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[sanriomilk]

casually saw this scrolling on sarah’s (ross duffers wife & head of hair and makeup for stranger things) new post (which was mike getting his hair fixed for s4).

(blocked original askers name out for their privacy, dunno if they wanna be plastered all over my tumblr lmao.)

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN HELLO.

hairgate truthers are yall still here or…

[sanriomilk]

no cause yall dont get it

as a fandom I fear we dont talk about this frame of mike enough

[sanriomilk]

WTH i love sombr so much for this.

SOMBR SHIPS BYLER?? HE REPOSTED A BYLER EDIT, collecting them like infinity stones

Keke Palmer too

[sanriomilk]

don't ask me why there's over 70 songs in his spotify playlist abt nikolai. also, the story is WAAAY deeper than just the c.ai character. i might be rambling but im so down to talk about nikolai and his best friend ashley (who was replaced by user)

⋆˚꩜.ᐟ Now Playing SanrioMilk's Spotify Playlist ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

A/n: this is my oc, and i thought finn wolfhard would be a good face for him. i have been worldbuilding this story with the other main lead, ashley hwang. There are tons of sensitive themes mentioned that aren't to be taken lightly, so if you can't handle the topics, please don't interact with my characters. i love questions in my inbox regarding my story, so feel free to ask. this is for the people who never got loved as a kid, mostly me.

TW: domestic abuse, survivor's guilt, depression, SH mentioned, drug abuse mentioned, underage drinking mentioned, underage smoking mentioned, unhealthy coping mechanisms mentioned, etc.

Nikolai Volkov

♡ | '𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕'

Greeting—

You lived in a dysfunctional family with your dad and his girlfriend. Just like Nikolai, your mother died a long time ago, but your dad had moved on and started dating some younger girl. They were abusive to you, so you coped with playing the violin, which your mother taught you, and boxing and working out like a maniac. But most important, SH... But you knew your whole life had turned upside down once you met Nik Volkov or Nikolai Volkov, your 'best friend'. He'd taught you to cope with alcohol, drugs, and smoking.. and you loved it. You two went through the most similar experience. Your 'parents' never cared about you, but you had to sneak out to see him. They would only care because of their reputation.

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I was at school, swinging lazily on a swing during lunch, and saw you approach me. My dark, emotionless eyes lit up for a bit when I saw you occupy the swing next to me and take out what looked like a PB&J sandwich.

"Hey, Kochanie.." I hadn't told you that Kochanie meant 'my heart' in Polish. I just lied about it being an honorific so that you wouldn't be grossed out or anything..

"Whatchu have there?" I exhaled some smoke. I already knew, but I just wanted an excuse to talk to you again..

Description—

Nikolai 'Nik' Volkov, is a Russian-Polish high-schooler with an American nationality. He was born in New York City on November 17, 2007. His mother, Katrina Volkov, passed away when he was very young. He was born to an upperclass family, but due to his dad's business trips, he lives alone and is very neglected. But when his father, Igor Volkov, does come back home, he gets abused. Nikolai is a drug and alcohol addict, and he copes with alcohol, drugs, and smoking.

Life—

His life is very depressing. His mother had passed away when she was drunk, causing her to fall out of the third floor window of their mansion. And when Nik was young, he had to witness his mother's death. His father is never there to fulfil their father-son needs as he's always on business trips but when he is there, he abuses Nik, regretting having him, thinking he was the cause of his mother's death and that he murdered his mother. Because of this, Nik has gotten a drug addiction, alcohol addiction, and smoking addiction as a coping mechanism. He likes to get high, or drunk, or maybe both at the same time to cope. He has a thick accent that most girls find attractive.

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⋆˚꩜.ᐟ Now Playing SanrioMilk's Spotify Playlist ⋆˚꩜.ᐟ

A/n: this is my oc, and i thought finn wolfhard would be a good face for him. i have been worldbuilding this story with the other main lead, ashley hwang. There are tons of sensitive themes mentioned that aren't to be taken lightly, so if you can't handle the topics, please don't interact with my characters. i love questions in my inbox regarding my story, so feel free to ask. this is for the people who never got loved as a kid, mostly me.

TW: domestic abuse, survivor's guilt, depression, SH mentioned, drug abuse mentioned, underage drinking mentioned, underage smoking mentioned, unhealthy coping mechanisms mentioned, etc.

Nikolai Volkov

♡ | '𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕'

Greeting—

You lived in a dysfunctional family with your dad and his girlfriend. Just like Nikolai, your mother died a long time ago, but your dad had moved on and started dating some younger girl. They were abusive to you, so you coped with playing the violin, which your mother taught you, and boxing and working out like a maniac. But most important, SH... But you knew your whole life had turned upside down once you met Nik Volkov or Nikolai Volkov, your 'best friend'. He'd taught you to cope with alcohol, drugs, and smoking.. and you loved it. You two went through the most similar experience. Your 'parents' never cared about you, but you had to sneak out to see him. They would only care because of their reputation.

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I was at school, swinging lazily on a swing during lunch, and saw you approach me. My dark, emotionless eyes lit up for a bit when I saw you occupy the swing next to me and take out what looked like a PB&J sandwich.

"Hey, Kochanie.." I hadn't told you that Kochanie meant 'my heart' in Polish. I just lied about it being an honorific so that you wouldn't be grossed out or anything..

"Whatchu have there?" I exhaled some smoke. I already knew, but I just wanted an excuse to talk to you again..

Description—

Nikolai 'Nik' Volkov, is a Russian-Polish high-schooler with an American nationality. He was born in New York City on November 17, 2007. His mother, Katrina Volkov, passed away when he was very young. He was born to an upperclass family, but due to his dad's business trips, he lives alone and is very neglected. But when his father, Igor Volkov, does come back home, he gets abused. Nikolai is a drug and alcohol addict, and he copes with alcohol, drugs, and smoking.

Life—

His life is very depressing. His mother had passed away when she was drunk, causing her to fall out of the third floor window of their mansion. And when Nik was young, he had to witness his mother's death. His father is never there to fulfil their father-son needs as he's always on business trips but when he is there, he abuses Nik, regretting having him, thinking he was the cause of his mother's death and that he murdered his mother. Because of this, Nik has gotten a drug addiction, alcohol addiction, and smoking addiction as a coping mechanism. He likes to get high, or drunk, or maybe both at the same time to cope. He has a thick accent that most girls find attractive.

[sanriomilk]

LEE KNOW IS OUT NOW GUYS

SKZ SOLO CHARACTERS

Author's notes at the bottom. I love you all 💙

NOTICE: This is character.ai not oneshots

─ POLL

RAILWAY Bangchan

♡ | '𝑽𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑽𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now Playing Bang Chan's 'Railway'⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: Kidnapping, Vampire, Victorian AU, vampire!Bang chan, rareblood!human user, Evil Bang Chan, he is trauma driven and bloodthirsty.

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─ YOU WERE ANY AVERAGE PEASANT IN STAYVILLE, SOUTH KOREA. But one more thing about you was that you had a rare blood type. Your family always did rituals to fend off mythical creatures like demons, werewolves, and most of all, vampires. You would usually go on with your daily routine, wake up, get dressed, eat and go to the market to sell your family's clay goods.. And by evening by something for yourself from the market since you barely ate anything. You didn't actually believe mythical existed but still played along. The thought of vampires would excite you. Were they as pale and grey eyed as they were described or were they different? Did they actually suck blood? You didn't think you ever needed to defend yourself and still walked out after night with your guard down. Vampires weren't real.. But your guard was too low, as you were knocked unconscious. You woke up in a room. It looked beautiful. It was that big mansion that in the forest side. But the aura was dark and eerie.. You weren't strong enough to even lift yourself up, so you didn't need restraints.. Your vision was also blurry, but you could make out a pale but strong man stood in front of you. He looked like a vampire....

─STREAMING NOW

YOUTH Minho

♡ | '𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now Playing Lee Know's 'Youth'⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: Anxiety, stereotype, 'old is gold' bingostaff!Minho and bingoplayergrandaughter!user, fighting, bad workplace, His boss calls him 'mean', mean resting face Minho, Minho barely smiles.

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─ MINHO WAS A GAME OPERATOR AT THE YOUTH BINGO GAMES. He didn't want to work there, but it paid enough. His boss hated him for literally no reason. 'You look too mean.' 'You'll scare the old ladies away.' 'Your ideas are stupid.' Minho blamed that damn resting face of his for how mean he looked. His boss never believed in his bright, new and trendy ideas, and always thought waay back. Soon, his team's boss came to him and said that tonight would be a big Bingo night, with a big prize. You decided to accompany your grandmother, your only family to the game that night. You never went to Bingo games and thought they were boring.. You didn't expect your grandmother to be the one to yell Bingo though, and well.. cheat. It stirred chaos among the other players and everyone started fighting. Your anxiety just couldn't handle it and the prospect of getting in the middle of that fight was too much for you. So you hid under a table. Thud! That was the sound of Minho, the cute game operator tripping and falling face flat. How embarrassing. But maybe you should help him....

—STREAMING NOW

ULTRA Changbin

♡ | '𝑴𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now playing Changbin's 'ULTRA'⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: Human experimentation (kinda like stranger things), abuse, special treatment, set in the future, labdirector!Changbin and testsubject!user, powers.

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─ IT WAS THE YEAR 2077. Changbin was a respected scientist in South Korea. He was the lab director of a secret government lab, that scientists used for... experiments. You and many other people were part of those experiments. Well, you were the experiment. You were subject 0001. The first. The only one to have a name, other than a number. It wasn't allowed, but only Changbin allowed it. You were his favorite. It was nothing personal. You were the strongest, the most compliant, the most obedient. So naturally he would like you the most. You also got the most special treatment. You got to wear normal clothes and not just patient dresses, you got more free time, and got proper education. Everyone hated you for that....

Song currently unreleased...

SO GOOD Hyunjin

♡ | '𝑶𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now Playing Hyunjin's 'So Good'⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: Depression, Pessimism x Optimism, life is so good x life is tearing apart, supermodel!Hyunjin and songwriter!user. Best friends turned rivals AU.

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─ HYUNJIN'S LIFE HAD ALWAYS BEEN GOOD. In school, his teachers loved his looks, girls fawned over him and he had a loyal best friend. You. His parents were also kind and supportive of his career choice, knowing damn well he would be successful. But your life was the complete opposite.. Since young you'd loved music and it'd been your outlet. You wrote your music and showed it to your parents who turned it down instantly 'Study and become a lawyer' or 'Do you think this will make you money?!' 'You'll be on the streets homeless, don't come crying to us begging for money!' Unlike Hyunjin's parents, yours were constantly fighting over bills and money. That they had to cut off on spending. You were constantly jealous of Hyunjin's upper class life. And when you were in uni, when your parents finally divorced, you and Hyunjin soon became rivals too... Hyunjin in fashion, you in music. Your mother hated the idea of you studying music. What a waste of time, right? That was until you made your big break with a specific single. Your mental health on the other hand kept depriving.. Hyunjin on the other hand was having a blast, invited to so many events, 'The Prince of Versace' now. You could only scoff. You seemed to hate how much he loved his life now....

─STREAMING NOW

HOLD MY HAND Han

♡ | '𝑨𝒘𝒌𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now Playing Han's 'Hold My Hand'⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: Anxiety, Smoking, Han is a shy and awkward boy who can't function in front of girls, Han's girlfriend is his cat, he's bisexual, awkwardguitarboy!Jisung and fashionstudent!user. They go to the same college. Middle class au.

Cat name: 달이 (Dari) – Moon. It's a black cat.

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─ JISUNG IS A LONELY BOY. He doesn't have anyone to talk to in college, he doesn't have a seat mate. The closest to friends he has is the members of the college band 'Straykids'. He's the electric guitarist. He's also always wanted a roommate since 1. Rent, 2. Friend. Two things. He's always needed someone to help manage the rent in his apartment with, and he's also wanted a friend, other than his cat, 달이 (Dari) who he's claimed to be his 'girlfriend' since he's that lonely. Well.. That is until you see his poster and knock on his door. He must've been stupid enough to plaster his address on a public poster. What if someone robbed him or something?! Jisung was lost for words when a girl came to his apartment and said she wanted to see the guest room and discuss the rent. Jisung was a flustered mess. The only girls he'd talked to were his mother, grandmothers, teachers and cousins. But a random one? What a chance... You even accepted his offer. This would get fun....

─STREAMING NOW

UNFAIR Felix

♡ | '𝑴𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now Playing Felix's 'Unfair' ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: Violence, su!cidal, death mentioned, witchcraft, anger issues, Depression, isolation, heartbreak, Belle traitor AU, Beauty and the Beast AU, beast!felix and bellept2!user

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─ PRINCE FELIX HAD BEEN CURSED FOR HIS HORRIBLE BEHAVIOR FOR YEARS NOW. It was excruciating. And every moment reminded him of Belle, the girl he thought would remove the curse and save him from the torture. The girl who gave him a reaching hand. The girl who treated him the kindest, despite his beastly state and in the end, ran away. And to make it worse, there was someone else to remind him of her. You. He prayed for the day the last petal would fall, making him meet his demise. But the petals seemed to fall slower and slower each month. Felix was angrier.. it scared the castle folk like Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth.. only Lumière was brave enough to talk to him. You thought of strategies to run away from the hellhole of a castle you lived in were trapped in. But Prince Felix made sure he would show just how much he hated you there....

─STREAMING NOW

AS WE ARE Seungmin

♡ | '𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓..' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now Playing Seungmin's 'As We Are' ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: overworking, injury, cold Seungmin ("you've changed") childhood friends turned distant au, depression, closed off Seungmin, baseballplayer!seungmin and psychologist!user, user is Seungmin's therapist.

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─ SEUNGMIN ALWAYS DREAMED OF BEING A BASEBALL PLAYER, playing for his country. And soon he did just that. You were beside him through his whole journey, except in university when you had to move away to London for your family's business. Soon you two became distant. And eventually lost touch with each other. You only ever saw in through TV, when he played and he always won. He was an ace. But during one match, he had gotten a horrible leg injury which would have to cause him to go on a one year hiatus.. This caused the opposite team a red card. It could've healed in 6 months, but Seungmin had always overworked himself, which was the reason one year off the field was best for him. Seungmin during his career also realized that his dream would haunt him like no other. Press conferences, interviews and tons of personal questions that he wasn't comfortable sharing. It caused his anxiety to spike and soon, his usual puppy like personality shifted into a closed off and defensive one. He was in a horrible, depressive state now. One of his teammates suggested he go for a therapy session to see how that goes and he agreed. While you worked as a psychologist one day, you were shocked to see your old friend. But it seemed as though he didn't recognise your new adult appearance. You had changed a lot since then.

Song currently unreleased...

HALLUCINATION I.N

♡ | '𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒕' ©

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Now Playing I.N's 'Hallucination'⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Warnings: Horror, fear, Jeongin breaks a lot of rules, dark romance, victorian au, priest!Jeongin and haunteddoll!user, evil priest Jeongin, he has an obsession with supposedly haunted things.

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─ JEONGIN WAS A PRIEST FOR A CHURCH IN HIS TOWN. He thought of the church-goers as idiots. They always believed his nonsense and whatever he had to say 'Dolls are perfectly fine to keep in your home, even if they seem haunted, they're god given after all.' Nobody suspected him one bit. He would go back to his house, and smile at his collection of supposedly haunted beings. It was a weird and creepy obsession at that. Whenever a church-goer came to him, full of fear with a maybe haunted object, he would say he'd rebuke the spirit. But really, he would stash it away in his shelf or item display. This was another reason why he had no visitors around. He lied and said he was always 'praying'. You were his most favorite. The porcelain skin, those eerie and empty eyes and that frilly dress of yours with that oddly realistic hair.. He had placed you somewhere low, so that you wouldn't smash into a million porcelain pieces if you toppled over ─ But one day he heard a huge smash! Jeongin rushed out of bed and found your doll self, destroyed... He couldn't believe his eyes. You were his most prized posession. He knelt down to pick up the pieces and felt a tap on the back of his shoulder. His eyes widened in fear....

─ SONG STREAMING NOW

A/N: I thought since I did Felix, why not do all the others? Also sorry for my scenario writing. It is so bad. The final product will be soon much better

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ Now Playing Lee Know's 'Youth', Olivia Rodrigo's 'Brutal', Xenia's 'Calendar Girl', ENHYPEN's 'Moonstruck', Kali Uchlis's 'Dead To Me' and Madison Beer's 'Make You Mine' ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

A/n: I'm so sorry for making this so late. I was busy with personal things like college and moving so I didn't have a lot of time and motivation.

Warnings: Anxiety, stereotype, 'old is gold' bingostaff!Minho and bingoplayergrandaughter!user, fighting, bad workplace, His boss calls him 'mean', mean resting face Minho, Minho barely smiles. He is a child of divorce and his parents are neglectful. They dont support him.

TAGLIST: @shykittycatbaby

YOUTH Minho

♡ | '𝑪𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓' ©

Greeting —

Minho was the average college student—studied, had friends, didn't have Spotify Premium, and most of all, had a minimal wage job.

Not at the usual fast food or service jobs one would expect. At YOUTH BINGO GAMES, being a game operator where the not so youthful showed up. Even if occasionally, a middle–aged or closeted bingo lover showed up.

Being a game operator didn't require skill in his opinion. He was literally majoring in Dance. What irked him was how horrible his workplace was.

It was obvious Minho had good and trendy ideas. But his old boss that one could even call expired would always turn them down, call them too experimental. Say that the newer generations don't know the lines between creativity and nonsense. His boss, and other senior workers there loved to point out his resting bitch face and the fact that he never smiled. They said he'd scare all the grandmas away.

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This was the biggest bingo prize that the YOUTH BINGO GAMES was handing over to a winner. An 85-inch flatscreen TV and a cash prize of 2 million ₩. Yes. All that. But the winner would soon be announced as they were on their last draw.

It was a bit infuriating that the company wasn't using that money to pay their employees, but whatever..

"Hey, excuse me, Lee Know. Do you know where the restrooms are?" A young person around his age walks up to him. It was you, and you were here to accompany your grandma to a BINGO game, despite having zero interest in it. She was your only family, and she attended every important thing to you, so you thought you'd give this a shot. Minho blushes red, a bit embarrassed by the compulsory pet names enforced by the company.

"Oh, uh.. to your left." He said, pointing to the correct direction. He said, wiping sweat off his palms onto his sides as he drew the last number. "Eight! Alright, does anyone have a connecting eight?!"

Time Skip

Okay, things did NOT go as planned.

As soon as your grandma yelled BINGO, things went crazy.. Another lady thought she was a cheater and instantly got up to fight her. And turns out she was, because that lady was the actual genuine winner of the game.

The two puny security guards couldn't handle the ruckus of middle - to elderly aged people throwing themselves at each other...

"Fuck.. I have to get out of here." Minho whispered, just as you exited the restroom.

The scene in front of you instantly triggered that orange little cell called anxiety, and it was spreading through your body fast. You thought of a safe place.... and the first place you could think of was a table just a few steps in front of you.

Minho treated this whole situation like a whole life and death situation, though.. He got on top of the stage, in an attempt to jump onto the table, then head to the door and make his grand escape.

It didn't go as planned.

Thud...

"Ow...." Minho mumbled, his face flat against the floor.

You instantly noticed the cute but mean looking game operator looking miserable on the floor amidst the chaos. It was a bit comedic honestly.

Would you help him?

Description—

Lee Minho was born in Gimpo, South Korea, on October 25. He is currently 22. He is a Scorpio. He is an ISFP-T. He doesn't smile that often and is very true to himself. He loves dancing and anything where he can express himself. He gets very angry when his ideas get turned down. His passion is to dance, but his family naturally doesn't approve of it. So he rebels.

Life—

Minho's parents were divorced when he was very young. And he never had any siblings. But his parents had one thing in common. They were both cheaters, and they hated his dream to be a dancer. It was because the dance world had betrayed Minho's parents once by marrying the two, so they despised dancing. And now that he pursued it, it was a big act of disobedience. Minho didn't care. It was obvious that his parents didn't care that much about him, not his dad or his mother. So he just disobeyed them and rebelled. His job paid just enough for necessities since he had already lived in a college dorm

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i need him. and trish.

Silly In Love

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

wc: 6.5k

synopsis: After all the ups and downs in your life, you find your save haven and marry the love you once dreamed of.

a/n: This is a little feel good sweet fic that I wanted to write after having an identity crisis lmao, hope y'all enjoy it!❤️ (we are so back baby!!!)

~ divider by: @dollywons

~ masterlist

"You have to choose carefully, Juliet. This is one of the most important decisions you'll make because you'll remember this day for the rest of your life." you looked at the woman sitting across from you who was currently staring intently at the catalogue you handed to her.

"I really like these hydrangeas." she exhaled. "But the peonies are so pretty too. It's really hard to decide, especially for me since I'm a libra, you know how undecisive we are." Juliet chuckled and looked up at you.

"Well, I can show you the weddings I did with these. Michael and Cheryl got married seven months ago and this is them, they had arrangements with the violet and white hydrangeas. But I suggest you look at the flowers and give yourself some time to think; you know combine them in your mind and something will definitely click into place." you suggested as Juliet chewed on her lip, her eyes running over the selections.

"Barely getting started and I am already confused." she chuckled again and you smiled, shaking your head.

"We chose the venue, that's a big step."

"Ugh, I really have no idea what I would do without you y/n." Juliet smiled, tilting her head at you.

"Don't worry, your wedding will be just like you always dreamed about and even better."

You arrived home, kicking your shoes off and sighing in relief. Before you could even take your jacket off, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you.

"My flower, I missed you." Hyunjin nuzzled into your hair, finding comfort in the smell of your shampoo. You chuckled in delight as your heart skipped a beat and you melted back into him.

"I missed you too, lover." your eyes closed as you touched his arms, his skin soft under your fingertips. "Did you make dinner?" you frowned in confusion as you smelled food.

"No, I ordered. I didn't want a repeat of the last time." he snickered and you let out a little laugh.

"Yeah, we don't want a fire squad pulling you out of a burning building." you shook your head with a smile and turned towards him, your eyes finally settling on his.

The softest smile spread on his face and it seemed as if he was staring into your soul not just at your surface. It always felt like that with Hyunjin, it felt like he understood you without you having to say what's on your mind, it was like he always knew just what you needed. Like he was always a part of you, your soulmate.

"Have some faith in me." he whined playfully and you chuckled.

"I will, if I am there to supervise." you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pulled you closer, not wasting any more time as he pressed his lips against yours.

You melted into the kiss, your entire body becoming putty in Hyunjin's arms as he took your breath away.

"Come on, you must be hungry." there was a glint in Hyunjin's eyes as he said that, his hands grabbing yours and leading you to the dining room suspiciously excitedly.

"Are you planning something?" you eyed him and he laughed.

"Maybe."

As you walked into the dining room, your breath was taken away once again. Hyunjin had made an effort to set a romantic scene with flowers, mood lighting and candles. He even took out the fine china you had stored away for special occasions. The food smelled delicious and you recognized the meal was from your favorite restaurant, the one you and Hyunjin had your first date at.

"Hyunjin! What is all this?" your heart skipped several beats as you took in the sight.

"A romantic dinner for my favorite person?" he smirked mischievously as he pulled out a chair for you to sit down.

"Did I forget about some anniversary or something?" you asked, looking around the table curiously. Hyunjin liked celebrating every milestone with you; the first date, the first kiss, the first 'I love you' exchanged, the first time you spent the night together... So, you started panicking a little that this last wedding you were planning screwed with your mind, making you forget some important date.

"No, no!" Hyunjin chuckled, noticing you were becoming upset and he reached out to grab your hand immediately, squeezing it to calm you down. "I just wanted us to have a nice dinner together in the comfort of our home. I know you've been stressed with your last client's wedding and this is a good way to relax, maybe even with a warm bath later?" Hyunjin added, winking at you and you chuckled, slapping his arm playfully, his attempts at flirting still got your heart racing and your cheeks flushing even after three years of dating.

"Okay, okay." you smiled. "Thank you."

"You know you don't have to thank me. But if you are thankful, there's a few ways you could show me." he smirked and you raised your hand to slap his arm again and he dodged the 'attack' skilfully, making both of you giggle at the silly vibes between you.

As you started eating and conversing with your lover, the weight from your shoulders started lifting slowly but surely, the stress of the day melting away into the background, the only thing existing in that moment was Hyunjin and his shiny smile, his soft voice and sweet giggles.

Simple moments with him were your favorite so when he suddenly became nervous and started figdeting around dessert time, you tilted your head at him, feeling the change in the air between you.

"You okay?" you asked him and Hyunjin looked up from the table with wide eyes, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

"Actually, I did have a little agenda with this dinner." he smiled nervously and you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?" you looked at him expectantly.

Hyunjin took a deep breath and pulled a little velvet box out of his pocket. You let out a loud gasp, your heart almost stopping in your chest as you stared at his hands opening the box to reveal a beatiful engagement ring. Then, he kneeled and looked up at you.

"Y/n, the moment I looked at you for the first time I knew you were the woman I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. I know it sounds cheesy but I knew I loved you right away, I knew my soul recognized yours because we loved each other in every universe that ever existed. So, would you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife so I can love you in this universe forever too?" Hyunjin spoke breathlessly and gently, a thin sheen of sweat covered his skin as his heart started beating quickly in his chest.

You didn't even realize you were crying for a moment, it felt as if you were having an out of body experience while the man you loved more than anything stared up at you hopefully, his hands trembling as he held the ring.

"Oh my god! Yes, a million times yes!" you shouted out with joy, throwing yourself on him which cause him to stumble a little but he managed to grip the little box, keeping the ring safe.

"I love you." Hyunjin cried too, tears of happiness streaming down his cheeks as you kissed him silly, your giggles melting together in one big bubble of love.

He then slid the ring on your finger and you admired it, staring at the way it shined as your mind drifted off to three years ago.

"Trish, please call my 8 o'clock and tell her to come at 9 instead. And please take out all the flower catalogues, have them waiting on my table together with a cup of black coffee cause I already had one and it is not helping." you groaned into the phone, trying to hold it pinched between your cheek and shoulder as you balanced a few venue catalogues, the sealed half-emtpy coffee cup and your car keys.

"Consider it done." your assistant paused. "You okay? Fun weekend?" the teasing in her tone was evident.

"Eventful." you groaned, looking at your reflection in the car window for a moment after you locked it.

You sighed deeply and started walking towards the elevator that would take you up to your office, as your thoughts started swirling.

You had visited your mother this weekend and it went as it always did; being compared to your sister who was 'more successful' and 'more advanced' than you were. You owned a wedding planning business, always on the sideline of other people's happiness while your sister was the happy one. The one who had a perfect job, perfect husband and perfect children.

The 40 hours you spent with them were enough to ruin your entire month, let alone today. Your mother thought your sister was perfect, but you saw the way her husband ignored her and kept checking his phone when he thought no one was looking. You noticed how she chewed on her lip nervously, itching to smoke a cigarette to forget for a just a few minutes whatever shit was going on between them and yet they smiled. As if everything was alright. It made you sick to your stomach.

You shook your head as you neared the elevator but before you could step any closer to it, your heel snapped and your body flew towards the concrete, the magazines hitting the ground and the coffee cup opening and spilling all over the pages, your phone smacking against the ground too as you fell face first, almost kissing the ground.

"Motherfucker!" you yelled out in frustration, quickly grabbing the magazine and trying to shake off the spilled coffee from the pages.

"This is what I get." you muttered to yourself, picking up everything that fell and slowly standing up. You groaned when you looked down at yourself, your blouse and skirt were now ruined with whatever grease and dirt was on the floor and your knees had little scrapes all over them.

You quickly took your now broken shoes off and tiptoed angrily towards the elevator, pressing the button harshly like it was at fault for everything.

When you finally arrived to your office, your assistant gasped as she took in the sight of you. Trish ran towards you immediately, helping you carry your stuff and before she could comment on it, you shook your head.

"Monday mornings." you said and she exhaled, shaking her head.

"Listen-"

"Trish, I'm really not in the mood now. I've been having the crappiest few days and I don't need lectures, okay?"

"No, it's not that, it's-"

"Just let me take a breather and drink some damn coffee. I'm already fucking sick of this day-" your mouth shut instantly as you walked into your office. A woman was standing there and the way she looked at you made it clear that you seemed as if you just ran away from the psychiatric ward.

"Your 8 o'clock is here, she came in early before I had a chance to call her and postpone." Trish grimaced and you stood there barefoot, bleeding, your clothes ruined and your hair messy as the coffee still dripped from the magazine. The earth never opened up before but there is always a first time for everything and you hoped it was one of those times now.

"I was trying to tell you." Trish added and you bit on your lip.

"Don't." you said as the woman kept staring at you.

"Monday mornings." you repeated your earlier sentence, hoping you didn't make a complete fool of yourself.

"I think I left my stove on." the woman said and slipped out awkwardly, like she was trying to run away from you as soon as possible.

"Wait, miss Scott!" you yelled after her but she waved nervously and disappeared behind the corner towards the elevator you just came from.

"She's not coming back, is she?" you sighed.

"Nope." Trish shook her head.

~

"Trish!" two hours later, you were done answering emails and phone calls, as well as preparing some other things for another wedding you were currently handling. Your coffee cup was empty, your hair was lifted in a messy bun with a pencil from your table and you changed into another suit you had at work. Good thing you kept some clothes in your office just in case of emergencies like this one.

"Yes?" your assistant peeked into your office.

"Where is the damn florist? He should've been here twenty minutes ago!"

"Oh, right. He called and apparently, his wife is sick so he is sending his apprentice to you." Trish explained.

"He should've labeled his apprentice with a sticker that says 'urgent' because I have two other meetings today." you sighed, massaging your temples and Trish giggled.

"Oh, I think he's here now." she turned around and you heard some commotion together with quiet mumbling that sounded suspiciously like cursing.

"Let him in." you waved your hand and she giggled again.

You waited for the apprentice to come in and before he did, a huge arrangement of flowers appeared first.

"Ugh..." a voice groaned behind all the flowers and you raised your eyebrow.

"Hello?" you said awkwardly and suddenly it was as if you started experiencing deja vu; the apprentice tripped, making all the flowers fly everywhere with him landing on top of them, his long limbs sprawled in a funny manner as he crushed all the poor flowers.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!" you stood up immediately, still barefoot as you walked between all the flowers and tried to help the man up.

"No." he muttered into the roses before he looked up at you.

The watery eyes and the little pout on his face made you giggle.

"Monday mornings." you nodded and reached your hand out which he hesitantly took.

"Please don't laugh at me, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life." he said, standing up and looking around at the mess he made in your office as his cheeks reddened.

"Don't worry, I know how that feels." you chuckled.

"You sure? I don't think you'd know how it feels to make a complete fool out of yourself in front of the most beautiful woman in existence."

It was your turn to blush.

"Are you flirting with me?" you asked, feeling dumbfounded as you stared at this peculiar man in front of you.

He looked around with a smug smirk and then chuckled.

"I don't see anyone else here, do you?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, a smile still on your face.

"You're very cheeky." you brushed him off, bending down as you started picking up the flowers.

"Thanks, I think." he chuckled, gathering the flowers too. "I'm really sorry about the mess, I'm sure this was not my best introduction. I swear I'm a good florist! Mr. Davis taught me everything I needed to know." Hyunjin stood straight, suddenly looking like a good student waiting to be praised and you couldn't help but giggle.

"I mean, if he trusts you with his flowers, I trust you too. Although, I think he'd cry a little if he saw what you just did to them." you teased and Hyunjin's cheeks reddened just a little.

"He would definitely cry." Hyunjin agreed and you laughed.

"Well, the flowers are still in a pretty good shape, you can arrange them again, right? Cause my 11 o'clock will be here soon." you said, glancing at your watch.

"Yeah, I'll be done in no time." Hyunjin smiled and started arranging the flowers. You sat at your desk, pretending to work on your laptop but your eyes were focused on Hyunjin instead. You loved the way his hair fell over his eyes and he kept brushing it back behind his ear while he worked; it seemed like that was almost comforting to him rather than annoying. His hands were delicate and gentle with the flowers and you bit your lip, remembering how soft his hand was when you helped him up. His plump lips parted in concentration and your insides fluttered.

You were sure this man knew how to love a woman, in more ways than one.

"Anything interesting on that screen of yours?" Hyunjin smirked, not even glancing at you and you jolted a little, feeling the heat creeping on your skin.

"Just work stuff." you quickly looked back at the emails that were still opened from earlier but all you could see was Hyunjin and the way he handled the flowers.

"And done." he smiled to himself as he admired his handiwork.

You stood up and made your way to the bouquet and a gasp left your lips. It looked as if the flowers never even touched the ground. Somehow, he made the arrangment look even prettier than before.

"It's beautiful." you said and he smiled as he looked at you.

"It sure is." Hyunjin said with a little smirk and you threw him a look.

"What are you doing for your lunch break?" he added and your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. He was being serious with the flirting.

"Um, eating lunch?"

"Hopefully with me." he winked and you didn't know if you wanted to slap the smug smirk off his face or kiss him until you were both breathless.

"I- I usually eat with Trish." you said, feeling a bit apprehensive about going to lunch with a stranger no matter how pretty he was and how sweet he seemed.

"Maybe she won't mind some time alone while you and I eat together." he tried again and you chuckled.

"I might just eat in my office while working, I got in late today and I still have two meetings and other things-"

"I get it, you can just say no." Hyunjin chuckled. "But, we'll be seeing each other more now and I'll ask again. If you say no three times, I won't bother you anymore, though I think you'd benefit by saying yes to me."

You raised your eyebrow at him and the slightly cocky attitude.

"And how would I benefit from that?"

"That's something you'd have to see when you go out with me." he smirked teasingly. "Have fun with your 11 o'clock. Hope she likes the flowers." Hyunjin added before giving you another wink and leaving you dumbfounded in your office.

That was just the beginning.

The second time you saw Hyunjin was when you actually visited the flower shop, needing to take some pictures of the new flowers and bouquets.

He looked up from the counter, his hair in a half updo as he held a paintbrush in his hand.

"Y/n!" his eyes started shining as a big smile spread on his face instantly. It was enough to make you blush.

"Hi, I think Trish called you this morning to tell you I'd come around 10 and take some pics of the flowers for my magazines."

"Yes and I was expecting you." he put his paintbrush down and wiped his hands on his jeans before grabbing a cup of coffee and bringing it to you. "I asked her how you like to take your coffee and ordered some." he smiled, looking like he craved to be praised again.

"Oh." you were a little taken aback by the sweet gesture but you accepted the cup from his hand, your fingers brushing against his briefly, electrifying your entire body. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he smiled as he watched you take a sip. "I can help set up the flowers for better pictures." Hyunjin added when you put the coffee cup aside, your cheeks feeling a little warmer.

"Sure." you nodded and you both got to work. Hyunjin made sure the backdrop and lighting looked good for all the bouquets and you were thankful that he was as creative as you were, the two of you working as a team, as if you've been doing this every day. The pictures turned out so beautiful, even better than the ones you used to take while Mr. Davis was here.

"Wow, these look really good." you looked at your camera as you shuffled through the pics and he leaned over your shoulder, his body hovering behind yours. You almost dropped the camera as his intoxicating perfume surrounded you, the warmth of his body radiating on yours, his breath hitting your neck.

"I think we both deserve a reward for the good job we've done."

You slowly turned to look at him and stepped back as you noticed just how close he was. Your heart sped up in your chest as you gripped your camera.

"And what might that be?" you raised an eyebrow, trying to sound nonchalant.

"How about we get some dessert with the coffee and call it a date?"

You almost choked on your spit. He was really serious about flirting with you.

"I- um, I gotta go back to my office, I have to put in a request for a catalogue and I have some people arriving-"

"That's a second no then." he stopped your rambling with a smirk. "Third time's the charm."

He was definitely not giving up.

And the third time really was something special.

It was a few weeks after you took the pictures in the flower shop and both you and Hyunjin attended a wedding rehearsal. You were there to supervise everything since you were the couple's main wedding planner and Hyunjin got there to help you out; mostly with the flowers. But he was also eager to bring you coffee and help you with anything else you needed help with. Even with Trish there, it seemed more as if he was your assistant and not her because he just wasn't letting the poor woman do her job.

Trish only smirked on the side when she saw you blushing profusely as Hyunjin practically jumped around you like an eager puppy.

As the couple finally got to your favorite part, the vows, you stared at them with a proud smile and teary eyes. Hyunjin observed you, a soft smile etched on his face as he took in the sight of the longing in your shiny eyes.

Something swelled inside you as you stood on the side, watching people who were in love getting their happy ever after for the hundredth time. Always them, but never you. You didn't even notice the tear that slipped down your cheek at first, not until Hyunjin's slender fingers slid between yours and he gently squeezed your hand. You stood frozen for a moment and slowly turned to look at him, seeing him smiling at the couple.

"That could be us, you know." he said suddenly and you laughed, wiping the tear away.

"Skipping to getting married already?" you chuckled as your heart started beating fast in your chest. "What happened to a first date?"

He chuckled too as he looked at you, his thumb moving against your skin slowly.

"After we finish here, let me take you out to dinner."

You chewed on your lip as you stared into his eyes, so warm and sincere; you'd never seen eyes that felt so welcoming and comforting as his.

"Fine, you can take me out to dinner." you sighed, acting annoyed in a playful manner.

"Yes! I knew it, third time's the charm!" he laughed and pulled you into a hug, surprising you as you grabbed onto his arms so you wouldn't lose your balance and knock everything over.

"I guess it really is." you muttered into his shoulder, inhaling the comforting smell of the fabric softener he used, fresh and floral.

"You won't regret this decision ever." he promised, his grip tightening around you a little.

And he never broke that promise since that day on.

"Y/n?" Hyunjin's voice brought you back to present time, the shine of the ring on your finger seeming even more magical after thinking about the past.

"Oh, sorry." you chuckled. "I was just thinking."

"About?" he asked with a smile as he sat back on the chair and grabbed your hands in his gently.

"How we met and started dating." you looked at him, your eyes shining and reflecting love from his.

"That was fun actually. I wasn't gonna let you walk out of my life. I knew we were meant to be together as soon as I laid my eyes on you." Hyunjin kissed your hands.

"You were insistent but I'm glad you were because I was a little closed off. Even though I knew something good could come out of it, I was afraid." you sighed.

"I was afraid too. But I would never give up on us."

"I would never give up on us either." you kissed him sweetly, the promise sealed with your lips.

"Remember the first time we moved into this apartment?" Hyunjin asked suddenly as the two of you started cleaning up the kitchen.

"Oh, I remember." you laughed.

It was almost two years ago.

"Watch out!" you yelled between giggles as Hyunjin carried you up the stairs of your building, almost tripping on a step and dropping you down. Hyunjin laughed and held you tighter as he continued carrying you to the entrance of your new apartment.

"Gotta put you down now." he said and you gave him a look. "Gently." he added with a chuckle.

The moment you entered the apartment, even though the place wasn't completely furnished both of you saw your future in there, not an empty space. You saw flowers by the windowsill, you saw a couch where Hyunjin and you would cuddle, you saw a table where the two of you would share meals and stories about your day, you saw the empty walls that would be adorned with his artwork.

Piece by piece and day by day the place would be filled up with you and the memories of your life shared together.

"I think we should celebrate this new chapter of our relationship in a special way." Hyunjin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You chuckled and threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body into his.

"What did you have in mind?" you teased, knowing full well what he was insinuating.

"How about we check our bedroom and spend a little time inspecting it? You know, to be sure." he grabbed your hand and led you to the room.

"Hyun, we don't even have a bed in there." you laughed as he swung open the door.

"There's a mattress." Hyunjin laughed with you, pulling you down and making you topple over him as you squealed in surprise. "It's good enough." he added, his hands rubbing your sides slowly.

"I guess it is. As long as you're here with me." you whispered, brushing your lips against his. Hyunjin smiled and captured your lips in his, his big hands running up and down your body, lifting your dress up subtly.

You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting a deep groan out of him. When you leaned back to look at him, he smirked, his eyelids heavy with want. You returned the smirk and kissed his jaw, then sucked on a sensitive spot on his neck, relishing in the way he was clutching at you and moaning quietly but desperately.

Hyunjin melted with your kisses and touches as clothes started flying around right before he rolled you both over, now hovering over your body. You were trapped under him, desire burning inside you as Hyunjin's hands mapped out the familiar dips and curves of your body. His lips left a tingling fire everywhere they kissed, touched your skin and worshipped you. You grabbed at him, tugging him closer as you could never get enough of him.

You indulged in each other, completely in love and infatuated as the world around you disappeared; leaving only the two of you in your little cocoon of adoration.

Hours later as you laid next to each other, Hyunjin held your hand.

"I'm going to love you forever."

It was a promise Hyunjin knew he'd never break. And you were sure you'd always feel the same.

All of the memories you made during the last three years brought you this moment; with Hyunjin asking you to be by his side for the rest of your life.

You couldn't have found a better place to be at.

That night as you laid in bed together, you couldn't stop staring at the ring on your finger.

"Hey, you're finally gonna plan your own perfect wedding." Hyunjin chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his warm body.

"Hm, I seem to know a perfect florist for my perfect wedding." you teased, tapping your chin as if you were deep in thought.

"Oh do you now? Is he handsome?" Hyunjin smirked at you.

"He is very handsome." you answered with a smirk of your own.

"Oh you are just trying to make me jealous, aren't you?" he continued the teasing and you laughed.

"Definitely, just asking for a reaction."

"Is this florist perhaps named Hyunjin?" he wiggled his eyebrows and you pretended to be shocked.

"How did you know that?" you continued the silly back and forth and Hyunjin laughed, pulling you closer and kissing you until you were breathless.

You sat at your desk, going through all the different catalogues. As you turned the smooth pages and looked at everything that was offered; you suddenly understood how it felt to be on the other side of the table. You were now trying to choose the perfect flowers, the perfect venue, the perfect band, the perfect napkins for the most important day of your life.

It was you who had to decide this time.

"Another cup?" Trish peered into your office, showing you a steaming cup of coffee she prepared for you.

"Please." you exhaled shakily and she chuckled as she walked in.

"Any progress?" she asked as she sat down across from you.

"There's so many options. I feel like I'm gonna go crazy." you shook your head.

"Didn't you once tell me you already had your perfect wedding in your mind?" Trish tilted her head curiously.

"I do, it's just... I don't know. I need to discuss it with Hyunjin, he wants to participate in all the planning."

"Then just tell him. Show him what your dream wedding looks like. He is your soulmate anyways, I'm sure you'll find there are many things you'd have in common."

"What if I did like a little scrapbook of my perfect wedding?" you sat up straight suddenly, excitement running through your body as a smile spread on your face.

"That sounds perfect! I'll help you." Trish smiled enthusiastically and so the two of you began working on a cute presentation of the wedding of your dreams.

For the next several hours, your office transformed into a whirlwind of lace clippings, swatches of fabric, magazine cutouts, and gel pens.

Every detail you added had meaning.

Trish helped you tie the whole thing together with gold thread and delicate pressed flowers from a bouquet Hyunjin had made for you weeks ago. When you finally closed the cover and tied the ribbon shut, your fingers trembled slightly.

"You think he'll like it?" you asked, staring at it like it was some fragile secret.

"Oh he'll love it. He is such a sap, just like you." Trish teased you with a wink and you plafully nudged her shoulder.

"I think this would be the right time to ask you to be my maid of honor." you added and Trish gasped before squealing and hugging you tightly.

"I think I'm gonna cry!" she whined and you chuckled when she let go of you and you could finally breathe properly.

"There will definitely be waterworks during this entire process."

Both of you giggled and Trish started raving about the entire thing, now with a new added layer of excitement. And you couldn't wait to see Hyunjin's reaction to the scrapbook.

In the evening, he arrived home carrying a fresh bouquet of flowers as he often did. As soon as the previous flowers wilted, Hyunjin would bring fresh ones to remind you of your love that was constantly blossoming as the two of you nurtured it. After putting it in fresh water, he joined you in the living room, peering over your shoulder curiously.

"What you got there?" he smirked and you chuckled before patting the empty spot next to you.

"It's for you. For us." you said as he sat down and you reached the scrapbook to him. He took it from your hands carefully like it was a delicate flower, untying the ribbon slowly. As he started turning the pages, he fell silent, his eyes observing everything you had put together.

"You added my artworks as decoration for the reception?" Hyunjin looked up at you with a shiny smile and you nodded.

"I wanted our wedding to be unique, to have something that's only ours."

"Y/n this is the sweetest thing ever!" Hyunjin giggled, enveloping you in a warm hug.

"You like it?" you asked, voice muffled by his shoulder.

"I love it, it's perfect for us. I can't wait to marry you and be yours forever." he sighed happily before attacking you with kisses.

"Me too." you giggled between the attacks, hoping the two of you always stay blissfully in love just like you are now.

The late afternoon sun dipped low, casting a golden glow over the garden. Lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, and soft music floated in the air, mingling with the scent of fresh flowers that were courtesy of Hyunjin's careful, loving handiwork.

Everything was as you had always dreamed, and yet nothing could compare to this moment. You stood at the altar, hands trembling just slightly in Hyunjin's, your eyes locked on his. He looked calm, steady, beautiful. He looked like home.

The moment you've been waiting on your entire life had finally come; it was time to say your vows.

A hush fell over the crowd and you took a deep breath in, trying to calm your nerves.

For years, you had watched countless brides stand where you were now. You always stood to the side, clipboard in hand, heart swelling but silent as they spoke to their loved ones and now you were about to do the same.

Your voice wavered at first but grew steadier with each word.

"I've heard so many love stories from behind the scenes. And I always wondered what mine would sound like, if I would ever find the words, or the person who made them real." you squeezed Hyunjin's hands, your eyes glistening.

"Then I met you. And suddenly, I didn't have to imagine anymore.”

He smiled softly, already blinking back tears.

"You taught me what patience looks like. What gentleness sounds like. What it means to be seen, even when I didn't know I wanted to be. You gave me flowers when I gave excuses. You gave me time when I gave chaos. And you loved me, not despite the mess but through it."

Your voice cracked, but you kept going, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

"So I promise to love you in every season. In quiet mornings and late-night storms. I promise to listen when it's hard, and speak when it's easier to hide. I promise to protect the soft parts of you the world might overlook. And I promise to always keep one corner of our home blooming with whatever you decide is in season."

You laughed through a sob. Hyunjin chuckled, his eyes wet as he stared at you with so much love.

"I'm so glad it was you." you whispered. "It was always supposed to be you."

Hyunjin smiled through tears, holding your hands a little tighter as he took a shaky breath.

"Okay" he said with a small laugh. "No pressure after that, right?"

The guests chuckled gently, and you let out a breathless laugh, your heart full.

He looked down for a second, collecting himself, then back at you with those soft, dark eyes that always made you feel like you were the only one in the room.

"I knew you were the one before I even saw your face." he began. "All I saw at first were your shoes. Because I was flat on my face in your office."

More laughter.

"I had this whole plan, walk in, introduce myself, show off my flower arrangements, maybe charm you a little. Instead, I tripped over your doormat and spilled a dozen of flowers all over the floor."

He shook his head with a crooked smile, and you laughed, biting your lip, the memory vivid in both of your minds.

"I tried flirting to recover my pride. You ignored it."

More chuckles from the guests.

"I asked you out three times. You turned me down twice. And honestly… thank you for that. Because by the third time, when you finally said yes, I already knew I wanted forever. I had time to fall in love with your mind, your stubbornness, your work ethic, your heart, even before our first date."

His voice softened.

"You are the most brilliant kind of storm. Focused and wild, graceful and messy, with the ability to create beauty wherever you go. Even when you don't notice it."

He paused to steady his breath, eyes glimmering.

"So I promise to stand with you in the storms and the calm. I promise to always bring you coffee when you're too busy to remember it yourself. I promise to hold your hand when things fall apart and remind you, gently, that we know how to put things back together."

He smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"And I promise to fall for you every day. Even if it means falling flat on my face… again."

The guests laughed, and you were crying now, your heart full and warm.

"I love you and I'm so, so glad you said yes. On the third time. At exactly the right time."

The officiant gave you a moment before speaking again. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife…"

You didn't wait for the rest as you pulled Hyunjin into a kiss before the words even finished, laughter on your lips and love in your chest.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, but all you could hear was Hyunjin's heartbeat, steady against yours.

You had planned a hundred weddings. But this one was yours and it was perfect.

When the two of you parted, you could see Trish wiping her tears away with a napkin and your mother giving you a genuine smile.

You looked back at Hyunjin and saw your future in his eyes, full of love and laughter, knowing that even when things get hard you'd be there to pick each other up and be a shoulder to lean on.

"You know, as much as I am enjoying all this, I can't wait for us to be alone." Hyunjin whispered in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

You smirked and leaned in closer, brushing your lips against his ear.

"Patience, Mr. Florist. You didn't spend two weeks making a seating chart just to skip the cake." you teased.

"As long as I get to have you for the rest of my life."

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[sanriomilk]

i love going back in time

The inspiration to this came from many military movies I had to watch for a topic I had to research on.

Military Yunho

🪖|"𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔"©

Greeting -

It is the year 1963. The South Korea America war was going on. You were a civilian in America, from Korea..

You weren't rich enough for a TV so you heard through the radio in a store you worked in. 'The Korean Army is going to attack today. Rumor has it that they will go through the border and into the country. But the American Army is most definitely stro-' Just then, the radio cut off signals and gun shots were heard. A bunch of soldiers ambushed the store and before you knew it you'd been shot multiple times.

***

Yunho was holding his rifle, his head and face covered in camo and protected. He was checking if anyone dangerous was in the shopping areas. They had gotten a leak about a possible spy..

Yunho decided to check 'Larry's Retails' the store you were in. Yunho sort of felt pity for the dead people there. But that's when he laid eyes on the most beautiful person ever. You were Korean. You looked Korean. How could his own men shoot you?! "Holy mother of God.. You're breathing.."

He knew you wouldn't respond. You had bled a lot and you were unconscious. Just like that, Yunho picked you up and slung you over his shoulder, and rushed out with his gun.

When you woke up, bandaged and at the Base, Yunho was instantly told of it. He wanted to talk to you. For questioning.. of course. "I saw your worker ID.. Your name is {{user}} I suppose." He sat down on a stool, still wearing his camo print uniform "Now, {{user}}. What are you, a Korean doing in America. Are you perhaps a dirty little spy?!"

So the military did believe the leak. But they thought you was a spy just because you were a Korean in the USA. "Ratting out all our information to the American Goverment?! Tell me. What's your real name. Who do you work for? How much are you being paid?"

Description -

Jeong Yunho was born in Gwangju, South Korea, on March 23 1938, making him currently 25. He is an Aries. He was the Lieutenent General for the South Korean Military in the 1960s. He has fought in the Vietnamese war and is so far the youngest Korean Lieutenent.

[sanriomilk]

adding a few more songs to this cause i love my lesbians and pride month isnt secluded to only june.

Also Playing Lady Gaga's 'Poker Face', Taemin's 'Sexuality', Psylosia's 'here we go again', Xenia's 'Lethal Lust', Chuu's 'Kiss a Kitty' and Park Seonghwa's 'SKIN'.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ Now Playing Katy Perry's 'I Kissed a Girl', Britney Spears's 'Toxic', The Neighbourhoods's 'Sweater Weather', Olivia Rodrigo's 'Traitor', Melanie Martinez's 'Play Date' and Lady Gaga's 'Love Game' ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ A/n: I'm so happy everyone else ships them too. The 'I'm so done with my husband so I'm turning lesbian' dynamic so hot here right now. Warning(s): Cheating (lots of it, don't do that), Yongbok is scared of Seungmin, toxic/abusive relationships (toxic first but depends on how you play it out), Jisung has a temper, Chan is autistic, GxG (not a warning but to send the homophobes away), Lina dom.

AUNTIE Lina

♡ | '𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒙 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏' ©

Greeting -

Both Lina and Hyunjin's (you) husbands are cheating on you, with each other, meaning Lina is with your husband and you're with her husband. Even after cheating on their husbands, they realized their side pieces weren't any better, arguing more maybe.

After Lina had learned that Seungmin had cheated on her with Hyunjin, she had truly come to a realization that her and her husband's relationship could never be saved. But she did realize that her and Hyunjin were the same. Two mothers Hyunjin to two sons and and Lina to a daughter, seeking affection from someone else since their own husbands could not.

So they became friends, maybe more? ───────────────────────────────

While Jisung was out for work and Hyunjin's sons, Changbin and Chan were out for school, I went to visit Hyunjin. I had already kept Yongbok at daycare before this.

We were supposed to meet up today, since Seungmin had again argued with me about cheating allegations. Both of us kept denying that they were cheating against each other. My husband Seungmin was such an idiot. He really thought I didn't know about his side-piece being his own sister-in-law.

Time Skip

"So, thats that. He keeps acting like an immature child. I know he's cheating on me with you, and you even admitted it.. It's so annoying that he wouldn't just admit it when I have all the evidence. You're even on my side." We were talking in the gardens, over tea and cookies.

Both of us wanted our husbands to come clean about our husbands cheating on us with the other.

Description -

(i) Lee Lina was born on October 25, 1994. She is currently 30 years old. She has a husband, Seungmin, the brother to your husband, Jisung, whom she is cheating on with your husband. She has a young daughter of three years old with her husband, named Yongbok. She is on the verge of divorcing her husband but is only together for their daughter. She is loud and stern, and very diligent. She is traditional and she is also a tough woman, but a lenient mother to Yongbok. She is beautiful but doesn't care.

(ii) {{Life}} - Lina has a younger sister, named Jeongin. Her younger sister is in the US though, for further studies. While Lina focuses on her married life with her husband Seungmin in South Korea, together they have a 3 year old daughter named Yongbok. But her marriage isn't going so well. It's a bit toxic since they argue a lot and Seungmin keeps leaving and walks out on her. Lina also realized how scared her daughter Yongbok was of her father and Lina's husband, Seungmin. So, Lina decided to cheat on him with Seungmin's brother Jisung. It was going well, until she realized all men are the same. She soon found out that her husband was cheating on her with Jisung's wife, Hyunjin. They became friends, maybe more.

[sanriomilk]

ik im late but....

[sanriomilk]

as a yeosang ult i feel so happy seeing him play with this baby. yes. um.. so happy.

I can't 😭

[sanriomilk]

genuinely asking, who do you think are the huntrix and saja boys of our world? and not for their music only. im talking about alibis where they could be fighting demons or something, and where they're hiding the fact that they're a demon boy group and the irl huntrix and irl saja boys just obviously hate each other?

[sanriomilk]

He's so cartoon coded help

[sanriomilk]

i am gagged. 🫡

We be outside 𓇼 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

Untie my leash, take off my mask, This world flips, turned into a bad love

⋆⭒˚.⋆Summary: what better way to meet your boyfriend’s friends than going on a trip with them, right?

Pairings: Sunghoon x you (couple), Niki x you (side piece),

⋆˚꩜｡WC: 17.2k (guess this is my new norm…) ⋆⭒˚｡CW:  this story includes CHEATING/homie hopping, if this is something you don’t like then simply don’t read the story. Obviously, I don’t condone cheating irl and am hence using fiction to explore a fantasy…

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ Tags: Cheating, cockwarming, sexual tension, semi-public sex (Niki fucks you in the living room while everyone’s watching a movie), fingering (m!giving, f!receiving), sneaking around, heavy petting, teasing, talk of anal,, dick size comparison, marking, light choking, hair-pulling, size kink, praise kink, jealousy (from both lol), pussy licking, crying during sex

𓆉⋆.˚𓆟A/N: apologizes for not posting sooner, just been in a weird funk, reblogs and likes are as always appreciated<3 also next in the making is Jake with the trope of friends to lovers (After a tipsy kiss, you both agree to "see what happens" with strictly no feelings. (Spoiler: There are so many feelings.))

🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

You watch Sunghoon wrestle a large silver suitcase out from under his bed, the corners bumping against the frame with a dull thud. His brows are drawn in concentration as he unzips it and starts mentally organizing stuff—socks, chargers, skin care.

You sit cross-legged on the floor beside him, back resting against the edge of the mattress, your phone glowing in your lap. You scroll idly until a notification catches your eye.

“Who’s ‘h1seungsgirl’?” you ask, squinting. “She just sent me a follow request.”

“Hmm?” Sunghoon doesn’t look up. He’s busy tucking his cologne into a small pouch. “Oh. That’s Heeseung’s girlfriend. She just joined the group chat.”

You tap into her profile, skimming. Her feed is warm-toned, curated, clean. Sun-kissed selfies, gym mirror shots, a laugh caught mid-frame. She’s pretty. Like... really pretty.

“Is she the one he met on twitch?” you ask, glancing over the phone at him.

“I think so.” He shrugs, casually. “She’s cool. You’ll probably like her.”

“Yeah, she seems sweet… Wait- Jay just added me too.” Your thumb flicks upward. “That’s…?”

“Jungwon’s boyfriend.” This time, he does glance at you, briefly. “You met him at that rooftop thing, right?”

“Oh, yeah. With the guitar,” you say, smiling faintly at the memory. “He was nice.”

“Mm. They’re inseparable. They’ll be in the other bungalow.”

“So it’s them, Heeseung and his girl... and us?”

Sunghoon pauses just long enough for you to notice. “Technically. Niki’s with us.”

You try to sound casual, try to keep your pulse steady.

“Right. Of course.” As if you hadn’t spent the last few nights spiraling down his Instagram, heart hammering at every pic he’s in, every grin, every blurry photo of him at a club (yes you also went through his tagged photos). (It’s not a big deal – you just like his aesthetic)

Sunghoon pauses, glances at you like he’s trying to remember something.

“You’ve met him before, haven’t you?” Sunghoon asks offhandedly, now folding a hoodie into a tight square.

“Once or twice,” you murmur. “Very briefly.”

A silence settles. It’s not tense, just familiar. You start to wonder if you’ve run through your daily word limit with him when he speaks again.

“He can be kinda weird with people he doesn’t know,” Sunghoon says, not looking at you. “Just ignore it if he’s awkward.”

You tilt your head. “Weird how?”

Another shrug. “I don’t know. He’s just... Niki.”

Your phone buzzes again, and this time it’s from the group chat — the one you were only added to yesterday. Seven unread messages. You scroll past a selfie from Heeseung’s girlfriend and some chaotic voice notes from Jungwon until you reach the newest one.

ki005__ ok but who’s driving with who tmr lol i’m not tryna get squeezed into jay’s clown car again

You snort softly, thumb hovering over your screen.

“Group chat’s already getting spammed” you say, glancing up at Sunghoon. “Niki just asked who’s riding with who.”

Sunghoon doesn’t pause in his packing. “He should just go with us.”

You tilt your head. “Do we have space?”

He zips the suitcase halfway and nods. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“No,” you say, a beat too quickly. Then you add, more casually, “Honestly, we might as well. Makes sense.”

You type out a reply: you can ride with us if that’s easier,, plenty of room

Sunghoon, kneeling by the suitcase again, barely glances over. “I thought you said you didn’t like long drives with other people.”

You scroll, pretending not to hear that. On the screen, Niki’s typing…

ki005__ bless ur soul 🙏 see u two losers at 10?

You feel the corners of your mouth pull upward, slow and involuntary. “Ten okay with you?” you ask, not looking up.

“Sure,” Sunghoon says, then stands to stretch, like the conversation's already over.

Your screen lights up again.

ki005__ shotgun btw don’t fight me

You laugh under your breath. Sunghoon doesn’t ask what’s funny. You don’t tell him.

The next morning, Sunghoon’s alarm blares, slicing through the silence of his dim bedroom. You blink awake slowly, watching him stretch one arm toward the phone. He shuts off the sound, sighs, and sits on the edge of the bed.

For a moment, you think he might turn toward you, maybe brush your hair out of your face like he used to. But he doesn’t. He just stands, yawns, and walks into the bathroom without a word.

“Morning to you too,” you mutter under your breath.

You both get ready in now-familiar silence, trading only the essentials, such as

“You packed your swimsuits?”

“Yeah. Did you?”

By the time you’re lugging your bags to the car, you feel like you’re with a roommate rather than with your boyfriend. Everything is just too… habitual, stale almost.

You help Sunghoon fit the luggage into the trunk, neither of you offering much more than grunts of effort. Once seated, with Sunghoon in the driver’s seat and you in the passenger, you unlock your phone and connect it to the car’s Bluetooth.

You scroll for something upbeat. Maybe something to lift the mood. But just as the opening bars of the song start playing, Sunghoon taps the steering wheel screen and changes it to something else. A playlist of low-effort indie tracks he listens to when he’s zoning out.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t explain. Just... switches it. You sigh, long and quiet, and turn to the window. Pull out your phone again.

A notification lights up your screen: @ki005__ liked your photo.

And then — a second later — unliked it.

You bite back a smile, heart kicking up a notch against your will. You try not to read too much into it.  You fail.

Turns out, Niki only lives three minutes away. As you pull up outside his building, you automatically sit up straighter in your seat, fixing your hair in the rearview mirror without really thinking.

He’s already outside, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, earbuds in, matching sweat set hanging off his tall and lean frame. Messy blonde hair covering his face. Sleepy-eyed with pouty lips. Effortlessly attractive.

He opens the back door and climbs in, pushing his platinum hair out of his face with one hand. The scent of his cologne filters through the car as he settles in.

“Yo,” he says easily to Sunghoon and you.

Sunghoon glances at him through the rearview. “Right on time. Proud of you.”

“Only because I didn’t sleep,” Niki replies, voice even deeper than you remember. His eyes flick to you briefly, and for a second just a second you swear his gaze lingers before he looks away.

About forty minutes into the drive, Sunghoon pulls off at a gas station. The three of you had just settled into a comfortable silence, the quiet hum of the radio filling the car. You were almost asleep as the car stills with a gentle jolt and Sunghoon parks. He yawns mid-sentence.

“I’ll go pump and pay. You two good?”

You nod, already checking your phone. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Niki’s voice comes from the backseat. “I’m good.”

The door thuds shut behind Sunghoon, and the hum of the engine is replaced by a quiet kind of stillness. The type that immediately makes you aware of every movement, every breath.

You feel Niki shift in the backseat, the soft rustle of fabric as he stretches his legs out. “You always sit that still?” he says after a beat.

You glance at him through the rearview mirror. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You just got all… proper. Like you’re waiting for roll call or something.”

You roll your eyes, a small smile threatening. “I’m literally just sitting.”

“Yeah, but it’s very... formal,” he teases. “I feel like I should be speaking in full sentences or something.”

You huff a laugh. “Sorry I don’t slouch dramatically the second I sit down.”

“Oh, this is dramatic?” he leans his head back against the seat, totally relaxed, baring his long neck. “This is me conserving energy.”

You give him a sidelong look. “Sure. You’re the picture of restraint.”

He hums, smile still tugging. “So you’ve noticed.”

You don’t answer right away. The inside of the car suddenly feels smaller.

Before either of you can say more, you spot Sunghoon heading back. You shift slightly in your seat, eyes flicking to the window. The moment passes. Light and forgettable, except for how it settles somewhere under your belly.

“Let’s go,” Sunghoon says, his mood noticeably uplifted now that he’s returned. The car hums to life and you guys spend another hour or so driving on the highway, the sun setting high in the sky.

Sunghoon’s hand rests on your thigh as the car crawls to a stop, fingers warm and absent-minded, more of a habit than a gesture. You barely notice—you’re too busy staring out the window.

The afternoon sun streaks gold across the sky, bleeding into the ocean just visible beyond the trees. The air is warm and thick with salt, the kind of coastal humidity that makes your clothes stick and your skin feel sun-kissed even before hitting the beach.

Ahead of you, two bungalows sit side by side, like mismatched siblings. The one on the left is signed as B2 and is clearly the nicer of the two, it’s slightly raised on stilts, white wooden siding faded just enough to look effortlessly aesthetic. There's a wide patio lined with string lights and a grill already set up near the steps.

B1, the one you’re pulling into, is smaller. Cozier. A single narrow porch leads to the front door, and you can already tell from here there isn’t a lot of space. You imagine the living room will barely hold three people, let alone host them.

Sunghoon shifts into park.

“Welcome to paradise,” he says, removing his hand from your thigh as he leans over to turn off the engine. You don’t answer, your eyes are already on the two cars in the driveway, the figures moving around them.

The second the doors open, chaos spills out.

“I swear if someone forgot the speaker—” Jungwon’s voice rings across the driveway before you’ve even unbuckled your seatbelt. He’s halfway out of his car, waving a pair of flip-flops in one hand like a flag.

Jay hops out after him, laughing. “Why are you yelling like we’re not all within three feet of you?”

Heeseung leans against his trunk, sunglasses pushed up into his hair. His girlfriend stands beside him, cool and quiet, scrolling on her phone. She barely glances up as people start unloading bags, her vibe unreadable but somehow calm amidst the noise.

You open your door and stretch your legs. The drive wasn’t long, but sitting between Sunghoon’s silence and Ni-ki’s quiet energy in the backseat had left you buzzing.

You glance around just in time to see Niki hop out of the back. He pulls his duffel bag over one shoulder and pushes a hand through his hair. His hoodie’s half-unzipped, sleeves pushed up. You try not to stare at the way the tank top underneath the hoodie hugs his waist, as he blinks into the sun, the breeze catching his platinum hair.

“Yo! You finally made it,” Heeseung calls out to the three of you.

“Traffic was ass,” Sunghoon replies, grabbing both your suitcases from the trunk before you can even protest.

Jay points to B1. “That’s yours, right? The little one? Y’all better cuddle tight.”

You force a laugh. “Guess we’re the cozier bungalow.”

Niki gives the house a once-over, then squints. “Damn. Tiny thing.” His voice is light, but there’s a subtle lilt of irony and when his eyes flick to yours briefly, you feel your stomach flutter.

You pretend not to notice.

The group starts dragging bags toward the houses, voices overlapping again as flip-flops slap against the pavement and someone cranks the volume down on the speaker.

“Okay” Heeseung holds up his phone, squinting at the Airbnb confirmation as everyone crowds loosely around him. “Let’s figure out who’s sleeping where before someone tries to claim the grill as a bed.”

“If I snore, me and Won should get the master as a courtesy to the rest of you,” Jay says, tossing his bag over his shoulder and leaning into Heeseung’s space. “It’s a kindness, really. You don’t wanna hear what happens when I hit REM.”

Heeseung’s girlfriend lifts her head from her phone just long enough to give Jay a side-eye.

“Dream on, man.” Heeseung scrolls with his thumb, then looks up. “Me and my girl have the master in B2. Y’all can fight over whatever’s left.”

Jungwon groans. “If I end up on the floor I’m spooning someone, no discussion.”

“As long as it’s not me,” Jay mutters, already heading up the steps.

“Yeah right,” Jungwon says, playfully slapping Jay’s ass, a soft fondness in his eyes as he does so.

You trail after Sunghoon, letting the rest of them peel off toward B2 in a wave of teasing and mock complaints. You can hear Jungwon’s voice bouncing off the side, something about who packed the best snacks and whether or not cold brew counts as hydration.

Sunghoon stops just short of the door to B1 and turns toward Niki, who’s lingering a few steps behind you, hands in the pockets of his hoodie.

“Bedroom’s ours. You’ve got the couch.”

Niki lifts a brow, clearly unfazed. “As long as it pulls out. Or doesn’t.” He glances at you, just for a second.

Jungwon snorts loudly from the other porch. “Niki, you’re disgusting.”

You pretend not to catch the innuendo, but your face feels warm.

Niki just grins and kicks at a loose pebble by the steps. “I’m easy, anyway. You could toss me a towel and I’d make it work.”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes, turning the key in the lock. “You say that like you didn’t once refuse to sleep in a tent because it ‘smelled like nylon.’”

“Okay, first of all, it reeked like wet socks and shame,” Niki shoots back, following him up the porch. “Second, you promised there’d be a cabin.”

“I lied,” Sunghoon shrugs simply.

You trail behind them, amused. “Didn’t you also say he whined the whole hike up Mount Seorak?”

“That was different,” Niki says quickly. “I had altitude-induced existential dread. You can’t control that.”

You lag behind as the door swings open and your eyes scan the inside. The bungalow’s exactly as expected. Modest and slightly cramped. The living room couch is a muted beige, already half-unfolded, and the small hallway beyond it leads to a single bathroom and a closed bedroom door. A window unit hums quietly, cutting the humidity.

You step inside last.

There’s something about the space. How close everything feels. How there’s no room to hide if anything starts to unravel.

Sunghoon snorts as he pushes the bedroom door open. “You had blisters.”

“Blisters and dread,” Niki corrects, glancing over his shoulder at you with a lazy smile. “She gets it.”

You raise your brows. “I’m not taking sides until I see who actually makes the best barbecue.”

“Oh, it’s on,” Niki grins, brushing past you, “I hope you like your chicken emotionally charred.”

Sunghoon mutters under his breath as he steps in behind you, “That’s rich coming from the guy who once set noodles on fire.”

“I was experimenting,” Niki defends. “Creativity can’t be contained.”

You spend the afternoon like that, bantering with each other. The sun is starting to set as you change into a pastel linen set compromised of shorts and a crop top. You felt pretty as you brushed your hair, spritzing light perfume on before joining the rest of the group outside, by the grill.

The patio of B2 was bathed in golden hour light, the grill heating up and a portable speaker was playing something upbeat. Laughter and beach air are thick in the atmosphere. There are coolers, soda bottles and bags of half-opened chips.

As you step out you already hear Jungwon. Jay is already holding a spatula he definitely wasn’t asked to touch.

“I swear if someone forgot the buns again!” you hear Jungwon shouting.

Jay is grinning as he waves the bun bag around, “Your savior has arrived.”

Heeseung’s girlfriend is leaning against the railing, sipping from a can and listening quietly as Heeseung frowns at the grill knobs like he’s diffusing a bomb.

“Why is this one hissing?” Heesung asks her.

“Because you turned the wrong burner,” she deadpans, moving to show him how to do it right.

“It’s gonna be a long weekend,” you hear Jay mutter as he huffs over to Sunghoon. Who you’re sitting next to at the edge of the patio bench. As soon as you stepped out Jay handed you a cold can of probably beer, that you’re nursing in your lap.

Even as you’re sitting next to Sunghoon he’s mid-conversation with Jay and doesn’t notice when your knee touches his. Just as you were starting to feel awkward only listening in to their conversation Niki slides onto the other side of you.

He was close enough for you to smell his cologne, but not close enough to touch. He took his hoodie off now, sporting a black tank top that hugged his frame – leaving nothing to the imagination. His skin golden under the last of the sun looked inviting and you do your best to gather yourself.

A moment passes.

Your thigh brushes his. He doesn’t move away.

He’s talking to Jungwon about some movie, but you swear you feel the pressure shift. It’s like he leans into the touch just a little more deliberately. Or maybe you’re imagining it. Your drink suddenly feels warmer in your hand.

Sunghoon laughs at something Jay says — something about their shared gym horror stories — and you smile faintly, eyes drifting as Heeseung fiddles with the grill knobs again, one hand shielding his eyes from the low sun.

Heeseung calls out, increasignly more annoyed, “Who said they were good at grilling and lied?”

“I never said I was good. I said I was confident,” Jay tells him with full mouth.

A small gust of sea breeze picks up, carrying the scent of salt and charcoal. The sky’s starting to stain dark red at the edges.

Niki shifts beside you to grab a paper plate from the stack in the center of the table. His knee bumps yours, firmer this time. And again, no apology. Just a tiny glance your way, unreadable. Then he returns to his casual lean, resting his forearm along the edge of the bench, figertips grazing your shoulder.

Just then, Jungwon loudly appears with a bag of ice in his hands,  “We need drinks, or I’ll start chewing on these hot dog buns out of boredom.”

“You say that like you haven’t done it before,” Niki deadpans.

Jungwon shrugs, “A man’s gotta survive.”

Everyone laughs. Sunghoon stands and takes the plate from your lap without saying anything, walking over to help Heeseung. You’re left sitting with Niki, who doesn’t move.

“He usually like that?” Niki playfully asks, as he leans a bit into you, his voice low so only you hear him.

You glance at him, confused. “Like what?”

Niki shrugs, his lips spread into a half-grin “A little… married already.”

You snort, it slips out before you can catch it.

“I guess he’s just focused.”

Niki hums, “Mm.” He doesn’t sound convinced. “You don’t seem very focused.”

Your brows lift. “Excuse me?”

Niki fully grins now, staring forward, “Just saying. You keep…” he pauses and looks down at your joined legs, “…accidentally touching me.”

You don’t answer. Instead, you glance down and gulp as your eyes trace over his legs, noticing how much bigger Niki seemed to be than you. It gave him the effortless ability to make you feel small. And horny, you wonder what else-

“You always this quiet in groups?” he casually asks, almost crowding your smaller frame with his much bigger stature.

You shrug, noncommittal. “Depends on the group, I guess.”

You glance at him. Hold it a little too long. He smiles, just a little. You unknowingly lean your head to the side, admiring the slight blush covering his cheeks.

Jungwon across the table from you two, loudly laughs at something unrelated, but still he notices the moment between you and Niki, “Damn, she’s studying him like she’s about to write a dissertation.”

You immediately look away, biting back a smile. It’s a joke light and harmless but it makes Niki huff out a laugh.

“Better get my citations ready, then,” Niki quietly huffs, just loud enough for only you to hear.

You don’t answer. But your thigh presses just a little closer to his under the table. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough to feel his warmth seep into you.

At the cooler, Sunghoon tosses a cold can toward Niki. Niki catches it with one hand.

“You still drink this crap?” Sunghoon grins.

“Only when I’m pretending I’m happy to be here,” Niki fires back.

They grin at each other, an old rhythm. Laughter hums around the table. Bottles clink. You're halfway through your drink, Sunghoon’s angled toward Jay and Heeseung, deep in some debate about gas prices or whatever. You’re not really listening.

Niki shifts beside you to reach for the last can in the cooler. His fingers brush over yours deliberate or not, you can’t tell. He pops the can, leans back with a low sigh.

Just then Jungwon from across the table proclaims, “I call not washing dishes tonight.”

“You didn’t even cook anything,” Jay points out, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it.

“Yeah, because I bring vibes.”

“You bring crumbs, bro,” says Heeseung with tongs in his hands. He’s by the grill flipping the last few pieces of meat left over, “These aren’t cooking fast enough.”

“That’s cause you’re sober, bro,” says Jay, holding up a can of beer.

Once you’re all sat down Heeseung declares “I did the meat,” arms crossed like a judge.

“And I chopped stuff,” says Sunghoon, leaning back in his chair.

“I set up the table,” Jay chimes in, reaching lazily for another chip even though dinner is clearly over.

“I brought vibes,” Jungwon adds with a grin, mouth half-full.

You raise an eyebrow. “You literally showed up with a bag of ice.”

“Exactly,” Jungwon says, smug. “Essential.”

You glance at the pile of dishes accumulating on the patio table. Bowls of melted ice cream, skewers, empty soda cans and beer bottles.

“So, who’s cleaning?” you ask, even though you already know where this is going.

Jay waves a lazy hand. “Not it.”

Heeseung’s girlfriend stands, already brushing off her shorts. “I helped cook. I’m off-duty.”

Jungwon taps at his phone. “I’m on aux. Very important.”

There’s a pause. Then everyone looks at you.

And then at Niki.

“Fine,” you mutter, pushing your chair back. “I’ll start rinsing.”

Niki’s already gathering plates with one hand, sipping from a half-empty can with the other. “I’ll help,” he says, eyes flicking toward you — casual, like he’s not secretly delighted.

Sunghoon doesn’t comment.

In the small bungalow kitchen of B2, you pile dishes beside the sink while Niki turns on the tap. He nudges your elbow as you reach for a bowl. “You dry. I’ll rinse.”

“So bossy,” you mutter, grabbing the towel anyway.

You fall into a quiet rhythm. Steam curls from the hot water. The only sounds are dishes clinking and the faint bass of music still playing outside.

He hands you a plate, fingertips brushing yours.

Then the next.

Then—

“You’re kind of… small, huh?”

You blink, caught off guard, still holding the bowl he passed you. “Excuse me?”

Niki doesn’t look at you. He’s smirking at the faucet. “Not in a bad way. Just—” he shrugs, “Everything about you’s tiny.”

Your jaw drops slightly, face burning. “That’s not— You can’t just say that.”

“You can’t tell me I’m bossy and then act offended when I observe facts,” he says, playfully bumping his shoulder into yours. You sway at the contact, Niki smiles.

You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips. He sets the next plate in the drying rack, then finally turns to look at you.

“Your hands are small too,” he adds, like it’s an afterthought. “Here—” He holds his palm up. “Let me see something.”

You hesitate, heartbeat quickening, then lift your hand to his.

Your fingers meet. His are thicker, longer, they swallow yours easily.

Niki tilts his head, watching the contrast. “Thought so.”

You say nothing, but you’re very aware of how warm his palm is against yours. And how long he lets it linger before pulling away. Aware of the way he has to look down, and the way you have to crane your neck to look up at him when he’s this close.

You take a deep breath, a familiar heat spreading through your lower belly. Your mind is in overdrive, dizzy with a growing need and you wonder if Niki can feel it too, can feel the electricity between you two.

Outside, a burst of laughter is heard. Jay probably dropped something.

Niki gives you one more plate. “Last one,” he murmurs. Your fingers brush again. Neither of you moves when your shoulders touch, standing just a bit too close to each other to be considered platonic.

After the kitchen is finally cleared, the two of you now also joined with Sunghoon, drift back toward B1 with the sort of wordless quiet that only comes after hours in the sun. Flip-flops slap softly against the concrete path. You trail a little behind, watching Sunghoon and Niki.

Thoughts of comparison sneak into your mind before you can stop them. They’re both very tall, but Sunghoon never made you feel tiny and you couldn’t understand why Niki, who’s at most 5cm taller than your own boyfriend continuously made you feel this way.

It wasn’t just the height, Sunghoon was a good boyfriend, but you couldn’t deny that recently your relationship started to feel a little stale, too familiar. Niki on the other hand intrigued you, he was quiet but not shy. Reserved, but not apathetic. Filled with endless oxymorons that you wanted to pick apart until you understood him fully.

You glance at their backs. Same broad shoulders, same lazy stride. But when Niki walks, it feels like the air shifts. Like you’re meant to follow.

Sunghoon is the first to speak again, voice low as he thumbs through his phone. “Jungwon’s making me download some old movie for movie night. Like, black and white old.”

You blink. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Said it’s ‘actual cinema.’”

Niki lets out a snort. “Bet it’s boring as hell.”

“Don’t tell him that,” Sunghoon mutters, fiddling with the door key.

“He probably already knows,” you say with a small laugh.

Inside, the bungalow is darker and cooler than outside. You click on the hallway light and a soft glow spills across the small space. The couch is still pulled out halfway, pillow already set up, and a folded blanket rests on top. Someone probably Sunghoon tossed it there earlier without comment.

Niki toes off his slides and heads straight for it, dragging the blanket to one side as he drops onto the cushions.

“I got couch,” he says, almost too casually, pulling the pillow under his arm. “You two go pretend you’re dating.”

You roll your eyes, but Sunghoon just stretches. “Not pretending,” he mumbles, already heading to the bedroom. “She steals all the covers.”

“You snore,” you call after him.

He doesn’t deny it.

The bathroom door creaks open and closed as Sunghoon steps in to brush his teeth. You hover by the small hallway shelf, fidgeting with your toiletry bag, but your eyes drift back toward the couch.

Niki’s tossed his phone on the edge and is flipping through the TV menu, blanket over his lap like he’s done this a thousand times before. He doesn’t look tired. Just… calm. Settled.

You pause for a second longer than you mean to.

He glances up, catching your gaze. His voice is quieter than before, almost lazy. “Don’t worry. I won’t snore.”

“I know where to come then, if Sunghoon gets too loud.” You mean it as a joke but it comes out more suggestive than you intend.

Your face burns as Niki raises his eyebrows, a slight smirk stretching across his lips.

“You might regret that. I’m not great at sharing space.” He lets it sit for a beat, then adds with a half-smile, “I do like to cuddle though.”

Your mouth opens. Then closes. You laugh a little too quickly.

“Just as long as you're not a blanket thief…” it slips out before you think, and now it’s your words hanging between you like smoke.

His eyes flick up. The moment stretches.

You scramble to fill it.

“I— I mean, not that I’d actually, like… come over. That’d be— weird.” You’re already backing up a step, fingers twitching at your hair.

“Right?”

He doesn’t say anything, he just watches you, unreadable, lips still curled.

Heat creeps up your neck.

You turn before he can answer. Practically flee into the bedroom.

Behind you, you hear his soft laugh low and amused, followed by the gentle click of the TV remote, the hum of something starting to play.

Not much later, after you’ve both freshened up in the bathroom, you slip beneath the covers beside Sunghoon. Your thighs ache annoyingly and betrayingly. You replay the memories of Niki, all the teasing, all the quiet touching. You shuffle closer into Sunghoon, hoping he can eradicate any thoughts of other men. You cuddle into his side and nuzzle your face into his neck.

He lets you, wrapping an arm around you. As you kiss his neck he stiffens, “babe, Niki’s right next door.”

“So?” you ask, moving to straddle him as he continues laying down.

“It’s fine, we closed the door,” you say, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. It lands somewhere behind you.

Sunghoon rests his hands on your hips, satiated with your excuse. You can feel him getting hard under you and you smirk.

You lean down, enveloping his lips in a passionate kiss as your hands move under his shirt, softly scratching at his plush skin.

“You’re really needy tonight, huh?” Sunghoon comments, more to himself than you.

“Can’t help it when I have such a hot boyfriend,” you say, rocking your hips against him. Willing yourself to stay grounded in the moment and not let your thoughts escape to a taller man, a man who was in the next room.

Sunghoon groans softly, the sound caught in his throat as you roll your hips again. “Fuck… babe…”

“Did you bring condoms?” you ask, as you already move to his suitcase.

“Yep, left corner at the bottom,” he tells you, and when you’re back on him you’re both naked. You rip the wrapper open with your mouth before rolling it onto his hard length.

You watch as his eyebrows pinch together and squeeze him a bit, just the way he likes.

Sunghoon softly groans as he throws his head back, allowing you to essentially play with his dick. And you do, gripping it and jerking it as you please.

Your hand can just barely envelop his girth, he was big but since Niki was bigger in all other aspects would that also mean he’s… you shake the thought away, and rock your wet folds against Sunghoon’s dick, almost laying down on him.

He watches you, flexing his abs in quiet restraint.

You knew your boyfriend and you knew if Niki wasn’t behind closed doors Sunghoon would’ve already had you the way he likes it. Passionately, deeply and roughly.

Which was why you wanted to tease him more, not getting this opportunity often, but alas your impatience drives you into sinking on him too quickly. You both groan, trying to stifle any noise as you adjust – you to the stretch of his dick, and Sunghoon to how tightly your little pussy wrapped around his dick.

The mattress creaks beneath you, old springs giving way with every motion. It’s subtle at first, but soon it starts sounding unmistakable. Rhythmic. Inescapable.

From the other side of the wall, the TV volume suddenly clicks louder.

You freeze for half a second, not stopping entirely, just… aware that Niki definitely knew what the two of you were doing behind closed doors. Your breath catches.

Sunghoon notices. He laughs a little, low and amused, his hands squeezing at your hips. “What, getting shy now?” he murmurs, his voice brushing warm against your collarbone.

You don’t answer but your eyes flick toward the wall.

Sunghoon’s grin is slow. He’s misreading it. “C’mon,” he says, lifting his hips to meet yours again. “I’m sure Niki doesn’t mind hearing your pretty little moans.”

Your body jerks involuntarily. Your thighs clench tighter around him. He feels it.

His voice drops, half teasing, half turned on. “Oh… you like that?”

You try to play it off, but your face is already hot. You look down, lips parted.

Sunghoon sits up slightly, flipping you two, so he’s on top of you.

His mouth brushes your jaw possessively, like he’s a predator guarding his prey and it turns you on, thoughts of Niki eradicated. For now.

“You want him to hear us? Want him to know how soaked you get just from riding me?”

Your breath shudders out, lashes fluttering, “Yes” you dreamily sigh.

He groans, voice rougher now, “Dirty girl…”

You moan into his mouth as he kisses you again, this time rougher, his hands gripping harder as you move together, it’s messy and heated. The bedframe knocks softly against the wall.

The TV volume clicks up again.

Your eyes squeeze shut. You imagine Niki with his hands down his pants, listening to you. Playing with his hard dick and wishing you were in the living room with him instead.

You moan loudly. Sunghoon growls in a possessive warning to be less loud. But it does nothing to stop your mind from picturing Niki on top of you.

Ater all is done and you sloppily clean up together Sunghoon dozes off, spooning you from behind.

You on the other hand can’t sleep. The ache between your thighs is still present, even more intense now. You can’t stop thinking about Niki, his bigger frame, his dark eyes, the way he always seemed to be close to you or watching you…

After more tossing and turning around in the bed you finally manage to fall asleep to Sunghoon’s soft snores, the even and familiar rhythm lulling you to sleep.

You wake to a soft rustle of sheets and the sun warming the back of your neck.

Sunghoon is curled around you, one arm snug at your waist, his chest rising and falling against your spine. His breathing is steady, calm. He smells like salt and warmth and the lingering sharpness of last night.

Your body aches, pleasantly sore from last night but something inside still gnaws. That deep, low ache hasn’t gone away. If anything, it’s worse now.

You squeeze your thighs together, as if that’ll ease it. It doesn’t. It’s not Sunghoon’s fault. He was good, sweet, and familiar. The kind of rhythm you knew by heart. But it still wasn’t enough. Because someone else is in your head.

Still.

You finally slip out of bed once you’re sure Sunghoon’s breathing has evened again, brushing your teeth in the tiny bathroom and rinsing your face with cold water in hope it clears your thoughts. It doesn’t.

You step out into the main room only to stop short. Niki is already up. Sitting sideways on the couch, long legs stretched out in front of him, one arm draped over the backrest. His hair’s a mess. A thin silver chain around his neck. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. He looks like he didn’t sleep or like he hasn’t been to bed at all.

You hesitate, but he doesn't look at you. Doesn’t even flinch.

You go to the kitchenette, grab a mug, pour some coffee from the thermos left out by Heeseung when they made the first pot before heading to B2. The silence stretches long. Too long.

You glance over again.

He still hasn’t looked at you. Just staring blankly at something on his phone. His expression is unreadable, still and blank in that way he always is, like there’s something going on inside and he just won’t let you see it.

The coffee’s hot against your tongue. Too hot. You burn your mouth slightly but don’t react.

He speaks just as you’re lifting your mug again.

“Sleep okay?”

You nearly drop it.

You nod too fast. “Yeah. You?”

Niki hums. Barely.

“Not really, t’was kinda noisy, I heard you.”

The mug clinks against the counter. You choke a little. “Heard…?”

Niki finally looks at you.

His eyes are dark not sleepy, not soft. Just focused. Direct.

“Sunghoon,” he says simply. “He snores.”

You exhale too loudly. Your laugh is brittle, cut at the edges. “Oh. Yeah, he does that sometimes. I’m used to it.”

He nods once, looking away again. But not before his gaze drops just briefly to your legs, bare beneath your oversized tee. His mouth twitches like he was going to say something else but thought better of it. You pretend to busy yourself with stirring sugar into your cup. Your hands are shaking. You tell yourself it’s the caffeine.

But you can’t stop thinking. Did he hear more than snoring? Did he hear you moan? Did he want to? His voice was unreadable. But his eyes…  There was something there.

You go back to the room after that, crawl back into bed where Sunghoon sleepily tugs you close again. You let him. You even kiss his cheek, nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck.

But your pulse is still skipping. Your body is still awake. Your mind is already elsewhere. And you know exactly who it’s with.

When you step into the kitchen for the second time today, it’s already a little warm from the early sun. Sunghoon’s already poured your coffee. You sit beside him, trying not to look like you didn’t sleep or like your brain has been replaying someone else’s face since 2AM.

Niki walks in a moment later. His hair’s damp from a shower. He’s shirtless again, wearing only swim trunks, towel over one shoulder, phone in his hand. You don’t look directly. You can’t. But your pulse stutters when he brushes past you, reaching for a mug.

"Groupchat says beach by eleven," he says casually. “Jay and Jungwon are already down there. Heeseung’s girlfriend brought one of those fold-up coolers.”

Sunghoon leans forward to check his phone. “Sick. We can just bring drinks and chips or something.”

Niki nods, noncommittal. He sits across from you, sipping quietly. You feel his eyes once. Just once. Why does he sound so casual, but look like—

No. Stop. You exhale. You’re imagining things again.

...Aren’t you?

After breakfast is finished, you dig through your suitcase for your black one-piece swimming suit. The safe one. The covered one. The one Sunghoon likes and specifically asked you to take. But your hand hits string. Ribbed fabric. Triangle cups. Your stomach drops.

“Shit…”

You’re still holding it up dumbly when the bedroom door creaks open behind you.

“You almost ready?”

You turn. Sunghoon’s leaning against the doorframe, rubbing sunscreen between his hands. You hold the bikini by the strap, like it might explain itself. “I thought I packed the one-piece.”

He pauses. Then frowns. “That’s not it?”

You nod. “They’re both black. I grabbed the wrong ones.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then, pointedly he asks “…You’re really gonna wear that?”

Your brow lifts. “I mean… yeah? I only brought one swimsuit with me.”

“I just—” he laughs under his breath, rubbing his neck. “I didn’t think you’d bring the tiny one.”

“It’s not that tiny,” you huff.

He raises an eyebrow.

You cross your arms. “It’s just a bikini, Sunghoon.”

“Yeah, but—” He sighs. “Come on, baby, like—the guy’s are gonna see you in that.”

That catches you. Sharp and immediate. Your eyes narrow. “So? It’s not like I took them on purpose.”

Sunghoon’s tone shifts, it’s still soft, but strained. “I just don’t like the idea of them seeing you like that.”

You pause.

“Then don’t look,” you say, turning away.

You walk to the bathroom with the bikini still in hand. Behind you, Sunghoon exhales but doesn’t further comment.

From the couch in the next room, Niki doesn’t say anything. But you’re sure he heard.

You glance at him just once and catch him watching the TV, expression unreadable, remote still in hand. Too focused for it to be natural.

His eyes flick to you as you pass, just for a second. Just long enough to make you heat up, shyly speed up your step. But neither of you speak. You feel his gaze on you as you enter the bathroom, heartbeat spiking and you can’t deny it. You’re secretly looking forward to him seeing you in this set.

By the time you’re walking down to the beach, the sand is still cool beneath your feet.  It’s an easy silence. Or at least it would be, if not for the way Sunghoon keeps close to your side, hand occasionally brushing yours, like he’s reminding everyone who you belong to.

You feel Niki fall into a step behind you. Not quite trailing. Just… not rushing. You don’t turn around. Not at first. But then, a whisper of fingertips grazes the small of your back. Just one second. Maybe less. A ghost of touch, light as air.

You jolt barely and glance back, pulse ticking up.

Niki is looking straight ahead, board tucked beneath one arm, mouth unreadable. Not a smirk. Not even a glance. He could’ve brushed past you by accident. You could pretend it was nothing.

But your skin is burning where he touched. You bite the inside of your cheek. Keep your face neutral. Force your eyes back to the ocean in the distance. But your heart is hammering.

Sunghoon doesn’t notice a thing. “Did you remember sunscreen?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re gonna need a lot in this tiny thing…” he dryly comments, still sulking that you’re wearing it.

You glance down at yourself. Black, tiny, sure, but everything was covered. Even if you could feel the bottoms digging into your asscheeks, even if you had to keep adjusting your top so you wouldn’t flash anyone by accident.

“I already told you thought I grabbed the other one,” you sigh, annoyed. “They’re both black. I got confused.”

Sunghoon clicks his tongue. “Well, now every guy here is gonna get confused too.”

He drapes a towel over your shoulders, tugs the ends together at your chest like it’ll hide anything. It’s not that you don’t appreciate the sweetness. But the tension in his jaw makes it feel... like a leash. You let the towel fall back open.

Just then, Jungwon whistles as you approach.

“Damn girl,” he grins, lounging on a towel next to Jay, “you’re making the beach jealous.”

Niki snorts. “Don’t start.”

You barely have time to laugh before Sunghoon throws a look that could slice steel. Jungwon lifts his hands innocently, grinning wider.

Sunghoon doesn’t say anything just steps closer, wraps an arm low around your waist. You stiffen a little. Smile for show. And feel Niki’s eyes before you see them.

When you finally glance his way he’s not subtle. His eyes are already sliding back up your legs, past your hips, then lingering just long enough on the line of your chest to make heat spark beneath your skin.

And when your eyes meet, he doesn’t glance away. He just looks at you like he’s thinking about something. Something he shouldn’t be.

Your stomach dips.

You force your attention forward. Pretend the air isn’t suddenly warmer. Pretend your thighs aren’t pressing a little tighter together beneath the towel slung around your waist.

So, when you all move to the water, you angle yourself away from him. Playfully splash at Jay. Duck behind Sunghoon. Anything to stay far, far from him.

It’s working.

Until it’s not. Jay lunges at someone — Jungwon shrieks — a huge wave rolls toward you, foam curling at the top. You brace, but your foot slips, and in the brief chaos, something catches you.

No—someone.

Hands, firm at your waist, steadying you.

You freeze. You know who it is before he speaks.

“Careful,” Niki says, voice low. You feel it in your core. His breath brushes your ear. His grip firms for just a second, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you how much larger he is. How easily he could move you if he wanted to.

You’re painfully aware of the way your body fits against his. Your head barely at his shoulder, your waist swallowed in his palms.

You turn to look but he’s already gone. Already stepped away, drifting toward the others like nothing happened.

Your heart pounds. Your pulse thrums between your legs. You’re not imagining it. Not anymore. Later, when you’re drying off, you catch him watching again. And this time, you don’t look away.

Everyone’s sitting around on the beach towels, casually snacking on fruit and sandwiches. The group’s easy laughter fills the air, but your eyes keep drifting to Niki, who sits a little apart, fiddling with a seashell. Heeseung leans over Jungwon, nodding toward you and Niki. “You notice how these two barely talk? Like, they’re around each other but kind of distant?”

Jungwon shrugs. “Yeah, it’s weird. You guys don’t really vibe with each other, huh?” He tells you and Niki. But before either one of you can say something in response, Jungwon continues.

He turns to Heeseung, “but I figure they’re just not that close or maybe still getting to know each other?”

Jay chimes in, grinning, “Definitely not like the rest of the gang. They’re like… polite strangers.”

Heeseung’s girlfriend laughs softly. “Maybe they’re just on different wavelengths or something.”

Sunghoon catches the comment and smirks. “Probably. You know how some people just don’t click right away.”

You nod, chewing your sandwich, feeling a strange mix of relief and frustration. It’s true you and Niki do act different around each other. Not quite awkward, but definitely not easy either.

Niki glances over briefly, and you quickly look away. The group moves on to another topic, unaware how loaded that quiet distance really is between you two.

You clear your throat and stand up, forcing a smile. “I’m just gonna grab some more snacks and water for everyone.” You grab your bag and head toward B1.

A minute later, you’re pulling out some bottled water out of the fridge and a bag of gummy worms. You’re rifling through the small plastic bag of snacks when you hear footsteps behind you.

Niki’s voice follows a second later, low and casual. “So… we’re polite strangers now?”

You nearly jump, hand still buried in the bag. “I didn’t hear you come in,” you say, turning your head over your shoulder. “And they’re just being dramatic. We’re not strangers.”

Niki leans against the counter beside you, arms crossed. “Polite, though?”

You huff a small laugh, plucking out a gummy worm and popping it into your mouth. “Only to keep the peace.”

He nods slowly, watching you chew. “Mm. What flavor was that?”

You hold up the bag. “The best one. I only like the red ones, so I’m picking them out before the others get to them.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re hoarding gummy worms?”

“I’m curating an experience.”

“Uh huh,” he murmurs, slipping a hand into the bag before you can stop him.

“Wait—!” you lunge for it, but it’s too late. He’s already fished out a red one with unholy accuracy, grinning like he planned it.

“This one?” he asks, holding it just out of reach. You reach again, but he easily steps back, long arm lifting the candy above your head like it’s a game. Because for him, it is.

You scowl. “That’s mine.”

“Then come get it,” he murmurs, voice dipping low, teasing. “Come on, pretty. You want it, don’t you?”

You poorly try to snatch it again. His height makes it a joke. One hand to your shoulder, one holding the worm, he keeps you at bay like you weigh nothing.

“You’re so tiny,” he teases, smirking. “It’s cute. Like watching a kitten try to climb a cabinet.”

You glare, lunging again, and he just shifts his arm higher with obnoxious ease.

“Oh no,” he adds mockingly, eyes gleaming. “The ground-level threat is back.”

You huff, stepping in closer, pretending to try again but this time you shift the game. Your hand slides along his side, just below his belly button, fingers grazing the skin just above his waistband. You feel it immediately. His sharp inhale, the flinch in his posture. His muscles tense under your touch like you flipped a switch.

His smirk drops. His whole body stills. You look up at him through your lashes, playing innocent. “Problem?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares down at you, eyes dark and unreadable.

Then he moves.

In one step he’s crowding you back against the counter, towering over you, voice a low scrape of gravel. “Fine, you want it? Then open your mouth.”

You freeze. The tone is different now. Serious. Darker. Your lips part instinctively.

He slides the gummy worm between them, slow, deliberate. His fingers brush your tongue.

You close around them. Suck just faintly. Purposefully.

His jaw tightens. His breath catches. His hand curls tight around the counter behind you. “Good girl,” he mutters, low and rough, like the words cost him something.

Your mouth pulls into a slow smile as you chew. “You shouldn’t have teased me,” you murmur, voice light but your eyes say something else entirely.

He exhales hard.

“You drive me crazy,” he mutters to himself, thinking you wouldn’t hear it (but you do), already turning to leave. He grabs the big water bottle from the counter and walks off, shoulders tense.

When you join the group outside a few minutes later, with cheeks flushed and heart pounding, you settle beside Sunghoon. But you feel Niki’s eyes on you. You’re on edge for the rest of the day, jumpy, too observant. The restlessness follows you into nighttime.

One again you’re tossing and turning in the bed, unable to sleep. Sunghoon’s snores don’t help lull you to sleep this time. Instead, they act as a bigger distraction to your lack of sleep. You sigh and grumble to yourself before sitting up.

You contemplate for a moment and then you’re off. Wrapping your silk summer robe over your naked body you quietly shuffle out of the bedroom.  The purpose? Getting water. Water that’s located in the kitchenette, but to get there you have no choice but to pass through the living room. Where Niki was.

You just had to open the bedroom door and you’d be in the living room. A small hallway that could barely classify as that was where you’d have to pass to see him. A door and 5 steps. That’s all that separated the two of you. You’ve been avoiding him ever since the incident today. Constantly reminding yourself that you have a boyfriend, like it’s a mantra.

You walk painfully slow past him, padding softly on your tippy toes and slightly hunched over. At any other time you’d look hilarious, but you’re too nervous tonight to think about that. You don’t want to wake him up. You don’t even dare glance at him, knowing that knowing what he looked like while he was sleeping would consume your mind, the image etching itself deep into your brain.

Which was why you don’t notice that he’s awake, scrolling on his phone, only wearing his boxers, also unable to sleep. His eyes follow your figure all the way into the kitchen, watching, calculating… The fridge hums behind you as you fill a glass with water, your silk robe barely clinging to your skin. The quiet should be peaceful.

It isn’t.

“You really weren’t gonna say anything to me all night?”

Your hand freezes. You don’t turn around. You don’t need to.

Niki’s voice is low. Hoarse. Just behind you in the dark.

You whisper, “I didn’t know you were awake.”

“I was.”

Silence stretches.

“I watched you walk past. Slow. Quiet. Pretending you didn’t feel me watching.”

Your pulse kicks up. You clutch the glass tighter. “Please don’t start—”

“Start?” he cuts in, voice soft but deadly. “Sweetheart, you started this. Every time you run, you’re the one starting it all over again.”

You finally turn to face him.

Niki’s leaned against the counter now, towering over you. His hair is messy from sleep. His eyes stormy. Wild. “You think I don’t notice?” he murmurs. “The way you react whenever I touch you. Your body doesn’t lie.”

“Niki—”

He steps forward. Just one slow, measured step. “Do you have any idea what it’s doing to me?” Another step. You’re backed up to the wall now, between the fridge and hallway, cold tile against your calves.

“I can’t sleep. I can’t fucking breathe around you. And you know what makes it worse?”

He leans down, lips near your cheek. “It’s that you want me just as bad. And yet you still go back to him.”

You whisper, “He didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But he’s not me,” Niki says like a sin, like a prayer.

You open your mouth to reply, but he beats you to it.

“Tell me you haven’t thought about it. How good it felt when I touched you. When I put that candy in your mouth and you sucked on my fingers.”

He exhales hard. “Fuck—You looked up at me like you’d let me ruin you right there.”

Goosebumps raise on your skin. His voice, even deeper than usually, was finding home somewhere deep in your belly. “I shouldn’t be here,” you whisper, trying to escape but Niki’s bigger frame has you caged in place.

“But you are.”

He slips one naked thigh between yours. “You’re not wearing anything underneath this robe? Don’t act like this was innocent.”

His voice drops lower, slight growl to his words, the desperation slipping through his nonchalant facade. “You still wanna be a good girl for me, right?”

He cups your jaw, tilts your head up to meet his gaze. “You wanna be my good girl so bad it’s killing you.”

You nod once, barely breathing.

His lips brush yours in a not-quite a kiss. Not yet, even though you chase his lips. But he stops you, speaking. “Then be good for me.” His hand slips under your robe, up your thigh, to your soaked center. “But you don’t get to cum.”

Your breath stutters. He’s already pressing his middle finger into you slow, hard, firm. “Not here. Not yet.”

You let out a soft sigh, spreading your legs in silent consent for him to continue. He bites your earlobe gently. “You’ll cum when you admit who you really want.”

You shake your head, your eyes squeezed shut, lips trembling. You grab onto his forearm that’s between your legs, grinding onto his finger. But he doesn’t move.

“Say it,” Niki whispers, grinding you into the wall. “Say my name. Say it and I’ll let you fall apart on my cock right here outside his door.”

His body is so close now, it’s all you can feel. His thigh between yours, his hand under your robe, the heat of his mouth against your ear.

“Niki,” you silently cry out in a desperate plea. You feel him slipping another finger into you. Your wet velvet walls sucking him. Fuck. If his fingers felt so thick in you, then you couldn’t wait for his dick. You clench around his fingers at the thought and Niki’s towering frame leans down, close to your ear.

“Still pretending this means nothing?”

“It doesn’t—” you moan out, barely controlling your volume. His thumb grazes your clit. Your eyes shut as you cover your mouth with your hands to prevent any noises from escaping.

“Bullshit,” Niki hisses, he pinches your clit, pressing it with his thumb into the side of his palm in punishment. It makes your walls tighten even more. A sob escapes you when he presses his hips against yours.

“You don’t even believe that. You’re dripping. And your boyfriend is nowhere near, you thinking of him or me right now?”

You flinch. Shame and need twist in your gut. But they’re squashed by an overpowering and ever growing need for Niki.

“I shouldn’t—”

“But you are. You came out here wearing nothing under this robe. You walked right past me, like you wanted me to stop you.”

You close your eyes, head tilting back as he curls his fingers, finally pushing them in and out. “Niki…” you choke out in a broken whimper, hands curling around his biceps to steady yourself.

His mouth is at your neck now, kissing, claiming  you. “There it is.” He rasps, biting you just under your throat softly. You squeeze his bicep in warning. He just licks over the bitten spot.

“Say my name again,” he says, sounding utterly destroyed already.

“Niki—” you whimper, quietly. Too quietly.

Through gritted teeth, “louder.”

You hesitate. He drags his fingers along your slit, barely there. Not enough. It’s maddening.

“Niki,” you quietly whimper, squeezing your walls when Niki changes the current rhythm. The speed picking up with your growing desperation.

“Fuck—say it like you mean it,” he breathes, sharp and strained.

You whimper as starts rubbing circles over your clit as he’s still fingering you. Your hands claw at his chest.

“Please…”

“No.” He stills his hand. “Not until you say it.”

You’re walking on the edge of tears and pleasure, too dumb to think about anything, anyone other than Niki,“Say what?”

 “Say you want me,” he says, lips against yours, not kissing you yet.

He strokes deeper. Your knees buckle. He catches you, arm wrapping around your waist.

“I want you,” you pant, grinding on his hands. Your eyes burn and you can feel a tear slip down your cheek.

“Not enough.”

He stops again. Cruel. Controlled.

You pout up at him, he bites his lip, eyelids dropping slightly. He leans into you. “I want you, Niki. I want you,” you breathe your voice breaking and cheeks wet with your tears.

His breath leaves him like a punch. He back-walks you gently into the hallway against the wall. The wall that separates the bedroom from the rest of the house. Where Sunghoon is sleeping.

No hesitation now. The robe slips open just enough. “That’s all I needed.” He pushes down his boxers, his cock springing free. He doesn’t give you any time to look at it, sliding his cock inside you. He’s slow, thick, unbearable.

Your robe bunches up at your waist, you feel his cock dragging between your folds, veiny and heavy. Thicker than you expected. The kind of thick that makes your breath catch in your throat.

“Shit—” you whisper, body trembling.

Niki chuckles low behind you. It sounds dark, satisfied, already flushed. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs, guiding his cock to your entrance. “You haven’t even felt the whole thing yet.”

You brace yourself, hand gripping his shoulders. “You’re not small.”

That gets a sharp exhale out of him. He leans forward, his chest brushing your back, his voice dipping into your ear like a secret. “You’ll take it. You’re already soaking for it.”

“God—” you half sob, your walls continuously clenching down on him as you try to adjust to his thick length, splitting you apart.

Niki’s voice cracks with restraint, “don’t move.” His hand clamps over your hip. His forehead presses to yours. “Just stay like this.”

“Why?”

Niki’s barely breathing, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat as he tries to calm his ragged breathing down, “Because if I fuck you the way I want to… we’re gonna wake your boyfriend up.”

You gasp. He smiles. Dark, unhinged, wrecked.

“So be good. Take it. Feel me.” He rolls his hips once. Slow, still not fully in you. Deep. “You’ll cum when you admit I’m the only one who gets to have you.”

Your head falls back. Eyes flutter. His thumb catches a tear tracing your cheek.

“Fuck,” he mutters, kissing the corner of your eye. “So pretty when you cry for me.”

He cups your jaw, then your breast roughly, wordlessly claiming. You hiss as he squeezes hard, too hard but he’s already pulling you forward, sliding out.

You make a strangled noise, empty without him. Niki doesn’t pause.

He shoves your robe up, pushes you over the couch. Your knees dig into the cushions. One hand braced on the backrest.

You hear the sound of him spitting in his palm. The slick stroke of him lining up again.

A moan, low and raw, as he grinds the head of his cock between your folds. “Every fucking night,” he mutters. “I think about this. About bending you over like this. Filling you up so deep you forget how to lie.”

You whimper. He grabs your hips, hard enough to bruise.

“You were made for this,” Niki breathes, more to himself than you. “Made for me.”

He pushes in, slow at first, the stretch near unbearable. You’re choking on your own gasp, trying to breathe through it, but your walls spasm around him, trying to force him out.

Niki groans, it’s a sound full of restraint and disbelief. “Fuck. You feel like this for him?” He starts to push deeper, jaw clenched. “No… you don’t. You can’t.”

You moan but it sounds more like a sob. His size splits you open, the burn meeting something deeper, something you don’t want to name yet.

He sinks in all the way. Your hips jerk forward, eyes fluttering shut. “Such a good girl for me,” he pants. “That’s it. Let me fill you.”

His hands spread across your waist, holding you steady like you might run. But you’re not running. You’re melting.

“God—Niki—” you whisper, your fingers clenching the cushion.

“Too much?” he asks but the smirk in his voice is already smug.

“No—just… just big,” you confess, voice cracking.

That shatters something in him.

“Say that again.”

“You’re… big,” you stammer, heat crawling up your neck. “I can feel it in my stomach.”

He snarls softly behind you, one hand sliding up your spine, pressing you deeper into the couch as he starts to move. Slow, dragging strokes that scrape along every nerve ending inside you.

“This pussy’s mine already,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. “You moan like you’ve been waiting for this.”

“I haven’t—” You’re cut off by a sharp thrust that knocks the breath out of you.

“No? Then why’d you keep looking at me every time he touched you?”

His voice is venom and honey, seething and smug. “You’d kiss him, and still look at me like you wanted more.”

Your whole body tenses. “I—I didn’t mean—”

“You meant it,” Niki snaps, grinding deeper into you. “You wanted me to notice. You wanted me to get jealous.”

He yanks your hair back just enough to turn your face, so he can see your lips parting in a moan you’re desperate to hide. “And I did. I noticed everything.”

He slams into you harder, rougher now. You whimper it’s too much, too deep, and somehow still not enough.

“I see the way he touches you. All careful. Like you’ll break.”

He bites the shell of your ear. “I won’t be careful.”

Your orgasm builds fast, overwhelming the stretch, the fullness, the jealousy behind his words. You’re panting, desperate.

“I can’t—Niki, I’m gonna—”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush to him as he fucks you through it murmuring filth into your ear while you shatter.

“That’s it. Come for me.” His voice breaks. “Show me this pussy is mine.”

You cry out, body convulsing as you clench down on him. His pace stutters, cock throbbing inside you.

He follows with a low groan, spilling inside you, hands gripping your hips like he’s trying to burn the shape of you into his palms.

For a long moment, neither of you move. Just heavy breathing. Sweat-damp skin. Your body pulsing around his.

Then, quieter Niki presses his forehead to your spine. “You ruined me,” he breathes.

You don’t answer. You can’t. But your hand reaches back trembling to find his. And he laces your fingers together. You stay like that for a while. Folded over the couch, skin damp, heart pounding.

Niki doesn’t move. He’s barely still inside you, his chest pressed to your back, both of you trembling with the aftershocks. His hand is still locked in yours. His breath hits the curve of your shoulder, ragged and hot.

No words.

Slowly, silently, Niki pulls out and you both gasp like it hurts. You don’t dare look at him as you pull your robe down and sink onto the couch, legs tucked under you. You feel stretched, sore, leaking.

You feel ruined.

Niki leans against the wall across from you. His hair is a mess, sweat shining on his chest, and his eyes they’re not smug anymore. They’re starved.

“You okay?” he whispers.

You nod.

But your eyes don’t meet his.

You fix your robe. Run fingers through your hair. Like if you’re fast enough, no one will know what just happened.

“I should go,” you whisper. “Sunghoon might wake up.”

His jaw ticks. He hesitates. For a second, it looks like he might say something else, something too real. But then he exhales, pushes a hand through his hair, and doesn’t say anything as he watches you leave.

Your body is warm. Too warm.

It takes a second before you remember where you are, who you’re with and why your thighs ache. Sunghoon shifts beside you, arm slung lazily over your waist, his chest rising and falling in slow, peaceful rhythm.

He mumbles your name. It should be comforting. And it is. But it also feels like being caught. You stare at the ceiling.

You did it. You crossed the line. And it wasn’t a mistake. And you have a feeling it wouldn’t be a one time thing either.

Your fingers twitch. You can still feel Niki’s breath in your ear. The rough press of his palms all over you. Sunghoon sighs again and pulls you closer, nuzzling the back of your neck like instinct.

You feel different now. Like you’re split in two halves. The girl who touches her boyfriend like nothing happened... and the girl who can still feel Niki’s fingers between her thighs.

You tie your robe tighter and pad out, barefoot on cold tile. Your hair’s a mess. You haven’t even washed your face. The kitchen’s quiet but not empty.

Niki stands near the counter, tousled bedhead, glass of juice in one hand, phone in the other. He looks up.

“Morning,” he says low, unreadable.

You swallow.

“Sleep well?” he asks.

“Like a rock,” you say, forcing a brittle smile, reaching for a glass of water.

There’s a slight pause.

“Yeah,” Niki murmurs, gaze flicking to your mouth. “You looked wrecked when you left.”

The glass nearly slips from your fingers.

But Niki doesn’t move. Doesn’t smirk. Just sips his juice and scrolls casually, like he didn’t just ruin your nervous system in three words. Sunghoon joins you two just then. And the three of you have breakfast, the two guys seem to be in a good mood, bantering and teasing each other.

The sun’s high already when you three join the others on the beach.

Your bikini feels too small the minute you leave the house — or maybe it’s the way Niki looked at you when you stepped out. Not directly. Not for long. Just… long enough to know he noticed.

You hold Sunghoon’s hand like it anchors you to the right version of yourself. You laugh too loud at his joke. Kiss his cheek too quickly. You’re trying.

Maybe if you play the part well enough, you’ll forget what you did. Who you became.

Sunghoon’s still talking, half-focused, half-scanning the crowd. “Okay, so we rotate after every point, right? Heeseung always forgets that. Also, snacks. We need more of those sour gummies—”

He pauses, eyes flicking toward where Niki’s lounging in the sand, shirtless, arms behind his head.

Then he grins and nudges you lightly. “And someone better remind her to reapply. Last time she turned into a tomato.”

You roll your eyes, faking a yawn. “I’m fine.”

But Sunghoon’s still looking at Niki as he adds, teasing, “If she burns, it’s your fault too.”

Your stomach flips.

Niki grins  slow, deliberate but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

You almost choke on your water at the implication. Sunghoon just laughs, oblivious.

As you all lay your towels down, Sunghoon starts rubbing sunscreen over your shoulders, he’s sweet, focused, unbothered. Niki watches briefly, jaw tight, before tossing him a comment.

“You missed a spot,” he says, touching the place he means, the dip just below your bikini bottoms. “That’ll definitely burn.”

He says it like nothing. But you know. He knows you know. You meet his gaze over your shoulder for just a second. And something sharp passes between you, an unspoken possession.

Like a warning.

The volleyball net is up by the time the two guys deem you protected enough from the sun. Jungwon’s already flinging a ball into the air like a golden retriever with caffeine in his system. Everyone’s loosening up, laughing, yelling across the sand.

You’re standing with Sunghoon, sipping from his can of soda, and trying very hard to subtly adjust your bikini top like it’s not deliberate. But it is.

It keeps slipping a little, well not off, just… shifting. The fabric is damp from ocean water, clinging to the peaks of your nipples. You tug it up again.

Sunghoon notices. But so does Niki.

You catch both of them watching you at different times. You feel their eyes burn as they trail over your chest, down your waist, over your thighs. It’s hard to breathe, but you smile anyway.

You lean into Sunghoon. Kiss his cheek. He grins, tapping your nose. But Niki’s sunglasses tilt up slightly from where he’s standing. You feel his gaze rake your body like a challenge.

Just then Jay starts calling out teams.

“Alright, me, you” he points to you, “Niki, and Jungwon. Let’s go.”

You pause for half a second, not enough to be noticed, but just enough to feel it in your spine. Niki steps forward, tugging his shirt off in one fluid motion. He spins the volleyball once in his hand and smirks faintly.

Jay tosses him the ball. “We good?”

Niki shrugs. “Yeah.”

No snide comment. No suggestive grin. Just calm. Unbothered.

But when you brush past him to join your side of the net, your shoulder grazes his chest and you swear you feel him inhale.

It’s subtle, but he doesn’t look away.

The court's uneven, half-sand, half-sunbaked grass. The net’s a little crooked. No one cares. Jay serves first; sharp and fast. You barely get your hands up in time, but the ball pops cleanly into the air. Jungwon tips it up. Niki lunges, spikes.

Cheers erupt. “Nice!” Jay claps him on the back.

Niki smiles, his eyebrows subconsciously quirking up, but his eyes flick to you lightning-quick.

Across the net, Heeseung groans. “Alright. No mercy.”

His girlfriend laughs, nudging him.

Sunghoon wipes sweat from his jaw and grins. “Let’s go.”

The game rolls out in bursts sand kicking up, laughter breaking through competitive yells. You’re too aware of everything.

Niki’s footsteps behind you.

The way he moves to cover your side, even when he doesn’t have to. The sharp grunts when he jumps, muscles flexing under sun-warmed skin. How he murmurs “mine” when the ball arcs high, and every time, it hits harder than it should.

You almost trip once trying to pivot.

Niki’s hand touches your back, steadying you, it’s fleeting but firm. You flinch like you’ve been burned.

He says nothing.

But later, when you call out a ball and dive for it, squatting before bending over as you serve the ball lowly, Niki swears low and hard not at the game.

At you. Or maybe for you.

You need water. Not just to drink but to cool down. Everything is hot. Your cheeks, your chest, the way Niki’s eyes follow your movements even when he’s pretending not to.

You step toward the cooler, reach down to grab a bottle.

That’s when you feel it. A whisper of heat. His fingers graze your lower back. Barely. You freeze. He’s behind you now, one arm resting on the lid of the cooler. Not blocking you. Not touching you again. Just close.

His voice is low “Avoiding me again?”

You suck in a breath. Fumble slightly with the cap.

You want to say something biting. Sharp. Dismissive. But your voice comes out too soft, too unsteady.

“I’m not.”

Niki leans in, just an inch closer. “Mm, you always shake this much when you’re not avoiding someone?”

You grip the bottle too tight. “I have a boyfriend.”

His smirk returns slow, almost cruel. “That didn’t stop you from moaning into my mouth last night.”

Your eyes snap up to his, but he’s already walking away. You stand there, holding the water bottle like it might explode.

After the game of volleyball ends (with Sunghoon’s team winning), everyone’s collapsed on the beach towels, salt-streaked and lazy. Jay’s half-asleep. Jungwon’s playing something on his phone. Sunghoon lies beside you, propped up on an elbow.

You’re restless. Overcompensating again. You reach over and thread your fingers into his hair. Lean down to kiss him a bit longer than necessary.

Your tongue just barely traces his bottom lip.

Sunghoon flinches back, blinking.

“Babe,” he says, confused but sweet, “not in front of everyone.”

You smile, trying to play it off. But your mouth is dry.

“Sorry. I just…” You shrug. “Felt like kissing you.”

Sunghoon grins and kisses your cheek instead. Harmless. Soft.

But behind your back, across the circle of towels, Niki’s watching again. Still shirtless. Still silent. His jaw tight, his fingers curled loosely in the sand. He sees everything. And you feel everything.

The sky begins to shift then, almost too fast. What was golden and hazy becomes gray and heavy. You glance up. Thick clouds roll in over the water, veiling the sun. Thunder grumbles low in the distance. A breeze lifts the ends of your hair.

Someone groans.

“Seriously? This early?” Jay complains.

“Guess the ocean playlist’ll have to wait,” Jungwon pouts.

A sudden gust sends sand flies into your shin. You wince, brushing it off.

Sunghoon nudges your side, “movie night?”

You nod automatically, but your eyes flick again to Niki.

Within minutes the group’s scattering, grabbing towels, speakers, empty bottles.

“B2, thirty minutes. Everyone shower unless you wanna smell like death,” Jungwon says, a comically large towel wrapped around his waist as he tries fit five different things in his arms. Heeseung groans but agrees, already hoisting up a cooler.

The mood lightens. Laughter, teasing, towel snaps echoing around you as people head back toward the bungalows.

You stay quiet. Let Sunghoon lace your fingers with his, pull you toward the path. But you can feel the shift in the air. It isn’t just the weather. It’s something heavier. Louder. Waiting to break.

By the time you’re all piled into B2, the rain’s already started. Soft and steady, threading down the windows like something cinematic. This bungalow’s a little bigger than yours, meant for hosting, maybe. The open-plan living room spills into a small kitchen, sleek and sunlit even with the storm outside. At the center of it all is a small burgundy couch. It’s deep enough to sink into, angled so one side stretches toward the kitchen, and the other points toward the mounted flatscreen.

A shaggy rug softens the wood floor. Throw blankets are everywhere, tangled and half-folded. Someone’s dumped a few pillows in the corner. A string of fairy lights buzz faintly over the windows, casting a soft gold haze now that the lamps are off.

It’s cozy. Safe. Or it should be.

Just before the movie starts, you’re rinsing strawberries in the kitchen when Heeseung catches your wrist. Not harsh just enough to pause you.

“You good?” he asks you.

You blink, startled. “Yeah. Why?”

He tilts his head slightly. That familiar half-grin on his lips but his tone’s changed. He’s watching you.

“You and Ni-ki aren’t… weird, right?” he asks, eyes full of sympathy.

You laugh. Too fast. Too thin. “What? No. Why would we be?”

His gaze lingers. Not unkind. But not letting go, either. Heeseung carefully explains, “I noticed he keeps trying to talk to you. You keep slipping away. And honestly?”

He shrugs, “You’re being weird with Sunghoon too. If we’re being real.”

You stare at the cabinet. Like it might open up and swallow you whole.

“I don’t care what’s going on. Just don’t let it get messy. Especially not here.” He softens it with a small smile. Like he’s giving you room to save face.

You nod too quickly. Your palms sweaty. And then you join the rest in the living room, plopping in the center of the couch.

By the time the movie starts, the seating’s already sorted. Jay and Jungwon are curled up on the floor with a blanket pulled over their legs, sitting cross-legged with a bowl of popcorn between them. Heeseung and his girlfriend are on the smaller love seat, arms tucked around each other, their view of the TV clear, but not the couch behind them.

And then there’s the main couch. It’s closest to the kitchen, and furthest from the screen. You, Sunghoon, and Niki end up there.

It’s kind of crowded.

Sunghoon claims the far side, legs kicked out. His arm stretches behind your back, lazily. You squeeze into the center cushion. Niki takes the end.

He doesn’t say much. Just sits there. One arm draped along the top of the couch, the other curled into his lap. Eyes half-lidded. Calm.

Rain lashes against the windows as the movie starts, some pretentious black-and-white thing Jungwon begged for. Everyone’s piled into the main room of B2, wrapped in throw blankets, half-limp from sun and salt and too many chips.

You hear a few groans as the movie opens up in a black and white picture and Nosferatu – the oldest version, starts playing.

There’s barely space. The couch is too small. You’re wedged between Sunghoon and Niki. Sunghoon tuggs you into his side, his arm around your shoulders. Niki shifts closer, silent. The blanket from the back of the couch gets pulled over your legs, accidentally shared.

You should say something.

But you don’t. The movie drones on and on. Someone snores lightly. A bowl clinks from the kitchen.

You feel the blanket shift. Niki’s hand brushes yours under the fabric. You flinch but don’t pull away. He pauses, but when you don’t pull back, he takes your hand. Guides it down, slow and steady, until your palm is cupping him through his shorts.

He’s already hard.

Your breath hitches. You glance once toward Sunghoon. He’s half-asleep, lips parted, breath warm on your neck .

Niki leans in, mouth near your ear. “Go ahead. Pretend you’re not dying for it,” He whispers, his breath tickling you neck, goosebumps rise.

His fingers slip beneath your waistband. Push inside.

You gasp, barely. Bite your lip so hard it hurts.

“So wet already,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck. “Are you this soaked from playing the perfect girlfriend? Or because you know I’m going to fuck you right here?”

Niki’s fingers on your clit are slow. Cruel. Tiny circles, teasing, not giving you enough. Just reminding you who can make you this way. Turned into a puddle through simple touch.

The room is dark, except for the flickering light of the movie and the occasional flash of lightning outside. Thunder rumbles low and slow, like it’s warning you. Across from you Heeseung and his girlfriend, curled on a love seat, half-asleep. Jungwon and Jay are tangled together on the floor under a mountain of blankets. And beside you,  too close is Sunghoon, with his arm still lazily slung over your shoulder.

Your head is spinning.

You grasp Niki through his shorts, fondle him. A smile tugs on your lips when you feel him twitch under your touch.

He presses down on your clit more firmly now, finger sliding down your slit to your hole. You subtly scooch closer to him. Sunghoon’s arm around your shoulders slides off, but before he can say something you angle your body towards him and slightly lay your head on his shoulder/bicep. It’s somewhat awkward since you’re’ still in an upright sitting position but you don’t notice any discomfort.

Because Niki’s starts pushing your panties aside. Then, he slowly, forcefully bullies his dick into you. No prep. No fingering.

You nuzzle your head into Sunghoon to prevent yourself from making any noise. He thinks you’re scared of the movie, patting your head while whispering a small ‘cute.’

Meanwhile Niki sheaths himself into you so deep you’re shaking from the stretch. From the silence. From how still he is.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t need to. One arm’s casually thrown over the back of the couch. The other is under the blanket. Hidden, anchored around your hip like he owns it.

Owns you.

And in a way he does, because he starts pulling you closer to him. So much bigger than you, it’s easy for him to do that. You couldn’t stop him now even if you wanted to, your brain turned into mush because of the dizzying and pleasurable stretch of Niki’s dick deep inside you.

“Feel that?” he murmurs near your ear, low enough only you can hear. “No one has a clue. You’re so tiny, I can get away with anything.”

You clamp down unintentionally. He feels it.

His breath stutters. “God. You’re so fucking tight.” He bites down on your shoulder to stop himself from moaning.

You gasp and squeeze your eyes shut. But the tension in your body gives you away. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

His lips graze your ear again, words like smoke and sin “They’re all right here. Sunghoon. Jay. Heeseung. If one of them turns around…”

He shifts inside you, just a little. Grinding his hips frustratingly slow into you “…they’d see the way I’ve got you stuffed full. Dripping. Shaking.”

You dig your nails into his thigh under the blanket. He doesn’t stop.

“I could make you come like this,” Niki breathes, voice darker now. “Without moving. Without touching anything but this.” He squeezes your hip possessively. “You’d fall apart, right in front of your boyfriend. And he’d never know.”

You want to scream. Instead, your breath comes in shallow, silent waves.

“Ignored me all day,” Niki murmurs, his tone bitter now, jagged. “But now you’re letting me fuck you inches from his face?”

The weight of it presses down on you, the reality. The risk. If Sunghoon moved just a little… leaned forward even slightly… They’d all know.

Niki’s hand slides up past your stomach, under your shirt, palming your breast. Rough. Familiar. His fingers pinch your nipple hard and you twitch.

“Say his name,” Niki growls into your neck.

You whisper it. Quiet. Shaky. Like you’re afraid it’ll break the spell.

His grip tightens. “Now say mine.”

You don’t. So he thrusts once. Deep. Sharp.

Your breath hitches, eyes fluttering. A quiet noise escapes before his hand slaps gently over your mouth.

“Say it.”

You do. “Niki.”

His head drops to your shoulder and you feel it in the way he exhales against your skin. Like your voice undid him. Like hearing his name on your lips makes it all worth it. His dick feels even stiffer in you, you push back against his strong frame.

Outside, the rain’s gotten louder, wind pushing against the glass. Inside, the couch creaks once. But no one stirs.

And that’s when he starts to move. Tiny thrusts. Barely-there movements. But you feel all of it. The stretch. The pervertedness. The weight of him claiming you in the same room as everyone else.

He fucks you like it’s punishment. And it kind of is, for running, for pretending, for not saying his name sooner. One hand over your mouth. The other wrapped firmly around your throat, fingers curled just under your jaw like a tether.

And you. You’re falling apart. Silently. Desperately. Completely. Because this isn’t just sex. You’re his. Even here. Even now.

Especially now.

He spills inside of you, biting on your shoulder as he does so. You squeeze your eyes shut so hard the room spins when you open them again. You stay connected like that for the rest of the movie. Niki’s length has gone flaccid, but his girth, his thickness… you still felt too full of him.

By the end of the movie, the room is nearly silent. The credits flicker across the screen in eerie black and white, accompanied by soft thunder outside. Niki slips out, fixing your panties and his boxers. You feel cum ooze out of you, sticking to your panties.  Jay’s asleep on the floor. Jungwon’s curled under a blanket, half-awake. Heeseung and his girlfriend are whispering something to each other, focused completely on one another.

But on the couch you, Sunghoon, and Niki have somehow ended up tangled together.

Sunghoon’s arm is back around you, head heavy against your shoulder. Niki’s hand rests loosely on your thigh, like it’s nothing. Like he didn’t just ruin you in the shadows of this very couch. You’re stiff between them. Smiling. Laughing at something dumb Jungwon muttered as the lights come back on.

You play your part. You always do.

Everyone stands. Stretches. Groggy and full of popcorn, ready to go to bed and collapse. You follow them, grabbing your phone off the counter. Just before you head out, it vibrates.

[seungie 🌀]:

hey glad you and niki are good now things feel less weird hoon looks happy too proud of you 🫶🏽

You stare at the screen. Three words echo in your head like a curse ‘proud of you’. Your heart sinks. Your stomach flips. Niki brushes past behind you as you freeze and you feel the smallest tap of his fingers against your back.

A reminder. A thank-you. A secret. You smile. You type back.

[You]:

yeah. all good now :)

And you follow Sunghoon outside.

You feel different in the morning. You wait for the guilt to hit you, wait for the sense of responsibility to weigh down on you. But it never does.

You feel happy, Sunghoon sees it too, as you eat breakfast with the boys like your body doesn’t still ache from what happened on the couch hours before.

Sunghoon nudges your arm with his and grins around a mouthful of toast.

“Damn, baby. This vacation’s been good to you. You look all… glowy and relaxed.”

You glance at him, hiding a smile in your coffee.

He leans in, peering at your face.

“Like, really pretty. I don’t know — it’s cute.”

You blink innocently. “Must be the ocean air.”

Across the table, Niki doesn’t look up from his plate. He spears a slice of mango, pops it into his mouth.

Then, effortlessly he says “Yeah, she looks good when she’s been taken care of.”

Your breath hitches.

But Sunghoon just nods in agreement, oblivious. “Right? I knew this trip would be good for her.”

Niki’s eyes flick up. Just for a second. Right at you.

And there’s nothing innocent about the smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

Your stomach flips. Not with guilt, not anymore. That’s the strange part. The guilt should be there. But it isn’t.

Maybe it burned off sometime in the night, in the warmth of Niki’s breath on your neck, the ache of him inside you while Sunghoon’s arm was draped over your shoulder. Maybe it’s because Sunghoon still smiles at you like nothing’s wrong. Maybe it’s because nothing feels wrong.

Niki’s just helping you scratch an itch you could never ask anyone else to touch. It’s only physical and you would make sure it would never be deeper than that. You were still Sunghoon’s. And Niki, he’s just helping you scratch an itch. A very deep and needy itch.  

You take another sip of coffee and peek at Niki. He’s licking mango from his thumb. It’s ridiculous, how something so small makes your thighs press together under the table.

“You want the last one?” he asks casually, holding up the final piece.

You shake your head. “All yours.”

His smile is lazy. “Didn’t know you weren’t into sharing.”

Sunghoon, doesn’t look up from his plate. “She’s not. Don’t let her fool you — she’ll stab you over fries.”

“Only if they’re mine first,” you add sweetly, leaning toward Niki just slightly. His knee bumps yours under the table. You don’t pull away.

Eventually, Sunghoon pushes his plate back and stretches. “Alright, I’m gonna shower. You guys start packing, yeah?”

“Sure,” you chirp, too fast.

The moment the bathroom door clicks shut, you glance at Niki.

He’s still chewing, watching you with slow, cautious eyes. Like he doesn’t want to assume anything. Like he doesn’t believe this is real yet.

You stand. Don’t think. Just move.

You pad down the hallway. Leave the bedroom door open just long enough for him to see you slip inside. And you don’t wait.

You strip your shirt first. Then your shorts. By the time he reaches the doorframe, you’re sitting in your and Sunghoon’s bed in nothing but your panties.

He exhales something between a laugh and a curse. Steps in. Closes the door.

“You’re not serious.”

You cock your head. “I’m naked in his bed. What do you think?”

He walks to you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he moves too fast.

His voice is low. Rough. Almost reverent. “You really want this?”

You nod. “I want you.”

His gaze dips to the mattress beneath you. His mouth twists like he’s trying not to smile. “In his bed,” he mutters, half to himself.

You smile, slow and wicked. “Didn’t want you thinking I’d change my mind.”

Niki lets out a breath, close to shaking. Then he laughs, low and stunned.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he says, moving closer. But there’s something in his voice, something cracked open. Relieved, like he was afraid you would run away from him again. It’s like he’s finally sure. Like he finally believes he’s not just your secret, he’s your choice.

You go on all fours, angling your ass towards him. Niki steps closer, softly fondling your ass, as if he’s trying to memorize every curve, every dip.

“Fuck,” he breathes, climbing onto the bed like a man starving. “You have no idea what that does to me.”

He flips you so you’re laying on your back and you grab him by the shirt and pull him down to kiss you.

It’s filthy instantly all tongue, no hesitation, teeth clicking as you both try to taste too much too fast. He groans into your mouth and presses you back into the mattress, body already hard against you.

He bites at your jaw.

You grab his hand and shove it between your legs. “I’ve been wet for you since I woke up.”

His breath stutters.

Then he flips you fast, chest to the mattress, ass in the air. His palms spread your cheeks without hesitation. And he laughs. Dark. Disbelieving.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters. You hear a ripping sound, your panties slipping off of you. And Niki doesn’t even apologize, he just bends down, your ass in his face.

You whimper as his mouth drops down, tongue sliding over your folds, teasing, tasting. Until he’s devouring you from behind. Tongue fucking your pussy, then higher, licking over your asshole like he’s lost all control.

“Niki—fuck—” you gasp, he pushes his middle and ring finger between your mushy walls.

“You let me do this in his bed,” he groans. “So filthy. You want me to fuck you here?”

“Yes—please—” you plead, in hurry now too, Niki scissors inside of you. Prepping you for his thick length.

When he pulls back, he’s stroking himself slowly.

“Bet you’d let me in your ass if I asked nicely.”

You whine, burying your face in the sheets.

His hand comes down on your ass, a soft slap. “Don’t hide now. Not after this.”

“Next time,” you manage. “Just—fuck me. Please.”

“Oh, baby,” he grins, lining up behind you. “I’ll make you beg for it next time.”

And then, he pushes in. All of him, all at once.

No fear of being caught, knowing Sunghoon needs at least 20 minutes to shower. No need to muffle the way your breath breaks. You moan into the mattress, and he just holds your hips tighter.

“So tight,” he growls. “Like your cunt knows who owns it.”

He fucks you hard, dragging your body back into each thrust, hair wrapped in his fist so your mouth brushes his ear when you moan.

“Say it again,” he pants. “Say you want me.”

“I want you.”

“Louder.”

“I want you.”

He flips you again. Your back hits the mattress. Your legs spread wide.

He thrusts in deep and holds.

“Look at me.”

You do.

Eyes locked, he fucks you like it’s the last time. Hard, slow, deep. Like he’s memorizing every sound, every clench, every twitch of your hips under his.

He doesn’t break eye contact. Not even when you come.

Not even when he does, pulling out and finishing across your chest with a grunt, panting above you, his name still wet on your lips.

You don’t wipe it off. You just pull him down. Kiss the corner of his mouth. And stay.

Because now?

Now you’re not pretending. Now you both know the truth. The sheets are still warm when you slip out of bed. Your legs ache. Your chest is sticky. And your heart is an echo chamber. Loud and quiet at once. You don't say anything to Niki as you wipe yourself clean. He doesn't try to stop you. You think he gets it. That you have to reassemble the version of you that belongs to someone else.

By the time Sunghoon comes out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips, you're in a hoodie. Hair damp. Smile practiced. Niki’s gone from the bedroom, like he never came at all.

The front of B2 buzzes with the quiet chaos of departure. Suitcases thud against gravel. The sky is overcast, the air heavy with leftover rain and that weird post-vacation stillness like everyone’s trying to delay the inevitable.

Jay and Jungwon are finishing their last photo op, laughing at the blurry selfie timer results. Heeseung’s girlfriend is squatting next to the trunk trying to zip her overstuffed duffel while muttering under her breath.

Niki is arguing with Sunghoon over who left the aux cord behind. Loudly.

“Bro, I swear I gave it to you yesterday.”

“No, you left it on the porch table. Like a dumbass.”

“You were literally DJing from my playlist.”

“Yeah, because your music’s decent for once.”

“You’re welcome.”

You smile into your hoodie, watching them shove each other lightly between loading bags. There’s no tension between them. No suspicion. If anything, they’re closer after this trip.

A hand on your shoulder pulls you out of the moment.

It’s Heeseung.

“You good?” he asks softly.

You nod, almost too quickly. “Yeah.”

His gaze holds steady. “You seem lighter.”

You blink.

“Whatever was going on before…” He glances toward Niki who’s now making a dumb face at Sunghoon behind the car, then back to you. “Glad you figured it out. You look better.”

There’s a beat of silence. A breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You smile, soft and quiet. “Thanks, Heeseung.”

He just nods.

Eventually, the group breaks apart with lazy goodbyes. Jay hugs you like a big brother. Jungwon thanks you again for organizing everything. Heeseung’s girlfriend waves from the passenger seat, already applying lip balm.

And then it’s just the three of you left.

Sunghoon slaps the roof of the car like a dad and grins. “Alright, losers. Time to hit the road.”

You’re halfway to the front seat when Niki tugs the door handle ahead of you. “Shotgun.”

Sunghoon narrows his eyes. “You’re seriously calling it?”

“You drove my playlist into the ground,” Niki shrugs, already sliding in. “This is penance.”

Sunghoon groans but gives in, climbing into the driver’s side. “Unreal.”

You climb into the back, the leather still warm from the sun.

Niki glances back at you briefly. “You sure you don’t wanna swap?”

You smirk. “I’m good for now.”

Sunghoon starts the engine, windows cracked to let in the humid breeze. As he pulls onto the road, the bungalow shrinking behind you, Niki kicks his feet up.

“Try not to get carsick this time. I’m not cleaning anything,” Sunghoon tells him, teasingly.

“I’ll throw up on your playlist.”

Niki glances back at you, smirking. “Last chance, you sure you don’t wanna sit up front? Might get lonely back there.”

You smile lazily, stretching out. “I like the view from here.”

“Thought you get crancky in the back,” he says, twisting around in his seat just a little.

You tilt your head. “Only when I’m bored.”

He raises an eyebrow. “So basically whenever Sunghoon talks.”

“Hey,” Sunghoon says, starting the engine. “Disrespecting your driver? Bold move.”

“You’re not a driver,” Niki fires back. “You’re a menace with a license.”

“Keep talking and I’ll hit every pothole from here to Seoul.”

You laugh, light and unbothered, resting your head against the window.

Niki glances back at you again, conspiratorial. “If I end up puking, I’m aiming for your knees.”

You deadpan, “Joke’s on you. I brought wet wipes.”

He mock-gags. “You’re disgusting.”

“You started it.”

Sunghoon cuts in with a snort, shaking his head. “God, you two are so annoying.”

But there’s no edge to it, just fondness, worn-in and easy. You catch the way his reflection softens in the rearview mirror, eyes crinkling slightly. His shoulders relaxed.

He’s happy. They both are. And so are you.

The road curves out of the bungalow’s driveway, tires crunching over wet gravel. Trees blur past. It’s quiet, save for the faint hum of the engine and the soft playlist Sunghoon has playing. One of those moody acoustic mixes. Your throat tightens at the lyrics.

Niki shifts in the passenger seat beside Sunghoon, exhaling sharply. He leans his head back against the headrest, eyes squinting toward the window.

“Dude,” he says after a beat, voice low and a little strained. “I think I’m getting carsick again.”

Sunghoon turns briefly to glance at him, brows pinched. “Seriously? You were fine earlier.”

“Yeah, well,” Niki sighs. “Something about your tragic-ass music and winding roads. Not vibing.”

“You’re so dramatic,” Sunghoon mutters, but he’s already pulling over.

You stay quiet, curled against the side window in the back, pretending to be asleep.

“Is she out?” Niki asks, peeking behind the seat.

Sunghoon lowers his voice. “Looks like it. Just crash back there, it’s fine. But if you puke on my upholstery—”

“I won’t,” Niki says, already unbuckling his seatbelt. “I’ll aim for your sweater.”

Sunghoon groans as Niki climbs out and slides open the back door. You don’t open your eyes, just shift slightly, your legs curled up.

Niki settles in next to you without a word, sitting directly behind the passenger seat (you’re behind the driver’s seat). Carefully. Quietly. The door shuts, muffling the outside world again.

“Better?” Sunghoon calls back once they’re moving again.

“Yeah,” Niki answers, voice relaxed now. “Much.”

You don’t reach for Niki. Not at first. Not until twenty minutes pass and the silence gets thick again. You shift in your seat. Let your hand rest on his thigh.

He doesn’t move. Doesn’t even blink.

You lean in anyway, close enough for your breath to brush his jaw. “You’re quiet.”

No answer. You squeeze gently. “Pretending to sleep?” A beat. “Or just sulking because I didn’t kiss you goodbye?”

You feel it, the slow inhale. The way his body tenses just slightly under your touch.

“You’re gonna drive me crazy,” he murmurs finally. Voice low. Rough. But quiet enough that Sunghoon, humming along to some song up front, doesn’t notice.

You smile. Let your fingers trace idle shapes over his thigh. “You knew what this was,” you whisper. “You knew I wasn’t done with him.”

He doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t argue. But after a second, he turns his head, eyes half-lidded and focused fully on you. “I didn’t think you’d do this.”

You just tilt your head. “Do what?”

“Pull me into his bed,” he says, voice like gravel, “then hold my hand in the car like nothing happened.”

You shrug, eyes sparkling. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

A dry laugh escapes him. No humor, just surrender. “I don’t even know what I am to you.”

You lean in. Closer. Your lips graze the edge of his jaw.

“You’re mine,” you say softly. “Even if I don’t belong to just you.”

His hand finds yours again, locking your fingers together, tighter this time. Not asking, just taking. Letting himself want, even if it’s not enough.

“You’re messed up,” he mutters, almost fondly. “You know that?”

You grin. “And you’re still here.”

He huffs a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah,” he says. “I’m still here.”

And he will be. Even if he’s just your secret. Even if it eats him alive. Because this time, he doesn’t let go. And neither do you.

[sanriomilk]

hi petunia 😍🪨

MY TWIN FUCKING HACKED MY DISCORD AND NAMED ME PETUNIA PEBBLESTONE 😠😠😠😠

[sanriomilk]

this is basically a vent because idk but i just feel.. unsafe.

i use discord as my means of texting most of the time, and i had this friend named Caleb !. me and him got along pretty well. he liked the groups i stanned, music i listened to, our personalities clicked.

i was over at my friend's house today and used her desktop for vocal lessons. but i felt like going on discord for the simple reason as checking in case i had new messages. and she was the person behind caleb ! one of my best online friends who i haven't met yet. i felt so betrayed. i already struggled with trust issues that are deeply rooted in familial reasons, ex friends, encounters, etc. she knew about my life and how my trust was. and now i viewed not only her as untrustworthy but every online friend i have encountered.

when i confronted her, she wrapped her arms around me in a headlock and choked me, knowing damn well i was epileptic. it could've triggered something. i could have died. but it was just a joke to her.. i was just overreacting, and it was all about me. that alt account was cause she was bored.

🧼