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love--and--venom · 3 months ago

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Had Your Fun?

Summary: A mishap at the studio leaves you and your boyfriends waiting impatiently to record. Jooyeon decides it would be fun to do a livestream, so you all hide in a dance practice room for a couple hours. Unfortunately for you, the songs you were dancing to, live for thousands to see, showed off a bit too much for your boys' liking. So now you have to face the consequences

Warnings: Oh god where do I start, smut, oral (m + f receiving), anal sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (dont), double (triple??) peneration (p in v, a, mouth), possessive xdh, a few spanks, objectification, dubcon if you squint but safewords are in place, i think that's everything? lmk if i missed any

i don't have an explanation. i was apparently possessed by some kind of horny demon and wrote the nastiest smut i've ever written so far. and it's 12 fucking pages. anyway stream george the lobster

Based on this hard thought

also i did not proofread this i'm sleepy

Links to fancams for each song mentioned in the fic: ⬩Crazy Form⬩Teeth⬩Cyberpunk⬩Taste⬩Wake Up⬩GGUM ⬩

“What do you mean ‘the studio’s flooded’?!” Gunil shouted, making all of you pause in your tracks. Ten minutes ago, their manager texted the leader to wait in the lobby for a bit due to some “technical issues” they were having in their reserved recording booth. That did not sound like a technical issue. Gunil stormed a few feet away, whispering angrily into the phone while you and the other members shared a wary look.

“Fuck,” the drummer cursed after he hung up, running a hand through his hair.

“Everything alright?” You asked as you grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“No,” he sighed. “A pipe burst, so they had to close five of the recording booths, including ours.”

“Does that mean we can’t record today?” Jiseok grumbled, shoulders drooping with disappointment.

“We can, it’ll just be a while. We have to wait for one of the other booths to open up.” The boys all groaned. It could take hours for another group to finish up.

“So do we just go home until then?” Hyeongjun asked with a slight furrow in his brow.

“We can, but our manager also said that one of the dance practice rooms is open if we want to wait here,” Gunil explained. The group fell to silence as they weighed their options.

“If we hang out in the practice room, we could do a live,” Jooyeon suggested. Well, hanging out with the Villains was definitely a better option than sitting around at home. You made your way to the practice room, stopping briefly to grab a tripod. Gunil snagged one of the two chairs in the room and began setting up his phone to stream on Instagram. The other chair was quickly stolen by Jiseok, leaving the others to spread out on the floor.

“Will you get in trouble if I play music?” You asked, eyeing up the speaker against the wall. After getting the go-ahead, you connected your phone to the aux cord and pulled up your dance playlist while Gunil greeted the Villains and filled them in on their current predicament. You threw your hoodie onto your bag, leaving you in a tank top and joggers so you wouldn’t overheat while dancing to your music.

“Ah, that’s Y/N.” You perked up at the sound of our name. Jungsu had the chat open on his phone and was responding to comments. “She’s our sound tech, so she has to wait just like we do.”

“And she gets the zoomies,” Jiseok teased. You rolled your eyes at him before returning to half-heartedly performing the choreo to the current song.

“You’re in frame,” Gunil warned. “Do you want me to move the camera?”

“Nah, I don’t mind. Hi Villains! I hope my dancing isn’t too horrible,” you smiled and waved at the camera. For a while, things continued just like that: you absentmindedly answered questions thrown your way while the boys chatted about upcoming recording plans. You interrupted Jungsu as he was reading a comment with an excited scream when the intro to Crazy Form began playing.

“I think she likes this song,” Jooyeon laughed as you put way more effort into the choreography.

“Villains are saying we should be worried about Ateez,” Jungsu noted while scrolling the chat. Seungmin peeked over his shoulder, but the chat wasn’t offering any clarification. The first body roll hit and the boys had to fight to contain their surprise. Hyeongjun hid his mouth behind his hands when you did Wooyoung’s butt wiggle. Teeth came on next, and while the lyrics raised some concerns, the dance wasn’t as bad, so they relaxed a bit. That was a mistake on their end.

“Oh my god!” You froze, frantically looking for a chair while Cyberpunk started. “Jiseok, I need your chair now!” You hurriedly kicked him to the floor, knowing he was more lenient with you than Gunil was. You hopped on just in time for the lyrics to start. The warning looks began with Seungmin, but you were blissfully unaware as you continued to dance to Cyberpunk, then Taste. By the end of Wake Up, Hyeongjun was staring in horror with a bright pink flush while Jungsu, Seungmin, and Jiseok gave you the look. Jooyeon was absolutely delighted.

“Why are they so mad?” He whispered to Hyeongjun. “She looks good, dude.”

“Jooyeon,” the guitarist looked at him incredulously. “We’re on a live. We’re not the only ones watching her.” The smile immediately dropped from his face and now he, too, joined in the glaring contest. Gunil managed to remain neutral through all of this despite his growing annoyance. But he was fed up and turned to you once GGum started, completely ignoring the stream. You were in the middle of the first verse when you finally noticed them.

Oh, shit, you thought, faltering momentarily to consider your options. Fuck it, I’m in trouble anyway. You jumped right back into the dance, ignoring the ‘don’t you fucking dare’ eyes from the group as you finished out the choreography.

“Had your fun?” Gunil asked in between songs, raising an eyebrow at you since the camera couldn’t see his face.

“Uhhhh, yep!” You laughed somewhat nervously. You, in fact, did not have a death wish so you opted to switch to an alternative playlist and bring your stolen chair up to sit next to the leader. “So, do you guys have any questions about sound production?” You hoped to turn the attention away from yourself. It worked, since all six band members started reading the chat. You leaned forward, squinting to try and find some comments you could answer. Gunil’s hands shot up in front of you, palms to the camera, as the boys made various noises of shock and panic while your eyes widened at their reactions.

“Y/N, sit back.” You tilted your head at the drummer, confused until Jungsu handed you his sweater.

“Put it on,” he instructed and it dawned on you that you were in a tank top and leaning forward had put your tits on full display for the stream.

“T-Thanks,” you cleared your throat and pulled his sweater on. Several people in the chat were questioning the interaction, calling the boys out on their use of their ‘dom eyes’ throughout the stream. Gunil steered the conversation back to their production process, and things went normally for the next hour until the Villains pointed out how much you did to make sure the recordings were successful.

“Oh, trust me, these boys would be lost if I wasn’t here,” you bragged while they all rolled their eyes.

“Don’t you think you’re exaggerating just a bit?” Jiseok scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Nope! I am the literal backbone of your production team. You’re lucky I haven’t gotten sick or anything, cus if you had to deal with everything on your own, nothing would get done correct–”

“Okay, princess, we get it,” Seungmin interrupted, covering his intentions with sarcasm. Your jaw snapped shut and you immediately sat up straight, knowing exactly what that particular pet name meant for you.

“O.de, be nice,” Gunil warned the younger member. A knock on the door stole everyone’s attention as the manager for the freshly-debuted KickFlip poked her head in the room.

“We’re done in studio 7 if you guys want to take over,” she informed you with a bright smile. Gunil nodded and thanked her, then turned back to the stream once she left.

“All right, back to work. Thanks for hanging out with us, bye~!” You all waved goodbye to the stream until Gunil ended it. As soon as the camera was off, the leader squeezed your thigh, staring you down with an extremely unimpressed expression. Seungmin and Jungsu moved to stand in front of you, arms crossed and looking much more annoyed than the drummer.

“Oh, fuck,” you swore and drooped in your chair, hiding the bottom half of your face in the collar of your sweater.

“Yeah, ‘oh fuck’ is right, sweetheart,” Jungsu mocked while impatiently tapping his fingers on his bicep. The chair screeched against the floor as Gunil yanked you closer to him while Seungmin grabbed the back of the chair to loom over you.

“Did you have fun showing off what’s ours?” Seungmin asked as his eyes bore into yours.

“U-Uhm…” You trailed off, looking to the other three for help. They rapidly shook their heads.

“Nu-uh, babe. You did this to yourself,” Jiseok denied while making an ‘x’ with his fingers. Gunil turned you to face him, squishing your cheeks in his fingers.

“You’re lucky we need to record,” he chastised with a click of his tongue. “You better hope our Villains don’t post any screen recordings of you.” He patted your thigh and stood, signalling the other to back off, for now. The air was tense in the studio, but your (thankfully) clueless production manager quickly diffused the tension.

Villains certainly lived up to their name. Many, many videos were posted of the stream. Most of them gushed about how well you performed the choreography, but there were some that clipped together all of the moments where the boys slipped up.

‘Am I insane or were they staring at her a little too hard 👀’

‘Oh shit, they were giving her the same look my dom gives me when i misbehave’

‘I would pay real money to have o.de look at me like that’

These were just some of the comments under one of the videos, and you didn’t even know they were being made. Not until you got back to your apartment.

“Knees,” Gunil ordered once the door was closed. You immediately scurried to the living room with Hyeongjun moving to do the same.

“Not you this time,” Jungsu stopped him by grabbing his wrist. “Sit back and watch or do as we say, up to you.” He nodded slowly, following the others to sit on the couch while you sat on your knees in front of Gunil.

“Villains made edits of you already,” Jiseok said while scrolling through tiktok. “You should see some of the comments.”

“I’ll ask again,” Seungmin began while leaning on the arm of the couch next to the drummer. “Did you have fun showing off what’s ours?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you argued quietly as your nails dug into your knees. “I didn’t realize—”

“Yes you did,” Gunil cut you off and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “Maybe not at first, but you knew toward the end.”

“But you disobeyed anyway. Why?” Jungsu asked, arching one eyebrow expectantly.

“Uhm, well, y-y’know. I knew I was in trouble anyway…” you trailed off as your heart beat wildly in your chest.

“So you decided to make it worse,” Seungmin scoffed, shaking his head while Gunil leaned forward to hook a finger under your chin.

“You know the deal, baby. Bad girls get punished. So,” Gunil paused when Jungsu tapped him on the shoulder, prompting the drummer to move closer. Jungsu covered his mouth as he whispered, making you squirm in place. The corner of Gunil’s mouth twitched up. He nodded, relaxing into the back of the couch with one arm crossed behind his head, the other draped lazily across his lap.

“Hyeongjun,” Jungsu turned his attention to the three members sitting on the other end of the couch. Hyeongjun tensed slightly.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Strip her for us.” He immediately jumped off the couch to pull you to your feet, stopping with his hands curled around the hem of your shirt to glance between Gunil and Seungmin.

“Can I kiss her? Please?”

“You’ve been good, so you can do whatever you want without asking permission this time,” Gunil answered. “Just one rule: don’t let her cum.”

“Yes, sir,” Hyeongjun mumbled before crashing his lips into yours, squeezing your hips as he licked into your mouth. Jungsu swatted the back of your thigh when your hands fell naturally onto Hyeongjun’s shoulders, making you whimper into the kiss.

“Hands to yourself, sweetheart. You don’t get to touch us until you’ve earned it,” Jungsu instructed, slapping your ass at your hesitation. Your hands dropped to your sides, curling into fists and digging your nails into your palms. Seungmin’s eyebrows raised as he finally caught on to Jungsu’s plan.

“Arms up,” Hyeongjun whispered against your lips, practically tearing your sweater and tank top off before your arms were fully raised. The rest of your clothes followed suit, crumpled in a useless pile on the floor, leaving you the only one fully naked. Hyeongjun’s eyes flicked between you and Gunil apprehensively.

“Go ahead, baby. Do what you want,” Gunil reassured him, making a devious smirk grow on the guitarist’s face. He bit his lip, looking back at you while nearly bursting at the seams in his excitement.

“Sit between Jiseok and Jooyeon,” he instructed as he took a step back. You hesitated again, earning another sharp slap on your ass, this time from Seungmin.

“You better listen to him, princess,” he warned you with a slight tilt of his head. You sat down and let Hyeongjun maneuver your legs, draping them over one knee from the boys on either side of you to keep you spread open. He dropped to his knees, giving you no warning before licking a thick stripe over your clit. Your hands instinctively threaded through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as your hips bucked forward.

“Hey, brat, put your hands to better use,” Jungsu ordered, gesturing to Jiseok and Jooyeon with his chin. “Jerk them off.”

“You don’t get to cum until you make us cum,” Gunil noted. “That sounds fair, doesn’t it, princess?” You nodded, whining when Hyeongjun’s tongue circled your entrance. You hastily shoved down Jiseok’s sweatpants just enough to free his cock. You turned to do the same for Jooyeon, only to see that he had beaten you to it. You spat into your palms, pumping both of them with as much coordination as your fucked-out mind could handle.

“Hyeongjun,” Jungsu said to call the guitarist’s attention. Hyeongjun hummed in acknowledgment, the vibrations sending a spark of pleasure down your spine. “Get her ready for me, sweet boy.”

“Mkay,” he slurred and pulled back slightly, pulling a broken whine from your throat as the fire building in your lower belly died out from the lack of contact. He sucked on two of his fingers, then using a mix of his saliva and your arousal, he slowly pushed one into your ass while leaning back in to lap at your clit.

“Breathe, baby,” Jooyeon softly encouraged as he noticed you subconsciously holding your breath. You took a deep, shuddering breath, giving yourself more fuel to moan pathetically. Jiseok’s head tipped back, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips rolled up to meet your hand.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he panted. Your hand tightened around his cock, twisting your wrist at the base in a way you knew drove him wild. On your other side, Jooyeon pushed Hyeongjun’s hair out of his face to watch his tongue and fingers disappear in both of your holes. The bassist lost all composure when he noticed Hyeongjun’s unoccupied hand slide into his pants, palming himself to the taste of you and the sound of your whimpering. A few more pumps had Jiseok spilling ropes of cum over your hand, followed quickly by Jooyeon, their moans sending a rush of heat straight to your pussy.

“Enough, Hyeongjun,” Seungmin warned him when you showed all the signs of your own orgasm approaching. Hyeongjun either didn’t care or didn’t hear him over his heart pounding in his ears, cus he didn’t pull away from you.

“I said enough,” Seungmin growled and roughly yanked Hyeongjun back by his hair. A high-pitched whine escaped his throat, and he panted as a wet patch grew on the front of his sweatpants.

“Poor thing just needed a little pain to cum,” Jungsu cooed with mock sympathy. Seungmin rolled his eyes, releasing his hold on Hyeongjun’s hair before returning to his place next to Gunil.

“He’s lucky that she fucked up way worse, otherwise I’d be punishing him, too,” Seungmin scoffed and crossed his arms.

“Come here, princess,” Gunil beckoned you with a wave of his hand. You stood on shaky legs, letting the drummer pull you down to straddle him once you were in arm’s reach. He shifted so his back was against the arm of the couch, putting your face level with Seungmin’s still-clothed cock.

“You’re going to keep my cock warm in your pretty little pussy while Jungsu and Seungmin have their way with you. Understand?” Gunil asked with one eyebrow raised.

“Yes, sir,” you replied without hesitation, nodding rapidly. He smirked and patted your hip to get you to rise up on your knees. He pushed his pants down his thighs before lining himself up and guiding you down to sit on his lap, this time with his cock buried deep in your cunt. You barely had time to adjust before Jungsu’s fingers thrust into your ass.

“Hyeongjun did good with you, huh?” He mumbled absentmindedly, removing his fingers to spit on your back entrance. Despite their harsh words, they still made sure to help you relax as Jungsu sank his cock in your ass. Gunil’s hands ran up and down your sides while Jungsu used his thumbs to trace gentle circles on your hips.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Seungmin cupped your cheeks as he praised you, swiping away any stray tears that dripped down your face. “Taking your punishment like such a good girl.”

“I’m in, sweetheart. Let me know when I can move,” Jungsu murmured, pressing kisses down your spine as he waited patiently for you to adjust to having both holes filled.

“What’s your color?” Gunil asked.

“Green. Bu-But I need to hold myself up, and I-I don’t know where to put my hands without touching,” you replied while flexing your hands where they hung at your sides. Gunil brought your hands up to rest on his chest, making your eyes go wide.

“It’s okay, baby,” he softly reassured you. “Just keep them here.” You nodded, taking another deep, calming breath to help regain some semblance of composure.

“Move, please.” With your confirmation, Jungsu dug his fingers into your hips, pulling out halfway so he could snap his hips against your ass. Your nails scratched down Gunil’s chest through his shirt as Jungsu fell into a steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” Gunil moaned as his eyes momentarily rolled back. “God, I’ll never get tired of feeling him fuck your ass from inside you.” You whined in response while Seungmin gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

“Open.” You looked up with watery eyes, nearly drooling as he stroked his dick inches from your face. He raised an eyebrow, tugging your hair as a reminder to listen. Your jaw dropped, letting your tongue hang out. He tapped his tip against it, giving you a taste of his pre-cum before pushing your head down far enough to briefly trigger your gag reflex. Unlike Jungsu, Seungmin lazily fucked your mouth, watching the saliva drip down your chin through hooded eyes.

“Shit, ‘m close,” Jungsu panted as he leaned down to suck dark purple marks along the side of your neck, supporting his weight with one shaky arm on the back of the couch. Gunil’s hand shot up to press against Jungsu’s shoulder to keep him from collapsing on you.

“Easy, babe,” the drummer gently warned.

“Good, ‘m good. I got it,” Jungsu insisted through breathy moans. “Gonna cum in you, sweetheart. Gonna pump your pretty little ass full of it, fuck.” HIs teeth dug into your shoulder as he continued to fuck you through his orgasm, prolonging his pleasure and making you whimper around Seungmin’s cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Seungmin cursed, tightening his grip on your hair as the vibrations from your moans sent him abruptly over the edge. Your mouth was flooded with the salty taste of his cum. He pulled out, hooking a finger under your chin. “Let me see.” You opened your mouth to show him the white liquid coating your tongue. He smirked, then pressed his lips to your forehead. “Swallow,” he mumbled against your skin. You obeyed immediately, shuddering at the sensitivity from Jungsu pulling out to collapse into the couch cushions.

“One more, baby. Then it’s your turn,” Gunil promised while rolling his hips up. You squealed at the sensation, fire running through your veins from getting stimulation after staying wrapped patiently around him for so long. He propped himself up on one elbow, dragging his tongue from between your breasts up to your collarbone. He pressed heated, open-mouthed kisses along your neck, adding to the marks Jungsu left earlier. Your thighs trembled with the effort of holding back your swiftly approaching orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m not gonna last long with you squeezing me like that,” Gunil admitted with an airy laugh. “Seungmin–”

“I know, I got her,” Seungmin cut him off as he moved to Jungsu’s previous position behind you. His chest met your back while his arms wrapped around you. His chin rested on your shoulder as his fingers trailed feather-light up your inner thighs and across your tummy before roughly cupping your tits. Your eyes clamped shut so you could focus on holding back rather than the warmth of Seungmin’s hands and the way Gunil’s cock brushed against your cervix. You gasped, eyes snapping back open when one of Seungmin’s hands abandoned your chest in favor of rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“F-Fuck, I can’t-! Let me cum, please. Wanna be good for you, bu-but I can’t hold it,” you helplessly begged, throwing your head back onto Seungmin’s shoulder since neither of them stopped or even slowed down.

“You can and you will,” Seungmin borderline growled in your ear. His breath fanning over the sensitive skin on your neck sent another shiver down your spine.

“Please,” you whimpered, completely forgetting about the ‘no touching’ rule as your nails dug into Seungmin’s forearm.

“Please, what, princess?” Gunil asked after pulling back far enough to watch you writhe against Seungmin’s chest. Tears now freely ran down your cheeks as you attempted to speak between broken whines and high-pitched moans.

“Let me cum! Please, fuck, wanna cum,” you cried. “Please, pleasepleaseplease–”

“Jiseok, shut her up,” Gunil ordered, shooting a pointed look at the guitarist. He shot out of his seat, crashing his lips into yours to messily swallow your pleas. He threaded his fingers through the hair at the nape of your neck, pulling slightly to give his tongue more room to lick into your mouth. Your chest heaved while Jiseok dragged his tongue along yours, making more spit pool at the corners of your mouth.

“Fuck,” Gunil swore under his breath as his thrusts got sloppier the closer he got to his orgasm. His hips stuttered after a few more harsh thrusts, flooding your pussy with his cum. You whined into Jiseok’s mouth, gripping his bicep desperately with both hands.

“Cum for us, princess,” Seungmin encouraged while pressing down on your clit- hard. All of your muscles tensed as the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed into you. If Jiseok wasn’t there to dampen your screams, you definitely would’ve gotten a noise complaint. You winced as Gunil pulled out, vaguely registering him and Seungmin maneuvering your body to a more comfortable position. The two of them whispered praises while running their hands along your skin to help bring you down from your high. Once you came back to your senses, you looked up at Gunil from where you sat in his lap.

“There you are, pretty girl,” he grinned when he noticed your bleary eyes on him. “I want you to sit with Seungmin and Jungsu while I grab some stuff to clean you up, okay?” You nodded, prompting Gunil to place you between the two keyboard players before heading toward the bathroom.

“You did so good for us, sweetheart,” Jungsu smiled fondly as you pressed your cheek into the palm of his hand.

“Is Hyeongjun okay?” Your voice was muffled from your squished cheek, making you a little difficult to hear. Since you were so cute, though, none of the boys really minded.

“I’m good, love,” he reassured you, knowing you wouldn’t be able to relax until you knew that both of you were being taken care of.

“Alright,” Gunil started as he returned to the living room to scoop you off the couch. “Let’s get you in the bath, then we can watch that movie you’ve been talking about.”

“Yay,” you cheered quietly. He shook his head with a short laugh.

“You’re lucky I love you, that we love you.”

“I love you, too. All of you.”

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oddaesthetin · 7 months ago

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i love my guitarist side — han hyeongjun

tiktok trend fluff

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“junhan, come here for a second,” you call, barely containing your excitement as you queue up the video.

he shuffles over, his guitar still slung across his shoulder, looking a little suspicious. “what are you up to?”

“just sit,” you say, grinning as you pat the spot next to you.

he gives you a side-eye but obeys, plopping down beside you. you’re practically bouncing as you press play, and he leans in to watch.

the video starts innocently enough— cute pictures of guitar, then slowly transitioning to pictures of you with the caption,

i love my guitarist side.

the music swells as the caption reappears:

but you don’t play guitar.

his brows furrow slightly, lips twitching like he’s trying to figure it out. but then the video cuts—right to him.

a clip of him shredding his guitar on stage. another of him practicing in the dorm, hair a little messy, head down in full concentration. the camera zooms in on his hands, and the final shot? a candid you took of him in the practice room, bathed in golden light, tuning his guitar like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

the screen fades to black, and you’re biting your lip, waiting for his reaction.

he doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at the screen, blinking. you watch his ears turn red before the rest of his face catches up, his hand automatically coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“wait,” he finally says, voice soft, “this is about me?”

you nod, grinning. “yup,” emphasizing the p. “you’re my guitarist side, duh.”

his lips part slightly like he wants to say something, but all that comes out is a quiet, “oh,” he looks down, then back at you, his gaze flickering between your face and the laptop like he’s still processing, “you made this?”

“yeah,” you nudge his shoulder playfully and proudly adds, “the one and only.”

there’s a pause, and then he lets out a small laugh, covering his mouth with his hand. his ears are bright red now, and you can tell he’s absolutely flustered.

“you’re insane,” he mutters, shaking his head.

“insanely sweet, uh-huh.” you correct, nodding your head as if you’re really agreeing with yourself.

he glances at you, and you swear his smile is the softest thing you’ve ever seen.

“you really think that?” he asks quietly, the teasing tone gone.

“think what?”

“that… i’m, like… part of you.”

his voice is so shy it almost breaks you. you lean back, trying to play it cool despite the sudden urge to squish his face. “well, yeah. obviously. you’re my guitarist, aren’t you?”

he doesn’t respond right away, just looks down at his hands like he’s trying to hide how much he’s smiling. he combs back his hair and licks his lips; actions that you notice he always does when he’s flustered. and then, finally, he looks up, with his eyes meeting yours. there’s this quiet intensity that makes your heart skip. “i like that,” he murmurs, voice soft but steady. “i think you’re part of me, too.”

it’s your turn to be flustered now, heat rushing to your cheeks as you look away. “OKAY,” while you’re not entirely sure why, you said that so defensively, and then added, “STOP.”

“what?” he asks, grinning now, voice teasing again. “you started it.”

“i regret everything.”

“no, you don’t,” he says, leaning closer to nudge your shoulder like you did earlier.

and when you peek through your fingers, his expression is so warm and fond that you know he’s right. you definitely don’t.

thank god for being chronically online and for not having anything else to do.

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ughh i just noticed there’s no junhan inner thoughts ughhh (lmao). i made it my goal to always include a peek of the male pov bcs honestly y not. it helps my delusions. not even a week yet and univ ruined my brain already.

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joocomics · 8 months ago

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gawdddaamnn im seated for ur special holidays!!!! cant wait :p also what do you think about member's sex drive... and what's make them hornieeee :o

tysm glad to hear it babe 🥹 i’ve shared my thoughts on their sex drive right here

onto the next question… i’m gonna share less and more specific things that i think might make their skin run hot or straight up pop a boner

gunil: your curves especially your ass whenever you wear tighter clothing. whenever you touch his biceps or hold your hand on his thigh for longer when he’s driving. pretty lingerie sets especially if they come with stockings. when you wear a nice perfume and he can breathe it in from your neck as he hugs you from behind. compliments (especially if he just helped you out with something)

jungsu: short skirts. whispering at his ear. when you run your hand through his hair and tug to push his head back. when you bite your lip without realising. cute pajama sets that compliment your ass when you rest on your tummy. seeing you get flustered from his compliments or praises. size difference especially if his size causes obvious reactions in you (gasps, whimpers, chuckles). your nails against his skin.

jiseok: banter mixed with flirting. when you bite his lip. unexpected sexy selfies throughout the day. when you walk around in just a t-shirt and panties underneath. when you make him give you a massage (he always goes for your ass). begging. when you wear shirts that expose your cleavage. replying to his remarks with “make me.”

seungmin: eye contact. playful touches under the table in public. sexting especially if you’re the one who started it. seeing your hickeys the next day. licking or straight up sucking on his fingers. kissing his lower tummy. gushing over his body and calling it mine. playfully biting his biceps. your humming between kisses.

hyeongjun: sitting on his lap. when you complain that your boobs are sore during your period. taking showers together or just seeing you come out of the shower. when you’re fighting but it’s about something stupid (he finds it sexy when you’re about to throw hands at him). when you sneak your hand under his shirt as you’re laying your head on his chest. keeping your hand around his neck when you make out.

jooyeon: when you don’t wear a bra (especially when you’re wearing fitted tops at home and he can pinch your nipples). calling him a good boy. when you wear his baggy clothes around the house. pulling his hair when you make out. when you act jealous and possessive. kissing his neck. when you rest your head on his lap. play fighting.

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juyomiao · 2 years ago

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FIREWORK - P. SUNGHOON

park sunghoon x idol!reader

★ synopsis newly debuted 5th gen girl group CUP!D from starship entertainment is under everyone's eyes as their debut song 'love dive' goes viral both domestically and internationally ; all is going well until the group's main vocalist, y/n, gets exposed for her old stan… hate account?

☆ featuring enhypen , ive , cravity's seongmin hyeongjun and taeyoung

★ genre smau , idol au , fluff , crack , angst , enemies (?) to lovers

☆ warnings kys/kms jokes , death threats (joking)(most of the times) , my shitty humor , cyberbullying (nothing too heavy) , more specific warnings will be added to each chapter , fromis_9's hayoung as a placeholder for yn's pics

★ status discontinued :(

☆ taglist closed

★ note firework like the &team song not the katy perry song (ray told me to say this) ,, working on an smau makes u anxious ? why not start writing another one !! im taking care of myself i swear 🫶🏻 the group name i came up with might be ass but theres a specific joke i can make with it

MASTERLIST

(chapter titles might be subject to change as the fic goes on)

★ profiles [CUP!SS] / [cool men (real)] / [pick me girls]

01 ♡ wonception

02 ♡ gay son

03 ♡ apology letter with tears

04 ♡ #ynOUT

05 ♡ what are we

06 ♡ leash kid

07 ♡ like the stayc song

08 ♡ menstrual cup brand

09 ♡ quadratic equations

10 ♡ illiteracy

11 ♡ homie hopper allegations

12 ♡ first day at gay high school

13 ♡ reddit aita

[more to be added]

#☆ li writes #☆firework☆#enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen smau #enhypen fic #enhypen social media au #enhypen fluff #sunghoon smau #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon scenarios #enhypen #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader

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jooillusion · 1 year ago

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hyeongjun punishes you for being a perv :P

warnings: degradation, fingering, spanking, hyeongjun definitely isn’t shy here i don’t make the rules, mention of seungmin

pairings: neighbor!hyeongjun x perv!reader

idk this thought has been haunting me for the past two weeks help </3

hyeongjun invites you over to his apartment right across from your own.

once you got the notice you’d have a neighbor, you didn’t expect him to be so cute! the first time you saw him stepping out of his apartment was when he was going to work, greeting you with a smile that resembles a bunny. it’s been two and a half months since your first encounter and you’re hooked, figuring out his schedule, knowing that he plays guitar in his free time, and had a close friend named seungmin who you’d met in the hallway outside of his door.

but when he invited you to his apartment, you were surprised since the only time you two talked would be through texting and phone calls. being alone with him in person for even five seconds drives you mad. he’d pour you some tea, in favor of him being a barista. what you didn’t know though was that you were walking into his own devious plan. one minute you’re talking about college and the courses you’re taking this semester, the next he has you over his lap on his couch, your skirt pulled up and panties pulled down to your knees, bare ass in the air.

you’re biting on your hand, holding onto the phone you snuck pictures of him on. he makes you swipe through the pictures and count each picture you snuck of him playing guitar, just simply leaving his house, and him working out in the complex’s shared gym, the amount going into how many times he’ll land a harsh slap against your ass. tears prick at your eyes every single time his big hand lands a slap, your mind blanking after the tenth. the sting left a satisfying burn on your ass, his hands rubbing over the spot.

“aw cmon baby you still have 25 more to go…” he coos into your ear. your head falls into the couch’s cushion. you know he’s teasing, which only makes the feeling more pleasurable than painful. hyeongjun’s eyes look down at your glistening core, spreading your cheeks apart.

“cant even punish you without you getting wet like a whore,” you’re whining when you feel his long finger spreading your arousal. “you fucking jerked to these pictures like a pervert huh?”

you’re nodding your head, coyness hiding behind the shamelessness that’s buried inside. you’ve waited so long for his fingers inside of you, the nights you spent touching yourself, imagining his fingers instead of yours. you’d watch the videos you took of him working out, fingers buried deep inside of yourself but not satisfying you enough. his large hand lands another harsh slap against your asscheek.

“answer me you disgusting perv.”

hyeongjuns finger presses past your hole, slipping in easily. you’re whining out, thighs slightly shaking.

“y-yes hyeongjun ‘m s-sorry…” you try to say past moans, his single finger filling you up already.

“should record you breaking down and send it to seungmin yeah? you’d probably like that shit.” the more he speaks to you the needier you get, your greedy pussy clenching around his finger. he pulls his finger out and plunging it back in.

“so sad. a pretty but disgusting pussy…” you feel dirty, but in the best way possible. you wish you would’ve gotten caught sooner.

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

#—꩜ hyeongjun #—꩜ smut #—꩜ drabbles #—꩜ flor’s thoughts #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes smut #xdh hard hours #xdh imagines #xdh smut #xdh x reader #junhan x reader #junhan smut

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gunilslaugh · 2 years ago

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Can I request reader treating boyfriend XH like a puppy almost ik that sounds weird but I mean Like always making sure they drink water, feeding them, patting there head, booping their nose ykwim :p? Cuz honestly they all have golden retriever boyfriend energy to me I wanna take care of them HDJFHHFHFJ

Not gonna lie I read the first sentence and was a little off-put, but then I finished reading and understood what you meant. I hope you enjoy!

All members ß • 3 • ß

Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction to you treating them in a puppy-like way.

WC:869

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Gunil likes to act like he has this macho man image, so when you pat his head telling him how cute he is he pushes your hand away in defense.

“I’m not cute. Look at all these muscles.” He flexes one of his arms and pats his bicep. “I’m a man,” he states proudly. Only to have you boop his nose in return.

“A very cute man,” you smiled. Gunil sighs. He wants to be the one to take care of you, but you seem to be adamant about taking care of him. Always making sure that he eats and drinks plenty of water. Don’t get Gunil wrong, he appreciates it, but he has this bit of pride that makes it hard for him to let you look after him. He secretly loves it when you boop his nose though.

Jungsu

Jungsu got so flustered the first time you booped his nose. He didn’t know what to do. Chuckling awkwardly as he turned a shade of pink.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“You looked too adorable not too,” you told him. He has since gotten used to you doing this action. His nose crinkles up each time you do so. Jungsu is always grateful whenever you hand him a water bottle after practice or text him during the day asking about if he has eaten. He doesn’t mind you treating him in a puppy-like way unless you do in front of the members then he becomes very embarrassed. He asks you to keep it more behind closed doors. At the end of a long day he loves cuddling up next to you as you stroke his hair.

Gaon/Jiseok

“Stop patting my head like I’m a dog.” Jiseok swats your hand away from his head.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it, you give off golden retriever energy,” you say.

“What does that even mean?” he laughs.

“It means I want to take care of you,” you explained. Encasing him in an overly affectionate hug. Jiseok hugs you back, but also rolls his eyes as if you’re being a bit ridiculous. He finds that he quite likes you taking care of him. Sometimes he thinks you’re being a bit much, although he still likes the feeling of you looking out for him. When you boop his nose or pat his head he gives you a judgemental look, however he secretly likes it. If you haven’t done it in a while he tries to think of a subtle way to get you to do it.

O.de/Seungmin

He doesn’t really notice that you treat him in a puppy-like way at first. He just thought that head pats and nose booping were your preferred ways of showing affection. He didn’t even connect those actions to the way you cared about him drinking enough water and having good meals either. It wasn’t until his members brought it up that he realized it.

“Y’know it’s kinda funny how y/n treats you a bit like you're a puppy,” Jooyeon said.

“What do you mean?” Seungmin questions.

“Dude, you seriously haven’t noticed? The head pats, the nose boops, cooing at how cute you are,” Hyeongjun listed. That’s when Seungmin noticed that you did take care of him as if he was a puppy. He doesn’t mind it though. It’s not like you do it in a weird way. You do it in a caring way, so he’s ok with it.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

“You’re so cute Hyeongjunie,” you said after giving him a water bottle. One of your hands makes its way to ruffle his hair. A blush paints its way onto his cheeks. Compliments always made him a bit shy.

“Thanks,” he says bashfully, looking down at the guitar in his lap. You couldn’t help but boop his nose before leaving him to practice in peace. Your nose booping added to the blush on his cheeks, making it become a deeper shade. He’s aware of the puppy-like nature you treat him in and it does make him a little shy, but at the same time, although he won’t admit it out loud, he likes it. He feels well cared for and loved. Some days it bothers him a little bit and he’ll ask you to turn it down.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon is currently napping with his head in your lap after horsing around. Your hand carded through his hair as he slept and he nuzzled closer to your touch.

“You really are like a puppy,” you stated. That’s why you couldn’t help, but take care of him. Making sure that he eats well and drinks enough water. Always feeding him a bit of your food whenever you two eat together. When he comes to you excited about something you can’t fight off the urge to pat his head. Often booping his nose just because you find him cute. Jooyeon loves the affections you give him. His heart warms whenever your hand finds its way to his head and flutters when your finger lands on his nose. He’s so happy to have you care about him. Will say comments like, “I’m not a dog.” Then get upset when you don’t give him head pats.

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cravityglobal · 12 days ago

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CRAVITY The 2nd Album 'Dare to Crave'

Concept Photo 0 ver. 🍇

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flwoie · 1 year ago

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LOVE IN DISGUISE — P. SH.

I.R.I.S TEAM 5 SECRET AGENTS

PARK SUNGHOON agent 127/ice king, electrical engineer major, newly recruited/spy in training (still a pussy when it comes to dismantling bombs), has been crushing on you since middle school, allegedly the better sibling, meaning behind codename: he thinks he’s cool

L/N Y/N agent 247/black cat, accounting major, team leader, has been a spy since high school, spymaster-in-training, #middle_child, your basement is the lair, meaning behind codename: acts like one

CHOI BEOMGYU agent 313/zest fest, carpentry major, team co-leader, usually the one who sends agents out on missions, sunghoon’s bestfriend since elementary, meaning behind codename: he’s that “gay” bestfriend

NAKAMURA KAZUHA agent 809/lava girl, accounting major, sunghoon’s younger sister, the expert who handles the weapons and gadgets, meaning behind codename: she’s hot

IM YEOJIN agent 1111/red, architectural major, your bestfriend since high school, has an older brother who’s a spymaster, the hacker for major missions, meaning behind codename: red by tswift

HAN HYEONGJUN (JUNHAN) agent 818/basketball, film and media major (he says it’s the best major out there), sunghoon's bestfriend since high school, the stealer for important items, meaning behind codename: loves basketball

KIM MINJI agent 507/ap, architectural major, 1/2 of the last-minute-recruited-freshmen duo, the forger for agents who go undercover, meaning behind codename: applied math

ANA(BELLE) SHIM agent 320/boba, fashion design major, 2/2 of the last-minute-recruited-freshmen-duo, the disguise for undercover missions, meaning behind codename: "boba the drink or 'boba' the crush?"

mlist — next

🗯️ i was so busy brainstorming for my other fic rhat i lowkey forgot this fic actually has a posting sched...!!

Secrets are meant to be kept. Sunghoon never keeps secrets though, well except one—his friends being members of a super secret spy team. He finds out on the night he gets kidnapped and is rescued by them. That night, his friend offers him to be a part of the team to stop an organization, SPY-DER LILLIES, from destroying their campus and agency, I.R.I.S (International Resource for Intellectual Spies). And like the goofy goober he is, he joins for a jetpack and to impress his longtime friend and crush, the black cat agent, in order to win her heart before the spiders come crawling up his back.

spy! sunghoon x spy! f! reader

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binsito · 2 years ago

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junhan looks so sub to me, i really need a fic where he uses bunny sex toys, like a plug, a nipple clamp, rabbit ears!! his weakness is his nipples, he loves to be sucked... and he loves the reader's tittys too! so cute bunny boy 😭

here comes bunny boy junhannnn ♡

sweet bunny

warning: includes usage of toys, such as a buttplug and nipple clamps (m receiving), spanking, petnames, nipple play, ass play, do not read if uncomfortable !

“put this on hyeongjun..” you giggle as you pass him bunny ears.

he grabs it with a smile and puts it on, earning him a kiss. he was such a good bunny to you. “my baby bunny.. aren’t you such a sweet bun?” you cooed

his face was flushed as you straddled him, you were both in bed together naked after a shower. he couldn’t keep his sticky fingers off you in the bathroom and you found yourselves clambering into bed after drying up to mess around. he seemed to be extra sensitive after a shower. skin soft and warm - the cool air making his buds perk up. you quickly noticed and leaned down to take one in your mouth, sucking gently and humming in delight. his skin was so soft and smooth, you couldn’t wait to litter him in love bites.

he shivered and let out a soft sigh which quickly hitched and turned into a whimper as you rolled one of his nipples between your fingers “my bunny is so cute hm?.. but my bunny is missing his tail isn’t he?” he nodded eagerly, he knew exactly what you meant and what to do. he quickly opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a silver buttplug with a soft cotton tail on the end. you grabbed it from him and he quickly turned around, his cute little ass facing you as you massaged his cheeks. “can’t be a bunny without your tail, silly.. let’s fix that.” and his cock couldn’t help but leak.

couldn’t help but drool underneath him as you worked his hole after prepping him with some lube, playing with his hole before pressing the tip of the plug in to gradually leave him full. he squirmed, whimpering as he reached a hand down to help his poor cock out but you stopped him and gave him a spank. “bad, bad bunny..” you said sternly, however that never stopped him from trying to push your buttons.

he tried touching himself again but this time you stopped him before he even dared. flipping him back over to face you which caused his bunny ears to slide forward slightly as you pinched his nipple harshly. he let out a pathetic yelp as you replaced your fingers with a nipple clamp from the drawer, one decorated all pretty with a pink bow hanging off it. “you have to be good for me bunny.. you know i don’t like it when you’re naughty.” you pouted, placing the other clamp on the opposite nipple. he let out a pained moaned and rolled his eyes back slightly, he loved how you treated him - the stinging along with the scolding making his cock twitch. “promise me you’ll be a good bunny for me? hm? say it hyeongjun..” “p-p.. promise.. won’t be bad anymore..” he looked up at you as he nodded along to his own words and you feigned sympathy, cooing at him before you climbed on top of him, cock pressed against the inside of you thigh as you leaned over him, reaching over to fix his cute little ears. “be good and take care of me then” you instructed, his face full of your tits and he’d be a fool not to latch on hungrily. if there was one thing he absolutely couldn’t live without, it would be your tits. in his mouth, in his hands, jerking his cock between them - he was crazy about them. he loved to play with them, loved to shove his face between them, lick them and hear all the pretty sounds you make. so he took one in his mouth and sucked on you with a moan, his tongue swirling your nipple while a free hand came up to cup your other breast. squeezing it tightly as he shut his eyes to enjoy your soft skin on his tongue. you gripped onto his hair and breathed out a soft mewl, no matter how many times you called him bad, he knew that wasn’t true.

he knew he was your sweet bunny and you loved him dearly.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

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tragiclvr · 6 months ago

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@loserlvrss 2023-24 masterlist. ( pt.2 )

000. le sserafim ( 르세라핌 )

buy me presents - sakura

mon amour - yunjin

000. seventeen ( 세븐틴 )

cupid & psyche - vernon, scoups

lucky for me - wonwoo

face - jeonghan

000. the boyz ( 더보이즈 )

cindy lou who - eric

l’amour de ma vie - jacob

take care of it - younghoon

bf texts - kevin

wildflower - changmin

perfect night - changmin

bf texts - sunwoo

thirsty - sunwoo

000. &team ( エンティーム )

sweetbitter - nicholas

bad idea right? - yudai

as your boyfriend - fuma

striped stockings - fuma

serendipity - euijoo

stars in your eyes - jo

bffs to lovers pt.1 pt.2 - ot9

000. enhypen ( 엔하이픈 )

fantasize - heeseung

eat me up - heeseung

unsteady - jay

sleeptalk - jake

tied to your body - jake

sick - jake

bf texts - jake

one in the same - sunghoon

intro (the end of the world) - sunghoon

000. stray kids ( 스트레이 키즈 )

midnight walk - bangchan

father (for) christmas - bangchan

gone - minho

a big crush on my boyfriend - minho

good night - changbin

squirrel cheeks - jisung

bf insta stories - seungmin

old computer, new headache - jeongin

000. cravity ( 크래비티 )

trouble in paradise - serim

dressing room - allen

my sunshine - jungmo

000. trendz ( 트렌드지 )

photobooth - havit

000. nct ( 엔시티 )

anesthesia - kun

bf insta stories - jaehyun

rained in - jungwoo

no one but you - mark

first last kiss - hendery

get you - jeno

late night snacking - haechan

basketball - chenle

flour - jisung

can i stay over? texts - nct dream ot7

000. xdinary heroes ( 엑스디너리 히어로즈 )

california girls - jungsu

bf texts - jungsu

until the end of time - jungsu

bf texts - jiseok

bf texts - seungmin

cuz i’m bored, duh! - seungmin

bf texts pt.1 pt.2 - hyeongjun

like we just met - jooyeon

she’s busy prank texts - ot6

with a taller s/o - ot6

000. zerobaseone ( 제로베이스원 )

runny nose - hao

bf texts - hanbin

sitting in traffic - hanbin

like you want me to - hanbin

broke down, keep warm - hanbin

feel - matthew

crush - matthew

bf texts - taerae

cherry chapstick - ricky

only one - gyuvin

favorite places to kiss / be kissed - legal line

000. riize ( 라이즈 )

bf texts pt.1 pt.2 - eunseok

undefined - sungchan

forever photos - anton

bestie texts - anton

playlist - anton

000. boynextdoor ( 보이넥스트도어 )

quicksand - sungho

pulchritudinous - sungho

as your boyfriend - sungho

hot grill summer - sungho

evening glow - riwoo

as your boyfriend - riwoo

forgotten grocery list - jaehyun

alike tides, aligned waves - taesan

as your boyfriend - taesan, leehan

fight! - leehan

opposites attract - leehan

croptops & skirts - leehan

as the tears roll - leehan

000. evnne ( 이븐 )

how to apologize - keita

you-r-l-i-p-s - seungeon

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mooseung · 9 months ago

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୨୧ button eyes

han hyeongjun (junhan)

ᨳ after moving back into his childhood home, han hyeongjun awakens in the middle of the night and is led to a world far different from his own.

𖧷 happy october :p

𖧷 jun is freaked out most of the time, sorry bud. things get spooky … not rlly idk

𖧷 started writing this when i had coraline brainworms i just wanted to write my own twist on it. i <3 mixing my interests together sorry if it’s not interesting i had fun tho xd

in the midst of foggy memories he faintly remembers. he was 3 years old when his parents moved him into the middle corridors of the infamous pink palace. yet hyeongjun has great memories here, even if many of them are of his mother and father rotting away at their computers, leaving him to twiddle his ten fingers and stare at peeling wallpaper. it wasn't until he reached the age of 10 where he was ripped away from the scene he grew comfortable of. the boy was forced to abandon the rustic home, carrying over to a suburban city and settling into a house colored grey. then he lived a mundane life, absent of any significant times.

now he's 22 and staring back at the pink palace that towered over him like a scientist and its specimen. a moving truck beside him hustles out muscled men, each heaving boxes and equipment into the corridors he once resided in during the golden ages of his childhood. the perfume of humid air grants him the whiff of nostalgia that he's been craving for years.

everything is the same. the wallpaper's faded blue still rots and peels off at the corners, and the floorboards still rhythmically creak following his patters. each and every room upholds their signature item that he's legally agreed to not remove, including a sprung out piano in the study room and the dried paintings in another.

hyeongjun attempts to relive each core memory. he begins in the kitchen, putting together a meal of slob, one that's unable to satisfy him the way his mother's meals would. instead this mirrors his father, who would whip up meals that would send jun hungry for the night.

as he's searching for a drawer to keep his utensils in, there's one filled with keys, and he encounters confusion. there's no clue as to what each one unlocks. the concoction of silver and gold blinds him, but when he rummages around to gain familiarity, a peculiar black key blurs out the rest as the peak of unfamiliarity.

it's black, smooth, and made completely out of plastic. the curvy handle snuggly fits the palm of his hand; it mimics a button with 4 rectangular holes poked out.

the encounter shifts the mood to one that's uncomfortable; the key's complete defiance of uniformity claws at him for interest, but hyeongjun quickly looks away. he decides: any unfamiliarity this house gives him goes against the reason he’s come for. and so he doesn't spare the topic another minute, placing the object back in its home and steering away to a different task.

when hours pass, he begins to unpack in one of the many study rooms of this place. his eyes scan over the contract-bounded painting that illustrates a blonde boy, teary-eyed over fallen ice cream. it's sad, and it's boring.

"one boring, blue boy."

hyeongjun recalls the tasks his father had given him when he was just 7. to avoid the pestering presence of his son, the man sent him on a quest to find every blue object in their house. this painting was the first to be jotted down.

as a boy, he thought that was something fun. a thoughtful game to keep hyeongjun's young curiosity fed. but 15 years later, it falters just a bit. a hint of realization blasts out the scene for him, and the boy in the painting stares at him in pity.

when he's done assembling a coffee table, hyeongjun sits up and looks around the room for its placement. an unfamiliar accent in the walls finds his eyes first.

it's a short door outlining the lifts in the wallpaper, and it's easily noticeable. his body unknowingly gravitates towards it, tracing the ripped outline and immediately tugging it. the door is locked.

senses of unfamiliarity sprinkle the scene, so again his interest dims. hyeongjun sighs and gets up off his knees to tend to his table again. but minutes pass, and when he's done decorating the study table the door continues twinkling for attention. his mind feels numb, not processing the movement of his body being draggeg past dirty dishes and knocked over boxes, just until his hands acquire that black button key once more. it was a quick motion, and he finally gathers his clear mind once he's eyeing the door with a shimmering key, bound to answer something.

he shakes his head, breathing carefully as he inserts the key like an easy puzzle; it's a perfect fit. there's a satisfying click to perk up his two ears, and his stomach drops. when it naturally swings towards his direction his imaginative mind draws out a variety of anticipations. he expects anything.

he expects anything but nothing, and that's what he gets: a load of red bricks.

"agh." his groan echoes as he slams the wall back into place. he can't find it in himself to waste any more of his efforts with this side plot, so he leaves the key on top of his newly furnished table. now his worries offer the task of tending to his bruised mind. he readies for his favorite night-time activity: sleep.

he's changed successfully, and he’s now tucking himself into crimson sheets as he scans the familiar room. it's so comfortable, and he's at ease now that he can reside right where he wants to be. stuffed bunnies occupy each cubicle in the storage compartments across him. the nightstand holds a collection of childhood photos of the people he cherished the most, though many he had lost contact with. a lone chair sits at his left side, similar to how it was years ago when his mother would sit and guard him from the monsters hindering beneath the bed. it all gives him a warm embrace, and his eyes delicately fall with a smile softly pursed on his lips. he falls asleep, gently.

tap tap tap, squeak squeak.

they're the only sounds filling the room. hyeongjun can't pinpoint the location of these rodents. he lays down on his side, eyes jumping from box to box to catch something. then he lunges to peek underneath his bed. that’s where he successfully finds the perpetrators.

squeak squeak. tap tap tap.

the mice jump when noticing the large, soulful eyeballs peering above them. the feeling is fright at first, but it becomes excitement fairly quickly. the squad scrambles and reunites at the crack of his bedroom door, then they stare right at the boy. their movement conveys, "follow me."

it's fortunate to them that he catches on. tucking in his bare feet into a warm pair of slippers, he approaches the party who race away from his grasp. he's subconsciously eager to follow them.

hyeongjun finds himself back inside the drawing room, the boring blue boy waving at his reappearance. but the room is dark, and his inability to flicker on the lights leads him to wander the room in the dark. he's relying on the inkling that the mice have led him here, as well as the tiny patters scattering close by. one of them squeaks, prompting a symphony of others as they call him over.

the mice stand in front of the small door, sparing time for hyeongjun’s eyes to adjust to the pitch black room. his eyeballs greatly expand the moment they adjust and witness the band of critters slip through cracked wallpaper, squeezing into the door full of bricks. it's a magic trick that astonishes jun.

he's frantic to follow, and his heart skips with a fallen jaw at the colorful tunnel that greets him the moment the small door flies open. there's a faint feeling of unfamiliarity again; however, this time around he feels like a piece of metal against a magnet. rather than extracting himself from this horrifying foreign piece, his body remains glued to it. his eyes scan over every inch of the tunnel until they're led down another exit, from that point on impossible to make out just where exactly he'll be led to if he were to venture on.

fear creeps up on him, but it's hard to distinguish in the whirlwind of curiosity he's in. he’s not used to adventure, but rather comfort. weirdly, unfamiliarity feels faint too. so he begins to crawl.

the texture encapsulating him spreads a childish familiarity to his head, comfortable like nostalgia always provided. twinkling melodies surround him as he crawls with a shake, eyes studying the navy blue atmosphere beyond the material trapping him. he's certain that there's no end to the slate though, and setting loose into it may send him spiraling into an abyss of starry and eerie nothingness. he decides to continue down the tunnel, meeting a similar door to where he's entered. when he's finally through, everything feels similar. he's back at the drawing room.

burdened, he shakes his head as he lets off a slew of curse. this room is beginning to frustrate him, tugging at him like a pest. all it has is a stupid door and a line of snowglobes to accompany the sad, sad painting of a boy smiling at his ice cream-

that's a difference. easy to miss, but clogs his mouth at his keen notice.

he pulls himself up at the notice, hands fixing themselves into one another as his fingers intertwine anxiously. his first step barely sweeps past his leg, and he almost sends himself spiraling back down until he saves his footing with frantic attempts to balance. the feeling of fear has made itself evident now when he's already two steps in.

his heart thumps, trying its best to send him back down the tunnel he wandered through. but delicious aroma swirls fill his nose and distracts these attempts. it smells delicious, and more importantly, it smells familiar.

he follows the sound of sweet, melodic humming coming from the kitchen.

his feet come to a halt when he sees the figure. his hands disconnect, covering his mouth as his heart skyrockets in speed. his legs begin to wobble like an ancient building destined to collapse at the earth's strongest shock.

"mom?"

she spins around, a youthful smirk decorates her radiant skin as her songful hums come to a halt. her hair is jet black, movement is swift, high spirited. it's all different to how he knew the older women, yet one difference made itself the most evident.

those eyes of hers, once brown and soulful, were replaced with big black buttons. she has button eyes.

"you're just in time for dinner hyeongjun!"

"you..." jun almost chokes on his words, shock striking his words out of order like a bolt of lightning. "…you're not my mother..."

the figure's head tilts, "of course i'm not. i'm your other mother."

hyeongjun doesn't know if he should step back, but as long as a knife isn’t put against his throat he decides to stay. he stands still with his eyes scanning the setting. the kitchen is decorated to his childhood memory; photos of the family pinned up on nearby walls, a fridge with accents of alphabetical spellings he recalls playing with often. everything practically mirrors the world he once knew, everything but those damn button eyes.

he investigates, "i don't have have an other mother."

"of course you do! everyone has an other mother." she turns around, staring at the contents in her pan. "dinner is ready, so you should hurry and eat! there's a show the neighbors invited you to~"

hyeongjun sits down hesitantly. his nose catches scent of every food he could think of, a menu that mirrors the way his mother’s on special occasions such as birthdays and holidays. except this one is odd; the woman was not his mother. his knees anxiously bounce in place at the realization that he's hearing her voice, reliving a special memory after a long time. why does the world feel too vivid to dismiss as a dream? nonetheless jun sits with his wobbly knees, heart starting to creep up into his throat like he's bound to throw it up before his meal.

"i-i'm not um...hungry."

it's a lie. the image beholding him was one he's been craving for years: mother's cooking for special events in the family of 3. where she'd cook all his favorite meals with a bright smile cradling her gentle face. moving into the house, he hoped his brain could flicker these images to bring back those waves of happiness from the past. but this wasn't it. his mind feels like it's running laps in attempt to escape, yet it's unwillingly satisfied at the damned feelings of familiarity and nostalgia.

"okay~" she turns around, "then you should get going! you don’t wanna keep your friend waiting..."

an unnerving grin from the other mother accompanies jun to the door, where he meets a familiar childhood friend. the familiar brown locks of his is symbolically shiny enough for jun to recognize the boy even aged. his body fits into worn-down adolescent rocker clothes, rips brimming his jeans and some american band headlining his dark shirt. he's almost identical to his younger self, all except just a bit taller.

and that there are black buttons taking hold of his eyes.

"jiseok...?"

hyeongjun knows who he is, but he still speaks cautiously not knowing who exactly he is.

“haven’t you missed him, dear?” her high pitch voice tings at hyeongjun’s ears. “in this world, he’s just as you remembered him.”

hyeongjun’s head tilts, and his friend’s head mirrors. there’s a smile, but everything is hallow. everything is scary, everything is unfamiliar. his heart sinks when he’s finally realized what’s happening. a pinch is needed to pull him out this dream he dismissed so quickly, but when his other mother grabs his skin and pulls him outside the house, he’s only dragged deeper into this nightmare.

where the hell is he?

an artificial full moon decorates the sky, freckling stars scatter around. the trees are still, not a breeze trickles by. hyeongjun tries to blink away the daunting emotion of fear, but it occurs to him that he’s the only being here whose eyes could do so. his heart attempts to jump out of his body.

“the downstairs neighbors are waiting! go ahead now~”

jiseok begins to walk, but hyeongjun remains as still as his neighboring trees. he’s watching the other mother go stale, button eyes clean enough to reflect his horrified gaze. her smile is crooked, fake, and one that his real mother would never show. her fingers overlap one another politely, and as she goes idle they tap on her knuckles to a tempo. it’s an unnerving scene, one that doesn’t seem to have an end. that’s when jiseok’s cold hand takes junhan’s sweaty palms, dragging him down the stairs and onto the porch of their downstairs neighbors.

jun recalls it all. everything from the food, the friends, the shows. everything being illustrated reflects the old memories that he’s grown to miss. but here, everything is corrupted. the sky doesn’t seem real, the air feels denser, his friend’s hand is freezing like it belongs to a corpse. the pit in his stomach digs itself deeper like a twisting knife. he’s lost, confused, and scared. how can you take action when all these emotions paralyze you instead? when there’s no knowing if something sinister awaits your rebellious move, or even worse, waiting for you if you comply.

he grows closer to the decision that he needs to run, find that little door in the wall and never look back. but that’s when the neighbor’s door swings open, and two familiar piano players emerge with big, black button eyes.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes imagines #well idk if it’s imagines i guess more like fanfic.?.? idk #xdh fanfic #junhan #xdh junhan #han hyeongjun #wait this is fun i should write more often

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