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[silvergyus]

guys yeonjun is gonna have his own yeonjun album with his own yeonjun songs and his own yeonjun music video and dance practices and behind the scenes and writing and producing and making it his own 🥹

[silvergyus]

hiii love! do u have any wips :P?

Hi anon!! Yes sooo many 😭

these 3 are the main ones I'm working on

but I also have two drabbles inspired by me getting new glasses 🤓

please send good vibes my way so I can finish these!!

[silvergyus]

he just has very sensitive tear ducts cr. namuspromised, 0613data, jung-koook

[silvergyus]

thinking about sub soobin where everyone thinks he’s the dom hehe ,, his gf so much smaller than him always sitting in his lap or being hugged from behind, he’s so soft for her :(( and she drags him around like he’s on a leash

sub soobin who literally towers over you whenever you’re walking side by side, hand much larger than yours as you hold onto each other but for some reason you’re the one always dragging him and his long limbs around !!!

When his friends are over for movie night and you’re propped prettily in his lap to squeeze them all up on the couch he’s always pampering you like a princess, soft kisses to the crown of your head, a blanket covering the both of you and he’s Always getting teased by his friends. Especially when he shows up with a hickey on his neck, but it’s not there for the reason they’re thinking !! Yeonjun teasing him for being too rough if you’re biting into his shoulder harsh enough to leave such a mark, laughing when soobin gets shy and goes quiet without denying nor confirming his allegations. But when he arrives home he becomes ten times softer than he already is with you, not even for a best boyfriend of the year badge but he’s literally just so needy for his gf’s attention, like imagine sub!soobin laying next to you in bed and whispering small compliments to get you to focus on him, but when you’re still not finished calling your friend on the phone he resorts to rubbing himself up on your leg !! Like ackkk !!! and when you finally do give into his whiny complaints you spare him the littlest bit of attention, flipping him around onto his back and slotting yourself onto him but making him do all the work while you finished creating plans with your gfs!!! Poor soob just can’t get off without your help and on the rare occasion that he does he just doesn’t know when to stop bucking his hips and ends up overstimulating himself >< Gets so so shy when he shows up at Beomgyu’s apartment the next day and they spot a glimpse of all the marks littered over his chest and stomach when his shirt rides up during a game of twister with the rest of the boys !!

man do i love sub soobin

[silvergyus]

Playing with it soft with txt??

S-soft ⁉️ This is very unique…

nsfw/mdni, descriptions of flaccid penis, oral (m.rec), hand jobs, somnophilia, shower sex

Yeonjun

Amused by the idea when offered

Slowly gets hard but not quickly, he kinda likes the feeling of his soft dick in his hands

Giggly or sly smirk, eventually falters when he feels the blood rush to his cock

Your freaky ass finds yourself between the legs of your boyfriend, looking up at him sweetly yet not-so-innocently. Yeonjun smirks, a defensive mechanism he has to hide the blush forming on his cheeks, and tries to play cool. “What does my baby want?” He asks. You shrug playing with his waistband, “I want to suck it while it’s soft.” With a quirk of his eyebrow, he takes a single second to think about it. There’s no way he’ll say no to your throat.

Lifting his hips to help tug his pants and underwear down, his shaft bends towards you. Like a kid in a candy store, you lick your lips preparing to take him in. A weird sensation on both ends, but both of you could get used to it. Letting his dick fall on your lips, struggling to guide it into your mouth. The more you playfully blow him, the more the man’s moans fill the air. With small jerks of his hips, you feel his pulse against your tongue. His dick gets fatter the longer you suck down. Looking up, Yeonjun’s once amused face was now contorted, slack-jawed, engulfed by pleasure.

Soobin

Surprised but not against it

You’ll have to hit him a few times before he lets you do it iykwim

He’s so sensitive, whining/whimpering/groaning at the sensation of his soft dick in your hands

On the way to the beach, making your boyfriend drive to get the use of his new driver’s license. An hour in a road trip, you two have already talked your ears off, conversations about anything and everything. Thoughts start to slow pace as the quiet tune of the stereo relaxes you both.

You look over at your beautiful boyfriend, messy hair hanging along the frames of his glasses, an elbow on the window seal, and his hand on the wheel, while the other hand his relaxed on the bottom of the wheel. Stretching your hand out towards him, Soobin thinks you’re about to hold hands. You slap it away to get to your initial destination. Resting right on top of the soft bulge of his pants. Soobin jolts in his seat, fixing his posture. “Will you let me play with it?” You ask. “W-with what?” He stuttered causing you to smirk.

Slipping your hand into his pants, you palm his dick. A whine slips from his lips and his eyes widen to focus on the road. You continue to play with him softly, which makes Soobin learn to like the playful feeling. Until you pinch his tip, the man squirms in his seat as you both feel him getting hard. Thankfully you arrived at the beach safely but you two didn’t go into the sand right away. Not when you had to fix what you caused.

Beomgyu

He’s been waiting for this

Thinks it’s all fun and games until it’s not. Not when he gets hard so fast you’re wondering if he could ever be soft around you

We know he’s a texture guy, so I could see him touching you casually as you do the same to him

A bored and lazy day on the couch. Throughout the hours you two have been scrolling through your phones not paying attention to the TV playing in the background. A day off for Beomgyu usually meant a day of sex with you, but he decided today wasn’t going to be that type of day. Until…

He looks over to you mindlessly watching the TV, the phone sits away from you. “What’s up?” Beomgyu asks reaching for your hand, rubbing the smooth skin. “Went through my whole feed, now I’m bored.” You pout. Beomgyu continues to stroke your hand as thoughts form in his head. Without words, he takes your palm under his sweats and leaves it there.

Looking at the man stunned yet keeping your position. Beomgyu acts nonchalant, “You said you’re bored, so you can play with me,” he says putting his attention back to his phone. “Really!” You gasp with a huge smile, as if your boyfriend just gifted you a surprise present. You continue watching the TV, but focus more on the soft shaft. Massaging it with your fingers then your palm, eventually giving his balls attention too. Beomgyu shifts in his seat, and you can hear small huffs coming out of him as he tries to focus on his phone.

Taehyun

Gives you that sassy disgusted look

Doesn’t understand the appeal when you bring it up. Isn’t an erected dick nicer than a flaccid one?

But ends up liking it, feels so warm in your soft hands. Makes him feel giddy and loved.

You two have been dating for a while so there comes a question to be asked. Is it ok to get yourself off with your partner while they’re sleeping? And both of you say, free use… But here’s the catch, Taehyun always wakes up first, and especially when he has morning wood, you’re waking up mid orgasm.

When you wake up early morning, you’re surprised that you’re up before sunrise. Even more surprised that you can’t fall back to sleep. However, a thought pops into your head. Rolling on your side to face your sleeping boyfriend sprawled out on the bed. You scoot closer to his body, your hand slithers down his torso then dips into his underwear.

Wrapping around his soft member, your smile brushes against Taehyun’s shoulder. Milking and bouncing the shaft playfully, the man starts to shift in his sleep. Puffs of air slip out of his partly closed mouth. You feel his shaft twitch, rising as it gets hard in your hand. You coo watching Tyun’s eyebrows scrunched as you begin to stroke him. A squint of his eyes to you announced his awareness.

Huening Kai

No questions asked, he loves the idea

He’s a pervert ofc he’s letting you touch his dick whenever

Relishes in the feeling, so sensitive that he tries to remember the feeling of your fingers on him soft before he’s hard

Slipping into the shower with your boyfriend has become a casual thing. Steam steam-filled room with your steamy man that you seem not to want to take your hands off of. Some showers end with sleepy cuddling sessions and some showers end with a second round. This time you can’t tell where the night will take you.

Squirting body wash on your hands, you quickly rub the sweet scented soap into Kai’s skin. Your hands rub against his shoulders, chest, then down to his belly. Kai was too entranced by your soothing massage, eyes closed, unaware of where your eyes were. Your eyes were right at his dick, sitting big and pretty even soft. A smirk creeps up on your face as your soapy hands slide down to his dick.

Kai gasps, eyes darting below where your hand lathers his cock with soap. He was stunned of course but he wasn’t going to complain. Not when your hands kept slipping and sliding from the silky soap. You continue your movements, distracted by the bubbles forming and the sweet song of Kai’s moans. It was your turn to be stunned by the string of cum coming out of he’s even though he’s still soft. Looking up, you’re faced with a sheepish look on Kai’s face.

[silvergyus]

he what

guys i am on txt spoiler-free lockdown, so PLEASE tag ur concert spoilers + let me know what tags so I can block them 🙏 thank u I want the whole show to be a surprise if possible

[silvergyus]

guys i am on txt spoiler-free lockdown, so PLEASE tag ur concert spoilers + let me know what tags so I can block them 🙏 thank u I want the whole show to be a surprise if possible

[silvergyus]

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[silvergyus]

Not to be pornographic but you should lay your head on my chest so I can slowly play with your hair and scratch your head and caress your neck until all your muscles relax then I'll kiss your forehead

[silvergyus]

Rescue fox hybrid Yeonjun’s first Christmas

note: I wrote this a while back while I was away from tumblr and was just writing aimlessly for myself trying to get back into it. Inspired by this thought I had about @bambiihee and my rescue fox hybrid Yeonjun head canon. It might seem a little weird to post something Christmas themed in the middle of the year, but I mentioned it and got some asks to post it, so here it is!

warnings: hybrid content in the context of hybrids being mostly human with animal ears/tail and traits/senses. Yeonjun is a little clueless as he is only recently adopted and living with a human but it’s cute? Sfw

word count: 722

"Why is there a tree in the living room?" Yeonjun asks, his eyes slightly wide as you look up from making hot chocolate to find him standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

You smile fondly at his confused expression. "That’s for Christmas," you explain. "We're getting ready for the holidays. We usually decorate the tree and hang lights around the house."

He blinks somewhat incredulously, his fox ears twitching atop his head. "You say I can't bring sticks into the house but then you bring a whole tree inside?"

"That's different," you answer, trying to hold back a laugh. "This is a Christmas tree, not just any stick. It's part of the tradition."

He nods, his lips pursing in a way that you can tell he’s just pretending to understand, but thinks that this is just another one of your silly human ideas. "So I can bring sticks inside now?"

You stir the pot of hot chocolate while considering his question. "Maybe we'll make an exception just for Christmas."

Yeonjun’s eyes light up, his ears perking. He smiles excitedly, turning and disappearing from the doorway, leaving you to your pot of simmering chocolate and quiet amusement at his adorable antics.

❊

When the hot chocolate has been ladled into two mugs and is just almost cooled enough to sip, you hear the front door open and close, followed by the sounds of Yeonjun kicking off his boots and shuffling around the living room. When you enter the room to investigate what he’s up to, you find him standing beside the tree with an armful of sticks.

A laugh of astonishment bubbles up in your throat at the sight. “Looks like you’ve been busy.”

"These are all the sticks I found on our walks that you said I had to leave behind. I remembered where I left each of them," he says happily.

“I’m impressed you managed to carry them all at once,” you muse as you cross the room towards him. His tail swishes proudly at your words. You pluck one of the sticks from the pile and turn it over in your hand, an idea flashing in your mind.

Reaching into a box of decorations hidden behind the as of yet untrimmed tree, you find some red ribbon. You deftly tie the ribbon around the stick into a small bow and hold it up for Yeonjun to see. “What do you think?” you ask as you hang the now festive twig on a branch of the Christmas tree.

Yeonjun’s ears perk interestedly.

An hour later, the tree is decked out in Yeonjun’s decorated sticks, glitter and fake snow plastered to his fingers. It’s a little unconventional and there is hardly any room for your usual ornaments, but you don’t care. Seeing Yeonjun happy is all that matters to you.

You begin to move towards the kitchen to microwave the forgotten hot chocolates, pondering whether this might become a new Christmas tradition for the two of you. Yeonjun starts to follow, but he spots something shiny tucked under the tree. "What's that?"

You turn to see him crouched to inspect a small wrapped box, its gold paper catching the light. "Oh, that's your present."

His head tilts slightly and he looks up into the tree. "Did it fall out of there?"

Your head shakes in amusement as you wander back towards him. "No, I hid it there for you to unwrap on Christmas morning."

He blinks. "Why under a tree?"

"That's where presents belong," you explain, scooping up the package and holding it out for him. "It stays under there until Christmas morning."

He curiously takes it from your hands and you half expect him to shake it to hear what might be inside. Instead he gazes at it, then you, looking unsure as to what he's supposed to do with it. You can’t help but wonder how he will react when he wakes up one morning to find many more presents waiting for him. The holiday feels new and exciting experiencing it through Yeonjun’s eyes for the first time.

"Trust me, you'll understand once you get to open them. It's all about the magic of Christmas," you promise, ruffling his hair.

He nods, but clearly thinks human traditions are strange.

Bonus:

"How come that tree had to die for Christmas?"

[silvergyus]

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big stretch

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omg thank u sm for reccing my fic!! 🩷🩷

ᴄʜᴏɪ ʙᴇᴏᴍɢʏᴜ ꜰɪᴄ ʀᴇᴄꜱ ! ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 𓍯

𓍯 stranger things - @bb-eilish (mentions of death, vecna, the stupid fucking grandfather clock, sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, dom!gyu, sub!reader,mutual pining, condom use)

𓍯 gamer beomgyu - @minnieves (lays her down on the bad and fucks her throat while standing up)

𓍯 pairing: boyfriend!beomgyu x reader - @beomglocks (smut, a little bit of edging, squirting, fingering, oral (f receiving), brief mentions of piss)

𓍯 thigh riding - @vngelgyu (reader is turned on but doesnt want gyu to stop playing his game)

𓍯 𓆩♡𓆪 mutual masturbation ` w/beomgyu ! - @hyufucks (mutual masturbation (duh), fingering, handjob, swt/swt dinamics, cum play/eating)

𓍯 chapstick challenge w/ beomgyu ♡̩͙ˊˎ! - @delcakoo

𓍯 🏷️ f!reader, unprotected sex, mild choking - @planet-dusk

𓍯 are you sure? - @tyunslvr (you just can’t seem to believe that your boyfriend likes you as much as you like him)

𓍯 ૮ ◜ᵕ◝ ㅅ ა tangled ?! | choi beomgyu. - @cyjlovebott (idol!beomgyu & hairstylist!reader)

𓍯 take a photo - @silvergyus (beomgyu likes to record when he fucks you from behind)

𓍯 memory - @sunflwryu (warning: yandere)

𓍯 [#EADCC3 ] — choi beomgyu - @spookybias (yandere, creepy behavior, kidnapping, very brief mention of stabbing someone)

𓍯 back into you - choi beomgyu - @tubatwo (beomgyu is a sweetheart and you just want to be his friend)

𓍯 YANDERE!BEOMGYU - @hyewka

𓍯 ⸻   *  ❪  ❀  …  ROSE - @appleofthemoon (oh dear, it looks like death has parted you and your lover. don’t worry, beomgyu is here to make you whole again)

𓍯 · ° . ࿐𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩����𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 | C.BG - @boba-beom (when the love of a best friend exceeds, it’s time to confess to him first. however, you never knew he had fallen for you from the very start)

𓍯 dry humping w/ beomgyu - @hyuk4sbf (sub!beomgyu x gn!reader)

𓍯 perv!gyu - @hyewka

𓍯 the ole pervert neighbor trope - @sunghoons-mole (as you are struggling to carry a load of laundry across the parking lot back to your apartment, your neighbor spots you - short shorts, ass swaying left to right... and comes to the conclusion that it would be wrong to follow you back to your place....right?)

𓍯 Milkshakes - @kimberrysunwoo (retro “date” with beomgyu)

𓍯 totally unlabeled kisses - @heart2beom (in which you and beomgyu teeter between being normal best friends and well...best friends who makeout from time to time)

𓍯 the suitor. - @mazeinthemoon (despite being one in five suitors for your royal highness, prince beomgyu makes it his mission to have you fall in love with him.. even if it means being clingy)

𓍯 sub bully yandere beomgyu - @imrllytootiredforthis (Tries bullying you for attention but fails horribly after you responds back even worse)

𓍯 !!he gets me so high- c.bg smau - @bgomtori (you've been friends with beomgyu ever since kindergarten, the two of you have been attached to each other by the hip, everyone thinks that you're dating but youre not. maybe there are hidden feelings you two hide between each other? maybe you two secretly fawn over each other when the other isnt look)

𓍯 THE BOY WHO CRIED WOLF. - @hannie-dul-set (swearing, beomgyu is embarrassing)

𓍯 emo boy beomgyu - @koqabear (The day of your one-year anniversary with Beomgyu was expected to be spent away from each other— but not if either of you can help it, far too in love to let anything get in the way of you two)

𓍯 the only exception | beomgyu x reader - @byeomtori (love at first sight au, summer love thingy, lots of reference to paramore's the only exception and txt's our our summer, pda)

𓍯 𓂂. ✉️ יִ sextape, c. beomgyu - @jeongin-lvr (𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄! 𝗀𝗒𝗎，𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌 + 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌，𝖽𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗑 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾，𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄，𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄，𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄)

[silvergyus]

my sunday driver

in which sunday driver was actually written about you and soobin's first road trip together...

word count: 720

style: drabble, headcannon idk i wrote and this came out

now playing: sunday driver by tomorrow x together

a/n: this is not a soobin only blog i promise, but he's just so cute omg

a/n: also! do people from the other taglist want to be tagged in all future works or should i open something separate for that ??

────── 〔✿〕──────────── 〔✿〕──────────── 〔✿〕──────

When Soobin was first asked to write a solo song for the new album, his mind didn’t immediately go to melodies or metaphors.

It went to you.

To that first road trip you took together — the one that took weeks of begging and “please-hyung-I’ll-be-safe” promises before his manager caved.

To the sleepy small town four hours away, with your overpacked suitcase in the trunk and your playlists queued up before the car even started.

────── 〔✿〕──────

“Don’t crash the company car,” Soobin had teased, hugging the bag of snacks like a seatbelt substitute.

“Not my fault you can’t drive,” you grinned. “I told you to take the test last winter.”

He didn’t care. Soobin had always imagined something romantic about being the passenger. Especially with you. The two of you, trapped in a car with nowhere to be but with each other — it sounded like heaven.

And it was.

Belting KARA, bopping your heads to that one emo song you both pretended not to know all the lyrics to.

Talking until your throats went dry.

You covered every topic under the sun — including whether or not you could live above it.

“Technically, if the sun’s in the middle of the solar system, and we’re, like, here—”

“You’re just drawing a smiley face, Soobin.”

“Yeah but… a science-y smiley face.”

Gossiping until your minds were blown by the audacity of people.

“Okay, listen,” you said, eyes wide behind your sunglasses. “Yeonjun told me he asked Jin-hyung if the Jimin and Jeongyeon beef was real.”

“No way.” Soobin leaned in.

“Apparently, Jin said—allegedly—that it wasn’t even real beef. Just chicken.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It’s K-pop beef. It doesn’t have to.”

Soobin laughed so hard he nearly choked on a gummy worm.

────── 〔✿〕──────

By the time you reached the town, your cheeks hurt from smiling.

You flopped on the hotel bed and rolled like happy caterpillars, too tired to unpack but too giddy to sleep.

The next morning was a love letter to summer:

Breakfast at a sleepy café, skipping through side streets hand-in-hand, buying keychains shaped like toast and tangerines.

Aunties and little kids pointed at you both like you were some fairytale come to life.

Soobin thought maybe they were right.

And then the secondhand store happened.

You had tugged him in, eyes glittering, promising to find “something special.”

(“With all that height, you’d think you’d be harder to drag.”)

(“It’s for you. I go willingly.”)

You were mesmerized by a small plant, talking to the jolly old shopkeeper about blooms and sunlight.

Soobin barely heard a word — not because he wasn’t listening, but because you looked so you when you were listening. Soft. Focused. Glowing.

He bought it before you could reach for your wallet. Along with the two porcelain rabbits you’d cooed over — one with a strawberry hat (you), and one with a blueberry one (him).

“I missed blue-haired Soobin,” you said.

He blushed so hard he almost broke the bunnies.

The shopkeeper had spent ten full minutes explaining plant care. And another seven talking about how taking care of a plant together was the first step toward raising kids.

You both pretended not to hear that last part. You also both secretly liked it.

When the trip ended, Soobin placed the plant in the backseat like royalty.

You laughed but didn’t stop him.

────── 〔✿〕──────

Weeks later, in a studio full of producers and half-empty coffee cups, Soobin blinked out of his memory.

“Soobin,” one of them nudged him, “any ideas for your solo song?”

He nodded slowly. Then smiled.

“I want to write about being in the car with her. Just… talking. Laughing. Loving her.”

Three weeks later — and with Beomgyu’s help — the song was done.

────── 〔✿〕──────

The music video team asked what he wanted in the visuals.

He hesitated. This was about you, but you weren’t allowed in the video.

Then he had a eureka moment.

“Can I… borrow the plant?” he asked you one evening.

You didn’t even blink.

“Sure,” you said. “Let it spend time with its other parent. Just make sure it doesn’t die.”

(Spoiler: He set twelve alarms to water it.)

────── 〔✿〕──────

When the Sunday Driver video dropped, you watched it with your head on his shoulder.

And there it was.

Your plant. In the passenger seat. Bathed in sunset light.

You turned to him, stunned.

“Why the plant?”

He kissed your temple and shrugged, shy but proud.

“I wanted you in the car with me. And what better than our plant baby from our first trip together?”

You laughed.

Then kissed him like he was air and summer and all your favorite songs in one.

Soobin, your Sunday Driver — even if he didn’t touch the wheel once.

────── 〔✿〕──────────── 〔✿〕──────────── 〔✿〕──────

[silvergyus]

brain empty, just you !

loser!txt's reaction to you getting them flustered

genre: fluff, humour

warnings: suggestive content!, making out, kissing, choking(the good kind heh), whiny!txt, stuttering, swearing, down bad!txt

note: finally writing for txt after like 2 years. i did a similar one for enha so naturally i had to do it for txt because they're soo silly. i also had to finish writing this after looking at beomgyu's very motivating recent buff pics omg. enjoy reading!

word count: 3.8k

if you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

YEONJUN

yeonjun tries so hard to play it cool as your boyfriend—all confidence and swagger—but the moment you so much as hold his hand for too long, he’s hiding his face in your shoulder, whining about how "you're trying to kill me!" he’s the type to shamelessly beg for your attention one second, then get insanely flustered when you actually give it to him. he’ll send you selfies captioned "thinking about you, babe ;)" and then shrivel up and die if you call him cute.

and now, as he sits beside you on his couch, watching some random movie, he’s completely oblivious to the way you’ve been staring at him for the past ten minutes. he’s scrolling on his phone, glasses slipping down his nose, occasionally mumbling a reaction to whatever’s on screen. his bare face looks so pretty in the dim glow of the television, lips slightly parted, his brows furrowing every now and then.

he looks kissable.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

you blink, snapped out of your trance. yeonjun turns to you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"like what?" you ask, tilting your head.

"like you're about to bully me."

you let out a soft hum. "i was just thinking."

he snorts. "that’s never good."

you ignore him. "you’re not a very good kisser.".

his entire body goes stiff, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. his phone slips from his grip, bouncing onto his lap, and he blinks at you in pure devastation.

"huh?" he finally croaks out, voice cracking horribly.

you shrug. "i mean, you're just kinda… meh. nothing special."

yeonjun’s jaw drops. he presses a dramatic hand to his chest like you’ve just stabbed him. "EXCUSE ME?!"

you barely hold in your laugh at his utterly betrayed expression. "i dunno, babe. you just kinda suck."

"I SUCK?! i—when? why didn’t you say anything before" he whines, eyes wide with disbelief.

you hum, inspecting your nails. "I was being nice."

yeonjun gasps, clutching his chest like a 19th-century widow. his ears are red. "YOU WERE BEING NICE?! BABY, MY EGO—HELLO?!"

before he can spiral into a full-blown meltdown, you reach up, gently plucking his glasses off his face.

his words die in his throat.

"which is why you need more practice," you murmur.

his breath hitches.

then, before he can so much as process what’s happening, your fingers weave into his hair, tugging him in as your lips crash against his.

yeonjun whimpers.

he goes boneless instantly, melting into you like putty. his plush lips part against yours, kissing you back so desperately, so messily, it’s obvious he’s completely lost in it. your fingers tangle deeper into his hair, tugging lightly, and the sound he makes—somewhere between a whimper and a whine—sends heat rushing through you.

it’s a mess. his lips move against yours with a feverish hunger, hands gripping your waist as if you’ll disappear if he lets go. he’s so eager, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that makes you shiver.

when you finally pull away, only because you need air, yeonjun chases your lips with a needy whine, trying to pull you back in.

but then, against your lips, he mumbles in the saddest, most pathetic voice:

"do you really think I’m a bad kisser?"

you lose it.

a laugh bubbles out of you, and you cup his face, pressing a soft peck to his nose. his cheeks are burning, his brows furrowed in genuine distress.

"i was just messing with you, baby," you giggle, pecking his lips again. "i just needed an excuse to kiss you. I literally can’t get enough of you."

yeonjun blinks. once. twice.

then he groans, dramatically collapsing onto your shoulder, wrapping himself around you like a clingy koala. "you’re SO mean."

you laugh, rubbing his back. "you love me."

"unfortunately," he grumbles, muffled against your neck.

you smirk. "and you’re a great kisser, by the way."

he peeks up at you, still red-faced, before stealing another quick kiss—like he needs to make up for lost time. and despite his flustered state, you know he’s already planning ways to get back at you… if he ever stops blushing long enough to think straight.

SOOBIN

for someone so tall and broad, soobin is an absolute baby when it comes to you. the man stutters every time you compliment him, avoids eye contact when you so much as hold his hand, and malfunctions if you get even a little bit flirty. he physically cannot handle any form of teasing—his ears turn red, his hands get clammy, and he lets out those pathetic little whimpers whenever you catch him off guard.

right now, though, soobin is doing so well pretending to be normal.

you two are in his kitchen, baking together, and he’s very focused on whisking the brownie batter. his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, lips slightly parted, his strong arms flexing with every precise movement. the sight of his broad shoulders tapering into his slim waist is so unfair. the way his biceps subtly shift under his oversized t-shirt?—it’s all so unfairly attractive. he’s doing absolutely nothing and yet, somehow, he’s driving you insane.

you step forward, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and burying your face into his back. soobin stiffens. like, completely freezes. you swear you can hear his heart pounding from this position.

then—

"b-babe?" he croaks out, voice cracking violently.

you giggle, tightening your hold around him. "mhm?"

"w-what are you—" he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when you press a soft kiss against his nape. his breath shudders. you grin against his skin, pressing another kiss, then another, trailing them slowly up to his jaw. you can feel his entire body trembling beneath your touch, his grip on the whisk turning bone-white.

"b-baby, i—"

you don’t let him finish. instead, you suck gently on the soft skin just beneath his ear.

soobin lets out a broken whimper. his whole body shudders, and you swear he whines when you lick over the spot before sucking again, harder this time. his free hand grips the counter for dear life as if that’ll stop his knees from giving out.

"s-stop," he begs, voice so weak, so pathetic.

you don’t stop. you drag your lips across his skin, finding a new spot to bite down on, leaving another mark, and—

"OH SHIT!"

you pull back, startled, just in time to see soobin staring in absolute horror at the bowl in front of him. he’s gripping a salt container. and he just dumped a quarter of it into the brownie batter.

there’s a moment of dead silence.

then—

"YOU DISTRACTED ME!" soobin wails, turning to face you with the saddest pout you’ve ever seen.

you burst out laughing.

"soobin!" you gasp, holding your stomach. "oh my god, you—oh my god—!"

"this is NOT funny!" he cries, stomping his foot like an actual child. "those were gonna be SO GOOD!"

"they still can be!" you tease, wiping a tear from your eye. "just... y'know, if you wanna die of sodium overdose."

soobin groans, covering his face in shame. "i hate you."

you smirk, stepping closer. "no, you don’t."

"I DO."

"no, you don't."

"i dooooo—"

he cuts himself off mid-whine. because suddenly, he’s hit with an idea.

a horrible idea.

and you see it in his eyes before it even happens.

in the blink of an eye, soobin spins around, trapping you against the counter. his arms cage you in, his broad frame looming over you, and he leans in all slow and deliberate, trying to act like he knows what he’s doing.

"now look what you’ve done, baby," he murmurs, voice dropping an octave.

oh.

oh, he thinks he’s being hot.

the problem is—he looks more adorable than hot, because his ears are bright red, his eyes keep darting to your lips like he doesn’t know where else to look, and the way he’s breathing just the tiniest bit too fast gives away how insanely nervous he is.

then he licks his lips.

(or at least, he tries to.)

because the second his tongue peeks out, he accidentally bites it instead, letting out a pathetic little "ow."

you stare at him.

soobin freezes.

the tension shatters.

then you die laughing, "you—YOU TRIED TO BE SMOOTH AND THEN—!"

"NOOOO, WAIT—!"

but you’re already giggling uncontrollably, fully doubling over against his chest.

soobin groans, hiding his face in his hands. "ugh this is so embarrassing!"

you lift your head, still laughing, pressing a kiss to his flaming cheek. "you’re so cute, baby."

"don’t say that!" he whines, flailing his arms.

but you just smirk. "what? i thought you wanted to be all smooth and confident?"

soobin collapses onto the counter, burying his head in his arms. "i am NEVER doing that again."

you giggle, patting his head. "i dunno, baby. i think it was kinda hot."

soobin lifts his head slightly, peeking at you with hopeful eyes. "really?"

you grin. "no."

he lets out the loudest groan ever.

 BEOMGYU

beomgyu is the absolute worst best friend to have a crush on. he’s loud, annoying, and somehow always finds new ways to make you suffer. he’s clingy in the worst way—stealing your snacks, flopping onto you like a deadweight whenever he’s tired, and absolutely refusing to let you do anything in peace. he always has to be touching you—whether it’s throwing his leg over yours, wrapping his arms around you like a koala, or straight-up lying on top of you like you’re a personal mattress.

but the moment you touch him first? malfunction.

the second you get even a little flirty? shutdown.

and lately, you’ve been having way too much fun testing that theory.

because beomgyu’s been working out.

like, seriously working out.

and god, is it showing.

he’s huge now—his shoulders broader, his arms thicker, his waist still slim but now complemented with solid muscle. you don’t know when exactly he started hitting the gym like his life depended on it, but you do know it’s made play-fighting with him so much harder.

like right now, for example.

you’re on your bed, engaged in an intense pillow fight, but it’s not even fair anymore. beomgyu used to suck at this—he used to wheeze and flail and scream whenever you got the upper hand. but now? now he’s too strong. every time you swing at him, he effortlessly blocks it, laughing at your pathetic attempts to win.

"aw, what’s wrong?" he teases, easily dodging your next swing. "is someone losing?"

you scowl. "shut up."

"no, seriously," he grins, mocking you. "this is sad. like, you’re not even putting up a fight. are you even trying?"

oh, fuck him.

you drop the pillow, launching yourself at him instead.

beomgyu yelps as you tackle him down, using your weight to pin him beneath you. before he can react, you go for the kill—your fingers digging into his sides, tickling him ruthlessly.

"no no WAIT—"

his laughter explodes from his chest, high-pitched and desperate. he squirms, his muscles tensing under you as he tries to fight back, but you’re relentless, giggling as he gasps for air.

 but then, just as your giggles subside, you become painfully aware of two things:

beomgyu looks hot.

you want him to choke you.

the realization hits you like a truck. because holy shit—he’s under you, panting, his face flushed, his arms bulging as they grip your waist, his lips parted just slightly, his brown eyes dark and half-lidded as he catches his breath.

oh.

oh, no.

you freeze, eyes locked on his.

beomgyu, of course, being the oblivious loser he is, just blinks at you, completely unaware of the thoughts flooding your brain.

and then he flips you over.

in one quick motion, Beomgyu has you pinned instead, his thick arm curling around your neck in a chokehold.

your brain short-circuits.

because—

this is exactly what you wanted.

and Beomgyu, still oblivious, leans down, his breath hot against your ear.

"what now, huh?" he murmurs, his voice dropping into a low, teasing tone. "you thought you could win? look at you now."

oh, fuck.

your entire body shudders. this is too much. his scent, his weight, the way his arm presses against your throat just right—

"god, this feels so good."

the words slip out before you can stop them.

beomgyu freezes.

and then—

"…huh?"

his grip loosens instantly, and he stumbles back like he’s been electrocuted. his face is burning red, eyes wide in pure, unfiltered panic.

"w-what do you mean—" he gulps. "w-what do you—w-what—h-huh—?"

you blink up at him, suddenly just as flustered.

"uhm—"

"n-no wait—like—" beomgyu waves his arms, looking so painfully distressed. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT FELT GOOD—?"

you gulp, forcing yourself to meet his panicked gaze.

and then, because you literally have no other choice, you blurt out, "i think i like you."

beomgyu stares.

he stares.

and then he glitches, mouth opening and closing, hands twitching by his sides, brain fully crashing. his eyes dart everywhere except at you, his entire face a shade of red so intense you’re afraid he might actually pass out.

"you-you like me? like—LIKE ME like me?"

you bite your lip, nodding shyly. "yeah."

his breath catches and he immediately looks away, running a shaky hand through his hair, looking like he’s about to combust.

"h-holy shit—" he mutters under his breath. "oh my god oh my god—"

then—

"WAIT—SO YOU—SO YOU LIKED THE CHOKEHOLD?"

you groan, covering your face. "BEOMGYU—"

he wheezes, hands on his knees. "OH MY GOD—"

you swear he giggles. like, actually giggles.

then he stops and his entire body shudders.

and he whispers, "holy shit, that was kinda hot."

you choke.

"BEOMGYU!"

"you’re a freak," he teases, grinning. "wanting me to choke you and shit—"

"OH MY GOD SHUT UP!"

but when he pulls you into a hug, still laughing, still red-faced and awkward and loser-ish in the best way, you can’t help but smile.

TAEHYUN

taehyun is a very serious tutor. he has strict rules—no distractions, no unnecessary conversations, and definitely no messing around. this is a learning environment, not a hangout session.

he prides himself on his focus, his ability to remain calm under any circumstance. he’s the type of guy who color-codes his notes, has a rigid study schedule, and unironically enjoys doing practice questions for fun. he does not—under any circumstances—get flustered over dumb things like romantic tension.

at least, that’s what he used to believe.

then you happened, and suddenly, his ability to not be a complete loser around you has disappeared entirely.

from the moment he agreed to tutor you in math, things have been an absolute disaster. you’re so unfair. you bat your eyelashes, you ask him to repeat things you already understand just to hear his voice, and worst of all, you stare at him. like he’s some kind of fascinating subject to study instead of the guy desperately trying to keep his composure while explaining differential equations. 

he thought it would be fine—after all, he’s taehyun, and taehyun doesn’t get distracted. but within one week, he realized he was in deep, deep trouble.

because you mess with him. constantly.

like today.

you're both seated at a table in the library, supposed to be going over trigonometric identities. taehyun has the patience of a saint (or so he tells himself), but after fifteen minutes of you not even pretending to be paying attention, he's starting to lose it.

because you're staring at him shamelessly, chin propped up on your palm, eyes locked onto him with a lazy smile playing on your lips.

he tries to ignore it. he really does. his eyes flick to the textbook, his pen tapping against the table in a controlled rhythm. but it’s like your gaze is physically burning into him, and the more he tries to focus, the harder it gets.

finally, he snaps.

"what?" he blurts, gripping his pen so tightly it might explode.

you blink, all innocent. "what do you mean?"

"you're staring at me."

"oh." your lips curl into a slow smirk. "i was just thinking."

taehyun immediately doesn’t like the sound of that.

"thinking about what?" he asks, voice strained.

"how pretty you are."

his pen drops to the table with a clatter.

"i—" he chokes on air, already feeling heat crawl up his neck. he forces himself to focus, grabbing his pen with a death grip like it’s some kind of life support. "th-that’s irrelevant. get back to the problem."

but you? oh, you're evil.

you lean in closer, resting your chin on your hand, eyes twinkling with mischief. "i mean it," you hum. "you’re so cute, taehyun. it’s distracting."

distracting?

oh, the irony.

because you’re calling him distracting while he’s actively trying not to combust on the spot.

"s-stop," he stammers, adjusting his glasses even though they don’t need adjusting. "i—i don’t see how this is relevant to trigonometry—"

"it’s not," you shrug. "but I think you should know how much I like looking at you."

his breathing stops.

and then, as if you haven’t already destroyed him enough, you reach forward and fiddle with the hem of his sleeve, fingers brushing against his wrist like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

taehyun physically malfunctions.

tis ears are burning, his pulse is racing, and for the first time in his entire life, he has no idea what to do.

and so? he chooses violence.

without a word, taehyun slams his textbook shut, grabs his bag, and bolts out of the library so fast that he nearly trips over his own feet.

"we’re done!" he yells over his shoulder, voice cracking. "see you next week!"

you lose it, dissolving into laughter as you watch him practically sprint out of the building, ears glowing red.

and somewhere, down the hallway, taehyun is muttering under his breath about how this is why he should’ve never agreed to tutor you.

oh, he is never living this down.

HUENINGKAI 

hueningkai has been a mess around you for as long as you can remember.

it’s kind of ridiculous, really. despite being handsome and built like a human teddy bear, he has zero game. like, none at all. he stutters when talking to pretty people (you), trips over his own feet at least twice a day, and would definitely combust if you so much as complimented him unexpectedly.

and the fact that he’s your best friend bahiyyih’s older brother just makes it all the more entertaining. every time you so much as acknowledge his existence, bahiyyih rolls her eyes like she’s watching a romcom in real-time.

it’s adorable, really.

which is why, when he hesitantly approaches you after lecture one day, eyes darting everywhere but at your face, you already know whatever he’s about to say is going to be good.

"c-can you help me shop for hiyyih’s birthday?" he stammers, gripping the straps of his backpack like his life depends on it. "i—i don’t really know what to get her, and you're, um, good at this stuff…"

you smile, amused. "of course, kai. let’s go."

fast forward an hour later, and you find yourself in a cosmetics store, browsing through endless rows of lip glosses.

you hold up two tubes, lips pursed in thought. "i can't decide between these two," you mumble, glancing at kai, who has been hovering behind you like a nervous puppy the entire time.

his eyes flicker to the glosses, then to you, then away, like he’s afraid of looking at you too long.

"uh, i mean—" he stammers, rubbing his neck. "they both look nice?"

you narrow your eyes. useless.

"i need an actual opinion," you huff before popping the cap off one of them. you apply a coat to your lips, then turn to him with a tilt of your head. "how does this one look?"

hueningkai’s mouth opens, then closes, then opens again.

iI—it’s pretty," he says finally, voice cracking on the last syllable.

you suppress a giggle, then glance at the other gloss. "okay, but I need to compare. I can’t put this one on my lips because I already have the first shade on."

he blinks, confused. "oh. uh, so—"

"so I should put it on yours," you finish simply.

his face goes from pink to red in record time. his eyes are huge, lips parting slightly like he just had a stroke.

"w-wait—on me?!"

you arch a brow, feigning innocence. "yeah? so I can see the difference properly. otherwise, we’ll never know which one’s better."

his throat bobs. his fingers tighten around the straps of his shopping bag. "i—uh—"

he looks like he’s two seconds away from self-destructing, but then he nods—barely and stiffly presses his lips together.

you bite back a grin.

he really is a loser.

gently, you lift the applicator and lean in, holding his chin steady with your free hand. his skin burns under your fingertips, and you swear you can hear his breathing get shakier. his eyes squeeze shut, his shoulders tense, and his entire existence is one giant ball of nerves.

but the second the wand makes contact with his pouty lower lip, he starts fidgeting.

"kai, hold still," you laugh, reaching out to cup his face with one hand. his cheeks are burning, and his lips part in surprise as your fingers graze his skin. his entire body locks up, lips parting slightly as his breath hitches. his big, round eyes are glued to your face now, completely mesmerized as you lean in closer.

his lips are so pouty. plush, glossy, glistening under the store’s lights, and suddenly, it feels like your body is moving on its own. before you can stop yourself, your gaze flickers to his wide, dazed eyes—then down to his parted lips—

and you kiss him.

It’s soft at first—just a press of your lips against his. but the moment you start to pull away, he—to your utter shock—kisses you back.

slow, hesitant, but definitely kissing back.

his lips move against yours in a way that’s both nervous and eager—like he can’t believe this is happening but wants more anyway. his hand hovers near your wrist, as if he wants to hold you closer but is too shy to do it.

and that’s when it hits you.

you just kissed hueningkai. in public.

iou jolt back, eyes wide. "i’m so sorry—i-i didn’t mean—"

but kai? he just stared at you, lips still glossy, blinking like his brain is still catching up to reality. then, slowly—so, so shyly—he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, lips curling into the tiniest smile.

"i... liked that, actually," he mutters, barely above a whisper.

the air turns thick with tension, and you can’t tell who’s more flustered—him, with his red ears and adorably shy expression, or you, with your pulse hammering a mile a minute.

for a long moment, neither of you say anything.

and then, in a quiet, hesitant voice, hueningkai clears his throat and asks, "s-so, um… which gloss do you think looks better?"

you laugh, cheeks still warm. "honestly?" you glance at his lips. "i think i like this one better."

and just like that, his face explodes into color all over again.

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[silvergyus]

list of shit that has happened to me this summer (so far):

friend arrested

friends divorced (?)

jury duty

went from unemployed to 3 jobs (now down to 2)

the parking garage at work DRIPPED LIQUID CONCRETE ONTO MY CAR

no a/c in car 😔 (unrelated)

car transmission issues (also unrelated but v expensive)

so anyway, it's the beginning of August and all of this (+ more!) has gone down since the beginning of June so, sorry for being inactive and not having my fic done 😅 I'm hanging in here y'all

I am gonna still working on my tyun fae fic because the entire universe decided to dump shit on me this summer but I may also just go crazy and write smutty drabbles in the meantime because I need to become myself again