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Bite Down

MDNI

Title taken from Smut

"ℋ𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓃, 𝓅𝓊𝓅𝓅𝓎?”

Pairing: YeosangxReader(gender not

specified; cunt & pussy used)

TW: Pet play, Dom!Yeosang, Sub!Reader, High!Reader, masturbation, Reader is in a crate, Degradation, Fingering, Vibrator use, Yeosang’s mouth is F I L T H Y, pet(heh) name: Daddy, puppy/pup; Forced Orgasm(f), Aftercare implied

When you had agreed to give pet play a try, it sounded easy. Be cute. Be obedient. Easy. Until your beautiful boyfriend was late coming home from some award show or another and you had one too many hits of the pennifer. A few shaky photos of you and your heart shaped wand later, you found yourself locked in the crate, hands and legs tied to each corner.

Yeosang decided to take WooSan’s invitation to a late celebration dinner. That was over an hour ago. You shift your weight from one knee to the other, there's only so much room to stretch with the straps around each ankle. The movement causes the dangling rubies on your collar to clink against one another, the soft sound reminding you of it touching your skin with razor sharp clarity. You close your eyes and try not to move again, despite the ache in your bones and the wetness coating your thighs.

A shadow passing over the ceiling fan makes your eyes snap open. Yeosang stares down at you, leaning against the wall next to your crate. “How did I not hear him come in?” He tilts his head as if he can hear your thoughts.

“Have you learned your lesson, puppy?”

You swallow to try and fight the dry mouth but nothing comes out. He kneels beside the crate, hand easily reaching through the bars to cup your cheek. You immediately sink into the touch, letting his cologne wash over your senses. He forces you to look up at him. “Why am I asking you? I know there's nothing in that fuzzy little head of yours, pup.”

He lets your face drop and stands up. “I know exactly what you need.” You feel your cunt clench at the statement. Yeosang reaches into the inside pocket of his beaded jacket and pulls out the wand you had used on yourself before. You bite your lip to fight the moan creeping up your throat as he puts the wand between his teeth and peels his jacket off, his eyes never leaving yours. You watch hypnotized as he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up.

Yeosang moves around to the other side of the crate, his hands reach through to unlatch the ankle cuffs and pull your hips back to press against the side. The cold metal against your heated skin makes you yelp. He pulls your legs wide, you whine at being manhandled, the weed making you dizzy and sensitive. “My puppy wanted to come so bad earlier.” You hear the vibrator turn the highest setting before it's pressed against your exposed clit. You cry out, wiggling your hips to try and free them from Yeosang's grip. “Don't run from it, pup. You wanted this.” You try to shake your head, making the fuzziness worse and the sensations more intense.

Yeosang releases your hip to push two fingers inside of you. “Daddy!” You cry into the soft blanket lining the bottom of the crate, shaking. Yeosang leans in and nips hard at the back of your bare thigh. “Aw is my pup so dumb that she forgot puppies don't talk?” He presses another finger inside you and stretches you wide, drawing another wail from your lips.

You bite down on your lip as his fingers move faster and faster. “You wanted to cum so fucking badly earlier so do it.” You shake your head, your body trembling from head to toe. “C-can’t.” Yeosang laughs, his breath grazing your thigh and making goosebumps prickle your skin. “Oh yes, you can and you will.” He sits back and pulls his fingers out just enough to spit on your pussy, spreading the wetness down your thighs. He thrusts them back inside faster and faster until you cry out, the pleasure too overwhelming to hold back any longer. Wetness coats his hand down to the wrist, the vibrator and drips onto the floor.

You vaguely hear him say “good”, as he unlocks your wrists and gently pulls you out of the crate, kissing your forehead. You don't know how or when but you find yourself wrapped up in his arms in your bed, blankets tucked around you like a cocoon.

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[Idk how I feel about this ending but lemme know what y'all think!🖤]

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wooyoung in in your fantasy

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FreakTiny, y'all liked this.

"ℋ𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓃, 𝓅𝓊𝓅𝓅𝓎?"

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"ℋ𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓇𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓃, 𝓅𝓊𝓅𝓅𝓎?"

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Thinking about domming Wooyoung with Yeosang. Specifically mean Dom Yeo. SEND TWEET.

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Love in Theory and Practice

Perfect Boyfriend Yeosang and his seven dolls.

Relationships: Kang Yeosang/Park Seonghwa, Kang Yeosang/Kim Hongjoong, Jeong Yunho/Kang Yeosang, Choi San/Kang Yeosang, Kang Yeosang/Song Mingi, Jung Wooyoung/Kang Yeosang, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang, Implied Park Seonghwa/Kim Hongjoong

Tags/Trigger Warnings: Mild Gore, Mental Health Issues, Shibari, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dollification, Time Skips, Stalking, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Chapter 1: In Venere Veritas: Part Ⅰ

Lately, Yeosang has been thinking about his Latin tutor.

More specifically his pretty lips, his big brown eyes and the way his voice sounds like a dream.

A dream Yeosang is not ready to wake up from, even as slender fingers snap in front of his face. He blinks back into focus, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, hyung. Long week. I'm not totally awake.” Seonghwa chuckles and nods his head. “I get it, Sangie. You did well today, as usual.” He closes up his book and takes the opportunity to stretch. Yeosang tries hard not to stare at the sliver of sun kissed tummy peeking when he stretches his arms above his head. He sighs and closes his own book. “We should call it a night.” Seonghwa glances at his phone. “Definitely.” He looks up at Yeosang.. “Wanna go grab a couple of drinks? It is a Friday night.” Yeosang stares at him, eyes wide. “I-I don't know…I have a lot of homework and-” Seonghwa cuts him off with a hand on his arm.. “Yeosang, honey, you have straight A’s and Advanced Latin is the only class you have issues with and even that, you only ever need minor adjustments.” He gently squeezes his arm. “You can relax for a night. As your tutor, I'm recommending it.” Yeosang quirks an eyebrow at him and snorts. “What does drinking have to do with Latin?” Seonghwa stands, gathering his things before holding out his free hand to Yeosang. “More than you think. But more importantly, it shuts your brain off for a little while. A couple of beers won't kill you.”

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Yeosang isn't sure when the beers turned into shots until he notices Seonghwa chatting up the bartender as the other hands him yet another two shot glasses. He watches the pretty silver haired senior toss his head back to laugh at a comment from the bartender. Something about the interaction sends acid through his stomach and up into his chest, making him look away. ‘This was a mistake.’ He feels Seonghwa setting their glasses down on the sticky table they commandeered for the night so he turns to face the other. “Hyung, I thought we were just having a few drinks.” Seonghwa laughs, making Yeosang's heart skip a beat. “Oh, live a little.” He picks up both glasses, forcing one into the younger’s hand. “One more and then we can go.” Yeosang sighs and downs the shot, watching Seonghwa do the same out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't know if the burn in his chest is the soju or the way the older’s Adam's apple bobs as he swallows his own shot. Seonghwa sighs and rubs at his stomach, satisfied. “Okay, let me get settled up at the bar and then we can head out. Maybe we'll find a food truck on the way.” Yeosang watches as he starts towards the bar and before he can think, he follows close behind. “Actually, hyung, I'd like to pay. You took me out to get me out of my head and it worked. I should be thanking you.” Seonghwa smiles and ruffles his hair. “I won't say no to that, Sangie.” The nickname brings a tingle just beneath his skin. “Of course.” The bartender greets them with a pair of clean shot glasses. “Another round for two cuties?” Yeosang looks up at him from fishing out his wallet. “Um no. My hyung here had a tab open, I was hoping I could pay it instead.” The dark haired man smiles and nods. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for a friend of my dear Seonghwa.” Handing over his debit card feels like a fever dream as the ugly acid feeling creeps back up his throat, barely registering the conversation between Seonghwa and the bartender exchanging pleasantries. “-Promise me you'll come back and see me some other time, yeah?” He realizes the bartender is addressing him. He chokes down the feeling and nods shyly, taking back his card.

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The cool air outside feels good on Yeosang's skin as they step out into the night. Seonghwa throws an arm over his shoulders as they start towards his apartment. He hums happily as they walk, the sound a soft blanket over Yeosang's brain. Yeosang tries to ignore the buzz under his skin at the barely there touch of Seonghwa's skin on his. “You look beautiful tonight.” His head whips around to stare at Seonghwa, stopping dead in his tracks. “W-what?” The older man tilts his head, confused. “I said the sky looks beautiful tonight.” He blinks drunkenly at the younger. Yeosang ignores the pang of disappointment in chest, shaking his head. “I thought you said you found a food truck.” He mumbles, barely believing his own lie. Seonghwa sighs and shakes his head. “No such luck, but we're not far from my apartment now. I can pilfer some of my roommates instant ramen, if you want?” Yeosang smiles weakly. “That sounds nice. Just uh, lead the way.” Seonghwa takes his hand before he can process it and pulls him towards a poorly lit apartment complex. “Is it always this dark?” Seonghwa rolls his eyes. “Landlord refuses to fix them. It's worse when it rains, you can't see anything.” Yeosang shivers at the thought of walking through such a dark place alone.

Seonghwa fights with his key ring once they reach his front door, swearing under his breath. “Sorry, maybe shots weren't a great idea after all.” Yeosang stares out into the night, fighting the fear starting to creep in the longer he looks. He jumps when Seonghwa puts a hand on his and tugs gently, the front door wide open. Allowing himself to be pulled into the warm apartment, he almost trips over himself in the process. Seonghwa lets his hand go and heads towards the tiny kitchenette, leaving the younger to look around. Yeosang drags his fingers along the shelves around the living room, careful not to disturb the Lego figures and adorable figurines lining the shelves like an army. As the shelf ends, he finds himself face to face with a painting. In it, Seonghwa sports short pink hair, soft pink heart makeup and a vivid purple sweater, a size or two too big so it exposes his collarbones. “Chicken or beef?” He jumps at the voice, seeing Seonghwa hold up two packages of ramen. “U-uh whichever one you don't want, I guess?” He takes a step back from the painting. Seonghwa chuckles when he sees what held his attention. “My roommate’s prize winning painting. I think that was sophomore year? It's actually a photograph he took and then referenced because our schedules didn't line up. He's an insomniac and a workaholic so it was easier. I wish he'd picked a different picture. That pink was a pain to do for my hair and it always makes me want to do it again.” Yeosang stares at him for a moment before looking away as he mumbles, “It was beautiful on you.” Seonghwa smiles softly and nudges him with his elbow. “You're too sweet, Sangie.” ‘That nickname again…’

“C'mon, I think I have some coke zero. I know you like those over the regular.” Yeosang follows him, nearly stumbling onto the stool provided, a cold coke zero being handed to him. He watches as Seonghwa wanders around, cleaning the kitchen as the water starts to boil. “Sorry for the mess, Hongjoong's a pain to live with. I swear I feel like his nagging wife, reminding him to pick up after himself.” He chuckles, shaking his head. The sour feeling from earlier starts to creep back up into Yeosang’s throat, this time threatening to push past his lips. He slowly gets off the stool and sets the soda down on the counter top, nearly missing it entirely. Seonghwa looks up at him, startled. “Yeo…are you okay?” He reaches out to steady the younger. His touch burns Yeosang’s arm, making him flinch and stumble backwards. “I-I’m sorry, Hyung…I just…d-don’t feel well.” He mumbles, swallowing hard, trying desperately to will away the taste of bile in the back of his throat. Seonghwa holds onto him, concern written all over his face. “Do you need medicine? Water? Do you need to lay down?” Yeosang pulls away and shakes his head, backing out of the kitchenette. “I should go.” He hears Seonghwa turn the stove off and follow after him. “Yeosang, atleast let me call you a cab!” Yeosang turns to look at him, only to be drawn to the painting just behind his shoulder. “It's better if I walk. The air will help, it's not far.” He tries to smile through the blatant lie and reaches for the door. “Atleast let me walk you back or-” Yeosang cuts him off. “Thank you for tonight again…I needed it.” He smiles weakly and before Seonghwa could protest, he forces himself through the front door. Tears burn behind his eyelids as he walks hurriedly down the walk. ‘This is what you get for thinking you had a chance.’

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Toxic Valentine

Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Song Mingi Jeong Yunho/Park Seonghwa Choi San/Jung Wooyoung Choi San/Jung Wooyoung/Park Seonghwa Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

TW: Major Character Death. Smut. Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Douchebag Haircuts and Man-scara

Holla back AKA Why did they cut that banger of a line out of that script? AKA Ode To Chipper

Hongjoong slams his front door shut, locking the top bolt and yanks his phone out of his pocket, shaking as he dials Mingi’s number. He paces back and forth in the entry way as it rings. “Hi, Joongie.” His heart nearly jumps out of his chest when he hears his boyfriend’s voice. “Th-thank god you picked up, M-min.” Hongjoong hears the sound of the rustling of Mingi sitting up on his end. “Hongjoong, what’s wrong?” Hongjoog takes a deep breath before he speaks. “Seonghwa ran off with those weirdos, WooSan and The Pan burned down.” Bile creeps his way up his throat. “You’re okay, right?” Mingi breathes into the phone, anxiety gripping his chest. “You could smell them burning…I just…it was horrible and Seonghwa is still with those freaks in their creepy van! We have to find him.” “Who gives a shit about Hwa and those douchebags and their douchebag haircuts and man-scara, people just burned to death!” Hongjoong jumps at the sudden ring of his doorbell, gripping his phone tighter to his face. “Holy shit, someone's at my door. I'm home alone!” Mingi swears under his breath. “Where is your mom?” Hongjoong backs against the wall, nearly tripping over a stray shoe. “Swing shift…Just try to stay awake. I'll call you.” Mingi sighs into the phone. “Holla back.” Hongjoong hangs up the phone and tiptoes back towards the front door, standing on his toes to see through the window on the door. Shaking, he reaches for the handle and whips open the door. His heartbeat sounds like a rushing river in his eardrums cutting through the silence as he stares out to the empty stoop. He slams the door shut and turns to the entryway, a scream stuck in his throat. Seonghwa is standing in the dark hallway, pale and grinning ear to ear. His clothes are tattered and bloodstained; his makeup is smeared, and his eyes sunken like a corpse. “Um, Hwa?” Seonghwa stares into his soul and continues to smile with unblinking, red eyes. “W-what happened?” A dripping sound cuts through the silence, making Hongjoong look down. Large drops of blood spatter the linoleum at Seonghwa’s feet. Hongjoong reaches a trembling hand towards him. “H-hwa…” Seonghwa lets out a horrifying scream at the top of his lungs and vomits a torrent of black bile all over himself and Hongjoong before staggering down the hallway. Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa blindly and claps a hand over his mouth. Seonghwa falls to his knees, his screams turning to insane laughter. Hongjoong tries to run, but Seonghwa grabs him and THROWS him against the wall with superhuman force, pinning him. Seonghwa slowly brushes his face against Hongjoong's hair, his earlobe, Hongjoong not daring to move a muscle. Seonghwa's hand slides up Hongjoong's ribcage as he presses his lips against Hongjoong's throat. “Are you scared?” Hongjoong slowly nods. Seonghwa parts his lips, brushing his pulse point, just soft enough to send chills up his spine. He suddenly stops and pulls away, pushing him to the floor. Seonghwa bolts out the front door and towards the street. Hongjoong lays motionless for a moment, then stumbles toward the doorway. Hongjoong screamed his name into the empty street.

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Toxic Valentine

Literally just imagining ATEEZ in Jennifer's Body. My 🍃 brain and boredom gave this idea.

Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Song Mingi Jeong Yunho/Park Seonghwa Choi San/Jung Wooyoung Choi San/Jung Wooyoung/Park Seonghwa Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

TW: Major Character Death. Smut. Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Crossposted: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44089002/chapters/110857875

Chapter 1: Sandbox Love

We were our yearbook photos.

Hongjoong has always thought Seonghwa was beautiful. More beautiful than the girls on the cheerleading squad even. Probably why people thought it was weird that a babe like Seonghwa would associate with a dork like him. He just knows that they've been best friends since they were little kids. "Sandbox love never dies." As they say.

Which is why Hongjoong doesn't question it when Seonghwa corners him at his locker in between classes.

"You and me are going out tonight." He says with a grin. Hongjoong laughs. "We are?" Seonghwa flips his phone around, showing the Twitter page of two dark haired men in matching eyeliner and leather. "WooSan is playing at The Pan tonight. They're so hot, we have to go." Hongjoong nibbles at his lip. "I promised Mingi I would hang out tonight." The taller one rolls his eyes. "Boo!" He mimes making an X over Hongjoong. "Cross out Joongie" He pouts, picking at his nails. Hongjoong sighs and shakes his head. "What time's the show?" Seonghwa grins from ear to ear. "Pick you up at 8:30!" He turns to wake away but stops to look over his shoulder. "Wear something cute okay?" Hongjoong shakes his head, smiling and waves him off.

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Mingi watches from Hongjoong's bed as he cycles through a few different outfits, deciding on a black button up and high waisted shorts, a red plaid half skirt cinched tight around his tiny waist. "Don't you think that's a little risky to go out in? Half the people that go to The Pan are creeps. They'll definitely be all over you in a skirt." Hongjoong gives him the side eye before picking up his makeup palette. "It's a rock show. This is my rock look." Mingi sighs. "Well your ass is gonna attract too much attention." He fiddles with the bedspread. "We were supposed to watch Juno tonight. It's supposed to be really funny. You always do what Seonghwa says." Hongjoong finishes his makeup and gives his boyfriend a sympathetic look, putting his brushes down. "We're best friends, babe. We have stuff in common." He leans over the bed to give his boyfriend a slow kiss. Mingi smiles into it, sneaking a hand towards Hongjoong's waist when Hongjoong pulls away. "Hwa's here." They hear the front door slam shut and Seonghwa calling up the stairs. "Let's go!!! I wanna get right up to the stage and I can't do that if you're busy swapping spit!" Hongjoong chuckles and pulls Mingi to get up with him. "It's so weird how you guys do that."

Seonghwa whistles at Hongjoong when they get to the front door to greet him. Hongjoong eyes his friend's outfit in approval. Seonghwa had decided that cleavage and abs were necessary in tight dark jeans and a white cropped button up, two tiny buttons barely keeping his chest from being completely exposed. He waves a set of car keys and grins. "Guess who's got the whip until 11:30? A 2016 Kia Optima and it's all mine." He looks Hongjoong up and down. "You look hot as fuck." He turns to Mingi and wrinkles his nose. "It smells like Thai food in here. Have you guys been fucking?" Mingi sputters while Hongjoong laughs. "You're gross." He playfully shoves Seonghwa. Seonghwa shoves back, laughing. Hongjoong doesn't flinch when his back hits the wall behind him from the force. "Let's go to the club." Seonghwa says, grabbing Hongjoong's hand. Mingi follows after them. "The Pan is a not a club. It's a creepy hole in the wall that's barely able to sell beer. I hear it's condemned because the place is crawling with cockroaches." Seonghwa rolls his eyes. "Eat my ass, Mingi. You're just jello because you're not invited." Mingi glares at him, crossing his arms. "I'm not jealous. I just want you to stop kidnapping my boyfriend." Seonghwa flips him off as they reach his car. "You're so lime jello and you can't even admit it to yourself." Hongjoong gives Mingi one last kiss before getting in the car with Seonghwa. "I'll call you when I get home!" He doesn't get to hear a response as Seonghwa steps on the gas towards the bar.

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The Pan is crawling with the usual crowd when they pull up. Seonghwa grins and opens the glove box, revealing four bottles of soju. "How did you even get those?" Hongjoong remarks as he pulls them out. Seonghwa pops open one bottle and downs a good amount before offering it to Hongjoong. "That guy my mom has been seeing has so much booze in his house. I don't even think he notices." Hongjoong shakes his head. "How are you planning to get those past security?" Seonghwa smirks. "Yunho is working security tonight." The younger boy sighs and shakes his head, opening his door. "If you say so."

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Seonghwa isn't wrong, the tall friendly police cadet is working the door. He grins when he sees the two. "Park Seonghwa, of course you'd be here tonight." His face drops a little seeing the obvious bulge under Seonghwa's jacket. "You know I could get in a lot of trouble for letting you in with that." Seonghwa rolls his eyes and holds his hand out to be marked as under 21. "Don't pretend like you give a shit now, Yunho. You didn't give a shit when I blew you in the bathroom last time you were on the job." Yunho sighs and looks at Hongjoong for back up, getting a simple shrug instead. He marks both of their hands. "Fine, but you owe me." Seonghwa blows him a kiss as they head towards the stage.

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Two men are settling up microphones and fiddling with wires on the tiny stage. Seonghwa slaps Hongjoong's arm excitedly. "That's them! That's WooSan!" The taller of the men must have heard him because he looks up at the pair. Hongjoong is immediately taken aback by the man's sharp eyes, feeling a little like he's staring into his soul. Seonghwa pulls his friend up closer to the stage. "You must be San! I'm Seonghwa and this is Hongjoong." He holds his hand out and the man, San, shakes it with a chuckle at the boy's enthusiasm. "Nice to meet you. Yes, I'm San." Hongjoong suddenly feels a hand on his lower back and jumps a little, seeing a sun kissed man grinning at him with all of his teeth. "I'm Wooyoung. You're both pretty cute." Seonghwa giggles, practically vibrating with excitement next to Hongjoong. "You guys are so good. I can't stop listening to Thanxxx. It's such a bop." Wooyoung climbs up on stage next to San. "Thank you. We are professionals, you know." San says dryly, looking at his phone. "What made you guys wanna play out here? No one else knows who you are here but us two." Hongjoong asks, getting an elbow to the ribs from Seonghwa. "We like playing new places, especially when no one knows us. It's an opportunity to try new things." Wooyoung says, looking at them up and down. Seonghwa pulls the two bottles of soju from under his jacket and holds it out to them. "I thought you guys might need a pick-me-up surrounded by all these randos." He says, giggling a little. San takes both bottles while Wooyoung shakes his head. "I'm more of a beer guy myself. " Seonghwa nods his head. "I can do that! We'll be right back!" He drags Hongjoong towards the bar, only stopping when Hongjoong plants his feet. "Hwa, how exactly are you planning on getting booze right now?" Seonghwa makes a face and shrugs. "I'll play grab ass with one of the patrons. Easy peasy." Hongjoong stares at him as he walks over. He goes back towards the stage to text Mingi that they made it safe when he overhears San and Wooyoung chatting. "What about him?" San asks. Wooyoung scoffs at him. "The walking nerd cliche? No. We can do better than that." He smirks at his partner. "I think we should go for the tall one. He's definitely one of those hot ones that flirts hardcore but will not give it up. Total blue baller. Besides, look at that ass." Hongjoong starts to feel nauseous at the way they're speaking of his Seonghwa. San rolls his eyes but stops seeing Hongjoong staring daggers at them. Hongjoong flips him off and goes to find Seonghwa.

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Seonghwa almost bumps into Hongjoong with a tray of beer. "Come on, I have to get these to Wooyoung before they play." Hongjoong puts his hand on Seonghwa's shoulder. "They're gross, Hwa. We should just bail." Seonghwa grins. "I like 'em gross. I think they want me. I would too. These pants are so tight, I'll probably have to cut them off. Wanna help?" He wiggles his eyebrows. "Dude, I'm serious. I'm pretty sure it's only because they think you're a virgin." Seonghwa snorts and shakes his head. "I haven't been a virgin since junior high. That includes girls. I can play an innocent virgin if that's what they're into. I did it for Yunho all the time." Hongjoong shakes him a little. "Please Seonghwa. Something's weird about them." Seonghwa rolls his eyes again and shoves him aside. "Don't cock block me just because you're jealous." He makes his way up the stage, delivering the beers as promised, fluttering his eyelashes at the singers.

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As the music starts, Seonghwa finds Hongjoong and slides their hands together, fingers entwined. Wooyoung and San's voices meld together to form a beautiful melody. The sound brought goosebumps up Hongjoong's spine. His nose wrinkles at the smell of something burning nearby. He looks up to see a small flame moving from one wood beam in the ceiling to another, gripping Seonghwa's hand in panic. Somewhere behind them, he hears something crashing to the floor, the burning scent exploding through the bar. Patrons begin to panic and scatter to escape the flame, glasses breaking in all directions. Hongjoong grips Seonghwa's hand tighter and pulls him towards the bathroom. It takes a moment to shake the older into moving, seemingly unphased by anything going on, besides the two men singing on stage. They reach the bathroom and Hongjoong climbs up on the toilet to the small window. He flinches hearing screams get louder as the flames take over more of the bar. He pulls himself through the window and helps Seonghwa do the same.

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They drag themselves a small distance from the burning and Seonghwa falls to his knees, coughing. Hongjoong kneels to hold him, forcing his head up to cup his cheeks. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Seonghwa just stares blankly ahead, dazed. "We need to get away from here. You need a doctor. Where are the keys-" Hongjoong is cut off by the sight of San and Wooyoung sauntering up to them like there wasn't a burning building and screaming people around them. San kneels beside them and shoves Hongjoong aside to put himself in front of Seonghwa. He takes his chin between two fingers. "Thank God you're alright. We've been looking everywhere for you." Seonghwa nods, unable to speak. "We need to get somewhere safe. We parked our van a little ways, you'll be okay there until everything calms down." He turns to Wooyoung. "He's in shock." Wooyoung takes a pull from the beer in his hand before pressing the bottle to Seonghwa's lips. "Drink up, honey. It'll help." Seonghwa chokes a little as he tries to sip and nod at the same time. San grins and pulls Seonghwa to his feet, leading him towards the far end of the parking lot towards a dark van. Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa's hand and tries to pull him back. "Seonghwa, we have the Optima. Let's just go." Wooyoung pries his hand off of Seonghwa and pushes him away. "Seonghwa! We have to go home together. I will literally buy you McDonald's right now. Two Big Mac's with extra Mac sauce. Let's go, I'm starving!!" Hongjoong cries, trying to get ahead of the trio. Seonghwa stumbles forward and shoves him. "Just stop it. Hongjoong. Seriously. Stop." Hongjoong stills, staring at his best friend in shock. He watches as the singers help Seonghwa into the van, seeing Wooyoung's wicked grin as the door closes behind them.

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Dialogue Prompt List - Long List

Angst

“All I wanted was a happy ending.”

“Mistakes are easily made in the moment. Apologies are not.”

“I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

“My emotions have been turbulent for so long, I’m not sure how to react.”

“My heart tells me to kiss you, my head tells me to walk away.”

“I don’t want material belongings! I want my heart back!”

“Until you can return the time I wasted on you, I don’t want anything to do with you.” 

“Grief is natural they say. So is death. I don’t want either.”

“You can’t look pretty and dangerous at the same time. Not yet.”

“Kill everything dear to you and then you will know how it feels.”

“I don’t hold people close. It makes it easier for them to hurt you.” 

“Don’t touch me. Your skin is poison.” 

“Why won’t he/she/they call?”

“I’m dreading her/his/their call, I’m not ready.”

“I don’t like this, it feels weird.” 

“Kill my feelings, kill my soul. Kill everything I am.” 

“Don’t call me, I don’t want any contact with you.”

“Please don’t talk to me, I’m dealing with some stuff.”

“It’s not working out. We’re not working out.” 

“Hey, I’m leaving for good. I’ll…see you around.”

Fluff

“I want to eat a yoghurt with you.” 

“Can we make cake? I like cake.”

“I like your rainbow shoes.”

Please hold me. It’s been a day.”

“I’ve never felt such love.”

“The moon is high tonight, it frames you well.”

“I want to dance through an army of fireflies with you.”

“Stars pale in comparison to you.”

“My heart hurts when I see you and I find myself drunk on the pain.”

“I would give up everything for the chance to see your laugh again.”

“Monster Inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter runs my entire world.”

“I dedicated this nail to you, when I painted them.”

“All I want is to sleep by your side.”

“Cover me in badges of your love.”

“I’ve never enjoyed anything more than a hug from you.”

“You look yummy.”

“My hand was made to fit into yours. That’s all there is to it.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

“This might sound so creepy but I want your skin. It’s so pretty.”

“You just dropped love into my heart and that’s all I needed.”

Soulmates

“It was a matter of time before we got together.”

“My soul sings when it feels you.” 

“Please, please hold my hand, and make me whole.”

“My life missed yours forever.” 

“If my soul had been cut in half at birth, it would have gone to you.”

“We’re two bodies with one soul only.”

“I couldn’t imagine my future without you now that I have you.” 

“I feel like I’ve died now he’s/she’s/they’re gone.”

“Please take my soul and never let go.” 

“I’ve never seen colour like I do with you.” 

“All my soul yearns for is your presence.”

“We can’t win. Either I have you and my soul sings but your cries, or we’re apart and your soul rejoices but mine dies.” 

“Time is what we don’t have, but you are what I need.”

“I didn’t think I could find someone as perfectly matched as you.” 

“Please treat me with kid gloves, my soul can’t take much more.”

“Soulmates don’t have to be romantic. Sometimes your soul resonates with a friend.”

“This existence would mean little without you.”

“Why try to force it? If we’re truly soulmates, it’ll happen.”

“Please keep me close until the close of the final day.”

“Everything about you is amazing to me.” 

Friendship Specifically

“Wow, that is a ridiculously bug watermelon. I love it.” 

“Let’s drink wine and trash talk our co-workers.” 

“What do you mean you’re sick?! You’re my partner in crime!”

Best friends are a rare breed and you are the best of best friends.” 

“Everyone’s out on dates, want to each ice cream and binge watch (insert TV show/movie).”

“I’m here for you. I got your back.” 

“Thank God for the internet. I don’t know how I’d live without you.”

“I’m the pun-master, you’ll miss me when I’m gone.” 

“No one understands the effort of a long distant friendship.”

“They don’t approve of our friendship, but I don’t need them too.”

“In the end we migrate towards comfort. I am my most comfortable around you.” 

“Why date when you can spend the night with me watching shitty TV and drinking.”

“Never underestimate friendship.”

“If you quote Yu-Gi-Oh’s power of friendship one more time I will kill you.”

“Even if we don’t talk for days, I’ll always be your best friend.” 

“You can take as many breaks as you need.” 

“Friendships can be difficult, but those that survive are magical ones.”

“You know I will be with you forever. Friends until the end.”

If they try to keep us apart, they’re idiots.”

“There’s nothing like a boys/girls/friends night.”

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Correction: It's apparently a fashion designer au.

Me: I should sleep I’m working a double today!

My Brain, hearing Earned It: You should write some gratuitous Raken office smut. Right now.

[ivawrites]

Me: I should sleep I'm working a double today!

My Brain, hearing Earned It: You should write some gratuitous Raken office smut. Right now.

[ivawrites]

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it

[ivawrites]

I'll Fix You With My Love

Autumn is probably Hakyeon's favorite time of year. The cool air, the leaves, everything about it leaves him awestruck. Unfortunately that same cool air never fails to give his boyfriend the worst colds.

  It doesn't surprise him when he comes home to a pile of sniffling blankets on the couch. He goes over and gently shakes the pile. “When's the last time you took an medicine, baby?” He receives a whine in return. Hakyeon sighs and begins picking apart the fleece tangles until he catches a glimpse of the younger's face, puffy and pink with fever. Big brown eyes blink up at him. “It's not helping.” Jaehwan's voice comes out raspy and visibly makes him wince from the soreness. Hakyeon rakes his fingers through Jaewhan's hair, cooing softly. “Poor baby Jaehwannie~ Let's get you up. A hot bath and some tea will help.” The younger whines even as he detangles himself from his nest and sits up, swaying a bit. Hakyeon coos again and stands, scooping him up and carrying him to the bathroom.

  After setting him on the toilet, he starts filling the tub, throwing in a soothing bathbomb for good measure. “Get undressed lovey. I can't do everything for you~” Jaehwan whines at Hakyeon's teasing tone of voice. “But I'm so tired…” Hakyeon sighs and stands, pulling Jaehwan to his feet and undressing him gently. He places soft kisses here and there, just to see his boyfriend squirm. When he's finished, he helps Jaehwan into the tub. “Just relax now.” He runs his fingers through his hair again. “I'll be right back. I'm going to make some tea.” Jaehwan nods sleepily and Hakyeon kisses his forehead before leaving for the kitchen.

  By the time he returns, Jaehwan is partially underwater, blowing bubbles just under the surface. Hakyeon smiles and kneels next to the tub, setting the steaming mug on the tub's edge. “Having fun, Jagi?” Jaehwan surfaces and smiles. “I'm starting to feel a bit better already.” Hakyeon smiles again and kisses his forehead. “I thought you might. Now sit up properly and drink your tea. That will help even more.” The younger sits up and takes the mug to drink from. He winces at the heat stinging his sore throat and sets the mug down again. “Hyungie?” Hakyeon hums. “Can you read to me? Please” Jaehwan bats his long eyelashes up the older. Hakyeon smiles and ruffles his hair. “Of course, love.” He gets up and goes to their room, grabbing a thick book from the shelf, the gold title shining in the light; and brings it back to the bathroom.

  Jaehwan smiles at the sight of the book. “What a pretty book, hyungie~ I wonder where you got it~” Hakyeon laughs and settles down next to the tub again. “It was a gift from my favorite human in the world~ Now. A story or a poem?” Jaehwan thinks for a moment. “Whatever one is your absolute favorite.” The older smiles and ruffles Jaehwan's hair, then turns the pages to find the piece he wants. He clears his throat and begins to read.

  “It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

   Than to love and be loved by me.”

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought "

 Jaehwan closes his eyes and loses himself in his boyfriend's soft voice. Maybe being sick has it's perks after all.

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@stitch-quinn @bapdaydreams why y'all reblogging this???

This might be a fic idk ヽ(ﾟｰﾟ*ヽ)ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ(ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ

“Yongguk-ah, can’t we go and explore a bit? The summit doesn’t start for another day.”

“You know, we can’t do that., Jonguppie. We both know how easily you get lost, chasing butterflies and the like. We cannot miss this summit.”

“That was one time. I can’t believe Mother told you about that.”

“She didn’t. Who do you think helped find you?”

“Can order you to forget it happened and never speak of it again?”

“You can try, but I will suddenly and temporarily lose my ability to hear it.”

“You stole that trick from me! You sly old man.”

“Apologies, Highness, but I seem to have lost my hearing.”

[ivawrites]

This might be a fic idk ヽ(ﾟｰﾟ*ヽ)ヽ(*ﾟｰﾟ*)ﾉ(ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ

“Yongguk-ah, can’t we go and explore a bit? The summit doesn’t start for another day.”

“You know, we can’t do that., Jonguppie. We both know how easily you get lost, chasing butterflies and the like. We cannot miss this summit.”

“That was one time. I can’t believe Mother told you about that.”

“She didn’t. Who do you think helped find you?”

“Can order you to forget it happened and never speak of it again?”

“You can try, but I will suddenly and temporarily lose my ability to hear it.”

“You stole that trick from me! You sly old man.”

“Apologies, Highness, but I seem to have lost my hearing.”

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OT3 goodness

We specifically bought this mini-van instead of a car because it has three seats in the font but now all we do is argue about who gets to sit in the middle

Our group chat is mostly just Person A serenading the both of us with song lyrics and dirty messages oh my god this fucking dork…oh shit now I’m kinda aroused one of you fuckers meet me for lunch asap

We all tried to spit our toothpaste in the sink at the same time and ended up banging our heads together and communicating in unintelligible noises due to having too much fucking toothpaste in our mouths oh my god will one you just spit first I’m so tired I want to go to bed

Person A always sleeps in the middle because they are the smallest but that also means that sometimes they end up like a whole half of the way down the bed by morning and more than once now we’ve both been terrified we accidentally suffocated them in the night

Person B is literally so fucking ticklish and we tickle-attack them so often that we think they might actually secretly hate us and have plans to leave us

Your parents are super supportive of our relationship which is really nice but every year your mom knits us three matching Christmas sweaters and we have no choice but to wear them and now the entire extended family knows we’re all together and it can get kinda awkward at times but oh well I love you both so much, hey Person A show us your childhood bedroom

I SWEAR I HAVEN’T WORN A PAIR OF MY OWN UNDERWEAR IN OVER A YEAR THERE IS JUST SO MUCH FUCKING UNDERWEAR IN THIS HOUSEHOLD GODDAMN

You and I were innocently making out but then I got aroused and so did you but we knew Person C would be home literally any minute so we just decided to wait for them at which point they walked through the door and took one look at our faces and realized exactly what was going on before sighing at us disappointingly and taking off their shirt

You two are such trouble-makers and I am literally cleaning up after you 24/7 please be adults for like one second and no both of you simultaneously smothering me in neck kisses isn’t going to make me less mad….but carry on anyways

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