs feeling like jelly.

You don’t remember ever seeing Geon and Dohee at the church ever since Junhan’s funeral.

The fresh air brought a much needed relief as it kissed your face. Geon held you to his chest as you attempted to stand straight. Dohee came over with a water bottle, dapping at your skin with a handkerchief.

“Poor, baby… You’re sweating.” She muttered.

“Are you alright, (Name)-Ah?” Geon asked, helping you to sit down on the outdoor bench. You practically collapsed and went limp, chugging at the water bottle.

“It looked like he was having a panic attack. (Name)-Ah, do you have any medication for it?” Dohee said. You forgot she was a therapist.

You coughed slightly. “Why are you guys here?”

Dohee smiled somberly. “Well, Friday was Junhan’s death anniversary so we came to visit his grave. We were going to go back to Seoul yesterday but I wanted to visit the church to see some old friends.”

“I’m sorry,” you suddenly whispered. “I haven’t been visiting his grave often.”

Geon patted your head. “It’s alright. We know you love him. How have you been? Is everything treating you alright?”

You frowned. How much should you tell them? Back then, they certainly knew your father hated you. It wasn’t exactly a secret. There were so many times you ran to Junhan’s house to stay the night or even weekend to get away from home.

“I just… I just always feel anxious and terrible when I hear Genesis.” You admitted.

“Genesis? Why? It’s simply about disobedience.” Geon handed you Dohee’s handkerchief that you greatly accepted.

You shook your head. “It’s not over the story’s meaning itself… It’s more so on the memory surrounding it.”

Dohee and Geon didn’t make attempt to press you on it, thankfully. Geon went back inside to grab some more water as Dohee sat down beside you.

“Have you been treating yourself well?” She asked.

“Yes… I have.”

“Mhm.” She glanced over at you. “You can always contact us or even visit us, (Name)-Ah. Just because Junhan is gone doesn’t mean we have to leave your life as well. I felt like you were my own son back then. And even now, you’re my son. I worry for you. I want you to be happy, doing whatever you so wish.”

You frowned, biting your lip. “Anything? What if what I want to do is against God?”

“You want to murder someone?”

“What?! No!”

“Then what could it be? Do you truly believe in God? I remember how you speak about God—it’s always in fear. You never seem happy in church.”

You stared at her. “I guess… I guess I didn’t willingly want to go to church. Coming to church makes me anxious. I don’t like it here.”

“Then why come?” Dohee patted your leg. “You’re not a child anymore. You’re twenty-five. I assume you have your own apartment?”

“Yes.”

“Why are you letting your moth—your fear control you?” She gave you grin. “Before you started going to church, you were so bratty. No one could tell you to do anything without getting into a screaming match. You had to be presented a PowerPoint to do anything. I know it’s been too long for you to truly be that person again.

“But I believe you can see your worth. It’ll take time but you need to stop letting God or anyone else tell you what to do.” She sighed, pulling away just as Geon came outside with a water bottle. He handed it over to you.

You stayed outside with Geon and Dohee for a while longer. They told you to visit them whenever you came back to Seoul and left. It almost felt amazing to be with older people who were normal. You thought back to Dohee’s words as people began to leave church, signaling the service was done.

Your mother and her usual group of friends came over with their children. You usually attempted to force a smile but you didn’t this time, too tired to really do anything. So you didn’t even try to stand up when they were right in front of you.

“Lee (Name), are you alright? That was so scary? What happened?” A woman asked.

“Stomach bug.”

“Stomach bug? But why did you scream?” A man asked, one of the older woman’s son. His wife was right beside him, holding their daughter. You knew that’s what your mother was praying day and night for you to have.

“I was going to throw up if she held me back.”

Your mother looked angry but you didn’t say anything to her. The group began talking a bit amongst themselves when one of your mother’s bestest friend came over with her daughter who was close in age with you.

The mother was Sieun. Her daughter being named Gayoung if you could remember.

“(Name), you gave us quite a fright! Gayoung was so worried she was about to rush out to see if you were alright.” Sieun said, subtly nudging her daughter.

Gayoung smiled shyly, pushing at her hair. “Are you okay now, Lee (Name)..?” She whispered.

You knew Gayoung was any Christian man’s dream girl. A pretty girl who was quiet and modest. It wasn’t her fault that her mother was so desperate to marry her off to any man.

“I need to go, the virus is coming back.” You said, standing up. The three women stared at you in shock as you walked away.

It felt absolutely awful to leave them like that but you didn’t think you could handle staying there for a second longer. You just wanted to get home and collapse on your bed before work tomorrow.

You wanted to die.

It took longer for you to get home because of the need to stop multiple times. But you finally reached it. You got inside and kicked your shoes off, sluggishly dragging your body to your bedroom.

You plopped down with a huff, reaching into your pants to pull out your phone. It was around 4 pm.

You attempted to just sleep then when your eyes landed on a jacket resting on your door. It was fluffy and the most expensive thing in your house. Eunjae’s jacket. You slowly got up and grabbed it, hugging it to your chest.

The scent was nice. It must’ve been recently washed before Eunjae gave it to you. You dropped the jacket on the bed and began taking off your clothes. The clothes landed half hazardously around the room. Your finger tugged at your boxers before you slipped it off as well.

A grin pulled on your lips as you crawled into the bed, right over the jacket. You sprawled it out and leaned down, sniffing it. It was soft against your face. A weird feeling was taking you over as sat up.

In your twenty-five years of life you never masturbated.

Never.

Sexual pleasure was wrong.

Or the pleasure you wanted.

When you had moved out, you thought you would finally be comfortable enough to masturbate. But when you looked up porn, you noticed yourself paying more attention to the guy than the girl.

You had never touched porn again after that.

The most you had ever done was with Junhan.

But even then, you two didn’t go far because you were too scared. You had seen his cock and almost attempted to lick it. You wondered how far your relationship could’ve gone if you weren’t so scared about being punished.

Who could even punish you?

Dohee was right—you were an adult. You couldn’t live your entire life hoping to make your parents happy. To get the love from a man who doesn’t even say your name.

You stared down at the jacket. It can’t be too hard to wash a jacket, right?

Besides, it’s really soft. Is this real fur?

You slowly pressed your lower half against the jacket, your cock twitching already from the sensation. A whimper left your throat as you began to grind against the jacket. You started off slow before that wasn’t enough.

You rutted against the jacket, arching your back to get a better angle. It was so soft but that meant there wasn’t a lot of feeling in rutting. Your hand reached down as you hesitantly grasped your cock, shivering at the feeling.

The sensation was a bit much but you began jerking off. Your hips still moved as your toes curled, your orgasm already coming. To think you were missing out on this.

A stuttered whimper left you as you came, coating the soft fur beneath you. You sighed, pulling your hand away. Well, you could again…

You began to rub down against the jacket again, closing your eyes as you tried to reach a second orgasm. Maybe it was because it was his jacket you were using but you suddenly wondered what Eunjae would think if he saw you like this.

Would he be angry? Punish you for running his clothes with your cum?

Would he degrade you? The thought made you whimper—you liked his praise but you wanted to know how badly he could degrade you.

That couldn’t be normal but you were too close to think about the implications of that.

The high reached you quickly once again as your hips stuttered to a stop and you came. Your breathing was heavy as you pulled away, staring at the brown fur that was covered in white.

A weird sense of pride filled in your chest.

Now whenever he wore it, you’d be ingrained in it.

Wow, what the hell were you thinking?

You shook your head. Weird. That thought was weird. You need to take a shower.

And maybe masturbate some more.

Yeah, you have all night.

❝ 달콤한 어둠 아래 마녀들의 밤이 와 ❞

“You okay?” Eunha asked, sitting down beside you.

No, you weren’t okay. It had been over two weeks and you’ve been rutting against Eunjae’s jacket every night like a damn dog. You always managed to cum two times a row, last night reaching three!

You were insatiable. It must be your body wanting to catch up on all the years you’ve missed but it was fucking crazy that it was mostly dealing with Eunjae’s jacket!!

No way in hell you could return his jacket now. You washed it and now it was lighter than normal! How were you supposed to know you can’t bleach fur!

Eunjae would be furious!!! He’d make you pay him right away!

6,408,249 won!

That’s more than your fucking rent. That’s triple your rent!

You were so fucking screwed.

As you wallowed in self pity, you felt a pat on your back. Woohyun sat down beside you as he began eating his lunch. Eunha was still trying to ask you questions but you didn’t exactly want to tell her that you came all over a jacket and it was now ruined.

“Have you gotten back into therapy?” Woohyun suddenly asked. “I know the younger generation is much more mature about going to it. Is it too expensive now?”

“Seonbae!” Eunha glared.

You shook your head. “I won’t be able to afford therapy at this point.” You whined.

“Why?” Woohyun asked.

“Got stuck with a payment.”

“How much is it? I’ll help you.”

“Oh! Me too, Seonbae!”

“6,408,249 won.”

Woohyun and Eunha stared at you as if you were fucking insane. They both coughed before looking down at their food.

“Uhm sorry.”

“Sorry you’re going through that, Seonbae.”

“Thanks for the other anyway.” You muttered, finally eating your salad that you’ve been poking for over fifteen minutes.

That was the reason you haven’t called Eunjae despite wanting to. You practically hovered over his contact information each night before forcing yourself to bed. Why hasn’t he texted you? Why do you have to be the one to text him?

Was he finally taking to heart that you were the elder in the relationship?

Man, you didn’t care about that anymore.

Well, sort of. You still wish he had some respect for you.

The rest of the day was uneventful as you took the train back to Incheon. You actually made it home before the train got filled to the brim with people. Once you made it to your apartment you almost thought about masturbating again.

But no, you couldn’t keep running away from your future payment.

You were an adult. That meant having to face the consequences of your actions.

You changed into an oversize t-shirt and gym shorts. Your phone was staring at you as you hesitantly grasped it. You scrolled your limited contacts before landing on Eunjae’s. Your finger hovered over his contact before you slowly pressed it, anxiety taking over.

It rang for a few moments. You almost wondered if he wasn’t going to answer until it finally picked up.

“Gangaji…. What took you so long?”

A giggle almost escaped your lips but you managed to stop it by biting your tongue. “It’s Lee (Name).” You said, gotta have some form of self respect. “I wanted to know when I can return your jacket.”

“You can return it now.”

“Huh? But I’m back home in Incheon.”

“I’m in Incheon right now.”

“Huh?”

“I was visiting a friend who lives here. Tell me your address.”

You got ready to refuse, it wasn’t smart to tell a stranger your address. But when your lips parted you ended up telling him your address.

Fucking idiot.

“See you, Gangaji.”

It didn’t take too long for him to knock on your door. You had practically jumped up and ran to open it.

There he was; dressed in a simple t-shirt with baggy jeans. He didn’t even wait for you to invite him in. You almost yelled at him for that until he looked back at you and grinned. Wow, his smile must regularly make girls faint.

“Where’s my jacket?” He asked, causing your body to freeze up.

“Ah uhm. Slight problem, when I attempted to wash it I used bleach and now it’s really ashy in color.” You explained, waiting for him to yell at you and ask for payment.

But he didn’t, he looked amused. Eunjae hummed. “Okay. Lemme see.”

You nodded and went to your room. You grabbed the coat, ready to turn back when you see him entering your room. A gasp left you as you almost jumped out of your skin. Eunjae only grinned before glancing down at his jacket.

“Ah, you really did ruin it.”

You frowned. “Yeah… I know it’s over 6,00,000 won… I can’t pay that right now but I can do it in fragments or something.”

Eunjae only tilted his head. “Why did you wash it anyway?”

“Ah! I got it dirty!”

“How?”

“Ah….”

A sly smirk appeared on his lips as he stepped towards you. You flinched, taking a step back. It continued until your legs bumped against the edge of your bed and you fell down. Eunjae took advantage of that and trapped you down on the bed, his hands resting on either side of your head.

“Tell me. I deserve to know. It was my favorite jacket.”

You gulped. His favorite? Oh for fucks sake.

This was going to be so embarrassing. You clutched the coat to your chest as you closed your eyes, not wanting to look Eunjae in the eye.

“I.. got cum on it.” You whispered.

“What was that?”

“I cummed on it!” You cried out, waiting for the anger.

It was silent for a moment. You opened one eye before glancing up at Eunjae. The sight was shocking to say the least.

He didn’t look angry… he looked almost pleased..?

“Did you, Gangaji? Don’t you know that makes you naughty?” He asked, his right hand moving to grab the jacket. “But you were telling me that I have to speak to you with respect… yet here you are, cumming on my clothes like a pathetic dog.”

You whimpered as he pulled the jacket out of your grasp. He tossed it across the room before leaning down, his nose brushing against yours.

“Did you think of me? Or were you just using it because it was so soft?”

Your cheeks flushed. “A.. a few times..”

“A few times…” Eunjae’s hand trailed down your chest, grasping the edge of your shirt. He roughly pulled it up and forced it into your mouth. A strangled gasp left your lips just as you were about to spit it out when he glared at you. “Keep that between your teeth. You don’t want to act out anymore, do you?”

Eunjae smiled when you bit down on the shirt. His hands gripped your gym shorts, pulling them down without any hesitation. You could only watch as he rubbed his palm against your clothed cock. Your boxers were already tight against your skin but felt even tighter as your cock began to harden.

“Cute. I had so many ideas on how you’ll be but you’re already better than any imagination.” He said.

His palm slowly rubbed your cock. He made no effort to take your boxers off even as you began to whimper. Your hips stuttered from the feeling, wanting to just quickly jerk off. This teasing isn’t something you were used to.

No matter the fact it was another man. Despite yourself, you were thinking about how much of a sin this was. How you were disappointing everyone in your family. You were disgusting in the eyes of God.

Tears prickled your eyes as you tried to push the thoughts away.

“(Name).” Eunjae suddenly said. Your eyes opened as you stared up at him. His face was devoid of any emotion as he released his grip on your cock. You could only watch as he reached beneath your shirt. A shriek left your lips when you felt something snap against your skin.

His hand pulled out and in his palm was your cross necklace. You could only watch in awe.

“My poor Gangaji.” Eunjae muttered. You didn’t know if he was actually worried about you or being patronizing. “You’re already broken. That’s no fun.”

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips. “I’ll have to build you back up.” He whispered against your lips. A moan left your lips as his free hand slipped into your boxers, grasping your cock with ease.

He quickly jerked you off, your back arching as the orgasm was immediately building. You were withering and moaning beneath him, grasping at the bedsheets beneath you. The shirt had already left your lips as you couldn’t hold back your whimpers.

Your toes curled as he pressed kisses along your neck. It was different with someone else. You thought you were about to die from the pleasure.

“Cum, Gangaji. Cum for me.”

A loud cry filled the room as you cummed, coating the inside of your boxers. Eunjae pulled his hand out as he pressed it against your lips. You whimpered as he pried your lips open, slipping his fingers into your mouth.

It took a moment before you began sucking on them, cleaning the cum off his fingers. Your cock twitched again. You wanted to cum again.

Eunjae chuckled. “Wow, you’re insatiable, huh?” He asked, grasping your bulge again. You whimpered, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He only smirked before rubbing your cock against your boxers. You immediately went into a panting frenzy as he rubbed a quick orgasm out of you. Eunjae hummed, seemingly shocked you came so quick.

“Cute.”

You laid on the bed in a daze, wanting to just sleep. But Eunjae had other ideas as he began to undress you. “Can’t sleep here, you need to bathe.”

A whine left your lips but you didn’t stop him. You felt his arms beneath your body before he hoisted you up.

“Stay awake for me, Gangaji.” He said, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Tell me the code to your front door.”

“Hngh… 1004.”

“Angel?” Eunjae laughed. “Cute. You really are cute, Lee (Name). I don’t want to leave you alone for a second.”

You hummed. “Then don’t…”

You must’ve fallen asleep because you woke up hours later alone in your bed. You almost felt disappointed but fought the feeling away. It was okay… At least he wasn’t going to charge you for ruining his jacket.

But you still felt so empty.

Your hand reached up to touch your chest. The cross was gone.

And you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

❝ 데려가 줘 영원히 마녀들의 밤이 와 ❞

It had been a week since you last seen Eunjae. You almost felt like you imagined him. But his jacket was still at your house, he never ended up taking it.

You would still rut against it to masturbate. It was still so good. But it never felt the same as when Eunjae jerk you off. You had stopped going to church and seeing your parents.

Though there were nights you cried and prayed to push the thoughts away. In your heart, you knew you were gay. You hadn’t answered your mother’s calls. Even ignoring Yerin and Yena.

You knew that would implode on you one day but at least not today.

You came home from work, ready to collapse on your bed once more.

But you noticed there were moving boxes right outside your door. You gasped, wondering if your landlord was kicking you out or worse! Until you punched in the code. It hadn’t been changed. You slowly pushed it open to see nothing had changed.

Then…

You heard a laugh coming from your spare bedroom. There was nothing in there because you could never afford to buy anything so it was your spare closet. You hesitantly walked over to the door, slowly pushing it open as well.

The room was fully furnished. A small little sofa against the wall. A whole desk with a PC and everything. A few more boxes in the room that possibly haven’t been opened yet.

In the center there was someone in the chair.

Your eyes widen as the person took off their headphones before swirling the chair around.

Moon Eunjae stared at you with a smirk.

“Welcome home, Yeobo. Sorry I took so long, I had to break the lease of my apartment back in Seoul.”

What the fuck?!

Finally!! I got Eunjae’s first chapter! I originally didn’t plan for pet play to be his main kink but realized it suited him a lot. 1004 sounds similar to the Korean word for angel (천사) that’s what Eunjae says “angel.” He isn’t as manipulative in this cuz I gotta set things up but he’s gonna turn insane in later chapters. Also, it’s pronounced Gang-Ah-Ji in case you’re confused.

Also I know Genesis 19:26 isn’t about homosexuality, but my grandma used that against me when I told her that I might be trans to persuade me to stay Cis so that’s why I used it here.

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Translations:

두통 (the title) — headache

다가와. 다가와, 자기야. (Come close. Come close, baby)

내가 너를 유혹하니? (Am I tempting you?)

너무 순종적이잖아. 맛보고 싶지 않아? (You’re so obedient. Don’t you want to taste it?)

그만해? 왜? 나는 진실만 말해. (Stop it? Why? I only tell the truth)

❝ 차츰 어둠이 드리울 테니 ❞ (the darkness is being casted slowly)

❝ 달빛 아래 숨죽인 나 ❞ (i hold my breath under the moonlight)

❝ 달콤한 어둠 아래 마녀들의 밤이 와 ❞ (in this sweet darkness, the witching hour descends)

❝ 데려가 줘 영원히 마녀들의 밤이 와 ❞ (take me, the endless witching hour decends)

Songs used: Reveal by The Boyz and Apple by Gfriend

[seongminflirt]

little secret, a minhee fwb drabble, will be coming to y’all soon (hopefully today)!!!!!!

[seongminiz]

wait (again) omg ok i did have 2 mins🤭🤭 ahhhhh it’s rly good!! i read a jake puppy hybrid drabble recently too and i think this is kinda gonna be a thing for me now😓😓😓 like it’s so cute minhee so eager to cum and the knotting is kinda🥴🥴🥴 /pos !!!!!!

- 🧁 anon

🩷🩷puppy hybrids🩷🩷

n yeah idk i definitely wasn't in a subby mood when i wrote that HE'D BE SO PATHETIC PLS (now im thinking sub x sub with minhee tho omfg i cant do this)

[liamade]

Sleeping Stars ; Kang Minhee

»»—pairing: kang minhee x non-gendered reader

summary: A late-night of unfinished assignments lead to shiny, gold Daiso stickers that could only hope to imitate his beautiful freckles.

genre: fluff, college au, boyfriend minhee

warning(s): N/A

✧ word count: 578

a/n: this is a spin i took on this au by !! please read the og because it's really adorable ^^

also! feel free to insert your own pronouns/gender as I tried writing this with a non-binary insert character :)

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The sound of rustling and frantic mumbling pulled Minhee from his sweet dream of a bathtub full of tabby kittens.

His eyebrows furrowed and a groan slipped past his lips as if telling whoever and whatever to simply fuck off. A smile rose to his face as sleep quickly found him again soon after.

The room was silent, save for the small "Minhee?" that was whispered out into the still air, followed by the creaking of the bed.

Little taps danced across his cheeks every few seconds and he subconsciously wrinkled his nose. He felt like he was going to sneeze any second from the tickling feeling.

Starting to feel frustrated, he finally opened his eyes, trying to catch the culprit red-handed. Staring back at him like a deer in headlights was his s/o, completely frozen without saying a word.

"..what are you doing?"

They gave him an awkward smile, moving from their spot in his lap and onto the bed next to him. "You know how I said I was gonna stay up and finish my paper? Well, I got bored of that and decided to come to bed,,, but I couldn't fall asleep and I had a good idea!"

Minhee rubbed at his eyes. "Okay.. and what was it?"

"When people can't sleep, they count sheep. Sheep are really... been there and done that so…. I started counting your freckles. Then I realized your freckles kinda remind me of stars. So I went to Daiso and brought these star stickers to put on your cheeks." they held up the sheet of stickers with a sheepish smile.

"You brought who for my what?" he sat up, giving them a sleep-fueled confusion-ridden expression.

"I, um… I brought little star stickers to put on your cheeks"

Minhee couldn't help but laugh as he thought over everything he was just told. "You could've just woken me up to make this whole thing easier on yourself, babe."

They pouted, "but you looked so peaceful in your sleep.."

"Well I'm up now, aren't I?"

The two of them sat across each other on the floor, Minhee quietly watching as his s/o was hard at work.

"Are you done yet?"

"Hmmm.. nope, not yet. Gotta make this perfect.."

As the feeling of boredom started to settle into his stillness, his hand reached for the Daiso bag, dumping the contents out onto the floor. Grabbing the lone glitter jar, he looked down at it, the cogs in his brain churning before he looked up to his s/o's face and back down again. A mischievous smirk painted his face as he laughed to himself.

"What are you-" They were cut off by Minhee's gentle poke under their eye, a grainy feeling under his fingertip.

"Oh… it barely stuck." he sulked as he pulled his hand back, looking at his work.

"What the hell did you just put on my face?"

He held up the jar with an innocent smile, "I thought we could match~"

Their eyes grew as they realized what was going on, "you put glitter on my face?! I'm still gonna be scrubbing this stuff off by the time I'm sixty-four!"

"You'll be a fashion icon in your 60's—you should thank me really. Besides, you look cute."

They rolled their eyes with a sigh, the smile on their face betraying their act. "If you want the glitter to actually stick.. you can go grab my eyelash glue or something…."

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[multiwendi]

[10:02 a.m]

Minhee had his day off, and he decided to surprise his girlfriend with her favorite coffee and strawberry cheesecake. He unlocked the door to her apartment, tiptoeing to her bedroom because he knew she would be still sleeping. A smile flashed across his face as he saw her sleep contentedly in his t-shirt. He placed the coffee and cheesecake on the side table, sitting carefully on the bed next to Y/N. He leaned closer to her ear, whispering.

"Wake up, Sleepy Beauty." He watched her, how she was slowly waking up with a confused look on her face.

"What are you doing here, bubs?" she asked, yawning loudly. Minhee giggled at how she was cute.

"I have a day off, so I decided to see my beautiful lady," he said, still giggling at her.

"Why are you giggling? I just woke up," she playfully slapped his shoulder. He laughed, cuddling to her.

"You're just so cute."

[softseongminnie]

[6:55 pm] Opening the door to the gymnasium, you were met by loud cheers and the sound of basketballs bouncing against the floor. Looking around the room, you spotted the two teams warming up, dribbling around on the field and aiming the balls to the tall hoops on each side.

You walked over to your usual spot on the bleachers, on the bottom row next to your friends who were waving at you - but your eyes were glued to the field, looking for someone. And suddenly, there, shooting a three-pointer was Minhee. You smiled almost instinctively at the mere sight of him, a few drips of sweat running down his neck and his shirt clinging onto his body, but managed to tear your eyes from him to greet Hyeongjun and Woobin who were now laughing at how immersed you were in the game that hadn’t even started yet.

But just a few seconds later, Minhee was jogging over to where you were now sat. You cocked an eyebrow at him, confused at what he was doing, but he signaled with his hand for you to come closer, which you did. There was a little height difference as the bleachers were a bit over the ground, meaning that you were taller than Minhee for the first time ever.

“What are you doing? You need to warm up,” you hummed at him.

“Give me a kiss!” he started, and you chuckled. “It’s for...” He paused, looking like he was searching for the right words. “good luck.”

You shook your head, laughing lowly. “Are you serious?” He nodded quickly. “You’ve never needed it before!”

“Please?” He pouted, clasping his hands together in front of him as if he was begging you. You rolled your eyes but smiled, before crouching down to him, cupping his cheek in your hand and attaching your lips onto his in a sweet kiss.

You had to pull away from him the moment you heard hollers - not only from your friends next to you, but pretty much the entire hall. There were screams of “you go Minhee” and “get a room!”, making your cheeks grow hot as you stood up straight again, moving back to your seat. He looked up at you one more time, pointing at you and yelling “I’ll win this for you!”. You smiled and blew a kiss to him before he turned his back on you, running off to his team again - and that’s when your eyes landed on his coach, standing on the side of the field and shaking his head at your boyfriend.

[emeraldenha]

CLOUD WATCHERS.

pairing: best friend!minhee x gn!reader | genre: high school au, secret pining, fluff | word count: +400 words | warnings: none

“I’m bored.”

You sigh. “I know since you feel the need to remind me every five minutes.”

“Because I’m bored!” he reiterates in an overly dramatic tone. “We’ve been here for over an hour. How long does it take to stare at some clouds?”

“Hey, they’re not just some clouds!” You sit up a little to lightly punch his arm, laying back on the grass right after. “Use your imagination! Come on, look at that one. What do you see?” 

You point your finger to a random spot.

Minhee squints as he glances up at the sky, puzzled. “I don’t know, kind of looks like a cat giving birth.”

You click your tongue. “How poetic.”

“Thank you.” He gives you a lazy, lopsided grin, his eyes squinting from the sunlight. “Also, do we have to be in the grass? Couldn’t we have set up a hammock or something?”

“I’m starting to see why Serim doesn’t invite you to his family camping trips anymore.”

He shrugs. “You’re not wrong.”

Though he’s your best friend, Minhee has never taken much interest in your hobbies and vice versa. You were far from polar opposites; the two of you just simply didn’t engage in any similar past times.

But ever since he got you to join him and the boys for a night of karaoke, you’ve been begging him to give your interpretation of fun a try in the hopes that he’ll enjoy it too. At first, he thought cloud watching couldn’t be that bad since he usually liked things that required minimal energy, but it didn’t take him long to realize that it just didn’t really click with him.

Now, some weekends he’ll force himself out of bed in the morning to sit in his backyard and stare at the sky to see if the experience will feel any different. It never does.

Though one day when he passes by the park on a jog and finds you by yourself in the field, he sees just how adorable you are. The way you appear so lost in your own world, softly humming a tune under your breath. The way you react when he calls out your name as you turn your head to look at him with a soft smile.

He’s undeniably infatuated by your serenity.

Minhee still doesn’t understand any of the joy that could possibly come from watching a bunch of clouds, but if he were to think of something, at least they reminded him of you.

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[ddaehyeon]

mornings with cravity

okay here’s some morning fluff. ๑>◡<๑

not requested! ✧ ot9; 1.5k words

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couple workout with park serim

a sleepy groan had made its way out of your lips as he technically carried you out of your shared room. the weak resistance coming from your still drowsy figure had no effect on him. 

“please, serim, it’s too early for this.” you pouted but stood in front of the wide television where the routine he’d usually follow was already playing.

he chuckled at your response, cupping your cheeks before planting a soft peck on your lips. “a set of curl-ups, i’ll kiss you every time your elbows touch your thighs.”

the offer sounds good, but you thought of a better one. “how about you curl-up while i hold you and i kiss you each time you rise?”

sunrise with allen ma

despite how you were already wearing a thick layer of clothes, the morning breeze still made you shiver. you weren’t really a fan of waking up early, but allen would always manage to get you off the bed through all the soft and tickling kisses. 

the two of you were sitting on the bench by the balcony of your shared unit, watching the sky which was still painted black. it was growing lighter and lighter with each passing minute though. 

allen threw his arm on your shoulder, bringing you closer to him. as he leaned back, you allowed your head to rest on his chest, his soft heartbeat offering you a fuzzy feeling. 

soon the sun began extruding a bright color in the sky. its warmth slowly spreading. 

“regardless of how many times i’ve seen this with you. it’s still beautiful,” allen remarked, his eyes locked in the sky.

“it is.” as you said those words, allen leaned close to you, giving the top of your head a light kiss.

tickles and kisses with koo jungmo

there was no need for any alarms, jungmo’s lips brushing upon your skin as he peppered your face with light kisses were all you needed in the morning. it had been always enough to wake you up, your day starting right off with a smile. 

“good morning, y/n,” he greeted, his voice still dripping in drowsiness as he planted a soft peck on your lips. there was a small smile on his lips, contented before he wrapped his arms around you, snuggling closer. “wake up~”

you simply hummed as a reply which wasn’t exactly the response jungmo had usually favored. soon right after, his hand began moving all over your body. an annoyingly funny sensation coursing throughout your body as he tickled you. it was his last straw for waking you up.

laughter filled the room as you tried to wriggle out of jungmo’s grasp. he was already sitting, continuing the act with chuckles leaving his lips. 

“okay, okay,” you said in between laughter. “i’m already awake.”

he immediately stopped and extended his hand to pull you off your lying position. another quick kiss. “let’s go and get something to eat.”

breakfast with seo woobin

the couch served as your second bed, your eyes were barely open as you rested your head on the armrest. woobin on the other hand was busy in the kitchen, the sound of the sizzling pan and the smell of the sauteed ingredients wafting in the air. 

formerly it was a simple toast, followed by pancakes, but now, woobin has taken it to another level. a complete meal every morning. breakfast is the most important meal of the day, yes?

woobin shook you a little, a light tap on your arm, and your eyes slowly opened once again. what felt like a blink of sleep wasn’t a blink at all. 

“breakfast’s ready.” a smile was on his lips as he extended his hand to help you stand. though in the end, he ended up hoisting you up from the living room to the dining area where he had already placed the morning dishes he cooked. 

hurried morning preparations with ham wonjin

“i told you to wake me up before six in the morning,” wonjin said, scrambling to find his socks in your shared closet. 

you rolled your eyes, sighing afterward. “look, you’re not the only one running late. i woke up late as well!”

mornings were never really a time of peace for you and wonjin. with most of it spent in lighthearted arguments ranging from who should have woken up who to helping each other find the last garment they had to wear. 

“here are your socks, silly,” you uttered, walking towards him to hand him the item. 

wonjin smiled. “what will i do without you?”

“live a sockless life.” 

“sounds right.” hunching his shoulders up, he chuckled at your response. 

it didn’t take him too long to finish putting on his socks and a pair of shoes. he grabbed both your bag and his, slinging it both to his shoulder. it was a little act he’d do every morning, carry your things for you. his hand snaked on yours, fingers intertwining afterward. “let’s go, y/n.”

coffee with kang minhee

it wasn’t like both you and minhee were attentive with the morning news playing in the television. the sound it produced simply serving as background noise as the two of you sat on the couch next to each other. 

a cup of coffee was in your hand, its warmth spreading, an effective remedy for the chilly morning. minhee had his arms slung on your shoulders, his other hand holding another cup. he would take a few sips every now and then as he gazed at the television.

“what’s your plan today, minhee?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink afterward. 

minhee downed another small gulp before he answered. “nothing much.” a contented smile appeared on his countenance as he rested his head on the top of yours. “we can spend the whole day like this if you want to though.”

and you were absolutely not against that idea.

questionable cooking with song hyeongjun

“is that really an egg?” hyeongjun’s laughter had filled the room as he pointed at the burnt egg that you placed on the plate. 

you rolled your eyes, settling it on the table. it wasn’t like you were bad at cooking, it was just you forgot to turn the fire low when you went out of the kitchen to receive a parcel. “that’s a new egg recipe, you know?”

“one that could possibly upset your stomach,” hyeongjun teased, a chuckle punctuating his words as he placed two bowls on the table followed by him shuffling in the kitchen to get a box of cereal and milk. he mixed some together, proudly saying, “this is my type of cooking.”

“mixing cereal and milk is not cooking, hyeongjun,” you said. but helped yourself with one of the servings he made. 

“at least it’s far better than your burnt eggs.” the pout that decorated your lips simply encouraged a string of laughter to get out of his lips. 

“song hyeongjun!”

drowsy talks with kim taeyoung

“and then you arrived.” taeyoung finished off his story with a soft chuckle which was eventually followed by a yawn. light filtered through the blinds, it was already morning and neither of you had gotten even a blink of sleep. too busy with talking, you jumped from a topic to another.

the two of you were sitting on the couch, snuggling under a thick blanket. 

“sun’s here,” you said, laughing. for what reason? you don’t know. maybe you were really that sleepy. and maybe taeyoung was of the same state since he also laughed.

“guess, it’s time for us to sleep?” taeyoung suggested, his eyes almost closing. but before it could shut to sleep, he brought his lips close to the top of your head. “good morning, good night, whichever it is. sleep well, y/n.”

morning cuddles with ahn seongmin

regardless of how many times the alarm clock has been set to snooze, none of you got off the bed. 

only a few stretches and shifting of positions to get back to sleep was done. you weren’t even halfway back to your dream when the alarm went off again. this time, it was seongmin who attended to it, turning it off to end the buzzing misery. 

without opening his eyes, he spread his arms, falling to your figure to give you a hug. his drowsy voice, melting in your ears. “morning, y/n. let’s sleep in.”

you hummed in response since your mind was still unable to form any word as a verbal response. moving closer, you wrapped your arms around him. 

it was a weekend anyway, so spending the whole day snuggling close to seongmin wasn’t a bad idea. never will it be.

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[nichoberri]

Hello! I saw that requests were open and was wondering if you could write a Cravity reaction to their s/o wanting to paint their nails? If this doesn't inspire you, feel free to ignore it!

I hope you're doing well! 💫

thanks for requesting anon, this is a really cute idea💕

serim

- serim would be all for letting his s/o paint his nails

- he would let his s/o do whatever they wanted on his nails

- but i’d they let him choose, he have black nail polish

- maybe with one pink nail

- he would actually enjoy it a lot

allen

- allen would be a little embarrassed about it at first

- but he’d let his s/o do it because he loves them

- he’d shyly choose a bright blue nail polish

- would secretly want them to do some nail art

- but he would say a word

- at the end, he would think his s/o did an amazing job, and he would thank them with a blush covering his cheeks

jungmo

- jungmo would also be up for it

- but he would only agree to let his s/o do it, if he got to paint their nails too

- he’d probably choose a purple shade

- he’d thank them for doing an amazing job

- but then have the most menacing smile on his face, as he gets to work fucking up his s/o’s nails

woobin

- when his s/o asked him if they could paint his nails, woobin would chuckle and allow them to do it

- would be asking his s/o what different nail products are

- he’s just very inquisitive about the process lol

- would definitely chose a deep green colour, like emerald green or something

- would end up liking it very much, and he’d probably secretly learn how to paint nails properly so he could do it himself, or on his s/o

wonjin

- wonjin would probably challenge his s/o when they asked

- “ okay okay you can do it, but i bet i could do better.”

- he’d chose pink, and make his s/o do some complicated pattern as well

- would be like “no no no, this is how you do it properly,” and proceed to horribly mess up their nails

- would actually think they did a perfect job

minhee

- initially, minhee would do flat out refuse

- he did have much faith in his s/o to do it well lmao

- but he’d reluctantly agree after a ton of pleading from his s/o

- he’d chose a shimmery/glittery colour

- would be pleasantly surprised by how good it looked

- would give his s/o the hugest hug, and apologise for thinking they would be really shit at it

hyeongjun

- hyeongjun would be very excited

- would choose orange

- he’d want his s/o to go all the way and do different hand treatments and stuff

- you know, to immerse in the experience

- would definitely love the result and say thanks with a soft little grin on his face

taeyoung

- taeyoung would let his s/o paint his nails, in a heartbeat

- he saw how happy they were when they asked, so he just couldn’t refuse

- would chose a shade of teal

- would giggle at how concentrated his s/o looked

- would ask his manager if he could have something like that for their next comeback

seongmin

- seongmin would be ready to say no, but he’d see the little pout on his s/o’s face and feel really bad, so he’d oblige

- he’d chose yellow, maybe some flower nail stickers

- would probably find it relaxing and have to try not to fall asleep

- would definitely have a go at doing his s/o’s nails, and he’d actually to it properly

[softychenji]

[10:47 pm] gn! reader x bf!wonjin

fluff asf

masterlist!

[10:47 pm] "ayoooo, you lookin' cute as fuck." you open your eyes and furrow your eyebrows. the precious, yet annoying laughter of your boyfriend filling your ears as you sit up, hair messy with hooded eyes, "what the hell, wonjin? i was about to s-" you cut yourself off as you look at him up and down, seeing him in a suit and sunglasses as your eyes slightly widen. wonjin lets out a low chuckle, leaning against the door frame, "what? am i making you nervous, sweetheart?" your mouth slightly opens as you glare at wonjin, fighting the blush creeping to your cheeks. you roll your eyes, looking away from him, "shut up. why are you in a suit, dummy?" he grabs your red slides and makes his way over to you, "we're going out somewhere." you let out a small gasp, "n-now?! babe it's so late" he rolls his eyes, patting your thigh with your slide softly. you sigh, standing up and lifting your finger about to protest, but wonjin interrupted by throwing you over his shoulder. you let out a low shriek while you kicking your legs as he takes you outside, "i'm gonna scream that you're kidnapping me if you don't let me go!" wonjin gasps, "wait wait wait! keep your feet still so i can put your slides on." you stop kicking your feet as he puts your slides on your bare feet, putting you down on the ground. he smiles sheepishly as he brings his hand up to ruffle your hair, just to be smacked by your own hand, "really?! first, you disturb my beauty sle-" wonjin laughs softly, engulfing you in a big hug that you instantly melt into. "asshole." you mumble. "you love this asshole!" he laughs, attacking your neck with soft kisses as his hands carress your waist softly. "of course i dooo. wait, where are we going?" "to look at the stars!" you smile softly at his excited tone, warmness filling your heart as you bring your hand to his hair to play with it, "wait wonjin! you have to change your outfit. i don't like the way those ants are looking at you.."

[seongminflirt]

YES TO FWB MINHEE!!!

so what i’m hearing is….minhee fwb drabble next???? 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

[yonqha]

—- 💕

boo!

you and minhee are playing a surprise game together, and minhee has something up his sleeve to ensure his win (and a treat to his favorite food).

minhee x reader oneshot // fluff

word count: 2.2k words

classes have ended for the day, and minhee made his way straight to the school library to work on a paper that is due in a few days. he took his regular spot at the back part of the library (that no one knows of, perfect for distraction-free work) and settles his bag and things on the table.

he turned around, leaving the table, and headed over to a nearby section of the library where the book he needed was. scanning the books on the shelves, minhee took his time looking for that certain psychology book he needed for the paper.

his eyes then fell on the spine of the book he was looking for. “there you are.” he mumbled as he took the book and slid it away from the shelf.

“boo!” just as the book was out of the shelf, you appeared behind it and gave minhee a scare. “surprise!”

minhee’s expression remained flat and undisturbed. “nice try, y/n. but nope,” minhee shook his head and shrugged. “not enough shock factor.”

a pout appeared on your face as you sulkily retreated and made your way around the shelf, meeting up with minhee. “i thought i almost had you.”

“try better next time. you can do it!” minhee cheered and ruffled your hair, obviously being sarcastic.

“you should say that to yourself, you haven’t been successful with your attempts too, you know!” you whined as you tagged along with minhee back to his table.

“at least mine made you flinch a little.” stopping to turn around, minhee pointed his book towards you as he raised a brow. “am i right, or am i right?”

“hmph, but that still doesn’t mean you’ve won our challenge.” you stuck out your tongue and walked past him.

just a few days ago, you and minhee agreed on a little game between the two of you— the first one to surprise the other and make them react wins! the only rule is that you must have to make the other person surprised enough that they would react largely, like screaming or jumping or making them scared speechless. flinching was okay though, the two of you agreed on that.

the winning prize is what drives both of you. winning the challenge meant that the other person will treat the winner to whatever food they wanted.

your feet shuffled over to the table you and minhee would always occupy, with minhee following right behind you. “so, what brings you here other than attempting to scare my soul out?” minhee casually asked as he took his seat.

you took the seat right across him, and laid your head on the wooden table. “nothing else other than that….i just knew you were coming here,” you looked up to face him. “and i miss you.”

minhee’s eyes focused on yours, and he stopped what he was doing to mirror your position on the table. “is my dear y/n being clingy to me right now?”

“and what if i am?”

minhee giggled, showing his dorky smile you love so much. “it makes you look cute. i like it.”

after hearing those words, you couldn’t control the smile gracing your lips. you like it when minhee’s like this, being so open with his thoughts and what he likes about you. it makes your heart melt in a soft and mushy way.

“alright,” minhee rose from the desk and went back to the book he was skimming. “if you’ll excuse me, i have a paper to do.”

“can i stay here? i promise i won’t bother you.” you put your hands together as a silent way of saying ‘please’.

“hm….and what if i said no?”

the bright expression you had dropped, your hands falling and you started pouting again. “i can’t believe you.” you said.

opposite your expression, minhee softly laughed at your sudden change in mood. “i’m kidding, of course you can stay.” he pinched your cheek as he replied.

slowly you started to smile again, gaining energy after minhee approved of you staying with him as he worked on his paper. meeting up with him for the first time today, you missed him a little more than usual.

“hey minhee, do you know that—“

“—you love me so much that your heart might burst out of your chest? yes, yes i do.”

it made you giggle at how he instantly knew what you were going to say. “aww, are we finishing each other’s sentences now?”

“you say this almost everyday, for multiple times too. of course i would have it memorized by now.” minhee gave your hair a ruffle as he replied, while you swung your legs under the desk with a sheepish smile.

in this secluded section of the library, no one else was staying here. and nobody plans on settling here anytime soon. minhee loved working alone, without anyone there to bother and distract him.

but you were an obvious exception.

as you continued to watch minhee read the book, you slowly started to feel your heart flutter. or is it melting? or both? you didn’t know, but what you did know is that you truly felt happy at that moment now that you’re in a relationship with the man in front of you.

yes, you’re whipped for kang minhee.

a big yawn escaped your lips as you lazily dragged your feet along the sidewalk. you spent all night trying to study for an exam you had today, with the help of minhee’s reviewer that he gave to you the day before. honestly, he’s a gift sent from the gods. without that reviewer? there’s a high chance you’ll just be staring at the exam paper later, and that your score will come crashing to the ground.

just a few steps away, you were nearing the school gate. it was still quite early, two or three students were on their way as well walking to the school. you weren’t always this early, but you thought that you needed some extra time to study before the exam just to make sure.

you were about to go through the gate, enter the school premises, but someone jumped from the side to give you a surprise. “y/n!!” you halted in place. “surprise!”

minhee appeared in front of you, giving you a wide smile and his hands in the air. meanwhile, you burst out laughing. “you think i would get surprised from that?”

a frown replaced minhee’s grin. “well, it’s worth a shot. you were sleepy so i thought i should take advantage of that,” minhee went to your side. “you know, much easier to scare.”

“oh i’m not that easy to surprise, minhee. try again next time!” you patted his back, trying to sound sarcastic. minhee rolled his eyes at you in response.

the two of you headed inside the school building, and minhee dropped you off first at your classroom. “you can return the reviewer later after classes. good luck, y/n.” minhee gave a few pats to your head, the act making you soft.

“thanks, minhee. you’re honestly a lifesaver.” you replied.

“well, what would you do without me?” he pinched both of your cheeks playfully. a soft laugh escaped your lips, grabbing his hands and putting them down from your face.

“okay, i better get studying now.” you swung his arms around. “i’ll see you later!”

“alright,” minhee then gave a small peck to your forehead. “you better ace that test, i worked hard on that reviewer you know.”

a blush grew on your face as you put your hand on where minhee kissed you. “yeah….i-i’ll do my best.”

minhee let out a laugh at how flustered you became, and you hit his arm in return. being all clingy was one thing, but the little forehead kisses were something you were still not used to getting from him.

and with that, minhee gave you one last pat on the head and left.

on the way to his classroom just down the hall, an idea popped into minhee’s head.

‘ah, that’d be a good idea. i’ll definitely win with this.’

classes just ended, and you quickly put your things in your bag to run over to minhee’s classroom. thankfully most of the students were heading out, so you were able to camouflage with the swarm of people in the hallway.

you were about to do another attempt by surprising minhee just as he’s about to leave the room. you needed to pass by his classroom’s window though, so you tried your best to blend in with the other students walking.

minhee, on the other hand, just finished writing down his lecture notes to study later. he closed his notebook and started putting his stuff into his bag.

he turned to the window to see the numerous students walking down the hall to go home, but his sharp eyes caught the sight of you. a grin formed on his lips, zipping his bag closed and standing up from his seat.

as you hid behind the corner by the entrance to the room, you planned out how you were going to surprise him. you started chuckling at the ideas popping into your mind, hoping that this time you’ll finally be able to win.

minutes pass and minhee hasn’t left the room. the volume of students in the hall started to lessen, and you were growing a little impatient.

‘where is he?’, you thought. you slowly started to relax as you waited for minhee to get out of the room. ‘he sure is taking his time there.’

“alright, see you tomorrow!” you heard minhee’s voice ring from the room. your relaxed demeanor quickly vanished as you got yourself ready to give minhee a big scare.

“finally,” you mumbled. “i’m getting you this time.”

you waited as the anticipation started to grow inside you. footsteps were heard and you assumed it to be minhee’s. you stayed as quiet as you possibly could to not let him notice that someone’s just outside the room, ready to scare him.

the shuffling was getting closer, and as it did the more your heart started to beat out of excitement. ‘come on,’ you pleaded. ‘hurry up, minhee.’

but it suddenly stopped. you couldn’t hear anything, it’s like the footsteps just vanished.

“huh?” you grew puzzled, so you decided to peek through the corner—

“hey, y/n!” minhee suddenly appeared in front of you, and leaned forward,

to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

your eyes grew as wide as they could, the amount of shock was evident in them. as if it was magic, the kiss gave you a freezing spell. you were so frozen, even when minhee pulled away you were still in the same position when he gave you the kiss.

minhee raised an eyebrow and waved his hand in front of your face. “uh, y/n, you there? you still good?”

you were still clearly in shock, and you raised your hand to touch your lips. “you….kissed me.” you said softly, still as frozen as you were.

minhee started to grin, thinking this is entertaining for him. “yeah, i did. did you like it?”

after realizing what happened, your face started to heat up into a bright red. snapping out of your daze, you looked at minhee straight in the eyes. “y-you kissed me!” you repeated your words, still in disbelief. “that was the first time you ever kissed me….my f-first kiss!” you continued to be a blushing mess, and minhee burst into a laugh at how flustered you are.

“what? am i not allowed to give you a kiss on the lips?”

“no! yes! i mean...” you stumbled on your words, your head still dizzy from what happened.

minhee was clearly enjoying this, enjoying how much of a mess you’re becoming in front of him. “come on, you’re treating me today.” he said as he took the backpack you were wearing and slung it along with his bag.

“huh? what for?”

“well, clearly i won the challenge right?”

“challenge?”

“yeah. you know, the surprise challenge we both set?” minhee raised his eyebrows at you. “don’t back out on me now, y/n.”

your head was still fuzzy from what happened, taking the time to fully comprehend that you actually lost the challenge you were so set on winning. “so that was your plan all along…” the string of words left your mouth instead of staying in your head like it was supposed to.

with minhee hearing those words he nodded and gave a pat to your head. he proceeded to walk to the stairs at the end of the hall.

“kang minhee!” you exclaimed after a few seconds, minhee being steps away from you already. your voice was laced with frustration and a bit of whining. “i hate you!”

a wholehearted laugh escaped minhee’s lips, clearly not getting the words that slipped out of your mouth. “i love you too, y/n! now come on, i’m hungry.” he gestured for you to come to his side, opening his arms as an invite for a hug.

despite your boiling anger towards minhee and how he won the challenge through a surprise kiss, you still couldn’t resist running over to his side and embracing him like you didn’t just wanted to punch him straight in the gut.

well, after all,

you’re whipped for kang minhee.

[key201303]

Hiiii can I request 🌧 on 1, 24 and 45 with Cravity Minhee? this is my first time to give a request and im BAWLING in sweats idek why YSHSKEKENEJS- Thank you i love youuuuuu

Heyyy!! This was actually a really cute ask and I don't even know why LMAO😂😂 I hope you enjoy this little drabble with my lovely savage baby❤️❤️ Ily! ❤️

Being locked in with your boyfriend? Could anything else sound better during winter? Well, if his friends weren't around to screw up the moment the answer would have been "no". But this time wasn't the moment for that.

You always enjoyed the presence of his 8 friends but you also appreciated some alone time with your boyfriend. Being one of the youngest in the group didn't help though. Everyone would tease you both 24/7 for how cute you looked together, not letting you breathe. But you still loved them, didn't you?

To your surprise, this time they wouldn't complain about you two wanting to go to the bedroom all alone. This time it was Minhee who didn't want to do so, making you confused. "Why can't we?" You asked whining. "Because no." He said quietly like he was telling you a secret. "What kind of excuse is that?" You replied crossing your arms on your chest and pouting. It was really hard for him to resist himself from kissing you right then and right there. The moment you saw his blushy cheeks and his eyes locked on your pouty lips you understood everything. "What if I kissed you right now?" You asked him teasingly. He wasn't expecting you to ask him that definitely. "What??" He asked, choking on the glass of water he was drinking. "I said, what if-" You repeated. "Yes, I know what you said." He cut you off, his cheeks already going through an entire palette of red tones. "So?" You keep teasing him. The closer you got, the redder his cheeks got. "Stop being so attractive!" He finally said, his hands were sweating and he was unable to make eye contact with you. "You're so cute idiot." You said cupping his cheeks and making him look at you. His eyes were beautifully gleaming in a way you've never seen before. "Are you going to answer?" You said, completely lost in his dark eyes. "Do not. Tempt. Me." He quietly said, his lips inches away from yours ready to crush into yours.

Right when you were about to kiss him the way you've wanted for the past few minutes, Allen entered the kitchen. "What is taking you two so damn long to grab a cup of popcorn?" He annoyingly said reminding you the reason why you came to the kitchen.

You would sometimes want to kill them all for always breaking your beautiful moments with your boyfriend, but you still loved them, didn't you?

[to1vity]

cravity’s serim “midnight window”

wc. 581

summary. you didn’t expect the neighborhood ‘bad boy’ to show up at your window, much less to listen to what he had to say.

warnings. verrrry slightly suggestive

just as you were preparing to enter a comfortable state of sleep, a series of rhythmic knocks had jolted your eyes back open and your body up. at first your mind raced, conjuring up the worst case scenario of who could be on the other side of your window, delivering those knocks. a murderer … oh god, it’s my time to go isn’t it … these thoughts continued for a few more seconds until the knocks came again. it was then you realized that a murderer would not be likely to knock at a victim’s window, and your panic subsided. grabbing the pair of shorts that you’d kicked off when you hopped into bed, you walked over to the window with only slight apprehension. you twisted the handle that opened the blinds to be greeted by the sight of your neighborhood ‘bad boy’, park serim. more recently, serim had become infatuated with you. he’d follow you around school and offer to carry your books or walk you home (which was not very ‘bad-boy-like’ of him, you’d noticed) and you just couldn’t understand why; there was nothing inherently special about you.

serim stood in front of your window with a smirk. he raised an eyebrow at you as if to tell you that you should open the damn thing. with a quick roll of your eyes you moved your hands up to the top of the window, undid the lock and slid the window open to just above your forehead. “yes?” you questioned. serim scoffed, the smirk never leaving his face.

“i’m so happy to see you too, yn.”

you wasted no time getting to the point. “what could you possibly want with me in the middle of the night, park serim.”

“mhm,” he somehow smirked wider. “i love it when you say my name, baby.” you shoved him back and he let out an, albeit cute, laugh. as much as you hated to admit it, serim was attractive. the best part about him was his hair. god, did you just want to know what it felt like to run your hand through it and tug it while he ran his hands through your own and down your body. but these were just private thoughts—your most secret dreams—that you would never share with a soul.

“shut up…” you deflected, trying to keep your voice steady. “what do you want, i was trying to sleep.”

“i wanted to show you something, it’ll be quick i swear.” he said tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

“serim i can’t just leave my house in the middle of the night, i mean, my parents might wake up and-”

“yn please…” you looked at serim, and he looked anywhere but at you. you could’ve even sworn that a slight pink blush dusted his cheeks. the way he pleaded made your heart race and you could hardly believe he was doing so. the park serim, the infamous bad boy, the troublemaker—he was standing outside of your window practically begging you to accompany him god knows where. you assessed the probability of your parents actually waking up and checking on you; it was low, they never did. sucking it up, you grabbed a pair of slides and a light jacket and slipped out of your window to stand next to the boy.

“alright, selm, let’s go.” he rolled his eyes at the nickname, but never losing his infamous smirk, grabbed your hand and pulled you off.

[arieswonjin]

cravity x taylor swift songs (soft ver.)

pairings: n/a

genre: fluff / cravity as songs

warnings: none

masterlist | request here! | how to request |

park serim - ours 

“And it's not theirs to speculate if it's wrong and... Your hands are tough but they are where mine belong in I'll fight their doubt and give you faith with this song for you.”

allen ma - enchanted 

“This night is flawless, don't you let it go I'm wonder struck, dancing around all alone I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you...”

gu jungmo - delicate 

“Sometimes I wonder when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the d*mn time.”

seo woobin - begin again

"But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months thinking all love ever does Is break and burn and end But on a Wednesday in a café I watched it begin again.”

ham wonjin - i’m only me when i’m with you

“Friday night beneath the stars In a field behind your yard You and I are painting pictures in the sky Sometimes we don't say a thing Just listen to the crickets sing Everything I need is right here by my side.”

kang minhee - jump then fall

“Well I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face, oh, I've never been so wrapped up, Honey, I like the way you're everything I've ever wanted.“

song hyeongjun - i’d lie 

“I think he can see through everything but my heart First thought when I wake up is My God, he's beautiful So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle.”

kim taeyoung - sparks fly

“I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know its no good.“

“I run my fingers through your hair And watch the lights go wild Just keep on keeping your eyes on me Its just wrong enough to make it feel right.”

ahn seongmin - today was a fairytale

“Today was a fairytale All that I can say is now it's getting so much clearer Nothin' made sense 'til the time I saw your face Today was a fairytale.”

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a.k.a. taylor swift songs i associate with the members >< angst ver. coming soon! let me know if you’ll be interested in seeing mini scenarios featuring the songs above :>