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biussworld · 8 months

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genre : fluff | wc >1.1k | gn!reader | requested

KEEHO:

words > actions even though the latter are present as well

low key enjoys therapy talk when you talk your issues through, especially because you get annoyed by that

pokes you, tickles you, pinches you when you get sulky

shared cultural field is so important for him, bonus points if you have similar taste in fashion and music

sends you selfies when bored

openly states that he loves praise and compliments, so expects you to shower him in those

but then you tease him for something, he teases back, and it turns into clownery you both love

so oblivious to the others’ signs of affection towards you, gets faux jealous only when you pay attention to somebody else for too long when he’s right next to you

voice of reason, loves to give advice and is really good at it

very in tune with your emotions, sometimes surprisingly attentive

contrary to popular belief, rather talks than listens

that bf that listens to you gossiping about people he doesn’t know and genuinely gasps

THEO:

the gentlest

he oozes reassurance and firmness

it’s hard for him to open up, but with time it gets better and he’s more open about his concerns and worries

prefers being low key about your relationship, but doesn’t mean you soft launching the relationship on your social media

loves to have with him something reminding of you

like a clothing item you bought him or a matching keyring

quietly approaches you when he thinks somebody’s trying to get with you in public, but other than that he doesn’t try to show off, he’s quite confident in your love for him and your ability to say ‘no’

big on quality time, let’s you come up with date ideas and activities just to spend some time with you

the type to get up before you do to make some breakfast

imo he’d try to bottle up his discontents and make the problem worse by blowing up later

it takes him some time to figure himself out before he’s ready to discuss again

shy about saying ‘sorry’ but he’s trying, that’s what counts

shows his love, gratitude or apologies through actions, small or big

JIUNG:

ironically cheesy

calls you when he’s bored and/or misses you, no matter time nor place

all over you, and again, it doesn’t matter if you’re home or somewhere out

the type to make you show off your outfit, “do a spin, baby. so cute!”

sends you pictures of random objects and captions “you”

very forward with something that’s upsetting him, but laughs it off as something not really important to avoid a fight

kind of shy about romantic gestures but tries to do them nevertheless

snaps pictures of you when you don’t look your best to tease you later, but loves them himself since it’s still your pictures

him and you create the loudest duo even though sometimes you two are funny for each other only, others are simply patient

sneaks candies into your bag, gives you small snacks when you’re tired

pouts when he’s upset, with you or not – doesn’t matter, and asks you to kiss it better

recharges while just being with you

INTAK:

unironically cheesy

wins you a bear at an arcade and expects to post it on your story with sweet caption

keeps count on anniversaries of your firsts

prefers to go out to crowded, loud places

would be seriously invested in your friends’ drama, probably would spill something about his friends to you and then make you promise you won’t tell a soul

clingy when no one else sees it, but in public or around some other people looks chill, nonchalantly keeping an arm around your shoulders and not much more

says whatever crosses his mind, and sometimes those things aren’t nice, so the fights that are caused by him are usually because he can’t keep his mouth shut and think things through

apologizes, but it takes him a while to get into the accustomed rhythm of your relationship

the type to grant you big gifts, he wants to spoil you or at least have an air of somebody who can

you send him a song you liked – later it’s in the background of a live

SOUL:

shy and quiet, looks at you with such obvious adoration it’s borderline unbearable for others

shares everything he finds amazing or lovely with you immediately

kinder surprise eggs for two, and eventually he gives you his chocolate and you give him a toy, so now he has a small collection of those, paired up

the type to look at the entrance in anticipation, waiting for you, and relax instantly once you’re by his side

may be bothered by somebody hitting on you but never acts on it, never says anything, probably is very relieved once he hears your firm rejection towards a stranger

adores getting lost in a conversation with you, which more often than not is actually him spilling whatever he has on his mind and you listening and adoring

not good at communicating his feelings and doesn’t think it’s worth voicing, so you have to drag his worries out of his soul against his will and work on it

in general, can take things too close to heart, but doesn’t hold a grudge

may be awkward with all the usual couple things to do, but he’s learning fast

stargazing with shota >>>

may cry when you gift him something thoughtful, just so you know

JONGSEOB:

also the teasing type, never lets you breath

would smack you on the face with your birthday cake and await for you to do the same on his birthday

billion of dorky pictures on your phone, not just the two of you together, but also from those moments when he stole your phone and clattered your gallery

your insta feed is much more aesthetic now because of the pictures he takes

not big on physical signs of affection, but if it’s your thing he welcomes it with time and gets weirded out if you don’t cling to his side

also loves receiving acts of service and tries his best to do some for you

the type to laugh to the face of those who try to hit on you

loves to fall asleep on call with you, especially when tired and exhausted

doesn’t shy away from things he doesn’t like and may be harsh about it, but talks things through immediately, hates miscommunication

loves playing video games with you, will teach you if you don’t know how to

extra pat on the top of your head when you win against somebody, sulky jongseob if you win against him

loves walks and window shopping, simple dates and exploring the city

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biussworld · 1 year

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love roulette | keeho

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with KEEHO.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x bartender!keeho

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol

♦️ Word count: 2.9k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul, @dat-town

🎲 READ FURTHER FOR KEEHO'S ENDING

The rest of the gig was fun just like the first part, and thankfully, no more mishaps came your way. Taeyang enjoyed himself beside you, but he did leave after the performance was over because he admitted that he was there because of the band playing. To that, Gaeul couldn’t help but fangirl a little. However, he let the boy go - albeit with a pout - when he insisted that he didn’t want to bother anyone anymore.

“He was no bother. What was he thinking?” Your friend huffed a bit, but he was grateful nevertheless that the boy had helped you out earlier.

“He was practically a stranger. It’s not like you can set me up with every stranger.”

“I would if I could, you know,” Gaeul smacked you in your side, and sent you a wink. Of course you knew, she was that type of person. You had met her when she was already with Intak, so since her love life was already taken care of, it seemed that she wanted to meddle with others’ non-existent love life instead.

You just sent her a knowing look, but there was a smile forming on your lips. Maybe it was the pleasant times you spent together or how you cried over stressful times together, and how she was always there for you when you needed it - and not just as a roommate but as a friend too -, and she didn’t push you aside even if she was in a relationship, but you were really glad to have her in your life. That’s why you wouldn’t be able to hold a grudge against her or get mad even if she was oh so obviously setting you up with guys when you gave in to hang out with her at such places.

“Uh, how about that blue cocktail now? Intak said they would come soon, but we still have some time,” she suggested as her previous words about getting herself that cool-looking cocktail came to mind. You nodded, giving in to her suggestion, and went to the bar with your arms linked together, so that you wouldn’t lose each other in the crowd.

There were currently two bartenders working, and coincidentally, you ended up in front of Keeho again. When looking up from the counter and meeting your eyes, realisation hit him, and he gave you a big, commercial-like smile.

“Can’t get enough of my Winter Wonderland cocktail?” He wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, and you felt a tug on your arm. Gaeul caught onto the fact that you had met before, it seemed, not that you should have been surprised.

“Actually, it would be for my friend this time. She said it looked cool, so she would like to give it a try,” you explained to the bartender who seemed to take notice of the girl beside you only then. His smile didn’t falter though. If anything, it just became wider.

“Oh, so you even promoted my drink. I feel fluttered,” he exclaimed theatrically as he put a hand over his heart. Gaeul started giggling beside you right immediately.

��Too bad I’m already taken. I feel like we could get along well,” she blurted out joyfully as the bartender got cracking on the drink. Your eyes widened comically as you glanced in the girl’s direction, but she was her usual casual self, and Keeho didn’t seem to mind her comment either.

“We can still be friends, you know,” the boy shrugged his shoulders equally casually, and your assumption of him getting along well with everyone seemed to be true as they kept conversing. The chit-chat just flew naturally, and somewhere along the way, Gaeul even mentioned that even if she was with someone, you weren’t taken, and you just hit her arm playfully while Keeho let out a carefree laughter seeing your friendly banter.

“Note taken,” he concluded with a semi-childish smile, and you had a feeling that he didn’t take it seriously, but still… The fact that he didn’t say he was taken made you question whether he was just more private about his relationship status than your friend was, or he was actually single.

Anyways, you couldn’t keep up the conversation for too long because Keeho was working, so you stepped aside, leaning towards the counter while waiting for the boys to show up. You couldn’t help but glance in the bartender’s direction though, and once, you even caught his eyes, so you immediately turned away. You were sure your face flushed.

A couple more minutes went by, and Intak showed up with Jiung by his side. Hyunsuk had given Doyum a ride back home because they lived in the same neighbourhood, so that left you with only the other two coming back. As expected, Intak was more preoccupied with his girlfriend than with his bandmate who took that as a sign to leave. You would have liked to leave too, only leaving the lovebirds behind, but the two kept bickering, and Gaeul insisted that she wouldn’t leave until she finished her cocktail.

In the end, Intak drank probably half of it because he was also intrigued by the colour, and instead of putting the glass back on the counter like anyone else would, the girl waited until Keeho was free and passed it back onto the chatty bartender while you were having a few words with the bassist.

Gaeul came back smiling, and you gave her a puzzled look. She looked like she had been up to something, and her boyfriend caught onto that, too, asking about the reason behind her mischievous smile while throwing an arm around her shoulder.

“I’ve asked your favourite bartender when he is leaving, and I’ve also asked him to walk you back to the dorms,” she admitted giddily, and your jaw literally dropped. What was she thinking? Asking a practically stranger to walk you home? “Before you would protest, he said yes, and I also warned him that if he does anything inappropriate, I know where he works, so I could easily find and take care of him.”

“That’s my girl,” Intak hollered, pretty impressed, and raised his hand for a high-five. The girl joined in, and now you had two widely smiling faces staring at you, not just one.

“You know, you’re pretty crazy.”

“I know you love me. Thank me later when you get together,” she winked at you playfully, and even though you had a nervous knot in your stomach, you were actually not that terrified of Keeho walking you home. Sure, he might have been a stranger, but you had a feeling that he was one of those people who could befriend everyone or at least found a few topics to talk about with anyone, so at least your walk back to the dorms wouldn’t be that boring. Though you were pretty hungry too…

So you asked Gaeul when the bartender would be leaving because you were already pretty hungry, and she said 10 minutes top, so you decided to wait it out while Intak and Gaeul were in their own world, talking about the 7-month anniversary date that they would go on after this. They were a cute couple, a pretty fun on top of that, but you always felt like you were third-wheeling beside them no matter how inclusive they were.

Hence, you were actually relieved when Keeho showed up, and after Intak vibe checked him, your friend and her boyfriend sent you two on your way. You were just about to tell Keeho that you were hungry when he suggested grabbing something to eat.

“I was just about to say that.”

“I’m actually a mindreader, but don’t tell anyone,” Keeho put his index finger on his lips as if he wanted to shush you, and you nodded fervently as if you took his warning seriously. After that though, both of you burst into laughter, and the good mood carried on until you made your way to a nearby American-style diner where you got yourself a strawberry milkshake and some pancakes followed by Keeho’s example who said that they were the best pancakes in Seoul.

“Besides that, pancakes for dinner is a criminally underrated concept. Who said that it’s a breakfast food? I think I need to talk with them,” he blabbered mindlessly, making big hand gestures in the meantime. You couldn’t help but laugh at his exclamation, he just had that dramatic vibe around him, it was difficult to take him seriously.

As you two were having your dinner, the conversation didn't stop. Keeho was the type of person who could bring up any topic that came to his mind in between two bites, so it felt like one of those quiz shows where there were rapid rounds of questions you needed to answer. Not that the boy didn't give you enough time to answer, it was just that you jumped from one topic to another pretty quickly. Once you talked about your uni major, then you jumped onto your favourite songs, then favourite colour, then opinion on pineapple on pizza and so on. You got to know that he was working at the bar because he liked music, he liked getting to know people (though not drunk ones, he admitted with a semi-jokester smile), and because he was trying to make money for a European trip. He didn't yet know what he wanted to do as a profession, but he hoped that this trip could make him realise what his strength was, and how he could use that for a job.

"I think the fact that you get along so well with strangers is a pretty big strength in itself. You might think you aren't doing anything special, but I know that I wouldn't be able to do the same," you confessed straightforwardly, not ashamed that you were on the other end of the spectrum when it came to extroversion-introversion.

“What? I think we’ve overcome the strangers phase, haven’t we?” Keeho gaped dramatically, but continued on with a lighthearted laughter carrying his words. “For real though, I am usually outgoing, but there are people who can’t take my extraness and my extra sass, might I say, so sometimes it doesn’t really work out with them. I might be a bit oblivious, but I can sense when it’s reeeeally awkward with someone, so I just don’t force it then. I don’t feel like I have to force this conversation with you though,” he came to a halt and looked at you, expectantly. As the lights shone on him in that moment, you actually realised that his hair wasn’t totally black, it had deep blue strikes in it, too. It was pretty cool, and fit him and his outfit so well. Huh, how come you had not noticed it before?

“I hope I’m sensing it right,” he added hopefully, bringing you back to reality from your quite long stare at the boy’s hair and style. You tried to act coolly, hoping that he didn’t actually think that you were checking him out, more like zoning out (with him in the view).

“Yeah, absolutely. I was just curious. You seem like you can get along well with everyone.”

“Ah thanks,” he snickered and acted as if he flipped his hair. “That’s just my charm, I guess,” he added proudly before taking a few sips from his milkshake. You just shook your head; when he acted like this, he reminded you a bit of Gaeul, and how she was so eccentric sometimes, but maybe you found his behaviour charming because of the similarity to your friend.

A few seconds passed by without you two saying a word, just munching on your pancakes delightfully, but then, Keeho broke the silence.

"I know there are a lot of people-centric jobs out there, it's just that I haven't found the one yet. Though I don't mind my current job either. If nothing else comes, I'll be happy to continue doing it," he mentioned with a light, yet determined smile. You could tell that he was being honest, and you deemed that it was a great forte when people enjoyed what they were doing even while they were searching for something else. You remembered when you had that summer job as a shop assistant to raise money to go on a few day trip in the countryside with your high school friends, and while you were glad to have made money, you hadn't particularly enjoyed it.

"I mean, you're still young. You have time to figure it out."

"You say it like you're so old," he mentioned playfully, and you couldn't help but agree with him. You let out a giggle before explaining that you didn't even know that what you were studying for would end up being something you like as a real job, so you tried to reassure yourself with this in mind.

"I mean, what's there to worry about? What is meant to be will eventually happen," he pointed out with a casual shrug before taking another bite from his pancake. You nodded to his words because you also felt this way, and what better way to prove it than to look at yourself now with the chatty bartender from before.

The rest of the conversation went as smoothly as possible, filled with jokes and laughter and everything in between. Even though you were very different from Keeho in terms of your personalities, you didn't feel uneasy while being with him. If anything, it felt like you were perfectly at ease beside him because he made you feel good - in general and about yourself as well. You felt weightless as if you were in the clouds, and time passed by in a haze.

You only realised how late it was when you started yawning, and despite Keeho's joke about him boring you, he was the one who suggested going now. So you did, and even though you told him that he didn't have to feel compelled to walk you back to the dorms as per Gaeul's instructions, he insisted.

"I'm a gentleman. I absolutely must walk you home or else your friend will haunt me in my dreams," he faked being scared as he put his hands on his chest, but let out a laugh at the same time as you did.

You didn't protest though, so the walk to the dorms was equally as fun as the conversations with him before. You did get a few weird glances though when the boy suddenly broke into an Ariana Grande concert, but your face was red only because of laughing, not because of the embarrassment.

"You know, walking you back to the dorms was pretty fun when I didn't even know the route," Keeho admitted cheerily as you halted in front of the dorm building. His eyes were twinkling, shining oh so brightly and enthusiastically like a child’s. He did act like a big kid sometimes, but you found that really precious; that the world out there didn’t take this side away from him.

"But you did follow my lead well."

"I sure did, ma'am. You can also tell Gaeul about that," he continued being the prankster he was, but his facial expression soon turned more natural as he got out of his role. The creases on his forehead smoothened, the end of his lips curled upwards and instead of a cheeky smile, there was an almost melancholic smile on his face. A momentary silence struck you as you gazed at each other, looking for the right words to say. He had really pretty eyes, you noticed, and not just because of the life and joy in them, but because of their deep, dark yet gentle colour. You could probably stare at them for a while.

"I should probably head inside," you broke the silence, braving yourself to be the one to speak up first when you felt like it would have been inappropriate to stare at him any longer. He nodded, not taking your words to heart.

"Well, you know where to find me if you need some company. I usually have the same shift as today," he shared, not forcing you to stay in contact but giving you the opportunity to see him nevertheless.

"I will. Thanks for everything," you were about to bid your goodbye with a wave of your hand and a wide smile when your phone beeped with a message. You fished your phone out of your pocket and looked down at it, then at the bartender in front of you. He was already looking at you, his boyish smile on full display.

"Did Gaeul give you my number?"

"She did, but I wasn't sure whether she gave me a fake one or not, so I wanted to try it out before you leave," he confessed as he scratched the back of his neck. He seemed giddy and cheeky, almost child-like with that smile on his lips and his eyes twinkling, and your heart felt warm at the sight.

Now that he checked that the given phone number was real, he let you go your way, but he stood there in front of the building until you got out of his sight, and he stopped waving excitedly only when you stepped into the building. You shook your head in disbelief, but you also found yourself smiling.

If somebody had told you that you would end up walking back to the dorms with a boy like him, you wouldn't have believed them. That night, however, was full of surprises, and getting to know Keeho was the best of all.

🎲 CONGRATS! THIS IS THE END OF THE GAME

🎲 WANNA CHECK OUT ANOTHER ENDING?

🍀JIUNG

🍀THEO

A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

At first, I was pretty scared to get cracking on this series because I've never written anything like this before, but I think each ending has its own charm, so I'm happy that I could finish it. *-* I'm always fascinated by the idea of chance encounters and many different possibilities leading to a certain ending, so that's what I wanted to show here, too.

Let me know what you think! Did you like the idea behind the series?

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Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

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biussworld · 1 year

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love roulette | jiung

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with JIUNG.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x musician!jiung

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol

♦️ Word count: 2.5k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul, @dat-town

🎲 READ FURTHER FOR JIUNG'S ENDING

Despite your initial wary feelings about the rest of the gig, it went by without any mishap. Taeyang seemed to enjoy himself by your side, so you were relieved, and tried to concentrate on the band instead. Their songs were good, and you didn’t say that just because you knew them. Their songs were your cup of tea, and the guys seemed to enjoy themselves fully when they were performing, so it was not only amazing to listen to them, but it was also fun to see them.

By the end of their performance, they also covered Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend, and changed the lyrics to boyfriend, and it was one of your favourite songs in your teens, so you were super hyped to hear it again. Not to mention that the rockish vibe fit the boys and their vocals so much, especially Jiung’s. You always had a thing for vocalists in bands, and he had such a strong and versatile one, it was soft and velvety for slower, more sentimental songs, but it appeared tough and deep when the song was more upbeat or outright frustrated like this one. You couldn’t even take your eyes off the said boy, he was enjoying himself so much on the stage, it was almost hypnotising.

Yet, with their cover coming to an end, their performance also came to an end. The cheers were loud and enthusiastic when they bid their goodbye, and your heart swelled with pride. Even though your boyfriend wasn’t in the band like Gaeul’s, you rooted for Evergreen to make it big because they were truly talented, so you were glad to see the audience’s positive reaction.

Gaeul was so pumped up that she couldn’t stop smiling, and she reached for your arms to link your arms. In the meantime, she inquired from Taeyang if he enjoyed the performance, and he did. He admitted that he was actually there for the gig, and if anything could lift your friend’s spirit even more, it was his answer.

Before she could go on full fangirl mode though, the boy announced that he would head out now that the performance was over and you two also found each other. Both you and Gaeul were truly grateful for him, and your friend even wanted to make him stay after hearing how you had ended up meeting each other, but he was adamant on leaving.

“He was a cute guy,” the girl smacked your side playfully once he left, but you just laughed it off. The last thing you wanted after the little incident with that rude guy was for her to play a matchmaker. You had enough drama for one day.

“Are the guys coming soon?” You inquired from her instead, knowing that they needed a bit of a cool-down to settle things with the organisers and to take care of their instruments before they could join you.

“Yeah. Intak just sent me a message that he will come soon, Hyunsuk’s parents will take care of the instruments. Hyunsuk just got his driving licence a few weeks ago, and they don’t really trust him with it,” she chirped with a joyous giggle, and you had an amusing time imagining the super tall drummer arguing with his parents over driving. You knew that the boys’ parents usually assisted with their instruments when they needed to bring their own ones to a gig, and you also knew that the drummer was set on getting a driving licence to not burden his parents, but it seemed that they didn’t fully trust him yet.

While waiting for the boys to finish, the thought crossed your mind that you should probably leave because big crowds didn’t make you feel comfortable, especially now that there was nothing else to focus on. However, at that moment, your stomach grumbled, and Gaeul heard it, so she insisted that you join them and the boys for some post-gig dinner. You knew that it was better if you didn’t protest, and truthfully, you were actually really hungry, so you opted for staying.

“Heeey!” Intak hollered enthusiastically as he came from behind Gaeul and hugged her tight. The girl instinctively elbowed him and told him not to scare her like that, but the boy couldn’t stay back for long, and so their banter started. It was a usual sight, but it was undeniably something that made you feel like you were third wheeling. Except that this time, there was also Jiung by your side witnessing the scene, and from the slight blush creeping onto his face, you had a feeling that he felt just as single watching the couple’s lovey-dovey actions as you did.

“Doesn’t it feel like we’re interrupting something?” Jiung leaned over with a dimpled smile, a mild case of a flushed face presented. You smiled back at him and nodded.

“I know this feeling all too well.”

“Now I know why Gaeul doesn’t visit the practices. Intak would be too distracted by her presence,” the guitarist pointed out, but there was no malice in his voice. He merely seemed gentle and friendly, and a bit of teasing, too.

“I could imagine that. She keeps talking about him.”

“It’s like we aren’t even here,” he concluded, seeing how the two were still in their own world, totally ignoring what you were just talking about, or the fact that you were actually talking about them. They were currently arguing about their height difference, and how Gaeul didn’t like being called short, but Intak, the ever so smug one, couldn’t stop emphasising the fact that he was so much taller than her, and it made for the perfect back hugs (just like in those kdramas he started watching because of the girl). To that, she retorted that if he wanted that to stay that way, he shouldn’t call her petite because she was insecure about her height anyway.

“Do you guys want to continue without us?” Jiung dared to interrupt them, slightly raising his voice to get his words across. As if caught red-handed, the couple looked back, a tiny bit alarmed and a bit guilty, too.

“There’s no need for that, but uhm… I actually had something planned for us. After all, it’s our 7-month anniversary,” Intak admitted as he scratched the back of his neck, and if you didn’t know him, you would say that he was sheepish. However, Hwang Intak was usually not coy. Well, not until it was about something related to Gaeul.

“I’ve told you we don’t need to celebrate our anniversary every month,” the girl muttered, but you could see her frustration dissolving and gratitude taking its place. She was still a bit sulky, her lips pouty, but she gave in to go to the place her boyfriend had in mind, and somewhere along the way, that meant that you and Jiung were going out for dinner without them.

“Are the other boys not coming?” You asked the vocalist as you were about to leave, and he explained that Hyunsuk gave Doyum a lift because they were living in the same neighbourhood, so they both went home right after the concert. You nodded, not knowing about this piece of information beforehand, but it made sense for them to leave together with Hyunsuk’s parents after all.

“Is it a problem that it’s just the two of us?” Jiung turned to you, suddenly concerned, after leaving all that noise behind. He furrowed his eyebrows, worry deepening the creases on his forehead, and if anything, he looked like a soaked puppy with that expression.

“Oh no, no, it’s not a problem. Not at all,” you protested right away, making an X sign with your arms in front of your chest. Even though you had never spent time together with Jiung without the others around, you weren’t afraid of spending time together with just him. He seemed like a nice guy, one that even your mother would approve of. “I was just curious,” you mumbled as an added explanation, and watched as his features softened. You had heard from Gaeul that the boys sometimes called him a squirrel, and even though you couldn’t see it in him so far, now you could see it now. He was a cute one.

Considering that Jiung lived close to the venue, he knew the area well, so he suggested a bakery that was open until late at night, and not only served delicious pastries but amazing hot drinks as well - something that you could appreciate on this chilly fall night. Maybe something warm would do good to your throat after chugging down that icy cocktail.

When you got to the bakery, you were immediately mesmerised by the beautiful decoration. It had such a homey feel to it with all the plants hanging from the ceiling and occupying spaces on shelves and tables, flowers and birds painted on the walls in a unique yet aesthetic style, and a huge bookshelf filled with more or less worn-out books that were up for an exchange - if you had one book that you didn’t want to keep, you could bring it here and exchange it for another one according to the announcement board attached to it.

“Oh my god, I love this place! This is such a cool idea, too!” You exclaimed in awe as you pointed at the bookshelf, and Jiung looked back at you with bright, twinkling eyes.

“I’m glad you like it. I love taking advantage of this exchange because it would be a shame to throw out books even if I don’t like them, yet don’t want to read them again.”

“Right. I agree,” you nodded enthusiastically, and without realising, your smile was still plastered onto your face, wide and bright as ever. You only took notice of it when you kept looking at each other with Jiung, and he looked away shyly as if he had been affected by your expression.

Instead of gazing at each other, you followed the boy to an empty table close to the bookshelf, and after getting your orders, you got started on your pastries and hot drinks. You had the most beautiful latte art on your almond latte too - you had what seemed like a sunflower made from the foam.

“So, Gaeul said that you’re roommates at the dorms,” Jiung noted in between little bits of his pastry. He looked up at you as if waiting for your confirmation, so you bobbed your head. “What’s your major?”

So you told him about your major, and what field you could imagine yourself in. He was pretty curious - not annoyingly nosy, but he listened attentively enough to ask good questions about your studies -, so you ended up telling him about your classes too, and how Gaeul and you hit it off from the start, and even about the malfunctioning microwaves on campus. He giggled hearing the last one, and you laughed at his reaction, your heart filling up with joy.

In return, you asked about Jiung’s side. He shared with you that he studied music theory at uni - to that, you couldn’t help but tease him when he admitted that he wasn’t studying at your uni but one further away from his parents’ house -, and that it helped him think of innovative ways to try out different sounds and song structures. Even though a lot of it was just theory - hence the name -, he could still apply what he learned in practice, and he shared a few examples too, but you had no idea about anything deep into such music stuff, so you just listened.

He explained everything nevertheless, and it was adorable of him to do so, he really didn’t have to. However, it could easily be seen that he loved music passionately because his whole body language screamed passion when he was telling you all about it. It was in the way his hand gestures became bigger, his tone became more dynamic, his eyes had life and joy and play in them, his shoulders easened into a comfortable position, and his gaze didn’t dart off of yours nervously, instead, it stayed on yours, boring deep into your soul.

As you were just sitting there in the cosy little café, tranquillity hovering over the room, the buzz of the outside world quieting, all you could see were the stars in his eyes, the shade of his orbs, the curve of his lips. He was the kind of person that radiated comfort - the umbrella on a rainy day, the first ray of sunshine after a storm, the warm soup for an upset stomach -, and you were grateful that you had this tiny eternity with him when you felt like time went by both too fast and too slow.

Plates empty, mugs emptied, one of the waitresses came up to notify you of the closing time nearing. You didn’t need more prompting to leave (although both of you were a bit taken aback that it was already time), and as you stepped outside and turned towards the boy, he scratched the back of his neck and offered:

“Should I walk you to the dorms? I mean, it’s pretty late and dark, but if you don’t want me to, that’s fine,” he justified nervously before you could even open your mouth. Hearing his jumbled words, your lips slowly curled into a shy smile.

“Sure, I’d love that,” you gave in, thankful that he didn’t want to put an end to your conversation either. He was living close by either way, so you didn’t even have to worry about him getting home too late because he walked you back.

And so he did walk you back, although you didn’t speak too much on the way, and since he wasn’t living in the dorms, he halted when you reached the building. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other as you were trying to figure out how to say goodbye, but he was better at it, it seemed.

“I guess, I’ll see you around then? I mean, if you come to more gigs in the future, we’ll meet for sure,” he explained as if you didn’t know what he meant by that. You did know, but the way he felt the need to justify his words made your heart flutter a bit.

“Of course. It wasn’t the only time I wanted to see you guys perform.”

“That’s a relief then,” he admitted with a coy smile tinting his lips that probably mirrored yours. It’s funny how you had talked to him before, but it seemed like you hadn’t really talked back then. He seemed like a different person in your eyes now, not just the surface level Choi Jiung.

“Goodnight,” you wished genuinely, and with the image of him waving after you engraved into your mind, you turned around to walk into the dorms.

🎲 CONGRATS! THIS IS THE END OF THE GAME

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🍀KEEHO

🍀THEO

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love roulette | theo

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with THEO.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x uni student!theo

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol, a dude who doesn't understand no

♦️ Word count: 2.1k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

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🎲 READ FURTHER FOR THEO'S ENDING

You couldn't help feeling a bit like a burden for Taeyang while he was standing there beside you, but you deemed that he wouldn't have offered to accompany you and proceed to stay beside you if he hadn't been in the slightest interested in the band's play. Right?

Nevertheless, it was a funny feeling, you couldn't describe it any other way. There was this boy who had practically saved you from that weird, probably tipsy dude, and he had not only done that, but he had suggested staying together to find your friend and had stood beside you ever since. You felt touched by his gesture, and also a bit vulnerable - like a child who needed someone to look over her. You didn't usually like depending on other people, but you realised that you didn't feel uncomfortable beside Taeyang. In fact, you felt rather safe.

You kept glancing at him during the concert to see if he was enjoying himself, and sometimes, you caught him already looking at you which made you blush. Gosh, you were probably overreacting, but at least, the lights around were dim, so he might not have seen the pink hue of your cheeks. The thought was definitely helping to pacify the crazy beating of your heart, faster than the song the band was currently playing.

The second part of the gig seemed to go by in a blink of an eye, and even though you were ready to explain the whole situation from earlier to Gaeul right away, she didn't seem interested in that. Instead, she asked Taeyang about his opinion on the band, and the boy took his time to give an elaborated answer which was very much appreciated by the girl. Gaeul was proud of not only her boyfriend but the whole band, no wonder she practically beamed when the boy admitted that he had come specifically for them.

"The bassist is my boyfriend, by the way," she donned a proud smile, flipping her hair as if to show off, but she started giggling in the next second. "Sorry. I'm just super happy when people like their music."

Taeyang, who might have seemed pretty rigid so far, appeared almost gentle as the ends of his lips curled upwards. He was so much softer this way, his eyes turning smaller, narrower like little crescents, and a dimple popped off around his lips. He might have looked elegant and chic with his chin-length, burgundy hair, but when he was smiling, he seemed a lot more approachable than before.

"It's okay. You have every right to be proud of them," he mentioned in a friendly manner, and Gaeul turned to you, raising an eyebrow in question.

"So how did you two meet in those rare minutes when my introverted friend was away from me?"

There it was, the Gaeul you knew. If it hadn't been for her, you might have felt like she was throwing you under the bus, but Gaeul was your friend who might have been a lot more outgoing than you were, but she had only good intentions. So you took that as a compliment instead.

"Oh well, Taeyang helped me out when a random guy grabbed my wrist to make me stay with him after telling him no.”

"Whaaat?" Now the girl was absolutely horrified, her hands balled into fists. Since she had had a rather unfortunate encounter with a rude guy last time, she was even more worked up than usual, but you - as in you and Taeyang - managed to reassure her that nothing had actually happened because the boy had shown up in time. “Thank god though. You’re her knight in shining armour. Especially with your hair, it’s really prince-like,” Gaeul blabbered in a more joyful tone, and if you had thought that there was a more heart-warming sight than Taeyang smiling, it was definitely him getting shy, his ears turning slightly red.

You were sure that you could get lost in the sight, but someone slid into your vision at that time.

“Who’s prince-like?” A low voice inquired, mischief hiding in his tone. “Were you talking about me?” Intak wiggled his eyebrows at his girlfriend, throwing his arms around her shoulder. The girl smacked him in the chest in return, and the bassist jumped back, but only a bit. He leaned into her as fast as he had stepped away.

What was more amusing than this sight was the way Intak immediately befriended Taeyang, especially after he heard that the burgundy-haired boy was there for their gig. Just half an hour ago, you didn’t even know that he existed, and now, him and Intak were talking as if they had been best friends, and you weren’t blind to not notice Gaeul’s glances in your direction. You pleaded with your eyes to not hear any teasing from her, and she actually didn’t do so. Instead, she just left you there with Taeyang once Intak started whining that he was hungry (and that he already had a place in mind because it was their 7-month anniversary). It was as if she had waited for her boyfriend to give her the green light, and bamm, they were already out.

"Would you like to grab something, too?" Taeyang inquired before the awkward silence could fall upon the two of you. You nodded swiftly, giving in without thinking twice.

"Yeah, sure. That's a good idea," you replied with a smile. The truth is, you hadn't had dinner before the gig because you hadn't been hungry, but now you definitely were. Even though you had expected to have dinner with Gaeul and maybe her boyfriend or the whole band, it seemed that they wanted to have dinner only with the two of them in their lovey-dovey atmosphere (or that they wanted to leave you two there together after Gaeul had classified the burgundy-haired boy your knight in shining armour).

Since the boy didn't seem shy about it or anything of the sort, it was easier to not think too much into it. After all, he didn't appear rude or as someone who had ulterior motives, so even though he was still practically a stranger, you didn't feel weirded out by the idea that you were having dinner together. It wasn't even a fancy place you opted for either, it was a casual tteokbokki place, and you had a corner table to yourselves, so it was all good. The place was packed, but the noise wasn't that bad compared to the concert, so you could converse as normal people without shouting over your warming bowls of food.

While talking, you actually realised that you had much more in common with the boy than you would have thought so. Firstly, he not only went to the same uni and department as you did, but he was also living in the dorms. Considering that Gaeul said that it was a uni get-together (well, she did advertise it on the uni's social media sites as Evergreen's so-called social media manager), it shouldn't have come as a surprise, but anyone could have come to the venue that day, so it wasn't like you were destined to bump into someone who was studying a similar field as you, at the same uni on top of that. Still, it gave you plenty of topics to talk about such as the professor you both despised because of his robotic voice, the vending machines that never seemed to work in one of the buildings, the park on campus that was a true beauty but had ducks with killing stares, and your favourite foodie places around. Your conversation flew naturally, and after a while, you didn't talk only about uni, but everything that came to mind from your family to places on your bucket list.

Taeyang had a natural conversational side to him, but as opposed to the chatty bartender, he had a more serious air to him, too. It didn't mean that he didn't like joking around because he did, but most of the time, you giggled at his reactions (judging stare, wide eyes and all that) instead of what he said. Seriously, he had such hilarious reactions, you weren't surprised that his friends liked to tease him about it.

Plus, you realised that just as much as you were an introvert, you didn't mind talking to him. In fact, you enjoyed getting to know him, and your usual overthinking self didn't decide to kick you in the ass either while having dinner, so really, it went a lot better than you had expected.

As you were walking back to the dorms together, you felt your gratitude washing over you again, so you decided to thank him again for his help back at the club. To that, the boy didn't blush or freeze. Instead, he explained why he had opted to assist you.

"It was only right of me. I have a little sister, and I would hate for her to go through something similar with douchebags like the guy at the bar," he reasoned firmly, but there was an edge to his words. He was frustrated, but not only with what had happened, but also how it could happen to his sister as well, and that truly warmed your heart. He must have loved his little sister a lot.

"How old is she?"

"17. At an age where she couldn't think of a better activity than going outside with her friends late at night," he shook his head like a nagging mother would do, but there was softness in his action.

"You didn't spend time outside at her age?" You mused out loud, a semi-teasing smile making its way to your face. Taeyang, the ever so judging, looked at you as if you had thought that he had killed a man.

"I was a good kid, okay? I knew when to go outside and when not to."

"Okay, okay, I was just asking," you raised your arms in front of your chest, a bit of a peace offering, and as he looked at your reaction, he let out a wholehearted laughter. His laugh was pretty amusing in itself, so you soon found yourself laughing along with him.

This way, the trip back to the dorms was a joyous one, and you realised as you stepped foot inside the building that you could have listened to him some more. It was a bit too bad that the tteokbokki place was so close to the dorms, you deemed.

You stepped in front of the elevator, and while waiting for it to come down, you felt uncertainty bubbling up inside of you. Did he feel the same way? Was he disheartened that you were already at the dorms? Did he want to talk more to you, too? What if he didn't, and you were the only one who was glad to have bumped into him at the bar?

Your doubts were nullified the moment Taeyang broke the silence.

"Do you want to exchange numbers?"

You felt like your head suffered whiplash, you turned towards him so quickly. The smile that bloomed on your lips was rather swift as well.

"Sure. In case there's another gig at the bar or something at the dorms."

"I mean, we can stay in touch for other reasons, too," he suggested casually with a shrug of his shoulders, and you didn't even have time to be bewildered. The elevator arrived right then, and you hopped in, quickly exchanging numbers before you halted at your floor.

"Thank you for everything today. Take care!" You bid your goodbye as you stepped out. You might have been silly, but you even waved at the boy who dropped a charming, almost touched smile.

"See you around," he said before the elevator doors closed on him, before he could see the pink hue painting your cheeks.

If somebody had told you that you would end up walking back to the dorms with a boy like him, you wouldn't have believed them. That night, however, was full of surprises, and meeting Taeyang was the best of all.

🎲 CONGRATS! THIS IS THE END OF THE GAME

🎲 WANNA CHECK OUT ANOTHER ENDING?

🍀JIUNG

🍀KEEHO

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Keeho ✧ 9:25pm [M]

✧ P1Harmony Keeho x fem!reader ✧ words: ~800 ✧ genre: smut (thigh riding, fingering, choking, a bit of praise (all fem receiving)) ✧ warnings: none

Author’s note: This is all because of his new hair color… bye

"Steph..." you breathe out while you run your fingers through his short white hair slowly. He hums in response, palms pressing down on your hips and he raises his eyebrows cockily. He always gets like that when he knows he has you at his mercy, and you start calling him Steph instead of Keeho.

You let your other hand dance down his chest, grazing the skin that isn't covered by his unbuttoned shirt only slighty, and your hand comes to rest on his growing bulge that’s putting a strain on his pants.

"Nuh-uh," he mutters and he removes your hand. "I wanna have something to watch first." The way he keeps his voice low sends a shiver down your spine, and when he makes you roll your hips in his lap once, your eyelids flutter shut. The friction is only minimal when your core comes in contact with his thigh, yet the anticipation for what's to come makes heat rush through your whole body.

"You're gorgeous," he whispers, causing you to open your eyes and to look at him. He drags his hands up from the waistband of your skirt and makes them disappear under your shirt, palms running up your stomach and chest and then back down, only to peel the piece of clothing off you in one swift motion. Once it's tossed to the ground, Keeho brings you in for a kiss, lips pressed against yours chastely in order to tease you. You whine at his playfulness, and you can immediately see him grinning victoriously. Then he connects his lips to yours in a kiss that is quickly deepened, and you lose yourself in the way he kisses you with so much want and passion.

"Babe," he mutters against your lips, just before breaking the kiss. "Be good and get yourself off on me, yeah?" Breathless, all you can do is nod. You reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the ground and then you reach for your boyfriend's wrists to bring his hands up to your chest. A lustful glint flares up in his eyes at your bold motion, and it doesn't take any more than that to convey to him what you want him to do. As he starts slowly massaging your breasts, you place your arms loosely around his shoulders and begin to grind down on his thigh. The friction makes you moan and you throw your head back.

"So pretty..." Keeho sighs and he uses the opening to attach his lips to your neck. Taken by surprise, you mewl at the touch, but you don't stop moving your hips. You tug at the short strands of hair at the back of his head when you feel his teeth grazing your neck, nipping at the delicate skin. He kisses his way up to your jaw and eventually connects his lips with yours, while he takes one hand away from your chest and he slips it around your throat. You moan into the kiss, moving your hips faster while he gradually makes you go crazy.

"Fuck," you mutter when he pulls back, and you hear him chuckle in response. Tightening his grip on your neck, he asks,

"What? You're gonna cum already?" All you can do is moan his name in response, chasing your high as your head starts to spin.

"Steph... fuck..." you mewl. "Am I pretty to you like this?"

"Very..." he answers.

"Am I pretty... with your hand around my neck?" you ask once again, and you can feel that you're about to tumble over the edge. Keeho chuckles at your question, and he slips his other hand underneath you, fingers sliding inside your soaked panties.

"So wet," he comments when his fingertips come in contact with your core, and you cry out when he slips two digits inside with ease.

"Fuck, Steph!" You grind down on his hand now, as his fingers pump in and out of you quickly. "I-... I'm gonna cum...!" He hums at your words in appreciation, keeping a steady pace, and mere seconds later your orgasm hits you. You clench around his fingers, calling out his name with every wave of pleasure shaking your body, and as you're coming down from your high, he pulls out carefully.

"Such a good girl," he coos, leaning in to kiss you, and hooking his arms under your thighs to pick you up as he stands. He carries you over to the bedroom, sharing needy kisses in between, and when he throws you onto the mattress, climbing on top of you, he says,

"Now it's my turn."

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⇢ ˗ˏˋdom keeho

keeho x gn reader

cw- nsfw, usually i would put everything thats nsfw yk but theyre just short ass headcannon things so

Dom Keeho who overstimulates you until you can’t feel your body anymore, but ends up Feeling bad afterwards.

Dom Keeho who will make you suck his fingers till your tearing up.

Dom keeho who purposely stops doing the things you like, just to hear you beg.

Dom keeho who bites your thighs.

Dom keeho who wraps your hands up with his ties.

Dom keeho who looks up at you in admiration, his head resting on your thigh when you need a break.

Dom keeho who, no matter how rough you were, almost immediately gets super soft after a session. or makes fun of you

Dom keeho who loves giving degradation.

Dom keeho who makes sure you exit your head space properly.

Dom keeho who makes up for the degradation with praise during aftercare.

Dome keeho who was soft the first time you had sex, preparing you maybe a bit too much before actually going all the way.

Dom keeho who easily lifts you up and fucks you against a wall.

Dom keeho who also loves to just spend the night making out, leading to nothing more. Just hearing your heavy breathing mixed with his, along with occasional moan and whines.

Dom keeho who slaps your face or inner thigh when your being bratty.

Dom keeho who also looks at sex as a way to get connected to you.

Dom keeho who is open to using toys during sex if you reaaaalllyy want to, wanting whatever you need to feel your best pleasure. Still, he can’t help but feel a little pissed off.

Dom keeho who Cums on your stomach and/or thighs if your having unprotected sex. (be safe not stupid)

Dom keeho who pushes your head down on his dick just so you don’t see his face since he knows how much you want to.

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p1h hyung line + intak x female idol reader

summary - this request

cw's are gonna be put at the beginning before each members headcanon

a/n- i wrote this on a mobile and proof read it on my laptop so sry if it looks weird lmaoo (i also kinda gave up on proof reading half way through)

keeho

cw- anxiety and a little suggestive if you squint

✭ you were at an award show and you had asked keeho to accompany you, not wanting it to be ‘embarrassing’ or ‘awkward’ by yourself. and plus? an excuse to see keeho in a suite?

✭ He obviously said yes (not after saying it wouldn’t be embarrassing or anything in his own way)

✭ “Y/n, even IF you WERE to embarrass yourself, what’s the worst that could happen? You could die. BUT! then, you wouldn’t even know or remember what you did so ??”

✭ Anywho.

✭ Eventually everyone had to take their seats and sit down

✭ another idol who was sitting behind you ended up asking for your number

✭ You took your phone out of your purse but you didn’t even get to unlock it before keeho grabbed it out of your hand.

✭ You looked at keeho for a split second before turning back to the idol behind you.

✭ “Sorry, I can’t find my phone and I don’t remember my number” you said before laughing slightly awkwardly. what idol doesnt remember their own number? so professional. You felt keeho subtly slide his hand up to your thigh.

✭ “Oh no, it’s ok. Would it be ok if I gave you mine then? Maybe put it in yours when you can?”

✭ Keeho’s hand slid up higher on your thigh and squeezed gently, but tightly.

✭ “Yeah of Course! That’s fine.”

✭ Once the idol gave you his number keeho took the paper out of your hand and gave you your phone back.

✭ Mf acted as if he didn’t do shit and took his hand off of your thigh.

✭ “What the hell keeho?” you whisper yelled.

“What?” he answered before a pause. “You got my number?”

“Yeah, keeho, I have your number.” Duh.?

“Good. I’m the only guys number you need.”

He picked up your hand in his and kissed it, placing your guys’ hands in between your right leg and his left leg.

Theo

cw- harassment

✭it started with you asking Theo to go to the mall with you as you were a little uneasy about going alone.

✭theo has been subtly flirting with you more and more lately.

✭complementimg small details about your makeup, buying you small things, becoming more physical, ect.

✭today, though with him spending pretty much the whole day with you he took opportunitys whenever he saw them.

✭ picking out a piece of jewelry he thinks would complement your skin tone, or eyes, or you would just like in general. Pick out a piece of clothing and have you tr it on and come out to show him what it looks like after AND pay for it if you like it bc he brought it up yk??

✭when you were done shopping, the two of you stopped at the food court.

✭it's was the summer so you dressed for the weather. Duh.

✭you were wearing a black denim skirt and a tight purple shirt with a few other acsessories.

✭as you guys were ordering your food, you noticed a group of teenage looking boys.

✭they seemed to notice you first tho, eyeing you up and down.

✭even when you and Theo sat down the boys continued to eye you, only this time, they're eyes stopped on your sitting legs and your butt pressed down on the malls seat.

✭you were pulled away when you felt a light piece of long fabric drape across your lap.

✭it was theos flannel.

✭true gentleman frfr

✭he moved his chair closer to yours and hugged you from the side, resting his head in your shoulder for a minute.

✭"thank you" you whisper "of course love." he whispers back and kisses the nape of your neck. He pulled away from you and slides his arm that was around your shoulders to your hand, interlocking them.

Intak

cw- a little suggestive, swearing

✭you were hanging out with intak and the rest of p1h

✭being with each other, being able to help and Inspier each other was helpful for writing lyrics and everything

✭you and intak have always had sortve unspoken tention.

✭and a tention that everyone picked up on.

✭so much so, that everyone fr thought you guys were already dating but we're purposely making it awkward in a failed attempt to hide that you were dating.

✭but like. You weren't dating?

✭you tripped, causing some of your food to roll off of your plate, on the floor, and quickly devoured by your dog.

✭"oh shit! Really?"

✭intak was quick to offer you his (even tho he already bit a bit off of it)

✭"nah dude you ate off of it."

✭ "not like you really care, the amount of times you've probably sucked each other faces off." keeho said.

✭ "huh?"

✭ you and intak looked at each other and back to Keeho "we've never....?"

✭ "you've never made out!?!??"

✭ "no?? We've never even done anything remotely like that??"

✭ "for real?? And you've been dating for how long?"

✭"were not dating either!" both you and Intak said

✭ When everyone was leaving you asked intak to stay behind for a minute.

✭"have fun" keeho winked.

✭intak rolled his eyes and you grabbed his arm, turning him around to face you. "can we?" you whispered.

"can we what?" intak asked almost just as quiet.

You might of awnserd him too fast "date?"

he started noding franticly. LMAOOO "i-uh-yea-yeah" he stutterd.

"Ok bye!" you rushed him out, both of you blusing I hate when ppl put that in ff

"oh, oh-Kay? Well-"

"I'll text you!" you yelled pushing him towards everyone else.

Jiung

cw- reader is a little bit of a cry baby, mini makeout session

✭you and jiung have been hanging out almost all day

✭you guys had both gotten off tour only a few days apart from the other and both of you jumped to see each other

✭so now here you were. Both of you sitting on the couch in your doms living room.

✭and talking about kissing??

✭you don't even remember how or when it got brought up.

✭"so your telling me you've NEVER kissed a guy before?" jiung asked surprised at the statement you had just made.

"never. I've wanted to! I've just never acted on it and no guy has ever kissed me, but There's only been a handful of guys I've actually wanted to kiss so honestly, I think I don't mind the fact that I've never kissed a guy. I think I would've just pulled away u less it was THE guy." you ranted.

"oh yeah? And who's THE guy?" he smirked.

"mkay, your getting cocky now." you rolled your eyes.

"hey, I'm just asking." jiung threw his hands up in defence.

A minute of silence washed over you guys before you awnserd.

"I can't tell you jiung." you whisperd.

The sudden shift in energy worried jiung slightly.

As tears started to prick in your eyes, you try to 'subtly' move to your right, away from jiung.

Jiung gently pressed the palm of his hand on your the bottom of your wrist and rapped his fingers around the rest of your wrist. "hey, hey. What wrong? Why are you moving away from me?" he put his other hand on your right wrist and pulls your slightly closer, him himself scooting closer to you.

"I can't tell you because your gonna be mad." you say your voice high and shaking from trying not to cry.

Jiung things for a second before shaking his head. "tell me what?"

"the guy" you sniff, actually crying now.

Jiung loosened bis fingers and moved his hands to hold onto yours. "oh, baby, I already know who the guy is. Keeho told me awhile ago, I just started flirting with you more and wait how long it would take for you to say something. I was just teasing, baby."

"really?" you sniffed again. "because I swear, jiung, if your just playing with me right now-"

Jiung cut you off and pulled you into a hug. "I'm not. I promise you I'm not."

You pulled jiung away from the hug by his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss.

It's was a sloppy kiss, but not in a sexual way. More in a "I'm still crying" type of way. Jiung could slightly feel your tears. Both of you could taste the saltness from some of your tears too.

Jiung pulled away first and wipped your tears away with him thumb. "you don't need to be crying anymore it's ok." he laughed a little at the end.

"I know, I just- I-I thought you would be-" you sighed, giving up on talking. You went over to him for another kiss exept this one was more heated. Like all the pent up tention, finally being able to be released.

Jiung moved his hands down to hold onto your waist.

You took his bottom lip in between your teeth and gently pulled on it as you pulled away.

You've finally composed yourself enough to speak clearly. "thank you" you say.

Jiung moves his hands under your shirt but moved them back to your waist and started to rub slow circles on your bare skin with his thumbs. "thank you."

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Keeho Layouts

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⏆ ˚ ﹒ 🌐 yoon keeho layouts + icons ˖ !

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Makeout Sessions with P1Harmony

✧ P1Harmony Keeho, Theo, Jiung, Intak x reader ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: suggestive

(requested)

Keeho:

After a long day, you’re finally having your long awaited date with your boyfriend Keeho. You invited him over to your place to order food together and to talk and maybe watch a movie, but when the doorbell rings and you let him in, you don’t expect him to immediately wrap one arm around your waist and to kiss you. However, you’re not opposed to his sudden action, and so you feel nothing but excitement when he pushes you up against the door after closing it, and you kiss him back until he parts from you. “Didn’t think you wanted to see me that bad,” you remark, shooting him a grin, while you’re still breathless from the kiss. Next thing you know, you find Keeho’s lips pressed against yours again. “I couldn’t wait to kiss you again,” he mumbles against your mouth, and you smile in amusement, causing the kiss to break. “You wanted to kiss me that badly?” “Should I stop?” He challenges you, pupils growing dark, and you shake your head. “That’s not what I meant,” you whisper before putting your hand behind his neck and bringing him in for another deep kiss. You feel his fingertips sneaking their way past the hem of your shirt, and gliding up your stomach. You moan into the kiss at his touches and at the way he presses his hips against yours, and you let him deepen the kiss when he runs the tip of his tongue across your lower lip. Teeth nibbling on your lips before breaking the kiss, he draws a sigh out of you. “I think dinner can wait,” you mumble, and as your boyfriend nods at you, he is already pulling you towards your bedroom.

Theo:

“We should get up.” You hear Taeyang’s voice right beside your ear as he softly shakes you by the shoulders and you let out a pained noise. “Too early…” you mumble, but he insists. “You slept long enough,” he says. “It’s time to get up.” “No...” you whine, and you glance up at him, hovering above you. Without thinking twice, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him towards you. Then you brush your lips against his, and when you catch him humming at your kiss, you grin to yourself and you grant him a proper kiss. “Babe… I know what you’re trying to do…” your boyfriend mumbles against your mouth, and despite the complaint you can tell he’s about to give in and stay in bed with you. “Is that so…?” you whisper, and before he can answer your lips melt against his again. As his weight becomes heavier on top of you, you feel your roles slowly flip, and he takes the lead as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. Pinning you against the mattress with his body, you let him kiss you stupid, raking your fingers into his hair. But everytime you tug at his bright dyed strands, he only becomes more eager. Thoughts about getting up are long gone for both of you as your limbs get tangled, palms searching the other’s body, and moans escape your open mouthed kisses. Eventually Taeyang lets his lips travel to your nape, and heat rushes to your core when his plump lips come in contact with your sensitive skin. “Let’s stay in bed a while longer…” you suggest, and you know he hates that you ruined his plan of getting up early simply because he doesn’t get to have his way. However, the manner in which he shoots you a glare before kissing you rough, and how his hands have already slipped past your clothes tells you that he’ll make sure he’ll at least have his way with you now.

Jiung:

You and your boyfriend Jiung are watching a movie, when you notice him being unusually touchy today. It starts with him just resting his hand on your thigh - nothing too out of the ordinary - but when he begins to squeeze and eventually his fingertips are gripping the inside of your leg, you decide to shoot him a probing look. You find him not focused on the movie anymore at all. Instead, his gaze is resting on your body, and when you catch him staring red-handed, you think you can see a blush dusted onto his cheeks. You smile at him, and then you simply cup his face in your palm and you brush your lips against his. You part for a second to look for any hint of discomfort in his expression, and when you find nothing of the likes, you kiss him again. You move your lips against his slowly, and eventually Jiung pulls you into his lap with his hands on your hips. The sounds of the movie have become a mere background noise, and instead you focus on the groans that escape your boyfriend whenever you let your teeth graze his lips, or when you teasingly grind your hips against his. “Boring movie?” you ask in between kisses. Jiung nods. “Couldn’t be as exciting as you,” he mumbles with his lips now hovering beside your ear, and a shiver runs down your spine when you feel his hot breath on your skin. Having his lips nipping at the skin on your neck, he runs his large hands up your sides, letting them roam your body. You too slip your hands underneath his shirt, tugging at the fabric while shooting him a pleading look. He kisses you in response, and then you hear him whisper, “Let’s take these off. They’re in the way.”

Intak:

Your boyfriend has been slouched over the sofa for a while now, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and sometimes calling you over when he finds something cool to show you. And everytime you pass him by, your eyes scanning him in that black V-neck you’re secretly hoping he would wear more often, the urge to slap his phone away and to just kiss him grows. You don’t actually slap the phone out of his hands in the end, but you do decide to come sit in his lap instead, straddling him as he puts the device away on his own accord, raising his eyebrows up high. “Baby,” you call out to him, a pout on your lips and your hands resting on his chest. “Can I have some of your attention as well? You’ve only been staring at your phone since you came home.” “O-of course,” he stutters. His gaze fills with regret upon only now realizing how you feel. He reaches out to you to put his hands on your hips, but you’re faster to push him backwards, now hovering above him, and you don’t waste another second to capture his lips in a kiss that starts out sweet, but becomes more heated as it goes on. “I didn’t know you missed me that much,” Intak remarks, and you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be an apology or teasing. But you don’t care, and you simply kiss him again in response. You feel him wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in closer, so you deepen the kiss, and you only part when you’re both in dire need of some air. “So? You sure you wanna keep looking at your phone when I’m right here?” you challenge him, and he absentmindedly shakes his head as his eyes are glued to your mouth. “No…” he mumbles, already pressing his lips against yours for another passionate kiss.

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[12:15am]

yoon keeho x gn reader | smut/pwp; 7th member!reader | 324 words

cw handjob, blowjob, one f-bomb, praising, cum-swallowing

keeho closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip; his face turned steadily redder, your heart soaring at the beauty that came with it. his heart sped up, his chest heaving as he tried his hardest not to moan; his and your groupmates were in the next rooms.

you smiled softly, your wrist flicking up and down. your fingers were wrapped tightly around your boyfriend’s cock, and you took your opportunity while your leader’s eyes were closed to squeeze lightly, then you leaned down and began to suck on the tip of his cock.

keeho’s efforts went to waste as he felt your lips wrap around the the tip of his cock, and it took every ounce of self control he had not to just throw his head back into the pillows and scream your name at this point; you had been torturing him like this for about twenty minutes, after all.

you hummed around keeho’s cock, making him whimper as your voice sent vibrations up his length. his hands fisted into the sheets and he bit down harder on his lip. he could feel his release coming close, and he did his best to let you know.

“y-y/n… i-g-gonna cum-” he whimpered weakly, his whole body beginning to shake as you sucked him off like an expert.

your heart gave a leap of pride as you heard the weakness in keeho’s voice, and your own feelings started to crop up inside you. you sped up your movements, sucking keeho’s cock faster and feeling your guts twist with arousal as you felt his thighs start to shake on your shoulders.

you heard a final, loud moan-groan hybrid rip from keeho’s mouth seconds before he finally found his release, blowing his load into your mouth, every drop of which you gladly swallowed.

“fuck…” he whined quietly, his hand straying into your hair and beginning to play with it as he came down from his high.

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𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 — something new

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 — smut

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 — y.kh x r

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 — kinda dom! keeho, thigh riding, cum, kissing

𝘸𝘤 — 506

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 — goddamn this man is fine

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳'𝘴 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥, 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 "𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵" 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘺!

Keeho had you pressed against the wall, feverishly pressing kisses your lips, only ever stopping to take a breath of air, “You wanna try something?” He breathed, going to press open mouthed kisses against the underside of your jaw.

You nodded your head, making him slowly pull away to look at you, “Take off your panties,” He ordered, watching as you immediately slid them off from under your dress.

He slid his jean clad thigh between your legs, adjusting you to sit against him, “Move.”

You look at him confused, “I don’t understand what you’re asking me to do.”

Wordlessly, he grabbed onto your hips, moving you back and forth on his thigh. You immediately felt a spark of pleasure run through your body, letting out a gasp at the feeling.

He grinned at this, “That feel good?” He asked, already knowing the answer, to which you nodded and took your own initiative to grind on his thigh, “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Fuck Keeho, it feels so good,” You moan out, you could feel your clit rubbing against the rough material of his jeans, giving the perfect amount of pleasure mixed with pain.

As you continued, with Keeho guiding your hips, you could feel the tightness in your lower belly build up, signaling your orgasm.

Keeho knew your body more than anyone, it was like a maze only he could get through, one only he could navigate. So he could tell by the way your moans raised in volume and in pitch, that you were close.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, tensing his thigh, making your lurch forwards, almost choking on a moan, “Hmm? You gonna cum for me?”

You could only let out moans and whine as confirmation, clenching around nothing but air, “Be my good girl and cum for me.”

Your orgasm hit you harder than you expected it to, being called a good girl, let alone his good girl, was a set off for you.

You choked on a moan, your voice getting caught in your throat as you saw white, what felt like electricity ran through your veins, washing over you in enormous waves. You bit on his shoulder to ground yourself, holding onto his biceps and squeezing them tight.

Keeho let you have time to come down from your high, before he caressed your cheek with the knuckle of his pointer finger, “How was that?” He whispered, tilting your chin up to look him in the eye.

You could only respond with one word, “Amazing.” You giggled, leaning up to place a kiss upon his lips, the movement suddenly making you feel the wet patch left on his jeans.

You looked down, to see the darkened area, your juices staining it, “God, that’s so embarrassing.” You laughed, pulling up your hands to cover your face.

Immediately, Keeho grabbed your hands and held onto them, “No it’s not,” He reassured, smiling at your cute reaction, “It’s hot.”

He let out a satisfactory sigh, “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

𝘯𝘢𝘷𝘪

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The Kids

context: keeho comes back to the dorms late at night to find you there

word count: 1.7k

genre: fluff

warnings: none

a/n: i’ve had this idea in my mind for the past day or so, so here it is. any lowercase is intended. i tried my best, so enjoy~

“Hey kids, I'm home!” keeho sang aloud , slipping into his dorm slippers and putting his beanie on the table next to the door. He raised a brow when he heard no one answer, assuming at least one of the members would be awake at this hour. Sure, it was almost two in the morning but the youngest usually stay up till early morning hours, usually when the sun starts to rise is when they curse under their breaths and run off to catch some sleep for a few hours.

He shrugged his shoulders, walking into the kitchen to grab himself a bottle of water before heading over to check in on everyone before passing out in his bed. But in order to get to the kitchen, he had to pass by the living room you sat in awaiting his arrival. Keeho had no idea you would be at the dorm tonight, only coming over when the two youngest called you over to bring snacks and play games with them. You could never say no to them, especially if they begged you. They were too cute to say no to, and they knew it so they used it to their advantage whenever the opportunity presented itself.

When he entered the living room, he couldn’t hold back the smile that was spreading across his face as he noticed the position you were in. there you were, sitting on the floor with your back pressed up against the couch. on the couch laid jongseob, sleeping peacefully with a blanket wrapped around him while soft snores escaped his mouth. on your lap was Soul’s head, him sleeping peacefully as well as he was curled up into a ball. And there you were, watching a movie on the television with one hand resting on top of Soul’s head as you caressed his hair. your eyes met his, smiling automatically as you noticed him staring at the sight in front of him.

“Hey babe, welcome back.” you whispered, careful not to wake up either of the boys around you. “Soul just fell asleep not too long ago, Jongseob has been knocked out for a while.”

keeho made his way over to you, sitting to your left as your right was occupied by a sleeping Soul. his lips connected to your forehead, grabbing your free hand and rubbing circles into the back of it. “How long have you been here for?” He questioned quietly.

you shrugged, looking up to try and recall the time you arrived. “Since, maybe, around 4? With the majority of you all being busy in the studio and with recordings, these two called me up to keep them company and, you know, here I am.”

keeho chuckled, nodding and admiring you in this moment. seeing you with his members always made his heart skip multiple beats in a row, especially with the youngest members. He loved how much you looked after everyone, almost like you were both the parents of them. When you both started dating, he was worried how you would get along with everyone. but as soon as you met them, you fit in perfectly almost as if you were a member of P1Harmony yourself.

your eyes looked around the floor, noticing the snack wrappers and empty banana milk containers. you looked up at your boyfriend, mumbling a sorry under your breath. “My bad. I couldn’t say no to them, you know how they are.” Keeho responded with agreement before you continued on. “How was the recording? How’s the new album coming along?”

“Good, almost done with the finishing touches.” When you yawned, he patted your head and pecked your lips softly. “Tired?”

you nodded, another yawn leaving your mouth. “these kids are so energetic. they make me feel old even though i’m only in my early twenties.” you joked, earning a soft chuckle from keeho. “Wouldn't trade them for the world, though.”

“Good, I hope not.” he responded, standing up and walking to the other side of you. He swiftly picked up Soul with a grunt, holding him in his arms bridal style “Come on, lets get you to bed.” and with that, he starts walking to Soul’s room to properly put him in his own bed.

You finally stood up fully, stretching out your legs to regain circulation since you had been put in your previous position for quite some time. As you shut off the tv, you look behind yourself to double check on jongseob before walking to the kitchen and grabbing two water bottles. As you walked towards keeho’s room, you couldn’t help but stop by Soul’s and watch as keeho made sure he was placed properly in his bed, standing in the door frame and watching closely with admiration. The way he cared for all members, especially the youngest, warmed your heart. How caring keeho is was one of the many things you adored about him, one of the main reasons you ended up caring for him more than a friend should have. So when he reciprocated those same feelings, you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest person in all the universes.

When keeho wrapped the blanket around Soul, he turned around to leave him be and found you standing in the door frame staring. He stood there for a second, his cheeks heating up for some reason. When he noticed you staring, you smiled at him and let out a quiet giggle to make sure not to wake up a sleeping Theo. your boyfriend mouthed a ‘what?’ before shuffling over to you as quietly as possible, snaking his arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You shook your head before placing your forehead on his, kissing the tip of his nose. You wanted this moment to last forever, just both you and keeho admiring each other as the pale moonlight peaked through the window above the empty bed that was supposed to be occupied by Jongseob.

“Nothing.” You mumbled, taking his hand in yours after a few seconds. “Come on, it’s late.” you stepped out from the door frame, closing the door quietly behind both of you before moving next door to his room that he shared with Jiung and Intak. Both had been sleeping for several hours and slept through all the ruckus you had made hours ago with Soul and Jongseob, so they were for sure sleeping heavily. Keeho smiled, following behind you like a lost puppy.

You both slipped under the covers of his bed as silently as you could. You leaned over towards his nightstand, opening the middle drawer and pulling out your ipad that you left at the dorms for nights like this. Along with the ipad came the headphones, plugging it into the ipad and opening up Netflix to watch the show you and keeho had started binge-watching the other day. You handed him his side of the earphones, slipping yours into your left ear while he slid his in his right. You propped up the ipad on your left thigh and his right one, watching the show together as you held hands under the blankets. Your head laid on his shoulder, feeling your eyes getting heavy but your mind racing with thoughts of only your loving boyfriend, and how you could only imagine spending the rest of your days with him.

While you watched the show, keeho admired you. He placed a soft kiss on top of your head as he rubbed shapes into the back of your hand again, enjoying these simple moments with you. He couldn’t ask for a better partner, especially one that understood the life he lived and embraced it with open arms. Even when you both were just friends, he was grateful that you were still accepting of how his life was. If you hadn’t been, he would have dropped you the moment he realized it but when you didn’t mind it at all, not even a complaint, he knew he had to keep you close. And here you both were several months later, happily dating and head over heels for one another. That's why he couldn’t help the next words that came out of his mouth.

“I love you.” he whispered, but his eyes widened when you had said it at the same exact time as he had.

You both laughed when you looked at each other, covering your mouths as to muffle out the sound so nobody would wake up. When you both quiet down, he cupped your face in his hand, staring at you for a few seconds before connecting your lips together. Your lips moved in sync, almost as if they were puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. You placed your hand on top of his, interlocking your fingers and placing your other hand behind his neck to bring him in closer. His other hand found its way to your hip, pulling you in closer so both of your chests were pressed up against one another. Your hand moved up to run your fingers through his hair, causing a smile to spread across his lips. A smile spread across your lips as well, causing you both to pull away a smiling mess as your foreheads were pressed against together.

A grunt was soon heard over from the other side of the room, causing you both to become wide eyed as you looked towards the sound. Soon, a tired Jiung was heard. “We get it, you love each other. Please, go to bed already.”

You both apologized to the poor boy, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. But in this moment, both of you had never been happier. You sinked into the mattress, feeling your eyes getting heavy yet again. Keeho slipped his hand into yours under the blanket again, kissing your temple before placing his head on top of yours as it rested on your shoulder once again. Eventually, he felt your breathes become calm and consistent, signaling you had finally fallen asleep.

“I love you too.” he whispered as he continued to watch the show playing in front of you both, taking a mental note which episode it was so you both can rewatch it in the morning.

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king of hearts

Characters: theo & female reader

Setting & genre: alice in borderland au

Summary: The King of Hearts was supposed to be the most wicked games of all.

Warnings: canon typical violence and gruesomeness, deadly games, blood, animal attack, mentions of injuries, minor character deaths, open ending

Words: 5k

Author’s note: this story is written for @restlessmaknae's (dis)harmony collab. you can check it out here, and you can still apply for a slot if you're interested!

i imagine theo in this one looking similar as he did in p1h: a new world begins.

i tried writing this so those who haven't seen alice in borderland or read the manga could somewhat understand it too. though the story contains spoilers for the second season (nothing major though since the original characters and the ending isn't mentioned). the king of hearts game wasn't in the manga and could only be seen in a short clip in the netflix show (for visual reference you can check out this video from 0:57, from 0:19 you can see another mentioned game), so i totally made it up based on that as well as some other games i added.

for those who haven't seen the second season or read the manga, i understand that the ending is extra confusing but you can interpret it the way you wish! on the other hand, for those who know the original story, please keep it in mind that this story is not on the same timeline as the manga/show, so the recurring games could be played differently or by different characters.

“Registrations have closed. The game will now commence,” the feminine robot voice announced.

The now familiar, haunting voice came from speakers that couldn't even be seen. You could only see the flash of red that drew the border of this game arena. This time you were in some kind of basement since you had to climb down a ladder. A ladder that had been pulled upwards, out of reach, once you set your feet on the ground and crossed the vibrating red light.

You looked around in the dimly lit space that felt all too tight for the ten or so people crowded there. The place smelled musty as if it hadn't been aired in a long time and there was some kind of weird smell too that you couldn't quite place but it reminded you of stuffy alleys behind the bad kind of bars. Everybody around you looked anxious, not knowing what to expect and eyed one another suspiciously. You knew that feeling well, in this place one could never really trust anybody. Or well, not just anybody.

The Borderlands were good at turning people against each other for survival.

“Difficulty level, King of Hearts,” the voice continued and a screen flickered on one of the walls of the entirely closed room. You gulped when you saw the card even though you knew what it was going to be. You had seen the huge blimp and the hanging card from it above before you had found the entrance where you had to leave your knife because the trapdoor to this place clearly stated ‘no weapons allowed in the game arena’.

“Game: Minotaur.”

You sucked in a breath, your mind jumping from idea to idea, wondering if the game would have anything to do with the myth of Ariadne who helped Theseus kill the Minatour and escape by a thread leading him out of the labyrinth. You wondered if it meant that there would be a monster somewhere inside. You shook your head at the absurdity of the thought because monsters weren't real and despite how unrealistic the Borderlands felt with its supernatural twists and power that seemed to come from above, people dying left and right, the control it had over lives… everything within the games were real and logical. There were no ghosts, monsters or demons, there were only people playing children's games at deadly costs. It would most probably be a wild animal if there was a ‘minotaur’ to begin with.

Suddenly you felt a warm, slightly rough hand grazing against yours, fingers slipping between yours and you felt more secure than before, your wild thoughts stopping because you knew who it was. You flashed a quick, nervous albeit genuine smile at Theo and squeezed his hand back before turning back to the screen. Having him by your side made every crazy game feel less daunting.

“Rules: escape the labyrinth before your visa runs out,” the instructor carried on and you gulped because you had only one day to live anyways if you didn't win any games that could have earned you as many days as their card value.

The thing about the Borderlands was that you had no choice but to play because if you didn't, if you didn't risk your life through these deadly games, your visa would run out and a laser would shoot you dead from the sky. So you would rather die playing a game, fighting for your life than die like that as if you had given up. Suddenly starving to death wasn’t your main concern because apparently if you didn’t manage to get out before the countdown on your device reached zero, you would die anyway.

“Clear condition: the King of Hearts cannot leave the labyrinth with you. Those who manage to escape without the King clear the game,” the voice said as the screen demonstrated the rules with an animation. Ah, so it was an individual effort kind of game. But it didn't sound deadly so far, and didn't prompt people to sacrifice each other just to save themselves. But it was a Hearts game, so you were sure there was a twist there. “There is no time limit. The game will continue until all players get eliminated or the King of Hearts is eliminated. The King can be eliminated either by getting killed or not being able to get out with any of the players.”

Ah, there it was.

“But who is the King?” Somebody mumbled, their confusion and anxiety clear from their scared tone. You had encountered the King of Spades before, a one man army creating a massacre out on the streets and you had played a rope scaling game against the Jack of Clubs before. These new games were always against the citizens in one way or another, so the King must have been there as well.

“He is probably one of us,” Theo beside you said calmly and he was probably right. Your enemy was either the minotaur himself or somebody disguising himself as a player. You had heard the Jack of Hearts had done the same. Now that would have made it a Hearts card-worthy game, one in which people couldn't trust each other and would want to escape alone. At least, you knew you could trust Theo. You had been through too many games together not to.

“The game will now begin. Good luck!” The robotic voice said in an emotionless voice and the screen had gone black at the same time as four doors opened to equally dimly lit, long, narrow corridors in every direction. They looked the same, so nobody moved, unsure if there was a right or wrong way to go. What if you would die if you choose the unsafe path? What if there were other dangers along the way?

“It’s not a Diamonds game, so there’s probably no logic in which one we should choose,” one ragged looking middle-aged man said as he walked from one corridor’s entrance to another, checking them closely.

“Would there actually be the mythological minotaur?” A younger girl with a deep cut on her shoulder asked and you were glad that you weren’t the only one who knew that story.

“Shouldn’t we just kill it if there is?”

“That would be right for a Spades game but it’s the King of Hearts, there must be something else,” the man from before hummed and you could see the logic behind his words.

Each card represented a game within the Borderlands. The higher their number was, the more difficult the games were and once all pip cards were collected, the Second Stage started: the face cards. The even deadlier games against citizens of this godforsaken place. Each suit of cards required a different set of skills in their games: diamonds for intelligence, spades for physical capabilities, clubs for teamwork and hearts for psychological endurance. Hence the King of Hearts was supposed to be the most wicked game of all.

You remembered the first and so far only Hearts game you had played, it was Eight of Hearts, the Yakuza, a version of the infamous Mafia game in which a dealer was a criminal and the innocent residents had to find out who it was before they killed off everybody. With your eyes closed according to the game rules during at the end of every round, you had to hear five people die right beside you, flinching at the sound of their screams before their body fell to the ground with a thud and opening your eyes you could only see the blood that made you want to vomit. Since then you avoided Hearts games when you could but in the Second Stage you didn’t have much of a choice, not with only one day left on your visa.

Ideas were thrown back and forth, nobody really knowing what the game’s purpose was but you all knew that since it was the highest card in its suit, it must have been an especially difficult game to win. Was it maybe a huge, almost impossible maze? Would you starve to death if it wasn’t for your visa deadline? Not even Theo’s closeness could stop you from spiraling as you listened to the others’ theories.

“Fuck it, you indecisive idiots. We will all die if we just stay here,” a hooded guy stood up and walked to one of the corridors confidently. The moment he crossed the threshold, something roared in the distance. Something that sounded like a bull and eyeing the darkness where the sound came from suddenly nobody was keen on staying. Everybody started running in the opposite direction.

Theo still held your hand as you followed the group of people into the maze. The narrow roads gave you a feeling of claustrophobia and you had difficulty controlling your breathing as you went on. Seven or six turns later and kilometers in your feet you had lost count of how far you were from the center. You thought the farther you were, the more safe you would be but it was a naive thought. The woman from the front screamed and everybody froze, barely daring to pant, craning their necks to see what scared her. You let out a quiet sigh of relief when you saw that there was a full-size mirror in the next corner of the maze and the woman probably confused her own reflection with something else. You had almost suggested going forward when you saw something move in the mirror, something that wasn’t either of you.

“Don’t!” You yelled at the man who was on the front but he didn’t listen to you and the moment he turned the corner, an animalistic growl was followed by a painful scream and the man was trampled upon. The last thing you saw was the man’s nails digging into the ground before his blood painted the walls red.

The woman on the front screamed again as you turned 180° on your heels and started running backwards. You totally lost your sense of place and time by the time you got back to the central room, you had no idea if there was a good decision to begin with. The remaining group turned down one of the two other corridors where you hadn’t set your foot previously but before you could have followed them, Theo gently pulled you back.

“Let’s split up from them,” he suggested and after a quick consideration, you nodded. In a Hearts game it was better to be by the side of somebody you trusted. The King could have been one of them, trying to escape the labyrinth with you. Or who knew when he was going to start killing the players off one by one? Would he have tried to turn the people against each other? Trying to turn them into sacrificial lambs?

Just then you noticed that on the screen where previously the rules had been displayed, you saw the statistics about the game: the time played so far (47 minutes), players eliminated (1), players escaped (0) and remaining players (8). You gulped and turned towards the entrances instead.

There were two corridors you could choose from if you didn't want to go in the same direction as others nor go back where you had just been. The one where the roar had come from or another. You wondered if maybe the roar was a test itself and you should have chosen it in order to survive but Theo pulled you towards the other entrance and you let him. You were still panting a bit from the earlier run, sweat beads on your forehead, the reality of the deadliness finally settling in your bones. Most of the time it was easier to pretend that it was just a long, long nightmare.

This corridor smelled like decay, like old libraries without books. When the path separated into two, you kept choosing the right one for easier remembering and when you ended up at a dead end, you went back to the last decision point to change that choice. Whenever you heard muffled noises or screams you pretended not to hear them.

“How long does this go on?” You asked after running into another thick brick wall and you started getting tired.

“Maybe that’s why it’s a psychological game, because we will go crazy before we get out," Theo sighed and unclipped the flask of water on his belt, taking a small swig. He sat on the ground and started drawing in the layer of dust. You leaned over it, recognizing the lines of the maze soon enough to help him remember the road you had taken through the first entrance. It didn't help much but mapping out the turns and the dead end corridors made it certain that it was a rectangular labyrinth. You even took a calculated guess of its size and how many path options it could have based on what you had seen so far.

"We have been here for about two hours and mapped out a quarter and about a half. If it wasn't for that animal, it wouldn't be impossible to go through the whole thing in a decent amount of time," you said, glancing down at your watch, wondering why this game didn't have a time limit if it was a solvable riddle. "Do you think the minotaur guards the exit? That's why we couldn't bring weapons?"

"Maybe. Or to not kill the King of Hearts so easily," Theo hummed, furrowing his eyebrows as he watched the makeshift map. You thought about and wondered how long it would have taken for people to start killing each other, fearing that the other might be the King. The Witch Hunt game had dozens killed by another player due to distrust.

“They must have named the game Minatour on purpose. What if getting out has something to do with Ariadne's thread?” You asked out loud, still wondering about it, searching for the game's meaning.

“Probably. I doubt we would find our way out by pure luck," the boy agreed. "No wonder the game has no time limit, it might be that we could run around forever if it wasn't for our visa or that animal. Maybe the exit is hidden or changes over time, maybe we're supposed to believe that we won't be able to get out of here."

Every game could be won, even in the Borderlands, you had learned, even the ones that seemed impossible. There must have been a solution. But it was unlikely that you would find your answers just like that, so you decided to explore the path from where you had first heard the roar.

You walked in silence but you were glad that Theo was right beside you. Without him, you would have long gone crazy in this inhuman world. You could share your small joys (finding your favorite candy in a rundown grocery store), your sorrows (crying over seeing a child die in front of you) and your silences with him. You found solace in his closeness and hummed lullabies to him when he couldn't sleep near your clumsily made campfire. You didn't talk much about your lives before the Borderlands but sometimes you felt like you had known him your whole life.

Theo hissed at a sudden halt when he almost walked into a wall and you bumped into his back, fingers curling into the material of his hoodie.

"Are you okay?" You asked, worried, but the guy just shrugged.

"Yeah, just my injury."

"Let's sit down a bit… No, don't tell me we can't," you interrupted Theo's upcoming protest firmly. You had already been walking for another hour since your last stop and even though you hadn't run into neither the other players nor the minotaur, your anxiety levels were high. Not higher than your worry for Theo though, so you encouraged him to pull up his tee and examined his bullet wound, hoping it didn't get worse.

Even though you both had gained 11 days on your visa from the Jack of Clubs game, Theo got injured as you were running away from the King of Spades, one of his shots catching him, so you had to sit out some days to patch him back up. There was no way you would have let him participate in any games in that kind of vulnerable condition, even if that endangered your own visa validity. You had pulled out the bullet from his flesh – at least your nurse education had come in handy then – and stayed with him even when he had been feverish from the wound and when he had been out for days.

"I really wish we knew each other in real life. I never had anybody take care of me like this," he had said one night, still delirious.

'Real life', he had called it and really, you had no better way to describe it. The Borderlands felt like it was a tangible alternative reality but who had the right to tell which one was the real one? What if both of them were? Nevertheless, the Borderlands had its own set of rules and even though nobody could be sure what would happen when all the games had been played, since the Second Stage started when all 40 non-face cards were collected, it wasn't too abstract to believe that something would happen when the rest of the card set would follow. You could only hope it would be the end, being able to go back where you came from and not a Third Stage since there were no more cards left. But you hadn't wanted to get philosophical with the barely conscious Theo, instead you had told him that you wished that, too. That he deserved somebody who cared for him.

That night he had also told you that he admired you because you were so kind and kindness in a cruel world like this was a special strength. He had seen you try to help an older lady in that game of Boiling Death even though the elder hadn't stood a chance and that had been when he decided to pull you out of that crumbling ceiling's way. That had been how you had first met, sweaty and scared, him feeling like a safe haven in that chaos. When you had stood outside of the arena, watching it crumble down, the boy had turned his back to you, leaving and maybe it was the first time since you had gotten to the Borderlands that somebody saved you without expecting anything in return, you couldn't let him just walk away like that. You had followed him, thanked him, asked for his name, offered him your hideout if he hadn't had any. Looking back, you might have sounded desperate but you couldn't help it, you had been lonely and scared alone despite surviving games on your own before. You just wanted a friend, an ally, anything.

Theo closed his eyes briefly as if he had just recalled the uncomfortable crawl you had done through the ruins of the stadium in order to get up. Both of you had been full of scratches and bruises by the time you got out but you were still alive. You were going to survive this as well, you told yourself as you brushed his sweaty brown locks out of his forehead gently.

"If we get out–" The boy spoke up again, his voice weak and hoarse.

"When," you corrected him stubbornly.

"When we get out, I hope I will remember you," he then whispered, not arguing, and fell asleep into a fever dream.

You hoped so too, so when you finally managed to convince Theo that you could take a break, you didn't expect the boy to bring up such a topic as he pulled the hem of his tee down.

"If that animal or the King will be with us when we find the exit, you have to get out first and clear the game. You only have one day, I still have a few more," he looked you in the eye, his gaze unwavering as if he had been thinking about it as soon as it became clear that it wasn't that easy to escape from this maze.

"Exactly! You joined this game just because of me. I won't leave you behind!" You protested with wild head movements. There was no way you would leave alone.

"I will be right behind you, I promise, but you have to go first, okay? It's unlikely but please, promise me," Theo pleaded and he sounded so desperate as if his peace depended solely on your promise but you… you just couldn't. Even though what he said was reasonable, he had more time to get out and he was better at these kinds of games but still, he was injured and selfishly, you didn't want to lose him.

The thing was that he kept saving you, even during your first game together when you had been confused and lost, he had saved you and had put up with you even though you were sure that you had been a deadweight and nuisance back then. It was the Seven of Spades, the Boiling Death, in which a hot geyser erupted beneath the baseball stadium you were in and you had to escape before the building would have collapsed or the water burnt you. Ironic that you were once again, running for your lives.

Something made a noise and you looked up, alarmed. Your eyes met Theo's and saw the same anxiety in them that you felt. You looked left and right, knowing that one was a dead end where you came from and the monster was coming from the other one based on the noises. You gulped, feeling stuck and your heart was pounding from fear. You had been close to death many times since you had been in the Borderlands but it was always the promise of fast death. A collar around the neck that would blow up, a killer laser that would go through your body to halve you, falling into terrible depths… you never imagined it happening by an animal tearing you apart, a slow, painful death.

You wondered if it was better to hide by the dead end, hoping that the animal would turn around or go against it, bravely, despite knowing by the lessening numbers of players that you had a low chance without any weapons in a place like this. You wanted to grab Theo’s hand to tell him that you were ready to be brave, that you didn’t want to die like a coward, that you would have at least given it a try before giving up. But the boy didn’t look at you or towards the source of the noise, he looked up.

“Are you thinking…” You muttered, understanding his idea. If there was no way right or left, no way out, you could still go up. It had a ceiling above the high and narrow enough walls, so you couldn’t escape but could get out of the reach of this animal.

“We have to try,” Theo said and you didn’t waste time. The walls had nothing to hang on or climb up on but since they were close, you could push yourself up with your back on one wall and legs stretched towards the other. It wasn’t an easy task because the wall was dry, your feet slipped on it, so you had to be careful and slow while the approaching growling only made you more nervous. But you made it, you were high up, high enough to touch the ceiling, more than two meters above the ground when the bull showed up. Its horns were bloody and it looked feral, hungry for more. Trembling, you kept yourself up, unmoving and silent until the wild animal turned the corner, disappearing after the view. Only when you turned your head to look at Theo by your side, planning to ask about running the other way, you froze up because of a different reason.

"Theo… I think there's something on the lamp," you pointed out, seeing the interesting pattern on the side of the lamp between the two of you. The entire maze was dimly lit due to these bars of lamps high above. Now, that you leaned closer, twisting your body as much as you could without risking falling down. From this close, you could clearly see the line of gilded material forming a clear symbol. Your eyes gleamed. "It's an arrow!"

So this was it, the solution to this maze. Right above your head, right in the light.

"Oh, is it our Ariadne's thread?" Theo whispered back before he encouraged you to get down.

Once your feet hit the ground, the two of you ran in the direction the arrow pointed at. It was luckily the opposite of where the bull went but knowing that the path there ended at a dead end, you knew the animal would turn back around sooner or later. You stopped at the next junction and climbed up on the wall to check the lamp to confirm your theory and indeed there it was: the arrow clearly showing you which way to choose. Relieved, you followed its advice until it led you back to the center with the screen displaying the time played so far (4 hours 12 minutes), the number of players eliminated (6), players escaped (0) and remaining players (3).

Damn, only one player was left other than you. One player and the King of Hearts. You could only hope you wouldn't run into the latter on your way out. Would he guard the way out, would he know where that was or was he just as trapped as you are, not being able to leave by himself and that's why the rules stated leaving without the King?

Following the arrows on the lamps eventually led you from unwalked paths to a familiar one or maybe you couldn't tell them apart because they were all the same except for the dead bodies and blood on the floor and walls at some parts. You had to look away from the grotesque sight but it haunted you: the agony on the morbidly frozen faces.

Theo called your name, reaching for your hand, pulling you forward but you stumbled into his back when you saw a wheezing man at the next corner, still alive but injured, holding his bloody side with a hand as he leaned against the wall.

"It's the guy with the mustache. He's the King of Hearts," the man in his sixties rasped out, forcing himself to take a step. You didn't think, you rushed to his good side to help him keep his balance.

"We know where to go, we will get you out, too," you said and flashed a reassuring smile at the struggling man.

Theo, distrustful as always, looked at the man warily but didn't say anything. He stepped to the other side of the man and the two of you helped him along. It was slower like this but eventually you reached the end where the arrows led you.

"That's it?" The old man asked, seeing the dead end, and you turned to Theo as well when he just came down from the last lamp in the row with a grim look on his face. Something was not okay.

"Yeah, that's it," the boy sighed but you knew him well enough to suspect that there was something he wasn't telling you. It was in the crease on his forehead, in the furrow of his brows, it was in the way he looked at you knowingly, warningly.

"Do you want to check it?" He asked you and you knew he wouldn't have asked in this situation if he didn't want you to, so you nodded, a bit dazed and uncertain, letting go of the injured man to climb up yourself. Your shoulders and back ached already but you concentrated on the task and gulped when you saw the familiar symbol of circular arrow on the panel.

"Should I–" You looked down on Theo but before you could have finished the sentence, you heard the bull's approach.

"Hurry!" Theo yelled and you didn't waste any more time before pushing down on one side of the horizontal lamp’s panel until it turned 90° to a vertical direction. You landed on the ground the exact same moment as the wall that closed the road off moved, opening a door. The exit.

Relief rushed through your body so close to winning the game but then you saw the lamp panel slowly turning back into its original position which closed your way out inch by inch too. You looked back on the boy behind you but he pushed you ahead forcefully, to the other side of the wall as well as the almost invisible red line, out to safety, and that was when you realized what he was about to do. Too late.

"Theo, no!" You yelled but the last thing you saw from the boy was his turned back, trying to keep the old man back from following you.

That was when you understood it, Theo's doubts, why he acted so alarmed: there were only three players left and the King was one of them. You couldn't leave with him or else you lost, and damn if your good heart didn't trust the old man then you wouldn't have been there: on one side of the closing wall, pounding on the brick material, yelling Theo's name like a maniac, screaming, crying when you heard a painful yell.

Theo had said kindness in this cruel world was a strength but no, kindness was danger, kindness was a dagger to a heart, kindness was an 'at least one of us should live' when all you wanted to be was to be together.

"Game cleared. Congratulations," the robotic voice said cheerfully and you slid down the wall, watching the burning blimp fall down from the sky, the King of Hearts card falling to pieces, with tears streaming down your face.

When the fireworks started, you thought somebody was calling your name and then, you woke up.

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