littlelostdemonofthelight

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These pcs are taking me out 😭

“Free the office workers unfairly trapped at work. Let them go home!”

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ATEEZ & Their Significant Other Who Struggles to Express Emotions

Hongjoong – The Leader Who Notices Everything

Hongjoong has always been someone who appreciates unspoken love. He’s perceptive and sensitive, so he quickly catches on to the way his significant other struggles with words. At first, he worries does this mean they don’t feel as deeply as he does? But then he notices the way they always make sure his workspace is tidy when he’s too overwhelmed to clean, how they leave his favorite snacks on his desk when he’s working late, how they sit beside him in silence when he’s exhausted. He realizes that love doesn’t have to be loud.

One day, after an especially hard week, Hongjoong finds a small note on his desk. It’s short just a simple, “I’m proud of you. You’re doing so well.” But it makes his heart squeeze in his chest , and for a moment, he just stares at the note, running his fingers over the ink as if to make sure it’s real. His significant other has never been good at saying how they feel, but this… this means everything.

When he turns around, they’re standing in the doorway, shifting nervously. He can see it took a lot for them to write that, to leave it for him. He doesn’t say anything at first he just crosses the room and pulls them into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of their head.

“Thank you,” he murmurs against their hair, voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

They don’t answer, just wrap their arms around him a little tighter. But they don’t have to say anything Hongjoong already knows.

Seonghwa – The Gentle Protector

Seonghwa is patient. He doesn’t rush his significant other to say things they’re not comfortable with. Instead, he learns their language the way they press extra slices of fruit into his hands when he’s busy, the way they straighten the collar of his shirt before he leaves, the way they rest their head on his shoulder when words fail them.

One night, after a particularly stressful day, Seonghwa finds himself exhausted, drained from everything. His significant other doesn’t ask what’s wrong. They don’t push him to talk. Instead, they simply take his hand and lead him to the couch, gently tugging him down until his head is resting in their lap.

Their fingers card through his hair in slow, soothing strokes, and he feels himself relax under their touch. It’s such a simple gesture, but it speaks volumes.

“You always take care of me,” he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. “Let me take care of you too.”

For a while, there’s only silence. But then, softly, almost hesitantly, they whisper, “I like taking care of you.”

It’s rare for them to say things like this, and Seonghwa treasures every word. He turns his head just enough to press a kiss against their wrist, heart swelling with warmth. “And I like you,” he says, voice full of affection.

They don’t say anything more, but the way their fingers tighten ever so slightly in his hair is all the answer he needs.

Yunho – The Sunshine Who Loves Freely

Yunho is naturally expressive. He’s affectionate, always ready with a hug or a bright smile, so at first, he worries about the way his significant other holds back. He wonders if they feel uncomfortable, if they need space. But then he starts noticing the little things how they always save the last bite of their favorite snack for him, how they lean into him just the slightest bit when they think he won’t notice, how their fingers brush against his hand before quickly pulling away, as if they’re testing the waters.

So he waits. He never forces them to say things they’re not ready to say. Instead, he keeps loving them in the way he knows how openly, freely, without expectation.

And then one day, when he’s rambling about his day with his usual enthusiasm, he feels their hand slip into his. Their fingers are hesitant, unsure, but they don’t pull away. Yunho stops mid-sentence, blinking down at their joined hands before looking up at them.

Their gaze is fixed on the floor, their face slightly pink, but their grip tightens just a little. “I like listening to you talk,” they mumble, barely audible.

For a moment, Yunho just stares. And then he beams, squeezing their hand gently. “Then I’ll talk forever if it means you’ll stay with me.”

They huff, rolling their eyes, but there’s a tiny smile on their lips. And to Yunho, that’s more than enough.

Yeosang – The Quiet Observer

Yeosang understands silence better than anyone. He’s not one for big, dramatic declarations himself, so when his significant other struggles with words, he doesn’t mind. He notices the way they show love instead the way they straighten his gaming chair so it’s always comfortable for him, the way they put an extra blanket on his side of the bed when it’s cold, the way they always look at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world, even if they never say it aloud.

But one night, as they’re sitting side by side, their pinkies just barely touching, they suddenly whisper, “You make me feel safe.”

Yeosang turns to them, startled. It’s rare for them to say something like this, to put their feelings into words so directly.

His throat feels tight, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm them, so he simply laces their fingers together, squeezing gently. “You’re safe with me,” he promises, his voice soft but firm.

They don’t respond, but the way they lean into him just a little more tells him everything he needs to know.

San – The Passionate Lover

San is intense when it comes to love. He feels things deeply, expresses them freely, so at first, he doesn’t understand why his significant other holds back. He craves reassurance, affection, words of affirmation, and sometimes, their silence makes him doubt.

But then he starts noticing the little ways they show their love how they always make sure he has a bottle of water before he leaves for practice, how they send him pictures of things that remind them of him, how they instinctively reach for him in their sleep, as if seeking comfort even in unconsciousness.

One evening, as they’re sitting on the balcony, watching the city lights, San sighs. “Sometimes I wish you’d tell me how you feel.” His voice is quiet, unsure.

His significant other doesn’t respond right away. Then, slowly, they reach for his hand, intertwining their fingers. “I don’t know how to say things,” they admit, voice barely above a whisper. “But I feel them. I hope you know that.”

San swallows hard, his grip tightening around theirs. “I do,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to their knuckles. “I really do.”

Mingi – The Gentle Giant

Mingi has a soft heart, and he’s more sensitive than people realize. He craves warmth, reassurance, but he knows his significant other struggles with expressing emotions. So he never pushes. Instead, he watches for the small things the way they always let him rest his head on their lap when he’s tired, the way they text him reminders to eat, the way they laugh just a little louder when he’s the one making jokes.

One night, as they’re cuddled up together, Mingi whispers, “I love you.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, very quietly, they whisper back, “I love you too.”

Mingi freezes. They’ve never said it before. His heart stutters, his throat goes dry, and then suddenly, he’s pulling them into the tightest hug, burying his face in their shoulder.

“You don’t have to say it often,” he mumbles, voice thick. “But when you do, it means everything.”

They don’t answer, just hold him tighter.

Wooyoung – The Affectionate Tease

Wooyoung thrives on affection. He loves touch, loves words, loves anything that makes a relationship feel alive. But he also understands that love looks different for everyone.

So when his significant other struggles to say how they feel, he doesn’t pout (too much). Instead, he watches for the signs the way they always save the best pieces of food for him, the way they sit a little closer than necessary, the way their eyes soften when they look at him.

And then one day, out of nowhere, they whisper, “I missed you today.”

Wooyoung nearly chokes. “Say it again.”

They groan, shoving him playfully, but their ears are red. Wooyoung grins, heart swelling. He’ll treasure this moment forever.

Jongho – The Steady Rock

Jongho is calm and grounded, but he also has a soft spot for sincerity. He isn’t the type to ask for grand romantic gestures, but he values honesty and openness. So at first, when his significant other keeps their feelings tucked away, he finds himself feeling unsure. But over time, he begins to understandlove, for them, is shown in the quiet consistency of care.

They don’t say much, but they always walk beside him in silence when he’s had a long day. They always bring him tea when his throat is sore from practice. They wrap his scarf just a little tighter on colder mornings.

Jongho starts to realize that their silence is full of love it just speaks a different language.

Then one day, as they’re sitting on the couch watching a movie, Jongho feels a hand slip into his. Not just resting holding. Firmly. With intention. When he glances over, they don’t look at him. But their voice, quiet and unsure, floats in the air:

“I don’t always know how to say it… but I think about you all the time.”

Jongho’s heart stutters. He’s quiet for a moment, and then he lifts their hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

“I know,” he says. “I feel it, even when you don’t say it.”

He doesn’t need flowery words. That one sentence those few brave, vulnerable words mean more than anything else ever could

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Yunho ✧ [GOLDEN HOUR Part.3] Making Film

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Lemon Drop

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exorcise the devil

[ J. Yunho ]

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summary: in which your boyfriend is crashing out without you while on tour

warning: dom yunho, possessive yunho, needy yunho, sub reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, overstimulation, established relationship

genre: smut

pairing: idol yunho x afab reader

word count: 2.7k

note: this was requested by @ecriggs1990

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Wooyoung’s voice was exasperated.

“Y/N. Babe. Please.”

You balanced your phone on your shoulder while zipping up your overnight bag. “He’s that bad?”

“That bad?” Wooyoung scoffed. “The man nearly bit my head off because his mic pack wasn’t charged. Yunho doesn’t get mad. He just… stands there. And broods. Sexy for the fans. Hell for the rest of us.”

You bit your lip, already mentally on the plane. “He’s not… sleeping?”

“He’s not sleeping. He’s not eating. He jerks off like, four times a day, and he’s still walking around with a hard on.”

You laughed. “How would you know?”

“I share a wall with him. I’ve been listening to your name in three different tones for a week straight. Please come to Berlin. Fix your boyfriend before he humps the mic stand on stage or kills Jongho for teasing him.”

You rolled your eyes but your heart was pounding. “Text me the hotel and venue.”

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That night that you arrived, the venue was packed.

The floor beneath you shook with the bass as ATEEZ hit the stage, lights strobing and fans screaming. You pressed closer to the barricade, blending in as one of the many.

But not to Yunho.

He spotted you instantly.

You weren’t even looking at him yet, too focused on cheering with the rest of the crowd, but the moment his gaze found you, everything about him shifted.

His jaw clenched. His dancing sharpened. His eyes darkened.

You swore you saw his hand flex mid choreo like he was imagining it against your throat instead of in the air.

Like muscle memory.

He was feral for the next hour. Drenched in sweat, intense, so focused it felt like he was only performing for you. Every thrust of his hips was just a little harder. Every growl into the mic, a little deeper.

And every time he passed your side of the stage, his eyes stayed locked.

By the time the show ended, your legs were shaking and you were the one dripping, from nothing more than a look.

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Backstage was chaos.

But it parted like the Red Sea when Yunho stepped through, still breathless from the final bow, hair sticking to his forehead, chest heaving, and eyes scanning until he found you.

And he dropped.

Dropped to his knees like you were oxygen, like prayer, like salvation.

You barely had time to set down your bag before his arms were around your waist, face buried in your stomach, groaning your name.

“God, baby… I can’t…. I need you. Right now.”

You ran your fingers through his sweat damp hair, pulling lightly to tilt his face up.

“Hi,” you whispered.

He just stared. Hungry. Starved.

“I almost flew home,” he rasped. “I was gonna say fuck the tour. I’ve been losing my mind without you.”

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The ride to the hotel was fast. Too fast.

Yunho couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He kissed you like a man possessed in the elevator, dragging you close, lips devouring yours until the ding of the door forced him to pause.

But the moment the hotel door shut behind you, he pounced.

He pressed you against the wall, tugging your shirt over your head with shaking hands.

“Take off your pants,” he growled. “Now.”

“Yunho…”

“I’ve waited three weeks,” he panted, pushing down his own sweats, dick already hard and leaking. “Three weeks of my fist. My imagination. My fucking dreams.”

You backed toward the bed, pulling your jeans down, eyes wide.

Yunho followed like a hunter, like you were prey. “You don’t understand,” he murmured, “what it’s like to crave someone so bad you can’t breathe without them.”

You didn’t answer.

You didn’t have to.

Because the second you laid back, he was on you, kneeling between your thighs, dragging your panties off and moaning at the sight of you.

“You’re already wet,” he groaned, running his tongue flat over your slit. “Fuck, I missed this taste. Missed you.”

You cried out as he licked you open, devouring like a man finally given water in a desert.

His fingers pushed in deep, curling right where you needed them, tongue flicking mercilessly against your clit.

“Come for me,” he whispered, voice thick with need. “Please, baby. I need to feel you fall apart.”

You didn’t last. Couldn’t.

You shattered, legs trembling, sobbing his name like worship.

And he didn’t stop.

Yunho pulled himself up, slick chin glistening, eyes wild with lust. “Turn over.”

You obeyed instantly, and his hands grabbed your hips hard, lining himself up before slowly pushing in.

Deep.

So deep you gasped, fists clenching in the sheets as he bottomed out.

“God…. fuck… this pussy was made for me,” he groaned, thrusting hard, deep, desperate. “No one else. No one else can have you. You’re mine.”

The room filled with wet sounds, breathy moans, and the slap of skin. He fucked you like he was trying to brand himself inside you, his pace punishing but precise.

He tugged you up, chest to his, one hand gripping your throat just enough to make you moan.

“You’re gonna take all of it,” he whispered into your ear. “Every inch, every drop.”

Your orgasm hit like lightning, so hard you cried out, body going limp in his arms.

But Yunho didn’t let you fall.

He followed you down, fucking you through it, growling your name as he finally came, spilling deep inside with a broken gasp.

You collapsed into the mattress, both of you panting, covered in sweat and bliss and everything you’d been needing for weeks.

Later, in the silence of the suite, tangled together under sheets, Yunho kissed your shoulder, voice raw and soft. “Don’t leave.”

You smiled against his chest. “Not until you’re done touring.”

His arms tightened around you.

“Then I’m never letting go.”

Your thighs were still trembling when you tried to shift, sensitive and slick, but the low sound behind you stopped you cold.

A groan. Dark. Deep.

You glanced back over your shoulder, and there he was.

Still inside you. Still thick.

And getting hard again.

“Yunho?” you whispered, blinking through the haze of your last orgasm.

He didn’t answer with words at first, just rolled his hips up gently, his dick twitching deep inside you, already fully erect once more.

Your mouth fell open. “You’re… already?”

He smirked. That maddening, cocky, drop your panties smirk you were pretty sure he learned from Mingi. The one he only used when he knew he was about to wreck you.

“Dancer’s libido, baby,” he rasped, sitting up and dragging you effortlessly with him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct, your hands bracing on his chest.

“I haven’t even had my fill of you yet,” he whispered, lips brushing your jaw as he kissed up to your ear. “You really think I’m gonna stop now?”

His hips rolled again, slow and teasing, and you whined, still so sensitive it almost felt too much.

Almost.

But god, your body didn’t want to stop.

Yunho leaned back against the headboard, grabbing your hips with those strong dancer hands. “Ride me.”

You blinked, your body aching in the best way, breath shallow. “Yunho..”

“Come on,” he murmured, dragging you forward just enough that you gasped, his dick pressing even deeper. “Let me see you. Let me watch you.”

Your body moved before your brain could catch up, hands braced on his chest, hips starting to move.

He groaned low in his throat, head falling back. “Fuck yes, just like that. Take it all, baby.”

You started slow, the stretch intense, rolling your hips while Yunho kept a tight grip on your waist, guiding you, watching every single twitch of your face like it was a performance just for him.

“Look at you,” he breathed, eyes dark and locked on yours. “You were made to ride me.”

You whimpered, thighs burning, clit brushing his pelvis with every grind. “Yunho, I..”

“Faster.”

He sat up suddenly, one arm wrapping around your lower back, the other gripping your ass to pull you down harder.

His mouth found your throat, sucking bruises, tongue hot against your skin.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured. “Don’t you dare stop. I need you like this. Need to feel you come again.”

Your body trembled with each thrust. The angle, the friction, the heat, it was overwhelming.

And Yunho was just watching you, fucking worshiping you with his eyes.

When you clenched down hard around him, sobbing his name again, he cursed loud and held you there, thrusting up into you as he chased his own high.

“Shit, baby, you’re gonna make me come, ride me through it, fuck, yes….yes”

You felt him spill inside again, the heat of it, the twitch of his dick, the way he held you so tight you could hardly breathe.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you a sweaty, shaking, breathless mess.

He stroked your back as your heart pounded against his.

“That’s two,” he whispered against your temple, voice smug and sweet.

You laughed softly, still clinging to him. “You’re insatiable.”

He hummed. “For you? Always.”

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The bathroom was already fogged with steam by the time Yunho pulled you into it, one hand clasped around yours, the other resting low on your back.

Neither of you had said a word since the second round. You didn’t need to.

The look in his eyes said everything.

He turned the water hotter, then backed you into the marble tiled wall, steam curling between your bodies as it rained down in thick, heavy drops. His fingers brushed wet hair from your face, his other hand cradling your jaw.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice hoarse, low, reverent.

You nodded, breath shallow. “Yeah. Just… sore. Ruined. All the good things.”

He grinned, his lips brushing yours as he whispered, “One more?”

You smiled into the kiss, fingers curling around the back of his neck. “Greedy.”

“I told you,” he breathed, sliding his hand down your spine to palm your ass, pulling you flush against him. You could already feel him getting hard again, his dick thick and pressing into your belly, twitching between you.

“God,” you whispered, glancing down. “Are you ever not hard for me?”

He smirked, leaning in to kiss your throat, slow and lazy. “Not when I know what’s mine.”

Yunho didn’t rush this time.

He guided you back under the spray, letting the water trickle down both your bodies as his hands slid slowly over your hips, your waist, your breasts, relearning the terrain like he hadn’t already claimed it twice tonight.

His lips followed. Neck. Collarbone. Between your breasts. Down your stomach.

By the time he knelt between your legs, the tiles were slick, and so were you.

“You’re trembling again,” he murmured, mouth grazing your inner thigh. “Still sensitive?”

You nodded, clinging to the bar behind you. “Still needy.”

He groaned, kissing up the inside of your leg. “Good. That makes two of us.”

He didn’t go down on you again, this time, he simply stood, gripped your thighs, and lifted you like you weighed nothing.

Your back pressed to the shower wall, one of his hands supporting you, the other lining himself up at your entrance.

And then, with a single, slow thrust, he was inside.

You both gasped.

Water coursed down his back, your legs wrapped tightly around him as he filled you again, stretching you perfectly, the heat of his body just as overwhelming as the heat of the water.

This time, Yunho moved slow.

No desperation. No rough pace.

Just deep, rolling thrusts, his hips grinding into yours, his forehead resting against yours, your breath mixing in the thick steam.

You moaned quietly into his mouth, fingers sliding into his wet hair. “Yunho…”

“I’ve never missed anyone like this,” he whispered. “I was scared I was making you up. Like you were a dream.”

You kissed him, soft, slow. “I’m here. Real.”

His thrusts hit deeper at that, more focused, deliberate.

Each time he pushed in, it felt like he was trying to memorize every second. Every pulse. Every sound you made.

“I love you,” he breathed, lips brushing your temple.

Your eyes fluttered shut, heart thudding.

“I love you too.”

That was all it took.

He fucked you through that confession like it was sacred, until you were both trembling, water pounding around you, your body spasming in his arms as he finally came, deep and slow, with a guttural moan of your name.

He held you there for minutes afterward, your face buried in his neck, his arms tight around you, your bodies still joined beneath the falling water.

Neither of you moved.

Eventually, he carried you out, wrapped you in a towel, and whispered promises into your skin as he dried you off and tucked you into bed.

You fell asleep on his chest, still aching, still dripping, still loved.

And Yunho?

He finally slept like a man who had everything he ever needed.

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Morning came soft and golden.

Sunlight spilled through the thin hotel curtains, casting honeyed light across the bed and the two tangled bodies within it. The sheets were barely covering you, twisted down to your waist, Yunho’s arm slung across your stomach, one of your legs tangled between his.

His nose was pressed to your shoulder. His breathing was slow, even. Peaceful.

He hadn’t let you go all night.

You stirred just a little, sore in all the best ways, and his grip tightened automatically, pulling you closer with a low, sleepy grunt.

“Still here,” you murmured, smiling as you ran your fingers through his messy hair.

“Mmm. Good.” His voice was scratchy, deep from sleep. “Was worried I’d wake up and it would’ve been another wet dream.”

You laughed, turning your head to kiss his temple. “Nope. Just your actual, very real girlfriend. Sore. Feral. Starving.”

“Same,” he groaned into your neck. “For food and for you.”

You were just about to roll over, maybe even climb on top of him again, when there was a knock at the door.

Yunho froze.

You both stared at each other.

“Room service?” you offered hopefully.

Another knock. And then, a voice, cheerful, sing song, and very familiar.

“Yunhoooooo! Is your soul cleansed? Is your aggression gone? Is your dick dry?”

Yunho groaned into your chest like he wanted to die. “I’m gonna kill him.”

You laughed, clutching the blanket to your chest. “You should’ve known he wouldn’t let you have a quiet morning.”

Reluctantly, Yunho sat up, dragging on the hotel robe and raking a hand through his wild bedhead. He glanced back at you, admiring the sight of you wrapped in white sheets, bare shoulders and collarbones glowing in the morning sun.

“Stay right there. Don’t even breathe in his direction.”

You smirked. “I make no promises.”

Yunho yanked open the door.

Wooyoung didn’t even wait for an invitation. He sauntered in, sunglasses on, coffee in hand, and an absolutely shit eating grin on his face.

He took one look at Yunho’s disheveled state, robe barely tied, bruises blooming along his collarbone, that specific post orgasm glaze still clinging to him, and then glanced past him to you.

Wrapped in sheets. Bite marks on your throat. Lips swollen. Hair a mess.

Wooyoung grinned wider.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled, taking a sip of coffee. “Look who finally got laid and decided to not be a raging dick to the rest of us.”

Yunho deadpanned. “Get out.”

Wooyoung ignored him completely, walking over to the edge of the bed and offering you a two-fingered salute. “Thank you for your service. On behalf of the band, the staff, and our collective sanity.”

You covered your mouth, giggling. “I aim to please.”

Yunho groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I swear to god…”

Wooyoung plopped onto the armchair. “He’s been intolerable, you know. Growling. Snapping. Jerking off like he was getting paid. Mingi walked in on him humping his pillow.”

“Get out!”

Wooyoung stood with a flourish. “Fine, fine. I got what I needed. Visual confirmation that the devil has been exorcised via orgasm.”

He turned to you with a wink. “Please ruin him again before Paris.”

Yunho physically shoved him toward the door.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

The door slammed shut behind him, finally leaving you two in silence again.

Yunho turned back around slowly.

You were biting your lip, trying not to laugh.

“You humped your pillow?”

“Do you want me to gag you with a pillow right now?”

You beamed. “Kinda.”

Yunho smirked and untied his robe.

“Round four it is.”

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Goodbye Innocence

Pairing: Mingi x Yunho x f!reader

Genre: smut 18+

Summary: After a summer party you ended up in two guys’s secret place. A couple of tequila sunrises leaves you all horny and hot. The only thing is that you’re a virgin… but not after this night.

Notes: dom!Yungi, sub!reader, reader is a virgin, Yunho & Mingi has big cocks, pet names ( sweetie, honey, baby, sweetheart, baby girl), lots of teasing, unprotected sex (DONT), kissing, making out, much cursing, deep throating, lots of cum!!, dirty talk, swallowing, Mingi & Yunho bickers a lot. May have forgot something.

A/N: haven’t written in two months so idk what this is really, it’s just rushed. Pls bare with me.

Words: 1.2k

”Just relax sweetie, we’ve done this many times” Mingi chuckled deeply.

”Yeah.. but I haven’t..” you said looking up at the big guy who pushed your thighs apart enough to sting.

Cock millimetres away from your unused hole. Yunho drags his hand slowly along the inside of your thigh, stops when he reaches your pussy and then just glances at you. Mingi circles his thumbs on your thighs as he holds them open steady, helping you to relax a bit since his dick isn’t really ”virgin” sized.

Your breathing is heavy. So heavy.

Yunho unbuckle his belt and then grabs a pillow. He squeezes the soft material hard enough to make his veins pop in his hands, he smirks at you.

”Here Mings, let’s put this under her lower back to prop her up for more fun”.

”Now arch, will you?” Mingi ordered softly.

You did as he said. Arched your back so he could put the pillow under you. It was kinda comfy you thought. You could absolutely get used to this.

”You ready honey?” Mingi asked, waiting for your answer.

Looking up you gave them a nod. You were ready.

A deep groan left Mingi’s throat and he licked his fingers before bringing them to your pussy, lubing you up to take his huge cock easier.

He pushed the tip in. You whimpered.

”Shh, relax. Just look at me baby, I’ll take care of you”.

He lets you adjust as he push in deeper until he’s all the way inside. It’s impossible to stay quiet when Mingi bottomed out. Your walls squeezed his cock so tight, he groans and swears.

”You know what to say if you want me to stop” he says as he picks up his pace.

”Mmh, ye-yes” you moan.

Mingi’s cock slides in and out of your pussy like waves, your walls making a perfect mould from his member. Every vein.

”What do you think about that pillow sweetie?” Yunho asks as he bends down to steal a kiss from you stopping you from getting an answer out. He doesn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside your mouth, fighting for dominance, moaning deep.

You’re almost gasping for air when Yunho pulls away, still waiting for that answer of yours.

”It’s good, sooo good” you moan.

You felt Mingi’s thrusts became sloppier and harder, sweat dripping down his chest and forehead. So fucking hot.

”Fuck I don’t think I’ll last much longer, her pussy’s making me go crazy I’m gonna cum” Mingi groaned, pounding deeper.

The deeper that Mingi got the more you began to scream. The mix between pain and pleasure made your eyes roll backwards.

” A noisy one aren’t you?” Yunho cocked an eyebrow at Mingi.

”S-sorry i-..” you whined. You were so drunk on Mingi’s cock stretching your pussy out, so braindead.

”Give her your dick or something, maybe that’ll shut her up”. Mingi growled to the older one.

With tears in your eyes you looked up at Yunho who’s eyes now were completely black.

”Open your mouth sweetheart.”

”Oh fucking hell.”

The second Yunhos cock entered your mouth you squeezed Mingi’s dick so hard he wasn’t able to hold back any longer. He halted his thrust and pushed his cock as deep into you he could before leaving a big load of cum inside your aching cunt.

”Fuuuck.. cumming so much.” Mingi threw his head back.

”Damn bro, you good??” Yunho chuckled, amazed how a man could cum so freaking much every damn time.

Mingi, still trying to calm down just glared at his friend.

”She’s a virgin, they make me crazy.”

While they’re arguing you continued to bob your head up and down Yunhos long cock. He kept teasing you by pulling his dick away from your mouth leaving strings of saliva and precum between you two. Then he push it back down your throat for you to gag real good on it.

Yunhos hand strokes your flushed cheek.

”You’re so pretty you know, sucking my cock like a pornstar.”

A sudden thrust made your body jolt forward on Yunhos dick. Mingi began to tease you too, bringing you closer to your own release, your first ever release.. Moaning, gagging and crying on the giant cock in your mouth had Yunho going feral, wanting to cum bad.

”That’s it baby, continue to work your dirty mouth. Make me cum.”

”Just make sure your cum don’t flow out her nose like the last one..” Mingi mocked Yunho.

”Fuck you..” he spit back.

”Pls don’t..” Mingi said with a disgusted face.

Yunho thrusted down your throat with a harsh move, that was it, he came. You looked up at him with teary puppy eyes, doing the best you could not to spill anything. Yunho held your head in place as he groaned, his cock pulsed in your throat for a while. Then he pulled out when you gently patted his arm, needing air.

”Good girl, don’t swallow yet, let me see the mess.” Yunho ordered.

You darted out your tongue, his cum dripped down your chin down on the bed.

”Now swallow what’s left.”

And of course you did.

Now there was only one left to cum, you. Mingi released his tight grip from your thighs and grabbed one of your hands, his other placed on your lower stomach.

His thrusts were slow and hot, only the view of him infront of you made your pussy throb, his cross necklace dangling and his damp hair sticking onto his forehead. He looked like an angel from hell.

”You didn’t cum yet, let me just-” Mingi whispered, with a rasp in his voice from all the growling.

He for sure reached your cervix, he made sure his cock hit the right spot. He made your toes curl with only a few slow deep thrusts.

Yunho zipped up his jeans and stole a few more sloppy kisses from you before hitting the toilet.

”Not finished yet?” Mingi teased without even looking at Yunho.

”Just make her cum already, jerk.”

”Oh I will..”

You squeezed Mingi’s hand harder with every thrust he made, reaching your climax. A good feeling was starting to build up in your lower region, your breathing got heavier.

”I think I’m cumming…oh I’m cumming.”

Your legs were shaking and you were sure you nearly blacked out for a second.

”That’s it honey, cum on my cock, make a mess.” Mingi talked gently with you.

”Ohgod that was-” your body just sank down into the soft mattress.

”Was what?” Mingi asked with a laugh.

A few deep breaths.

”Very good.” You said looking at him, eyes heavy.

Mingi chuckles again. Slowly pulling out and watches the mess you both made. After putting on his pants he yelled at Yunho to bring a towel with him.

Your naked form laid on the bed like a piece of art that just had been painted on. Mingi couldn’t stop looking at you almost drifting off to sleep. Yunho came with a towel and made sure to get you clean before pulling the covers over you to let you sleep.

”She’s a keeper.” Mingi said.

”Mmm she really is, but next time I’m fucking her.” Yunho teased.

Mingi slapped him on the shoulder, rolling his eyes.

”We’ll fuck her together.”

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a/n: I edited the san one cause I wasn’t completely satisfied with it so it’s a new one now. hopefully it turned out better.

WARNING: smut 18+

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NSFW AUDIO🎧

The exact moment Yunho’s veiny big cock enters your pussy

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Cold Air- S.MG.

Pairing: Gamer bf Mingi x Needy gf reader

Summary: You’re ovulating and crave your boyfriend so bad. You want Mingi to come to bed and when he refuses, you decide to be petty to get him to.

Word count: 1,563

Warnings: MDNI 18+ established relationship, cursing, finger fucking, cock warming, unprotected sex, slow sex, reader drives Mingi crazy

“I’m gonna snipe him from up here watch my-FUCK” Mingi shouted throwing his hands in the air in anger at his game he was playing with his friends. His character was killed instantly by someone else. You huffed while sitting in the kitchen drinking your tea. It’s not that you don’t like your boyfriend gaming you don’t care, but when you’re needy and want to spend time with him before bed, five minutes becomes two hours. 

You decide to text him

“Baby, it’s been two hours. I want to go to lay down with you.”

You hear a ping from the gaming room and a huff coming from him. Putting his headphones around his neck briefly while running his fingers through his hair typing

“I know, I’m sorry a new map in this game just dropped and my friends and I are really into it. I’m not tired”

After sending the text message he quickly put his phone down putting the headphones back on when he heard his friends yelling as the game reloaded. 

You grew annoyed reading that message putting your arm on the counter resting your face in your hand. This week was your ovulation week and the only thing you want is your boyfriend to touch you, like any other woman ovulating. Crossing your legs together trying so hard to ignore the feeling.

You finished your tea as an idea struck in your head suddenly causing you to get up to put your cup in the sink for tomorrow’s worries and go to the thermostat in the hallway. 

“Fine, be that way. Let’s see how you feel in a few minutes.” You mumble to yourself turning the temperature down low going into your shared room and flopping down on your bed curling up with the blanket letting sleep consume you before you knew it.

Moments later as Mingi was still on his computer starting to wind down after another half hour of gaming with his friends it was just him and Yunho talking when all of a sudden his hands felt strangely numb and cold as he shivered “What the hell was that?” Yunho asked over the mic “I-don’t know, the room became cold suddenly” Mingi replied rubbing his hands together like he was outside in the snow, but it was a hot summer night. 

“Well, imma hop off. Enjoy your icebox apartment.” Yunho joked ending the call as Mingi stood up to stretch feeling the cold air wrap around him even more causing him to fold his arms over his chest shuffling to the hallway where the thermostat is “what the fuck?” He whispered to himself squinting to see the temperature then he turned it up to a more reasonable number before going into your shared bedroom where you were sleeping, somehow taking up the entire bed. He quickly brushed his teeth, then taking his shirt off and tossing it somewhere in the room leaving him in his sweats making his way over to you “Baby, can you scooch over you’re taking up the whole bed how does a short girl like you do that?” nudging you while doing so you groaned in your sleep taking all of the blanket as he sat on the bed “Did you do something to the air? It’s freezing” he shivered “Maybe I did” you replied facing him awake and annoyed with your boyfriend. “That’s not fair I’m so cold baby” he whined trying to tug some of the blanket from you. “what’s not fair is you promising me that you would come to bed with me— now three hours ago and you didn’t.” You snapped popping your head up checking the time. “Why is it a big deal tonight y/n?” He questioned still trying to fight you for the blanket to let him under. 

“Do you know what week it is?” You sat up crossing your arms Mingi gave you a confused look trying to remember “it’s not our anniversary.” He said still puzzled thinking that he missed something important that only you remembered. Which he did. “Of course it’s not.” Your breath was shaky growing irritable from the frustration of your boyfriend not getting the hint. He furrowed his brows confused and concerned with your sudden irritability. 

After a few minutes of silence you finally broke “I’m ovulating Ming. I wanted you to come to bed because I need you.” You finally allowed him to come under the sheets with you. “So you decided to turn down the temperature to get me off my game?” He laughed. You inched away from him your back facing him.

“Oh come on, you’re not sleeping on the other side of the bed after you tried to turn me into a popsicle you little brat.” Looping an arm around your waist sliding you back against him as he started leaving kisses on your cheeks and arms. You didn’t budge  still annoyed “i’m sooorryyy my love” he leaned over pulling you to face him as he kissed all over your face begging for forgiveness. You’re trying to ignore him and the pooling of wetness in between your legs from him simply just kissing you.  He quickly snaked his hand down to your underwear surprising you with his cold hand.

“Sorry, I’m still cold” Mingi said playfully as he traced your folds with his large fingers then pushed into you causing you to gasp and moan “N-No fair, I’m still m-ah-mad at you.” He thrusted his fingers into you curling them inside you. “I know but you made me cold so this is what happens, You’re so warm around my fingers, I couldn’t help it” he smiled innocent but dominance in his voice. He quickened his pace with his fingers fucking you with just them earning a loud moan from you “Aren’t I giving you what you want though? You have my full undivided attention now and suddenly you don’t want it?” He taunted at you. You couldn’t even think of a response as you were seeing stars with the way he was fucking you violently with his fingers. The  sound of you being extremely wet filled the room. Mingi groaned “Listen to how wet you are baby” you came undone all over his fingers as your body convulsed while you whimpered unexpected of your boyfriend to finger fuck you like that.  

As he pulled his fingers away licking your juices you were trying to catch your breath. “We’re not done yet!” He took his pants off and motioned for you to lay on top of him you also discarded your clothes doing so. You pushed him inside of you as you both groaned. As soon as he was about to start thrusting you stopped him. “You said you were cold, so I’m going to warm you up” you kissed him slowly as he wrapped his arms around you. You stuck your tongue in his mouth earning a groan from him making him move his hips desperately for some friction. Pulling away from the kiss both your lips swollen from making out so much “I’m still mad at you” you breathed clenching around him as he moaned “Let me make it up to you” he said flipping you both over so that you’re on your back instinctively hold hands as he pushes back into you. 

“Slow.” You said as he thrusted listening to you. While doing so he kissed all over you your face, neck, collarbone, the top of your breasts and even flicking your nipples with his tongue gently taking his time with you worshiping your body with his mouth. “I’m sorry for ignoring you baby” he said softly as his hips rolled into yours earning more moans from you. “You will be.” You challenged 

All you can hear is how disgustingly wet you were because of him. The sounds making him squeeze his eyes shut as he steadied himself breathing sharply wanting to be harder and rougher like you usually like it. You can tell he’s losing his mind without saying it “let me be back on top” you said suddenly as he opened his eyes and nodded pulling out and laying back down. You straddled his waist grinding against his needy throbbing cock as he groaned “You’re tormenting me” he sighed as you rubbed him against your clit and folds sinking back down on him. Gripping your hips tightly as you started to slowly move up and slam him back into you. Causing him to throw his head back against the pillows moaning loudly trying to not explode inside of you as you continued this rhythm watching him completely lose his mind “O-Okay point proven I’m gonna—fuck please baby” he begged for you to milk him. You bounced and rolled your hips on him leaning down to kiss him tenderly as he grabbed your hips and thrusted up desperately into you “Come with me then” his pace quickened as you came undone on his dick as he followed shortly after spilling inside you. His chest rising and falling as you laid on his chest hearing his heart beating rapidly. “Are you still cold?” You asked sitting up with him still inside you as his body jerked overstimulated “Nope” he replied out of breath you hummed in response getting off of him cuddling him his breathing steadied as you both drifted off to sleep.

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송민기 ───〃 TAKE IT SLOW (PART 1)

mingi’s spins towards you, face burning brighter and a deeper shade of red. his voice is small when he responds. “i-i mean i’ve kissed before, but nothing beyond that…” he drops his head, whispering the last part. “like….like sexual things."

── synopsis: your shy, virgin bf mingi finally decides to let you give him a handjob!

⋆˚꩜｡ pairing: inexperiencedbf!mingi x dom!reader ⋆˚꩜｡ genre & word count: smut || 1.6k ⋆˚꩜｡ tags: kind of sub!mingi, virgin!mingi, praise, begging, lots of kissing and sucking, handjob teasing, premature cumming (he doesn’t last long), partial facial mingi is huge, lowkey corruption kink ⋆˚꩜｡ a/n: thinking of making this a series where mingi learns all the ways of feeling pleasure, leading up to sex.

you don’t often bring up sex or doing anything sexual with your boyfriend. you knew he was a virgin and things like that make him shy, often clearing his throat and changing the topic when brought up or even running away.

the most you would do together is make out, his fidgety hands never knowing where to rest. often taking it upon yourself to grab them and place them around your waist, on your hips.

even while kissing, he gets nervous and often asks, “am i doing good?” with the most pure look on his face. his eyes wide, lips red and slick with saliva, heavily breathing.

you remember the day you found out he was virgin, during an intense make-out session. while swirling your tongue against his, you drag a hand down his chest to his shorts and mingi jumped, eyes flying open as he gently nudges your hand away.

“what’s wrong baby?” you ask, looking at mingi who wasn’t looking at you and chewing on his bottom lip. his hands were twitching in his lap, and you wondered what was making him anxious.

“why are you fidgeting so much?” you teasingly ask when he doesn’t say anything. you drop your hand to his thigh, softly rubbing the expanse of exposed skin.

mingi gasps, startling you when he suddenly hops up from the couch. he turns away from you, mumbling something you couldn’t quite catch and kindly ask him to repeat himself.

he takes a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before stuttering out, “i-i’ve never done … that,”

“that being …?”

mingi spins towards you, face burning bright and a deep shade of red. his voice is small when he responds, “i-i mean i’ve kissed before, but nothing beyond that." he drops his head, whispering the last part “like….like sexual things.”

“so, you’re a virgin.” you bluntly state, making mingi sputter and look at you with wide eyes. you had the slightest inkling that maybe mingi wasn’t the most experienced, but him being a complete virgin honestly shocked you.

“y-yeah…” he admits shamefully, nodding his head and darting his eyes around to avoid eye contact with you.

you didn’t force him to do anything after his admission, instead comforting and reassuring him that being virgin was okay, which it was.

but, it was from that day on that you would nonstop think about fucking your boyfriend.

his innocence is such a turn on to you.

sweet, innocent mingi, who you can’t help but to constantly think about playing with. how cute he would look begging for you, his eyes shining with tears.

he could hardly handle a compliment from you or when you call him ‘baby’ in a tone that he claims is “troubling” to him. he would start stuttering over his words, shutting himself up by nibbling on his lip, face painted pink with embarrassment.

and of course you want him to take his time, do it whenever he’s ready to…but fuck- imagine how he would react to you doing what you fantasize about.

you hadn’t realize you were staring at him, deep in thought, from where he sat on the couch. he was engrossed in some tv show that you didn’t know the name of, but he would often talk to you about it.

his fluffy dark hair unkempt, strands sticking up in every direction. he squinted at the screen even though his glasses were resting on tip of his nose, and he just looks so soft in his pajamas.

you walk over to the couch and take a seat next to him. mingi briskly looking at you with a smile, an arm coming around to wrap around your shoulders, before tuning back into the show.

“mingi…” you uttered, sliding a hand to his thigh and gently squeezing it. you turn to watch his profile, looking for any signs of discomfort. slowly, you sling a leg over him and shuffle to sit on his thighs.

mingi stiffens under you his breath hitching, before he locks eyes with you. he must have found something in your gaze, his throat bobbing with a swallow.

“y-yes?” he feebly responds, dipping his head to avoid looking into your intense eyes.

“baby,” you coo, leaning closer towards him, placing a finger under his chin to lift his gaze back up to you, your mouths inches away from eachother.

his hand that was on your shoulder was now gripping onto the couch below. mingi’s breath catches when you close the gap between you, eyes instinctively closing when your lips touch and melting into the kiss.

you wrap an arm around his neck, knotting your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck making mingi quietly moan into your mouth. you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in, mingi squirming in response.

he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, like always they hover in the air, torn between keeping them to himself or placing them on you. he settles for your waist and tentatively runs his fingers along the curves. he can feel his face burning, his pulse quickening when his hands slip under your loose shirt.

you grab a fistful of his mussed hair, tugging it to deepen the kiss as your other hand rests on his chest. he whimpers, and you shiver at the sound that you were responsible for.

the sound must have scared mingi though, as he pulls away, panting and face flushed. you go to ask if he was alright, but pause when you take notice of mingi looking down at his hands that rested in his lap.

you smirk, gently prying his hands away to reveal his hard-on that strained against the fabric. mingi turns his head away, flustered.

“it’s okay,” you reassure him, taking ahold of his glasses that were slipping down his nose and resting them aside. mingi nods with a small pout. “may i?” you ask, hovering your own hand over his pants.

mingi bites his lip to fight the moan that almost slipped out. hips almost wanting to twitch up into the warmth radiating from you, his pants feeling tighter as his erection grew.

“don’t worry,” you assure him, your voice low and smooth with comfort. “i’ll take it slow, hm?”

mingi nods, his hands finding their way to your hips and holding them tightly. his body was thrumming with excitement, but also fear for what was to come.

he peeks to look as you rub his dick, embarrassed every time it would twitch at even the slightest graze. pressing his mouth closed, not wanting to sound like loser for moaning so loudly from a little teasing.

you frown at that, capturing him into a kiss to stop him from gatekeeping any noises from you. you wanted to hear everything, no matter how quiet or loud. everything mingi was trying to hold back being forced out.

“don’t hold back,” you whisper when you pull back. unbuttoning his pants, you pull his dick out of them. mingi moans at being released and you almost moan at the sigh in front of you.

he was huge. his dick at full attention, throbbing and leaking precum was bigger than you thought. you couldn’t stop yourself from licking your lips, a familiar throb was forming between your legs.

you take him into your hand, feeling how hot and thick he was, barely covering even half the length of it. unintentionally driving mingi crazy as you you stroke upwards teasingly, spreading the precum from his tip down his length to make the glide easier.

“how does that feel,” you breathe.

mingi loudly moans, his head flying back and his eyes squeeze shut. he couldn't stop his hips from grinding up into your grip and he doesn’t think he will last long, already feeling like he could cum if you keep going like that.

“’so good, it’s so good…”

your mouth makes its way to his exposed neck, licking and kissing along it as you stroke him. moving up to his ear, nibbling and licking along the shell of it. mingi’s needy moans spurring you on, adding your other hand and twisting with every jerk.

“w-wait,” he gasps, eyes flying open and hands flying to push your hands off him, not wanting it to end, but his orgasm was building up too quickly.

you pull back with furrowed brows, but before you could say anything…

“fuck,” mingi brokenly moans as his hips buck up with a rough thrust as he cums. you feel the heat from his cum spilling onto your fists, some shooting far and landing on your cheek, as his dick pulses in your hand and his body convulsing.

“i-’im sorry,” he stutters, his face a deep red and eyes wide and glistening with tears. “i tried to warn you… i was gonna…”

there wasn’t anything you could do but giggle a little, making mingi whine. you can't help but to find it adorable at how fast he came from a little handjob. you press a kiss to his cheek, your cum-free hand brushing his arm arm lovingly.

“it’s okay baby, you don’t have to apologize,” you reassure with another kiss, this time to his nose. “besides it was pretty hot.”

mingi doesn’t know what to say to that, his face on fire, he simply nods. your eyes meet again and he leans in to press your lips together.

“we should do it again sometime, yeah?”

©lucidwntrr est. 2025

[littlelostdemonofthelight]

what is this? sports illustrated?

[littlelostdemonofthelight]

When they fight over who gets to fuck you… both get down with you, only the loser get his dick sucked 💋

Also instead of Yunho holding some keys…he’s holding a condom.

[littlelostdemonofthelight]

𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬

nonidol!kang yeosang x f!reader

yeosang doesn't remember your name, but he remembers what kissing you tastes like and how you like your eggs in the morning. just your regular prince charming trying to find his cinderella, or in this case, his passenger princess..?

9.5k (lord.....), nc-17, s2l, frateez au, college au, mentions of alcohol, swearing, kissing, humor, fluff, minimal angst, another cinderella story au/trope(?), drama (i bring i bring all the drama-ma-ma-ma), a girl who is not a girl's girl :l, the barest of proofreading

a/n: this is for the @atzhouse you can't outrage us event! guys if the flirting is lackluster, it's cuz im running out of rizz

“I don't believe you.”

The last place you expected to end up was in the front seat of some guy's white Lexus while the party raged on inside the ATZ fraternity house just down the street. According to him, he had to run out just before the crowd rolled in, and when he got back, somebody had snatched his parking spot. 

“Okay, but why don't you believe me?”

The car smelled not like fresh leather, but an enchanting mixture of something like pine and smoked wood. Bitter, yet somehow, refreshing. You bet, even as the alcohol was hitting you, that it was what he smelled like. 

His name was Yeosang—the guy sitting next to you in the driver's seat, the owner of this car, and the ATZ fraternity brother you bumped into at his house's own party. That had been just about twenty minutes ago when you'd ended up isolated from your pack of friends, and Yeosang had needed a desperate breather. It seemed he'd been running from someone (question mark), so you asked if he knew where the kitchen was. Eager to get away from whoever it was, he guided you straight to the kitchen and where the secret stash of flavored sojus were. 

An offhand comment about wishing you didn't have to miss this one drama episode dropping tonight led to a longer conversation about the dramas you both enjoyed, which somehow landed you in his passenger seat. 

The rest was history. Or—you supposed the rest was now. 

“Because,” Yeosang said in a tone that sounded a lot like he was saying 'duh’, “you don't look like a biology major.”

He was gorgeous, even if the lighting in the party and out here was jack shit. The way the shadows cut across his face made him look like a faerie torn straight out of one of your old sketchbooks. You were half certain he had pointed ears beneath the cat-eared beanie he wore, but maybe that was just the alcohol doing its thing. 

You sputtered out a laugh as he knocked back another gulp of his melon soju. He was more drunk than you were, maybe not by too much because that wouldn't have been fair, but it did take him seven tries to unlock his car seven minutes ago. “What's a bio major s'posed to look like?”

“Mmm…” he hummed, lips pressed together in a line that dug into his cheeks. “Not you.”

It only made you laugh harder. It wasn't even that funny. “That doesn't even make sense!”

“Does it have to make sense?” He squawked. His face shuddered for a moment as if he just experienced a glitch. “I forgot what I was gonna say, but it's the vibe.”

“The vibe,” you parroted in mild amusement. After you swallowed down your next gulp of soju, you gestured to him with the bottle, “Okay, now what about you? Your major, go.”

“I read shit.”

“Who doesn't?”

“Jared, 19,” he replied, dead serious. 

Equally serious, you asked with wide eyes, “Really?”

He gave you an emphatic nod back. Really. Now, if you were a little less tipsy, you wouldn't have taken what he said at face value, but tonight was already miles away from your regularly scheduled program. 

You pondered on that—the “I read shit,” not the misfortunes of one nineteen year old named Jared. “So if you read a lot of shit, does that make you a literature major? No, wait! I got it; you look like Comparative Lit.”

“Bingo,” he cheered, raising his bottle up into the air. “Wait. What do you mean I look like a comparative lit major? What does a comp lit major even look like?”

“I dunno, but it’s you.” 

He pursed his lips into a deadpan at your callback to what he'd said before, and you merely stuck your tongue out at him like the mature adult you were. “Touché, my friend. Touché…”

Silence passed between you two for the first time since you met each other. In the distance, you could hear the muffled sounds of the party raging on. It wasn't that you didn't go to parties often; it was more so that you usually went to house parties hosted by friends or friends-of-a-friend. Making it all the way to Greek Row was not something you did every weekend, but a mutual friend—Chungha—knew the ATZ president and got you and your friends in. 

Nearly finished with his third bottle (or was it his fourth?...), Yeosang knocked the remainder down his throat with a grimace. With the empty bottle, he set it at his feet on the car floor to join another—the cup holders were already occupied with yours and his second rounds. The first was abandoned on the frat house lawn somewhere. 

“I think—” he slurred, blinking slowly at you like a cat, “—that you look like an artist.”

“An artist?” You parroted dumbly and felt warmth rise to your cheeks. “And why would you say that? Vibes?”

“Well, yes!”

You sputtered out a laugh at the way he said that. “Then yes, I am an artist,” you said, emphasizing the latter half of the word so it sounded like “teest” and not “tist.”

Yeosang gave a hoot. “I'm so good at this. Does that—does that mean you can paint me like one of your French girls?” He pulled his lips into an adorable, little smile, the back of his hand poised beneath his chin as he fluttered his lashes. 

“I don't think I could do you justice,” you admitted. There was a rather annoying buzz at the back of your brain that was distracting you. With a shake of your head, you refocused your gaze on him. “You're too pretty.”

He preened at the compliment, unconsciously reaching up to adjust his beanie. “Like calls to like then.”

“What does that mean?” Your buzzed-out brain couldn't compute—

“It means that prettiness is attracted to prettiness, and I'm attracted to you.”

You whined, burying your face in your hands. Yeosang giggled to himself, incredibly proud at making you flustered, his knees curling upward to kick his feet in the cramped space. “I don't like you.”

“You don't?” 

“No,” you raised your head up with a displeased frown, only to see that his eyes seemed to be twinkling with unrestrained happiness and something else. You weren't in the right state to hyper-analyze the way he looked at you, but it made your heart skip more than just a beat. “It's not fair that you're a literature major.”

“But I'm drunk,” he said innocently. 

“That's even worse!”

He grinned boyishly at you, bashfully stretching his limbs and then cupping the back of his neck with a hand. “What if I told you I'm minoring in math?”

You deadpanned. “I don't think that makes me feel any better. You rule both the realms of words and numbers.”

“It doesn't mean I'm good at math,” he guffawed, leaning back in his seat. “It's only there 'cause my mom's a math teacher, and having a math minor makes my parents feel better.”

That sounded familiar… awfully familiar. The thought made you sober a bit, and it seemed your counterpart wasn't so wasted that he didn't notice the shift either.

“Uh oh,” he chuckled nervously, “what'd I say?”

You waved your hand around dismissively. “Oh, it's nothing. I'm kind of the opposite—my bio major is sort of to appease my parents and the fine art minor is for my sanity.”

He pressed his lips into a line, nodding in understanding. “Ah, I see,” he drawled. “So you don't… you're not happy? With what you're doing, I mean.”

Maybe it was the way he asked it, but it made the cogs in your head turn. You bit your lip. “I'm happy-ish. It's kind of a lot, but I'll survive.”

“'m sorry I upset you,” he pouted. “But,” he stammered, swallowing, “but I get it. My parents never wanna talk about my major anymore. Pretty sure they're just bitter and disappointed. I always feel like I’m walking on eggshells around them.” 

You could tell that it affected him more than he wanted to admit. You wordlessly passed him your half-drunk bottle, and he gladly took a generous sip. When it was back in your hands, you guzzled down the remainder. 

The buzz was getting better. 

“Well, if they're not proud of you, I am,” you declared, setting the empty bottle at your feet. Your eyes blinked slowly for a moment as you got your bearings again. Maybe… maybe you should stop drinking! Yes, that would be the smart thing to do. 

Yeosang hummed. “Thanks,” he said with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gazed over at you from his side of the car. “I'm proud of you, too. You'll be happy one day; it'll always turn out okay, Yn-ie.”

Something warm and fuzzy settled in your chest, like a cat had just curled up there, purring and content. 

A thought suddenly popped into your head. “Yeosang, how do you like your eggs?”

He snorted and burst into laughter, coaxing a similar expression out of you. A moment later, you were trying your best to pout at him, “Hey! Don't laugh! I hear it's all the rage on the pick-up line scene.”

“You're trying to pick me up?” He giggled. All memories of the previous topic flew out the car window.

“Well, is it working?”

He licked his lips around a smile, leaning over the center console to rest his cheek against his fist. “Ask me again.”

You took another sip of your soju before returning it to its cupholder. “Okay. Yeosang, how do you like your eggs in the morning?”

“However you'd like them.”

You deadpanned, and that only made him laugh louder. His head tilted back so you caught a glimpse of his canines, before he brought himself back down to Earth. His cheeks looked as flushed as you felt—even in the dim streetlight you could make out the blooms of peony pink across his cheekbones. “Yeo.”

He reached over to pat your head a couple times, though the sloppiness of his movements made it feel closer to two affectionate smacks. “Okay okay. Sorry. How about we say it at the same time?”

“Okay.” That wasn't a bad compromise. 

“Okay, one, two, three—”

“Sunny-side up,” you both said at once. 

Your eyes and his eyes widened at once, gasps of delight sounding into the quiet car. Could this guy be any more perfect?

“You're not bluffing?” You asked with narrowed eyes. 

Yeosang shook his head vigorously. “Mm-mm. I wouldn't lie to you, Yn-ie. Scout's honor,” he slurred, holding his hand up as if he was a boy scout. 

You giggled at the gesture, and he broke form to melt into an ooey gooey puddle of liquefied butterflies. For a moment, he just stared at you with a strange look on his face, one that you couldn't quite place when you were in this inebriated state. 

You chuckled, shifting your position when one leg started falling asleep. “What’s wr—?”

He leaned forward and—oh. Oh. Those were—his lips were on yours. He had leaned over the console and kissed you. He was kissing you. 

And when you didn't kiss him back, he drew backwards, an embarrassed expression painted over the adorable flush on his cheeks. “That—I shouldn't have done that, should I? I'm sorry; I dunno what I was—”

You crushed your mouth against his this time, effectively stealing the apology right off his tongue. He tasted like melon soju, and his touch was gentle as he brought his hand up to cup the side of your face, cradle your jaw. He was tracing the outline of your features in the dark like he could sketch them in the lines in his mind. 

He tasted like the color of amber, warm and bright, but not blindingly so. He was mellow and sweet, with the undertones of the burnt wood in his cologne. 

You melded your lips against his mouth like you could engrave him into you, and you were practically half over the middle console already. Yeosang's free hand fumbled backward to find the button on the side of his chair—there. The chair began moving backward with a monotonous brrr sound, and as it moved you couldn't quite keep your lips physically attached to his. 

You disconnected from him for what felt like an eternity in order to climb over—shoes knocking against empty soju bottles, ass nearly bumping the horn—and with some clumsy, awkward maneuvering, you were on him again, this time quite literally. You tumbled into his lap, his hands landing on either side of your waist and your hands bracing against the back of his chair.

He loosened a soft groan with the return of your lips to his, and he hauled you down closer to him, until your chests were pressed flush against one another and you couldn't tell which heartbeat was who's. His beanie fell off at some point, but your fingers buried themselves within the dark, silken mass of his hair, a hat in their own right. 

When you both pulled away for breath, your chests heaved in tandem to catch it. You settled your cheek against his shoulder while you inhaled the smell of his cologne, much stronger now that you sat against his chest with your nose by his throat. His hand warmed the small of your back with the other cupping the back of your head in an affectionate cradle. 

“I don't think I've ever kissed someone like that,” you admitted into the quiet. You suddenly couldn't hear the muffled music blasting from the party in the background anymore. 

“Me neither,” he replied, voice hoarse from the kiss. “I've never met someone like you before.”

“Never in your life?”

“Never in my life.”

“So let me get this straight,” drawled Wooyoung with both hands poised at his temples, eyes screwed shut against the bright morning light coming in through the window. There were currently eight people crowded onto President Hongjoong's bed at a time that was far too early to be alive for a group of people who partied until four in the morning. “You're saying that you know this girl's family life, how she likes her eggs in the morning, and how she kisses—but you don't even know her name?”

Yeosang was propped up against the headboard, squeezed between a very unfairly serene-looking Seonghwa and a mildly hungover Hongjoong. Yeosang's bangs were flat against his forehead and he squinted his tired eyes through the strands. “No, that's not what I said. I said that I know her name… it's just not coming to me right now.”

He knew your name. Right? You told him your name, right? He addressed you by your name at least once last night, right? 

(If he was being honest, as soon as Yeosang woke up this morning, he started whimsically recalling the events of last night in his head. But once he realized he neither had your number nor remembered your name, he jostled his friends up to invade the president's room for an emergency round table discussion. Who would have guessed their alarm clock would be a very panicked Maltese screaming, “I DON'T REMEMBER HER NAME!”)

“Which pretty much means you don't know her name,” Jongho piped up where he was laying against Yunho's back on the corner of the bed, his eyes closed while he attempted to squeeze in five more milliseconds of sleep. 

“Well, do you know who she came with?” San asked. “She probably has at least one mutual friend or else she wouldn't have gotten in.”

Mingi furrowed his brows together. “Not necessarily. The pledges might not have been thorough when checking.”

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed. “You were supposed to be there with them at the door, Mingi.”

“Oh, was I?”

Yunho cut in before Hongjoong could tackle Mingi off the bed. He grinned to himself, “Okay, but San has a point. Usually people are only able to sneak in if they're with a group.”

“Awh,” Wooyoung cooed, reaching over to pinch at Yeosang's cheek, “Yeosangie fell in love with a stowaway—ow! Hey! He just bit me!”

“Deserved,” Seonghwa said plainly. He turned his head so as to not have to face Wooyoung's wounded puppy eyes. It was too early for this. “Do you know if she came with anyone, Yeosang-ah?”

Yeosang scrunched his nose up, disgruntled. “No. I'm pretty sure she was looking for her friends when we met… something like that. I remember some things, but not everything.” He pinched the place between his brows in an attempt to piece together his memory of last night. He could remember the way you made him feel—it was the jittery warmth that came with falling, and his heart had never grown wings before like it had around you. 

After the kiss, the two of you had sunk into a comfortable, quiet conversation about anything and everything beneath the sun. For the first time in a long time, he felt comfortable and heard by someone other than his fraternity brothers. You were perfect, for lack of a better word. And he knew a lot of words. 

But how could he fucking forget your name? 

He was never drinking that much melon soju ever again. 

“She's a biology major,” he offered with a defeated sigh, letting his hand fall into his lap. 

“What does she look like?” Hongjoong asked. 

Yeosang's gaze went up to the ceiling as he recalled what you looked like to his friends. It was pretty dark the entire time he was with you, but there were a few moments when the streetlights hit your face and his conscience was constantly trying to keep his drunk ass from kissing you within the first ten minutes of meeting you. He'd managed to hold it together for a little bit longer before throwing all caution to the wind. 

When he was done, San said in light amusement, “I'm just surprised you kissed her first. She must be something then, huh?”

Yeosang couldn't conceal the smile that slowly crept onto his face. “Yeah, she's…” He cleared his throat. “I just don't want last night to be the first and last time I see her.” It couldn't be—just when he thought he clicked with someone, the universe couldn't possibly be so cruel as to rip you away from him, could it?

“Don't you worry!” Mingi chirped, “We'll help you find your passenger princess.”

Seonghwa snorted. “Passenger princess? What is this, Cinderella?”

“It might as well be,” San chuckled, lifting his shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “Operation: Passenger Princess is a go!”

Yeosang wasn't sure if recruiting his friends’ help was a good or awful decision. But because his past, drunk self hadn't done many favors for his future, sober self, he would take all the help he could get. 

You knew the moment you stumbled out of your bedroom and saw your roommate that you were in trouble. It wasn't trouble in the conventional sense; considering her eyes were laughing as she watched your pitiful walk of shame from your room to the shared bathroom, you knew you were not going to hear the end of everything that happened last night ever. 

“Not a word,” you said to her as you winced at the blinding bathroom lights. 

Her toothbrush hung out of her mouth as she slipped in behind you to spit her toothpaste into the sink. When her mouth was rinsed and clear, she made eye contact with you in the mirror, eyebrows wagging up and down. “So you and Yeosang, huh?”

You glared at her from around your own toothbrush. You would have taken the damn thing out to defend yourself, but you were already late. 

Reina took full advantage of your occupied vocal chords. “I never knew pretty frat boys were your type, Yn,” she teased, practically floating out of the bathroom to go check on the state of her espresso in the kitchen. 

“Aye hae yuu,” you grumbled around your toothbrush. 

“What's that?” She cackled, bringing a hand up to the shell of her ear. “I love you? I love you, too, Yn. But you know who else loves you?—”

“Dompt shae it.”

“Yeosaaaang!” 

You loathed the fact that her saying such things made butterflies flap their wings and dance around in your belly. It was simply delusional to think of love when all you and Yeosang did last night was make out in his car and accompany each other in deep, provoking conversation… conversation that definitely didn't make you feel incredibly seen or anything… definitely not. 

Finally, you were able to spit your toothpaste out to make your argument. “Okay, first of all, I don't even have his number. And—how could he love me?” As if possession of a phone number could even correlate to love either.

Reina paused, her expression arranging into loud incredulity. “You what? After all I went through to separate the two of you to go home, you didn't exchange numbers?”

Okay, so maybe you shouldn't have disclosed that information—now you just looked stupid. 

You lathered up facial cleanser in your hands and on your face. “Look. Exchanging numbers was just the last thing on our minds—” Oh, Yn. Have you ever said something smart? 

Reina snorted. “Oh, I know.”

“We didn't just make out,” you grumbled, your cheeks warming beneath your hands. You furiously splashed cool water over your skin before patting your face dry. There likely wasn't much time left before you and Reina had to run to meet your other friends at your weekly volunteering session. “We talked.”

“Uh-huh, and you know that denial is a river in Egypt, right?”

Suffice to say that Reina most definitely did not let your shenanigans from last night go. The two of you managed to reach the food bank sometime before fifteen minutes past your original start time. Everyone else was already stationed and on time, and because you and Reina were the last to arrive, you were sent straight to dishwashing. 

As you and Reina pulled on your twin pairs of pink rubber gloves, your friend Mark Lee (and brother with the NCT fraternity) barrelled into the backroom with a dirty ladle in his hands. His head perked up at the sight of you both, a smile blooming on his face. “Well, good morning, Party Animals. How was the ATZ party last night?”

He deposited the ladle into the sink for you to wash while he went to go find a clean one. 

“It was cool, but I think Yn would love to tell you all about her experience,” Reina teased, bumping her elbow against your side. 

Mark sidled up beside the two of you and leaned in close in proper tea-spilling fashion. “Oh my gosh, did something happen?”

You scowled at Reina, then said to Mark, “Nothing catastrophic—”

“She hooked up with Yeosang!”

You cut her a hard glance. “Reina, I don't think Neptune heard you.”

Mark's eyes went comically wide, jaw slackening. “Yn and Yeosang? That's so wild. Like—like Kang Yeosang?”

“I think? We didn't exactly exchange last names, but why would it be wild? We just kissed and talked.”

“Who kissed who now?” The new voice had you all glancing back over to the kitchen door where another member of the group, Yura, walked in. Yura was Reina's cousin, and the two grew up quite close, so it was natural that they ended up in similar social circles. You and all your other friends got along pleasantly with her. She flashed you all a small smile. “From the sounds of it, I'm guessing you guys had a fun time at the party last night?”

“We did!” Reina chirped. 

“Shame you couldn't come with us this time,” you said offhandedly. It wasn't like Yura to miss a party. 

Reina cocked her head to the side. “I could've sworn I saw you there though—”

“Ah,” Yura waved her hand to dismiss her cousin's thought. She chuckled, “You're probably mistaking someone else as me; I had that paper I needed to work on last night, remember? But Yn, you and Yeosang?”

You groaned. “I thought we were over this.”

“Dude, we can't not get over this,” Mark quipped back. “Yeosang just doesn't do stuff like that—hook up with people, I mean.”

“Yeah,” Yura chimed in, “I've seen him at a couple other Greek parties with some of my sorority friends and he looks pretty standoffish most of the time. He's usually always with one of his brothers. He's kind of cold, really.”

Mark furrowed his brows. “I wouldn't call him cold; he's just a little shy, is all.”

“My friends told me that a lot of sorority girls chase after him,” Yura said with wide eyes. “They get, like, aggressive about him or something.”

You and Reina exchanged a look. Was that who he was running from last night? “That must be kinda stressful,” you said softly with a small frown. 

“Apparently, that's why his social medias don't take DMs unless approved,” she shrugged. 

Well, there went your backup plan of finding him on social media. Then again, if he recognized you or your name, would that help if you requested him? That was if you deigned to change your profile picture to yourself and not one of your silly doodles. 

You couldn't help the weight that your heart seemed to gain as it sank to the pit of your stomach. 

“Well, that's mildly disappointing,” Reina muttered, turning to quickly wash the ladle Mark had just dropped off. 

“I just wouldn't want you to get targeted by any of those crazy sorority girls, y'know?” Yura gave a laugh that sounded almost nervous. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before snapping on a fresh pair of gloves. 

You nodded, gnawing on your bottom lip. “Yeah, no, I—I get it. Thanks, Yura.”

She gave you a sympathetic look. “Of course,” she said. With a wave, she made her way back toward the kitchen door. “Mark, we better get back to work. See you guys at lunch break!”

When she was gone, Mark clapped a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Hey, listen. I don't really know the guy personally, but me and Wooyoung are pretty tight. I can get in touch with them if you want—”

Baekhyun, the section leader for your session, charged into the kitchen with his arm piled high with dirty dishes. If you didn’t fear for the safety of the porcelain bowl at the top of the stack, you might have chuckled at the scene before you. “Mark! We don't pay you to stand around.”

“Hyung,” Mark huffed exasperatedly as he rushed over to help Baekhyun before the section leader could get knocked over the head by a rogue dish assisted by gravity. “You don't pay us. We're here out of the goodness of our hearts.”

“Well, I don't get paid enough for this,” Baekhyun said once all the dishes were transferred to the sink, and you and Reina were put to work. “Now come on; lots to do!”

Just as Mark was about to follow after Baekhyun, he caught your eyes. “I'm serious about the offer, Yn.”

You smiled. “Thanks, man, but let me think about it and I'll get back to you.”

“Yeah, just lemme know!” And he was gone. 

Word broke out that someone in the ATZ household was searching for a girl. Word of mouth was a method of dissemination that could spread like wildfire, leaping from one tongue to one ear to another, leaving only ash and debris behind. And around Greek Row, it became a massive game of Telephone. 

But while nearly everyone in the university's fraternities and sororities knew about his strife, Yeosang’s efforts seemed to be for naught. The only thing that emerged from this were more people harping after him, claiming to be 'the one he was looking for.’ None of them were you. 

Your name had manifested itself in his head about halfway into the week. He'd been toiling over the theory readings his professor assigned for Thursday's lecture when he'd underlined a word, and it came crashing down upon him with ice cold clarity. 

His eyes went wide as he shot up out of his chair, nearly sending Jongho careening off his bed on the other side of the room. “What the—”

“Yn,” Yeosang said. Then he declared a little louder, a giddy smile on his face, triumphant and bright, “Her name is Yn.”

Jongho resettled himself on top of his bed. “Well that narrows things down for us,” he drawled, taking his phone out and typing something out. “I don't suppose you have her last name.”

Yeosang fwumped onto the edge of his bed with his lips pressed into a line. “Dude. I literally just thought of her first name. Do you really think I can come up with—”

“Okay, okay,” Jongho laughed, flicking his wrist at him for a moment before resuming his typing. 

“Who're you texting?” Yeosang asked as curiosity drew him across the room to Jongho's side. 

His friend sat up so he could peer over his shoulder at the phone screen. “I'm doing the heavy lifting,” he teased. Based on the social media handle at the top of the direct messages channel, Jongho was texting Chungha, a friend of the frat's but a closer friend of President Hongjoong's, and the recently graduated head of the Phi Omega Phi sorority. “Hongjoong hyung mentioned offhandedly that Chungha wanted to get some friends into the party on Friday, so I'm seeing if she recognizes this Yn person you're looking for.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows flicked upward as he settled into a more comfortable position on Jongho’s bed while they awaited Chungha’s response. In the meantime, he pulled out his own phone in an attempt to search for your name amongst his mutuals. He frowned at the lack of a successful search—did you use a different name or did you not have a social media account? Was that why you hadn’t attempted to contact him in the past few days?

For a moment, a shard of self-consciousness pierced through his chest at the prospect that you didn’t want to contact him. Did sobriety make you embarrassed at what happened that night? Had he made you uncomfortable with the amount of vulnerability that was in the car—no, the vulnerability was mutual… but maybe—

“Gotcha.” 

Yeosang’s head whipped back over to Jongho’s screen. Having your name and major seemed to ring a bell for Chungha, and she forwarded a social media handle, along with a “tell Yeosang good luck ;)”. 

“Thank you, Jongho. And bless up, Chungha,” Yeosang muttered as he swiftly input the social media handle into his search bar. There it was—a private art account with your first name in the biography line. There were only one or two people who you both shared mutuals with, which made sense. 

His thumb hovered over the request button, and he bit his lip. With little else left to do and his heart banging around in his ribs from the anticipation alone, he clicked the button. 

It didn’t take you incredibly long to accept his follow request and to follow him back. (Though, half an hour felt like an eternity when he was so anxious.) He made it painfully obvious that you acted in response, because Yeosang fumbled his phone between his palms like it was a hot potato, before he dropped it and stubbed his toe with it. 

Jongho sent him a strange look as he handed the device back to a red-faced Yeosang, who furrowed his brows together to think of an opening direct message to you. 

“It doesn't have to be perfect,” Jongho said as he peered over Yeosang's shoulder this time. He had even paused the game he was playing on his phone to stay tuned into the live entertainment. 

Yeosang made a face. “Yes, it does.” It had to be the perfect mix of witty and funny and subtle and—

He figured it out. 

@/yskang99: how do u like ur eggs?

Jongho released a sound of utter flabbergast, and Yeosang shushed him, both pairs of eyes pinned to the three dots that appeared on the bottom left-hand side of the screen. 

@/studioyn: sunny side up

Yeosang broke into a smile, and Jongho's face contorted into pure incredulity. “What kind of security question is that?”

“Inside joke,” Yeosang replied giddily, rising from Jongho's bed to cross over to his side of the room. He collapsed into his desk chair and propped his feet up along the end of his bed. 

Jongho scoffed, shifting his lounging position. He threw his friend another incredulous glance before giving up and returning to his game. He'd done his job. 

@/yskang99: congrats u passed the test!

@/studioyn: ahh so that was a test? i imagined us doing a virtual handshake tbh

@/yskang99: i like that better actually

@/studioyn: also how did u find me lmao

Yeosang bit his lip through a grin. I have my ways, he typed out cryptically, cheekily. 

@/studioyn: wtvr u say ig… 🤨🤨🤨

For a brief moment, Yeosang wondered if he should bring up the concern lingering in his mind—why you hadn't reached out to him. He didn't want to simply assume that he was “popular” enough that just anybody knew who he was, but he was also aware that most people were able to track him down on social media. But would that kill the vibe? He liked the energy. 

@/studioyn: i can't get a read on whether or not ur any different than how u were drunk 

@/yskang99: would that matter?

@/studioyn: not particularly, no, but i've met people who r

@/yskang99: no i get that, i've met my fair share too :/ 

He began typing out slowly: I missed you… Then he swiftly amended it to: I missed talking to you. 

@/studioyn: awhh wait ik we've only technically spoken the one time, but i missed talking to u too yeo :’)

A smile split his face from ear to ear. Would you wanna hang out again? Only if you're comfortable, of course. 

He watched the three dots appear, then disappear. You were thinking and his heart was sinking.

Finally, your response came in. I'd love to, but I don't wanna disappoint you with my god awful schedule this next week. 

@/yskang99: what abt the weekend? something low stakes maybe?

@/yskang99: my brothers and i r going to the nct house on sat

@/studioyn: oh!! im actually close friends w mark lee :] i'll see if i can drag my friends along, and we can link up there?

The thought of seeing you again, even if it was at another dumb Greek party, made electricity zip through his veins. His stomach filled to the brim with butterflies, and he had to shift his position because of how much it tickled. 

@/yskang99: yeah sounds great :D i'll look forward to seeing u

@/studioyn: same here yeo :’))

@/studioyn: how's ur week been so far? 

Yeosang leaned back in his chair again, propping his elbows on the armrests to sink into a comfortable position. He had a feeling he might be here awhile, but he would sit here all night if it meant talking to you. 

“Yn! We're gonna be late!” 

You nearly jolted at the sound of Reina's voice carrying through the other side of your bedroom door. You dropped your phone onto your bed, racing to finish up the rest of your makeup. “You can never be late to a Greek party!” You countered, swiping your thumb over the pigment you just put on your lips. 

Your bedroom door opened just as you were slipping a chain necklace around your collar. Reina poked her head in, her eyes looking you up and down. “Ooh-la-la,” she gushed with a teasing smile. “Someone's gotten all dolled up. I wonder who for…”

You rolled your eyes and ignored the obvious warmth rising to your face. “I just felt like it,” you defended weakly while spritzing a light mist of perfume over your neck and wrists. You stood up from your desk to collect your wallet, keys, and lip gloss to dump into a purse, then went over to retrieve your phone. 

The screen displayed another message from Yeosang, no doubt continuing the conversation you had to abruptly pause because you would be late for the NCT party. This was going to be the second Greek party in two weeks—a record for your books. But you had a feeling it was going to be a good time like last week, you were sure of it. 

As you skimmed the message Yeosang sent, you slipped out of the room to join Reina in the main living space. She casted you a pointed look with arms crossed over her chest and lips pressed together. 

“What?” You blinked over at her innocently. 

“You're never gonna see your boy at this rate,” she said as the two of you picked out your shoes for the night. 

You sent a text answering Yeosang and letting him know you would be at the party soon. “He's not 'my boy,’” you said. 

“Right. He's your man.”

You hated how hard it was to keep the giggle in your throat down. It was embarrassing how you smiled just then, too, turning your head away from a smug Reina. 

God, he was just a guy; how did you get so head-over-heels after just one night? It had to be the fact that you'd been texting him nonstop over the past few days. Though you were busy and exhausted, you continued to check your phone all throughout the days and stayed up long into the nights just to talk to him. He had you hook, line, and sinker. 

At some point, you'd forgotten what Yura warned you about on Saturday. 

Your friends picked you and Reina up in one of their family minivans. A round of greetings went up as you clambered in behind Reina, and your friend asked where her cousin was tonight if she wasn't carpooling with the rest of you. 

“She said she was at her sorority friend's house,” Sieun said offhandedly from the driver's seat. The minivan door closed on its own with a mechanical whirring sound. “She's probably at the party already.”

Some nights, parties called for a pregame session, while others (not unlike this one) was attacked raw. Sieun parked the minivan about a block outside of Greek row where there were spaces between cars along the curbs and where there was less of a chance of her accidentally running over a drunk partygoer stumbling into the street. The party was already in full swing with neon green strobe lights blazing aggressively through the front windows, and Gasolina blasting at nothing less than one hundred percent speaker volume. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand as Reina grabbed your hand to avoid instantly losing you in the crowd. 

@/yskang99: im on the second floor where there's less people 😋😋 they've got a nice balcony we can hide on!!

“Mark said they've got spiked Capri Sun somewhere in here!” Reina shouted into your ear. 

You nodded your head vigorously. “Let's find it then!”

@/studioyn: gonna grab hard caprisun and then head up!! do u want some??

@/yskang99: surprise me w a flavor, pretty pls x

You grinned to yourself and slid your phone into your purse to focus on the task at hand. 

The NCT fraternity house wasn't a completely unknown landscape to you and Reina. Being friends with one of its brothers and friends-by-association with all the rest, you'd popped by more than a few times. You could likely navigate this house with your eyes closed; that was what it was like weaving through the dark rooms and throngs of people squeezed together like sardines in a can, anyway. 

Along yours and Reina's trek to the kitchen, you gained a couple people in your conga line of linked hands, NCT's own Xiaojun and Jungwoo. NCT frat brothers always pregamed, so the two brothers were already tipsy and giggled about your kindergarten field trip line (with Reina being dubbed the poor kindergarten teacher tasked with keeping you together). 

When you arrived at your destination, it didn't take long for you to lose both Xiaojun and Jungwoo to the game of Texas Hold 'Em being played at the breakfast table. The singular lightbulb overheard made it feel like a smoke-filled backdoor gambling den. 

“Aha!” You cheered after playing a game of mystery cooler roulette, and opened the cooler lid that held the spiked Capri Sun juice pouches on ice. 

“Mine!” Reina snatched up the last cherry flavored one, the shiny aluminum slippery and ice-cold as she impaled the opening with the thin, yellow straw. 

You grabbed a Pacific Cooler flavored pouch for yourself, and a second for Yeosang. 

“Ah, is that for the man of your dreams?” Reina said between sips, her pouch already half empty. 

You sent her a look. “He has good taste, which means he'll probably appreciate Pacific Cooler as much as I do.”

“As long as it's not lemonade,” came a voice to your left. There stood a rather tall and lean man, his warm smile enunciated by the dim kitchen lighting as the green strobe lights from the living room painted across his face. “I can't deal with sour shit,” he explained, making a face. 

You laughed. “That's valid. Fruit Punch is a classic though.”

“Can't argue with that,” he replied, leaning down to pick his poison for the night. He stabbed a straw into his pouch of strawberry kiwi juice, then arched an eyebrow at you. “I feel like I know you. Do I know you?”

“Hey,” Reina chimed in as she leaned over your shoulder, “you're with the ATZ frat, aren't you? I recognize you from Twister last week.”

He smiled sheepishly from around his straw. “Ah… haha, not my best moment, but yes. I'm Yunho.”

“Reina,” your friend replied. 

“Yn,” you added on. 

Yunho's expression jerked as if he'd just been delivered an electric shock. He waved his pointer finger at you. “Oh my god, you're Yeosang's girl!”

Your eyes shuddered in surprise. Yeosang's girl. “Sorry?” You stammered. There was an insane amount of possessive pronouns being used tonight, buy you definitely weren't complaining about it, and could he perhaps say that again—

“Yeah, he won't shut up about you.” Yunho slurped up the rest of his juice pouch, draining and flattening the life out of it in record time. “He loves Pacific Cooler, by the way.”

He took his leave then, saying nothing else to you and Reina except for shooting you a pair of finger guns like saying 'go get em, tiger!’

Reina wheezed, draping herself over you for a moment. “Oh—my god! Good thing Yeosang's just as down in the trenches as you are.”

“Don't do this to me, Reina,” you whined and dragged her along out of the kitchen toward the second floor staircase. “I don't need encouragement; the crush is enough!”

“It's never enough,” she declared with her pointer finger up in the sky. “You are gone, my friend! Gone, I say.”

You patted her head as you both began your ascent up the stairs. “Alrighty; then gone, I am. Do you remember where the balcony is on this floor?”

She hummed. “Ooh! Somewhere by Johnjae's room, abouts. I just remember because Mark told us how—”

“Right—the sophomore year Romeo and Juliet reenactment,” you snorted. You couldn't wrap your head around the batshit crazy things that occurred around these parts. “Who convinced Doyoung to play Paris anyway?”

She made a noncommittal noise. “Must've been bribed—oh, there it is, but I think there's a couple out there already…”

There was most definitely a couple on the balcony. Their outlines were silhouettes against the residual strobe lights shining up from downstairs, so it was a little too dark to make out who they were. They seemed close—the girl was all over the boy, the latter trying to hold her up by her waist. Maybe she'd had too much to drink, and for a moment, you were glad someone was taking care of her. 

But when she leaned in for a kiss, green light glanced across their faces to reveal their features to you. It was only a split second, but it was all you needed. 

“Reina,” you exhaled in shock, turning away from the balcony with enough speed to nearly give you whiplash. 

She didn't question you, as you both careened back down the hall from where you came from, heading for one of the open bedrooms on this floor to collect yourselves. When the two of you were out of earshot of the balcony, she hissed under her breath in utter disbelief, “Yura?”

You'd seen it nearly clear as day, too. That was Yura kissing Yeosang. 

Your head spun as you shouldered your way into Mark's and Haechan's room, their names plastered on the door in foam letter stickers from the craft store. As Reina closed the door and turned on the lights, you sat down in Mark's desk chair attempting to make sense of what you and Reina just witnessed. 

Yeosang and Yura? But wasn't Yura the one who warned you that chasing after Yeosang was a risk because of how many others were, as well? Why would… 

Oh. 

Well, now you just felt stupid. 

Reina dragged over Haechan's desk chair to settle in front of you, her expression less enraged than before, and more concerned over what she was reading off of your face. “Hey, don't do that. Don't think like that.”

“You don't know what I'm thinking,” you murmured, setting the untouched juice pouches on the desk. 

“You're thinking that you're stupid.” 

“Okay, maybe you do know what I'm thinking.” You inhaled, then exhaled slowly, leaning forward onto your knees. “I don't really know what to think or assume.”

Reina nodded, chewing on her bottom lip. “That's okay. I don't think I really understand what I saw either.”

“But that was Yura, right?”

She bobbed her head again. “That was my cousin, yeah.”

“Would it be fair to even think that she told me all that shit last week to discourage me from seeing him?” You didn't enjoy thinking that another person would have such malicious intentions without understanding their point of view, especially someone you considered yourself friends with. 

“Well,” Reina drawled, “I think we both saw what we saw, and Yura was acting strangely about it on Saturday. It would be fair if you were hurt by it; I think your feelings have been clear.”

You gave a small nod. “Do you think he…?”

“I'm not sure, hon.” 

You resolved to talk to him about it. If anything, you had these juice pouches left to console yourself, but you wanted to make sure you knew where his feelings laid. You would be lying if you said your heart didn't harbor even a glimmer of hope that this was all a misunderstanding, and that the kiss was an accident and didn't matter. 

You and Reina left the relative safety of Mark and Haechan's bedroom to go find Yeosang. There weren't any new messages between either of you since the Capri Sun exchange, and you thought about texting him on his whereabouts. 

The balcony by Johnny and Jaehyun's room was empty now, barren of any evidence somebody was there in the first place. 

You and Reina wandered back down to the main floor. The party was nowhere near over; the night was still young. Hope was sinking fast in your stomach as the two of you traveled from room to room in search of him, but with no luck. Even asking around was useless. 

“Text him,” Reina encouraged, as the two of you sipped on the juice pouches that were supposed to be for you and him. 

She held your spiked juice while you texted him. 

As time passed, and a response had yet to come through, you tossed yours and Reina's flattened Capri Sun pouches into the nearest garbage can.

If he wasn't going to answer, then maybe you would just go home for the night. You had a lot to think about. 

Defeated, you let Reina sweep you under her arm and guide you to the front door. “Let's go home, hm?” She said, rubbing your shoulder. 

On your way to the front door, you paused. You thought you heard someone calling your name—

You turned around to find Mark barreling toward you through the crowd with another guy at his side. “Mark?” You shouted over the music. 

“Hey, we've been looking all over for you,” he said. Nodding to his friend, he told you, “This is Wooyoung, by the way, the ATZ brother I'm friends with.”

“Yeosang's been looking for you,” Wooyoung said in earnest, eyes as wide as Mark's. Had they been looking for you as much as you were looking for Yeosang?

Something like hope sparked in your chest again—you were at odds. The fight had nearly dissipated from your blood and you were ready to go home. But if he was trying to find you… it must be worth it then, right?

“Where is he?” You asked. 

It was nearing midnight by the time you settled yourself on the concrete curb outside the ATZ frat house just down the block from the target being thrown at the NCT house. With everyone over there, no wonder it was quiet enough to finally hear yourself think. With the coming of deep autumn, a slight breeze wafted by that drifted over your skin and raised goosebumps on your arms. 

You heard gravel crunching from behind you, coming down the ATZ driveway, and before you could turn your head to look, a warm jacket was placed over your shoulders. You held your breath, fingers finding the lapel to keep it from slipping as you glanced over at your counterpart. 

Yeosang lowered himself onto the curb next to you, mimicking your position with his knees bent and arms resting upon them. “I—my phone died,” he said lowly. 

“Oh.” That took care of at least two of your questions. 

“Is there—” He stopped himself, amending his statement, “There's something on your mind.”

Understatement of the century. You pulled his jacket around you, the intertwining scents of alcohol and his cologne lingering on the collar. “I was going to meet you at the balcony, and I was there, but… but I saw you and Yura, and…”

It was his turn to say “oh.” He angled his body toward you now until his knees bumped against yours and he was muttering out an apology he didn't need to say. He laid his upper body over his arms that were folded onto his knees and peered up at you through lengthy lashes.

He was waiting for you to finish. 

You swallowed, following his lead and turning your body toward him. “I saw her kiss you,” you said, the sound barely audible to anybody but you and him. “Reina and I went somewhere to kind of just soak in what we saw, and then we went back out to find you so I could talk to you about it, but we couldn't find you.”

“I'm sorry you had to see that,” he murmured, eyebrows furrowed together. “It—it didn't mean anything. She did try to kiss me, but I pushed her away before she could.”

You believed him. You loosened a small chuckle from your lips. “Y'know, it sounds silly to me now, but last week she told me that there were a number of girls who were pursing you and were very aggressive about it.”

He snorted. “If there were any, I only know of one.”

“She…?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, lips pursing. “I know she's liked me for a while, but I've made it clear I don't see her the same way. At last Friday's party, I was actually trying to lose her in the crowd when I found you.”

Your eyes widened. “So she was there?” Then Reina had actually seen her cousin at the party; Yura had lied about where she was. 

“She told me tonight that she was scared about me liking you more than her,” Yeosang said as he lifted his body back up to rest his cheek against his fist. “She was really drunk—which was why you probably saw me trying to hold her up—and then she… tried to kiss me. I pushed her away, and one of her friends found us, so I handed her over and went to get some air.”

And that was why you couldn't find him. You released a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. “Are you—are you okay? I'm so sorry she did that to you.” 

The corners of his lips tugged upward in a reassuring smile. “I'm alright, thank you. And it's not your fault.”

“I know, but still,” you insisted. “Your boundaries were violated, and it makes me feel so icky that I've called her a friend of mine, and—what?” 

Your words came to a screeching halt when you realized that Yeosang was just smiling at you. Or rather, gazing at you, admiring you. It was whatever he did whenever his eyes possessed a set of twin jewels in his irises that needed no light to glitter like gold; and when his grin softened at the corners by a tenderness that knocked the wind out of you, all words and systems failed you. 

You recognized this look, except this time, you weren't drunk. 

“I'm really happy I met you,” he said in your silence. “And I'm happy I got to see you again.”

You nearly melted. You smiled back at him, replying quietly, “Couldn’t have said it any better. Thank you for being honest with me.”

“And thank you for believing me.” He reached for your hand, his movements slow as if giving you an opening to pull back if you wanted to. But you didn't, and you closed the remaining space to link your fingers and press your palms together. 

You and Yeosang shared mutual smiles in the dim lighting outside his fraternity house. Your heart beat had quickened a considerable amount now that he was so close to you again. 

You cleared your throat. "Just to be clear though—when you said she was scared about you liking me more than her—?"

His smile reached his eyes and turned them into upturned crescent moons. "I'm not scared," he said, "that I like you more than I have ever liked her." By a landslide.

Your heart gave a lurch in your chest. "Good," you smiled. "That's good, because I like you a whole lot, too."

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Yeosang inclined his chin toward where his car was parked a couple vehicles down. “Properly this time, now that we're not completely wasted?”

You laughed. “I would love nothing more.”

Pleased, he helped you to your feet. You must have stood up far too quickly though, because the blood rushed up to your head in a riptide current. You swore as the vertigo hit you, and your footing stumbled. 

“Woah, careful there, pretty,” he murmured, his low voice by your ear as he steadied you with one hand pressed between your shoulder blades and the other around your waist. 

Oh, there went your heart… it flew up to halo around Yeosang's head, and it wasn't yours anymore—

“You okay?” He mused. 

You cleared your throat, straightening. “Yeah, I'm great,” you said sheepishly, ducking your head toward your chest. 

A warm, fond chuckle left his mouth. “Cute,” he murmured. He lifted your chin up so you would look at him, his eyes darting down toward your mouth, and yours mirroring his movements. “I was wondering…”

“You can kiss me,” you blurted out, ignoring the utter leap in your pulse and the heat crawling up the back of your neck. 

You tasted his smile as he leaned over to seal his mouth over your own, a long awaited return to the place that felt just right. You breathed him in, inhaled him, devoured him whole—you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer just as his hands pressed you flush against him. 

In the distance against the heavy house music in the background, a cheer went up into the night sky. 

You and Yeosang parted only to crane your heads in the direction of the noise, only to find what looked like a gathering of your friends and his friends hooting and applauding like it was New Years. 

“OPERATION: PASSENGER PRINCESS WINS!” The guy from earlier, Wooyoung, practically howled up at the sky. 

You pressed your face against Yeosang's shoulder as he groaned. “I am so sorry about them,” he chuckled through a grimace, lips grazing over your crown. 

You laughed along with him. “My friends are also among the guilty party, Yeo.” 

He kept his arm around your waist and you kept your head against his shoulder as the two of you walked away from your friends and toward his car. Contentment curled itself up over your chest again, and it nestled in deep, as if it planned to stay awhile. 

“By the way,” you piped up as he unlocked his car. 

“Mhm?”

You opened the passenger side door and leaned over the top of it to ask, “What the hell is Operation: Passenger Princess?” 

Yeosang sputtered out a laugh and his cheekbones burned red. “How about we save that for our third date?”

You blinked, lips parting. 

Yeosang grinned impishly. “Close that mouth, pretty, or I'll close it for you.”

Your jaw snapped closed, and his laugh echoed against the houses along this street. You climbed into the car after him, flustered beyond words. “I don't like you,” was all you could come up with. 

“I'm sure you don't.”

a/n: pls remember to reblog + comment if you enjoyed! also, the plan is to try and write another wooyo frat au as well, so pray for me...

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[littlelostdemonofthelight]

— essentials • K. Yeosang

𐙚paring; ❝bf!Yeosang x gf!reader❞ 𐙚summary; ❝it's the first time you realize that your man's a walking vending machine—just for you, though.❞

Seeing how many things Yeosang keeps in his bag, I'm sure he walks around with your essentials as well.

"Yeo, hurry to the washroom, emergency!" You whisper-yelled into your phone.

And Yeosang is ok his feet, making a beeline to the restaurant washroom. "Y/n, what is it!" He whispers against the door.

Opening the door, you pull him down to your level. "Code: Red, need a pad!"

Yeosang nods understandingly, turning to leave. Just before he disappears from view, he runs back to you like a puppy looking for it's toy. "Tampon, pad or panty liner?"

You blink, shaking your head in a hurry. "Anything works, yeo, quick!"

It doesn't even take Yeosang minutes to return with a handful of a bunch of stuff. He has everything you vould ask for– pad thin and thick ones, panty liner, tampon, everything.

You don't question it. Quickly grabbing your pick, you close the door shut.

Once you're both outside, you finally ask. "How did you get so many things so quick?"

Yeosang stops in his track, his mind searching for what you're talking about. Once he remembers, he gives you a cheeky smile.

"Got everything you need, love," he grins, showing you his bag.

"Pads, vitamins, advil, chapstick, hair band, tide pen–" and you have to stop him by pressing your finger to his lips.

"Got it, man," you giggle. "You're a walking vending machine."

He smiles as he takes your hand in his, skipping in his tracks. "Just for you, love."

yup-thats-me®

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[littlelostdemonofthelight]

Yall his proportions are CRAZYYYY