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Warm Blanket

This whole live had my mind going haywire cuz I keep going back to these live snippets, Woo gives a different kind of comfort tbh.

I've had this thought, and it makes me kick my feet in the air....

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PAIRING: IDOL WOO X PRODUCER Y/N <afab reader>

FT: ATINY, SEONGHWA, HONGJOONG(mentioned), MINGI(mentioned)

WARNING ⚠️: periods(menstruation), crying, anxiety, kinda cringe at some places,

(though it's just a Fluffy little brainrot lmk if I missed any)

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What if you're his gf but also a producer at kq. You've never denied being in a relationship, but you've never disclosed it either. You are working on his solo album, but they have a tour, so you tag along to travel, be together, and write your love song. As always, Ms. PERIOD knocs your door at the most busy segment of your month, but you just need hugs and cuddles.

You are a producer at kq. You usually work with Joongie and Mingles. But lately, you've been working on Woo's solo album

You've been up all day producing and scribbling lyrics for him and you just needed his review on the lyrics to get started on making the demo

Your pms and cramps have made it difficult for you to work throughout the day. In fact, you had been crying trying to finish up the work.

But you had finally overcome the tears and finished your work as you proudly strudel towards Woo's hotel room across the hallway.

The whole floor and the one were both booked for KQ staff. Knowing that you'd be in your boyfriend's room, you and joong had decided to convert one of the rooms into a makeshift studio so you could continue working on the album.

Fiddling with the key card, you hummed to the tune of the song you'd written for him. Not knowing he was on live, you give the door to your boyfriend's room a slight knock before letting yourself in with the keycard he'd given you.

With the chime of the lock system, the door opened, and you walked in, letting the door close behind you with a similar chime as it autolocked. You remove out shoes as you slip into your slipers and walk towards the table where Woo was.

The light pitter-patter of your feet, your soft sniffles(your nose is slightly stuffy due to the crying sesh), the scent of you had already caught Woo's attention. As he turns his head to you, extending his arms open for you, forgetting the fact that he hadn't told his fans about you.

You extend the iPad you'd written the lyrics in along with your little recorder you used to record demo samples, as you waddle your way to him. As you reach closer you realize that he's on live and you freeze slightly and then pull yourself together and try to be profesional.

"Oh I didn't know you were doing a live, I'll return later." You said backing up slightly.

Woo looked at the camera and smiled slightly, turning back to you he says,

"No need they wanted me to spoil something anyway."

He winks, motioning you to give him the iPad and recorder. You do as he demands and stand beside the table to avoid being in the camera's view.

"Atinyyy, say hi to J PD, she is working really hard on something I wanted to do for you, even when we are on tour across the world!!"

You giggle and blush. He teases you by calling you Jung PD/ J PD, ever since you'd had a drunken blabbing about how you wanted to marry him someday.

"Hi Atiny, I hope you like the surprise when it's out" you say extending your palm in front of the camera to wave. While Woo rummages through the drawers to find his wired earphones.

"Brief?" Woo looks at you, his tone soft and polite. "Yes, I wrote some lyrics for track1159am and altered it slightly. I also made a new sheet for the pice I told you about before. I'm kind of stuck between the tone, ig if you give it a listen and tell me which you think fits more I can go get the demo done."

You take a deep breath after your little brief, Woo nods pulling a chair across from him and taps on its seat telling you to sit.

He reads a few comments while telling his fans about the process of making music and what he's about to do.

'''J PD's voice is so cute😍, can we talk to her??''' ;

'''Thank you J PD🫶''' ;

'''Oppa, can we talk to J PD please🫣'''..

Woo read out loud, making you blush harder everytime he said "J PD "

"Woah!! They love you already!!" He said chuckling, "Do you want to talk to Atiny??"

"Okay.." You utter softly

"Atiny be polite okay, talk to J PD while I finish my work okay", he turns to you handing you his phone which he was using to read the comments "J PD have fun talking to my Atiny hmm?"

"Yes sure" you giggled at Atiny's reactions in the comments

Time passes as he continues to scribble on notes and repeating your voice memos, while you talk to Atiny traveling from topic to topic. You had explained them theories of music and how they are used in the studio, some questions they had, some ideas they gave that you'd note down on Woo's phone for later. Woo could tell you had made friends with his Atiny and it made him happy, that you were comfortable with them and vice-versa.

You were talking about songs, recommending some and getting agreements from Atiny. When some Atinys mentioned certain songs that had helped them when they felt down during their period weeks and you started talking on that and bonding with them as you shared some tricks your grandmother had taught you.

You get startled when Woo jolts in his seat, turning to you with concern in his eyes, completely forgotten the camera and the live and the fans of his you had been talking to for the past 20 minutes.

"You cried??" Tone soft and worried, iPad flung to the table, recorder still playing, sitting in his lap as he drags his chair close to yours. You're ears red with embarrassment as you recall your crying session from before, you look down, Woo's phone long forgotten, kept on the table.

You nod slightly, fiddling with your rings.

Woo pulls your chair closer, unknowingly bringing you into the frame though just a little.

"Baby are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" His hand on your cheek, his thumb gliding as though wiping your tears. The sudden shift of environment triggers you as your mood swings hit you with another wave of emotions.

"Mood swings" you utter under your breath as a sob escapes with it followed by a stabbing cramp making you wince and hold your stomach, tears welling up in your eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you were on your period, baby we could postpone all work. You need rest. Want me to bring you something??"

"It's okay I'll just finish that and the.." You stop talking trying not to cry due to the pain. It felt like your cramps were waiting to recharge and strike you hard.

"No You're not working anymore, you're going to lay down and have some soup and then nap."

Woo says sternly but still softly so as to not alarm you in anyway.

Woo gives you warm water and starts winding up the little work set up. He reaches for the iPad and his phone when he realises the live was on.

He slightly panics and reads the comments anyway. Atinys waerw confused in the comments, trying to figure out what was going on and if you were his girlfriend or not. As Atinys realise that he's back and he's reading their comments they stop texting each other and prompt everyone to give him time to say something, reading this he takes a deep breath before letting it all out.

"Atiny, I know you might be mad at me, and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I was afraid having seen the way this news is usually received by fans in general. I will get straight to it. Yes, you're right she is my girlfriend, and I love her a lot, and I hope you understand. Though I didn't choose for this to happen, I don't regret it at all. I don't know what you think but I hope you take this badly."

''' WE ARE SO HAPPY FOR YOU WOO🤧🤧'''

'''WE SUPPORT YOU BOTH💖🤧'''

'''LOVE J PD ❤️ '''

Reading all the positive comments gives Woo relief as he thanks Atiny

"Please take care of us and love us the same Atiny" he says with a smile

''' GO TAKE CARE OF J PD❤️'''

'''TIPS FOR PERIOD CRAMPS.... LUV U J PD💗'''

''' WOO GO GET YOUR GIRL CHOCOLATE 🍫 '''

Woo reads the tips as he reads them out loud turning to you when he hears you sob harder.

"I'm so sorry, I ruined it"

"Huh??"

"I ruined your relationship with Atiny, it's my fault I ruined everything"

"No baby you didn't ruin anything"

"I did though"

"No love you haven't ruined anything, they love you, and they love us, they're happy about it see"

He shows you the comments filled with hearts and '''WE LOVE YOU J PD'''

"I'm sorry Atiny, thank you.." You say softly between sobs. Woo takes back his phone and tells Atiny that you need naps and ends the live.

He hugs you tight, while sending a text to the gc of the news and tells the Manger about it before ordering some soup and chocolates for you as directed by Atiny.

He then puts his phone down pulling apart from the hug. He runs to your luggage carrier to take the period towel. He lays it down on the bed and helps you lay down on it. He gets your hot bag you'd been carrying and warms some water in the kettle provided by the hotel, to put in it.

The door bell rings and he rushes to open it, revealing Seonghwa holding snacks, the chocolate and soup he had ordered and some balm for the pain as he had been recommended by his sister whom he'd given a quick call to make sure Woo wouldn't give you extra headache by giving you chocolate.

He walks past a stunned Woo and sets everything on the bed side table.

"Hey buddy! You okay?"

You were comfortable with Hwa he treated you like his own little sister and cared for you as if you were blood related.

"Nooo tummy hurt" you blabber like a child. He pats your head lightly and hands you the balm. "Here this should help. Get some sleep."

"Okayy, thaankuu"

He walks back to Woo by the door and pats on his shoulder. "Take care of her, we'll take care of the rest, don't worry Joong's already on it." And with that he leaves.

Woo sits beside you helping you sit up. He helps you finish your soup and gets you some warm tea after your done brushing your teeth. Which makes little sense to him since you lay under the sheets nibbling on the chocolate Hwa had brought earlier. It brings a smile to your face and that's all that matters to him.

After he's done downing his rice, he brushes his tea and reheats the water of your hotbag.

He lays beside you on his side, supporting his head with one hand and the other on your belly drawing circles with his palm on it. Your lower belly tends to get hotter when you're on your period seeming like a fever. The weight of his hand exerted a comforting pressure on you. His hand travels up your torso, as he cups your face and give you light kisses, filled with love and care and innumerable silent promises.

Your eyelids start to feel heavier, Woo reaches over you to switch off the lamp on your side of the bed, and then turns to switch off the one on his side.

You turn on your side facing him, he pulls you closer into his chest. His arm, now your pillow, his heartbeat your lullaby. You breathe in his sent, his breath fanning on your face, his hand wrapped around your head, fingers laced in your hair with light gliding pats.

You're drifting to slumber as you bumble your most sincere thought.

"I love you Woo"

He kisses your head as you both close your eyes.

"I'd give up the world for you My Love"

He says in a whisper, continuing to hum to your song until slumber consumes him.

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My Only Favorite

Pairing: Seonghwa×Hongjoong

Characters:

Seonghwa: Professor

Hongjoong: Student

Mr. Stone (oc): Coordinating professor

Yoon Heejin (oc): New student

Seonghwa’s cousin (oc): Principal's assistant

Word count: 5.6k

Warning ⚠️: 18+CONTENT MINORS DO NOTINTERACT, mxm, SEXUAL CONTENT m, professorxstudent, degradation, praise, name(doll, darling, little slut, cocksleeve, baby, retard,..), restriction(tied with a tie), oral, cock warming, voyeurism, kinda public(don't do it irl~), lmk if I missed any

Tagged: @chocoholicbabe1994, @hongjng8, @pirateprincessoz ...

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One would imagine literature students to be in love with all the classes they have, like in a fantasy of school life where everyone and everything was perfect.

Not for Hongjoong, it wasn't.

He did his best, tried his best to stay formal, ran his head on and on about his assignments, and yet fell short to satisfy his professor's expectations. His eyes deep set, drowning in deprivation of rest as he scurries to his literature lecture 14 minutes late from across the campus. He's had this routine for weeks now, and yet no change.

He feels as though his professor enjoys wringing him of all air possible and then humiliating him, showing him the power he holds over him.

Hongjoong felt rebellious out of spite to instigate his professor. He somehow had grown to have a taste for the way his Mr. Park looked at him when he's pissed and the way he clicked his tongue and rested it to the right of his cheek poking it out a bit after licking his lips.

Hongjoong had started to find himself lost and drooling at Mr. Park's sculpt face, his irritated furrow, the arch of his brow, his butterfly eyelashes, the protruding tip of his tongue pushing his cheek, his glistening lips with not a single crack or chap, the dripping tip of his tongue as he licks his lips. All this was like oxygen to him. Keeping him awake and dreaming. He hadn't a single thought, nor any awareness of what was going on. All he knew was his desire to pinch his professor's patience and to aggravate his irritation.

Seonghwa had been noticing how all his attention was spent veil on this kid that barely ever paid attention to what he said, struggled to even pass and did an equally poor job at hiding his dreamy drooling during class.

At first, he thought of it as just another kid crushing on the girl he sat behind. Soon this zoning out and drooling cutely with dreamy eyes caught his nerve and he shifted this kid to a seat further in front but closer to the corner not paying much mind to the fact that his desk was right in front.

Hongjoong however didn't really appreciate the change of place until he realised that his view of his newest attraction was ten times better from here.

He continued to pay attention only to this one man throughout lectures. He would lose himself admiring his professor’s outfit, his accessories, his hairstyle, his light makeup, his pierced ears, his sharp jawline, his defined collar bones, his tie slightly loose, his rolled up sleeves, his veins softly popping out as he presses down on the projector’s remote or his knuckles strained writing away about something maybe important.

Seonghwa saw change as soon as he “fixed’’ the distracted kid’s seat. He saw how he’d be immersed in his thoughts just blank and staring right at him, sometimes straight into his eyes travelling lower and lower stopping at every inch of his for each minute that the lecture extended for. He’d started to notice the efforts put in guessing his next outfit and matching it in a different way, deliberately waiting right outside the door for 8 minutes so as to enter exactly when he’s starting and interrupting him mid statement.

The change that intrigued him the most was the constant grades he’d get. Every test, quiz you name it he’d have the same exact grade, he’d just pass what was special though was that he’d attempted exactly that many questions that he got graded for as if he was intentionally picking on his professor.

“Hongjoong…. Kim Hongjoong…” his name starting to etch itself in Seonghwa’s mind. Every morning before lecture he’d keep an eye out to have a slight sight of his favorite student. He would look Hongjoong right in the eyes as he continued explaining whatever the topic was to be taught each day.

Weekends seemed to have grown for both as they kept awake thinking of ways to instigate each other and slept away as much time to reach Monday again.

This Monday, however, was different. It was the start of a poisonous few weeks. As his daily, Hongjoong gets to class late, but to find some girl sitting in his seat, which was quite irritating to him. He tried to be as polite as he could be and asked her to vacate his seat. The girl instantly retorted and made commotion. Something both Seonghwa and Hongjoong hated. The girl’s high-pitched voice caught the whole class’s attention, and Seonghwa turned to notice a new face that was the girl the shrill piercing voice belonged to.

“ Oh, you must be the new kid..”

Seonghwa said a little bothered

“ Yes, Mr. Park I am”

with a 360 of her demoneer, twirling her hair, showing she’s shy

“ Fine, introduce yourself..”

bothered by her behavior, yet the moment he realises the disgust in Hongjoong’s eyes, he shifts to a little mischievous demon that is excited to pick on his little attraction.

The new girl holds her hands, fidgeting with her fingers, squeezing hard on her breasts as they show from the 2 buttons she’d left open,

“Yes Mr. Park..”

she starts in a shrill voice as Hongjoong interrupts her “Professor” he says in a rather irritated stern tone.

“Hmmm??” She looks towards him, flicking her hair in his face.

“ Call him professor.” the irritation showing on his face.

“ Oh! Okay “ she gave a startled and sad expression,

“Go on..” said Seonghwa, starting to get irritated by the time being wasted.

“Yes Professor Park..”

a displeased hiss was heard the moment she said that, and Seonghwa knew who exactly it came from and decided to smile at the girl.

“ I am Yoon Heejin, I am taking up literature because I love reading and want to be a professor too..” she giggled at the end of her sentence.

“For education to be doomed” comment was heard from behind in the class and slight laughs were heard in agreement.

She sat back down “That’s my seat!!” a much irritated Hongjoong exclaimed

“B..but its m..my first day..”

“dude i don’t care, get out of my seat!!”

“B..but…”

“Hongjoong just sit somewhere else i need to continue my lecture”

Seonghwa had gotten tired of the girl’s voice and came off rather rude to Hongjoong, something neither were expecting.

From that day on Hongjoong sat at the very back always kinda irritated, not even paying any attention, sometimes he’d fall asleep and sometimes he’d notice the girl unbutton her shirt and pull up her skirt and the way Seonghwa would give her slight smiles when she’d ask the dumbest of questions there are.

Five lectures in a week, and Hongjoong had already missed 3. He felt not a need and would just go to the library instead. The quiet there let him sleep better.

Some days he would attend for attendance those days would be full of his comments and disgusted stare. None of it went unnoticed by Seonghwa. He enjoyed the jealousy in Hongjoong’s eyes when he smiled at the girl.

Seonghwa had assigned a little thesis for the weekend on one very controversial piece that is “Lolita” he wondered what his Hingjoong would have up his sleeve this time.

Monday was here, and so was Hongjoong. He was glad, yet a bit wavered, Seonghwa sat in his chair behind the professor's desk. Hongjoong was early today, earlier than just on time, he was sat, yet at the last row which to Seonghwa’s dismay was the farthest from him, he wanted to ask why he won't just sit right in front of him since he knew he was going to sit throughout the lecture today.

Soon, the class started to fill up with students as the time to start the lecture neared. Once Seonghwa saw the class full, he asked about the thesis, and a few came up with certain doubts before the discussion.

“Professor Park, can I be the first to read out!!!”

The shrill voice shrieked through

“Why the sudden excitement??”

Seonghwa asked, knowing Hongjoong was at the back staring right at him, disgusted at the girl

“ I just want to be your favourite”

she giggles, bending slightly forward, her breasts almost out of her blouse.

Seonghwa turns to the other side walking back to his desk, “well in that case, go on”

Barely anyone listens to her blabbering about how Humbert is a supportive figure,a genuine lover, a victim to seduction, as she practically gave a verdict of validation for his pedophilic view.

Seonghwa’s attention was all for Hongjoong, his little eyebrow rises, his sarcastic smirks, his irritation, the way his lips would mold into each word he pronounced as he mocked away.

As the girl kept on and on trying to prove that Humbert was just bringing out how he was just a teacher who had fallen a victim to the seduction of the little girls he’d call nymphet, a rather unexpected comment was sound. “such a retard”, Seonghwa was not expecting Hongjoong to say something like that.

Murmurs of agreement echoed, and the girl shrieked a cry, and Seonghwa couldn’t help but be irritated.

“Hongjoong! Detention after class!”

Seonghwa said in a stern voice, saw the disbelief in Hongjoong’s eyes, and continued “Mis. Yoon, you may conclude now”

Heejin sobbingly concludes her thesis and sits, sobbing from time to time for the rest of the class.

Professor Park continues to brief the class about the upcoming exam series before calling another student to recite.

Just as he finishes, the bell rings, and he has to dismiss his class. The principal's secretary walks in as the students start to leave.

She is curvy but sleek, professional and sober, natural and mature. Tall on her stilettos, trousers silk and ironed to perfection, her belt rested well shirt neat without a single crease tucked behind the buckle of her belt, blazer emphasising her valour, cuffs folded to her elbows, tie slightly loose, glasses on the bridge of her nose, sharp features, hair mostly dark with a midnight blue undertone and put up clamped with a hairpin.

Maybe she was his type, put together, organised, and mature. The way she led him with her to wherever far from himself and the way he matched her footsteps inching out of his vicinity led Hongjoong into his spiral. Self reflection became self hate and the pain he could not bear. This detention became 2 hours of him loathing his thoughts and wishes.

He had left resenting him. Even the faint remembrance of the look on his face was like poison.

The poison which he was left to marinate in for what felt like months.

Ever since that day, Seonghwa had to put a hold on the recital of the essays or the literary theses he had assigned. A visiting professor was coordinating the lectures as a form of a workshop.

For the most part he’d teach and advocate about his findings of historic relics of literature and then would interact with the class or have quizzes.

Though it was for just about a week and 2 days, it felt like time had no density and was yet saturated, unbreathable, and still. It would feel like days flew by, but it had just been about a round of the clock.

The coordinating professor was dashing and took much interest in his Hongjoong, who hadn’t been paying much attention to how he’d be jealous of how the co-ord would throw glances and smiles his way when he’d answer what was asked to him.

Days would progress with Hongjoong noticing the “well done”s and “good job”s the Profesor cheered at his favorite Mis. Min on the stupidest replies she could give just to stand up, wagging her tail at the two men conducting the lecture.

His blood boiled. He hushed himself of his rage, telling himself he was nothing to the man he’d realised he’d cut a piece of himself off for.

The workshop ended on monday and it was now friday, Seonghwa wanted to talk to Hongjoong but didn’t know what to say, he wasn’t even in a position for that and neither did he get a chance to. Hongjoong hadn’t shown up ever since the last day of the mandated attendance.

Seonghwa turns at the low grazing of the door to find it slightly ajar and slowly closing. His sight travels to a crouched figure scurrying to the back rows as silently as possible. As he continues to speak, he notices the low and dull expression on his Hongjoong’s face as he hurriedly jots down his notes.

To speed up the syllabus, which was lagging due to the workshop, Seonghwa had decided to have only the last 15-20 minutes of his lecture spare for the discussions of the theses he assigned He would let his students give him a brief rundown of what they had written in a viva of sorts.

He’d been eager to hear Hongjoong’s voice all week, and he wouldn't let go of that opportunity knowing he had control of it.

“Hongjoong”, Seonghwa called rather endearingly, Hongjoong’s heart aches at that, and he stands up as a reply to the call of his name.

“Recite your lolita..”

“ye sir..professor” Hongjoong stumbles upon his words but manages to continue as best he can

“The book is often mistaken for being an erotic novel, although the author himself has clarified otherwise.

The book is written in the main character,Humbert's point of view, as he desperately tries to victimise himself and validate his hebephilia. He prays on pubescent little girls and accuses them of seducing him.

He gaslights and uses his stepdaughter for his irrational obsessions and declares in the name of love. Not only does he fail to be of proper guidance as a teacher, but he fails as a father, someone who should protect and support his child. Humbert is a toxic and narcissistic paedophile.

The author brings out the psychological factors of such people and how they believe to have done no harm as he highlights Humbert Humbert’s setting. The author provides that Humbert Humbert writes his book while in prison for committed murder which he realises as a crime. Contrary to this, Humbert Humbert tries to justify his sexual exploitation of his stepdaughter as his love throughout.

This also shows that he did not consider it a crime, nor did he think that he had wronged in any manner.”

Hongjoong concludes with light appreciation of the author and his standing statement of Humbert in his opinion. Light verbal agreement from his class gives him more confidence as an assurance that he’d spoken well.

“Very well analysed, I’m looking forward to reading your paper Hongjoong. Well done!”

Hongjoong had never realised he would feel so strongly of an appreciation. Mr. Park continued as there was still some time left and let another student speak about the topic.

Soon the bell had rung and the students were pouring out of the class.

“Hongjoong, come meet me at my office.” said Mr. Park in a soft tone as he left the room.

Hongjoong, though slightly alarmed, obediently follows him to his office. The walk there was not too long. His name was written in bold on the frosted glass of the door.

Entering the office Mr. Park hangs his coat on the rack, and Hongjoong couldn’t help stare a bit too long at his lean back, shirt clinging onto his shoulders, smooth, toned muscles slightly visible. Hongjoong’s gaze followed him as he walked across the room, folding his sleeves higher, veins smoothly sculpted on both his forearms, his wrist held by a watch, fingers slender, long.

Hongjoong hadn’t realised that, his Mr. Park had already taken his seat across the table until he’d asked him to take a seat as well.

Hongjoong scurried to take his seat as Mr.Park brought out his glasses.

“Hongjoong..” he trails off softly

“Yes professor “

“Oh it's alright, you can call me Mr.Park”

His eyes fixed on a piece of paper as he slightly smiles and mumbles (only you can) under his breath. He didn’t expect Hongjoong to have heard it, but he did and was flustered to hiccups.

“Sorry ~hiccup~ “

“Oh it's ok, are you alright darling, here have some water.”

Worry in his eyes as he’d not realised what he’d let slip. He watched his darling drink the water he gave him and thank him for it.

“Are you alright?” concern in his tone

“Yes Mr.Park” Hongjoong’s lips slightly curve exposing his thoughts just a little.

“Good,now as to why I called you here is mainly your performance in tests and your extremely low attendance. What’s happening??” his gaze back on the piece of paper as he waits for an answer.

Hongjoong twiddles his fingers, his sight hangs low as he stammers, “S.sorry I honestly don’t…” he trails off, his voice barely audible, eyes slightly watery, sadness fading his smile away.

Seonghwa had noticed this change in his expression, and even if he was worried, even if he just wanted to walk over and pull him into his arms, he had to keep it to himself.

“It’s okay, you can talk to me”

“It’s just.. It’s nothing. I'm sorry I will work harder. I’m sorry”

“That’s alright, take your time, I’m available for you anytime. Hum?”

Hongjoong nods and looks at his hands, still fidgeting and resting on his lap.

It hurt Seonghwa, seeing his sweetheart so low and sad.

“You did so well”

Hongjoong’s head perked up at the sudden praise, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks as he looked at his Mr. Park flustered and confused.

“You did so well on your essay” Seonghwa said with a slight smile as thoughts ran through his head.

Hongjoong lost himself to his fantasies, trying to avoid his gaze.

“See you can do so well if you put your heart into it, now i think either you don’t put efforts into it or you just do it on purpose just to pique my interest, now which is it really darling, hum?”

Seonghwa teased a little and only after finishing did he realise what he’d said.

Hongjoong blushes at the nickname and has no reply as he realises his Mr.Park knows about his little tactic.

“Cute…someone certainly likes to be praised” Seonghwa mutters under his breath with a slight giggle.

“Sorry ?” Hongjoong, not sure if he heard what he did or if it was just his imagination.

“Nothing…” Seonghwa avoids the question, a smile showing itself on his face.

“It’s not nothing, I heard you say that.” Hongjoong retorts, his bratty self breaking out of his shell.

Seonghwa, amused at the bratty retort, he finds so cute.

“Now did you darling?”

He teased as he saw Hongjoong blush hard trying to keep his cool but was done,Seonghwa had decided to watch his sweetheart crumble in front of him.

“If you like when I call you so endearingly, why do you never show up to class, sweetheart?”

Hongjoong can’t stop himself from letting loose on his held grudges.

“Do you even care about me being in class, though? Is it just a part of your job to call me and tell me to be regular? Or maybe you just don’t like me!”

Seonghwa slightly hurt at the last statement.

“No darling, I just don’t want you to get in any trouble for it.”

“Why would you care? You just want your favorite student now, don't you?”

Seonghwa was slightly stunned at the way the conversation had progressed, but he's invested in it.

“I do certainly” he utters smugly

“Well obviously you do. She shoves her tits in your face every chance she gets, afterall you might even like being her Mr.Park”

“You're definitely wrong about who my favorite is”

“No, I'm not. You sure get hard when she shows her tits off at you asking the stupidest questions, I’ve seen it!”

Hongjoong, too lost in his jealousy to realise that Seonghwa had already stood up and walked across the table.

Seonghwa pulls Hongjoong’s chair out with little force and turns it to face him. His right hand rests on the head of the chair right beside Hongjoong’s. His left hand cups Hongjoong’s face, fingers curling slightly to his neck,thumb guiding his chin with careful force.

Without any thought, he leans in completely. Looking straight in Hongjoong’s eyes,kissing his lips a little rough, a little hungry.

Pulling away, he lets Hongjoong catch a breath as he takes his glasses off, slightly flinging them on the table. He dives in a second time, eyes still locked, a little less rough this time, a little hungrier. With love in his eyes, Hongjoong melts into the kiss, his hands creep up Seonghwa’s shirt slightly feeling his muscles, one hand rests to the side of his collar bone on his shoulder while the other gets a rendez vous to the nape of his neck brushing through his soft hair.

Breaking the kiss when there is not even an ounce of oxygen left in their lungs.

“So you keep your eyes on me and know that I'm hard, but you still don't know it's you I'm hard for?” Seonghwa taunts in a deeper husky voice.

“How…” Hongjoong can barely make up words still heaving, out of breath.

“Oh baby, have you seen the way you salivate imagining my dick in your mouth? You sit there staring right at me so cutely. You're my only favorite, baby.”

“Sir …..” Hongjoong trails off reaching towards Seonghwa’s lips, wanting more, but a buzz of Seonghwa’s phone interrupts them. Seonghwa walks over to his chair, a slight whine erupts from Hongjoong as he plops himself back in the chair with a pout.

Seonghwa sits down, tapping away at his phone with a furrow forming between his brows. With a sigh, he flips the phone aside and leans back on his chair,pulling his tie loose.

Hongjoong can’t help but drool at the sight of him, the way the collar of his shirt fell apart and rested drooping from his nape , the loose tie gave him a view beyond his imagination of what was under that white dress shirt.

“Come here” Seonghwa said with a slight dominant tone as he patted his thigh for Hongjoong to sit on. Hongjoong doesn’t waste a second scurrying to his destination. He carefully puts his knees on either side of Seonghwa's thighs, hovering over him as Seonghwa grabs both his thighs, helping him balance landslide into the seat as he sits on his lap.

Face inches apart, breath fanning on each other as they breathe their scents in like oxygen. Seonghwa’s hand holding Hongjoong in place, with slight squeeze to his plump ass, his breath hitches as Seonghwa cups his face with his free hand to bring him closer.

Their lips brush as Hongjoong slightly parts his lips, one hand holding the edge of the chair, the other giving Seonghwa’s nape light scratches and twirling his soft hair.

“Such a sweet boy, so diligent for that coordinate hum. Not a single class missed, answering questions, being so polite. Yet you sit here and pout for me like a little slut hum?” Seonghwa’s tone taunting and horse, eye’s gleaming with jealousy and hunger. He tugs Hongjoong’s hair just a little as he whines.

Seonghwa pulls him into an open-mouthed kiss, tongue tasting every bit of his darling, kneading his ass with his palm. Hongjoong moans into his mouth, grinding his hips, feeling Seonghwa grow harder and bigger, the friction making himself leak precum, forming a wet patch on his pants.

Seonghwa's grip tightens on Hongjoong’s ass to restrict his movement, to which Hongjoong whines and grinds his hips sloppily. Seonghwa breaks the kiss with a taunting snicker, running the tip of his thumb on Hongjoong’s swollen lips.

“Such a shameless and needy doll..”

Seonghwa leans in again to nibble on Hongjoong’s lips and trails to his collarbone, leaving kisses and bites along his jaw and neck.

“My slutty little doll” he says pulling away with a slight smile, fingertips tracing his marks reaching back to Hongjoong’s lips. Hongjoong lost in bliss, eyes droopy and drunk with lust, mouth agape drool pooling at his chin as Seonghwa lets him suck on his thumb, putting little pressure on his tongue.

Seonghwa’s phone buzzes again this time with a note ‘meeting in 15 minutes’.

He taps on Hongjoong’s tongue for him to let go of his finger with a pop. his eyes expecting like a puppy waiting for treats.

“We'll have to wrap this up, darling. I have a meeting in a bit.”

“Nooo..” Hongjoong pouts as though throwing tantrums

“It can’t be helped doll, i’m at work..hmm” Seomghwa’s tone softens as he pulls out tissues from his desk drawer to wipe drool off of his doll’s face.

Hongjoong’s eyes light up with mischief as his dirty little fantasy makes itself known as a resolve to his need. Seonghwa, amused by his reaction, gives him a slight nod to urge him to sound his mind.

“What if..” Hongjoong trails off, getting up off of Seonghwa’s lap and kneeling in front of him looking up at him through his eyelashes, resting his palms on Seonghwa’s thighs, nervously drawing circles with his fingertips waiting for him to say something.

Seonghwa amused, he smirks, leaning forward to kiss Hongjoong’s lips briefly before letting out a slight laugh.

“So eager to suck me off. You don’t even mind getting expelled?”

“No, just want Hwa” Hongjoong speaks between breaths. Seonghwa, piqued by the new nickname, smirks as he guides Hongjoong under his desk, pulling out a spare tie from his drawer.

“Hands at your back” Hongjoong obeys the command and turns on his knees for Seonghwa to tie his hands, and once he’s done, he turns back, getting a reward kiss.

“Listen carefully now, darling, be my pretty doll and warm me well, hmm.”

“Yes Sir”

“You will not bob your head. Is that clear?”

“But..”

“Don’t want to disrupt my meeting now, do we? Hmm?”

“Will be good boy for Sir”

“That’s right, be a good cock sleeve for your Hwa.”

Seonghwa gives him a peck, then continues to undo his belt and pull out his hard dick from the restriction of his pants. Hongjoong gulps at the size of seonghwa’s dick, eyes glued to the angry and leaking tip.

“Go ahead darling”

Hongjoong gives the tip a few kitty licks before taking it in as deep as he can, Seonghwa lets out a hoarse moan, pushing Hongjoong’s head a little further making him take in just about half of his length. Tip hitting the back of Hongjoong’s throat as tears welled up in his eyes, looking up at Seonghwa, moaning on his cock.

“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth darling, now I need to tidy up and begin the meeting. Be my pretty little slut yes?”

Seonghwa pat Hongjoong’s head before turning his attention to fix himself for the meeting.

As soon as he’s getting done buttoning up his shirt and brushing his hair back in place, a knock is heard on the door, to which he utters a welcome.

The principal's assistant walks in with a file in her hand, letting the door swing closed behind her.

“I’ll get straight to the point, so to begin with i’ve got both good and bad news for you. Good is the portfolios you sent in for scholarship have been approved along with your little trip you want to take your student’s to.

The bad news is, Mr. Stone, that freelancing professor from that workshop, was assigned to accompany you and the staff.

Now I’m only telling you this because you are my brother, but keep in mind you need to be professional when he gets here for the meeting. You better figure out what to do with your sweetheart because Mr. Stone is fixated on him.”

Hearing this, Seonghwa unintentionally bucks his hips, making Hongjoong gag, and the slight sound of it doesn’t go unnoticed by Seonghwa’s cousin (the principal’s assistant). She realises what it means, and her eyes go wide before he lets a slight chuckle slip.

“Shouldn’t be a problem.” Seonghwa tried to act normal

“Well I guess you have it figured out, but be careful and give him a break, down there. Mr.stone talks too much. You don’t want to give your sweetheart a lockjaw.”

She snickers as she gets up from the seat to head out and get Mr. Stone for the meeting. Seonghwa utters a sweet apology and pats Hongjoong’s head before going through the file.

Seonghwa’s cousin returns with Mr.stone and they continue with the meeting.

For about 45 minutes they discussed the trip itinerary and workshops with occasional sighs and deep breaths Seonghwa took whenever Hongjoong gulped, his mouth contracting around Seonghwa’s cock. Precum mixed with Hongjoong’s saliva, his breath fanning on Seonghwa’s length, his jaw growing numb as he kept inching to take all of Seonghwa in his mouth, drool dripping from his chin.

Seonghwa checks his wristwatch and looks to his cousin for assistance. His growing concern for his darling overpowers any professional sense of duty. He tries to end the conversation, but Mr. Stone goes on with his thoughts on some topic Seonghwa was currently not interested at all about. Seonghwa looks at her and points at his watch indicating how long this meeting had been, knowing what he meant she helps wind up the meeting by telling him he had a meeting with the principal soon and that they should give him time for it and then she dismissed Mr. Stone and herself mouthing a slight apology.

While she dealt with Mr. Stone, Seonghwa crept his hand under the table to his darling’s face. Damp with tears and drool, Hongjoong nuzzled his cheek in the palm of Seonghwa’s hand causing friction as he slightly bobbed his head on Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa reached for Hongjoong’s hair, running his fingers through his doll’s soft hair and patting him in affirmation.

As soon as Mr. Stone and the principal’s assistant leave, he taps Hongjoong’s shoulder lightly letting him know he’d move. He moves his chair farther from the table, pulling himself out of Hongjoong’s mouth as he continues to guide Hongjoong out from under the table and unties his hands, massaging his red and bruised wrists while whispering sweet affirmations to his darling.

“Come here baby, you did so well, so good for me, such a good boy, my darling”

He continued praising him as he pulled him into a longing kiss, tasting his precum on his doll’s lips.

“I like being your doll” Hongjoong’s voice came out hushed and hoarse

Seonghwa gave him a loving smile, drawing circles on his cheek with his thumb

“You are My sweet doll”

“Sir ..”

“Hmm?”

“Please fuck my face”

“If that’s what you want, my darling”

Seonghwa gives him another kiss before slightly slapping his tip on Hongjoongs lips. Hongjoong licks along his veins, holding the base with both his hands and slowly taking the tip in and circling his tongue around and sucking at it. The pleasure makes Seonghwa lean his head back, eyes rolling shut for a second before he focuses back on his darling, hand guiding Hongjoong’s head lower on his cock.

“That’s right, take all you can baby you’re doing so well.”

The stretch stinging Hongjoong’s jaw, making him moan on Seonghwa’s cock, the vibrations pushing him closer to the edge making his hips buck up. Seonghwa holds Hongjoong’s head with both hands, helping him bob his head as he bucked his hips harder as Hongjoong gagged around him, tipping Seonghwa off the edge. Seonghwa pulls away and strokes himself in front of his doll’s face.

“Close your eyes baby”

Hongjoong obeys as he closes his eyes, mouth hung wide open, face glistening with drool and tears. The pretty and needy expression of his doll was enough for Seonghwa to let go as he came on Hongjoong’s face. Cum all over his beautiful face. Hongjoong opens his eyes looking up at Seonghwa through his eyelashes, he gulps the cum in his mouth and licks his lips for more leaning forward to suck off the last few droplets from Seonghwa’s dick.

“So good for me baby, so pretty with my cum on your face”

Seonghwa lifts Hongjoong and helps him sit on his lap. Taking drops of his cum from his face with his finger and making him suck it off of his fingers.

He looks down to notice a big wet patch on Hongjoong’s crotch and smiles.

“Did you cum untouched darling?”

Hongjoong nods shyly, looking down, eyes droopy with exhaustion.

“It’s okay, baby, you did so well for me. Stay up a bit so i can take you to your apartment, hmm?”

“No, have roommate” Hongjoong mumbles, protesting against being taken to his shared apartment.

“You have a roommate?”

“Yes…” Hongjoong wants to continue to say something, but exhaustion gets the best of him, and Seonghwa can't help but chuckle at his cuteness.

“It’s okay darling let’s go home, and then we can wash up and take a nap”

“Hmm”

That’s all Hongjoong could produce before snoozing in Seonghwa’s arms, with his mouth slightly agape. Seonghwa smiles at his sweet doll resting in his arms and whispers “ You are My Only Favorite, you’re Only Mine”

Seonghwa wipes Hongjoong’s face and hands gently with a wet wipe and then carefully carries him to his car before driving them back home.

[a/n : It’s not very often for me to write mxm, but this idea by my friend' had me twirling my hair for too long. This will have a Part 2 some time soon, and I may continue into this set only if there is some external inspo on it (you can ask if you want 😉). Anyway, reblogs are appreciated, and so are comments. Feedback and requests are welcome as well]

That's it for now, lmk how you like your spice?

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UNWIND.

Pairing: Hongjoong X Reader

Genre: romance (?), Pure smut.

wc: 827

Tags: nsfw (18+) MDNI, heavy oral sex, drool, Choking, Deepthroat, Reader giving.

Hongjng8’s notes: I can never ever get over studio Hongjoong. Something about his concentrated expressions and occasional frustrations. Ugggg~ Also! Happy first fic me !! I hope you can enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed writing ;)) MWAHS MWAHS xoxo

Your day would typically end with a warm tea alongside your favorite show streaming on the flat-screen TV — especially after a long day at work.

Today was a tad bit different though. You had been let off early, one of the lucky ones in the eyes of your manager they’d say.

Clocking out of your shortened shift, the thought of your boyfriend Hongjoong traced your mind; what was he up to? Maybe I could surprise him?

You Uber’d your way home, short and quick — eager to reunite with Hongjoong once again. Soon enough, you were home, stepping out of the car with a sigh of relief: “finally..” you dusted yourself off before entering the apartment, locking the door behind you.

Quietly, you cracked open the door of your shared room, to which also included Hongjoong’s studio. Immediately your eyes landed on an evidently frustrated Hongjoong, who happened to be ever so focused on his work, per usual. You found it rather endearing to watch him create such masterpieces, although the hard-ship never went unnoticed.

“Stressed?” Your delicate hands soothed his shoulders, fluttering a loving kiss upon his jawline.

Hongjoong let out a low moan, one of agreement — with a hint of satisfaction from being in your embrace, after he had waited some painful hours for your arrival.

“Y/n.. I’ve missed you.”

Hongjoong shifted in his swiveled seat, maneuvering his attention towards you for a moment. His hands reaching to cup your cheeks, his lips tending to yours, perfectly embracing one another — before inching away. “Works got me all agitated and riled up.” He growled in annoyance, turning back to face his computer and keyboard.

You scanned his fidgetive frame. A sly, dirty idea creeping into your mind. Your body swaying around the chair, teeth indulging into your bottom lip. You knelt down slowly, your eyes meeting his. Hongjoong grinned, head tilting as he was catching onto what you were about to do.

You smiled sheepishly up at him, your fingers playing with the hem of his pants.

“Maybe I can help you relieve some of that.. stress. you work so… hard..”

Your words trailed off, tugging at his pants. Hongjoong assisted you, and soon, his lower-half clothes were completely removed, elsewhere to be seen.

His half-hard cock springing free, the tip glistening from his wetness.

“Such a Good doll..” He hummed, leaning back comfortably, hands grasping either side of the arm rests.

You took this as an instant invitation, shuffling a little closer to close the gap.

Licking your lips, you leant down to glide a wet lick along his length, the point of your tongue pressing against the slit of his tip.

“Ah, fuck.” Hongjoong hissed in pleasure, his hands coming down to collect your hair into a ponytail. You let a soft moan pass after feeling the tightening grip of his fingers around your hair, giving it a light tug. You took the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly.

“That’s my good girl..” Hongjoong groaned, head leaning back in bliss whilst his hips bucked up involuntarily. Cock desperately growing harder. You moaned, his cock hitting the back of your throat, to which Hongjoong cursed a whispered “fuck.”

Your eyes sealed shut, guiding your head up and down rhythmically, your delicate digits wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping the places you couldn’t reach. Hongjoong’s hands tightened around your hair, his hips thrusting upward — length completely engulfed down your throat.

“Keep sucking me off baby, you’re doing so fucking good for me~” Hongjoong lifted your head for a moment, letting you catch your breath. Strings of saliva connecting your mouth to his tip. “You look so pretty sucking my dick.” To which you responded with a dazed smile.

Before you could act further, one of his hands moved down to caress your face — thumb pushing between your teeth, pulling the side of your mouth to force it open.

A sinister look beamed in his eyes, your drool coating his fingers as he plugged your mouth back up with his drenched cock.

“Come on baby, I know you can take it.”

You moaned in anticipation, sending vibrations of pleasure down his length, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked, allowing him to continue violating your throat; tears streaming down your face from the intensity.

“Fuck y/n.. fuck.”

Choking, your hands grasped against his thighs for balance, lavishing in how his legs were twitching, his breathing unsteady, rapid.

Hongjoong’s hand moved to hold the nape of your neck, letting out a loud, blood pumping moan. His cock kissing the back of your throat with each willing thrust. “F-fuck !”

He came, milking his warm seed down your throat. You swallowed as much as you could, some of his release mixing with your saliva — forming a creamy substance that gushed past your lips, creating a ring around his shaft. Which you instinctively licked clean, panting to catch your breath.

“Did i help you unwind?” ~

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Missing Puzzle Piece

Pairing: Hongjoong x afab/gn reader

Warning ⚠️: cursing, mention of sex,lmk if I missed any.

[a/n: This is a scenario, and I may or may not write on it later. It's not proof read so expect spelling errors, if you want to use this in your works then lmk and make sure to tag me in it 😊. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Feedbacks are welcome as well. I won't keep you long but I will tell you that you might want to keep a tissue or two handy. That's it, I hope you like it]

Hongjoong had lost his group ring again

You did want to propose to him soon

Is it a sign??

How can he wear 2 rings on the same finger without being bothered about it?

You go with him to get the group ring reordered

And when he isn't paying much attention you tell them to put a hold to the making of the ring and make an appointment a few days after

Later the same week you go back to the place. Alone this time.

You pull out your design for the ring you wanted to make for him. You discuss details about its girth and the stone you wanted to get

After that is done you tell them to make his group ring a few sizes bigger than the original and to increase the radius within the infinity sign where the Dimond is set in one of its loops

Your idea was to hide your wedding ring inside the group ring

Well you wouldn't call it hiding since the stone in the second loop would give it away if you'd pay attention to it

You'd rather say he'd just have both his wedding rings together as one on his finger

You'd designed yours to have your birth stones embedded on the inner side where no one but he'd see it. Your diamond would sit on top such that it goes through the loop of the infinity on his group ring

Your diamond won't protrude but it would sit as though he'd had the original ring have 2 diamonds instead

The only difference being the tint your diamond had. You'd had the diamond cut into to engrave your initials into it with a drop of your blood and then stitched up like some pouch of a pact with the devil he'd made.

To get a natural diamond cut and re-harvested in a lab cost you good and if at all the love you had for him was any less you wouldn't have done it

You'd sat through nights and headaches just sitting at the kitchen counter designing the ring of your dreams

You had no problem at all, with the fact that he loved his members so much that you knew you'd make your ring to mold into it and sit like the rings are hugging each other

You loved them too, you couldn't imagine not having them in your life. You couldn't imagine your marriage without the chaos they'd bring, the laughs, the bickering, the love quarrels the stupid comments.

You couldn't imagine proposing to the love of your life without the help of the menaces who got you to fall into your future husband's arms, without their teasing.

You couldn't help but tear up waiting to collect the rings.

Hongjoong was your forever, till death and beyond, if not for eternity and all.

You had the ring, the dress, the hair inspo, the makeup, the nails, the heels, the venue, the plot for your trap to get your Joongie out of his studio, dressed and at the venue and your super supportive beastie Wooie.

5 hours to sunset. Everything is according to plan. Hwa has your Joongie out of the studio and preparing for a shower. You're sitting with Woo having your panic picnic at your apartment while he colors your hair.

3 hours to go. You're dolled up and getting pep talked to in the backseat of San's car which is taking you to the beach villa you bought last summer without telling anyone. Wooyoung had gasped offended when you told him you'd had this villa since late June.

The weather was pleasant, it hadn't rained and the skies were clear without signs of possible rain..

You were shaking, nervous and excited. Palms sweaty, breath heavy, heartbeat so rapid he could rap over it.

Just, as a confused Hongjoong walks up to the trail of flowers you'd prepared as a ramp for him. Nudged by his only hyung he continues to trace the trail.

You kneel on one knee, your hands resting on the other.

He finally walks up to you eyes teary and hands full with the Polaroids you had laid out pinned to the vines along the trail.

He stands in front of you and you look into his eyes. Like a dream to good to be true. But it was your destiny and you had come a long way to be here.

Bringing out the little ring box. You take a deep breath, flip it open and look the love of your life in the eyes.

"I did prepare a speech but I don't remember any of it. All I know is that I love you and I want you and I want to have kids with you and grow old and when we're dead I want to haunt with you. I want you to be mine.

Will you marry me?"

Tears trickle down your cheeks as you look at him. He's frozen, as he blinks his tears away.

He stomps his feet like a little kid.

"That’s not fare, I wanted to ask you first."

You blink at him confused as he kneels right in front of you, drawing a similar box out from his pocket and next to your hand he opens it.

"Marry me."

You're bawling your eyes and so is he. He pulls you in for a quick kiss before letting out his finger for you to put his ring on him as you follow to do the same. You recognize the tinted Dimond and look up to him in disbelief.

"Baby your drunk ass tells me all about your fantasies, I've known you'd want a diamond like no other, one with my sole etched to you forever."

"I fucking love Kim Hongjoong"

"I love fucking you Kim y/n"

P.S.

Attempt at comedy:

Wooyoung pops the champagne and the cork hits your head and then everyone makes Mrs. Kim Shorty jokes some including "you'll have short children since both of you are short".

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I hope someone finds me so pretty thag jt makes them fucking insssannneeeeeeeee

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Istg same 🤌

Right, let's talk about the all-star university fencing team. Arrogant, stunningly handsome, and rich bastards who have a penchant for playing with pretty, innocent girls. They are obsessed with trying to fuck you first.

They like to trap you. Pinning you against the shelves in the library and slipping their fingers up your skirt. They drag you into the shower room. They watch as your tidy clothes get wet and transparent, revealing cute lace underwear. They make you watch them masturbate in the changing rooms until you start whimpering and wriggling all over.

They love to annoy you, to sit with you in the classroom and whisper in your ear what they want to do to you, how they want to fuck you. How they will use your beautiful mouth and your tight little cunt.

At some point along the way, they will fall in love with you to the point of insanity, becoming more and more obsessed and hotter and hotter. Controlling themselves around you becomes harder and harder. 

They want to fuck your brains out to the point where all you can think about is how to do their bidding. 

They're used to winning and getting what they want. And it just so happens that you, my darling, are what they want more than anything else. 

I'm pretty much ruined by this idea, and you can't blame me. Just look at them!