shuaaaaaaaaaaaa

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

the gazes oml

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

ahem ahem, just a little flashback that fang had when peem mentioned that.

UGH BUT AOUBOOM IS SO RAWRWHEJEJSJSNSNSNE

(excuse the bad editing, i tried)

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

double the trouble, twice the fun | b.sk c.sc

when a mistake ruins an already terrible day, there's two people ready to make it better for you

pairing: boo seungkwan x f. reader x choi seungcheol genre: crime au, smut warnings: kissing, killing, guns, uses of daddy and puppy, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie wordcount: 4.6k a/n: this was supposed to be a present for @hannieween for new years but i guess better late than never lol. happy valentines bbygirl i hope this ruins your day!

"We should get out of here," Mingyu says, standing up to grab his sniper off the ledge of the roof.

You had missed.

He packs his rifle into a hard case as you stay kneeling in shock, rough with the way he pushes it into its designated slot and clicks the case shut, slinging it over his shoulder like a backpack. "Earth to Venus, let's go," he says, bringing you out of your stupor.

You clamber to stand up, hands shaking as you gingerly set your rifle inside its case before throwing it over your shoulder like Mingyu.

You were 8 years old when you first shot a gun.

It was a foggy Sunday morning. Shaken out of your sleep, a jacket and earmuffs were shoved your way and next thing you knew, you were being driven to an abandoned barn on the outskirts of town.

Your father, a stoic bearded man with a gaze icy enough to freeze Calcifer, silently pressed a 9mm bronze pistol into your hands. It looked massive compared to the tiny thin fingers clutched around the handle. The metal was cool to the touch, a feeling you'd never forget.

The clicking of a lighter rang through the silent morning as your father lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag before breathing smoke out of his nose. He motioned his hand at something behind you and you tore your eyes away from the smoke wisping around his head.

Behind you, far on the other side of the barn, was a dummy. Or at least, that's what you supposed it was. It couldn't have been more than, say, 10 feet away. Dry hay bundled together with zip ties in the shape of what resembled a human body. A black target symbol was misshapenly drawn on a sheet of paper and tacked onto the "head."

You turn the gun over in your hand, chewing your lip. You'd never shot a gun before. What if you missed? Or worse, what if you missed and the bullet ricocheted off of one of the beams, hitting your father? The gun felt like a pound of bricks in your hand, and the thought weighed in your brain, equally as heavy.

There was a low grunt as your father shuffled to stand next to you. The lit cigarette stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he pulled a similarly coloured bronze revolver out from his pocket, aiming the barrel at the dummy, then pulled the trigger. With a bang, a single bullet shot through the air and straight through the paper-target-hay-dummy. The dummy tipped back from the force before falling forward, standing still and upright He took another slow drag of his cigarette, smoke blowing out into the cold air.

You didn't want to let him down and, wordlessly as he may be, you knew exactly what he wanted from you at that moment.

As you tried to mirror the way he stood, feet planted shoulder-width apart, he watched. Watched, the way your hands trembled to hold the gun up. Watched, how you swallowed nothing as you found your target and locked in.

Watched, as you pulled the trigger.

You're quiet on the ride back home.

Mingyu hums along to a soulful voice crooning the latest pop hit through the radio, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to match the beat.

Reeded wetlands soon turn into highrises as the car descends back into Seoul. Brightly lit signs reflect off the car window and you stare out into the city, watching as people come in and out of bars and clubs.

Normally it'd be you behind the wheel, but you hadn't trusted yourself. Accidentally killing Mingyu in a car crash would truly be the cherry on top of today's rotten cake and, thankfully, Mingyu was more than happy to take over..

It wasn't like you to put your life in anyone's hands but your own. At least, not since your father had died.

Cops had come, knocking at your door in the wee hours of the night. He jumped off the roof of an abandoned building. Paramedics didn't get there in time. We're sorry for your loss. You'd scoffed, even at 16 you could smell the stench of foul play.

It was the nail in your coffin for how truly alone you were in this world.

Your father, dead. Your mother, never in the picture to begin with. Friends? Ha, in your fucking dreams.

Though he may have left you all alone, he didn't leave you completely empty-handed. Your father left behind exactly two things: one, the small hovel you'd called home your entire life, and two, his bronze revolver.

The flat was easy enough to get rid of. Sold under the table to some shady "realtor" who most likely didn't even pay half of what it was actually worth, but you weren't complaining. That black cash kept you afloat for a long time.

As for the revolver, you used it for what you'd hoped your father would have wanted you to.

You used it to find yourself a job.

It started with odd jobs and always with someone different—you never worked for the same man twice. The first few didn't even pay you properly but you used the cash you had to bounce around town, staying hidden in the shadows of the city. Most of the time, finding the poor sucker was half the battle, all they'd give you was a name.

It wasn't long till word got around the city of a new hitman—hitgirl—who worked so eerily similar to a man they'd known to be dead. You'd begun to make decent money, but that didn't stop you from flat-hopping. You liked your anonymity. The detachment from people around you. In a sort of backwards way, it was the most comforting part of your life.

A few years back, when you were recruited into SVT as their resident sniper, Mingyu tore through that comfort with large garden shears, hacking away with impudence only a 6'3" man could hold. Show me how to shoot. I want to become a marksman. I heard you're the best. Left on the floor were scraps of a lonely little girl. A girl who wasn't even remembered, so she couldn't be forgotten.

Dokyeom, or Smiley Dokyeom as you liked to call him, is waiting in the front hall when you two pull into the driveaway. He thinks he's being slick, but you see his round eyes peek through the window of the front door.

You don't wait for Mingyu to put the car in park, manually unlocking the door to get out, not bothering to grab your rifle from the back seat.

The front door to the house opens before you can even grab the doorknob. Dokyeom has his signature wide sunshine smile as he holds the door open for you. You stalk past him without even a glance, and you don't see the way his smile drops. As you slip into your room, you hear Mingyu, "Don't take it to heart DK, she's just—" You don't wait to hear him finish, closing the door behind you with a resounding slam.

You tear your clothes off, stumbling as your arm gets stuck taking off your shirt. Kicking the pile into a corner, you pull on an oversized sleep shirt and ungracefully fall face-first into bed.

Today has been a terrible day. An awful day. A downright atrocious day.

From the moment you awoke, nothing has gone your way.

First, you're pretty sure something was growing in the milk carton this morning. Smiley Dokyeom was supposed to have cleaned the fridge out so that he and Mingyu could do a grocery run later this week. Well, he didn't. And now, the last bowl of Cheerios was covered in fuzzy green stuff.

You had to go sans breakfast, a fantastic start to your morning.

Second, your holster suddenly broke at its seams, falling apart into two and forcing you to keep a pistol in your waistband.

Third, Mingyu and his too-long-for-anyones-good legs had tripped you going up the stairs. He'd caught you before you keeled over the edge of the stairwell and fell to your death, but the same could not be said for the pistol that slipped out of your waistband. Luckily, it didn't go off when it hit the ground.

And fourth, your magnum opus. The pièce de résistance.

You. Had. Missed.

This was a first. Never, within your memory, had you ever missed a shot on an assignment.

Best sniper in Seoul, your ass. You were pathetic. A disgrace. A blight on your team.

How the fuck could you miss. You scream into your pillow and burrow further into your blankets, rolling around till you're burrito-ed into them.

As hired hitmen, the job was rarely as simple as today's. SVT was not a particularly large organization, but you lot could handle more than one would think. Each of the 14 members had their own specialities. You were their designated lead sniper, with Mingyu as your second when you needed one. Dokyeom is an accountant by trade, taking care of any and all transactions, always keeping the money flowing into SVT, always needing to know how the job went. But don't let his sunshine smile fool you, he's got the knife work to rival that of Mr. Lecter, and has no problem utilizing it.

There are more though.

Need to break into someone's computer system? Need to find someone on an airplane manifest? Woozi, the tech god, is your man. Need someone beaten up within an inch of their life, but still keep that life? The8's got a mean right hook.

Today's job was elementary: find the two marks, kill them. Truly could not get any simpler than that.

The first shot went straight through the window, shattering it, then barely grazing the mark's shoulder. The second, into his head, right between his eyes. However, there never should have been a second—

There's a knock at the door.

You lay still in your bed, letting your breathing go even, hoping whoever it was would turn around and leave.

Rap, rap, rap. A pause. Then the door opens just enough for The8 to pop his head in.

"He's asking for you," says The8.

You groan, rubbing your hands over your face, "Tell him I'm preoccupied. Too busy planning my own funeral."

"Tell him yourself," he deadpans and then does the worst, leaves without closing the door.

You kick yourself out of your cocoon of blankets. As if today could not get any worse, you were about to get a talking-to.

Begrudgingly, you drag yourself up to the fourth floor, where there is only one door at the end of a long and winding hallway. His door.

When you go to knock, you find it's already open and you push through.

The room is empty. A tall lamp sits in the corner, casting a faint amber glow atop a velour reading chair. Near it, a massive california king sized bed, neatly made, corners drawn tight. The window behind it is open, letting a cool breeze flow through the room. A shiver rolls down your back, and the hairs on your arms stand up.

"Boo," a voice whispers, hot breath fanning across your ear.

You react instantly, swivelling around to grab at the intruder. They sidestep your reach, grabbing you by the arm and spinning you back around, keeping both your arms bent behind you.

"Oh, you are off your game today," they drawl. Boo Seungkwan. You struggle in his hold, trying to elbow your way out of it, but his grip is tight and unrelenting.

Boo Seungkwan. President. CEO. Leader. The boss man. Whatever you want to call him, he's in charge. The top dog calling all the shots.

"I am not off my game," you hiss. "It was one mistake."

A shove from behind, and you're falling to the floor, letting out an oof as you hit the ground. You scramble to sit up on your knees, pulling at the hem of your sleep shirt to cover yourself as much as possible.

"Yes, but you don't make mistakes, do you?" He says, voice mirthless.

You bow your head, giving it the smallest of shakes.

His hand is back, this time roughly gripping your chin and forcing you to look up into his eyes.

Dark, sharp eyes, mildly shaded by dark inky hair with strands of grey coming through. You drop your gaze lower to his full cheeks, and plush, full lips.

You gulp.

"Look at me when I ask you a question." Seungkwan squeezes at your jaw, the pads of his fingers digging into your cheek, then throws your face aside,

"So?" He says, not sparing you a single glance as he takes his jacket off, going to hang it in the armoire. He bites the finger of one of his gloves to pull it off, pulling the other off with his free hand. "Give me your report, pup."

You keep your eyes trained on him, watching intently as he unclasps his watch, setting it down next to the gloves. "Woozi procured information this morning that Kang Juyeon and Lee Kangin would be meeting today. He gave a location and a time. Once Mingyu and I confirmed the location, we used a nearby building to take them down from afar. On the way up, we unfortunately lost a pistol. While taking out one of the marks, I missed my first shot and released a second bullet to kill them. Both marks died on the scene and there was no evidence of us left behind.

"Except a pistol."

Your jaw clenches, "The pistol is untraceable, both by make and bullet. We have also taken extreme caution to prevent any fingerprints from being left behind."

Seungkwan nods as he unbuckles his belt, pulling it off and meticulously rolling it up before setting it inside the armoire.

"And do you feel today's assignment was successful?" He asks, unbuttoning his pants and slowly peeling them off.

Your breath hitches at the sight of his toned thighs, "N-no."

"No?" Seungkwan quirks an eyebrow at you.

"We completed our assignment today, yes." You hesitate for a moment, chewing your lip, "But, with today's mistake, I would not consider the assignment a success."

Seungkwan tilts his head, staring you down while clad in nothing but tight black boxer briefs and a fitted white crewneck. "I see."

He does not elaborate and, instead, saunters over to the bed, taking a seat at the foot.

"Come here," he commands. You make to stand up and Seungkwan shakes his head, clicking his tongue with a tsk, "Stay on your knees."

Your mouth dries up, and you nod, leaning forward onto all fours. As you crawl over to him, a cool breeze floats across your barely clothed pussy, and you pray no one else walks in, feeling unbelievably exposed.

Seungkwan leans back on his hands, his honey thighs spread apart before you, cock bulging against the black cloth of his boxer briefs.

"Get up." You start to stand. "And take those off," he says, motioning to your lower half.

You falter, "My panties?"

Seungkwan's eyes darken, "Don't make me ask twice, pup."

Your fingers hesitate with the waistband of your panties, before pulling them down and letting them drop to the floor, stepping out of them.

"Good girl," he says in a low voice. The praise goes immediately to your core, and you can feel yourself getting wet.

Seungkwan pats his thigh silently, and you don't need him to tell you to know what he wants.

You climb up onto the bed, straddling his thigh with a knee on either side. The second the cool, smooth, expanse of his skin touches your bare pussy, you shudder,

"Ride me puppy."

You start to move, bracing yourself by bringing a hand to his shoulder.

Seungkwan watches you like he's assessing you. As though he's a professor and you're grades are dependent on how well you cum on his thighs.

He flexes his thigh and your hips stutter, if only for a moment, and then continue grinding, dragging yourself back and forth along his thigh. As your pleasure builds, little gasps start to leave your mouth. Each drag brings you closer and closer to the peak and your fingers dig harder into his shoulder.

Any thoughts about today's assignment are gone as your mind clouds over. Just as you feel as though you're getting close to the edge, Seungkwan's hands come to either side of your hips, stilling your movements and holding you in place. When you try to move, his fingertips dig in, forcing your hips to stay still.

Though he makes no inclination, you know he can feel the way your pussy pulsates against his thigh and, for a moment, you wonder if you could clench against his thigh in place and bring yourself to orgasm that way.

"Don't even think about it," he says in a low growl.

A whine leaves your lips and your forehead drops to his. "Seungkwan, please," you whimper. Seungkwan lets your little breaths skate across his face before leaning up to close the distance between your lips, leaving a chaste kiss, a rare moment of softness.

"Go on," he says firmly, loosening the hold on your hips.

Slowly, you begin to gyrate. You can hear how wet you are with every roll of your hips. Seungkwan flexes his thigh muscles once more, and you let out a gasp that soon turns into a breathy moan, "Fuck, that feels good."

Again, Seungkwan stops you, hands digging into your hips. You nearly cry out in frustration, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, and your chest undulating with every breath. You understand now that this is a punishment.

There's a sound at the door, and someone hurries in, bag crashing against the doorway as they step through.

"Are you starting without me?" says a deep voice hurriedly. Choi Seungcheol.

Choi Seungcheol. Cocky, rowdy, hammer enthusiast, boxing enthusiast, Seungkwan's right-hand man, and menace to society.

There's a clunk as his bag hits the floor, and footsteps pad across the room till a warm body presses up against your back, boxing you in.

"I can't believe you started without me, hyung." His fingers play at the hem of your shirt, and you raise your arms so he can pull it off, tossing it aside. You're wearing nothing underneath and your bare nipples perk at the sudden exposure. "But, god do I get why."

Seungcheol cups your breasts from behind and begins playing with your nipples, pinching and rubbing them between two fingers. His hands don fingerless gloves, and the cool leather leaves a trace of goosebumps wherever they touch your skin. He leans down to suck little kisses down your neck and on your shoulders. You throw your head back against his chest, mouth parted to let out quiet whimpers.

"Gods, you sound so good for us, pup," He hums into your shoulder and the vibrations go straight to your pussy. "Why don't you go ahead and cum for us then?" You look to Seungkwan, your eyes heavily lidded in lust, waiting for the okay.

Seungkwan, who's been quiet, gives a short, barely there, nod. He reaches his hand up to cup your jaw and slips his thumb into your mouth.

It's all you need and you begin to roll your hips against Seungkwan's taut thighs, pleasure coursing through. You give his thumb a harsh suck and a moan as the wave of your orgasm comes crashing down.

Any chance of some post-nut clarity is gone as Seungkwan grabs you by the back of the neck with his free arm and rips you away from Seungcheol, rolling you over onto the bed. Your head barely touches the mattress before Seungkwan's thumb is replaced by his lips, thighs quivering as Seungkwan's clothed cock grinds into your sensitive pussy.

Seungcheol fumbles around in the background as he tries to get undressed as quickly as possible, thumping against the dresser as he struggles to pull off his last pant leg.

At the sound of something clattering to the ground, Seungkwan sucks harshly at your bottom lip. His hand finds its way down between your legs, fingers coating themselves in your arousal before pushing a digit in.

You shudder against his lips as he pushes another finger in and begins pumping them at a glorious pace.

"You'll let us do anything to you, won't you pup?" Seungkwan curls his finger inside you, deliciously hitting your g-spot and you cry out, hips rising off the bed. "Answer me," he growls.

"Oh, oh, I—yes. Anything. You can—oh—do anything."

Seungkwan seems to like this answer, as his lips curl up into a sneer. He has you writhing under him as he begins to move his fingers faster.

Your walls spasm as you squeeze your eyes shut, overwhelmed, cumming all over his fingers. He pumps you through your high and when you open your eyes, Seungcheol is standing next to the bed, completely naked, hard cock coated in his precum as he pumps it in languid strokes.

Your mouth starts watering at the sight. Seungkwan gives your pussy a tight slap, as if to remind you who's still in charge, and it stings deliciously.

"Come here," Seungcheol says. Seungkwan climbs off the bed without saying anything and you take his lack of argument as an okay. You roll over to crawl to Seungcheol and he bends down to capture your lips in a kiss. His hand slides into your hair, gripping it tightly and giving it a slight tug as he nips at your lower lip. He stands straight again and tips your head back the slightest bit, "Open up, pup."

You open your mouth, like the good pup you are, and Seunghceol nudges his mushroom tip against your open lips. You suck around his tip, lapping at his cockhead with little kitten licks. He holds the back of your head, slowly pushing his cock in deeper and deeper. He then starts to thrust, slow at first, then picking up speed. Your jaw aches trying to accommodate his girth.

"Shit pup, god gave you that filthy mouth just for daddy's cock, didn't he?" says Seungcheol, holding your head with both his hands and fucking faster into your mouth. You can't stop the desperate moan that comes from your throat and it's enough to send Seungcheol over his edge. He curses, holding your head still against his cock as cums into your mouth and down your throat, the excess dribbling out and making a mess down your chin.

Seungcheol's breathing is heavy as he pulls out and you stick a tongue out to lick up the cum that's escaped your mouth. He lets out another curse and swoops down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

When you separate, Seungcheol looks at you with a look that can only be described as hungry. But he doesn't act on it. He knows how far he's allowed to go today.

"She's all yours hyung," Seungcheol says over your shoulder before stepping away, and heading to go shower. You feel the bed dip behind you and you turn to see Seungkwan, shirt and boxer briefs discarded, cock hard, angry and pink.

Seungkwan makes no effort to be as gentle as Seungcheol was, roughly pushing you back onto the bed and your legs apart. He rubs the length of his cock up against your folds, letting your creamy wet ess coat him and you mewl when his head nudges your sensitive clit. Then, he lines up against your entrance and pushes in, all in one go. He hisses as your walls squeeze around him, sheathing him like a glove. Your hips swivelling to get his cock in deeper as he begins to thrust. Seungkwan lifts one of your legs, as he slams into you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You cry with each thrust.

"You're so fucking tight," Seungkwan hisses, grunting with each thrust. A cacophony of your moans, his grunts, and the slapping of skin on skin echo through the room and you wonder if Seungcheol can hear it over the sound of his shower.

Seungkwan's hand travels up past your breasts and grips the lightest of holds on your neck, but it's enough to have you tipping into hell, your eyes rolling back over the heightened pleasure. At the feeling of your walls convulsing around his cock, Seungkwan lets go too, shuddering from his orgasm as he cums inside you.

The two of you lay there for a moment, skin to skin, as you both breathe heavily from both your orgasms. He slowly pulls out, using two fingers to scoop up his cum leaking out of you and pushes it back into your pussy. You whine at the sensation, your pussy sensitive from the overstimulation.

Seungkwan lets you lay in the sheets, your energy spent. He throws half the comforter over you and crawls off the bed. You feel yourself drift off to dreamland for just a moment before being awoken by the sound of Seungcheol coming out of the bathroom. He's only donning a towel around his hips, chest glistening with a sheen of moisture.

Seungkwan stands by bathroom the door. "Come here, pup," he commands. You swear your legs are made out of jello but you also know he doesn't like asking twice. You do your best to walk over without collapsing and Seungkwan takes you into the shower.

The shower is one of the few places Seungkwan lets a soft side out. He lets the water spray over you and starts with your hair first, lathering shampoo in it. The feeling of him massaging the shampoo into your scalp is soothing and you close your eyes for a moment.

He tucks a wet strand behind your ear, "About today's job, pup."

Your eyes fly open, "Yes?"

His gaze flits between your eyes, bringing a hand around to cup your cheek. "Get it together. Don't let it happen again." He pats you firmly on the cheek twice.

"I—yes sir."

Seungkwan is satisfied with your answer and finishes rinsing you off. Then he ushers you out, preferring to clean himself up alone and join you both in bed afterwards. You dry yourself up and wrap a fluffy black bathrobe around your naked body.

Seungcheol's already in bed, having finished changing the sheets and switching out the comforter for a new one. He flips the edge of the comforter over so you can slide in next to him. You slip your robe off, letting it fall on the floor, and get in.

Seungcheol lets you run your hand down his body, feeling that he's completely naked, and also completely hard. You know what comes next, turn over to face your back to him. Then you feel it, the press of his hard cock against the back of your ass as it finds your folds. As he rubs his cock against your entrance, he reaches an arm around to rub languid circles against your clit. You feel arousal pooling once more between your legs and you let out a gasp as Seungcheol slips his fat cock in, pushing into the hilt.

Seungcheol stops the fingers on your clit, instead bringing the arm around your waist and pressing a soft kiss against your bare shoulder.

"You did well today, pup. Go on, go to sleep now"

a/n: i hope y'all liked this :3 i feel like seungseung couple is so underrated so this is my horny love letter to that hehe. pls let me know your thoughts and feelings and what nots!!!! id love to hear any feedback u guys have! thank yoooou, daisee out~

© ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO CTRLALTDAISEE I DO NOT ALLOW TRANSLATIONS, CONTINUATIONS, REIMAGINATIONS, OR REPOSTING OF MY WORKS ON THIS OR ON OTHER WEBSITES

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

✩₊⁺⋆tattoo☾⋆⁺₊✧

seoksoo au⋆⁺₊

genre: fluff

Joshua shivers slightly when Seokmin’s fingertips trace over his ribs, featherlight and reverent. He’s lying on his back, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across his skin. The room is quiet except for their steady breathing, the world outside slipping away as they get lost in each other.

Seokmin has always been affectionate, but tonight, he’s extra gentle—his touch lingering, his gaze soft with something deeper than admiration. His fingers graze over Joshua’s Gemini tattoo, tracing the delicate lines with such care that it makes Joshua’s breath hitch.

“You really love this tattoo, don’t you?” Joshua murmurs, his voice tinged with amusement. Seokmin hums, leaning down to press a soft kiss just beside the ink. “Of course I do,” he whispers, his lips brushing against Joshua’s skin. “It’s a part of you.” Joshua chuckles, but it comes out a little breathless. “It’s just a tattoo, Seokmin.”

Seokmin shakes his head, propping himself up on one elbow to look into Joshua’s eyes. “No, it’s more than that.” His fingertips trace over the design again, like he’s memorizing every curve, every line. “It’s something you chose for yourself. Something that means something to you. So it means something to me, too.”

Joshua feels warmth bloom in his chest, spreading through his veins like sunlight. He’s used to Seokmin’s sweetness, but sometimes it still catches him off guard—how easily Seokmin loves, how freely he gives his heart.

Seokmin leans down again, pressing another kiss to the tattoo, then another, and another. His lips are warm, his touch unhurried, and Joshua melts under the affection.

“You’re ridiculous,” Joshua murmurs, his hand finding its way into Seokmin’s hair, fingers threading through the soft strands.

Seokmin grins against his skin. “And you love me for it.”

Joshua laughs softly, tugging Seokmin up so their faces are inches apart. He brushes his thumb over Seokmin’s cheek before whispering, “Yeah, I really do.”

And when Seokmin kisses him, slow and full of devotion, Joshua knows he wouldn’t want it any other way.

𐙚───────────────────ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹

my heart is so 💔

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

bonus~

──────────────────────

Just as Seungcheol leans in to steal another slow, lingering kiss, the worst possible thing happens.

The front door swings open.

“Oh, come on—AGAIN?!” Joshua’s voice rings out, full of mock exasperation.

Seungcheol freezes, lips still barely touching Jeonghan’s, while Jeonghan simply blinks up at him, completely unfazed. Slowly, they both turn their heads toward the source of the interruption.

Standing in the doorway, arms full of takeout bags, Joshua, Minghao, and Mingyu stare at them with a mixture of amusement and mild horror.

Mingyu, ever the dramatic one, covers his eyes with one hand. “WHY is it always the couch?! This is a shared space!”

Minghao sighs, setting the drinks down on the coffee table. “Seriously, can you two not keep your hands off each other for one evening?”

Joshua, looking far too entertained, smirks. “At this point, we should start charging you guys rent for the living room.”

Jeonghan, completely unbothered, stretches lazily beneath Seungcheol, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You could’ve knocked, you know.”

Minghao scoffs. “We live here.”

Seungcheol groans, flopping onto Jeonghan dramatically, face buried in his boyfriend’s neck as he mumbles, “I hate all of you.”

Jeonghan pats his back comfortingly. “It’s okay, baby, I still love you.” Then, he looks directly at their three members and grins. “You guys can just pretend you didn’t see anything.”

Joshua snorts. “No chance.”

Mingyu shudders. “I need brain bleach.”

Minghao shakes his head, already digging into the food. “I’m just taking the dumplings. You two can go back to whatever grossly affectionate thing you were doing—preferably not where we have to see it.”

Joshua laughs, Mingyu grumbles, and Minghao walks off with his prize. Meanwhile, Seungcheol just lets out a deep sigh, while Jeonghan smirks up at him.

“Should we take this to the bedroom, then?” Jeonghan teases.

Seungcheol groans again, but he can’t stop the smile creeping onto his face. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love me for it.”

Seungcheol just leans in, pressing one last kiss to Jeonghan’s lips before pulling him up. “Fine. But we’re locking the door this time.”

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

𐙚─and you love me for it─ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹

jeongcheol au🩷

genre: fluff

bonus~

──────────────────────

Seungcheol barely had a chance to breathe before Jeonghan is all over him - limbs tangled, arms wrapped securely around his neck, and lips pressed firmly against his. they're sprawled out on the couch, a forgotten movie playing in the background, but neither of them cares.

"Jeonghan," Seungcheol mumbles between kisses, his voice slightly breathless. "You're so clingy today." Jeonghan hums, pulling back just enough to grin at him, fingers lazily tracing the curve of Seungcheol's jaw. "am I? or are you just weak for me?"

Seungcheol sighs, pretending to be exasperated, but the way his hands settle on Jeonghan's waist, keeping him close, betrays him. "you know I am. you take full advantage of it too" Seungcheol pinches Jeonghan's nose.

Jeonghan giggles, his breath warm against Seungcheol's lips. "of course, you're the most comfortable pillow I have." to prove his point, he nuzzles into Seungcheol's neck, pressing soft, lazy kisses along his skin.

Seungcheol lets out a quiet groan, tilting his head slightly to give Jeonghan more access. "you're impossible," he mummurs, running a hand through Jeonghan's soft hair.

"and you love me for it." Jeonghan teases, shifting so he can press another lingering kiss to Seungcheol's lips, slow and deep, like he has all the time in the world.

Seungcheol smiles against his lips before flipping them over so Jeonghan is pinned beneath him. "I do" he whispers, brushing stray strands of hair from Jeonghans face. "so much that it's ridiculous."

Jeonghan smirks, pulling Seungcheol down by his neck, "then show me." and so, Seungcheol does - filling the living room with nothing but the sound of their love.

────────✩₊⁺⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧─────────

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

♯┆studio serenade .ᐟ ★

a little soonhoon au <3

genre: fluff, domestic romance

𐙚───────────────────ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹

Universe factory, Jihoon’s studio is his sanctuary, a space where music comes to life. It’s also where Soonyoung loves to be the most—whether he’s actually needed or not.

At first, Jihoon found it distracting. Soonyoung would bounce around the room, humming random melodies, attempting (and failing) to help with lyrics, or dramatically flopping onto the couch when Jihoon ignored him for too long. But over time, Jihoon realized that Soonyoung wasn’t there to be a distraction—he was there because he loved being close to him. Jihoon pretending to be annoyed but secretly loving Soonyoung’s presence.

Now, it’s become their routine. Soonyoung brings snacks (usually too much), makes himself comfortable on the couch, and watches Jihoon work with adoration in his eyes. Sometimes, he dozes off to the sound of Jihoon’s quiet humming, his head resting on his folded arms. Late-night studio sessions where Soonyoung falls asleep on the couch, and Jihoon drapes a jacket over him. Other times, he gets up and wraps his arms around Jihoon from behind, swaying slightly.

“You’ve been working too long,” Soonyoung murmurs, chin resting on Jihoon’s shoulder. “Take a break with me.” Jihoon sighs, but a smile tugs at his lips. “You just want attention, don’t you?”

Soonyoung grins. “Maybe. But I also just like being here—with you.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes but doesn’t push him away. Instead, he leans into Soonyoung’s warmth for just a moment before pressing play on the track. “Alright, then tell me what you think of this.”

And Soonyoung listens—not just because he loves music, but because he loves the way Jihoon pours his heart into every note.

──────────────────────

The soft hum of Jihoon’s newest track fills the studio, blending seamlessly with the warmth of Soonyoung’s quiet presence. He’s sitting cross-legged on the couch, watching Jihoon work with a lazy, lovestruck smile, eyes heavy with sleep but refusing to leave.

“You know,” Soonyoung says, stretching his arms before standing up, “I think this song is missing something.” Jihoon doesn’t even glance at him. “Oh? And what would that be, Mr. Performance Unit?”

Soonyoung grins and leans down, wrapping his arms around Jihoon from behind, his chin resting lightly on Jihoon’s shoulder. “A kiss for inspiration.” Jihoon snorts, fingers pausing over the keyboard. “That’s not how producing works, Soonyoung.”

“Are you sure?” Soonyoung murmurs, tilting his head slightly to press a soft kiss against Jihoon’s jaw. Jihoon stiffens for a second, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans into it, his breath hitching when Soonyoung plants another kiss—this time, just below his ear. “Soonyoung…” Jihoon sighs, turning slightly in his chair. His protests die the moment Soonyoung captures his lips in a slow, lingering kiss. It’s soft, unhurried, and full of the love they never quite say out loud. Jihoon’s hand instinctively reaches up, fingers curling around the fabric of Soonyoung’s hoodie, pulling him closer.

Soonyoung smiles into the kiss before pulling back slightly, their noses brushing. “See? I bet you feel ten times more inspired now.” Jihoon rolls his eyes, but the faint blush dusting his cheeks gives him away. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love me for it,” Soonyoung teases, pressing one last peck to Jihoon’s lips before retreating to the couch again, stretching like a content cat. Jihoon exhales, shaking his head with a fond smile. Maybe Soonyoung was right—maybe love was the best inspiration after all.

──────────────────────

bonusᡣ𐭩

Jihoon is still leaning into Soonyoung’s warmth, their lips moving together in a slow, affectionate kiss, when the studio door suddenly swings open.

"Jihoon-hyung, do you—OH MY GOD!"

The panicked voice of Seungkwan shatters the moment, followed immediately by Seokmin’s high-pitched gasp. Jihoon and Soonyoung freeze, still tangled together, eyes wide in horror as they turn to see the two vocalists standing in the doorway, looking absolutely scandalized.

Seokmin slaps a hand over his mouth, dramatically stumbling backward. "I can’t believe this! In the universe factory?! Where music is made?!"

Seungkwan, equally dramatic, clutches his chest. "This is a sacred space! I feel betrayed!"

Jihoon groans, burying his face in Soonyoung’s hoodie. “I swear to god, if you two don’t close that door and walk away—”

“NO, NO, we’re leaving!” Seungkwan yelps, grabbing Seokmin’s sleeve and pulling him back. “But just know—we saw everything!”

The door slams shut, leaving Jihoon and Soonyoung in stunned silence. Then, Soonyoung starts laughing—deep, breathless giggles shaking his shoulders as he clings to Jihoon, who only groans louder.

“I hate them,” Jihoon mutters, still hiding his burning face. Soonyoung grins, pressing a playful kiss to Jihoon’s temple. “You love me, though.” Jihoon exhales, reluctantly pulling back to glare at him. “Unfortunately.”

Soonyoung only beams, already plotting how to make their next kiss interruption-proof.

the endᯓᡣ𐭩

i just love soonhoon sm :( im gonna explode

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Enemies to lovers?

i hope I didn't ruin the story line here 😭 enjoy~

Part 1 Part 2

1.4k words

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

After Jeonghans very much needed cold shower, he got out of the bathroom dressed in a random t-shirt and some cheetah printed shorts. "Please don't tell me you're wearing that for later" you looked up from your phone. "I'm not stupid enough to wear my cheetah printed shorts to the gathering later, I'll change in a while" he said as he threw his towel on his suitcase.

You hummed and continued using your phone, but you were caught off guard when you heard a thud. "Oomph" Jeonghan was face first on the floor, he tried to jump on the bed but he completely missed. "Oh my lord, are you okay?" You got on the floor to check on him. "Yeah I'm fine" he cleared his throat in embarrassment as you helped him off the ground. You made him sit on the edge of the bed as you checked up on him "does it hurt anywhere?" You said, slightly concerned. "Not really, I think I just bumped my forehead" he said sheepishly, he was rubbing his forehead to soothe the pain.

"Why did you even do that?" You raised your eyebrow at him "don't know" "wow-"

➽────────────────────❥

After dealing with the Jeonghan falling situation, you guys finally left your room to meet up with others at the beach. He thankfully changed his clothes. He was wearing a plain buttoned up t-shirt and some black slacks, whereas you were wearing a sleeveless summer dress which was slightly short.

"How's your forehead?" You asked as y'all made your way through the hotel lobby. "Oh, it doesn't hurt now. That whole incident stays between us" he warned. "Or what?" You looked at him "I'll steal all your plushies and burn them" "okay wow rude, it's not like I was gonna tell anyone" you rolled your eyes.

Finally you both reached the beach, everyone was already there. "Took y'all long enough" Soonyoung spoke. "We honestly thought you two weren't gonna make it" Joshua chuckled approaching you both. "Well let's just say Mr. Cheetah pants over here had an incident." You side-eyed Jeonghan, Jeonghan rolled his eyes "at least we're here" "someone's salty" "shut up Seungkwan"

You and Jeonghan then parted ways, he was talking to Seungcheol and Wonwoo. "So what actually happened that made you both come late?" Seungcheol asked Jeonghan "I tripped over the bed and fell" he said nonchalantly as he sipped his canned beer. Wonwoo and Seungcheol looked at him, their mouths slightly agape. "Are um you okay..?" Wonwoo asked. "Hm I'm fine, my forehead was slightly red earlier so she was helping me." "Oh she helped?" Seungcheol with a smirk, holding his can of beer. "Nothing like that happened, Cheol. Honestly wished it happened though" both Wonwoo and Seungcheol choked on their drinks.

You on the other side were talking to Mingyu and Joshua. "So how's it going with Jeonghan?" Joshua asked. "You're asking as if I'm dating him' you rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your drink. "Wait y'all are not?" Mingyu asked, slightly surprised. "Yeah..why?" "We saw y'all kiss in the bus though" it was your turn to choke on your drink. "You did?!" You asked while coughing "everyone saw y'all kiss, Hun" you were speechless, you couldn't help but feel flustered. Joshua and Mingyu caught on to your expression "you like him, don't you?" Joshua asked in a teasing tone. "nO i don't, you're delusional" your voice went an octave higher. Mingyu smirked "oh yeah sure sure, you totally don't like him" you smacked his arm.

"Just admit it, you like him right?" Joshua asked you, helping Mingyu rub the place that you hit. You sighed "I mean he's not a bad guy, he's cute and his hair is nice." You rambled on, before looking at Joshua and Mingyu in front of you. You cleared your throat "it doesn't change the fact that he's an asshole" you avoided eye contact with both of them. Joshua and Mingyu smirked at each other "so you like him and he likes you" Joshua spoke. "He likes me?!" Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth. They both nodded "why do you think you both became partners for this trip? It was his idea" Mingyu said. It all makes sense now.

After a while, Seungcheol gathered all of y'all to start the barbeque party. "So who wants to be in charge of grilling the meat?" Seungcheol asked "Jeonghan and I can do it" Seokmin volunteered "I'll help them both also" you volunteered as well, from the side of your eye you noticed Jeonghan raising his eyebrow. "Maybe Seokmin can help Shua with the other food" Mingyu signalled Seokmin something, which he understood "Ohhh sure I'll help him with that." You felt like beating up Mingyu at that point.

Everyone went to do the things they were assigned to do, you helped Jeonghan to bring over the meat while he was setting the grill. You placed the meat down on the table nearby, watching him start the fire. After he started the fire, he started grilling the meat. "Can you just fan the fire so it's stronger?" He asked for your favour, passing you a paper plate. You nodded, fanning the fire with all your might. "Okay when I meant stronger I didn't mean start a whole forest fire-"

The whole meat grilling session was quiet, only the sounds of the fire cracking. "Get the plate" he ordered you, you hummed as you passed him the plate. "You know" you started off, causing him to raise his eyebrow at you while he was still grilling the meat. "I know it was your idea for us to partner up together" his eyes slightly widened "w-what do you mean?" "Joshua and Mingyu told me" Jeonghan was cursing them both in his head.

There was no point in denying it, he let out a sigh "yeah.. it was my idea" he didn't look at you, he just continued grilling the meat. "Why did you suggest it?" You knew the reason but you wanted to hear him say it. "You really want to know?" He asked while placing the cooked meat on the plate. "Yes, tell me" you folded your hands over your chest "are you sure?" He asked while closing the grill "yes, Jeonghan just tell me" you sighed. "Are you really really sure-" "I'm gonna make you burn your hand in that grill". He chuckled "it's because I like you, and I don't think you feel the same. So I asked Seungcheols help to make us partners" he explained "I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by doing something you didn't like" he kept apologizing.

"Stop apologizing" "no, I have to apologiz-" you cut him off by kissing him. His breath hitched and his eyes widened, before he could do anything, you pulled away. He was flustered, he cleared his throat. "SEOKMIN AH, MINGYU YA can y'all grill the remaining meat, me and y/n have something to discuss with each other." He dragged you away to bathroom near the beach, not waiting for a reply from them. Oh they knew what was gonna happen.

He didn't spare a second and started kissing you once you both were in the bathroom. Your hands gripping his hair, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips moving against yours in a gentle yet passionate manner. Jeonghan's hands traced a soft path up and down the small of your back, and he pulled you even closer, eliminating any space between you. As the kiss continued, Jeonghan deepened it, his tongue slipping past your lips to gently explore your mouth. He let out a soft moan, the sound sending shivers down your spine as his fingers tangled in your hair.

Jeonghan pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he panted. "I think I know that" you smiled innocently at him. "We should go or else they'll suspect something, knowing how they are" you said, still clinging onto him. He whined "do we really have to?". You chuckled "yes we have to." You leaned close to his ear "maybe we can continue this in our hotel room later" you smirked, walking out of the restroom. "Daring, I like it" Jeonghan followed you behind, his arm around your waist.

[shuaaaaaaaaaaaa]

Enemies to lovers?

Hihiiii this is my first story and I had so much fun writing it^^~ this story randomly popped up in my head and I just had to hshs, hope you enjoy~~

Part 1 Part 2

2.1k words~

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You were part of an exclusive club in your college with 13 others. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Joshua, Junhui, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Minghao, Mingyu, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Hansol and Chan. You're close to everyone, except one. Jeonghan. He was a pain in the ass, he loved teasing you and getting on your nerves. You both loved bickering a lot and getting into unnecessary fights with each other. It happened often that the others were used to it. You guys were going on a trip to the beach as y'all managed to collect the club money and stuff.

All of y'all agreed to meet outside the college in the morning with your luggage. You were the second person to arrive outside the college after Jeonghan. You saw him and rolled your eyes, he didn't notice you as his eyes were glued to his phone. You adjusted your tote bag on your shoulder that was filled with your necessities and dragged your luggage to where Jeonghan was standing. "You're surprisingly early." you said to Jeonghan, not looking at him. Jeonghan eyes moved from his phone screen to you, taking in the view that was next to him. "I'm surprised you even showed up. Damn.. your outfit.." Jeonghan let out a whistle. You were wearing a white dress adorned with a playful cherry print. It has a fitted bodice with a gathered bust and thin adjustable straps. The waist is cinched, leading to a flared, short skirt that moves lightly with each step. You glared at him and took a step away from him, waiting for the others to come.

What seemed like 10 years (it was only 10 mins) all of y'all finally gathered up. "Is everyone ready to leave? The bus will be here in 2 minutes. Don't leave anything behind because this is a 3 hour trip, we won't be stopping for anything." said Seungcheol, the president of the club. Everyone nodded and talked amongst themselves while waiting for the bus. While you were scrolling through your phone, Joshua approached you. "You look really good in that dress" he complimented. You smiled "aw thanks Shua, you look really good in that outfit as well". As you were conversing with Joshua, from the corner of your eye you saw Jeonghan glaring at you both, which you found really weird but you shrugged it off.

After a while, the bus arrived. "Everyone settle down please" Seungcheol spoke, getting everyone's attention. "For this trip, everyone has a partner assigned to them. So wherever you go, you'll have to bring that person with you. So I'll announce everyone's name." Everyone turned to look at Seungcheol, "first up, Seungkwan and Hansol, Chan and I, Soonyoung and Jihoon, Seokmin and Joshua, Mingyu and Wonwoo, Jeonghan and Y/N." Seungcheol announced everyone's one partner. Everyone was satisfied except for Jeonghan and you. "Seungcheol, why would you do this to me?" You grumbled. Jeonghan rolled his eyes "just shut up and deal with it" he tsked, you glared at him before before groaning. "Okay enough, everyone get in the bus and sit next to your partner." Seungcheol ordered everyone.

The bus finally took off after everyone settled down in their seats next to their partners. your seat was placed all the way at the back, you were sulking because you still had to sit with Jeonghan. "You look stupid while sulking" Jeonghan who was already seated spoke, not looking up from his phone. "Shut up" you rolled your eyes and sat down on the seat next to him. "Seungcheol I'll never forgive you for this" you mumbled to yourself

For once Jeonghan wasn't actually bothering you, he was just minding his own business while listening to music. You decided to listen to some music too but your dumbass forgot to bring your earphones. "Could this day get any worse" you grumbled. Jeonghan eyes diverted to your devastated state, he scoffed "what happened now?" He asked, pausing his music and taking out one side of his earphones. "I left my earphones at home" you groaned, burying your head into your hands. Before Jeonghan could say anything, someone beat him to it. "Y/n, are you okay?" asked Mingyu, you shook your head "I left my earphones at home" you pouted. "Oh, wait let me check if I brought my spare-" "just share mine" Jeonghan cut mingyu off and placed the earphone he had in his hand into your ear. "but I don't listen to-" you tried speaking "just search up your playlist, I listen to anything" Jeonghan said nonchalantly as he passed you his phone. You were caught off guard by his behavior but brushed it off. You searched up your playlist and played it, you passed him his phone back. He hummed and looked out the window.

An hour passed and y'all were still on the road. You were getting sleepy, you tried resting against the seats but the road was bumpy and it was so uncomfortable. Jeonghan noticed and made you lay your head on his shoulder. Your eyes widened, you looked at him "what are you doing?" you asked. "Just shut up and sleep, you look like a zombie" he made you lay your head on his shoulder again. You wanted to say something but you were too tired, so you just kept quiet and rested on his shoulder. The music was still playing through the earphones and you dozed off on his shoulder. He looked over at your sleeping state and he felt his heart skip a beat, why was he feeling like this? Don't you both hate each other? Jeonghan's mind was flooded with all those thoughts. He brushed them off and laid his head on yours, slowly falling asleep.

Seungcheol walked up to both of your seats cause he wanted to ask Jeonghan a question. "Jeong-" he paused as he saw you both sleeping on each other's head. Seungcheol smiled and brought out his phone to take a picture of you both. He smiled as his plan worked, he made you both sit together so that y'all would get along. Seungcheol decided not to disturb you both and went back to his seat.

You slowly stirred in your sleep and looked around you, your eyes widened as you saw Jeonghan leaning on you. You shrieked and pushed his head a bit too hard resulting in him hitting his head against the window. Everyone turned their attention to you both. "What the fuck was that for?" Jeonghan asked as he rubbed his head, groaning. "Why were you resting on me?!" "I didn't realise, I was too tired. It's not a big deal." "It is a big deal!" You slightly raised your voice. "How is it a big deal? Besides I allowed you to share my earphones and lay your head on my shoulder" he looked at you with his eyebrows raised. You tried to say something but you just ended up turning red and kept quiet. Jeonghan smirked to himself as he saw your state.

"How long is it gonna take till we reach there?" Soonyoung asked, impatiently. "We'll reach there in 1 and a half hour time" Seungcheol yelled from the front seat. You groaned and slouched back into your seat. The music was still playing through his earphones that you were wearing. You looked over at Jeonghan who was sleeping peacefully, the sunlight glowing onto his flawless face. You couldn't help yourself but to just touch his nose. (Idk why but his nose is JUST so cute AHAHSJSSHSHSH) Jeonghan flinched and woke up, you were caught red handed.

Jeonghan looked at you with his eyebrow raised "mind explaining?" "Uh..." You trailed off, your face turned red in embarrassment. "I'm sorry" you said with your head down. He made you look at him by lifting your head with his finger "why are you sorry? You should explain why you touched my nose." He said in a slightly cocky tone. You were speechless, your face and ears were turning red. He noticed your flustered state and smirked, tucking your stray hairs behind your ear "you look like those cherries on your dress" he chuckled "you know, you're actually really cute but I don't know why you hate me" Jeonghan spoke, removing earphones from both yours and his ear.

You thought you misheard him, but no. "what..?" Your voice came out in a whisper. "You heard me right" Jeonghan says, maintaining eye contact with you.

He noticed that the bus was going into a tunnel. He looked around the bus to see if anyone was looking at y'all, but everyone was paying attention to other things or sleeping. "Fuck it" Jeonghan mumbles, you furrowed your eyebrows. The bus went into the tunnel, making your surroundings dark and you felt something on your lips. You froze. Yoon Jeonghan, the guy you apparently hate was kissing you.

You don't know what got into you but you kissed him back, closing your eyes. You must've caught him off guard by doing that. Jeonghan pulled away from the kiss as the bus got out of the tunnel, light filling the bus again. Jeonghan smirked as he brought his thumb to your lip "your lipstick smudged" he wiped the excess lipstick with his thumb. You let out a small squeak before hiding yourself into your hands.

"어? 부끄럽냐? You didn't seem shy when you kissed me back" Jeonghan whispered into your ear. You smacked his arm before hiding yourself into your hands again. "Ah" he rubbed the spot you hit. Throughout the whole ride, Jeonghan kept teasing you.

"Guys wake up, we're already here!" Seungcheol alerted everyone. You grabbed your bags and sprinted out off the bus. Jeonghan chuckled as he grabbed his bags as well. "Did you do something?" Seokmin asked Jeonghan. Jeonghan ran his fingers through his hair while smirking "nah nothing, may or may not have kissed her." "wHat-"

"Okay everyone gather up and stand next to your partner please" Seungcheol spoke. Jeonghan stood next to you, you took a small step away from him. He just smirked and turned his attention to Seungcheol. Seungcheol started announcing everyone's room number, "Jeonghan and Y/n, room 1004." You and Jeonghan nodded. "You all can go settle down in your rooms now, later at 6pm everyone has to gather up at the beach" Seungcheol dismissed all of y'all.

The walk to your room was silent, you were struggling to roll your luggage because of your goddamn tote bag that won't stay in place. You groaned as you adjusted the bag one last time, it was no use. Jeonghan looked over at you, one of his hands in his pocket as he dragged his suitcase. "Need help?" He asked. "No, I'm fine" you adjusted your tote bag again. "I know you're independent but you're clearly struggling" "let me be independent" Jeonghan snatches your luggage from you and dragged it with his, walking to your room. "hEy-" you caught up to him "you don't have to help" "shut up" "ok"

You both reached the room that was assigned to you both. You unlocked the door with the card given, your jaw dropped. "There's only one bed" "what". You entered the room and so did Jeonghan, you closed the door behind. "I'm gonna ambush Seungcheol." You threatened "I honestly don't mind sharing" Jeonghan spoke as he placed yours and his luggage aside. You raised your eyebrow "no it's okay, I'll sleep on the couc-"

"no"

"what do you me-"

"no"

"Stop cutting me of-"

"no, we're sharing the bed and that's final."

You rolled your eyes "fine, whatever."

"I'm gonna shower first" you said, getting out your towel from your luggage. Jeonghan hummed as he laid on the bed, using his phone. You went into the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

Jeonghan kept his phone down as he heard the shower running, he placed his arm over his forehead. He was thinking about the kiss you both shared, he couldn't help but smile. Damn, he wanted to kiss you again. He was too deep into his thoughts and didn't realize that you were calling out to him. When you came out of the bathroom, You were wearing a cream coloured dress which had lavenders on it, the dress had bow-tie straps and slightly exposed your cleavage.

Jeonghan looked up at the sound of the bathroom door opening and immediately his eyes widened, noticing the dress you were wearing and how good you looked in it. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, until you yelled out his name and told him to shower, “A-ah yeah I’ll do that now….” He said as he quickly got up from the bed, trying to hide how flustered he was, trying to keep his cool as he walked into the bathroom. He got into the shower and tried to push away the images of you.