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TXT :: THE STAR CHAPTER - AFTERGLOW CONCEPT PHOTOS

[jksiou]

taehyun :: 'the star chapter: TOGETHER concept trailer' behind the scenes (250702)

[tyunningism]

hear me out…i love the way you write perv!txt but i never see anyone write it for taehyun :((( so i plead you to give a couple thoughts on like perv!bsf!taehyun

MDNI nsfw ahead!!

moablr needs to get on the taehyun train because I unironically reach for the sex toy cupboard whenever I see him on my screen holyyy. And perv tyun actually makes me drool because I can just imagine how he’d try to play it off like especially if you’re a bit on the slower side and he’s just so articulate about everything !!

Like just imagine you’re hanging out in your room just ranting about your week to an all too observant taehyun when you suddenly overshare that your nips are starting to feel sore, completely forgetting that your friend right here doesn’t have a clue what it feels like and can’t contribute any advice for your dilemma.

Taehyun’s so eager though :(( his eyes are sparkling when you mention them because he’s so interested, why do they hurt? are they swollen? puffy? He’s so keen to stick to this topic about your chest he’s just bombarding you with questions you yourself can’t even answer!! And Taehyun’s always been intrigued by anything and everything- like the time he found your vibrator underneath your bed and was asking all sorts of questions about acupunctures and massages, when he knows more than well what it really is <3

Don’t forget Taehyun’s not stupid though. He just thrives watching the way you blush as he pretends to be utterly clueless about your sex life whenever he brings it up out of the random in curiosity. You can’t pick up on the fact he’s deliberately edging for that response and reflex you always do; thighs subconsciously squeezing together as you think of the most innocent response for your innocent friend ><, your bottom lip tucked under your top in thought, leaning back on your hand to ponder about it without even realising you’re pushing the bust of your chest forwards.

So of course you don’t speculate that Taehyun’s got anything sinister going on in his head, after all, he’s only just curious about these things. So when he asks you to lift your shirt so he can ‘address’ the problem you eventually give in, although blushing furiously and automatically covering your chest with crossed hands first; because Taehyun’s just so smart and always at the top of his class so he must know why right??

Of course he knows it’s just that you’re going through the cycle soon yet he plays along. He observes so carefully when you pinch the hem of your shirt right in the middle and lift it up just slightly above your bra- starting to feel the embarrassment creep in on letting a man see your chest when it’s not during sex.

The furrow of your brows and the way you look up at him with pink glazed cheeks engraves itself in to his head so he can remember it for later, a hand reaching to slip off your bra down to your stomach just slightly to unleash it’s grip on your chest. And fuck- for a second Taehyun thinks he’s entered Heaven and he has to hold himself back from saying something like ‘fuck that’s hot’ because remember!- he’s supposed to be cluelessly trying to figure out why your nipples are hurting not drooling like some lowlife !!

Brings two fingers to pinch and tug at your nipples making small ‘hm?’ sounds as if he really was investigating, a shaky hand groping around the flesh and spitting a couple of slobbery scientific health words that he knew you wouldn’t understand- and neither would a qualified doctor. He has to pause to take a breath because shit- you’re just carelessly giving in to him and letting him play with your tits without even realising? He’s going to lose his fucking lewd-struck mind from how adorable you are !! ><

Best believe he’s so relieved he chose to wear baggier jeans today because he’s certain anything tighter and the world would’ve seen the biggest hard on he’s ever had in his lifetime and he’d hate to see you- who’s biting on your hand trying to suppress the sweetest moans and curling your toes as his nimble fingers twist and tug at your tits like they’re stress balls- realise that he’s been purposely rendering himself as nothing but confused and curious about his female companion’s body and functions.

Goddd, and taehyun’s so kind to you as well! Offers to help you massage them because he thinks they’re sore because you’ve been “restricting blood flow’ and ‘not taking care of them properly’ which you’re in luck for because somehow he does?! Thinks a little outside of the box because he pretends to have a lightbulb moment and asks you about the ‘massage’ toy he found under neath your bed last time because according to him it’ll just be much faster and effective <33

Little does he know (he very much does), that you’ll be squirming and clutching on to his arm as he turns on your vibrator on the lowest setting to buzz against your already sore nipples, the rhythmic vibrations making you see stars even on low power as you tell Taehyun to be gentle!! 😣😣

Your voice is ten times more high-pitched than usual as you whimper whenever his own hands massaged and rubbed between the dip of your boobs, hands large enough to grab at the fat of your tit and knead them as he tells you that they’ll feel much better later (the exact opposite happens) but you take his word for it and just nod because then again- Taehyun’s the smartest guy you know and he must know what he’s doing right?!!

Oh for sure does Taehyun know what he’s doing being all sneaky, his boxers are damp from how much he’s leaking just from watching you squirm and squeak over some nipple-stimulation. Poor you can’t read his expression either, so focused and lost in thought that he doesn’t realise he’s overstimulating your chest after pressing down with the vibrator for too long!! Because as you’re moaning and whining he’s thinking about how he somehow get to taste you on his tongue the next time he comes over for one of his experiments <33

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TOMORROW X TOGETHER ✙ The Star Chapter: TOGETHER - Concept Photo “ETCHED”

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TAEHYUN ☆ STARLIGHT CONCEPT CLIP

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TXT :: THE STAR CHAPTER - STARLIGHT CONCEPT CLIP

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[tyunningism]

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── .✦ pairing: c.yj x reader

Shallow compliments and confessions nip at your heart, wearing it away until all you could offer him was an empty vessel of who you used to be. The seizing grip of nostalgia and the familiar scent of his nicotine-cologne renders you helpless, but there was once a time when things were better. .𖥔 ݁ ˖

╰┈➤MDNI - NSFW content ahead...

…or in simple words… ᴛᴏxɪᴄ!ʏᴇᴏɴᴊᴜɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᝰ.ᐟ wc- 4.5k

mentions!! and warnings!! manipulation, cheating, substance abuse, dubcon??, shallow sex not described in detail, angst no comfort, cussing, no aftercare, unprotected sex, that’s really it (work of fiction don’t take this out of character)

tyunningism’s note: Ever since I saw the concept photos I just knew I had to write something about this..god he makes me sick. I’m acc proud of how the writing unfolded this time 🤧 This fic is a bit different?? Doesn’t really have as much of a smut scene it’s more angst.

Strained silence isn’t unusual to you anymore. The piteous drumming of rain comforts you on nights like these- transports you to a place far from here, from the confines of this rent-out studio which acts as a constant memorial of him.

Said studio is restricted. A single mattress without a frame on the frigid of the wood floor where you waited every night, knees pushed up to your chest as red lights from passing vehicles flared through the tattered curtain. Candles flicker on their last breath, fighting desperately in turmoil with the gust of prevailing wind blowing through the broken window; which refuses to close and yet also can not break off and leave, even on its last hinge.

Everything in this wreck of a studio embodies you: the conflict, the regret, the bad decisions you made falling for Choi Yeonjun.

On nights like these when there’s no one else to comfort you apart from your own drowning thoughts you stare at the ash tray. It’s filled to the brim with his treasured Marlboro cigarettes, usually snuck between the attractive pout of his lips but left a bitter aftertaste when you kissed him, all piled up and toppling over each other while specks of ash scattered between colonies of empty brown bottles.

Cheap leather jackets strewn among boxes of CDs and meaningless notices on criminal activity create an eyesore. The smell of the leather particularly is overbearing, his natural musk soaked in the fabric and pockets, a mere lighter peeking out of it tauntingly.

And if that same leather jacket you gifted him on top of hundreds of same monotonous designs he already owns were discarded so easily then no doubt are you being cast aside too.

For in this small remote building where all the clothes didn’t fit you, where the single makeshift bed was barely enough for two people and where there was only evidence of a singular person living in it aside from the large scale mess created by two irresponsible adults evident in the stained walls and frugal beer cans in masses on the floor- you didn’t belong.

Choi Yeonjun is a ghost in your down-going life. Appearing whenever it was convenient for him to show up through the battered door, ask for a quick fuck and then disappear for nights again until he’s back for the same high a week or more later. In a room filled with his belongings, issues and his fading scent he’s nowhere to be seen- dead in the sense that the cage of what was supposed to be your sanctuary and what you could’ve called home was in reality a place of mourning for someone who’s living yet being bereaved by you at the same time in this very flat.

Sometimes you think the opposite, that you’re the ghost in his life. A reminiscent-bound soul who can’t leave the room a part of yourself died in the moment he started coming back late. Lurking in a rented flat where you were basically non-existent in his life aside from your lone pair of shoes left at the empty doorway. Your lively spirit withered in this very room under the same pity and mockery of rain but you still linger and long for him to come back.

Come back because there was a time when you truly felt like you were living for once being with him, a spark ignited by his charm and contagious energy.

By the tv stand there used to be aligned CDs all signed on the label with your name. Picture frames of the both of you pulling silly poses and his drawings he whispered in your ear were based off you.

To the naked eye the two of you were in love, but your own naivety blind-sighted you from what he’s always been, the skin he was born in to that you chose to ignore under the pretense that he truly prioritised you. There was always hope within you that he’d choose you over the partying; the thrill, the alcohol, the drugs and the sex, so you let him slip out of your grasp slowly- more than you should’ve.

It’s burned in to your memory how he tried to court you in the same dingy alleyway he thrives in. The aforementioned Marlboro cigarette huffed ghastly smoke outside the club entrance where he leaned on the brick wall littered with event posters, a head cocked in your direction as you clung to your purse hoping to find your friend inside such a sketchy place.

You remember vividly when he first spoke, “Headed for the club are we, babydoll?” The nickname rolled off his tongue like he’s adjusted to repeating the same thing over and over again, his outstandingly chunky rings bared cold against your skin when he tucked a strand of your hair softly behind your ear while flashing you a deceiving smile.

Maybe that should’ve been your first warning that the likes of Yeonjun was no good despite the several warnings you received later from worried friends, past flings of his and other clubbers as your appearance to these illegal underground gatherings became more notorious and frequent.

They’d warn you of how he’s a one-time man, lures in a woman to never see her again- refusing to spare her a glance when she would run back for more of him. That he’s emotionally unavailable if you were seeking something serious.

They’d warn you about how he was always dipping in and out of crime. Breaking in to lines of homes for a couple cash grabs for the same cycle of cigarettes, alcohol and drugs that he deals in the same club he basically lives in. The rumours that he was always getting in to fights circulated like wildfire, always reaching your deaf ears that refused to listen to the general perception of Yeonjun, adamant that you could change him.

Because you were special.

There were never any stories to tell about Yeonjun bringing a woman back to his place instead of some shitty motel. Nothing like asking you to visit him for a second time at the crack of dawn to have sex again, hands feverishly exploring your body with hunger as he whispers all kinds of sweet nothings in to your ear.

“You’re addictive babydoll, jus’ can’t get enough of you.” You shudder under every electrifying touch of his, like your heart was on fire as you drank in his lust, his potential and the possibility that you were different.

What was stopping you from thinking you were any better than any of his ex-partners? He was already tugging on your heartstrings as he manoeuvred your feelings, delegating any praise or compliment to keep you desperate for more and at the same time feeling worthy of him. The power trip must’ve kept his adrenaline rushing, especially during those lazy fucks when he’d call you over to give you his minimum while he would receive your heartfelt confessions in exchange, thinking as far as marriage in that small head of yours completely ignoring Yeonjun’s definition of ‘love’, and his controlling effect on you that seemed to only spiral further.

Matters only worsened when he would slowly unravel his authentic self. Skipping dates because he was out partying in another city leaving you waiting at a restaurant way too fancy for his skimpy lifestyle, getting in to petty arguments that he was acting indifferent all of a sudden- his addictive smile and compliments becoming a rare occurrence now that you were dating- and worst of all, forgetting you whenever he’d emerge from the club with another girl around his arm, inviting her in to your shared living space until he saw who was waiting at home.

He’s rinsed you of all you were worth to him. The sex appeal slowly diminishing as he pitied the rags you called clothes and your disheveled hair completely different to when he had first seen you- livelier, energised and in his words, prettier.

So it’s like a stab to the chest when he shooed the younger, more beautiful woman out of the door. Not out of shame that he was caught but embarrassment from how pathetic you appeared with a home-cooked meal that’s beyond cold since you expected him to arrive home when he prefers the eccentric consumption of drinks and cigars to keep him going.

Like a puppet he manoeuvres you to listen to his excuses, all the reaches he would spout in hopes that his grip on you is still strong, that if he’d whisper softly “Don’t be upset babydoll, you know I only want you truthfully.” you’d forgive him immediately in a heart beat. And he was right, because every time you could look past the lies, the substances and the other women he’d bring home simply because you were special. You’re his babydoll that he chose to keep by his side, so why wouldn’t he love you?

A year later and you still can’t give an answer now. More than anything you know you’ve lost his attention, you’re more than aware that he couldn’t prioritise you over his own addictions, that he never really reciprocated feelings as much as you did from the start because he didn’t take you who withers in the memory of nostalgia seriously.

Are you any better though? You doubt it. Because you cling on to the small flame burning on the tiniest bit of fuel Yeonjun gives you, his idle and hollow words that mean the world to you.

“You’re so good to me, I knew you were the right one.”

“Babydoll I wasn’t looking in her direction, please, all I need is you.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you doll, you know I care about us.”

The phrase repeats in your already foggy head, you’re special. So no matter what he does you can handle it, look past it- like it never happened even if your heart breaks at the sight of him letting himself go, because you believe he’ll choose you in the end like he did from the start, hanging on by a thread that there’s still some sort of love in the concave of his heart.

The clock strikes midnight when the click of the door resonates inside the dull white noise of the studio flat. You have no energy in you to rush up to him and lock your arms around his lovingly anymore, but you still try to flash him your endearing smile to which he’s too busy to acknowledge, much more interested in the mini fridge he slams shut in annoyance when there’s nothing that satisfies him. He’s barely kicked off his shoes as he stumbles in to the living room carrying the familiar stench of cigarettes that burned your nostrils except stronger this time with him.

At first you think his silence and indifference is because he didn’t want to spare you any mind until you opened your mouth to speak meekly that you realised he didn’t even realise you were there in the first place, a proper ghost to him in this wreck of a home.

“Where have you been?” The question comes off as harmless, slightly croaky in voice but out of genuine concern as you follow his line of sight, his eyelids are weakly opened, not excited or sparkling to see you anymore..just..completely soulless.

Empty alcohol bottles throttle and shatter on to the ground from his legs lazily knocking everything down. A city of his own demise, a representation of who he truly was tumbling down in ear-splitting crackles of glass and empty takeout boxes as he stumbles towards your curled up body, a hand tussling through his hair as he thinks of the millionth excuse this time for his absence that he knows you’d take his word for like it was some revelation.

“Out of town. Some business. Don’t worry your pretty head about it love.” Love, you’re not oblivious to the name being insincere, it’s a role he’s good at playing so much so you almost believe him.

Settling down next to you on the mattress he digs in to his pocket for another pack like he predicted you would drain him again as you always do. “Just this time Jjunie, can you not smoke?” The nickname starts to sound sickly and unfamiliar as it escapes your mouth, your voice is weak and barely audible even in the silence of the room.

Sighing, the bothered male throws the pack to the far end of the living room, eyeing the way your mouth quivers to spout its next words. “Who could be needing you for two weeks? I-I waited for you yeonjun and you didn’t even send me a text-“

“Enough questions babydoll, you know I’m working for us, you wanted a baby didn’t ya?” Sure, you wanted a baby. Anywhere but here, with anyone but the current Yeonjun.

The tiny confined room was already a tight squeeze for you, but it’s no where near as suffocating as the thickness of the air which wraps around you whenever he does visit back to this meaningless studio flat.

You know what he’s here for. Just something to blow off some steam, an easy getaway he can always come back to if he really needed the ecstasy of an orgasm. Although the moment you see the scrapes and blood on his hand you wince. The thought of him digging his grave with the uncertainty of these fights he may never return from someday breaks your heart. But he hates when you try to ‘act like you care’ as he claims, whereas you also hate to see him hurt, constantly meddling with fire.

“You got into a fight with someone again Yeonjun..it’s serious, your hands are all..bloodied.” The preoccupied male on his phone scoffs, shaking his hand away from your gently cupped ones. “Stop jumping to conclusions babydoll you know I don’t like that.”

Nonetheless you reach for the plasters in the drawer, wiping away at the excess blood around his knuckles softly like he’d crumble in your hands if you exerted too much pressure, like you’d lose him again for another week. Everyone knows you’re a gentle person at heart, with so much love to give that he takes for granted.

Bloodied hands aren’t all that you notice. Since he stumbled through that door you could just about sniff out floral perfume, the kind of scent you used to wear back in your prime, the kind of smell a small part of you wished he liked because it reminds him of you- though that seems far from accurate with the metaphorical barrier he’s set between you.

Whoever patched him up didn’t do a great job either; it doesn’t take a fool more than two seconds to notice the bruises on his neck peeking above the poorly stuck patch. No fights leave marks like that. You don’t have the heart to argue only to receive half-assed responses; crying over spilled milk won’t do you any good when he’ll weasel himself out of it in the end. Reds on the verge of becoming purple stain him; fresh hickeys.

He’s been seeing another woman again.

If you said it didn’t bother or hurt you at all that would be a lie. His sexual activities with other women are nothing to worry about, he tells you, he won’t see them again and that’s the end of it, always said in the least apathetic voice he can piece together to make it sound somewhat sincere to your feeble heart.

“This..” your hand reaches to brush against the patch which makes Yeonjun flinch, smacking your hand away without a thought, pressing against the patch with his palm to cover it as if you haven’t seen it all already.

“Don’t push my buttons babydoll just do what you’re supposed to.” Annoyed is the nicest way to put it.

There’s a more obvious change to his tone towards you that you haven’t noticed quite as quickly before, holding back the urge to spill out in tears as you wrap small plasters around his finger, afraid he would despise you for pestering his life so much and attempt to throw you away some day like pretty much every other woman he sleeps with.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have stayed in this hell of a room waiting for him like a kicked dog. Maybe he’d pretend to at least look happy to be back without your nagging every time he comes over, without taking up so much space in his flat..in his life.

With a heavy sigh you drop his hand in your lap, burying your head in to your hands refusing to face him.

“I can’t do this anymore Yeonjun.” Just like that you break the tension subsiding in the room, a pin drop which has his eyes darting for yours in seconds.

“What’s going through that head of yours huh?” Two large hands reach to caress yours but the foreign feeling of cold skin against your warmth is too different of a mix to ever feel comfortable, just like how you and Yeonjun were never supposed to delve this far in to what should’ve been a fling.

“I can’t stand living here- in this house..you’re never here. You’re always coming back late and I’m sat here like a fool every night until dawn waiting for you to enter those doors.” Once again he’s quiet, a small pout on his lips but his eyes are wandering to the ashtray for another smoke.

“None of my friends have their boyfriends missing for weeks without notice! And I- hic- I have to explain to them every single time why you’re never here..” Tears fall in pellets straight on to your shirt, each droplet weighing a small portion of your pain.

“You know that’s not my intention-“

“I know Jjunie..I know. It’s just- sometimes, I feel like you don’t take us seriously.” Us. The collective pronoun triggers him to bite his cheek; anyone can tell he wasn’t planning to go this far with you, his greed the only thing keeping him from leaving.

“Some nights you come back and it’s like I can’t even tell who you are anymore. You drink and smoke and do all kinds of stupid shit until you can’t even remember your name- fuck you can’t even remember me Yeonjun.”

Your words are sharp and deliberate, a broken up montage of everything you’ve been meaning to get off your chest, words that you want to get out uninterrupted, without Yeonjun’s input because both of you are aware you’d sway in his favour if he really wanted you to.

“I’m- hic- not stupid Yeonjun. I know you go out to see other women when you’re not here, I know you only come back here like it’s a chore I just don’t get why you still stick around and give me false hope if you’re going to..act like you don’t give a fuck anyway. Tell me Yeonjun what’s changed?”

Truth is, nothing’s changed. The blind leading the blind in to a romantic relationship doomed from the start to begin with, he’s always been like this and you should’ve known that.

One-sided arguments never end well, definitely not with a stubborn Yeonjun. You can practically predict what will come out of his mouth next with how repetitive it’s gotten of having to reassure your frail mindset over and over again.

“Babydoll I don’t know why you’re so heated over some bullshit when you know I love you more than anything else, I’d choose you over anyone else anyday-“ His words are meticulous and calculated, he’s picked up on how easy you buckle in when he professes his ‘love’ to you so profusely.

“Over the cigars? The drugs..the beer? Yeonjun I can barely recognise y-“

His jaw ticks angrily in annoyance as if his words weren’t absurd. “We’ve gone over this before. Don’t mention it again.”

“I think it’s best for us to part ways Yeonjun I can’t do this anymore-“

It’s strange how fast his hands reach up for your face again as if he truly cared, stroking it with knitted eyebrows and a worried expression- one that you’ve never seen before from the great actor he is. The new formed eyebags under his eye become more visible as he gulps, your words a tower of guilt crashing down on him.

“Babydoll you can’t leave me..you can’t- you were supposed to be the one who was going to help me get out of all of this..” Yeonjun frantically leaves small pecks to your forehead, a loving hand brushing through your hair as he presses his forehead against yours.

For a second he’s there in the room with you. The same man you fell for outside of his charismatic appearance and the striking raven of his hair, the rawness of how attentive he was to you drew you in and you can sense yourself falling in to his trap once again.

“I’m sorry babydoll you know I’m trying. You- you can’t leave me I need you.” Voice cracks become frequent in his speech and you can’t decipher if they’re genuine or one of his acts that you always fail to notice.

“Babydoll are you listenin’ to me? I told you you’re special to me. I wouldn’t trade you for the world, baby please, listen to me don’t go- yeah? I’ll make you feel much better yeah?” It’s shallow of him and he knows but you’re so easy, always listening to his every word and he salvages it.

He flips you on to your back like he did two weeks ago, the familiarity of boring holes in to the hollow ceiling as he works his fingers on unbuttoning your shirt hits you like a wave. And you let him, let him get away with it again because you can’t shake off the feeling that he’s sincerely trying to be better to you, that he loves you despite what his actions show.

“I’m so sorry babydoll I promise I won’t leave you for so long again yeah?” The exact words from last time drip from his pouting lips again as his fingers rub at the dip of your waist. His touch is no longer electrifying; it’s void, empty, just skin against skin.

From the corner of your eye you spot the tattoo on his left bicep, your name in calligraphy that he surprised you with for your birthday. All you can see it as is a splotch of ink, because that’s exactly what it is, inked letters that mean nothing to him and doesn’t send butterflies in your stomach like some hopeless romantic anymore.

“So beautiful, could never let you go.” Flattery is Yeonjun’s forte but for some reason it doesn’t feel genuine, like he’s speaking for the sake of it. There’s no sex between you that involves love in it, just a matter of fuck and dip that mutually benefits you to some degree.

Clouded thoughts distract you from the rattling of his belt, the memory is all too familiar except this time there’s no hand-holding sweet-talking through it, just undressing himself as fast as he can to pump inside of a cunt.

Groans fall from his lips as he sheathes himself inside, you don’t feel the warmth he used to bring to you, just the usual lust sex is built with. No feelings attached still you crave for him.

Crave for him to give you the same experience you had when your first spent the night together, wishing for his compliments and dirty talk to be more sincere than a repetition of words he said to the woman he slept with last week. You crave for his touch, his time, and the sweat of your bodies flushed together as he thrusts in and out of your desiring cunt.

He’s infatuated with how your hole sucks him in, dripping with arousal which makes him squeeze his eyes shut at the visual, choosing to grip at your hips more harshly than he should.

However this time was different, the pleasure was still there to elicit a couple of moans out of you but it’s nothing compared to the whines strangling out of your throat back then. Each thrust becomes less meaningful, less of a way to keep your mind off things and help you feel better, more of a way for Yeonjun to savour your cunt once more before things come to an end.

That’s why you let him explore your body for the hundredth time again and again despite the initial thrill starting to fade, because you’re so stuck on the idea that one day you’ll receive that same fulfilling feeling instead of a lazy empty fuck he hides with even emptier sweet words.

Sweat accumulates along his forehead, the heat radiating from his body thickens the air further as he pushes your legs apart to give him a better view of the crude sight- your slick painting his cock a glossy sheen. The slamming of his hips became mundane at some point, classic makeup sex as Yeonjun likes to refer to it but nothing’s been resolved, simply brushed under the rug.

Pants and grunts and nonsensical babbles in a sex-dazed state drills him in to you further, tongue lolling out the moment he feels his balls tighten,

“hahh- fuck ‘ve been waiting for this for so long- liv you don’t even know..” the foreign name falls deaf on your ears, or at least you try to drown it out because you don’t need to ask him who he’s imagining, you know he’s slipped his tongue, thinking about the other women in his grasp.

You don’t even register that he’s cumming all over your stomach until he pulls back up the heavy hem of his jeans that cluttered below his feet. The whole sensation barely there and over in a minute before he’s off to disappear again for a month or so. Hell- you don’t think he even realised you didn’t finish, simply headed towards the door again with a stumble and a yawn as if you were boring, half zipping up his fly and leaning on the peeling wallpaper. Bet he thinks you’re tiring to fuck now that he’s used you up, deprived you of your soul, on his way to another woman to satisfy his needs.

Smiles are always headed towards his direction no matter how bad he hurts you, how numb you are to his touch and his half-assed excuses you always fall for. The smiles are never reciprocated but you comfort yourself in the solely candle-lit room that he cares, still cares the same way he used to etch your face on any canvas he could find, the attention to the curve of your smile and the crinkle of your eyes he used to capture so beautifully.

As much as you know it’s bad you love Choi Yeonjun still, and if that means living as a ghost in his proactive life then so be it, because you’ll be sat in the same spot, pathetically waiting for him with your top unbuttoned yearning for his touch and tear stained eyes glancing at the door for his return. Since you’re special, after all…

Jjunie said you were special.

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[celli-ohs]

imagine uncle beomgyu ends up changing eunjae's diaper when he babysitted him lmfao???? and uncle tae holding a cute toddler eunjae and just throwing him up in the air imagine the cute giggles 😭 uncle yeonjun would steal him from his parents and have a cute little ice cream date with uncle kai helping eunjae thats holding a huge ass ice cream walk 😭😭😭

saw this and immediately flew to my computer the second i got home!! i know you wanted cute moments, but i decided that i needed some crack after i went through hell writing angst for both parts of the series. i promise these are still cute, just sprinkled in some comedy into them!

synopsis: soobin's friends get a taste of what being a parent really takes | wc: 3.2k | requested | part of soobin parenthood au

Soobin promised he’d be back in 10 minutes. That he was just going down the road to buy milk from the convenience store. He said it’d be fast.

But now Beomgyu is starting to think he isn’t getting milk and that his best friend is already across town on his way to the airport to hop on the first flight out of the country. It’s been more than 10 minutes since Soobin has left, and Beomgyu is panicking. Why?

Well, because his nephew is screaming his heart out like he’s dying, strapped into the bouncer Yeonjun bought as a gift last month. 

“H-Hey Eunjae,” Beomgyu calls from his hiding spot behind the couch. “No more crying, alright? The neighbors might put in a noise complaint!” He tries his best to sound jovial, but this just angers the three month old even more.

Little Eunjae’s face is beet red, his lips contorted into a deep frown as he cries over and over again. “Are you hungry? Wanna eat?” Beomgyu asks, but of course the only answer he gets are screams. He ventures to the kitchen where he finds the prepped bottle Soobin had left on the counter before he left. 

He quickly mixes the formula and water, rushing back to the infant. “Here we are!” He sings, placing the nipple into Eunjae’s gaping mouth.

But instead of his ears finally hearing the sweet silence he prayed for, Eunjae continues to scream and cry, throwing his arms around as he pushes the bottle away. 

“Come on little dude, I know you’re hungry, just eat-” Beomgyu suddenly chokes. His nose is plugged with a strong, dense, thick, familiar scent: Shit.

“No,” He steps back, dropping the bottle to the ground. “No please! I can’t-” His words are caught in his throat as he begins to choke at the overwhelming smell of poop. 

“Help me!” He claws at his throat as he makes his escape outside to the balcony. He inhales the fresh air, gripping the railing for dear life. Inside Eunjae only cries for help. 

That had to be it. He had shit himself and was feeling uncomfortable.

“He loves to be clean,” You had joked to Beomgyu the last time he visited. “He always cries when he has a dirty diaper.” 

“I can't go back in there, I’ll die!” He tells himself. But Eunjae’s cries were so sad and impatient, his heart couldn't handle it. Plus his ears need a break.

With a sigh, Beomgyu pulls his shirt above his nose and dives back inside. He digs around the kitchen and finds a pair of cleaning gloves and even better a mask. He quickly puts them on, then picks up the diaper bomb he called his nephew from his bouncer. 

Beomgyu holds the sobbing Eunjae as far away as he can (not because he doesn’t love him, but because the stench was atrocious) as he speeds to the master bedroom, where the changing station was. 

He lays the baby down and mentally prepares himself for the worst. With his gloved hands he undoes Eunjae’s onesie, revealing a diaper so full of shit, it was about to burst at the seams.

“Oh my God,” He whispers to himself. Eunjae seems to have calmed down a bit, recognizing he was about to be cleaned.

Just as he’s about to undo the diaper, Beomgyu has a sudden realization: he doesn’t actually know how to change a diaper.

Every time Soobin or you would change your son, he looked away. Out of respect for Eunjae of course. He might be a baby but hey, balls are balls.

But Eunjae begins to whine again, and Beomgyu is reminded of his mission. So he grabs a wet wipe and carefully pulls back the tabs of the diaper.

The smell intensifies as soon as it’s out in the open. It fills his nose, running through his brain and he swears he can feel it enter his bloodstream.

Beomgyu almost pukes, he can feel it sit in his throat. But he swallows it down and blindly begins to wipe.

He goes through five wipes in three seconds, tossing them in the garbage pail right by the station. He’s practically emptied the entire bag by the time he finishes wiping Eunjae clean. 

“Okay, now for a new diaper,” He hypes himself up, walking through the process. It takes him a few seconds to learn how to open the diaper, and even longer to figure out which side is the front.

He’s looking at the two sides, flipping them back and forth when something wets his glove. “Huh?” Beomgyu looks up confused, then horrified.

Eunjae was peeing. Not only that, he was peeing at Beomgyu.

“AHHHHHHH!” Beomgyu screams as he barely dodges the fountain of piss aimed right at his face. He falls to the ground, shielding himself with his hands. 

His scream must have scared Eunjae, as he begins to cry again. But Beomgyu cannot offer him any comfort at the moment, as he also cries.

“What the hell happened? I was gone for 20 minutes!” Soobin asks exasperated, confused as to why his son was crying butt naked on the changing table, and even more confused why his best friend was laying on the floor in a fetus position.

“Soobin!” Beomgyu jumps up, clawing at his legs. He’s got actual tears in his eyes. “You said you’d be quick, where were you?!”

“They ran out of milk, so I had to go to the other store a bit farther down,” Soobin explains, pushing him off him, hurrying to put a fresh diaper on his son and soothe his cries.

“What happened? Why is it wet over here? And why are you wearing my gloves?” Soobin questions. Beomgyu mimics the hiccups of Eunjae, who also seems relieved to have his dad back home.

“H-He exploded man! Everywhere! Then he pissed on me and-” Beomgyu looks horrified, tearing up again. Soobin only sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

“Promise me you’ll never have kids.”

Taehyun didn’t realize he actually loved children until Soobin and you had Eunjae. It was a new discovery of his, and he loved every moment he got to spend with his nephew.

“He’s getting so big!” He says excitedly, poking at the eight month old little baby sitting on your lap. “The doctor said he’s really healthy compared to other babies his age.” You tell him.

“Ah! He just smiled at me! Oh my gosh,” He tickles Eunjae’s tummy, making the baby boy grin again.

You pet Eunjae’s hair, smiling. “Did Soobin tell you guys? He’s starting to crawl a little! He does this cute little army crawl across the floor,” You inform him. 

“Really? He’s growing up so fast,” Taehyun pouts. “Before we know it he’s gonna be a teenager who doesn’t even want to hang out with us anymore,”

You scoff, rolling your eyes. “That’s a bit far out, don’t you think?” Taehyun only shrugs, he knew it was far away, yet time was flying by so fast.

“Wanna hold him?” You ask suddenly, and Taehyun immediately nods, sitting beside you on the couch. You pass your son over to him, standing up after. 

“Do you mind watching him for a couple of minutes? I’m gonna go fold some laundry really quick and clean the kitchen.” Taehyun nods, not minding at all as you skip down the hall.

Eunjae wobbles around in his lap, tiny head turning around to look everywhere he can. Taehyun giggles to himself, spinning the infant around to face him. 

He begins to make funny faces, opening his mouth wide, blowing raspberries, winking at him. Eunjae seems to enjoy it all, only laughing and giggling as Taehyun entertains him. 

His little giggle is so cute, it brings pure joy to Taehyun’s heart. He can’t help but try to get the baby to laugh more and more.

Eventually he sets Eunjae down on the carpet, lying on his tummy. “Can you crawl for Uncle Tyun? Please?” He talks to Eunjae as if bartering with him was even an option.

The baby boy instead rolls over and begins to munch at his hands. Taehyun watches him lovingly, just enjoying the moment. 

“Is he doing okay?” You ask as you reenter the living room to check on them. “Yep, just chilling,” He gives you a thumbs up, and you head into the kitchen. He hears you begin to wash some dishes as he returns his attention to his nephew.

He begins to tickle Eunjae again, soliciting the cutest little chuckles from him. As the two bond, Taehyun gets an idea. 

He stands up, leans over to pick up Eunjae, holding him up to admire him. Then he begins to toss him into the air.

As a kid he remembered how much he loved it when his parents would toss him in the air, the thrill always made him laugh hysterically.

And just like he assumed, Eunjae begins to laugh. His smile wide as he looks at his uncle with pure happiness. Taehyun tosses him up over and over again, shouting as he is also enjoying the view.

“Uh, Taehyun?” You call from the kitchen. “Yeah?” He responds, still throwing and catching Eunjae around.

“You might want to be careful,” You say from the sink, looking over the counter attentively. “Don’t worry! I’m not gonna drop him,” He assures you. 

You shake your head. “I know you won’t, but Eunjae-” 

Before you can finish your sentence, Eunjae’s laughs are interrupted by the gurgling of vomit shooting out right onto Taehyun’s face.

The half digested milk drenches his hair, skin, and clothes. Taehyun freezes, still holding Eunjae high up. 

“Eunjae still has a sensitive stomach, he’s gonna puke if you shake him around.” You finish, face grimacing.

It’s safe to say Taehyun is no longer going to play rough with your son.

“Say bye to Mama and Papa! Uncle Jjunie is gonna steal you forever!” Yeonjun coos as he buckles up an excited Eunjae into his carseat.

“Don’t forget Uncle Hyuka!” Kai grins as he jumps into the backseat, sitting right next to the one year old.

“Drive carefully, and don’t forget the diaper bag,” Soobin hands over the bag to Yeonjun, who places it in the passenger seat.

“We’ll be fine! Right Kai?” His friend nods eagerly as he leans over to rustle Eunjae’s hair. “Mama loves you Eunjae,” You pressed a kiss to his little lips. “Be good to your uncles,” You squish his cheeks. 

“Mama bwye!” Eunjae smiles, making you laugh. “Have fun, kiss Papa too!” Soobin begs, and Eunjae leans over, lips puckered to place a kiss on his dad’s cheek.

“Send us photos!” You tell Yeonjun, who salutes obediently before hopping into the driver’s seat and pulling out of the parking garage.

“Ready to go get ice cream Eunjae? Uncle Jjunie’s treat!” He chuckles, peering into his rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of the baby.

“No!” He shouts enthusiastically. Kai laughs and Yeonjun playfully rolls his eyes. Soobin had informed them recently of Eunjae’s new favorite word: No. Even when he meant yes, he said no.

On the drive to the ice cream shop, the two grown men entertain the one year old by singing popular nursery rhymes and pointing out interesting things outside the window. 

“Eunjae, do you like Uncle Hyuka?” Kai asks. “No!” Eunjae laughs. Kai dramatically falls to the other side of the car, holding his heart tenderly. He pretends to cry in order to gain some sympathy from the toddler, but Eunjae just laughs harder.

“What about Uncle Jjunie? Do you like Uncle Jjunie?” Yeonjun asks curiously. Eunjae looks at him through the mirror, smiling cutely. “No!”

Yeonjun pouts, just as he parks the car. “Why? Uncle Jjunie and Uncle Hyuka are taking you to get ice cream,” He tries to reason with the baby.

“No!” Eunjae giggles, kicking his feet excitedly. “Do you like Papa and Mama?” Kai questions. “No,” Eunjae says, but he nods his head. It was obvious he was just saying the word No for fun.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” Yeonjun unbuckles his seatbelt. “No, no!” Eunjae cheers, gesturing for Kai to help him out of his carseat.

On the street, they each hold one of Eunjae’s hands, bending over to accommodate for his height.

“Why did we go all the way downtown for this ice cream shop again? There’s one right by the apartment,” Kai frowns as he struggles to slow down for Eunjae’s careful steps.

“Bro, are you D-U-M-B?!” Yeonjun scowls at him. Kai pauses. “You can say the word, he’s only one,” 

“And when he repeats all the S-H-I-T we say to his parents, it’s gonna be us getting our A-S-S-E-S beat,” Yeonjun reminds him. 

“But have you not noticed? Girls love kids. Last week Soobin and I went to get lunch together with Eunjae, when Soobin went to the bathroom, five different girls came up to me and gave me their numbers!” Yeonjun brags. 

Kai looks suspicious. “Are you sure they weren’t just looking for a babysitting job?” Yeonjun waves him off. “No way, you just had to be there.”

Just then, two women passing by stop to wave at Eunjae. “Oh my gosh! He’s so cute!” He stares at them shyly. “He is, isn’t he?” Kai smiles. “Is he yours? You are such a good dad!” One of them suddenly compliments.

“Oh-” “And so handsome! You’re handsome like your daddy,” The other woman kneels down closer to Eunjae. Kai looks flustered. “Um, actually-” 

“Actually he’s mine, thank you so much.” Yeonjun smirks, running a hand through his hair.

“How cute!” The first one giggles, standing up again. “Thank you, you could say we’re practically twins,” Yeonjun lies, picking up Eunjae as if to show off the nonexistent resemblance.

“I’m Yeonjun by the way. We were just about to get some ice cream. Did you want to join us?” He asks smoothly. 

“Aww! I’m Jisu. This is my friend Yuna.” The first one introduces them. “That sounds like fun, I think we've got a couple of minutes to spare,” Yuna nods, letting the men lead the girls inside.

“I’m Kai, this little guy’s uncle,” Kai winks, making Yuna giggle. They find a free booth, Eunjae is so excited he can’t sit still as he is placed between Jisu and Yeonjun. 

“Kai, go order for us,” Yeonjun forces the younger man to the register. Kai tries to hide his annoyance, listening well and leaving the two alone with Eunjae. 

“So, are you guys just hanging out with this cutie today?” Yuna asks, politely asking Eunjae for a high five from across the table. 

“Yeah, you know, it’s hard being a single dad, but Kai helps me out every once in a while,” Yeonjun lies, pretending to sigh.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know his mom wasn’t in the picture.” Jisu apologizes. “You’re alright. This little guy is the light of my life,” Yeonjun brushes Eunjae’s hair.

“Mama no?” He looks up at Yeonjun confused. “Yeah, no Mama, isn’t that right Eunjae?” Yeonjun pouts. 

Jisu frowns, patting Eunjae’s head softly. “But you love your dad, right?” She asks, pointing to Yeonjun. 

Eunjae looks at Yeonjun, then back to Jisu. “No!” He shouts. Jisu looks stunned. “Haha! He’s in this weird phase where he says no to everything,” Yeonjun quickly explains.

“Oh, okay-” “No! No Papa!” Eunjae stands up, getting upset. “Papa no!” He shakes his head. Yeonjun laughs nervously. 

“What’re you doing son? Be nice, the pretty ladies are watching!” Yeonjun says through his teeth. “No! No! No!” Eunjae stops his little feet. Jisu is no longer smiling, eyeing Yeonjun suspiciously. 

“What’s going on?” Kai asks, walking back notably empty handed. “Where’s the ice cream?!” Yeonjun asks, trying to calm an angry Eunjae. “They said they could bring it to our table,” Kai answers, attempting to sit beside Yuna. She glares at him.

“No Papa! No!” Eunjae begins to push Yeonjun away, tearing up. “Hold on,” Jisu speaks up. “Eunjae, is this your daddy?” She points to Yeonjun, who is silently praying Eunjae says yes, he’d even take a nod.

“No! Papa no!” Eunjae furiously shakes his head. He suddenly begins to cry, the entire store is staring at them. 

“Shh! Eunjae shh!” Kai begins to panic. “You guys aren’t his family, aren’t you?” Yuna asks, getting up from the table. “No we are- I mean not actually- but his parents let us-” 

“Oh my God, you guys kidnapped this poor boy!” Jisu gasps, grabbing Eunjae and picking him protectively. 

“No we didn’t! We’re his uncles! Right, Eunjae?” Yeonjun drops the facade in order to save face. Both he and Kai look at the boy, begging for him to help.

“Eunjae,” Yuna speaks softly, wiping Eunjae’s tears. “Do you know these guys? Are they your uncles?”

Please Eunjae! Tell her the truth! Yeonjun is praying while Kai tries to make himself look as non threatening as possible, putting on a big smile. 

Eunjae stares for a few seconds, his eyes scanning over his desperate uncles who were painfully single, and turns back to the two women.

“No!”

“Hello?” 

“Soobin! Thank God you answered.” Yeonjun gasps.

“Yeonjun? What’s going on, are you guys coming home soon? Y/n and I are kind of worried, you and Kai haven’t been answering our texts.” 

“Uh, about that,” Yeonjun laughs awkwardly. “Do you actually think you can pick us up? I don’t have my phone” He hears Soobin stand through the line. “Why? What happened? Is Eunjae okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah he’s fine. I think he misses you guys.” Yeonjun assures him. “But uh, do you think you could hurry up?”

“What’s wrong? Where are they? Is Eunjae there?” Yeonjun hears you ask in the distance. You sound just as, if not more, worried than Soobin. 

“Where are you guys?” Soobin asks, he sounds like he’s putting on his shoes. Yeonjun gulps. “Uh, not too far,” He struggles to speak. He’s more scared of Soobin than of where he was right now.

“Yeonjun,” Soobin’s voice goes cold. “Where the hell are you guys and where is my son??”

“Eunjae is fine! I promise!” The older man’s promise does nothing to ease the tension. “Tell me right now!” Soobin shouts through the phone. “Fine! Fine,” Yeonjun groans.

“We’re… at the police station downtown,” Yeonjun confesses. He hears you scream in the background. 

“The police station?! What the hell Yeonjun?!! I leave you guys with my kid for two hours and-” 

“You’ve got one minute left on the phone,” The officer informs Yeonjun. Soobin and you obviously hear, as you start to scream even more now.

“Look! I’ll explain when you get here, but just know Kai and I did nothing wrong! Eunjae wouldn’t listen!” Yeonjun tries to defend himself.

The line goes quiet, and he begins to think that he’s run out of time. That is until Soobin growls into the mic. 

“Choi Yeonjun, I’m going to kill both you and Kai when I get there.” The line dies and Yeonjun swallows thickly as he hands the phone back to the officer. “What’d he say? Are they gonna come and save us?” Kai asks innocently.

Yeonjun ignores him and turns around. Sitting at an officer’s desk was a giggling Eunjae, right in between Jisu and Yuna. Yeonjun exhales, then takes a deep breath.

“I swear to God! I’m his uncle! He’s just a baby! No is the only word he knows!” He screams.

Eunjae looks at him from his seat and laughs. 

“Yes!”

[yeonjune]

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