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sluttyminghao · 3 months ago

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♡ pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader ♡ word count: approx 2k ♡ genre: filthy, filthy smut ♡ includes: dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, choking, pool sex, possessive wonwoo, overstimulation, rough sex, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, nipple play (f. receiving), praise + degradation, this is literally just pure filth ♡ a/n: anotha one. tagging @sluttywonwoo bc i know she needs to see this ily bae happy belated birthday

The sun is sinking low on the horizon and bleeding gold and crimson hues across the sky. The last rays from the warm day were scattering perfectly over the glittering surface of the pool. The world is slow and heavy with heat, but you’re not paying attention to anything but the man in front of you.

Wonwoo looks obscene like this; he’s sitting at the edge of the pool, legs spread, and his dark swim trunks clinging to him like a lifeline, small droplets are sliding down his chest in lazy trails. His hair is messy and a little curly, wet from an earlier dip, and he’s watching you with something dangerous simmering in his dark, dark eyes.

You’re kneeling between his legs, your hands trailing slowly up his thighs teasingly, knowing exactly how close you’re pushing him to snapping. From the looks of it, he wasn't far off.

"Quit playing," he growls low, his voice like thunder vibrating through his chest.

You look up at him through your lashes, feigning innocence, but the wicked curve of your lips gives away your intentions immediately. His hand flies to your hair, and you feel him tangle his fingers within the strands, gripping just tight enough to make you gasp.

"You want to act like a fucking brat?" he mutters, leaning down, nose brushing yours. "I'll treat you like one."

Your stomach flips violently, heat pooling between your legs.

Before you can make another smart comment, he pulls you up roughly by the hair, hauling you into his lap so you're straddling him, your bare thighs spreading wide over his. The wet fabric of his trunks does little to hide how hard he is, the thick and heavy length of him pressing right against your soaked swimsuit.

He rocks his hips up once, slow and deliberate, dragging a sharp whimper from your throat, eliciting a smirk on his lips.

"Do you feel that?" he says darkly, his plump lips brushing over the shell of your ear. "That's what you do to me. Every time you look at me like that, every time you fucking tease me..."

You grind down against him instinctively, desperate for friction, and he chuckles, it’s low, cruel, and devastating. His hands have a tight grip on your hips, almost bruising, and forcing you to stay still.

"No, baby. You don't get to take what you want," he hisses. "Not until I say."

You groan out in frustration, but the need for him and his cock is dizzying and all-consuming. Every single one of your nerve endings is on fire, and every muscle in your body is strung tight with want and lust.

Finally, he shifts, ripping violently at the strings of your bikini until the top falls away, your nipples pebbling in the slowly cooling evening air. His mouth is on your tits immediately, hot and demanding, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a groan that rumbles through your entire body.

Your head tips back, a moan ripping from your lips, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling.

"You’re fucking perfect," he mutters against your skin, nipping quickly at the sensitive bud before switching to the other breast. "Perfect and all mine."

The possessiveness in his voice sends another wave of slickness pooling between your thighs. When he finally slides a hand between your bodies, yanking your bikini bottom aside, his fingers slip through your folds easily, finding you dripping.

"Goddamn," he breathes, almost reverent. "All of this for me?"

"Please," you gasp, squirming, but he only smirks, teasing your entrance, brushing your clit with maddening lightness.

"Use your words, baby."

"I need you," you choke out. "Need your cock. Need you to fuck me, Wonwoo — please."

The sound of need and desperation in your voice breaks something in him. In one brutal motion, he’s lifting you and dragging the tip of his cock through your slick folds, smearing himself in your juices before pushing inside you in a single, overwhelming thrust.

You scream as he bottoms out, the stretch of him is too much, too good, your walls are spasming around the sudden intrusion. He fills you up completely, splitting you open until you can feel him in your stomach. You’re almost certain your cervix will be bruised after he’s done with you.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits out, forehead pressing to yours, every muscle in his body straining, his neck vein significantly more prominent now than it had been five minutes ago. "So fucking good."

He doesn’t give you a second to adjust. Instead, he sets a punishing pace immediately, snapping his hips up into you hard enough to rock you both, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin, filthy and echoing under the open sky.

Each thrust hits something deep inside you, the pleasure is slamming through your body in raw, electric bursts. You can't think nor can you breathe, you can only sob broken curses into his shoulder, clinging to him as he ruins you with each thrust.

"Take it," he growls into your ear, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "I want you to take all of it, baby. You're mine. You hear me?"

"Y-yes," you whimper, nails digging into his back and your eyes rolling back as he delivers a particularly hard thrust. "Yours, Wonwoo, all yours!"

His hand sneaks between your bodies again, finding your clit, rubbing tight, punishing circles that send sparks of white-hot pleasure up your spine.

"You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?" he taunts, voice feral. "Gonna let me feel you squeeze my cock?"

You nod frantically, the coil in your belly tightening, spiralling out of control and about to snap.

"Come on," he growls. "Cum for me. Let everyone fucking hear who you belong to."

The filthy words shatter you. You cry out as your thighs tremble, your pussy clenching down hard around him as your orgasm tears through you, blinding and vicious. Wonwoo snarls something guttural you can't quite hear, his hips stuttering as he follows you over the edge, grinding deep inside you, flooding you with his release.

He stays buried in you for a long moment, both of you gasping for air, clinging to each other like lifelines.

Slowly, he pulls back to look at you—your flushed face, your wrecked and desperate expression; and there’s something dark and possessive that flickers in his eyes.

"You think we're done?" he asks, voice rough and dangerous.

You barely manage a shaky laugh.

"I’m not going anywhere," you whisper.

His smile is slow and lethal.

"Good," he says, sliding his arms under you again, lifting you like you weigh nothing. "Because I’m gonna fuck you against every goddamn surface around this pool."

And from the way his cock is already hardening again inside you, you know he’s dead serious.

The water sloshes around you as Wonwoo carries you back into the pool, your body still trembling, hypersensitive from the first orgasm he had already wrung out of you.

You cling to him, barely coherent, your face buried in his neck. His heartbeat thunders under your palms, fast and heavy, matching your own.

But he doesn’t give you a chance to recover.

His grip tightens on your thighs as he presses you back against the pool wall, the cold tile biting into your overheated skin. His cock is still buried inside you, swelling again, hardening even though he just came. The stretch of him is almost unbearable, your walls still fluttering around him, slick with your combined release.

Wonwoo leans back to look at you, his face dark, wrecked, and so goddamn beautiful it hurts.

"You can take it," he says roughly, one hand sliding up your neck, fingers wrapping gently but firmly around your throat. The action alone has your cunt clenching around him, his lethal smirk only growing wider. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

Your breath stutters at the mere mention of praise, your body arching instinctively into his touch.

"Y-yes," you gasp, voice ragged.

He squeezes his fingers around your throat, just a little bit, but also just enough to make your head spin and your core clench desperately around him.

"Then open up for me," he orders.

And then he starts to move.

No teasing this time. No slow buildup. Just filthy, brutal thrusts, the sound of him slamming into you echoing off the water, obscene and raw. His hand around your throat tightens, cutting off your breath just enough to make every nerve ending light up in dizzying pleasure.

Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, the pressure in your lungs matching the pressure building inside you, tight and white-hot. Everything is beginning to feel too much, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues his precise thrusts.

Wonwoo groans low in his chest, watching you fall apart bit by bit under him, so utterly fucking wrecked.

"You love it, don't you?" he growls, voice feral. "Love being used like this. Love letting me fuck you dumb."

You nod helplessly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation, from the lack of air, from how fucking good everything feels.

He finally releases your throat just long enough for you to gasp in a desperate breath — and then he’s back, slamming into you harder, deeper, using your body like it’s his, like he owns it.

"You’re mine," he snarls. "Say it."

"Yours," you cry out, voice breaking. "Wonwoo, I'm yours, I'm yours…"

Your body betrays you, clenching impossibly tight around him, a second orgasm ripping through you even more violently than the first. You sob his name, clawing at his back, your entire body shaking with the force of it.

Wonwoo curses, head dropping to your shoulder, his thrusts turning sloppy, erratic.

"Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up again, baby," he pants. "Gonna stuff you so full you feel me for days."

You shudder at the filth dripping from his lips, at the unbearable pleasure still sparking through your nerves.

With a deep and broken groan, he slams into you one last time, grinding deep, spilling inside you again, the warmth of it blooming inside your already sensitive core and making your body spasm unconsciously again.

He stays in that position briefly, breathing hard against your skin, holding you so tightly it’s almost bruising, like he’s terrified you’ll slip away.

You don’t. You can’t.

You’re his.

Completely.

When he finally pulls back enough to look at you, your legs are trembling so badly you can’t hold yourself up, so he keeps you pinned against the wall, his hands stroking your sides gently now, in an attempt to ground you.

"You did so good, baby," he murmurs, brushing wet hair back from your face. His voice is raw, low, aching with something more than lust. "So good and perfect for me."

You blink up at him, dazed, tears streaking your cheeks, your lips swollen and trembling. The soft, broken sound you make when he kisses you again, slow and tender this time, almost undoes him completely.

He presses his forehead to yours, breathing you in, keeping you close.

"We’re not done," he whispers, a wicked gleam in his eye despite how wrecked you both are. "Not even close."

And from the way he’s already hardening again inside you, still pulsing, still needing, you know he means it.

You’re not surviving the night. And honestly? You don’t mind.

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studioeisa · 1 month ago

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growing sideways 📧 jeonghan x reader.

yours, whether you like it or not,

📧 pairing. co-workers!jeonghan x reader. 📧 social media au & epistolary (told through emails). 📧 genres. alternate universe: non-idol, alternate universe: co-workers. romance, humor. 📧 includes. mention of alcohol; suggestive language; profanity. workplace rivals, corporate jargon, engineering terms i definitely butchered, use of y/n l/n for e-mail purposes. title from noah kahan’s growing sideways; waaay too many kahan references, really. style and format insp. by cinnamorussell’s tell all your friends i’m crazy (i’ll drive you mad). 📧 notes. this is a bit long, but we ball. in one of my first conversations with @diamonddaze01, we dreamed up workplace rival yoon jeonghan. i offer it, now, as part of a month-long celebration for the person i’ve dedicated a good quarter of my work to. tara, i’ll never meet someone who won’t know about you. nanu ninnannu pritisuttene! 🔭

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Test Platform Validation Report (EU Submission)

Yoon,

I reviewed the validation draft you uploaded this morning. Fascinating interpretation of clause 4.3.2. Bold of you to skip the stability data appendix entirely. I can only assume it was an artistic choice.

Also, the raw tensile data from the 0528 batch isn’t included. If it was meant to be in the shared drive, it wasn’t in any of the usual folders (QA_Share > FR_Validation > tensile_data > missing_files > probably_Jeonghan’s).

I’ve attached my edits. I added actual numbers.

Regards, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Test Platform Validation Report (EU Submission)

Thank you for the prompt review. I assumed your obsession with clause 4.3.2 would outweigh your impulse to nitpick, but alas—some things never change.

The stability data was excluded intentionally while awaiting results from the accelerated aging test. If you opened the protocol (second folder under QA_Share > FR_Validation > tensile_data > definitely_not_missing), you’d see that.

As for your edits, I appreciate the effort. It’s cute when you pretend Excel likes you back.

Best, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

Yoon,

Not that I expect you to read full briefs, but just in case you skimmed this one: yes, the transfer protocols need to be locked before next Friday if we want the France site to hit qualification by Q3.

Your last edits to the QAP template were inspired. I didn’t know it was possible to confuse ISO 13485 with a haiku.

I’ve restructured the equipment IQ section. You’re welcome. You’ll need to coordinate with Wonwoo at the Lyon site for vendor access, assuming you remember to email him this time.

I’ll see you in Lyon.

Disrespectfully, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

Of course I read the brief. Just because I don’t annotate every margin with red ink and superiority complexes doesn’t mean I don’t understand the deadline.

I’ll coordinate with Wonwoo, assuming you don’t scare him off again with your charmingly blunt emails. (I still have the screenshot of him calling you “intimidatingly competent.”)

By the way, your IQ revisions look fine. Shockingly legible this time. Congratulations.

I’ll see you in Lyon. Try not to sabotage the coffee machine this trip.

Until customs detains us, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

If Wonwoo was intimidated, it’s because I sent him instructions written in complete sentences. A rare treat, I know.

You still haven’t confirmed the calibration matrix. We’ll need the traceable certs before equipment ships, or do you plan to charm EU regulators into letting us slide on documentation? Actually, don’t answer that. I’ve seen you talk to vendors.

Also: bring the correct adapter this time. I’m not sharing an outlet with you again.

Best of luck (to me), L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: EU Submission - FR Manufacturing Coordination

The calibration matrix is in the tracker: third tab, fourth column, next to the thing labeled “READ ME, PLEASE” Try it. It’s fun.

And yes, I plan to charm the regulators. You, on the other hand, can stun them into compliance with your piercing PowerPoint transitions.

As for the outlet. I’m bringing an adapter. And a surge protector. For reasons.

Looking forward to our time in France. Nothing says “teamwork” like four days of jetlag and passive aggression.

Yours in regulatory purgatory, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

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☾ You have silenced Notifications.

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Yoon,

Per our debrief notes (the ones not written on a cocktail napkin), I’ve uploaded the final QAP revisions and vendor qualification summaries to the shared drive. You can stop emailing me pictures of our hotel room as “documentation.” Though impressive dedication to fieldwork.

Also, your expense report still lists the mini bar from Tuesday night. Pretty bold move, considering you insisted you only drank half the bottle.

Respectueusement, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

You’re welcome for the in-room stress testing of French plumbing. I was being thorough.

Also, I did only drink half. You drank the other half and then told the front desk I was your emotional support engineer.

Re: shared drive. I see your formatting crimes continue. I fixed your spacing in the risk assessment table. Try to be better.

Yours across all timezones, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Yoon,

I’d fix my spacing if you’d stop adjusting my bullet styles just to mess with me. And next time, maybe don’t volunteer us for the plant tour while hungover. Watching you nearly fall into a vat of solvent was not the regulatory impression we wanted.

Stop calling me yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S. You still owe me one (1) bed. I’m adding it to your performance review.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: FR Submission Debrief + Documentation

Not my fault someone booked the hotel late and got us the romantic suite. You’re lucky I didn’t call room service for rose petals.

I’ve uploaded the final sign-offs and confirmation from the French regulatory contact—who says we’re the most “thorough and theatrically matched” engineers she’s worked with. I think that’s a compliment.

Let me know if I’ve missed any appendices. Or if you want your highlighter back.

Yours, even if you deny me (hotel registration said so), Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. I liked sharing the room with you. Not because of budget errors or international confusion. Just because it was you.

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from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Great audit notes, as usual. I’ve attached my edits for the CAPA log. We’ll have to discuss column F, because your formulas hate me.

Also, bold of you to post a photo of flowers on a Tuesday. Does SVT approve PTO for midweek romance now?

Am I being cheated on?, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Yoon,

Corrected the formula logic in column F. Try not to break it again.

And yes, Tuesday dates are a thing now. Believe it or not, some people find me tolerable enough to see more than once.

Shocking, I know.

Regrets, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Don’t worry. I’m sure your second date will be charmed by your bullet point consistency.

Personally, I’ve never seen the appeal of dating someone like you. Too sharp. Too bossy. Too quick to judge formula errors.

Fortunately, SVT doesn’t require us to like each other outside of Gantt charts.

Yours, whether you like it or not, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Supplier Audit Timeline + Other Things

Yoon,

Believe me, the feeling is mutual. I'd sooner date a malfunctioning tensile tester.

I fixed your math in the timeline estimates. Again. Please don’t bother me for the rest of the week. I’m going to be busy preparing for date number two.

(You wish I was) Yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

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You started sharing your location with YJH 👿 (Work).

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule

Yoon,

Your revised equipment validation timeline looks solid. I’ve flagged the dates where QRA and process requal overlap. You’ll need to talk to Ops to make sure there’s no resource conflict.

Also, thanks. For the other night.

Don’t make a thing out of it. Reluctantly yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule

Wow. A “thanks.” What is this, a truce?

Noted on the QRA overlap—I’ll sync with Ops and shift our timeline by 2-3 business days. I’ve attached a revised Gantt for your very critical review.

Also: you owe me fries.

Yours with no reluctance whatsoever, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. Don’t let your guard down. I’d hate for you to start thinking I’m nice.

P.P.S. You’re beautiful when drunk. Infuriating, but beautiful.

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule

Attached: my comments on your Gantt chart (see rows 14–27). Also, your font choices are unhinged. You’re lucky you’re marginally good at your job.

Fries are contingent on you not mentioning the karaoke. Sober now, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S. You’re nice when you think I’m too drunk to remember.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] subject: Re: Equipment Revalidation Schedule

I’ll swap the font if it means less red pen in my inbox.

And don’t worry, I’d never mention your rendition of “Dancing Queen” in front of senior management. Or that you made me sing backup.

As for being nice: I was just making sure you didn’t fall asleep in a nacho basket. Again.

Drunk on you, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. I remember everything you said. Even the parts you don’t.

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from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

Attached: updated protocol outline and projected data submission window. Added notes re: temperature excursions flagged by the lab.

Unrelated, but I saw your latest post. Interesting how you managed to frame the lighting just right on that cafe table. Almost as if someone you work with took the photo.

Also, bold choice uploading a cropped version of that one picture of me holding five tote bags. Very “soft launch,” very subtle.

Launched like a rocket ship, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

This isn’t the time.

The humidity chamber failed mid-run and half of the accelerated aging samples are compromised. I’ll need to retest from baseline and revalidate the controls. Not sure yet if it pushes our submission, but I’m flagging it with QA.

I suggest you review section 6.2 of the protocol instead of obsessing over my Instagram.

L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

Didn’t mean to distract. I hadn’t seen the alert yet. Engineering just looped me in on the chamber issue. I’ll prioritize sourcing backup samples and contact Tech Ops to check chamber calibration across all zones.

You’ll have data. We’ll make it work.

(But if you were soft-launching me, I looked great.)

Trying too hard, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

Yoon,

Appreciated. Sorry I snapped.

I just really didn’t want this run to go sideways. I know it’s not your fault—but I’ve been fielding calls since 7:00 a.m. and I’m a little fried.

Yours and then some, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S. You looked ridiculous, but sure. Let the internet wonder.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

You can yell at me any time. Preferably not before coffee, but I’ll survive.

QA says they’ll expedite sample disposal so we can start the new batch by end of week. I sent you a revised Gantt. And a snack. Don’t fight me on it.

Yours in whatever way you’ll have me, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

P.S. Internet speculation is already intense. I’ve received two DMs inquiring if I’m truly off the market. Is this your twisted little way of staking claim?

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

The snack was suspiciously well-timed. You’re lucky I like sesame.

Re: QA—I’ll update the submission calendar and notify Regulatory we’re adjusting the stability window.

And tell your fans I’m flattered, but my standards are higher than “guy who argues about font weight in shared spreadsheets.”

Yours for some reason (When did I succumb to this?), L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: France Stability Testing Timeline

For the record, I wasn’t arguing. I was advocating for consistent formatting.

Also: I’m sorry. For earlier. I should’ve checked the system alerts before joking around. You always catch things first, and I forget what it’s like to be under that kind of pressure all the time.

Let me know what else you need. I mean it.

Yours for equally no reason (I bookmarked the first time you signed off with ‘yours’, btw), Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

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from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Apologies for the Timestamp

Yoon,

I realize this is past hours. I won’t pretend it’s an emergency—it’s just the draft for the stability test realignment we discussed. I needed to get it out of my head or I wouldn’t sleep. It can wait until morning. I just didn’t want to forget.

Sorry. Again. Sleep well, or party well, or whatever it is you’re doing tonight.

Terribly sorry, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Got your email—yes, timestamp noted.

I’m out. Drinking. Loud music, terrible lighting, questionable tequila. I’ll look at the draft during actual work hours. I promise.

Also, you do know that you’re allowed to exist outside work. Don’t apologize for thinking too hard. That’s half your brand.

Buzzing like a drunk bumblebee, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Yoon,

Enjoy your night out. Try not to bully the DJ. May your drinks be overpriced and your lighting flattering.

And hey—hope you pull. You deserve someone mildly tolerable for a few hours.

Cheers, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

The drinks are terrible. The lighting is flattering. I’ve technically pulled, but she’s more interested in the bartender now, which is fine because—

I miss you. You, and your midnight overthinking, and your Excel color codes, and the way you always say “don’t wait up” but still check your inbox five minutes later.

I miss you. Stupidly. Even while I’m here.

Yours at my own risk, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Yoon,

Pray tell why you're getting drunk and you're "pulling" what I can assume to be ABGs whose names you won't even know in the morning, and yet you're still in the club, emailing me? Missing my drunken emails?

Why? Are the girls of Wall Street not enough for you?

Totally not jealous, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

I can answer this so simply, it won’t even be fun.

The girls of Wall Street will never be you.

No one will ever be you.

I'm not enjoying my night as much as I should because you're not here. I'm in the club, drunk AND emailing you. That should tell you everything.

Come out with me next time. Wreck my plans. Ruin the music. Steal my coat.

I may be playing with fire, but to hell with it.

Burning myself, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

I can feel you overthinking all the way from here. You’re probably thinking that I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and regret all of this. That I will be unable to face you at work come Monday, when I am no longer drunk out of my mind and thinking you are the most brilliant, most gorgeous, most infuriating person alive.

You will be right. Thankfully, though, these are—what do the kids call it? ‘Receipts’. You will have a paper trail. These emails will be between you, me, and that Australian guy from IT.

He will know, and you will know, that I may have the most miniscule work crush on you.

Jesus Christ. What am I? A high schooler?

Let’s try that again: Love is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. What I’m feeling for you isn’t love. It’s so much more than that.

Love sucks, and I need to sober up, Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

Get home safe, Jeonghan.

Yours, with questions, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

You just called me Jeonghan.

Yours, with answers (maybe), Yoon Jeonghan he/him [email protected]

from: L/N Y/N [email protected] to: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

That’s your name, isn’t it?

Stop e-mailing me while you’re at the club.

Fine. Yours, L/N Y/N she/her [email protected]

P.S.: I may have the most miniscule work crush on you, too.

from: Yoon Jeonghan [email protected] to: L/N Y/N [email protected] Subject: Re: Apologies for the Timestamp

i am goi n to die

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bella-feed · 2 months ago

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How I Met Your Mother

Episode 1: The Picture

pairing: dad! husband! mingyu x mother! f!reader

genre: (for this ep:) fluff, slice of life

warning(s): you and mingyu have two kids. mentions of alcohol and being wet. i think that's all. Imk if I missed any

wc: 1055

author: the chapters are gonna be called as episodes. and im thinking of making seasons for each member. lets see....

tagging: @svthub, @kstrucknet @k-films

credits: @sanaxo-o @gyubakeries (beta reading)

taglist tag: @mooniewrld @syluslittlecrows @gunatth @joepomonerof @whoa-jo @potayaa @stupendouschildnerd @sumzysworld @skzbangchanniee

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Year: 2055

“Inho, help me with this box please,” You told your son, who had his headphones on him, almost tuning you out. When you repeated yourself, he helped you out.

The box was labeled – DO NOT THROW!! in your handwriting from three apartments ago. Inho stopped in his tracks and with one hand removed his headphones, turning towards you.

“Mom,” He called you, still looking closely at the box in his hands, “What's this? And why is this named “Do Not Throw” He asked, mocking the last words.

Before you could answer, Sora, your daughter’s squeal was heard at her elder brother's words. “What is that? Show me! Show me!”

She ran, not after Mingyu, your husband, reminded her not to run.

Tuning out her father's words of concern, both the siblings started searching through the box, curiosity getting the best of them.

Mingyu and you let your kids be, and continued unpacking the boxes from the move-in truck.

“We found a camera!” Sora shouted. “It actually works!”

Mingyu glanced over at you with a grin as he kept one of the last boxes, down. “Do you think it’s the camera?”

You reciprocated his grinning and said,“I know it’s the camera.”

Inho appeared next to you both, while Sora was still searching through the box. “This picture,” he started not before calling his sister next to him.

He turned the screen. There it was. A picture of you and Mingyu, both red-faced, sunburn visible because of the camera’s flashlight, laughing too hard and with two bottles of beer in your hands.

His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, and you were in a sundress, hair in a bun. Your clothes were drenched, and it was only slightly visible in that picture. You looked…so young.

“Oh my God,” your daughter muttered. “Are you drunk? Also why are you wet?”

Mingyu laughed out, “We both were drunk, only a little.”

“That doesn't look a little.” Sora shared a look with her brother and looked at you both.

You covered your face with your hand.

“That trip,” you said, through your fingers. “Oh, that was chaos.”

“What's the story behind this picture, Mom?” your son looked at you and his father.

flashback (2025)

“Wait— do you know what we should do right now?” You slurred drunkenlyto the 6 foot Cindrella. Without waiting for his answer you continued, “Jump in that lake!” You pointed towards the lake in front of you.

“No! Are you mad? We are not doing that!” 6 foot Cindrella answered, taking a sip from his bottle of beer.

“Why not?! Come on it's gonna be funnn.” You said, getting up and finishing the last sip of the beer.

“No, Princess Sofia. Sit back down now.” 6 foot Cindrella tried to stop you from jumping into the lake.

“Come on! Don't be a party-pooper. Get up, please!”

You somehow managed to get the buff, six-foot man to stand up and dragged him near that lake.

“Are you mentally ill? I'm asking seriously.” He looked at you with concerned eyes.

“Yes and no. Now jump with me on the count of three.” You replied quickly and jumped with him, screaming, on the count of three in that lake, with a big smile on your face, after days.

“You really are crazy. You know that?” Cindrella scolded you lightly while still helping you get out of the lake. You guys were in that lake for a good hour and a half.

Even though he enjoyed it, he scolded you for being so irresponsible.

“I know.” You grinned while shivering and walking towards the bench where you were sitting before.

“We should click a picture. As a memory, 6 foot Cindrella” You suggested.

Mingyu looked at you, smiling with his eyes, before agreeing with you.

You asked for a Corsican to click your picture on your digital camera

He stood next you, wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and holding two bottles of beer, you guys smiled for the picture.

Spending half a day with this Cindrella, drinking and driving around the town alone, made you feel so much better.

You didn't know this guy or his name. But what you did know is that he was already giving everything he had to you, even without knowing you.

Though at that moment you both were fighting internal battles with your ownselfs, you both didn't show it on your faces.

Probably leaving out all your worries behind and being in the moment, even if it was with a stranger, healed something in both of you that had been broken.

The picture you took was very near to your heart, for many reasons, one of them being the look Cindrella has on his face. The look of love towards you.

This 6 foot Cindrella was really something else. You knew this trip was going to be the most memorable out of all.

flashback over (2055)

Back in the present, your daughter looked up at the two of you. “Did you know you were in love?”

You blinked. “Then?”

Mingyu rubbed his neck. “Maybe yes, maybe no. We both were going through rough patches in our lifes and past relationships.”

“Wait— relationships?!? This was not your couple's trip?” Sora questioned being slightly amused and confused.

You smiled, “No.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a long story.”

Your son scrolled further. “There are more photos…”

“Don’t go too far,” Mingyu warned. “Some are… not child-friendly.”

The kids groaned in unison.

You resumed your moving work, when you looked up and caught Mingyu’s eye.

“Still my favorite trip,” he said.

“I threw up on your sneakers.”

“Still my favorite.” He grinned.

“Are y'all saying that you weren't dating when you went to this trip?” Inho, questioned this time.

“No, sweetie. We didn't even know eachother.” You replied with a smile.

“I—” Sora clearly confused, questioned Mingyu, “Dad, how did you meet mom? ”

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minghaoes · 10 months ago

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pouty cuddles [drabble]

mingyu comes home after a day of filming gose and everyone's been meaner to him than usually. what else could he need than being in your arms and dramatically complain about his members, who he loves dearly?

TAGS: kim mingyu x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship, the members are mean to mingyu but he's handling it like a champ (he isn't)

WORD COUNT: 800 words

a/n: my first seventeen fic !! i haven't written fanfics in a minute and i'm a bit rusty so it's shorter than what i will post in the future, but i hope that y'all will enjoy it nevertheless :) please let me know what you think and happy reading !!

Mingyu was pouting. His lower lip was slightly puffed, his cheeks looked a little rounder than they usually did, and his eyes, his eyes were big and brown as they looked right into yours. His head was resting on your chest close to your chin, and Mingyu could not stop staring at your face. His arms were wrapped around your waist, and he seemed comically small in that moment.

Your left hand softly caressed the warm skin on his back, as the fingers on your right slowly played with his curls. Mingyu sighed quietly and leaned into your touch, not before exaggerating his pout just a little bit more. It was enough to make you coo at him and press a butterfly kiss on the tip of his nose.

“They were mean to me,” Mingyu said, the pout ever so evident in his voice. You suppressed a laugh and indulged in his behaviour. “Who was mean to you, baby?”

Mingyu closed his eyes at the pet name and pressed his body even closer to yours. His body felt heavy on yours, but still comfortable. The warmth radiating from his body was enough to keep you warm, to keep you happy.

“The members,” he mumbled, and shuffled a bit further up. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he complained: “They said I’m always scared.”

It took you a lot of self restraint to not start laughing. Granted, Mingyu had not been telling you what today’s episode was about, but considering you know how your boyfriend behaved in certain situations, the members’ statement was not that far off from the truth. Yet, the pout on Mingyu’s face was enough to have you reconsider agreeing with them, even playfully. Instead, you opted for lightly scratching his head and pressing a kiss on top of his hair. “My poor baby.”

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu nodded. His lips grazed the skin of your neck and you smiled, hugging him closer to your chest. In response, Mingyu hummed and kissed the same spot softly. He kept kissing you over and over again, until he started speaking again.

“I’m not actually mad at them,” he confessed, and you hummed, “Who would have thought.”

“HOWEVER,” he interrupted you sassily, another pout already forming on his plush lips, “I’m not scared of everything.”

You smiled at him, but Mingyu only furrowed his eyebrows. Your right hand wandered further down from his hair to his forehead, to massage the worry line gently.

“I’m not scared of being with you,” Mingyu confessed quietly. His eyes flickered back down, feeling less confident now that you reciprocated his gaze. “I’m not scared of committing to you. To give myself to you.”

It was your turn to furrow your eyebrows now. You tried to sit up straight, but Mingyu would not let you. Instead, you opted for hugging him with both of your arms around his neck.

“Where’s that coming from, darling?”

Mingyu whined and put his head back into place right in the crease of your neck, right on top of your shoulder.

“Just been thinking ‘bout marriage a lot lately, that’s all,” he replied casually, not knowing that the simple words made your heart beat just a little bit faster than it already did.

“Yeah?” you replied breathlessly, trying your best to maintain your breathing. Mingyu nodded again, sounding a bit more insecure this time. “If that’s what you’re considering too. No pressure if you’re not interested. I mean, I would be hurt by it, but I respect any decision you might mak-”

Giggling, you pulled Mingyu’s head up to press a kiss on his lips. Your hand was holding his cheek and caressing the soft skin below your fingertips. In turn, Mingyu’s eyes returned to your face, the same big and brown eyes you had grown to love. The pout was evident on his lips again, and in response, you kissed him over and over again, until the lovesick frown returned to his brows, his eyes softer than you have ever seen them.

“Of course I’ve been thinking about it too,” you admitted, pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose. Mingyu turned his head upwards, trying to catch your lips with his. He whined when you pulled away, his lips returning to his natural pout.

“Baby,” he said, his eyes switching back and forth between your eyes and your lips, “that’s unfair. I’m still sad. Why are all of you always mean to me?”

You cooed and littered his entire face with kisses. Mingyu giggled at your antics and sighed contentedly. For now, you did not have to know that his members had been nagging him about proposing to you. The box he was hiding in his sock drawer was also completely unrelated to his theatrics.

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icyminghao · 1 year ago

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lean on me

pairing: husband!mingyu x gn!reader genre: drabble, hurt/comfort, some fluff warning(s): mentions of food, mean coworkers word count: 0.9k

summary: your husband seems to be feeling down, but you can’t seem to figure out why.

Your husband’s being awfully quiet tonight.

He’d come back home a few hours ago, saying nothing other than a soft “Hi” in reply to your enthusiastic greeting, and immediately went to take a shower without smothering you in hugs and kisses.

Which is incredibly unusual, considering his tendency to start telling you anything and everything about his day the moment he walks through the front door to your shared apartment despite having told you almost everything through text already (to your endearment). Coupled with the fact that today was his first day at his new job, you fully expected Mingyu to have many things to recount from his day at work and the welcome dinner afterwards.

Leaning against the kitchen counter, you try to recall the events of the day as you scroll through your text history with your husband, but come up short. Your eyes gloss over the last few texts he’d sent you as you purse your lips together in thought.

my gyu: i’m going to the welcome dinner now!! [18:01]

my gyu: i’m so excited :) can’t wait to tell u all abt it!! [18:01]

you: so excited for u!! have fun bb <3 [18:02]

you: how’s the dinner? [20:12]

The realisation that your husband never replied to your text hits you only now, and you’re met with the sudden urge to check up on him.

You pocket your phone, brows furrowed as you shuffle through the apartment and into your bedroom, only to be met with Mingyu’s back as he lies down on the side of the bed further away from the door.

If your suspicions are correct, your husband is most definitely not sleeping.

Something must’ve happened at the welcome dinner.

You creep towards Mingyu, climbing onto your side of the bed and engulfing your husband in a back hug immediately. Mingyu tenses for a split second before resting his hands on your arms.

“Is everything okay?” your voice is soft, and you plant a kiss on the back of Mingyu’s neck while waiting patiently for a response. Mingyu hums weakly in affirmation.

Silence ensues as you don’t probe him further, deciding to give him time to process things.

Your husband sits up and turns around to face you after a while, and you smile at him while following suit, hoping to give him some of your energy.

“I went to the welcome dinner earlier…” Mingyu begins as you nod, reaching out to hold his hands in yours as you rub circles on the back of his hands.

“They said it was company tradition to diss the newcomer, so that’s what they did once we got a few drinks in,” you raise an eyebrow at Mingyu’s words, but make no move to interrupt him. “The jabs were funny at first, but some of them started talking about my lisp and imitating it, and I just didn’t find it funny anymore. I didn’t say anything, company tradition and all, and I feel stupid for even feeling upset when they were just joking and—”

“It’s not a joke if it’s making you upset, baby,” you can’t take it anymore, deciding to cut him off while squeezing his hands tighter. “Your feelings are valid, and they shouldn’t have made fun of you like that. Not then, and not ever.”

Mingyu’s eyes start glistening, a result of him tearing up at your words. “But if- if this is a running tradition, then the others would have been able to handle the disses. I’m just- sensitive for no reason, right?”

You detach one of your hands from your husband’s to cup his cheek, a deep frown etched on your face.

“Baby,” you begin, slowly picking and choosing your words in your head, “You’re not being sensitive, you’re allowed to feel upset about this. This… ‘tradition’ is already very questionable in the first place, and I’m really sorry you had to go through that. It just doesn’t sit right with me to have people literally insult and make fun of you and for you to have to be fine with it. You can feel upset. In fact, you should feel upset, because there’s literally no world where such behaviour should be condoned.”

Mingyu leans into your touch, letting the first tear fall from his left eye. Your heart aches so much, and you pull Mingyu into your embrace, where sobs start racking his body as he buries his face into your neck.

“T-thank you,” your husband manages between sobs, and you squeeze him tighter around you. “You’re always so good to me.”

As a people-centric person, Mingyu tends to put others’ concerns and well-being first, often disregarding himself and his own feelings that it eventually culminates into him feeling miserable. Even then, however, he puts up a front as much as he can, and it breaks your heart every time you see him like this. You’re determined to remind him that he’s loved, and that his feelings, just like anyone else’s, matters.

The next few minutes or so are spent in each other’s arms as you encourage Mingyu to cry his heart out, and it’s a while later when he’s calmed down, head on your chest as you both lie down and get ready to retire for the night.

“I love you,” Mingyu whispers, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw. “I should quit my job, shouldn’t I?”

You smile, pulling him tighter against your chest. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do.”

“And baby? There’s nothing funny about your lisp. If anything, I think it’s really cute.”

Mingyu beams at you in response, and you swear his goofy grin could light up the whole world.

You’re never letting him go.

a/n: kind of… inspired by the latest gose episode (class president part 2)

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🎼 complementary wavelengths

Wouldn’t falling in love with your research partner compromise the integrity of the research study? You had no idea. But if that were the case, then you were in for some major trouble.

pairing: university professor!vernon x high school teacher!fem!reader word count: 2.8k+ genre: fluff for valentine’s day! rating: g tags: non-idol au, distant college friends to ???, first love :(, they both grew up!, we stan emotionally healthy MEN in here warnings: i claim no accuracy on the academic process because i am not a teacher and no accuracy on the mathematics and scientific concepts here because i am absolutely not a mathematician or a scientist

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“So, Ms. Y/L/N, do you have a Valentine's date already?”

You roll your eyes for what must be the millionth time. “For the last time, this is grounds for unbecoming conduct, young lady.”

“I’m just saying!” Your student Sofia laughs. “You deserve to have a good Valentine’s Day this year.”

“Since when have you played matchmaker for me, Ms. Chwe?”

“Since we saw you crying in the school parking lot,” Sofia’s best friend Meena chimed in supportively. Come on, Ms. Y/L/N. You can’t expect us to sit around and do nothing.”

“Especially not for our favorite Maths teacher!”

You shake your head at these two high schoolers. You knew you couldn’t play favorites amongst your students, but these two and their stubbornly infectious energy sparked a little of your youth back in you. Plus, you really couldn’t blame them because they were right about that school parking lot incident.

It was after this brunch date went terribly wrong a few weeks ago. And while it was very unbecoming of a teacher for her students to find her squat and sobbing against her car, these two were like guardian angels that took you under their wings and brought you ice cream and were girl’s girls all the way—as if they weren’t almost a whole decade younger than you.

Since then, Sofia and Meena would secretly try to find you a potential Valentine’s date amongst teachers, guardians, single parents, older siblings, school staff, or anyone at this point. They were wholly invested—and not just because you were the best teacher they’ve ever had in their very subjective opinion.

From afar, you see a familiar figure leaning against his car, signature plain white tee with jeans underneath his selected outerwear of the day—this time, it was a black denim jacket with a matching Yankees cap.

You've noticed him for a while now, dropping by a few days a week. You've thought about approaching him several times as well, but you always stopped this impulse. However, today was different.

“Sofia, would you mind calling over your brother here for a second?”

“What is this about?” Sofia had her eyebrow raised. Despite her age, it was hard not to take her seriously given that you were both standing at the same height.

“You know what this is about. He told me that you gave him my email address.”

A look of understanding lit in Sofia’s eyes. “Ah, that thing. Yeah, gimme a second.”

Meena stayed behind to continue the line of questioning. “So what’s that thing?”

“It’s a post-grad thing of sorts. Don’t mind it, you have enough schoolwork on your head to be thinking about this.”

She just chuckled in return. “Ms. Y/L/N, may I remind you that Sofia’s brother is single, handsome, respectful, decent, and smart. You can see why I personally have a vested interest in this thing already.”

“Meena.”

She heard your tone shift and straightened herself. It was a subtle reminder that she was still your student and that you were still her teacher.

“I’m just stating facts,” she said with a shrug and a quieter tone.

Sofia’s distant voice calling out for her friend caught both of your attention. At the same time, you see the figure in black and white walking toward you in his confident and deliberate strides.

“I’ll go ahead Ms. Y/L/N. See you tomorrow! And good luck on the thing,” Meena said with a smile and a wave. When she passes the figure, she does a slight bow out of respect, which he reciprocates. This exchange quirks up the corner of your lips. You recall what Meena said earlier, and it prods at you with an irk of frustration.

It frustrates you that she’s right.

When he finally stood before you with a smile, a flood of memories came crashing back. Suddenly, you’re back on your college campus standing underneath your favorite tree, a girl in front of a boy.

“I got your email, Professor Chwe. It’s been a while.”

“It has been a while Ms. Y/L/N.”

You chuckle at your monikers. Who knew two scruffy college students would turn out to be respectful academicians? “Formalities aside, it’s so nice to hear from you again Vernon.”

“Likewise.”

“I see the teaching gig in university hasn’t changed your sense of casual style.”

Vernon looks you up and down in your sensible collared button-up and slacks ensemble. You completely ignore the growing flutters in your stomach. “I can see that this high school has changed yours.”

“Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. The kids actually like my sense of style, mind you.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed Sofia starting to wear blazers all of a sudden. I never thought that it’d be you I’d blame for that.”

You feel something in your chest, a sudden churn and an unexpected leap. As a teacher, you’ve mastered your emotions enough to mask your face into one that wouldn’t give everything away. But these primal emotions were almost too much to bear.

Is this what it really feels like to face your first love after so many years apart?

“Anyway,” you continue as a means to deflect before anything else gives away your true feelings. “You emailed me about your dissertation? You really didn’t give much away. And you know you could’ve just sent me a message.”

“Oh, yeah!” Vernon nods vigorously in emphasis of your statement. “I need someone good in applied mathematics.”

“And you need me for that because?”

He blinks at you. “Because you are good at applied mathematics. I want your help for my musicology dissertation.”

You let out a sigh of disbelief. “Vernon, I—”

“And don’t you dare say you’re not good,” he insists with his finger pointed at you. “I’ve read your research papers. I don’t even know why you stay teaching in high school. You could’ve been tenured by now. Or on a sabbatical like me.”

He’s read my research papers? So he’s been following my work? You shake your head to clear these unnecessary thoughts, which are immediately replaced by a sense of uncertainty. “I don’t know, I’m pretty busy these coming months…”

You really didn’t know why you were avoiding it. This was the perfect academic opportunity and you had no idea why you were avoiding it.

Okay, scratch that. You knew exactly why—because of him.

“No problem, we’ll be able to pace the progress. Besides,” he continued, “you’ve always been my study buddy. I know we’ll be really good partners for this one.”

With one sentence, he has almost reduced you to a blushing schoolgirl with a huge crush.

Oh wait, weren’t you one already?

But still, you couldn’t resist stoking the flame that had been sparked inside you. So you ask, “Why me? Were there no other worthy research partners in your esteemed university?”

“Nope. I choose you,” he answered with a lopsided smirk. “I think you’ll understand why when you hear what my dissertation is about.”

“What is it about?”

“Do you wanna go out for coffee?”

“What?”

“What?” Vernon said in more of a statement than a question.

“What does coffee have anything to do with this?”

“Unless you want to keep standing here with your students watching us, I think it’s better if we continue this discussion somewhere else.”

You peer over his shoulder to see Sofia and Meena watching the two of you from the car like hawks, ready to catch any significant interaction that might give away what you two were talking about. When you met their line of sight, they were ready to bring their phones up to feign their disinterest.

“There’s a cafe on the next street over. If you’d like to go there…”

“Nice,” he said cooly, his voice low and sure.

He lifted his phone to his ear. From your peripheral vision, you see his sister raise her own phone in response. It was almost comical how you could see their silent reactions from across the courtyard, with Meena vibrating with excitement and slapping the other girl’s arm as you hear Sofia’s voice trying to sound calm through the speaker of Vernon’s phone. You see them hurriedly lowering the car window and lifting their thumbs up toward your direction.

They seem to think they have finally succeeded. You wouldn’t give them that benefit yet.

When he hung up, Vernon addressed your confused look. “Sofia’s been annoying me about getting the car anyway, so they can have it. Let’s walk?”

It was silent at first. The early afternoon sun cooperated with the cool breeze, setting the atmosphere for a nice leisurely walk. Students and office workers were milling around the nearby commercial strip, with the sounds and conversations all mingling in the background.

It had been years since you last spent time together like this, in an environment not too different from this one. After your study sessions in the library, you two walked together to your shared classes, which by some stroke of luck always seemed to happen for at least one class every semester until you graduated.

You both hung in different circles. He hung around with his fellow music majors in band practices and the college’s musicians organization, while you spent the majority of your time with your mathematics batchmates in the library or the school quad, catching up on problem sets and homework before you needed to make it to your choir’s rehearsals at night.

But when you ended up as seatmates in your first semester, you made a comment on the Bach piece he was listening to, how Bach was actually a pretty mathematical composer. He asked you how you knew that.

You said, “I take mathematics. I needed a cool fun fact for introductions.”

From that moment on, Vernon took it upon himself to make you appreciate how mathematical Bach’s pieces were. Music became your common language amongst everything else in the background, and the rest was history.

“Okay,” you began, “You know that we haven’t really spoken to each other since graduation. So…why choose me? Not that I’m complaining, though! I’m just…shocked, I guess. And confused. Because if you’ve read my research, you’d know that it’s been years since I published anything.”

Throughout your rambling, Vernon simply looked at you. When you finally stop, you notice the clear brown of them looking straight into you. It had been years, but they were the same eyes that looked at you, that listened intently when you were explaining a complex math concept.

It had been years, but that almost unblinking gaze of his still made your heart do unexplainable leaps in your chest.

You broke away from the intensity of his gaze. He took this as a cue to answer your question. “I was looking for research papers to help me form my framework. Then I stumbled on your computations of metered wavelengths and frequencies, and their relation to different kinds of sound.”

That paper. “Oh.”

His lips turned up in the corners when he continued. “I suddenly remembered how we randomly theorized this during one of our study sessions. I couldn’t believe you actually turned it into your master's thesis.”

“You still remember that?”

“Of course. I never thought I’d find someone so in tune with me and my random theories.”

“If you’ve read the paper, you’ll know that it wasn’t a random theory at all. You might just have discovered the makings of a postulate as a college sophomore.”

“It wouldn’t have been possible without your mind making sense of it. You really are the brightest of your batch.”

You scoff at the remark. “We’re not in college anymore, Vernon. There are a lot of other bright minds out there.”

“None quite like yours, I’m sure.”

You reach the cafe and order in—a decaf iced americano for you, and a hot chocolate for him. As soon as you two get seated, he finally launches into an animated discussion of his dissertation topic about discovering the medical applications of using the various sound wavelengths from certain types and compositions of music to aid in both the operation and healing process of a person, with the goal of identifying a singular formula to determine the right wavelength for each medical situation. He had his medical experts, all he needed was his mathematician.

It was a lot to digest, to say the least.

But by the end of it all, you were in awe of both Vernon and his mind. He is smart. He’d always been smart, but it felt like the confines of university and immaturity bounded his full potential. Now that he’s seen and explored the world of academia, he was able to finally showcase how bright of a mind he really is.

“Can I tell you something?” You set down your coffee and leaned forward.

As if second nature, he mirrored your action to the tee. “Shoot.”

“I’m proud of you. Really. You used to be this mysteriously awkward guy in college who just played around with guitars and 808s. But I always knew you’d put that big brain of yours to good use.”

He opens his mouth as if in reply, but stops midway and just smiles and scrunches his nose. After a beat, he nods with a look of quiet decision. “Can I tell you something, then?” He asks, worrying his thumb with his other hand as he looks at you. You nod in response.

“It was you that inspired me to be this version of myself. Because you can’t only be smart, you also have to work hard. None of my friends back then had that mindset, then came you.”

“What are study buddies for, yeah?” You raise your fist in front of you. He looks at it and smiles his trademark gummy smile. In return, he bumps his own fist into yours, reminiscent of how you two would check in on each other during extended hours in the library finishing a project or a paper. A fist bump to make the heads bump, you two used to say.

Instead of lowering his fist after, he holds it there flush against yours. “Would it be weird for me to say that it’s honestly more than that?”

“What do you mean?”

He took in a deep breath and let out an exhale just as deep. “When I read your papers, I remembered everything we went through in uni and I just…kinda fell in love with your brain again, I guess. Even until now, you—and your work—inspired me to just do it. Then you started popping up everywhere in my life again and…I remembered how I did kinda fall in love with everything else about you. I was just too young and chicken to see it before.”

It took you a whole minute to find your voice again because how could he be this nonchalant? “You’re really just here dropping all these truth bombs without any warning, huh?”

“Like you said, we’re not in college anymore. I’d rather say it now than never.” Vernon’s smile is a shy one, hidden behind his hot chocolate cup. You can’t believe it took a dissertation paper for anyone’s feelings to be revealed—much less his.

As your mind reels with Vernon’s revelation, you scramble your brains to come up with a lighthearted retort. “So are you still kinda in love with me? Just so I know what and how we’re working on this project.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think you’re doing any better. Don’t think I don’t see you staring whenever I fetch Sofia from school.”

You gape at his reply. “How do you even know where to look for me?”

“You’re her last teacher of the day and you both leave the school at the same time. I told you. You just came barging into my life again unannounced, and it wasn’t even your fault. You just sort of…fell in there.”

A smug look took over your features, one you really couldn’t help after hearing all that he had to say. “Vernon Chwe, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were so down bad for me.”

“For that whip-smart brain and that adorable smile, maybe—theoretically—astronomically and catastrophically down bad even.”

You fight the heat rising to your cheeks—and fail. After a cough to hide your growing embarrassment, you say, “I think we’re done for the day.”

“Sure. So. Same time tomorrow?”

You were about to answer when you suddenly realized, “Vernon, it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Don’t you have any other plans?”

He shakes his head and looks you straight in the eye as he says, “Just you. If you say yes.”

Wouldn’t falling further in love with your research partner compromise the integrity of the study? You had no idea. But if that were the case, then you were in for some major trouble.

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coupsalchemy · 5 months ago

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Flowers

prompt: Flowers

summary: your boyfriend picks up flowers before picking you up everyday.

tags: pure fluff, boyfriend! wonwoo, established relationship

word count: 764

Wonwoo looms over the bouquet of daisies, coupled with bright yellow sunflowers. The fresh scent of the flowers subsides his day’s worries, and enhances his light happy mood. He plucks the bouquet out of its water basket, heads to the old lady sitting behind the counter. “Good evening, Grannie.”

The old lady looks up from her notebook filled with sales numbers, and stops pressing the buttons on the calculator. Her droopy eyes widen in recognition, and her toothless smile melts Wonwoo’s heart. “You came again today.”

He nods, setting the bouquet on the counter for her to bill it. “How are your knee pains today?” He watches her shaky fingers pressing the keypad of the new billing machine. She gives up after two forceful presses. Wonwoo laughs at her cussing the new technology.

“It’s 58,328 won.”

Wonwoo hands over the money, picking up his bouquet, “see you tomorrow, grannie.” He bows in respect.

She chuckles, “send my love to your lucky girlfriend. Who buys flowers everyday these days.”

He smiles in return, a red tint of color on his cheeks. He looks down at the flowers in his hands only in hopes of his girlfriend liking them. He has been researching the language of flowers, daisies means innocence, loyal love and sunflowers means adoration. Perfect flowers to translate his feelings towards her.

“I try,” he answers, giving one last bow and exiting the small flower shop.

He drives to the subway station, constantly checking the status of your subway, and your live location on the maps. You are almost there, he presses on the accelerator, he needs to be at the platform even before you. Your surprised happy expression is all he needs after a long exhausting day.

Parking the car he hurries among the dry and depressed office workers navigating to their homes. The train will be at the station in five minutes, he runs to platform C, apologising and saying excuse me to the crowd, while protecting the flowers with his entire body.

He huffs, stabilising his breathing and checks his watch one more minute. He rearranges the flowers, smoothing down the petals, his heart pounding in anticipation and fear. He adjusts his hair, pressing on his gelled hair on the side, to make sure he looks presentable.

One minute is up, and the train is slowing down to a stop. He holds the flowers to his chest, craning his neck to see you amongst the crowd stepping down from the train.

He cracks into a big smile, waving at your wandering gaze that’s also searching for him. You spot him, your droopy shoulders squared up, your eyes shining and there it is, the hop in your steps. A man pushes her to the side, losing her balance for two steps, and Wonwoo’s giddiness disappears for a second.

You shake your head, and Wonwoo stops in his tracks, still glaring at the disappearing man into the crowd. His girl reaches him, holding his arm and tiptoeing to kiss on his cheek. A grin breaks his anger, he looks down at his shoes, biting on his lip.

He extends the flowers to you. You beam at the flowers, looming over them enjoying their fresh scent among the sweaty, stinky smell of the subway station. You grab the flowers hugging it to your chest, as you brush your cheek over the flowers tenderly.

Wonwoo grabs your waist, pulling you in, he drops a kiss on your head. “How was your day?”

“It’s good now,” you loop an arm around him, hiding yourself in his chest, near his armpit. Wonwoo shakes his head at the weird attachment you have with that area.

He leads the way to his car, as you search for the meaning of the flowers. He briefly glances at your phone, helping you choose the right links.

“Innocent, loyal love?” You don’t look up from the phone. Wonwoo also drops his head to the floor, his grip on your shoulder tightening. “Adoration?”

He brushes the pink shade on your cheeks with his forefingers. You stop, bringing him to a stop in the middle of the stairs too. You climb a step to match his height, you cup his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I adore you too. And,” you kiss his forehead, “I love you.”

Wonwoo’s world shakes, his knees buckling at the love he is receiving. It is worth it, driving around and gettin you flowers, if he can convey his love without words and you are proficient in reading his love language. Your love is worth it.

#wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x you #seventeen #wonwoo fic #wonwoo drabble #fluff #wonwoo fluff #seventeen fic #seventeen drabble

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beomev · 27 days ago

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𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, xu minghao

明浩────𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝘆𝗼𝘂

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ferrariseventeen · 10 months ago

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seventeen nsfw thoughts 18+ minors dni

a/n: omg me making random nsfw posts again? who would have ever thought! so happy to be posting on here again and there’s already so much more to come! warnings: power dynamic,mentions of weed,high sex,hybrid

ceo wonwoo! i repeat ceo wonwoo who takes his pretty secretary into his office to use as a fleshlight before every meeting! just beckoning you in with a nonchalant wave of his hand,ignoring the other employees exchanging glances as you shuffle in the door behind him! they’re not stupid,oh no! everyone in the office knows what kind of relationship you have with the big boss,it’s what they talk about as they crowd around the coffee machine during breaks,it’s what they’re whispering about under their breaths around the lunch tables,”it’s the only reason she still has a job” they snigger to each other whenever they catch you slipping out of his office with your hair a mess and your skirt still bunched up around your thighs,a goofy smile on your lips. they’d never mention to each other that they wish it was them in your position,how their sharp words conceal how badly they wish they could be called in to join or fuck it,even just watch! sometimes it’s you wishing someone would be able to catch a glimpse of you on your knees on the carpeted floor of your boss’s office,mouth wide open as he fucks your face. you’re sure they must be able to hear you gagging around his length or the dirty words dripping from his lips as he ruts into your throat. he’s an utterly shameless man,the way he grabs the back of your hair and moans out what a pretty whore you are as he’s got you spread across his desk,balls deep in your dripping pussy,taunting you with that lopsided grin of his,to answer the phone that’s been ringing non stop beside your head

i’ve talked about this so much on my other blog but holy fuckkkk getting high with your best friend vernon and fooling around! like you’re just chilling in your room,lazily passing the blunt that he rolled back and forth as you watch some shitty comedy that neither of you are really interested in but you’re having the time of your life! you’ve never really noticed how gorgeous your friend actually is,sure girls and guys alike always fawn over him and he’s always telling you about who he’s pulled on nights out but the way he’s sprawled out now,eyes hooded as he takes a swig from the water bottle you’ve been sharing,you’re kind of feeling something different for him,it’s like you’re seeing him for the first time. is it the way his basketball shorts are laying so low on his hips or how his arms are flexing as he throws them behind his head…..anyway fast forward 5 minutes after a simple “hey i wanna kiss you” blurted out after you exhaled the last of the smoke in your lungs,you’re crawling into his lap,straddling him while you bring the blunt to his lips,watching how they wrap around it as he bats his lashes up at you. he’s taking absolutely no time to slip his hands under your shirt,watching through his red eyes how you bite your bottom lip when his fingers find your hard nipples. he’s pinching them and flicking them just to coax out that throaty moan he’s been dying to get out of you since the moment he met you

mingyu with his curly hair is just so puppy coded like not to go back to my hybrid!svt roots but he would make the cutest puppy boyfriend! like imagine patting down his curls while he tries to nuzzle his face into your palm,nipping at your fingers with his canines,the corners of his mouth turning up into a cheeky smile when you jokingly scold him. he’d be the worlds whiniest,clingiest thing known to man,never leaving your side! the little attention seeker would set up camp by your at home work station,chin resting on your thigh,looking up at you with those big brown eyes while you try to concentrate on the voice on the other end of the phone line. he just can’t go 5 minutes without your hands on him,he’s dragging himself across the couch just to curl up beside you,he’s wrapping your arms around him while you’re trying to cook,he’s pressing his nose behind your ear and moaning how hard he is when it’s time for bed!! he’s just so desperate for you and that’s the way you like it,he’s always so keen to be manhandled and pinched and prodded any way you see fit,you know what’s best for him of course! that’s why he wears his little collar with your initials on it with so much pride!

#this is more suggestive than in your face smut 🤔#BUT I have more up my sleeve it’s just my iPad is dying and I wanna get something up #so expect more tomorrow or even later tonight #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #wonwoo smut #vernon smut #mingyu smut #dom wonwoo #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen blurbs #seventeen reactions #seventeen drabble #mingyu imagines #wonwoo imagines #vernon imagines #hybrid seventeen

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fairyhaos · 9 months ago

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the small romantic gestures that seventeen would be

this has been in my head since april so it's really nice to finally!!!! be able to get it out :>

masterlist

seungcheol

maintaining eye contact as you talk. it's such a devastatingly lovely action and it shows how attentive he is of you, all the time, even if you're just telling him some silly story about something that happened at work. he pays attention to you, always, because he cares. he'll smile at you, looking you in the eye and silently encouraging you to continue talking even if the rest of the group isn't quite interested anymore, because he still is, because it's you, and he's always interested in what you have to say.

jeonghan

sincerely complimenting your outfits. you quite like fashion. he likes being stylish, but he wouldn't exactly call himself the biggest fashionista, and you know this and are totally fine with that. but sometimes he'll look over at what you've decided to wear on your date, do a double take and very genuinely tell you what he likes about it. he tells you you're pretty every day, sure, but the fact he takes the time to notice your clothes even though he doesn't really care about that kind of thing? you feel touched that he's paying attention to something that you care about, too.

joshua

holding doors open for you. he’s a gentleman, and also a little shit, and holding doors for you is the perfect way to be both. it's sweet, and helps you carry on your conversations without a hitch, and earns him a warm smile as you enter through the cafe doors he's held open for you. but he also holds the door when you're several metres away, just grinning as you glare and do that awkward hop-run towards him so he won't be standing there by the door for ages. nevertheless, the action is often mindless, natural, showing how much he always goes out of his way to help you, even with the little things.

junhui

sends you pics and is like “this is us!!!!”. it's not ur typical romantic gesture thing, but it also shows how he just thinks about you, always. whenever he goes out anywhere you can bet he'll take a photo of two cats or two leaves or, one time, two cigarette butts on the floor and tell u how they look just like you two <33 even if you can't see any sort of correlation whatsoever, it warms your heart and you find yourself looking forward to the silly little pictures that junhui sends you. you have a whole album in your phone dedicated to them, in fact. he cries when he finds out.

hoshi

giving you flowers. not the plastic-wrapped, fancily arranged flowers. just… flowers he finds. a pretty violet in the park that made him think of you. a sunflower from the girl selling flowers in front of her house because they're cute and he thinks you're cute too. sometimes the flowers are growing in someone's garden so he sends you photos of them, because flowers are pretty and it only seems right to send pretty things to the prettiest person he knows. and it feels more heartfelt to send you these ones, the real ones, rather than the perfectly picked flowers in the shop. because that's what you are. beautiful and real.

wonwoo

he becomes talkative when he's with you. this isn't rlly a gesture (most of these aren't tbh) but he just. he just talks so much when he's talking to you. wonwoo is quite introverted, and even with the others, he'll probably talk the least, but when it comes to you, it's like the words just flow out of him. you make him feel comfortable. he wants to tell you everything, to share every detail of his life with you, because there's just something about you that makes him feel lighter, softer, more relaxed. there are few who know wonwoo better than he knows himself, but he's more than happy with the fact that you're one of them.

woozi

smiling whenever he sees you. every time your eyes meet, every single damn time, the corners of his lips will twitch upwards and his eyes will crinkle just that little bit. most of the time, it's unintentional, and it makes you feel giddy to know you have such an unconscious effect on him. sometimes, he'll smile for your sake even when he's exhausted out of his mind, and that touches your heart, because he cares enough to put on a smile for you, to try and comfort you, to show you that he loves you even when he's like this.

minghao

remembering small things about you. you swear that minghao probably had some secret file full of information about you, because you really don't know how he does it. you'll offhandedly mention something about your niche food preferences one time, but he'll remember it and randomly bring it up when you're out at dinner three months later. it's like some sort of magic, but when you comment on it, minghao just shrugs with a smile. of course he remembers these things about you. who do you think he is?

mingyu

sending “goodnight” and “good morning” texts. every. single. day. it's so devastatingly sweet of him, and he always wakes up a little earlier than you, so you get to start each day with a brief, adorable morning update from your boyfriend. they're sometimes the only things that get you out of bed, and at night, you know you're guaranteed one last conversation with the love of your life before you go to sleep, and nothing is more comforting than going to bed whilst imagining mingyu murmuring a warm “goodnight” into your ears

dokyeom

holding hands. the action itself could be romantic enough, but he always has a specific intention, a specific reason that causes him to hold your hand. you never know how he knows, but when you're particularly stressed or overwhelmingly exhausted or simply feeling like you're at your limit, his hand finds yours, fingers interlacing, his touch warm and safe and grounding. it's like he always knows, like he's aware that he's your lifeline, that he's the one thing you need in order to keep sane. he holds your hand, and that small action speaks louder than any “i love you” he's ever said.

seungkwan

“so, tell me how your day went?”. he's a yapper, he won't deny it, and firmly tells you that it's because gossip just loves him so he kind of Has to talk about stuff, Always. there's always something or other going on in his life at any given point and if he can, he'll 100% tell you every single detail. nevertheless, he's still aware that he can sometimes talk a little too much, so after a bit, he'll always settle down and turn the topic to you. regardless of how busy he is, he'll always find time to talk about you and what you've been up to, no matter what.

vernon

tucking your hair out of your face. it's habitual, and he won't even bat an eye as he lifts a finger to brush a strand of hair away before it can get caught on your lips or fly into your eyes. it's sweet, but also a little unusual, so you ask him about it one day, as he's tucking loose curls behind your ear. and he says it's simply because he likes watching you talk, likes looking at your face as your eyes shine and you chatter animatedly, and he didn't want your hair getting in the way. he likes looking at you, he says. so he tucks your hair out of your face.

chan

he's always planning “surprise dates”. it's so cute bc you always know when they're coming, because he's grinning ridiculously wide and looking so!! adorably!! pleased with himself before he asks you out but it's just so endearing that you always smile and laugh as you say yes. the fact that he never gets tired of planning things for you, for arranging days where he does things specifically for you and takes you out to do things that he thinks you will love… it shows how much he loves you, even without him having to say the words.

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sluttyminghao · 4 months ago

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for ur writers blog prompt:

bf!wonwoo whose dedicated to fucking you on every surface of his new apartment? =D

you wake up to wonwoo's heavy breathing in your ear, accompanied by a soft moan. it's at that moment you realise he's managed to slot himself between your legs and is rutting his cock between your thighs. a smirk grows on your face, after not hearing your boyfriend's moans for a few weeks, this is what you both needed.

he'd been so busy with his job and moving into his brand spanking new apartment over the last few weeks you had only seen him once or twice to help him move his belongings, and even then it was short lived, due to your own work commitments.

"good morning baby," your voice comes out low and crackly, laced with sleep. his hips hold briefly, before resuming their pace while he lets his lips drift to your warm skin and presses a lazy kiss to it.

"gonna fuck you everywhere today, make sure you don't wear underwear, think of it as me breaking the apartment in," his rumbly low voice sends chills down your spine as he grabs your hips and slides himself easily into your pussy, his soft moan turning to a low growl as he picks up a steady pace.

it doesn't take long for him to cum, his warm chest pressing against your back. after a moment, he's getting up and dragging you to the bathroom, presumably to "clean off" but with your mind still half-asleep, it takes you a few seconds to realise that he's got you bent over the bathroom sink as he slides himself into you again, fucking you awake essentially until you're both cumming.

the day continues like this, although you are thankful he does give you some time to calm down and reset before he's bending you over another surface. he fucks you on the counter of the kitchen, in front of the bay window where people can walk past and potentially see in, and even in the tv room where he fucks you on the floor until you're left trembling.

you have lost count of how many times you've cum today, and can't even remember what you ate for lunch because wonwoo's dick has wiped that memory from your mind completely. the sun is just setting over the horizon, bathing the apartment in a beautiful orange glow, just as you decide to hop in the shower to wash the day away.

"did you think I was done with you?" wonwoo appears from behind, arms snaking around your abdomen as you let the water from the shower drench the both of you. you can feel his cock between your thighs, and you whimper as he slides himself into you one last time, his frantic pace only leading to you bracing yourself against the cool glass of the shower, your moans echoing around you.

when he finally cums, he pulls out and groans at the sight of his cum dripping from your swollen cunt. he gets on his knees immediately and lets his mouth get to work, sucking and licking until you cum on his lips, your hands gripping his hair like it's your life support.

"what a great day."

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studioeisa · 2 months ago

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i said i wouldn’t miss you 🎤 jeonghan x reader.

“she ghosted you, jeonghan.” “she doesn’t ghost. she lingers. she haunts.” ⸻ ikaw mula noon anniversary series 🎵 halik (acoustic), kamikazee

word count: 1.3k · includes: romance, angst with a happy ending; situationship struggles, jeonghan yearns/chases, the art of groveling

Jeonghan wakes to the warmth of sunlight, not you.

It pours through the sheer curtains like a promise it doesn’t intend to keep, brushing over the tangled sheets and the still-dented pillow beside him. The morning is too quiet. No soft rustle of you in the kitchen, no off-key humming into the coffee steam. Just the low, steady ache of emptiness blooming in the space where your laughter used to be.

There’s a phantom weight on his chest, the memory of your body curled into his side, the way your leg always slid between his like it belonged there. Like you did.

But the duvet is too light now.

You always kissed him awake. Always. Sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the corner of his mouth, sometimes right on the nose if you were feeling silly. You’d lean in like a secret and whisper good morning like it meant something.

And he’d play along, eyes still closed, basking in the softness of it. Of you. Now, there’s nothing.

Just the hollow press of silence and the aftertaste of your accusation echoing in the back of his skull. You’re only good at the start.

He remembers the way your voice broke on the word start, like you already knew this was the end. Remembers the way his fingers had curled into your wrist too tightly, how he had called you delusional, how the words were a smoke screen for the panic clawing up his throat. He remembers the way you let him kiss you anyway. The way you didn’t kiss back.

The bed groans under his weight as he finally sits up, elbows on knees, face in his hands. Your scent lingers in the linen. Sweet and stubborn. Just like you.

The next day, Jeonghan texts you.

First it’s just your name. A tentative hey. Then, an hour later: Can we talk? Followed by a double-send. Please.

You don’t reply.

He calls that night. It goes straight to voicemail. He doesn’t leave one.

He tries again the next day. And the next. Different hours, like maybe your silence has a time zone.

“Still no word?” Seungcheol asks over coffee, brows drawn tight as the foam heart in his latte.

Jeonghan shrugs, half-casual. “She probably dropped her phone in a river. Or joined a cult. You know her.”

“She ghosted you, Jeonghan.”

“She doesn’t ghost. She lingers. She haunts.” He smiles, bitter and small. “She’s probably somewhere rolling her eyes at how dramatic I’m being.”

Seungcheol exhales through his nose, like he’s trying not to say something he’s said too many times before. “You’re not chasing someone who wants to be found,” he says delicately, but Jeonghan isn’t listening.

Later, he corners Joshua in a stairwell after rehearsal.

“Have you heard from her?”

Joshua blinks. “No. Why would I?”

“You’re nice. She liked that about you.”

“She liked a lot of things about me. Doesn’t mean she told me where she’s hiding.”

Jeonghan leans against the railing, tilts his head back like he might catch your scent on the breeze. “She kissed me before she left. Well—she let me kiss her. Not the same.”

Joshua gives him a look. Kind. Exasperated. “You always think you can charm your way out of heartbreak,” the younger man muses. “Maybe just let yourself be sad this time.”

But Jeonghan isn’t sad, not exactly. He’s something quieter. Hungrier. He scrolls through old photos and wonders how long your scent will stay on his skin. Wonders if kisses have half-lives. Wonders if he kissed you enough times to still feel full.

The days are getting longer, and they’re all missing you. Even now, he finds himself waking with his lips parted. Expectant.

And every time, it’s just the sunlight. And the ache.

After two weeks of radio silence, Jeonghan finds himself outside your apartment with a bouquet that’s too big and an apology that’s probably too late.

The flowers are your favorites. He had to ask three different florists before he found them, clutching his phone like a cheat sheet and mispronouncing the name until someone finally took pity on him. One of the stems bends under its own weight, the petals too open, too eager. Just like him—always blooming at the wrong time.

He’s been standing there for twenty minutes. Maybe more. Long enough for the streetlight to buzz into life, long enough to rehearse every variation of sorry he can stomach, long enough to remember how you used to kiss the inside of his wrist when you thought he was being brave.

He briefly contemplates doing it to himself. A press of his lips to his wrist, just enough to give him courage.

Jeonghan is old school and drenched in cliché as he throws a pebble at your window. Then another. Then—

The curtain twitches. Your light flicks on. A beat.

The window creaks open, and there you are, arms crossed in that way that means you’re dangerously close to slamming it shut.

“Seriously?” you ask, and even though you’re annoyed, your voice is still the sweetest thing he’s ever heard. “Rocks, Jeonghan? What century is this?”

He winces and offers the bouquet upward like a white flag. “The romantic one? The desperate one? Whichever one gets me in the door,” he calls out. But soft, what light through yonder breaks, he almost adds. It is the east. You are the sun. Or something.

You stare down at him. Long enough to make him sweat under his hoodie. Then, sighing like this is a burden you've carried for lifetimes, you buzz him in.

He bolts.

You’re waiting by the door, robe tied like armor. Arms still crossed, expression unimpressed but eyes—he swears—just a little soft.

“I brought—”

“I see the flowers. Talk.”

He swallows hard, fidgets, then sets the bouquet on your table like it might soften what’s coming. “I know you’re tired,” he says finally. “Of the chasing. The mess. Me.”

You say nothing.

“And I know I always show up like this—arms full of promises, too late.”

Still nothing.

“I talk too pretty and follow through too little. I know that.”

You tilt your head to one side. “Keep going,” you mumble, so he does.

He exhales, long and uneven. His voice drops, all the smugness wrung out of it. “I miss your kisses,” he blurts out, because it’s the most honest thing pressing on his chest.

You blink. Something in your face wavers, just slightly. Jeonghan pushes on, nervous now.

“I miss the one you gave me before I left for rehearsal. I miss the one you didn’t give me the night you left.” The words come spilling out of him like a dam that’s been broken. He can’t stop. “I miss the kiss behind my ear you always pretended didn’t mean anything. I miss how they tasted like forgiveness even when we were still fighting. I miss the sleepy ones. The stubborn ones. The ones you gave me when I least deserved them.”

You stare at him, a war behind your eyes. The silence stretches like a held breath.

“Jeonghan,” you warn, voice low. Almost gentle.

He nods. This is not the first time. It will be the last. He swears. He swears. “I know,” he says. “Just one more shot.”

You lift your hand. He flinches—then softens when you cup his face, thumb brushing just beneath his eye. And then you kiss him. Just once. Long enough to taste the apology on his lips, short enough to make him earn the rest.

When you pull away, your eyes don’t let go.

“If you screw this up again,” you murmur, “I’m calling Seungcheol to help me bury the body. And he’ll bring shovels.”

Jeonghan grins, dizzy with relief. “Fair. But I plan on being too kiss-drunk to screw anything up ever again.”

You roll your eyes. But your robe loosens, and your arms open, and for the first time in what feels like lifetimes, Jeonghan feels like he’s holding the warm sun instead of hiding from it. 🎼

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bella-feed · 2 months ago

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Vernon Bf Headcanons

pairing: non-idol bf!vernon x f!reader

warning(s): mentions of kisses, hugs, food, menstrual cycles, chill vernon, mention of pda. i think that's all. lmk if i missed any

genre: headcanons, fluff, sfw

wc: 568

author: one nonchalant king bf vernon, juseyo 😭🙏🏻🥀also i finally completed a thing off my wip 🤓🙏🏻

tagging: @kstrucknet, @svthub

taglist: @mooniewrld, @syluslittlecrows, @potayaa

bf!vernon who met you through his mutual friends and immediately was attracted to you

bf!vernon and your relationship has the dynamic of calm!bf x hyper!gf, black-cat!bf x golden-retriever!gf. and that's his fav thing

bf!vernon who asked you out by sharing playlist and then saying, "track 4 is how you make me feel ; and track 13 is what i want for us"

bf!vernon who the next day was trying to act so nonchalant when you told him you'd go out w him

from the inside he was like a giggly, little child who was extremely happy having found his fav icecream flavour

bf!vernon who almost came empty handed to your first day until seungkwan hit him in the back of his head and reminded him to buy your fav flowers

bf!vernon who was grinning from ear to ear when he returned home from the date

bf!vernon who tries to cook for you when you're busy with projects and other submissions

bf!vernon who pulls all-nighters with you when you're up staying late to complete your work

bf!vernon who helps you with your work and also goes like, "erm actually 🤓☝🏻" and states the most random ass fact

bf!vernon who records you secretly all the time and saves it to your folder.

bf!vernon who though not a big fan of PDA, still allows you to hold his pinky all the time when out

bf!vernon who acts non chalant infront of the world, but is lwk very chalant with you

bf!vernon whose fav date nights are movie nights

bf!vernon who brings you the most mindful gifts, randomly or for your anniversaries

bf!vernon who is so so so so so so so proud of you for achieving your milestone

bf!vernon who is your no. 1 supporter and lwk flaunts you off

bf!vernon who calms your nerves down when you guys go to meet his friends

bf!vernon who clearly understands when your social battery runs down, and takes you home immediately

bf!vernon who has the "she's the one" moment when you bring home a stray cat after it followed you home coz you couldnt leave him out in the cold ☹️🥺

bf!vernon who loves your and sofia's relationship and is happy the way you guys treat eachother

bf!vernon who always keeps track of the things you like/love

bf!vernon along w an album also has a note dedicated to you on his phone

bf!vernon who is dangerously calm when you're having a full on mood coz of your cramps

bf!vernon who assures you and takes very care of you during your periods by bringing you chocolates and heating pad and what not

bf!vernon who you without having to ask orders your fav fast food whenever he notices your mood is slightly off

bf!vernon though not very verbal, loves you a looooootttttt and cant wait to spend eternity with you

bf!vernon who'd love to take things slow coz he wants to cherish you forever

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markkiatocafe · 19 days ago

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try again

𖠚 warnings: veryyyyy cliché (i’m sorry guys, i’m in a mood), food + mentions of eating said food!!!!!! (ice cream) if that triggers you, be ware!!! rmb to eat something today ♡, slight angst ig at the start?? scoups used to be kindaa emotionally absent????, not proofread!!!

𖠚 synop: to your surprise, seungcheol isn’t opposed to the idea of getting to know you, again.

𖠚 pairing: gn!reader x ex!scoups

𖠚 w.c: 636

𖠚 a/n: my svt writing debut!!!!!! YIPPIEE ^_^ it feels fitting to do cheol first due to lia being the main reason i’m writing for svt… i hope you enjoy !!

it was a normal summer day. you were just going on a walk around your city, nothing too eventful. you had nothing better to do, and you wanted to enjoy the sun! so, why not?

well, when you got to your local park, you weren’t expecting to see scoups. aka, seungcheol. AKA the man who you dumped years ago and then blocked on every social media and messaging site available.

why exactly did you block him? well, at least back then… talking to him felt like talking to a brick wall. any conversation where you tried to tell him something you were hurt by or that you struggled with, it never got anywhere productive. he would immediately get combative, defensive. it was so annoying and honestly exhausting… so, you cut it off. ended it.

although, you couldn’t lie, a part of your heart ached whenever you saw something cherry themed. even if he was stubborn, you loved him. truthfully, deeply. he cared about you, even if in those heated moments you would definitely second guess that.

anyways, it wasn’t the past anymore. it was time for you to move on, like he sure has, right? maybe that thought was wrong.

“oh, hey, yn, right?” an all-too-familiar voice spoke up. you tilted your head towards the voice, only for your eyes to meet his.

“oh… yeah, seungcheol,” you said, a weak attempt at sounding normal. “long time no see.” you shifted your weight on your feet, fixing your hair.

his face crinkled a bit, yet a friendly smile remained on his lips, the smile that always made your heart skip a beat.

“i always hated it when you called me that.” he laughed.

that laugh played in your head like a broken record. you shrugged, ignoring the blood you could feel rushing to your cheeks. “i always thought your name was cute, i don’t know why you hate it so much.”

that time, you both laughed.

a little bit later, you somehow started walking off to no where specific together, lost in a conversation you didn’t even remember the start of. “i actually was wondering something.” he said, pausing to look at you and inhale, then looking over to the ice cream truck that suddenly appeared somewhere in the time span of your guys’ conversation, which you didn’t even realize till now.

“do you wanna get ice cream?” he said, but for some reason, you had a suspicion that’s not exactly what he was planning on saying. still, you nodded, quickly ordering together before going back to walking.

“what else did you want to say?” he raised an eyebrow as he took a lick of his ice cream. “what do you mean?”

“like, before you asked to get the ice cream,” you explained, holding up your ice cream and then taking a lick of it yourself, “you were gonna say something else, no?”

he hummed, clearing his throat and glancing at the ground. “i was just… i was wondering if you’d ever wanna try this again,” he hesitated, “us, again.”

you felt your breath catch in your throat. a big part of you knew you should’ve said no, but another part of you really wanted to say yes. “i mean… we’re both such different people now. you don’t even know me anymore.”

he turned to face you, pausing his steps. “i’m willing to get to know you again. more maturely this time. i can actually get through my feelings without freaking out now, and i don’t wanna waste this chance with you.” he was stern, truthful. not to mention, a little too convincing.

“i’m willing, if you are.” you said, turning to fully face him now, too.

and so you tried again. it was scary at first, but, over time, you never regretted giving seungcheol another chance.

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icyminghao · 1 year ago

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why didn’t you tell me?

pairing: minghao x gn!reader genre: (some) angst, fluff, comfort, drabble, idol!minghao, established relationship warning(s): mentions of eating, fainting word count: 0.8k

summary: minghao sends you some alarming texts in the middle of the night, and you’re left to speculate the abundance of reasons why he would have sent them.

a/n: inspired by 21:20 of this video with minghao and park myungsoo! the ‘mala story’ segment really fueled my delusions omg

xu baobei ♡ [21:23]: We need to talk.

xu baobei ♡ [21:24]: Call me when you see this.

Those two text messages glare at you every time you pick up your phone, waves of dread coursing through your body as you start speculating the reason as to why your boyfriend had sent the texts so out of the blue.

Is he angry at you? For what reason? Is he going to break up with you? For what reason? You don’t think you’ve done anything to upset him lately, so what could be the issue?

Countless thoughts are flooding your mind as you pace around the living room of your apartment, debating whether to call him or not. If he really wanted to break up with you, wouldn’t you be sending yourself to death’s door by calling him?

Sighing, you bite your lip and decide to text him instead.

you [22:12]: talk about what?

Almost immediately, your ringtone blares through the speakers of your phone, and you nearly drop the phone in shock. Sure enough, the caller ID reads your boyfriend’s contact name, and you sigh in dread, taking a seat on the couch and mentally preparing yourself for what’s about to come.

“Hello?” you say as soon as you pick up, your heart rate picking up.

“y/n,” Minghao replies, his voice stern yet soft, like he can’t bring himself to be fully angry at you.

There’s silence for a short while, and you feel like you’re going to explode any second.

“Are you…” you break the silence, nearly trembling, “are you breaking up with me?”

On the other end of the line, you hear something drop. “What? No, y/n, I’m not breaking up with you. What made you think that way?”

“You- you sounded really scary in your texts,” you mumble, internally relieved that your boyfriend isn’t planning on breaking up with you.

“Text messages don’t carry tone in them, silly,” Minghao chuckles.

“I heard you went to the hospital. From Mingyu,” Minghao pipes up after a moment of silence, and everything clicks in your head.

You had indeed been to the hospital the day before upon suddenly passing out while hanging out with Mingyu’s sister, who’d sent you to the emergency room immediately out of fear that something serious had happened to you. Thankfully, the reason why you’d passed out had been due to fatigue, and you subsequently begged her not to tell anyone about it, despite her objections.

You’re guessing that she had told Mingyu about it, which you don’t blame her for, and that’s how you’ve ended up in this situation now.

“I did,” you reply simply, looking down at your feet.

“Are you feeling better now? What happened?” Minghao asks immediately after your reply.

“I’m okay now, it wasn’t serious,” you assure your boyfriend, “The doctor said it was due to fatigue.”

“Are you not eating and sleeping well?” Minghao replies with yet another question, worry laced in his voice. “Should I move back in?”

You start to panic a little at the idea of Minghao coming back to live in your shared home, seeing as to how he had moved to the dorm temporarily to prepare for their upcoming comeback, quickly refuting, “It’s okay, Hao, I’m okay! I think I just skipped a few meals because of work, I’ll make sure to have my meals regularly!”

Minghao pauses, then hums in response, seemingly not satisfied with your answer.

“Why… didn’t you tell me? I could’ve been there,” Minghao’s voice becomes softer, and you sense a bit of hurt in his tone, breaking your heart a little.

“I— I didn’t want to worry you, Hao,” you began, eyes downturned, “You have a concert and a comeback coming up that’s more important.”

“Nothing’s more important than you, y/n.” Minghao replies without missing a beat, catching you by surprise. “I’m your boyfriend, y/n, you can talk to me if anything happens. What if- what if something serious had happened, and I wasn’t there?”

Minghao’s vulnerable tone breaks your heart, and you frown at his words. Throughout your relationship, such a situation had never happened before, and thinking in his perspective, you completely understand why he’s upset, making you all the more upset at your actions.

“I know, Hao, I- I would want you to let me know if anything happened to you, too. I’m really sorry.” you apologise, wishing he were physically beside you so you could hug him.

Minghao sighs, clearly not wanting to escalate the issue for no reason. “It’s okay, darling, just let me know in the future, hm? I love you.”

“I will, Hao. I love you too,” you reply like it’s second nature, because it is.

A comfortable silence ensues for a while, the two of you at ease knowing that your hearts beat for each other despite the physical distance.

“Also, I’m moving back in. Comeback preparations are more or less done, anyway, and I believe making sure a certain someone eats regularly is much more important,” Minghao jests, and you hear some rustling in the background. “I’m on the way.”

You chuckle. You really don’t know what you did to deserve this man, but you know you won’t be letting him go anytime soon.

a/n 2: i’ve come to a realisation that i’m an absolute horror at writing endings LOL

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