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[quokkaracha]

ahhhhk do i try and get tickets for hyde park? ill be in uni when the tickets go on sale 😭

[quokkaracha]

Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙫𝙞𝙞. 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚

! fwb, free use ft. all, fujoshi fem reader, poly, enm, angst, smut, dead dove do not eat. <1k wc. 18+ readers only !

「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© Jan 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Minho might have overdone it. There’s an amorphous pile of heaving, moist skin where 3racha used to be.

Granted, he had only one person in mind when he committed to the most gruelling and physically demanding routine he could think of, but there’s no accounting for collateral.

Chan and Jisung tore off their shirts two thirds through the routine. Maybe Minho admires the way their slick skin shimmers under the spotlights and how their broad chests heave with their breaths. Maybe he’s only human. Changbin has his sleeves rolled to shoulder, which is about as extreme as he gets, and even Minho himself is feeling the burn, if he admits it. But it’s all in the motivation: if it tortures Chan, he’ll go as long as needed.

“Okay; one last run through.”

Jisung wails. “Hyung, please—” He tries to sit up. Fails. “I can’t do anymore. I can’t feel my legs.”

“Seriously,” Changbin cries. “I’ll never be able to walk again.”

“Don’t be such dramatic bitches. Get up.”

“You can’t make me!” Jisung sobs.

“No?” Minho trudges to him, stands over his body, reaches down to prod Jisung's sweaty ribs. What starts as despair soon becomes screeching protest; Jisung writhes, wriggles, and gigglesm and if Minho wishes he could suck those sweet, pretty nipples, none present would know.

“Get a room guys,” Changbin scoffs.

Or perhaps they would.

Jisung beneath him sighs, “I wish.”

Oh, God.

Minho’s skin tingles all over, and it’s not for what Jisung’s just said, delightful though it was. There’s a thousand-yard stare being sent their way from a hunched over Chan that, annoyingly, is watching. All eyes turn to him.

He simply smiles. “Something wrong?”

Minho shouldn’t. He really shouldn’t. But physical punishment hasn’t scratched the itch of contempt.

He climbs off Jisung. “There is, actually.”

Jisung covers his face. Changbin sits upright, eyes wide. Chan looks on, brow quirked with interest.

“I wasn’t going to say anything because it’s not my business, but you made it my business when you threw my name around trying to hurt someone I love.”

Huh. That was surprisingly calm. Look at him, growing and shit.

“If you’re talking about what happened at Bin’s studio,” Chan replies. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have brought you up.” He leans back on his hands, shredded abdomen on display. “I respect you too much to involve you in petty shit like that. I’m sorry.”

Oh. Wait. What? It’s not very often Minho finds himself lost for words.

“I— Good,” he flounders. “Don’t do it again. And while you’re at it, be nicer to her. She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way you treat her.”

“I mean—” Chan shrugs. “That’s subjective, right?”

“What?”

“I’m just saying. It’s subjective. Who’s to say the way I treat her is any worse than the way you treat her?”

Changbin’s jaw locks. “Stop it, hyung.”

“Are you suggesting I treat her badly?” Minho reels. The fucking nerve of it—

Chan shrugs again. “Subjective,” he says. “You fuck her and think about Jisung, so... I don’t know. You tell me.”

“That’s not true.”

“Is she even your girlfriend, or?”

“Watch it, man. I’m not fucking kidding,” Minho hisses.

“Oh, come on. Am I seriously the only one that isn’t besotted with this girl?” Chan laughs, almost hysterical.

“Half the people here have fucked her, and a third,” Minho points at Jisung, “would jump at the chance. So, yeah, I’d say you’re pretty well outnumbered.”

Chan gawps at Jisung like he’s grown a second head. The younger’s failure to meet his gaze tells him all he ought to know.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” he snaps, shoves to his feet. “Is her pussy gold plated or something? Does she have some hotline to your dicks that I'll just never understand?”

“Grow up, man,” Changbin huffs. “You know it’s not like that.”

“Then what is it? Tell me, for real, because I'm—”

“Why don’t you tell us why you hate her so much?” Minho asks. “Because now we’ve established that you’re actually fine with your boyfriends fucking other people, all you’re doing is making yourself look like a tool.”

Chan glowers. Says nothing.

“She tried to empathise with you,” Minho adds. Salt in whatever meagre wound he’s made. “She wanted to believe you were the man she looked up to and not just the asshole that made her feel worthless. I mean; she sees rightly now, so don’t even worry about it. You did an excellent job of straightening her perspective.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to any of you,” Chan says.

“Don’t you want us to understand, hyung?” Jisung appeals. “We know you’re not this person. You never used to be so... angry all the time.”

“And what changed to make me like that? We were happy, we had the three of us, we didn’t need anything else—”

“Stop!”

Changbin's voice booms through the tension, so aggressive it shocks Minho. The rapper stands and turns to Chan. “I can’t do this with you again. You are in total fucking denial, man.”

Chan blinks, and Minho thinks he sees the shell crack.

“How many times have we been over it?” Changbin says. “How many hours did Jisungie and I spend trying to make you understand why we were suffocating? How is it that despite agreeing to find a middle ground, we still feel like we’re fucking smothered!?”

 “Bin—”

“You never had to be one hundred percent okay with all this. We’d have been worried if you were. Shit; Jisung and I were so anxious about putting ourselves out there again we were fucking relieved when you suggested we hit up Minho. And you remember that, right? You suggested it.”

“I suggested Minho. Not her.”

Jisung stands then, sweeping his sweat-soaked hair from his flushed forehead. “But we like her. You have no good reason to be going off like this. Bin hyung said you called her a sasaeng— aren’t you the one that’s obsessed?”

Chan looks like he’s been slapped, his dark eyes round and hollow, complexion sallow. A pin could drop and break the silence. Minho wishes it would. Without a word the redhead makes a hasty grab for his shirt, tugs it on as he crosses the studio, and is gone.

The door slams loud and clear; Minho cringes.

That frame better be intact.

𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ♡ 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙤-𝙛𝙞 ♡

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[quokkaracha]

them accidentally ditching you on your bday - pu

hhu, vu, pu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, etc.

wc: 2766

a/n: tysm to the few ppl who requested this i hope u like it! pls lmk if u want a pt. 2! i decided to go on a diff direction for minghao's for further angst hehe sorry </3

masterlist

jun -

jun's absence was always a source of sadness for you. it was hard to not miss such a special person in your life, especially when his absence was so frequent due to his career.

dating an idol was difficult, but jun always made it worth it. he kept you to himself, always prioritizing you as much as he could. no day would go by in which he didnt contact you one way or another, even if it was just a quick 'i love you.'

these past two weeks had been hectic for him. going back and forth between china and korea, and even japan all at once had him in planes almost constantly. if he wasnt at a concert, he was at a fansign, and if he wasnt at a fansign, he was at some fashion event. there was no rest for a single member of seventeen during times like these. but despite that, life had smiled at jun's exhausted state for once. he had three consecutive days off; with one of them falling on your birthday.

you had insisted that using up his very rare free time on you was unnecessary. that you'd be happy to just have him home as he slept for the entirety of the three days, but he had insisted to spend the day with him. had even convinced you to cancel all other plans you may have originally had for your special day in favor of spending it with him. he had been unable to promise you anything grandiose, cringing at himself when he told you it'd just be a nice day in between the two of you. nothing made you happier than the thought, assuring him it was more than enough.

the day prior to your birthday, he had decided to go stay with his parents. he hadnt seen them in a while, and they were currently staying in jun's home in korea, so it was perfect. he was still a bit exhausted from the previous twelve days in which had received no more than four hours of sleep at a time, but he headed straight to them the moment he landed nonetheless. it was a nice evening he had with them, catching up and being fed home cooked meals by his mom. he went to sleep a bit late, but not until after facetiming you to let you know how excited he was to to spend your birthday with you. it was 1am by then, so technically it had been your birthday already. he let you go at some point, letting you know he'd be in your home by 11am sharp with a gift in hand.

the next day came sooner than expected, with jun groggily waking up, drool on his pillow showing the very deep slumber he had fallen under. he had not slept so well in months, not having allowed himself a healthy eight hours of sleep in a very long time. it was weird, though, he felt way too well rested, more than you'd expect from a regular night of sleep. upon checking the clock he realized why. it was now 2pm .. had he slept a total of twelve hours?! how exhausted had he been? it was now three hours after the time he was supposed to be meeting you. he ran to his phone to check if you'd called, only to find it dead. he had forgotten to charge it before heading to sleep. his exhaustion had truly gotten the best of him last night.

he gave it ten minutes go charge before turning it on, immediately wincing at your ten missed calls and your dejected messages wondering why he was gone, even worrying if anything had happened until finally tracking his location and realizing he had been home the whole time. you did not have his parents' number, so it had been impossible for you to contact him. by the end of the messages you'd informed him that you'd just go for a quick lunch with your friends, letting him know that it was okay if he just stayed home with his parents if he so wished. you'd only hoped he couldve kept you in mind before changing plans.

his day off could not have gotten any worse.

soonyoung -

admittedly, soonyoung could be a bit ... air-headed at times. its not that he didnt think, but more like he acted on impulse rather than logic. this would sometimes lead him to issues in various areas of his life. including your romantic relationship.

you'd been dating soonyoung for a while, already growing used to his silly antics by now. he was a silly boy, who could blame him! you found him endearing more than anything, always making you laugh and find joy in the little things. your relationship had been nothing but fun so far. not only was he entertaining to be around, but he was also a loving boyfriend and practically obsessed with you. he was affectionate to a fault, always doting on you. at some point he became a bit of an annoyance to his members, constantly showing you off to them in your absence. just like with anything else in life, when it came to you, he didnt think much. he just went based on feelings, and his feelings for you were quite strong.

this was why you were confused as to why your boyfriend was absent at this moment. the same boy who could not go five minutes away from you (whenever his job didnt get in the way, of course) without whining, had seemingly forgotten your plans for the day.

soonyoung was supposed to return from japan this morning after two weeks of absence from your shared home. you had told him it was fine if he wanted to rest instead of doing something for your birthday, which coincidentally landed today. a day in with him was more than enough, you'd assured him, but he insisted that all he needed upon his return was a quick nap with you and then he'd be ready to head out for a night out with you. except he never showed up. you waited and waited, receiving no explanation from him. you even called him multiple times, but he mustve kept his phone on airplane mode, as he never responded. you knew how easily distracted he could be, but to straight up forget to come home was too much, even for his standards.

it wasnt until five hours after his supposed arrival that you found out what had happened to him. you received a call from a very exhausted minghao, letting you know that his driver would be dropping off soonyoung at your home shortly. he and the boys had gone for a spontaneous drink after the flight, with chan having lost some sort of bet and having to buy them all drinks as punishment upon arrival. there was no mention of your birthday during the call, making you think that it had even slipped soonyoung's mind to let his members know he had previous plans.

the annoyance you were feeling was the least of your problems at the moment. you'd probably have to deal with a drunk soonyoung as soon as he and minghao arrived, having to put your feelings aside as you took care of him in order to ensure a painless hangover the next morning, yet another day in which he had to work. not only had he forgotten you, but he had prevented you from making any plans to favor spending time with him, time which would now be spent babying him until sleep took over him.

minghao -

the day had started well. you had woken up to a beautiful message from your loving boyfriend, with a few selfies attached as he told you how much he loved you and how badly he wanted to be home with you right now to celebrate your birthday. you felt truly loved upon exiting your room to find a few different bouquets of flowers, all labeled as 'from: xu minghao', your sweet boyfriend who would always give you small showcases of his affection such as this one.

he had left before you were able to wake up, having scheduled as early as 4am. he had a fashion show to attend today, along with many other previous engagements in regards to his idol life. but you were fine with it! he had promised you time and time again that he'd be home on time by 7 or 8-ish in order to have a romantic dinner with you. this had been the birthday celebration you had been looking forward to the most. you had a quick breakfast with a few friends, along with a small brunch with some family, which meant the final and most important part of your day would come last. you were extremely excited. it was a birthday dinner with the love of your life, a luxury you did not often get due to minghao's overly packed schedule.

at 6, you began to get ready, opting for a cute outfit that would have the usually composed salivating over you. at 7, you had all dinner arrangements ready. minghao had asked mingyu to drop off some dishes earlier in the day, claiming he had wanted to cook for you himself but the fashion show would leave him with no time, instead deciding to ask his best friend to do him a solid since he had been off earlier than minghao today. everything was ready by 7:30, so now all you had to do was wait.

you waited until 8, which soon became 9, only to become 10:30 and then 11 in what almost felt like minutes. you knew your boyfriend did not carry his personal phone with him during public schedules, so you didn't bother calling him, instead choosing to confirm his location with his manager, who let you know he had been driven to an after-party at around 8:30, thirty minutes after your established meeting time.

by 11:30 you had already put on your pajamas, dejectedly picking up all the dishes and saving them for another day. you weren't just disappointed, but you were sad too. he had promised you this for days, only to pick an optional schedule over you. this was very unlike him, but you still did not want to give him a pass for his carelessness.

he came back by 12, apologizing as soon as he spotted you waiting for him on the couch, only to be interrupted by you.

'minghao ... what the fuck? you say you'll be here by 8 and just ditch me for a stupid after party? is there any explanation for this or were you just trying to be a dick?' you knew you went too hard too fast, not even letting him finish his apology, but you were mad.

the venom in your voice seemed to irritate him almost immediately, causing a scary side of minghao to come out. he was never mean, per say, but he could be a bit too cold and direct sometimes. he seemed to forget his mistake immediately, instead pining the fault on you.

'y/n, im an idol. this is my job. you know its my dream to get into the fashion field. i need networking to do that. as my partner you have to understand that. its not like i didnt warn you itd be today.'

'and i do understand! but all night? you could've told me. you couldve gone back on your word and i wouldve understood, but you-'

'listen. im not gonna have a conversation if you keep yelling. calm down, and when you decide to act like an adult, ill be willing to discuss this with you', it was so easy for him to dismiss you, which shocked you. he was usually so attentive.

'are you .. are you serious? are you drunk?'

'believe it or not, we're not all waiting for this day to put all our own shit aside and celebrate. i cant believe you're not being supportive. you havent even asked me how it went, i-'

'you know what? you're right. im sorry. i hope it went great, minghao. i'm gonna go to sleep now, if you dont mind. goodnight', there was truly no use in arguing. you knew him to be incredibly stubborn, and he was starting to hurt your feelings. so you marched to sleep, deciding to take the guest room instead, slamming the door shut as you finally let yourself cry at your boyfriend's lack of care.

chan -

chan was an exemplary boyfriend. he was, for lack of a better term, down tremendously bad for you. one simple look from you and he was reporting for duty, ready to do whatever you wanted. this behavior manifested in every aspect of your relationship, making him be labeled as a bit of a simp by all your mutual friends. chan did not mind this, however, being insanely into you and willing to go through all lengths to make sure you knew how loved you were by him.

your relationship was very much like a friendship, allowing the two of you to joke around and hang out as friends would, but also having all the special benefits of a committed relationship. you'd show up for each other more than anyone else, making your bond stronger than any other in your respective lives.

you had expected this to be the same case for your birthday. you hadn't mentioned it much, knowing chan was coincidentally busy during that week. you blamed him in no way for his busy schedule, always supporting his passions and even egging him on whenever he wanted to take on even more challenges (although also scolding him whenever he burnt himself out too much). but you were still somehow expected he would at least mention it.

you were surprised to wake up that day - having fallen asleep before chan's arrival home - to no type of reaction from chan. he was already awake, almost ready to leave for yet another busy day of schedules, with no single word mentioning your birthday. you knew he was insanely busy, but not even a quick 'happy birthday'? in the back of your mind you had hoped maybe he would at least bring you flowers or something upon his return the previous night, but he had clearly headed to sleep upon arrival. for someone who was usually a romantic, his lack of reaction surprised you.

deciding not to make a big deal out of it, you didn't say anything, simply bidding him goodbye with a quick kiss and an 'i love you' to match. you had the day off, but no real plans made, so you decided to just mope around the house, maybe schedule a date with one of your friends for the evening. you had kept your schedule open in the off chance than maybe chan wouldve planned a quick little something. you knew you could've just communicated this to your boyfriend, but you had wanted the romantics sue you!

surprisingly, you received a call a few minutes after chan's departure; one from one of your closest mutual friends, one boo seungkwan. it was very likely that he had remembered today's date, very much unlike your boyfriend.

'hi, kwannie', you replied upon answering.

'baby! happy birthday!!! love you!'

you sighed, 'thank you, boo. love you too'

'aigoo, something wrong? sad channie can't stay in today?', you could hear and see his pout through the phone.

'no, kwannie. it's nothing. don't worry about it', even if you were slightly annoyed, you didnt want to throw your boyfriend under the bus.

'no! tell me!! you can't be sad on your birthday, cmon!'

'well .. chan kinda, uh, forgot.'

'what? did he say anything?'

'nope. just left without saying anything.'

'aish, that idiot. don't worry, i'll take care of this, i'll-'

'no, kwan! it's fine. i dont wanna make a big deal out of it. you guys are busy with your comeback. it's okay, i'll get over it.'

'but, baby-'

'kwan, really. i'm fine, i swear. have a good day for me, okay? love you'

he humphed, but accepted your response, 'fine. you better have fun today too, though, okay? love you'.

and that was the end of it. you would now probably spend the next few hours a bit dejected, not looking forward to the inevitable moment in which your boyfriend realized his mistake, knowing you couldn't really be mad at him due to his busy lifestyle, but feeling hurt nonetheless.

[quokkaracha]

HAN JISUNG roommate perv! x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: perverted behavior, betrayal of trust, masturbation

18+ pls minors dni!

You and Han are best friends, so it was only natural for him to offer to rent out his spare room to you when you were apartment searching (he was looking for a new roommate anyway). You had spent a lot of time together, so living in the same house wasn't much different from how it's always been. Honestly, with how often you hung around his place, he should have started charging you rent a long time ago.

A new aspect of your relationship was that he got impossibly more familiar with you. Like how you always need him to keep you company while folding laundry or it wouldn't get done, or how you played a specific song right before going to sleep every night (the walls were thin).

With constant exposure to you, he was forced to face his not-so friendly thoughts. He had well acknowledged that you were attractive, but always tried to prevent himself from catching feelings because of your best friend status.

He can't help but look when you wear booty shorts or a crop top around the house, but he gave himself the benefit of the doubt and figured that was just an impulsive act (at first).

Within a month, he started giving in to his more perverted thoughts. He stopped holding back from looking at your figure when you wore little clothing around the house. Stopped holding back from admiring the way your lips cutely wrapped around your toothbrush when you were holding it in place without a hand on it.

By the second month, he had joined in on helping you fold and put away your laundry "to make the process quicker" - he had even offered to start doing your laundry for you. "I know how much you hate doing it." He would say sweetly. He would do your laundry, sure, but he would lose a few panties (and knee-highs) in the process.

By the third month, he completely gave in to his perversion. He was no better than the creep you came home and told him about one day, the one who blatantly couldn't stop staring at your chest the entire train ride home. Jisung was just as bad as that so-called creep... just less obvious.

He instead opted to sneak looks at you during movie nights. He knew that you were never the biggest fan of horror films, but would never turn one down if he suggested it. There you sat on the couch in the living room, sharing the same blanket that was draped across your laps and pressed up directly against him. You opted for a tank top, as you commonly did during nights in.

The only light coming from the tv screen, Jisung had all the privacy he needed to catch glimpses of you. The way your face scrunched up in genuine concern for the main character (how cute, he thought). The way your nipples had hardened underneath the material of your thin tank top about halfway through the movie. Needless to say, he had absolutely no idea what was going on in the movie.

At one point you caught him staring. "What?" You ask. "Nothing. You're just cute when you're scared." Obviously not knowing how to respond to what he said, you turned your head back towards the screen without reacting to his comment. Fuck, he thought. He couldn't believe that was his cover. The more he thought about it, the more he spiraled. What a weird thing to say.

He couldn't deny it though. The way you lightly flinched and grabbed a handful of the blanket whenever a jumpscare occurred had given him a semi more than once, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

It's not like he's into seeing you scared or anything. He's just so reactive because it's you.

In fact, you've made him hard countless times for no reason at all.

You make a hum in appreciation at his cooking? He accidentally burns his own plate because he was too focused on palming himself through his pants while facing the stove. He sees your plain white cotton underwear with the little bow (his personal favorite) in your laundry basket? You won't see it for another week. You wear one of his T-shirts to bed? He'll put it over his face while he jerks off to your scent until it no longer smells like you.

Don't get him started on when you got the sex toy. He was putting your laundry away one day while you were out (since he's such a good roommate who definitely isn't imagining you in every single pair of panties as he folds them) when he saw something buried towards the back of the drawer. To his surprise, he pulled out a silicone dildo. It must be new, he thought to himself, because he knew every inch of your room. He was guilty of trying to find your dirty little secrets - and now he had finally found one.

From that day on, he made sure to never put his headphones in at night like he usually would to fall asleep. On the third day of waiting, his patience had finally paid off.

When he started hearing faint noises from the other side of the wall, he practically jumped out of his bed. Fuck, he thought, she's definitely using it now. He sat up against his headboard and pressed his ear to the wall. He took in your shaky breaths and closed his eyes. Imagining how the pretty pink dildo would look slipping in and out of your pussy, he pulled his hardening length out of his sweatpants. He kept his eyes closed, to in a way deny the truth, which was the fact that he was about to jerk off to the sound of his best friend pleasuring herself.

Not creepy at all, he thinks to himself. But he has had enough. Enough of your skimpy clothes, your seemingly innocent cuddles - enough of your teasing.

You must have known deep down that he was a pervert from the jokes he's made over the years. She knows and she willingly decided to share a space with me. She knows what she's in for, he says to himself, trying to justify the immoral act he was actively committing.

On the other side of the wall, you stop moving for a few seconds, then continue. Your breathing had become significantly more choppy, and you were at this point letting out soft moans. She must've changed to a new position, he thought. He wondered what it was. Would you want him to fuck into you with your legs over his shoulders? Or perhaps you'd rather be ass up with your face shoved into the pillows as he rams you into the mattress.

He started focusing his strokes to his tip. He was already leaking with precum, but he wanted to make sure he came with you, and it seemed like you were close.

After a minute, he was edging himself until you were ready. He looked out for any signs of you hitting your climax, and he finally got it... but it wasn't what he thought it would be. "Please... please fu... Ji!!" He hears you say through the wall. It was under your breath but clear enough for him to be sure that's what you said.

He froze, hand resting on the base of his cock. His heart started beating impossibly faster, and he felt his ears start burning up. All of a sudden, he had started his climax. Hearing his name - his nickname at that - had kickstarted his orgasm. He almost forgot to start moving his hand again. He helped himself ride out the latter half of his orgasm, mind still on the fact that you had called his name mid-climax.

He took his ear off the wall and slumped down against his pillows. Fuck. He was in deep.

Part 1? Let's hope I get around to writing part 2 T_T

cross-listed on @h4nj1sungfics !

[quokkaracha]

boyfriend!kim seungmin thoughts

(a/n: this is for @urprincessblog who requested seung's version in my asks!) | sfw and nsfw below the cut

warnings: use of "sir", mentioned sub!seung, public sex, mentioned jeongin

sfw

boyfriend!seungmin who has a whole album in his phone dedicated to .5 pictures of you - especially when you're asleep, at the club or doing tasks

boyfriend!seungmin who sends you a picture every time he sees a dog, and fully expects you to do the same

boyfriend!seungmin who usually finds himself sitting on the floor between your legs when watching tv because he likes it when you mindlessly play with his hair and using your thighs as a pillow is a bonus

boyfriend!seungmin who still makes you a christmas stocking every year because "he needs to stay on top form for when you have kids"

boyfriend!seungmin who makes joint pinterest boards with you for your dream house, car, wedding, etc.

boyfriend!seungmin who has a list on his phone of baby names that he adores, but he'll never tell you about in case you laugh at him

boyfriend!seungmin who changes your name in his phone frequently to whatever stupid nickname he'd made up for you that week

boyfriend!seungmin who hides things around the apartment for you to find at random times - phone charger in the cereal box? tv remote in the fridge? portable charger in the bathroom cabinet? all him

boyfriend!seungmin who whines when you want to watch a musical, but ends up singing along and refuses if you want to turn it off before it finishes

boyfriend!seungmin who makes you a lunchbox every day because he knows that you're prone to forgetting to eat if you're stressed or tired

nsfw

boyfriend!seungmin who has a designated pillow that sits under your hips while he's fucking you !! it never stays on the bed, its usually tucked under so he can grab it when he needs it

boyfriend!seungmin who isn't particularly vocal during sex - usually huffing, groaning, and occasionally letting out a whimper or whine when you clamp down on him

boyfriend!seungmin who pretty much cums on the spot the first time you look up at him all wide and teary eyes, makeup running and said "please, sir, need you to cum inside me"

boyfriend!seungmin who is obsessed with gripping your love handles while he's pounding into you - why would he not take advantage of natural handles given to him so lovingly?

boyfriend!seungmin who has only subbed for you once, and will never admit out loud how much of a rush he got from being a brat and watching you get riled up

boyfriend!seungmin who takes you lingerie shopping and ends up fucking you in the changing room pretty much every single time

boyfriend!seungmin who has a polaroid in his wallet of you on your knees, his cock nestled deep in your throat, and he uses it as visual stimulation when he needs to get off quickly on tour

boyfriend!seungmin who used to pay his roommates to leave so he could fuck you before he got his own room at the new dorm

boyfriend!seungmin who let jeongin fuck you one time and slowly jerked himself off watching, and fantasises about doing it again with each member a different time

boyfriend!seungmin who told you he loved you for the first time while balls deep inside you the first time you had sex, and he nearly cried when you both came

(a/n: scheduled post!)

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han jisung will cutely give you a tired high five with a blissful smile after rearranging your guts

he wants to do it ironically, but he is too earnest in the moment

“good game, sport.”

you roll your eyes but high-five your boyfriend anyway, earning a goofy, self-satisfied smile from him.

he grabs your hand as soon as your palm meets his and entwines his fingers with yours so you can’t take it back, squeezing tight as he flops down on top of you.

“hey, ow!” you complain.

jisung ignores your protests and kisses you on the cheek instead. “just let me lie here for a minute,” he says.

“you’re still inside of me, it’s just going to make you hard again.”

“would that be such a bad thing?” he asks, rocking forward just the tiniest bit to tease you.

you gasp and clench involuntarily around him, making him whine from oversensitivity. deserved.

“see?” he hisses, “you’re just as bad as me.”

“are you overstimulating yourself just to prove a point?”

“…maybe.”

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Cw: Bottom/sub jisung, mommy k!nk, face slapping, degradation, spanking

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Jisung loves it when you treat him like the slutty little boy he is <3

He craves your hand spanking his ass till it’s all red and sore. He loves feeling the soothing rub over his ass cheek right before you smack it again. And of course you can’t deny that you love hearing the noises that come out of him. The faces he makes when he looks back at you and begs

“Fuck~ please no more…. I swear I’ll be a good boy”

Oh how you wish that were true. He is anything but a good boy. He really loves to rile you up because he knows you’ll come home and give him what he wants. You always tell yourself that maybe the best punishment for him would be to not touch him at all.

You can never seem to do that though. Jisung is too delicious… and he knows you can’t resist him.

Another thing he loves is when you’re destroying him with your strap and you slap his face. He’ll say the nastiest shit just to piss you off.

“Mm yeah mommy…. I know you can never resist fucking me. You fucking love this tight hole. Almost makes you sluttier than me huh?”

And then slap

Maybe another one for good measure. You then tell him what a fucking brat he is. How he’s lucky that you’re even touching him after all that shit that’s coming out of his mouth.

“Such a dirty little whore” you say as you give him one final soft snack against his face when you’re both done. The satisfied grin on his face makes you roll your eyes playfully. He has you wrapped around his finger.

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15 Minutes

Pairing: Bestfriend!Han x Fem!Reader

Word Count: weak little 945

Tags/Warnings: Bestfriend!Han, oral sex (Han receiving), slight dirty talking, it's pretty much just smut I might do a part two I'll think about it teeheehee.

Summary: 15 minutes is all you have to blow Han's mind. There's always been this underlying attention, and for once you're actually given the opportunity to act on it.

SMUT WARNING MDNI

"F-fuck oh my god, stop I'm gonna cum in my pants," He chuckles breathlessly, "Please, I can't embarrass myself like that."

"I'd think that would be kinda hot," You smile up at him, your hand still palming his hard cock right through his jeans, the material straining to its fullest around his bulge.

"Shit you're so sexy," Han breathes, his hips still rutting into your hand despite telling you to stop, "That feels so, so fucking good, I'm trying to stop but i-it just, ha," He whimpers.

"It's okay Hannie, don't hold back, please?" You whisper, your hands slowly undoing the button of his jeans, flicking it open with a pop.

"Shit, I'm not gonna last if you tal-" Han's words get stuck in his throat, his mouth falling open and his eyes shutting as your hand wraps around his leaking head, spreading it gently with the tip of your thumb.

His face is already so fucked out, so full of bliss that he looks like he could glow, but when you glance down at the palm of your hand, fkistenjng6 with Han's precum, your body guides itself to get onto your knees.

"Wait, wait you don't ha–holy shit you're gorgeous on your knees," Han chuckles, his lips curling into a smirk as he looks down at you, a shaky hand combing through your hair in unvoiced encouragement.

You think about saying something, about biting something cheeky at him, but when you look up at Han, with his cock so dangerously close to your mouth, It's easy to swallow your own brattiness. Your hands hold him in place as you drag your tongue from the bottom of his shaft to his throbbing tip, swirling around between your lips before taking him into your mouth.

"Holy fuck," Han chokes out, dropping his head back as his eyes screw shut, "Shit, you-your mouth oh my god."

His praises urge you on, each compliment just a boost of confidence and boldness.

Part of you didn't expect that things would turn out this way, the other part of you hoped it did. There had always even this undeniable, obvious sexual tension between the two of you but you had always managed to hide it by calling it a close friendship. But friends' fingertips don't linger on each other's bodies neither do their eyes from across the room.

Han invited you to a gathering with the boys and those who had girlfriends came over too, so it was a large gathering for just a movie night. But things had naturally taken a turn when Truth or Dare was brought up. Of course, as the rest of the group wanted it - the two best friends were dared to stay in the closet for 15 minutes and Minho was the one who dared you to give Han a handjob.

Because everyone knew, except you two.

You didn't know that Han would be so pliant and willing, but he showed no struggle when you two were shoved into the cabinet under the staircase, not much space but enough for you to move comfortably and, to your surprise, enough for you to drop to your knees for him.

"God, t-this is the best fucking he-head I've ever had, fuck."

Blowjobs in general weren't exactly something you used to define as arousing. But, you realise in this moment that's just because you weren't giving head to the right guys, because looking up at Han with his perfect eyebrows nearly touching, his bottom lip roughly caught between his teeth and his body slumping against the dimly lit wall from pleasure, there's nothing that's made you this wet this fast.

"Ohm- my fuck, I-" Han stutters, and you're sure by the twitch of his cock in your mouth that's it's meant to be your warning that's he's going to cum.

Your lips somehow tighten despite the aching burn of your jaw, and your head moves even faster, causing Han to quite literally forget to stay quiet as he begins to moan even louder with the prettiest mm's.

His fingers comb through your hair, gripping tighter as he fights to watch you before his hips buck just an inch up to hit the back of your throat.

It's then that Han grips the back of your head harder, his demeanour shifting as his head falls back, pulsing his thrusts to hit the back of your throat as he releases his load into your throat.

His head falls back with a thud as his arms drop to his side, "Holy fuck I had no… no idea you'd be that fucking good."

You close your eyes as you swallow, telling yourself the taste was worth the experience, and just before you're about to reply, a knock is heard on the door and Chan's voice calls out that your 15 minutes is up.

You both scurry to your feet, and Han zipz up his jeans again. Just before you turn to open the door though, a hand grips around your waist and you whip yourself around just to be caught in Han's flimsy embrace as he straightens you with shaky hands.

"C-can we do that again? Sometime? I mean, not… not right now but I mean maybe if you wanna we could. I guess, I. Fuck I feel stupid."

"Sure," You smile, pecking his cheek quickly before turning back to leave.

"You fucking slut," Minho beams the moment he sees you emerge from the closet, "You gave him head didn't you?"

You smirk at him as you pass by, refusing to answer his whispered suspicion but you glance back, just to find Han smirking as he watches you leave the room.

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[quokkaracha]

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

[quokkaracha]

in case anyone is interested… bsk college au currently in the works 👀

might post a teaser idk

[quokkaracha]

seventeen’s reaction to their youngest member getting injured

choi seungcheol

has already lost 10 years of his life just from worrying about you

loses 5 more when he has to accompany you to the hospital because of your broken leg

he tried to save the lecture until after he knows you’re okay, but he can’t help it when the leader in him comes out

the conversation *cough* reprimand *cough* lasts for the whole car journey and by the time you’ve got the the hospital, you’d already been blocking it out for 10 minutes

“you need to be more careful,” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. he might be frustrated, but he still wanted to show you he cared. “it might be a broken leg this time but who knows what it’ll be next time!”

at the end of the day he just cares about you too much to see you hurt

yoon jeonghan

if it isn’t bad, he’ll just tease you about how clumsy you are

probably still teases you if it is bad, but when you start tearing up because of how much it hurts, will immediately stop

causes hell just to make sure you’re getting the best treatment possible because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t make you were were as comfortable as possible

eventually calms down when you assure him you’re fine and you feel perfectly alright with what you’d been given

leaves 80% of the lecturing to seungcheol and just gives you a tiny one himself, mostly about how you’re not allowed to worry him

once he knows you’re feeling a little better, a switch will flip and he’ll go back to his regular annoying self just to try and get things back to normal

“well at least you didn’t fall down the stairs,” he laughed before cutting it short just a few seconds later, “oh, wait… never mind, you did!”

hong jisoo

was the only one around when you cut your finger open with the kitchen knife

doesn’t know what to do so he sends a text to seungcheol and shoves your hand under the cold tap for a while

tries to cheer you up but doesn’t really know how to when you’re bleeding profusely and crying just as much

eventually lands on his usual method of doing stupid shit just to get the tiniest smile out of you while you wait for anyone else to come and do the important part of patching you up

“keep your hand there,” he tells you as he lets go of your wrist and steps away from you, “get ready to feel better.”

100% does that silly little dance of his which has you cry laughing instead of just regular crying

you almost forget how much it hurts and shua considers his job done!

wen junhui

kind of clueless on what to do when you go to him with a bloody nose and tell him you got hit in the face playing foot volleyball

sits you down on the sofa whilst he frantically google’s how to stop nose bleeds

asks you to go and grab tissues before realising that you’re the one he’s supposed to be helping and goes to get them himself

winces a bit when he gets blood on his hands but remembers that he’s doing it for you and the grossness of it goes away pretty quickly

tries to talk you through the pain, letting you know about what he’s been doing with his day and what he’s planning to do later

“and then you came in to talk to me and i think that’s it,” he finished up recounting every second of his day as he switched the tissue for a clean one, “and then later i’m going to head to the practice rooms to-”

definitely forgets about your injury once the bleeding has stopped and boops you on the nose only to profusely apologise when you wince in pain

kwon soonyoung

if you could run away with a sprained ankle, you definitely should because hoshi will turn up his clinginess by about 80% the moment he hears that you have an injury

will not let you out of his sight until he knows you’re okay again

unfortunately for you that means you have a permanent body guard telling you what you can and can’t do which gets very old very fast

you cant even hide from him because god knows he will seek you out and yell at you for walking on your bad ankle too much

might be overbearing but in reality he just wants you to get better as quickly as possible because it makes him sad to see you in pain

“sit down and let me do it,” hoshi shouted as he noticed you trying to get a bowl of cereal for yourself, “and you wonder why i like to keep an eye on you…”

you eventually give into the clinginess in the hopes that he’ll get bored after a while… he doesn’t…

jeon wonwoo

freezes when he spots you crying and holding your wrist in front of the stove

literally does not know what to do in this situation because he usually palms it off onto one of his other members

but he’s the only one around and you’ve just been burnt and desperately need someone to help

so he walks over to you and drags you to the sink with your good wrist, all whilst muttering complaints about how you need to be more careful

strokes your hair when you’re running your wrist under the cold water to try and soothe you just a little

“you’re okay, y/n,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “i know it hurts but the longer you hold it under the water, the less it’ll hurt in the long run.”

passes you along to the next member that comes along but will check up on you every few minutes just to make sure you’re okay

lee jihoon

his first response is always ‘go find seungcheol’ when you go to him with an injury, but sometimes he’s the only one around and you look so upset and fuck… he’ll have to deal with this

very methodical about it - asks you what’s wrong, finds out what he needs to do, does it

he’ll try and hide his smile as you tell him about what stupid thing you were doing that got you hurt this time, but tries to hide it because at the end of the day, you’re still injured

usually shuffles in close whilst he’s bandaging you up just so you can lean on him in it gets too painful at any point

he refuses to complain about you leaning on him when you’re hurt because how can he deny you physical affection when it’s obviously making you feel better

in reality he just has a soft spot for you and uses you being hurt as an excuse to let you hug him with no complaints

“there we go, kid,” he rubs your arm affectionately, “all patched up…”

lee seokmin

panics because oh god his kid is hurt and he doesn’t know what to do and WHERE IS SEUNGCHEOL

will sit down and hold you close while he rings around the members to try and find one to come and help

he claims the cuddling is to help soothe, but you both know it’s so he can calm himself down more than anything

eventually gets ahold of another member and begs them to come home and help

breathes a sigh of relief when they agree; now his only job is making sure you’re calm and comfortable and nothing hurts too much

cue seokmin literally becoming your butler for the next 20 minutes whilst you wait for someone else to get home because he needs to make sure that you have everything you need

“do you need more tea?” he asks as you take the final sip. not even a second passes before the mug is taken from you and more tea is poured. “i’ll get you some more, just so you have it if you want it, okay?”

kim mingyu

tries his hardest to help but he can’t help but gag when you tell him about how you trapped you fingers in the car door

doesn’t know what to do so he literally wraps up your whole hand in gauze and calls it a day - it’s someone else’s problem now

spends more time trying to cheer you up than he actually does helping with your injury because at least he knows how to make you smile

tells you bad jokes until you can’t breathe from laughter and you’re begging him to stop

he stops but only so you can get your breath back, and then he starts again because laughter is clearly a great pain killer

“if it’s more jokes you want then it’s more jokes i have, pipsqueek,” mingyu smiled at you as you frantically shook your head, “no more jokes? well that’s boring… how about this one? why did the old man-”

continues until someone more qualified to deal with your gross injury gets home

xu minghao

doesn’t lecture you in the same way seungcheol does, but definitely gives you a speech about how you shouldn’t be putting yourself in dangerous situations

rolls his eyes at you when you try and pass the blame onto another member who you claimed to be your ‘partner in crime’ because he knows it was definitely just your own clumsiness

still tries his hardest to help clean up the scratch on your face that you got from who knows what - minghao had zoned out part way through your convoluted story

lets you squeeze his hand if the antiseptic makes your scratch hurt too much

even let’s you pick out a cute bandaid to put over it just because he knows it’ll cheer you up

“if your stylist gets mad at you, don’t come crying to me,” he grumbles as he presses a kind kiss to the bandaid, “it’s your own fault, no one else’s.”

tells you to be careful before you go running off to cause more trouble

boo seungkwan

very much an ‘i told you this would happen’ kind of person, even if he had not ‘told you so’ like he says he did

will roll his eyes when you get brought back to the dorms with a cast on your wrist, but is the first to help you carry your stuff inside

yells at you if you even think about lifting a finger but complains about how you’re making him do everything for you

you always tell him if it’s that much trouble you’ll do it yourself, but he’ll just glare at you and tell you to stop talking nonsense

threatens to tell seungcheol whenever he catches you with your arm out of your sling

would actually go through with it if he thought you were doing any real damage to your arm

“the doctor wouldn’t like you doing that, you know,” he muttered as he watched you stretch out your aching limb, “neither would seungcheol…”

choi hansol

vernon knows that if you go to him with an injury, you have exhausted literally every other option you have

literally clueless about what to do when you walk up to him with a black eye because you ran into a glass door

google is his best friend as he frantically searches how to reduce bruising

has no qualms with sending you to retrieve your own ice pack from the freezer as he does some more googling…

won’t do much to try and cheer you up other than putting on a movie and grabbing snacks for the two of you to share

doesn’t complain about holding your ice pack in place when you fall asleep on his shoulder… after all, it just means more snacks for him

falls asleep himself before the film is over and your ice pack ends up on the floor… so much for trying to reduce the bruising

lee chan

probably his fault you were injured in the first place so he makes you promise that if he helps then you won’t tell any of the older members

you only agree to the deal when he offers to buy you a meal as well as helping you clean and bandage the cuts on your knees from where he tripped you

he honestly tries his hardest to help, partly because he feels bad and partly because he doesn’t want to face anyone’s wrath when they find out he’s the reason you’re injured

tries is the main word, though, as he ends up having to get help from someone else anyway

he chooses the least likely member to get him in trouble and together him and mingyu puzzle over what to do about your knees

you eventually end up guiding them through the process of cleaning them and then wiping them down with antiseptic before bandaging them

“do you think i did a good job?” he asks once the bandages were secured over the grazes. you glared at him. “fine, a good enough job for you to not tell on me…”

[quokkaracha]

heater | kim mingyu

„m’cold,” mingyu nuzzled his head further into your chest, his short hair tickling your neck. you smiled down at your boyfriend, running your sweater paws over his broad back, trying to warm him up a little.

“baby, you’re a human heater, you cannot possibly be cold,” you giggled at his furrowed brows, and a clearly offended expression. he lifted his head, a pout on his lips, and just like that - you knew he’d get sulky.

“you’re literally taking all of my body heat, that’s why i’m cold,” he whined, squeezing your waist teasingly.

“maybe if you didn’t insist on using my boobs as a pillow-,” “oh shut up,” mingyu murmured, placing his head back on your chest, one of his hands staying at your waist, and curling the other under his chin, looking as adorable as ever.

“you know you can wear a hoodie, right? or cover yourself with a blanket,” you said, running your fingers through his short strands. “you stole my hoodies, i can’t wear them.”

even after being together for so long, you’d never stop getting butterflies in your tummy because of your precious puppy of a man. and as much as you loved seeing him on stage, and sharing intimate nights, you loved domestic moments such as this the most.

“i’m wearing one of your hoodies, gyu. you have tons of others,” he huffed at your words, clearly not agreeing with you. “but i want the one you’re wearing.”

you laughed at his silliness, trying to reach for the bottom of the hoodie. “what are you doing?”

“trying to get this off so you can wear it.” “no no no, keep it on baby. i can’t let you get cold.”

you rested your head back on the pillow, your hands finding their way back to his back, and shoulders. “gyu?” “mhm,” he murmured, his voice getting drowsy. “were you really cold?”

after a moment of silence, you felt a gentle peck on your jaw. “no, i just wanted you to hug me tighter.”

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my seventeen and chuu album came today <3

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2:14 AM • KMG

lowercase intended.

cw: somnophilia (consensual), established relationship, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), creampie!! yum!! multiple orgasms, slight overstimulation, nervous gyu, whiny desperate gyu & f!reader.. they both want to please each other so bad :( neck holding? it’s kind of implied that reader is smaller than gyu, his shirt is big on her and falls off her shoulders.. .. pet names such as baby, sweetheart, pretty girl… maybe more.. i don’t know.. i got carried away

word count: 1.7k~

not proof read!!

a/n: hi!! i’m eve~ this is my first time writing smut and i’m using it as a way to get back into writing! im super excited! i haven’t written in like.. 2 years.. so be nice to me.. :[ i hope you enjoy :]

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mingyu couldn’t help himself. while you usually don’t move much in your sleep, especially within his tight grip.. tonight was different.

you wouldn’t stop moving..

at first, it wasn’t that big of a deal, with you occasionally shifting in his arms.. but it started to become an issue when your ass kept pressing into him, stirring up his mind and now painfully hard cock.

small soft whimpers and whines would occasionally sneak past your lips, making it more difficult for his mind to focus on anything other than fucking you in to the mattress..

while mingyu knew you weren’t doing it on purpose.. he could tell you were actually asleep.. the movement of your hips almost seemed too calculated. are you dreaming of him?

as if on cue, he was torn from his thoughts by a broken whine of his name.. “gyu..” it almost sounded painful. desperate. you needed him, he decided. he had to help you.

with shaky hands, mingyu found himself messing with the band of your underwear underneath your his shirt. why was he so nervous?

you had discussed your sexual limits and interests early on in your relationship.. and you’ve woken him up many times to some fantastic morning head.. so why was he so nervous?

mingyu sat there, contemplating for a moment before he whispered a small “fuck it..” under his breath, one of his big hands finding its way into your underwear.

using his middle finger, he pressed it between your folds finding your clit with ease.. groaning quietly into your hair as he can feel how warm and wet you’ve become. you were definitely dreaming about him.

with a skilled digit, mingyu circled your clit. feeling your head fall back into his shoulder, he peered down at you. the moonlight from the window illuminated your face, allowing him to watch the tension in your forehead release and your lips part in satisfaction.

he dipped his finger a little lower, teasing your entrance for just a second.. adding his pointer finger as he pressed them into you. you were always so reactive, so sensitive. your back arching off of his chest slightly.

using the arm that was underneath you, he adjusted himself to pull you back against him. pumping his fingers into you skillfully, curling them every few thrusts.

your breathing became heavy and a little unsteady, body wriggling against his from pleasure. mingyu hums softly, placing wet kisses along the side of your face, lips stopping at your ear to whisper a gentle “s’okay baby.. i’ve got you” as he increased the pace of his fingers.

as the tension in your belly began to build, your eyes fluttered open.. a hand reaching to grip his forearm. “fuck..” you whined, pressing your hips down to meet his movements.

mingyu smiled against your ear.. “there she is..” he muttered, shifting himself even closer to you as he became more brutal with his pace now that you were awake.

your grip on his forearm tightened, mirroring the band of fire stretching in your lower abdomen, signaling your impending climax.

clasping your fingers around his wrist that was setting an unrelenting pace on your dripping core, your mouth drops into an o shape, a high pitched gasp escaping before silence took over for a moment..

the only noise to be heard was mingyu’s quickened breath and your squelching pussy that was gripping his fingers even tighter than you were his wrist.

as you broke the silence with a anguished whine, mingyu wouldn’t let up. he couldn’t. he wanted more. he wanted to make you cum.. again and again.. and again.

“gyu, please.. i need more. i need you.. i need you to feel good.” you begged, turning to the best of your ability to look at him with teary eyes.

really..he felt great. watching you cum because of him was all he need. but he understood. you needed him. you wanted him.

mingyu searched your eyes, slowing down his movements before coming to a complete stop and pulling his fingers out.

despite asking him for more, you couldn’t help but whimper the loss of contact.. your hole clenching around nothing as it was desperate for more. for mingyu.

moving lazily, but skillfully.. mingyu pushes your underwear down, feeling you kick it off of your ankles beneath the blanket before following, pushing his boxers down and kicking them off the edge of the bed.

he quickly grabs your waist, needing to feel the heat of your skin. keeping you on your side, back pressed to his chest.. mingyu grabs your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip. you locked your foot behind his knee in a weak attempt to keep yourself grounded.

leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, mingyu began to drag his tip through your drooling folds. sucking a breath in between his teeth, resulting in a quiet, hiss like noise that went straight to your core.

whining in impatient anticipation, you pushed your hips back against him, gasping when his tip bumped your clit.

mingyu felt hot. he felt like he was burning… that feeling worsening as he felt your warm, sopping cunt engulf him.. taking inch by inch of his painfully hard cock.. like it was made for him. molded for him.

a broken mewl escapes his throat, a hand sprawled against your thigh that was propped over his own. he speaks softly in your ear, voice laced with need.

“there ya go baby..” he exhales.. “shh.. s’okay, you’re taking me so well.. god.. you’re so warm sweetheart..” he practically coos, allowing you to adjust to his size. you’ll never get used to it.

when you started moving your own hips against him, he knew you were ready, hand dragging up your body to rest heavily against your throat.

pressing into you, the arm that was underneath your body adjusts to not only stop it from falling asleep, but to grip and paw at your closest breast.. underneath the fabric of the shirt you were still wearing.

the shirt has fallen off one of your shoulders, it’s bunched up around your waist. it’s pointless for it to be there, but neither of you care to remove it.

the room is filled with heavy, hot breaths and the pornographic sound of skin slapping as he repeatedly makes contact with your ass.

you’re dripping around him.. your thighs, his thighs, covered..so much skin is glistening with your arousal.

it’s loud, the squelching of your heat that is sucking him in so greedily.. your moans, whines and whimpers. his groans, grunts and mirroring whines.

“oh.. my pretty girl.. is that better? does my baby feel better? you needed me so bad” he starts, voice laced with an almost condescending hum “practically begging for me in your sleep”

you moaned out a broken sound that was more of a “ngh” than a reply, eyes fluttering closed as you were unable to keep them open any longer. you felt so good, too good.

gripping the forearm of the hand that laid against your neck, you felt yourself becoming dangerously close.. parting your lips to speak, to warn mingyu.. but nothing was coming out but breathy gasps..

mingyu’s pace is almost inhumane, his mind is clouded with the want and need for both of you to cum. hips snapping into yours as he chases both of your climaxes.

he takes note of your attempts to speak, hand snaking down for his fingers to find and circle your clit, your body reacting strongly to the added pressure. it’s almost too much.

“i know baby.. fuck.. are you gonna cum? hm?” he hums, kissing your exposed shoulder. “gonna cum for me pretty girl? gonna let me fill you up?” his tone is desperate, so desperate.. so whiny and overwhelmed. it’s only adding fuel to the fire that is erupting throughout your entire body.

pace unrelenting but becoming unsteady as he approaches his high, mingyu uses his pointer and middle finger to rub your clit until you’re practically exploding around him. a strangled moan echos in the room with the sinister sound of him fucking you so good as you reach back to grip his hip, back arching against his toned chest.

you see white as you cum, jaw dropping in a silent scream, fingers digging into the skin of his hip/ass. drool trickling down the side of your cheek, mixing with your tears that started to flow. you felt so good. so incredibly good.

mingyu whines, gripping your hip as he continues to pound your tightening, pulsating pussy.. mumbling praises as he closes in on his own high.

his bruising grip gets even tighter on your hip as he presses himself flush against your ass and body, painting your insides with hot, thick ropes of white.

hips stuttering against yours as he whimpers into your neck and shoulder, thrusting a few more times, riding out his high and pushing his cum even deeper into your warm heat.

you’re breath heavily, whining in overstimulation at his last few thrusts, your grip on him not letting up.

mingyu stills, leaving kisses on every inch of exposed skin he can reach. you stay like that for a while, catching your breath.. listening to mingyu’s sweet praises on how you’re so good to him, how pretty you are..

he pulls out with, slowly.. rubbing his length against your folds a few times to spread his cum all over you. chuckling when you whine again when he grazes your sensitive clit, attempting to move away from him.

you end your night with mingyu cleaning you up, giving you water and making you change your now sweat soiled shirt. he holds you, your body engulfed by his arms, head against his chest, your arms wrapped around him as he mumbles something about definitely needing to wash the sheets tomorrow morning before you both drift off into a comfortable sleep..

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instead of you [part twenty-three] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of sex (mdni)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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You listened to the bedroom door shutting and the muffled whispering that followed. You and your best friend traded looks

“Son of a bitch,” Jisung said, smirking. “Didn’t think he’d be bold enough to bring a girl back here with our parents staying in the same apartment.”

“You’re here with me,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, but according to them we’re in a committed long-term relationship. They don’t know I just picked you up off the street.” You shoved him. “Ow!”

“You’re so annoying.”

“You know what I mean, though,” Jisung continued, dropping his voice into a whisper so that he couldn’t be heard through the wall. “I doubt they’ll be thrilled.”

“Who says they have to find out?”

“Oh, you’re right. He’ll probably just fuck her and kick her out.”

You tensed uncomfortably and Jisung turned his head towards you, noticing the way you’d gone stiff next to him.

“What, are you jealous?”

“Wh-what?” you asked, eyes wide in panic.

Did he know? Had he known this whole time and was only acting like nothing was wrong?

“Yeah, are you jealous? That he’s having sex and you aren’t?”

Jesus Christ.

“Oh, I mean I guess.”

Were you jealous? Was it even fair to feel that way if you were? You didn’t necessarily want to be a random one-night stand of Minho’s, but you did want him in that way. It wasn’t worth it to lie to yourself when it was so obvious. It was bad enough lying to your best friend. Still, it wasn’t like you could have him- or that he could have you. It wasn’t fair to be jealous over someone that wasn’t and would never be yours. Even if the attraction was mutual, it wasn’t like you could expect him not to fuck other people since you were fucking his brother.

“Me too,” Jisung agreed with a sigh.

It was easy to forget that weren’t the only one being forced to stay celibate. And even though you were the one who was arguably making the bigger sacrifice, it still had to be hard for him.

“Although, if the sex is that quiet I don’t want it,” he added in a low voice.

You hadn’t even realized it had gone silent on the other side of the wall until he mentioned it. You waited a couple of beats, holding out to see if maybe they had just taken a breather in the middle or something, but you couldn’t even hear them talking anymore.

Jisung had already turned over on his side to go to sleep, but you stayed frozen in place, still waiting to hear anything that indicated what was going on in the room next door, but there was nothing. You knew you shouldn’t even be listening in the first place. It was invasive and inappropriate- sure, Minho had heard you “having sex”, but only because you were loud on purpose, not because he was trying to.

The mere thought of Minho having sex with a stranger was enough to make your stomach turn, and yet there you were torturing yourself and being nosy.

After several long minutes filled with the sounds of Jisung’s soft snores and your own breaths, you rolled over and squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to drift off. You weren’t sure how long it took, but you must’ve fallen asleep eventually because the next time you opened your eyes the bedroom was filled with sunlight.

Neither of you had remembered to shut the blinds or draw the curtains the night before which let the light shine through the window unfiltered, right into your face. You blinked and groaned, blindly reaching for your phone on the nightstand to shut off your alarm.

Everyone had to be up early because you were going to Disneyland- something that had not necessarily been your choice, but more of a suggestion by Jisung’s parents. You were happy to go, though. The only Disney park you’d ever been to was Disney World in Orlando. Your family used to go every couple of years and it was fun enough, so you figured Disney in Shanghai would be fun too… of course, there was the whole ‘Walt Disney was a piece of shit’ and ‘Disney as a corporation is a conglomerate monopoly that sucks the money and creativity and joy out of everything it touches’ issues that you had to look past, but since Minho had performed at one of the parks a couple of years ago, everyone got free tickets was so you might as well go and enjoy it on the company’s dime.

Thankfully, it wasn’t the day that you had to wear the matching shirts with everyone so you wouldn’t look that touristy, but you knew they’d probably make you all wear Mickey ears at the very least.

You got dressed along with Jisung and took turns in the bathroom brushing your teeth.

“Make sure you put sunscreen on,” you reminded him through a mouthful of toothpaste as he walked past the open door.

“You too,” he shot back.

You spit into the sink and rinsed your mouth before responding.

“I already have sunscreen on, dumbass. And you’re the one who needs it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Fuck you.”

“You wish.”

“Good morning to the happy couple,” Felix chimed in, peeking out from the door to his bedroom. “I slept through my alarm, but your bickering woke me up so thank you for that. I would’ve been late to breakfast.”

“We weren’t bickering,” Jisung scoffed. 

Behind his back you gave Felix a look that said we definitely were and he just laughed. Jisung turned to look at you, raising his eyebrow in suspicion. 

“What?”

“Nothing, babe. Let’s go join your parents in the kitchen. I think the food’s here. It smells delicious.”

Dom and Nikki had ordered room service for everyone and it was waiting on the table for you when you walked into the common area together. 

“Good morning,” Nikki greeted you brightly, lifting a cup of coffee to her lips. She gestured to the spread of breakfast foods laid out on the table and encouraged you and the twins to help yourselves. 

You grabbed a plate and filled it with fruit, spooning strawberries and blueberries onto the side so that you could save the middle for bigger things like a bagel or a waffle. Jisung and Felix went for the heartier dishes first, predictably filling their plates with sausage and bacon before moving on to the fruit and carbs. 

Minho was the last to join, stumbling tiredly to the table as he yawned and blinked the sleep from his eyes. 

“Good morning,” Nikki said, just as cheerily as she had been with the other three of you. 

“Morning,” Minho replied quietly. 

“Is your, um... friend joining us for breakfast?” his mother asked. 

Everyone’s attention was suddenly on Minho. You all had stopped what you were doing to look at him expectantly. You’d been about to take a bite of toast, but you didn’t want to miss what he said so now you were just holding the piece of bread inches away from your open mouth.

Minho shot Felix an accusatory look, as if he thought his younger brother had been the one to snitch on him. Felix gave Minho a quick shake of his head and just shrugged, communicating back that he had no idea how they knew. 

“No, she left a couple minutes ago,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. His cheeks were pink with embarrassment and he kept his head down as he took a seat next to Felix.

So she had stayed over.

“Will you be seeing her again?” Nikki pressed, spreading butter onto an English muffin. Dom elbowed his wife pointedly, but she just waved him off. She knew exactly what she was doing, giving her son a hard time. 

“I don’t know,” Minho answered, barely audible. 

“She seemed nice,” Felix supplied helpfully with a grin. “She was a college student studying abroad.”

“How interesting,” their father said unconvincingly as he stirred cream into his coffee. 

“Yeah, she’s American too, like y/n.”

It was your turn to be thrust into the spotlight and you wished you could disappear. There was no reason for the invocation of your name to be suspicious or strange, but you still averted your gaze from everyone and stared at your plate. 

“What a coincidence,” Nikki mused thoughtfully. 

“I didn’t even know you brought someone home,” Jisung lied. You weren’t sure why he was blatantly making shit up, but his reasoning became apparent as he continued. “It was so quiet on our end of the apartment all night.” You reached under the table and squeezed your best friend’s thigh in warning, but he didn’t react and continued to tease his older brother. “Did you guys just have a sleepover or something?”

Minho raised his head and glared at Jisung angrily, offering no response- denial or otherwise. 

“Or are you just not as good as you think you are?”

He didn’t say it explicitly, but the implication was there. Everyone at the table knew he meant good in bed, but for all you knew he could’ve been referring to everything else Minho did too, using the night before as an excuse to call him out in front of everybody. 

Minho clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at Jisung. “You want to go there?”

The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. You didn’t know what your best friend’s problem was, but his apparent unresolved bitterness toward his brother was starting to get on your nerves. Your grip on Jisung’s thigh tightened and you gave him a disapproving look. 

“Quit it, Ji,” you scolded him at the same time his dad said, “That sort of talk isn’t appropriate for family meals”.

Jisung apologized and dropped it, but Minho was still clearly fuming. The rest of breakfast was quiet, with only Felix and Nikki trying to revive the conversation by talking about anything and everything. By the time everyone had finished eating it was time to pack up for the day and head downstairs to call a cab.

Jisung disappeared into your room to get your backpacks leaving you with Felix in the living room. 

“Today’s going to be fun,” he muttered, loud enough for only you to hear. 

“Tell me about it.”

“At least we’re gonna spend it at the ‘happiest place on earth’, right?” he asked, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

“Yup,” you agreed. “Can’t wait.”

-

Disney was much more your speed than Yomiuriland had been. The rides weren’t nearly as tall here, and the ones that looked too daunting for you had cute little child swap areas where they were playing movies to wait in. Of course, the movies were all in Mandarin, but you’d seen most of them enough times to know what was happening anyway. 

Jisung wasn’t as hesitant to leave you by yourself in the child swap, but he still offered to stay behind with you every single time. You had to assure him that you were more than content to hold all the bags and watch Beauty and the Beast with a bunch of toddlers and exhausted parents. And it was true. It was nice to have time to yourself to just do nothing. You were able to scroll through social media without having to look over your shoulder, able to simply exist without feeling like every breath you took was a lie. You were only alone for a few minutes at a time, but it was still nice to have a break. 

The wait times were pretty long, considering that it was the summertime and the height of tourist season, so a lot of the day was spent standing in line. You would wait with the Hans up until the very end of the line and then either get on the ride with them or skirt into the child swap room right next to the loading dock to wait for them. 

“How was it?” you asked, standing when you saw the boys coming through the switch door. You distributed the backpacks back to them, receiving a kiss from Jisung as you handed him his. 

They had just gone on the TRON motorcycle roller coaster, something you had been happy to pass on. You remembered all of the TRON promotions playing on cable when you were younger, but you had never actually seen the movie. Either way, you weren’t interested in the ride because of the high drops. 

“It was really cool,” Jisung replied, pushing his curls out of his eyes. “You would’ve hated it.”

“I bet.”

Minho slung an arm around each of his twin brothers and squeezed them affectionately, laughing when they both groaned. “Are you guys hungry? Should we get lunch?”

“I could eat,” Felix said thoughtfully. 

“Me too,” Jisung agreed, then turned to you. “Babe?”

“Lunch sounds good to me.”

You wandered together until you stumbled upon a restaurant called Wandering Moon and decided to eat there. You weren’t sure what kind of food they served, it was a choice of convenience rather than craving- as most theme park meals were. 

You shared some egg rolls and wok-fried spicy chicken with Jisung. You knew that they had accommodated the spiciness for the tourists here and that it didn’t measure up to the actual Chinese definition of spicy, but it was still hot. You had to drink three cups of lemonade just to tolerate the spice and be able to get it down, while Jisung was completely unbothered.

“How are you not dying?” you choked out between sips, spilling lemonade down your shirt in the process. 

“You forget that I’m a culinary student,” he reminded you, putting a hand on your knee. “This is nothing.”

“What’s the spiciest thing they’ve ever made you eat?” Felix asked with a grin. 

“They’ve made us eat a lot of weird shit,” Jisung mused, “but spiciest... there were some peppers we’ve been given the ‘option’ to try.”

“Why’d you say ‘option’ like that?”

“Because they can’t legally make us eat anything. It gets even dicier when you get up past a certain Scoville level, too. But they usually want us to know what the ingredients we’re cooking with taste like so we know how their flavor will affect the rest of the dish. If that makes sense.” He paused, waiting for his brothers to nod in understanding or acknowledgment before continuing. You already knew all of what he was saying from listening to countless stories he’d prefaced with this exact information so he didn’t even need to look at you to know you were following. “So while we don’t have to eat them, our professors always highly recommend trying at least a little bit of everything, and it’s kind of implied that you’re a pussy if you don’t.” 

“What if you’re a vegetarian?” Minho interjected.

“Then you kind of just have to deal with being looked down on until you graduate. Actually, you’ll probably be looked down on your entire career. Culinary is a toxic field, but we don’t have time to unpack all of that right now. Anyway, we’ve worked on dishes with Ghost Peppers and Trinidad Scorpions, and basically, it just turns into a pissing contest over who can take the most heat without drinking anything.”

“Did you ever win?”

“Absolutely not. Look at me. This girl from Nepal beat us all almost every single time. Nepali food isn’t even known to be that spicy. We’re all just wimps.”

“I remember the ghost pepper day,” you chimed in suddenly. “You came to my dorm in tears.”

Jisung grimaced at the memory as his brothers laughed. “Thank you, my love, for bringing that story up.”

“He laid down in my bed and made me go buy him a gallon of milk from the gas station down the street. By the time I got back, he was convinced I’d have to take him to the emergency room. He turned out to be fine, obviously, but at the time my car was in the shop and I’d never driven his before so we really thought we were going to have to take the campus bus to the ER.”

“Oh my god,” Minho murmured. 

“I know how to drive his car now, though. So if that were to ever happen again and you actually did need to go to the ER, we’d be fine. Theoretically.”

“I’m so relieved,” your best friend deadpanned. 

After lunch you were back out in the park, flip-flopping between whichever attractions had the shortest wait times. You hadn’t seen Jisung’s parents in a few hours. They had told you that they were starting on the opposite end of the park and were going to do some shopping. They claimed to be too old for the rides, saying they weren’t worth the back pain later, and you couldn’t blame them. A two-minute ride on the teacups didn’t really sound like a fair trade for hours of soreness. Even if it was just an excuse to avoid their children, you couldn’t blame them for that either. 

Minho had only been recognized a handful of times so far, but as it got later into the afternoon and the park grew increasingly crowded you noticed that he was getting stopped more and more times. Felix and even Jisung were unfazed by the whole ordeal. You were the only one who seemed to feel out of place when people approached Minho. Sometimes the fans would ask Felix for a picture too, because apparently he had guest-starred in a few of Minho’s vlogs, but usually you and Jisung just stood on the sidelines while this went on. There was only one time Jisung was roped into taking a picture, and it was a group picture with all three of the boys. 

He had told you a few weeks ago that he was involved in a public charity organization with his brothers, and that he was only ever recognized because of it in association with Minho, but it was still weird to see. 

You felt a little possessive over your best friend as you watched him interact with the stranger and her family who had stopped them. You itched to take his hand, pull him away from the conversation and keep him to yourself. You weren’t sure what had come over you. He seemed totally fine. It wasn’t as if he looked uncomfortable or anything. He was perfectly friendly to the girl and even wrapped his arm around her shoulders for the photo, but you couldn’t help but feel the need to rescue him. You were relieved when they exchanged goodbyes.

“That was weird,” you said, slipping your hand into Jisung’s again. 

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “It’s been a while since that happened. I was used to it for a while, back in Seoul.”

“Did anyone ever stop you by yourself?”

“Never just me. Sometimes they’d stop me and Felix if it was just the two of us, which was always kind of funny. Like, to me it makes more sense to take a photo with us if we’re with Minho, or at an event for the nonprofit. I mean, I guess Minho’s kind of more well-known too, so even that makes sense. But me, I haven’t done anything. I don’t work in the industry, I’m just Minho’s brother.”

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as you walked. You were beginning to understand Jisung’s complicated feelings toward his older brother more with every day you spent with them. 

“You’re not just Minho’s brother,” you protested.

“To you.”

“To lots of people! All of our friends at school, your family, your professors...” you trailed off. 

“Yeah, I guess.”

You wanted to reassure him, but you could tell he didn’t want to talk about it anymore so you dropped it. 

The afternoon passed rather quickly. Every time you got off a ride the sun was a little lower in the sky until finally it kissed the horizon and turned the clouds pink. As the evening wound down into night the four of you hovered over a map of the park together trying to decide what your last stops would be. 

You stayed until the park closed, ending the night by meeting up with Jisung’s parents for the fireworks show. They were the best fireworks you’d ever seen, which was to be expected since fireworks were invented in China. Still, you couldn’t keep your gasps of surprise and delight to yourself as you watched them explode into bursts of color in the dark sky. Jisung kept his arms around you the entire time, hugging you from the back and giggling at your reactions to the show in between kisses to the top of your head. 

If you just kept looking up, you could fool yourself into thinking that it was just you and Jisung. You could tune everyone else out, his brothers, his parents... it was just the two of you enjoying each other’s company like you used to. It was peaceful, although a little naive of you- especially considering that it was the last night things would feel relatively normal.  

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HELLO STRANGER. PART SIX.

PAIRING: minho ft. hyunjin x fem!reader GENRE: smut, angst, fluff, soulmate!au. enemies to lovers. jealousy. pining. unrequited love. WORD COUNT: 5.9k

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He was made for the sun, you’ve come to learn. It seeps into his skin and melts right into the core of him. You’re sure it’s why he runs so warm. It’s a guilty pleasure: to watch him here. Your garden is safe and outside of reality and you can forget the cheesecake is off limits. You’ve been coming here with him so often you’re sure you are risking ruining the magic. You’ll find someone trimming the hedges or mowing the grass and it’ll be over. 

Minho readjusts his position in the grass, lifting his hands up underneath his head. You have a perfect vantage point from the swing. He lies in a soft bed of green, the sun shining down on his face—eyes closed, t-shirt rising slightly up his stomach. 

No one said you can’t look at the cheesecake. 

“Why’d you stop?” 

You blink, tearing your eyes from the sliver of skin between his t-shirt and waistband. 

“Huh?”

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the princess treatment chronicles!

pairing. non idol! best friend! song mingi x non idol! fem! reader

synopsis. the five times you accidentally completed the steps that would make mingi swoon also known as the five times you accidentally gave him princess treatment and he kept falling harder for you each time

warnings. mentions of food, getting sick, fire (someone get mingi away from the grill), cursing (wooyoung naur)

genres. romance, fluff, comedy, best friends to something more

ft. non idol! ateez

wc. 3k

a/n. happy birthday to our lovely mingi :( (this was supposed to be posted in two days wtaf 😭 guys pls just ignore and pretend it was posted on his bday 😭 my queue os my biggest enemy now)

MINGI has a list. it's a special list to him, one that speaks volumes about him.

speaks volumes about a step-by-step process on how to make him, song mingi, fall in love with someone.

now, this list is hidden in his notes app, and the physical copy of this is hidden in one of his math notebooks from high school. he is the only person to know about this list, other than his best friend, of course (only because yunho accidentally saw him writing it out instead of doing math homework with him).

yunho calls it 'a step-by-step guide to the princess treatment' but mingi likes to correct his friend, telling him that it's actually called 'the way to song mingi's heart.'

yunho likes to call it otherwise.

but what does that have to do with you? well, for starters, mingi met you through yunho. it was completely accidental. according to yunho, he was never going to introduce them because you're like a little sister to him and you might end up stealing mingi from him by being your lovable self. instead of that happening, you two had instantly clicked and the three of you became a little trio, one that somehow always managed to spend time with each other everyday.

crazy.

how mingi and yunho managed to keep the list a secret from you, they have no idea (and yunho has no idea why mingi doesn’t want you knowing. the three of you tell each other everything to the point that it can be seen as oversharing at times), how they’ve managed to keep this list hidden from you for so long - three years, to be exact.

until now, that is.

STEP ONE TO MAKE SONG MINGI FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU: RUN INTO A PUBLIC PLACE IN A DRAMATIC MANNER WITH SOMETHING OF IMPORTANCE TO MINGI ! (IT SHOWS THAT YOU CARE VERY MUCH ABOUT TO THE POINT OF NOT CARING OF HOW OTHER PEOPLE SEE YOU)

mingi frowns as he looks down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed when he looks up at yunho. “she’s ten minutes late.”

yunho nods, also frowning. “maybe something came up and that’s why she’s running late.”

slumping down in his seat, mingi sighs, grumbling, “yeah, but she would’ve texted us by now if something happened. you know how yn is…”

the bells of the café entrance chimes, signaling the appearance of a customer. mingi, at this point, has given up checking if every new customer that walks into the café is you. he folds his arms on the table, resting his head as he pouts.

“oh yn!”

and then he immediately perks up in his seat, excitedly turning around to face you. yunho gets up, giving you a hug before ushering you into the seat next to mingi’s.

“i’m so sorry,” you wheeze, “i was going to text the group chat but then my phone died.”

yunho tilts his head. “your phone died? you don’t usually use your phone while you have a shift at the restaurant.”

“i don’t,” you say, running a hand through your tousled hair. “but i forgot to charge my phone before i left my place, and then when i went to that doughnut place, the lines were ridiculously long but i was already in line so i decided to suck it up and—"

“woah,” laughs mingi. “slow down.”

“sorry,” you mumble, sighing and taking in a breath before continuing. “i went to the doughnut place that just opened up. i read on a forum that wednesday afternoons are usually the slowest, so i decided i’d stop by before coming over to the cafe to study with you guys. when i got there, there was already a line that was about to start wrapping around the store, so i had to beat this lady next to me that wanted to get in line.”

“a lady,” yunho repeats, chuckling. 

you hum. “yeah. i beat her to it, by the way. anyway, i was checking the time and saw it was already nearing the time we decided on, so i was in the middle of sending a text when my phone died.” you take out your phone from your tote bag along with a box.

it’s then that cogs in mingi’s brain starts working when he eyes the cursive lettering on the box.

“oh, isn’t that the doughnut place mingi’s been wanting to try out?” yunho asks, hands stretching out to grab the box.

you slap his hands, earning a laugh from the taller male as he brings them back to his side. “yes,” you reply, side-eyeing yunho. “meaning this isn’t for you.”

grabbing the box, you sheepishly smile at mingi, handing it over to him. “i know you’ve been trying to find the time to go over and try their doughnuts, but since my workplace is closer… i mean, why not?”

“excuse us for a second,” mingi mumbles, leaving you confused as he grabs yunho’s arm and drags him over to a corner in the cafe. once you’re out your earshot, mingi clears his throat. “what the hell was that?”

“what was what?” whispers yunho, blinking as he watches mingi glance over at you. you’re in the middle of trying to tame down your wild hair.

“she just completed step one.”

yunho gasps, turning mingi around by his shoulders. “no way,” he says. “did you tell her about the list?”

“what? no!” he cries out. “how did she even do it? yunho, i swear if you told her—”

“that’s not my secret to tell!” yunho whisper-shouts. “listen, this was probably a one time thing. there’s no way she even knows about it. plus, maybe she was just feeling a little generous today towards you!”

mingi slowly nods. “yeah,” he mumbles. “yeah, you’re right. let’s head back before yn starts asking questions…”

yunho was not right.

STEP TWO: IN MINGI’S TIME OF NEED, DO WHATEVER YOU CAN IN ORDER TO MAKE HIM FEEL HAPPY (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HIM NO MATTER WHAT TIME IT IS OR WHAT YOU’RE DOING)

mingi grumbles as he kicks his shoes off and drops his things on the floor by the door, closing it and shuffling over to his room as angrily sends a text to the group chat.

it’s already one in the morning. yunho is most likely gaming and you’re most likely already sleeping. regardless, mingi still sends a text and doesn’t bother waiting for an answer as he flops down into his bed face-first.

he barely manages to make out the sound of his phone ringing. he blindly searches for his phone until his hand finally finds it. grunting, he brings it to his face, his eyes squinting at the screen from the brightness in comparison to his dark room.

yn: you still have your spare key in the same place, right?

mingi: i thought you had my spare after last time?

he sees that you’re in the middle of typing, so he waits until you finally send another message.

yn: oh

yn: yeah, you’re right. just found it on my keychain 

mingi: i’m always right

yn: mmmmmm i wouldn’t say that but sure…

mingi: bruh

again, the typing bubble pops up on his screen before it disappears. mingi’s a bit confused, he won’t lie. he thought you would already be sleeping, but you weren’t. he snorts. “she asked me about my spare key instead of what’s wrong…?”

he shakes his head, stuffing it into his pillow. “whatever,” he mumbles.

mingi swears he’d only closed his eyes for a brief moment when the sound of his door unlocking fills the air. he stiffens in his bed before scrambling off, fumbling to find something to protect himself. he unplugs the lamp by his nightstand and grips it tightly, quietly tiptoeing towards his door.

“mingi?”

“yn, what the hell?” mingi groans, stepping out of his room and walking into the living room area of his apartment.

you narrow your eyes in confusion, pointing at the lamp he’s still holding. “why do you have a lamp in your hand?”

“the real question here is why are you here?” he huffs, leaning down to put the lamp on the floor. mingi then crosses his arms over his chest, “and why aren’t you sleeping?”

“i was about to sleep,” you say, walking past mingi and into his room. he follows you, his mouth open in surprise. “but then you texted that you had a shit day, so here i am.” you drop the bag you’re holding onto his bed, turning around. “now why the hell did you have a lamp in your hand?”

mingi clears his throat. “i, uh, thought someone was breaking in…”

you snort, sitting on his bed and patting the space next to the bag. “that’s funny, mings. no one is going to break in if you’re a broke college student.”

huffing, he grumbles as he sits down on his bed, bringing his knees up to his chest. “shut up.”

“mhm,” you hum. “now tell me about why you had a shit day while we eat some of your favorites, yeah?” you stick your hand into the bag and take out one of his favorite snacks, opening the bag and handing it over to him while you shift around to face him.

he thinks his heart started beating a little too fast for his liking.

STEP THREE: WHEN MINGI IS STRUGGLING TO DO SOMETHING, JUST DO IT FOR HIM WITHOUT EVEN ASKING IF HE NEEDS ASSITANCE (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU NOTICE WHEN HE IS STRUGGLING)

you look between yunho and mingi. yunho’s trying so hard not to laugh, but his smile gives him away. he obviously finds mingi struggling to light the grill amusing. 

“c’mon,” you slap yunho’s arm, earning a whine from him. “don’t be a bully.”

“yeah, yunho,” mingi says, looking up for a brief second to glare at him before looking back at the box of matches in his hand. “don’t be a bully.”

you gently take the box away from mingi’s hands, taking out a match and striking it against the box, a flame appearing. you grab the lighter fluid and pour some on the charcoal before 

chucking the match into the grill, a fire immediately coming to life.

mingi gasps and hides behind you, startled. yunho laughs at the sight. “no way you’re hiding behind yn right now,” he says, wiping tears away from his eyes. “she’s literally so short compared to you.”

“shut up, jeong yunho.” you point at him. “or else i’ll change my netflix password.”

yunho gasps. “you wouldn’t dare!”

as you and yunho quarrel, mingi sighs, hiding his face in his hands when he feels the back of his neck grow unbearably hot.

you are doing a number on him.

and he’s a little scared.

because you’re his best friend.

and he can’t believe that his best friend, of all people, would be completing his five-step-guide in making him fall for someone.

he has to talk to yunho soon about this.

STEP FOUR: WHEN MINGI IS HURT, HELP AND CODDLE HIM (THIS IS TO SHOW THAT YOU CARE A LOT ABOUT HIM)

he never got the chance to talk to yunho about this.

after your impromptu bbq day at yunho’s place, mingi ended up getting sick. he didn’t tell anyone, not wanting to bother anyone and burden them with taking care of him. so here he is, laying in his bed, shivering and clutching onto his blankets for dear life.

he hears his front door clicking open, and he groans. “go away!” he croaks, sneezing afterwards. “i have nothing to offer you, you thief!”

you laugh. “seriously? you think i’m some robber again?”

at the sound of your voice, mingi’s heart skips a beat. he clears his throat. “no… what are you doing here? i seriously need to take my spare key away from you…”

“yeah, yeah,” you say, walking into his room and raising an eyebrow when you see the state he’s in. “why didn’t you tell yunho or i about this, mings? we would’ve come running to you.”

he sneezes. “i didn’t want to annoy anyone,” he says, lowering his blankets from his face just to see you.

you click your tongue and walk to the side of the bed, pressing your hand to the back of his forehead. “don’t be silly, mingi. you know we don’t find you annoying… at least i don’t find you annoying,” you mumble, straightening your back and walking out of the room. “i’m going to make you some soup, you weakling! don’t get up!”

mingi lets out a weak laugh, sneezing afterwards. “yes, ma’am…”

“what was that?”

“yes, ma’am!” he yells, his voice cracking. mingi hears you giggle to yourself.

he huffs, pulling his blankets over his head.

when you’re done making the soup, you carry a bowl and some cough medicine into his room and find that he’s asleep. you set the bowl on his nightstand, shaking him awake as gently as possible. “mingi,” you whisper. “mingi, i have the soup. i need you to wake up so that i can feed you.”

“feed me?” he asks, whispering.

you hum, opting to card your hand through his hair that’s been growing out recently. “yeah, i need to feed you.”

“feed… feed me?” mingi screeches, abruptly sitting up. you gasp, almost falling off the bed.

clearing your throat, you reach out to grab the bowl, placing it in your lap and grabbing a spoonful, blowing on it slightly before leaning away. “here…”

mingi stares at you, wide-eyed.

you purse your lips. “mingi, i need you to eat so that you can get better.”

“right!” he says, his voice an octave higher than usual as he moves to eat the soup. when he leans back, mingi sees you smiling at him.

his stomach does some summersaults.

STEP FIVE: TAKE CARE OF MINGI (THIS SHOWS THAT HE IS VERY IMPORTANT TO YOU)

mingi puffs his cheeks out, trying not to laugh as he takes out his keys.

“yunho, i need you to carry the cake… actually, never mind, jongho can you please carry the cake?”

yunho gasps. “yn, do you not believe in me and my capabilities to carry a cake?”

“...no, i don’t.”

“what the—”

hongjoong claps once. “stop fighting!” he says. “mingi’s going to be here any minute now-”

“actually,” pipes up seonghwa. “it says that he just arrived.”

“what the fuck!” wooyoung screams. “guys, hurry the fuck up! he’s coming!”

“wooyoung… stop screaming… you’re giving us away,” yeosang says.

“yeah, what my boyfriend said.” san says.

“san, dude, how many times do i have to tell you that i am not your boyfriend.”

mingi takes in a deep breath before shoving his keys into the lock, the noise going on on the other side immediately stopping. he can hear you all shuffling around until someone whisper-shouts at jongho to go shut the door.

“what the—but i’m carrying the cake?” jongho sounds baffled.

“give me the cake and go stop mingi from coming in! yunho hasn’t finished hanging the stupid banner!” you cry out.

mingi assumes jongho’s laying his weight on top of the door because he can’t push it open.

“did you just call me stupid, yn?”

“no, but i will if you don’t hurry up!”

“guys,” hongjoong sighs, and mingi can bet that he’s rubbing his temples. “i think mingi can hear  you.”

he sure can.

“okay, jongho come back!”

mingi snorts, pushing the door open and flicking the lights on. yunho’s awkwardly holds the end of a birthday banner up while the other end is taped onto the wall. hongjoong and seonghwa both sigh in unison at how badly the surprise is coming along, and wooyoung and san are trying to push each other out of the way so that one of them can stand next to yeosang, who is rolling his eyes and trying to shuffle away from the two. jongho stands to your side, the only one who is actually smiling at him—oh, he’s lying.

you’re smiling at him while holding a birthday cake.

“suprise, mings!” you say.

everyone yells happy birthday to him, and somehow he finds himself getting shoved by wooyoung towards the small table he has by the kitchen. you’re standing next to him, laughing as you put the paper party hat on his head, making sure that the thin string is secured underneath his chin before moving to get the knife.

“let mingi cut the cake!” wooyoung yells.

“he could get himself cut, and the birthday boy shouldn’t have to do it unless he wants to,” you chide, glancing up at mingi through your eyelashes. “do you want to cut it, mings?”

he swallows the lump in his throat, shaking his head afterwards. “no,” he breathes out, licking his lips. “you can do it for me, if that’s okay.”

you grin at him, carefully cutting up the cake. you place the slices on plates, making sure that the biggest slice goes to mingi.

oh no, he thinks.

you’ve officially completed his five-step-guide to his heart.

“um, yn?” mingi leans down to whisper into your ear.

you hum in response.

“can we talk for a sec?”

nodding, you let yourself get dragged by mingi into his room. after closing the door, he looks at you and you notice that his ears are very red.

“are you okay?” you ask, pointing at your ears. “your ears are red.”

mingi whines, covering his face with his hand. “can you turn around real quick?”

“okay…”

mingi peeks through his fingers, sighing in relief when your back is facing him. he clears his throat and wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans. “i, uh… would you like to go out for dinner sometime this week?”

“as a date?” you ask, fighting the urge to turn around to look at him.

in a small voice, mingi replies. “yeah… as a date.”

“i’d like that.”