#[ m : jihoon ]

[okiedokrie]

[22:40]

Summary: You give Jihoon a blowjob in his studio.

Characters/Pairing: Lee Jihoon (Woozi) x GN!Reader

Genre: Smut, porn without plot

AU/Trope Info: Idol!AU, Established relationship

Word Count: 233

Warnings: Semi-public sex, use of the nickname 'baby', praise, oral (m receiving)

Rating: 18+

A/N: I'm reuploading my own work, I did not plagiarize.

"Oh, yeah, baby, just like that-" Jihoon groans as he throws his head back in pleasure, the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his cock driving him insane. He closes his eyes, biting down on his lip as he starts with a moan and ends with a whine, he runs his fingers through your hair, grabs at the roots and holds it there, bucking his hips up from the chair, fucking your face.

He drapes his other arm over his eyes, more moans spilling from his pillow lips as he bucks his hips faster. You moan at the harshness of the tip of his dick massaging your throat, hollowing your cheeks out as you suck harder. The tip of your tongue swirling around his tip when you come up.

"Oh- shit-! Fuck, I'm gonna cum-" He says, the pitch of his voice getting higher as his thrusts get more aggressive. His arm drops to his side, his head popping up with his frantic eyes wide open to make eye-contact with you. The intensity of his stare only made you suck harder, his high-pitched whines and pretty fuck-out face shoots heat into the pit of your stomach. 

His eyebrows furrow as his hair sticks to his forehead, with one final thrust he pushes your head closer to his crotch, his shaft stilling in your throat as he shoots his hot load down it.

[hoshingi]

WOOZI ✯ 240502 Maestro

[ravixen]

hey beautiful person~ i got a lil request for u! what about werewolves!svt and their reaction to one of the members asking them if they are in love after noting some slight changes in their behavior? hope you have a good day <3

svt + "are you in love?"

➔ request || reaction || werewolf!au || ot13

➔ warnings: none || 0.4k words ➔ notes: fluff, human y/n ; hello to you, too!! this is a super cute idea, and as I've said so many times, the werewolf!au (shifter!au is more accurate, I suppose) is something I keep near and dear to my heart. I hope this is what you were looking for! made it pre-relationship so that we get a little Yearning, and fair warning, only the second one is werewolf-ish? the rest can be read as non-AU

when someone asks if he's in love, he's genuinely confused. "no? what are you talking about?" he asks, and they have to hold back from face palming because he's literally in the middle of making another little gift for you. he thinks that he's just being nice, but everyone (other than you and him, I guess?) recognizes these as courtship tokens. eventually, he will get a wake-up call and realize that holy shit, I am in love with them, and his friends will be there to pat his shoulder because yes? he's literally dedicating hours of his time to do things for you? what else could it be:

joshua, WONWOO, jihoon, seungkwan

his pheromones are going crazy, and he (for lack of a better word) stinks because he's subconsciously trying to cover you in his scent without getting too close. marking without marking, you know? he knows that it's a problem deep down, but he thinks that if he just ignores his feelings, they'll go away. when someone asks are you in love? he just blinks and tries to play dumb, but no one is fooled. all of his friends are trying to get you two together so that he'll stop flooding the room. seriously, every time the two of you are together, they have to open windows:

SEUNGCHEOL, soonyoung, CHAN

he's so obvious with his intentions when he sidles up to you, but he hasn't explicitly said anything to anyone, so everyone just ignores it until it goes on for too long. when someone asks if he's in love, he gives them a quizzical look. "obviously," he says, but then he sighs and his gaze finds its way to your side of the room where you stand, laughing with another friend. why is he acting like it's the 15th century and he's about to write a sonnet about his affections?

JUNHUI, mingyu

it's not like he's become a different person, but his habits do shift to reflect yours. if you often get up early, he's starting to wake up early. if you're a night owl, he'll stay up late to chat. your favorite song? stuck in his head all day. your favorite food? all he's craving for a week. when someone asks if it's because he's in love, he realizes that he's mirroring you so that he can make space for you in his life. and he supposes that that's love, so he says yes and actively tries to court you so that his efforts won't be in vain:

jeonghan, seokmin, MINGHAO, vernon

[ftdino]

WOOZI + RED for @kpopcreators colors in kpop event

[chaemins]

I'm sorry. For what? For everything. Me too. I'm sorry.

WEAK HERO CLASS 1 약한영웅 Class 1 (2022) @userdramas event 12 ✦ loss

[junekissed]

not so silent night

day seven of junkissed’s svt season’s greetings event

member — music teacher!jihoon x english teacher!reader genre — fluff, some humor word count — 1.4k synopsis — your students have been trying to set you up with the other teachers all year. but what happens when the hot music teacher actually says yes? warnings — children being mischievous, maaybe suggestive at the end, if you choose to take it that way notes — lowercase intended. fun fact i wrote this on the greyhound bus coming home over thanksgiving break lol

edit [01/11] : i have added a second part to this fic called "not so holy night"! it is nsfw so minors dni. you can read it here!

one reblog = one scheming child

“why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

you look up from the essay you’re grading. “‘excuse me?”

the little girl sitting at the desk closest to yours is staring at you. “how come you don’t have a boyfriend?” she repeats.

you hold in a laugh. “it’s silent reading time, heather. go back to your book.”

“you could date one of the other teachers,” she continues. “you know, my music teacher mr. lee is single. do you think he’s hot?”

“i think you need to finish your book, or else you’ll be staying in at recess to clean the whiteboards.”

she shrugs and rolls her eyes, but opens her book again. “somethin’ to think about.”

the bell rings signaling recess, and the room erupts in a flurry of little voices and papers rustling as the students put their books away and head outside. you follow them out, standing by the entrance to your classroom as they file out the door.

a man stands across the hall, similarly watching his students leave. you know he’s the music teacher; the drums that you hear every morning during third period are evidence of that. but other than that, you don’t know much about him. except now, thanks to nosy junior high girls, you know he’s not married, at least.

“good morning, mr. lee,” you say when you catch his eye.

he smiles. “please, call me jihoon.”

“how are your students?”

“good, good,” he says, crossing his arms. “and yours?”

“jumpy as always,” you laugh politely.

“wouldn’t expect any less, this close to winter break,” he replies. despite the small talk being no different than it is any other morning, you find yourself looking more closely at him for the first time.

“speaking of,” you start, “ are you going to the staff party this weekend?”

he leans against the door of his classroom. “wasn’t planning on it.”

“oh.” you stand awkwardly for a minute before nodding politely and turning to go back in your room, thinking the conversation is over.

“do you… would you wanna go with me?” you hear from behind you.

you spin around. “what?”

he shrugs, clearly trying to act nonchalant. “if i show up by myself and my students get wind of it, i’ll never hear the end of it.”

you pause. “why?”

he sighs. “they keep trying to set me up with other teachers. there’s only so many math teachers in the school, and they’re all married. if i don’t do something, they might move on to the language teachers.”

“i know the feeling,” you say, laughing, but you wonder if he was trying to say anything with that comment: you’re a language teacher. but you're probably just reading too much into it. “what is with kids and trying to put people together?”

“ah, you too?” he smiles. “it’s probably the same students doing it to both of us.”

“the group of girls that always wear the matching hair bows?”

“mhm, the very ones.”

you grin. “maybe we should go out, give them something to gossip about.”

his cheeks flush pink, and he coughs, reaching up to adjust his tie. “i– um…”

you panic at his reaction. “sorry! just a– joke…” you trail off.

“do you… like coffee?” he asks suddenly. you raise your eyebrows, and he laughs, gesturing to the mug in your hand. “that’s a stupid question, sorry.”

“i do like coffee, yes,” you giggle. neither of you are exactly the smoothest people in the world, but talking with him somehow feels natural.

“second period is my prep,” he says, fidgeting with his hands.

“i know,” you laugh, and he gives you a confused look. “i mean, it’s the only time i don’t hear your class.”

“oh,” he chuckles. “sorry about that. i always tell them not to mess around, but, what can you do?”

“don’t worry about it,” you smile. “so, coffee?”

“is tomorrow good?”

“the sooner the better,” you joke.

“i’ll see you then,” he smiles.

you clear your throat. “well, i’ve got grading to do, i should probably… go…”

“oh! yeah, of course,” he says, uncrossing his arms and wiping his palms on his pants. “i should go too, before the kids get back.”

“it’s nice talking to you,” you add at the last second.

his face lights up, and you’re glad he took it as a compliment instead of meaningless small talk. “yeah, you too!”

you grin awkwardly and slip back into your room, shutting the door behind you.

damn, it hasn’t been that long since you’ve been on a date. you didn’t think your flirting was that rusty. but if you wanted to prove these kids wrong, you’d have to step up your game.

although it’s none of their business, you’re so excited about the date, you almost want to tell heather and the other girls that yes, a so-called “old woman” like yourself is still capable of getting a date.

you grin to yourself and shake your head, going back to the stack of papers on your desk, hoping to get the last of your grading done before recess is over and your next class comes in.

the next morning you wake up before your alarm, a feat that hasn’t happened in years. you stand in front of your closet for what’s probably close to an hour, trying to find the perfect outfit.

why are you so worried about this? it’s just coffee, you reason with yourself. no need to get all crazy over it.

still, it takes you at least another ten minutes before you finally pick out something to wear. giving yourself one last once-over in the bathroom mirror, you grab your keys and head out to your car half an hour earlier than you normally do. maybe sitting in your classroom before school will give you some time to figure out what the hell you’re about to do.

it’s not against the rules, per se, for one teacher to date another. but you can’t help but be nervous if something goes wrong. you can’t exactly avoid him when his classroom is directly across from yours.

to your amazement, the date goes great. yes, so maybe the “date” is just the two of you sitting in the starbucks down the street from the school, but at this hour of the day, it’s quiet. everyone’s either busy at work or dropping their kids off at school.

you learn a lot about mr. lee— jihoon, as he insists, that morning. like how he always wanted to be a music producer, and how he was in a band in college that was actually pretty successful.

too soon, you check your watch and realize it’s almost time for third period. you stand up, smoothing your coat down with your hands.

“are you still going to the staff party this weekend?” he says, just as you’re about to open the door.

you smile. “i was, yeah.”

he twists his coffee cup in his hands nervously. “do you maybe wanna… get drinks, or something before? we could carpool. i know this place downtown that has great cocktails. if you’d be, um, into that,” he finishes shyly.

you beam. “that sounds like a lot of fun. i’ll text you my address?”

he fumbles to grab his phone and hand it to you, nearly spilling his drink in the process.

“you should… call me, sometime,” you say as you text yourself from his phone to save the number.

“i will,” he says with a sheepish grin, and you know he means it.

“so you have a boyfriend now?”

you glance up. “and what makes you think that?” you say. okay, so maybe you do technically have… something, now.

“i saw pictures of you and mr. lee on the school’s facebook from the christmas party,” heather says nonchalantly.

before you can even think of a response, something like, “why are you searching for pictures of me,” or, “since when does the school have a facebook profile?”, she shrugs and goes back to her grammar assignment.

you hold in a laugh, watching her. she doesn’t say anything more, so you look back at the homework in front of you, waiting to finish being graded.

“if you two get married, can i be the flower girl?” you hear a minute later, interrupting the silence. “since it was me that got you together.”

“we’ll see,” you glare playfully, raising your eyebrows. with the success of the last few dates you’ve been on, you can’t say it isn’t entirely out of the question. but that’s not something you’re about to tell heather and her little gossip group. especially after what happened when you got back to jihoon’s house after the staff party; those details, you’ll have to keep to yourself.

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[seandorothy]

Weak Hero Class 1 ▷ Shi-Eun and Sooho

What's with this emotion? I'm getting goosebumps. What's your deal? What? I mean, you... You're so warm-hearted. Your eyes, how you behave, how you speak, and your face. It feels awfully strange.

[pdwoozi]

[SPECIAL VIDEO] "Diamond Days", Woozi

[quicksilverster]

[😇] crashing ❈ yoon jeonghan

⋆⑅˚₊✎ prompt(s): crashing by illenium, bahari

⋆⑅˚₊✎ genres: a whole lotta fluff, a bit of angst, acquaintances-to-lovers!au, college!au, roommate!au.

⋆⑅˚₊✎ description: Five times Jeonghan crashes at Yejin’s apartment, and the one time she crashes at his.

⋆⑅˚₊✎ warning(s): mentions of alcohol

⋆⑅˚₊✎ pairing(s): yoon jeonghan x kang yejin

⋆⑅˚₊✎ word count: 3.4k words

⋆⑅˚₊✎ a/n: A fic I turned into a short story and into a fic again because I recently got back into SEVENTEEN. This is old, 2021-early 2022 writing, but I’m going to post it anyway because it wasn’t that bad (IMO) + I like this story. (i also apologize for the banner quality cuz it's been literal years since i made one for a kpop dude)

one.

The first time Jeonghan crashed at her place, Yejin was alone in her apartment, working on her essay.

Her roommate Aera wasn’t home; she was at a party or club somewhere, getting drunk and dancing her limbs off. Yejin could practically see her limping the next morning, the product of a crushed foot. She was alone in her room, sipping from a mug of warm tea as she added words in Times New Romans font onto her document. The only source of light in the room made its presence known through the glaring screen in front of her, illuminating her worn face. Melodies from her Spotify window and the clacking noise from her fingers drumming the keys were the only sounds in the room, accompanied by Yejin’s tired breathing. She leaned against the back of her chair with exhaustion, her brain fried like a skillet.

Yejin was jolted out of her reverie when the sharp rapping of knuckles against her front door resonated into her ears. Aera usually arrived home after 2 a.m. during one of these crazy social events, meaning the person at the door could not be her. The knocks were rather composed, too, given by one with a sober mind. Begrudgingly peeling her eyes away from the screen, Yejin slid her arctic feet into her fluffy slippers and headed to the front door. Gripping the door handle tightly, she swung it open to meet a familiar face, a smile frozen across his face as a result of the wintry atmosphere outside.

“It’s 11 p.m., why are you still awake?” Jeonghan bustled into the apartment chattering like a mother hen. He scrutinized her fluffy lavender pajamas and wide eyes behind her glinting spectacles. “I understand that you have work and stuff, but sleep is important as well.”

Yejin blinked blankly, watching Jeonghan tut over her apartment with a watchful eye, and dropped an overnight bag on her couch. “Um,” she managed after a few flummoxed seconds. “Uh, what are you doing here?”

“Aera sent me here,” he shrugged, carding his messy locks back. “She wanted me to make sure you’re doing your essay diligently instead of scrolling through Instagram or whatnot.”

“So you’re sleeping over?” Yejin raised a doubtful eyebrow.

Jeonghan scratched the back of his head. “Well, Aera said she might not be back until tomorrow morning, so she wants me to keep you company.”

Aera was currently dating Jeonghan’s best friend and roommate Seungcheol, so she was well acquainted with the young man in front of her. However, that didn’t mean she was entirely comfortable with the idea of him sleeping over in her apartment.

Jeonghan seemed to comprehend Yejin’s indecisive expression, for he placed his hands in the air. “I won’t do anything suspicious, I promise. Aera just doesn’t want you to be alone here.”

“Okay,” Yejin said, slipping her earbud into her ear as she continued her assignment. “Make yourself at home, I guess.”

Jeonghan grinned a broad, boyish smile, before plopping onto the couch and pulling his phone out to play a mobile game. Within a few minutes, he had fallen asleep. His snores accompanied the already existing sounds in the room.

Yejin eyed him from her workstation, her lips punctured as she wondered what her roommate was up to.

two.

“I’m perfectly fine being by myself,” Yejin said with as much patience (which isn’t much) as she could summon from the inner depths of her heart. However, her roommate was making it particularly difficult to be nice.

“I told you a hundred times, you need human interaction!” Aera said as she shoved her feet into a pair of heels, ready for yet another party.

“Easy for you to say, you social butterfly.”

Aera grinned proudly at the nickname she was bestowed with. “Thank you!” She said, bowing for extra effect.

Yejin fought the urge to roll her eyes. “Jeonghan hardly counts as human interaction.” She poked the yogurt cup in her hand with her spoon, denting the fragile base of the plastic. “Whenever he comes here, he only lounges over our couch, steals our snacks, and plays with his phone.”

“It’d be nice if you both become friends.”

“Doesn’t Jeonghan have a girlfriend? Are you sure it’s wise for him to be here?”

Aera fidgeted in the spot, her eyes ricocheting from the door and to her roommate. “If you put it like that, probably not.”

“You just want me to interact with him because he’s your boyfriend’s roommate.”

“And he’s a nice person, and you need his company,” Aera added hurriedly. “Now can I go? I’m going to be late.”

“Fine,” Yejin said. Aera bolted as soon as the words left her roommate’s mouth. Yejin shook her head almost endearingly as the front door slammed shut.

Half an hour later, Jeonghan materialized in her doorway with a messy hairdo and a plastic bag filled with boxes of food. The former was the result of the displeased weather outside, but Yejin couldn’t think of a special occasion that would warrant takeout.

“I heard you have an exam coming up,” Jeonghan placed the plastic bag down in front of her laptop, the smell of it tantalizing Yejin’s stomach to growl. “So I got you this.”

Yejin eyed the plastic bag, her fingers tingling to reach out and devour whatever was inside in a single gulp. She glanced upward and stared into Jeonghan’s eyes. It was difficult to maintain contact; his eyes were obsidian in color, as dark as black holes. If Yejin stared for too long, she’d get sucked in.

“What are you getting out of this?” Yejin asked as politely as she could, though a trained ear could detect the venom hiding within.

Jeonghan leaned in, his disorganized chestnut side-swept hair falling over his eyes. He fixed the navy blue backpack strap hanging from the side of his shoulder as he bent down to stare into her eyes. Yejin held her breath, intimidated by the sudden change of atmosphere.

“Your friendship,” Jeonghan ended cheekily, a boyish smile curling on the corners of his lips.

“Ha,” Yejin muttered weakly, running her hand through her long hair.

“You’re a very smart student, Yejin,” Jeonghan reached out to fidget with her laptop screen, pushing it close before pulling it up again before it could involuntarily shut down. “But it’s okay to take a break sometimes, you know. When you’re done with that assignment of yours, let’s play Monopoly.”

“Monopoly?” Yejin frowned. “We don’t have Monopoly here.”

“I noticed,” Jeonghan commented in a pained tone. “How can you not have a Monopoly board in this apartment? You and Aera are disappointments. Here,” he dropped his backpack on the floor and pulled out a Monopoly board.

Yejin raised a brow. “You brought a whole Monopoly board with you?”

“Yes, for this very special occasion,” Jeonghan said proudly. “Eat your food, and then tell me when you’re finished with your work. I’ll wait for you.”

Despite her protests, Yejin’s heart fluttered a little at his words.

“Okay,” she mumbled.

Jeonghan smiled and threw his body over the couch, unaware that he left a certain girl’s heart hammering violently against her sternum.

three.

A knock dragged Yejin’s attention away from her book and towards the door. Setting the paperback page down on the coffee table, Yejin stretched her sore back as her guest knocked on her door again.

“Coming,” she said, peeking through the eyehole to check. Her eyes widened a little when she recognized the mop of brown hair and swung the door wide open without hesitation. Jeonghan fell forward like a piece of domino, but luckily, Yejin caught his shoulders before he could collide with the ground.

“Get up, you’re heavy,” Yejin inhaled, catching a whiff of alcohol. She coughed, startled. “Oh, crap. Have you been drinking?”

“It was Aera,” he mumbled, his legs flailing behind him. He groaned as his palm flew to his temple. Yejin laid him gently on the couch and rummaged through her drawers for painkillers.

“What were you doing with Aera?” Yejin asked as she placed a glass of water and some tablets on the coffee table. She peered down at Jeonghan’s head from the side of the couch as his body took up the rest of the comfy furniture. From her vantage point, she could see the elegant curves and slopes that made up Jeonghan’s face. He was, indeed, handsome. She threw her gaze away in case he saw her staring, but he was too drunk to care.

“Some party,” Jeonghan said, his voice so soft that Yejin had to guess what he said through his closed lips. He had an arm over his eyes, and his voice sounded strained. Yejin raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” she pulled at his arm to get him to sit up. “Come on, you need to drink this.”

“I don’t have a headache yet,” his words were slurred as Yejin attempted to yank him to his feet.

“You look like you have a headache. Trust me, Aera’s my roommate.”

“Can I confess something?” Jeonghan swiftly rolled over onto his stomach as he shot Yejin a smile. Or a smirk, more like, judging from the lopsided curve on the right side of his mouth.

“Okay?” Yejin gulped, feeling her cheeks pinking at the casual smile he offered.

“I actually like you,” he laughed, a bubbly note ringing through the silent air of the apartment.

Yejin froze. “What?”

“It was two years ago. I saw you at orientation and developed a crush on you. Surprising, eh? And I only saw you once but I fell deep. In love, I mean. I forgot about you, sort of, when I didn’t see you again for a very long time. And then a few months ago I saw you in the library and learned you were my roommate’s girlfriend’s roommate. You can imagine my shock.”

“Jeonghan, you have a girlfriend,” Yejin reminded him, feeling a stinging in her eye sockets.

“Yeah, I know,” Jeonghan laughed, his eyelids closing halfway through. “Funny. If only I went out more, socialized more, you know. Maybe I would’ve met you. Maybe I would’ve been dating you right now.”

“You sound so confident,” Yejin said, reaching out to press her palm against Jeonghan’s cheek. Just this once. One time, then I’m never going to do this again.

“I mean, maybe. I don’t know,” Jeonghan leaned into her hand and his lips brushed the heel of her palm. Her breath hitched and she swallowed. “Do you like me?”

Yejin grimaced, her lips embracing her teeth. “I don’t know.”

Jeonghan kept his firm gaze on her eyes, but she looked away within seconds. A sigh escaped his mouth and he leaned against the couch.

“Of course, you don’t.” He peeled Yejin’s hand from his cheek. “I’m sorry for coming here.”

“It’s alright,” Yejin said, running her fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind at all.”

“I really like you,” Jeonghan repeated, his voice fading into a soft laugh. “I just…”

A snore left his throat, and a tear escaped her eyelids.

four.

“I want you to be gentle with Jeonghan,” Aera said as she shoved her heels into her shoes.

“What do you mean?” Yejin asked as soon as she pulled the pen from between her teeth. Normally, she’d tuck the piece of stationary behind her ear, but that space was currently occupied by her black-rimmed glasses.

“Something happened,” Aera answered vaguely, averting her gaze from Yejin’s scrutiny.

“To him?”

“You’ll see for yourself.”

When Jeonghan came along, Yejin immediately understood what Aera meant. His fluffy swept hair was even more disgruntled than usual, vaguely reminding Yejin of a thornbush. There were dark circles under his eyes that were almost the shade of his onyx eyes and his lips were chapped and scarlet in some places, but Yejin glanced away before he could catch her staring. Despite how exhausted he looked, he still managed to smile at her.

“I’ve never seen you wear glasses before,” he said.

Yejin tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, swallowing nervously. “Yeah, well, I usually prefer my lenses.”

Jeonghan exhaled, a rough, guttural sound that shattered Yejin’s glass heart into a thousand fragments. “I broke up with Stacey.”

“Oh,” Yejin closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Jeonghan laughed, an empty sound that undulated as he flopped face-first onto the couch. “I’m sorry about last time and for… for being here. I don’t know who else to go to.”

Yejin pursed her lips, wondering if Jeonghan still remembered his confession. Did he remember that he told her he liked her? Did he remember how she placed her palm on his cheek? Did he remember the sound of her heartbeat and the warm emotions thumping in rhythm with her blood?

“Do you want a hug?” she asked, surprising herself.

Jeonghan watched her, a small smile materializing on his face. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

Yejin accompanied Jeonghan on the couch and allowed him to sink his head into the dip of her shoulder. They stayed that way for a while as Yejin allowed Jeonghan to take the warm comfort she offered him.

“I saw her,” he mumbled into the collar of Yejin’s sweater, “with another guy. It’s only been a week since we broke up and there she is. Dating again.”

“Maybe… that’s her way of recovering?” Yejin asked meekly.

“Maybe,” Jeonghan exhaled and Yejin could feel his breath on her neck. “But it still hurts so much, you know.”

“Yeah,” Yejin stared out at the dark sky. “I know.”

“Can I…” Jeonghan shifted to a more comfortable position, keeping his head on Yejin’s shoulder and his arms around her torso. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Sure.” Yejin pulled away to grab a cushion on the floor and positioned it under Jeonghan’s head. “Not a problem at all.”

Jeonghan looped his fingers through Yejin’s hand, and she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rested her head against the couch and watched his chest rise and fall.

five.

“What’s he doing here?” Aera frowned.

“No, the question is, why are you still here?” Yejin responded.

“I live here!” Aera threw her hands into the air incredulously.

“She’s kicking you out,” Jeonghan snickered. “She wants full ownership of the apartment and the cat and the refrigerator full of your delicious food.”

“We don’t have a cat.”

“He’s the cat,” Yejin jabbed her finger in Jeonghan's direction.

“Ouch,” Jeonghan used his hand that wasn’t occupied with holding a yogurt cup to slam the right side of his chest. “That smarts, Yejin.”

Even the way he said her name made her stomach soar.

“It’s true!” She argued, hoping that her cheeks remained their normal hue. “All you do here is sleep and eat our food. Just like a cat.”

“I meant,” Aera began, flapping the air when Jeonghan opened his mouth to argue, “that I haven’t even left and yet you’re already here. You usually come after I’m gone.”

“We’re having a movie marathon today,” Yejin said. “We’re binging the Larry Hatter movies.”

“Ah, that’s a classic. Have fun, you two.”

“Do you have the popcorn?” Yejin asked as the front door slammed shut.

Jeonghan snorted. “Of course I brought the popcorn. And the candy. What’s a movie marathon without candy?” He grabbed the tubs of popcorn and the colorful plastic bag and plopped onto the couch next to Yejin with a huff.

Larry Hatter and the Thaumaturge’s Rock flashed across the screen in front of them, but Yejin could only focus on the side of Jeonghan’s face. She watched the colors dance over the soft angles of his cheeks, garnering a blush on Yejin’s cheeks. Suddenly, he was watching her, but she didn’t look away.

“Is my face much more interesting than the movie?” Jeonghan laughed, a smirk dancing over his lips. Yejin fought the urge to slap it off his face.

“Why do you like coming over here?” Yejin answered with a question, her head slightly tilted to the side.

Jeonghan paused, watching her as Persephone scolded Roland for pronouncing a spell wrong on screen. Yejin watched the emotions swirl behind his irises, unable to discern any of them.

“Because you’re here,” he said.

Yejin nodded, trying not to smile at the vague answer. “Mhm.”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not making fun of you.”

“You’re smiling,” he poked her cheek and Yejin fought the urge to lean into his hand.

Remember, he just got out of a relationship. Don’t do this to him.

“So what, you’ve taken away my right to smile now?” Yejin huffed.

“No,” Jeonghan assured, throwing his head back in a laugh. “It’s just that I can’t control myself when you smile.”

Breathe.

“Okay,” Yejin shrugged. She tightened her grip on her bowl of popcorn and kept a steel gaze on the movie, making sure to ignore Jeonghan’s stares and his hands.

+ one.

One bad thing kept happening after the other.

Earlier that day, someone knocked into Yejin while she was going up the stairs and she fell, scraping her knees against the pavement. They burned like an inferno and Yejin had to bite her lip to prevent herself from crying. The person who shoved her didn’t even spare a second glance her way; she walked home limping. When she arrived home, she checked her phone and discovered that she attained a superbly low grade for one of her essays. She also received a message from one of her friends that his dog ripped apart a book that she lent him. To make matters worse, it was one of her favorite books; a book her mother had given her on her fifteenth birthday.

It was too much for Yejin to handle.

Aera wasn’t home—where was comfort when you needed it—and no one from her family was picking up. Yejin’s face was buried deep into her right palm as another hand pressed her phone against her ear.

Please, Yejin thought as the phone continued to ring in her ear.

“Hello?”

Yejin’s balloon heart sagged in relief.

“Hi,” she swallowed. “Can I come over?”

Jeonghan’s response was immediate. “Yes.”

That was how Yejin found herself in Jeonghan’s apartment, snuggled against him on the couch with a warm mug of hot chocolate. He was playing a game on his PS5, but his arms were around Yejin like a large, comfy teddy bear. She leaned against his chest, hearing his heartbeat in sync with hers.

“Thanks,” she mumbled to him, and she could feel his heart pump faster.

“Any time,” he answered, pulling her closer to his chest.

Yejin continued to watch the characters and graphics flash across the screen. She sipped her hot chocolate as she placed her hands on one of Jeonghan’s hands, momentarily distracting him from his game. He recovered quickly and twisted his thumb so that he was caressing her palm.

“Jeonghan?”

He hummed in response.

“I think I like you.”

Jeonghan froze and his character died. He turned to her, ignoring the flashing message on the screen that spelled GAME OVER in red capital letters.

“You think?” he asked, voice cracking at the end.

Yejin shook her head quickly. “No, no. Not think. I do like you.”

She squirmed nervously; he was still at a loss for words. She vaguely watched his throat gulp as he swallowed.

“Really?” he asked, his voice raw and vulnerable.

Yejin understood why he was so hesitant. He had recently gotten out of a relationship—he didn’t know if he was ready to give his heart to someone else after losing it not too long ago.

“You don’t have to give me an answer right now,” Yejin assured, squeezing his wrist. “I’ll wait—”

“Yejin.”

Yejin glanced at Jeonghan’s serious expression; his jawline is firm and stiff and his eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. He stared at her for a while, deep in thought, before he leaned in to kiss her.

Her eyes fluttered shut in response. Jeonghan’s lips were slightly chapped but soft and gentle. She was frozen for a while, her mind unable to process what was happening at first. Then Jeonghan pulled away, and she grabbed his collar to pull him into her.

“Yejin,” Jeonghan said breathlessly, his hair tousled as he held Yejin in his arms. “I don’t want you to think I’m only using you as a rebound; I like you, from the bottom of my heart. Can I be your boyfriend?”

Yejin laughed at the innocent question and reached up to tuck one of his curls behind his ear. She leaned up to peck him again.

“Yes.”

© silver newton┊ ༑ ࿐ྂ。

[dailykoreanpop]

[230427] SEVENTEEN’s DK, Jeonghan, Joshua, Woozi @ M! Countdown

Credit: MnetMcountdown 

[qazastra]

ok I’ve seen the first two eps of bump up business!!! due to the iqiyi chinese McDonald’s ads playing for upwards of 10 minutes straight among other technical difficulties it took my friend and i TWO HOURS to get through 30 mins of this show

and we r having a ton of fun with it!we’re gonna finish it tomorrow !!!! and then probably I’ll rewatch once or twice with various other lyon friends lol

[yeoufic]

hi my dear sasha, i hope you're doing well and are taking care of yourself!! i've come here to ask you if you have any male idols in mind that look similar to purple kiss' swan? i need to find an older brother for her, but i can't seem to find anyone that clicks for me, so if you do, that would be amazing <33 i'm in no rush, so do make sure to prioritise yourself and drink plenty of water!!

hi, aine! 🌸 thank for checking in; your message reminded me to finish my water bottle! i'm good, and i hope you're doing great too. 🤗 about finding an older brother for purple kiss' swan, here are four face claim suggestions. i didn't know the age range, so it's maybe a bit broad. hopefully, one of them will finally click. take care and stay hydrated as well!! 🚰

do kyungsoo  |  d.o.   ·   exo   ·   korean   ·   1993

kang daniel   ·   soloist   ·   korean   ·   1996

kang hyunggu  |  kino   ·   pentagon   ·   korean   ·   1998

park jihoon   ·   treasure   ·   korean   ·   2000

[hoshingi]

😴

[blossomgrovehqs]

⠀˳ 𓏲 ` ִ ︎︎ 💐 DADOS BÁSICOS︎︎ ⋆ ࣪. ࿔

NOME COMPLETO: Lim Jihoon.

PRONOMES: Ele/dele.

DATA DE NASCIMENTO: 20/01/2002.

NACIONALIDADE E ETNIA: Coreana.

OCUPAÇÃO: Florista no Gippeum Inbloom.

MORADIA: HAEBARAGI - quarto 109.

SUBGÊNERO: Beta.

AROMA: Pêssego, chantilly.

FACECLAIM: Son Dongpyo (mirae).

CONTA: bsgjihoon

⠀˳ 𓏲 ` ִ ︎︎ 💐 BIOGRAFIA︎︎ ⋆ ࣪. ࿔

GATILHO(S): homofobia, problemas parentais.

Lim Jihoon nasceu e cresceu numa periferia na grande capital da Coreia.

Seu pai trabalhava numa fábrica de brinquedos e sua mãe, diarista. Houve muitos momentos que tudo que tinham era o mínimo do mínimo, nem sempre sobrava para comprar carne, mas o garotinho, mesmo com pouca idade, nunca reclamou. Era grato por tudo que tinha, mesmo que fosse pouco.

O brinquedo que vinha faltando uma rodinha ou estava quebrado e seria descartado, era seu presente de aniversário, sua recompensa por tirar uma boa nota. Contentava-se com pouco.

O rapaz começou a trabalhar cedo para ajudar os pais, com seus catorze anos já estava fazendo trabalhos de meio período em mercadinhos, mesmo que isso tivesse atrapalhado seus estudos. Com dezesseis havia conseguido ajudar numa floricultura do bairro, fazendo de tudo um pouco, desde atender clientes até ajudar na colheita nos dias que era necessário.

Nunca parou desempregado, adorava mimar os pais mesmo que fosse com um pequeno bolinho nas comemorações. Era como o filho que os pais pediram a Deus, nunca deu trabalho.

Até o início da sua ‘puberdade’.

O sonho do progenitor seria seu caçula ser alfa como seu filho mais velho, mas não foi o que aconteceu, mesmo que fosse para ser esperado devido a sua personalidade desde pequeno. Para o pai, não fazia sentido ter um filho beta ou ômega. Aquilo não era coisa de ‘homem’, então foi muito difícil aceitar, chegando a rejeitar o filho que sempre protegeu por um tempo.

Naquele momento de confusão, a casa onde antes era um ninho de amor se tornou local de discussão. Por mais que tentasse não rebater aos ataques do pai, era difícil. De repente, o garoto foi se tornando uma pessoa mais reservada, culpando-se por ter nascido assim. Na cabeça de um adolescente de dezesseis anos, foi muito difícil passar por aquilo, ainda mais sozinho. Os poucos amigos que tinha não sabia como era ser um beta, mesmo que o ouvissem só estando na pele para saber como é. Por todo stress, todo ciclo de estro era um pesadelo, tanto que passou escondido no médico para conseguir medicação para ajudar nessa fase da sua vida.

Regulando-se, seu pai parou um pouco de ignorá-lo, mas não era mais a mesma coisa. Sentia falta da família que tinha antes.

Com o sonho de realizar uma faculdade e de ter um emprego melhor, saiu da casa dos pais ao conseguir um quartinho na Haebaragi, no bairro de Donggul Tokki, usando de suas economias até conseguir um emprego na Fluer, o que seria suficiente para se sustentar por enquanto. Já tinha vinte e um anos, queria ser um adulto; amava seus pais, mas depois da reação do pai as coisas entre os dois se tornaram um tanto estranhas. Sua mãe tentou o segurar, mas já era um passarinho pronto para voar.

Estar ali, na blossom grove, faria bem para o rapaz.

⠀˳ 𓏲 ` ִ ︎︎ 💐 HEADCANONS︎︎ ⋆ ࣪. ࿔

Jihoon cresceu numa família de baixa renda em Seul, mas uma família que sempre foi cheia de amor.

Gosta de cozinhar desde pequeno, ainda mais doces.

É apaixonado pelo mar, então sempre faz um esforço para visitar a praia.

Também é apaixonado pelas estrelas.

Tem uma cicatriz nas costas de uma vez que foi tentar subir num muro para ver uma chuva de estrelas cadentes e se esborrachou no chão.

Sua relação com o pai é um tanto conturbada, mas ainda se veem frequentemente.

[paegei]

MOANER, GROANER, OR WHIMPERER ?

what sounds do the seventeen members make in bed ?

NSFW CONTENT ! MDNI !

a/n: GUYS i am so sorry i haven't written in so long ╯︿╰ i lose motivation for things VERY easily. anywho,,, if anyone has any requests or anything feel free to send them in ! ( just be prepared for me to take my time to respond ϵ( ‘Θ’ )϶ )

MOANER:

jeonghan:

when i tell you this man has the PRETTIEST moans i mean it. borderline angelic. every noise that comes out of his mouth has you on the verge of orgasm LITERALLY. he's upstaging you i'm sorry !

joshua:

the things i would do to hear him moaning.... 28:50 of the youngji interview is EMBEDDED in my brain. def more on the quiet side, his moans are pretty low in volume, but he is for SURE right next to your ear cuz he knows how much his moans affect you.

jun:

pathetic moans. PATHETIC. loud, whiny, GUTTURAL moans. he also has no shame. and i mean that. does not care how loud he's being. he has to let you know how good you make him feel, who cares about who hears ? also def makes those ah- ah- ah- sounds before he cums

minghao:

hao's moans are like josh's, low in volume but close enough for you to hear. gives me the vibes of someone who doesn't make much noise in bed, he prefers to focus on your blabbering, but when his sounds grace your ears, it is HEAVENLY. ( his moans are borderline whimpers too just saying )

seungkwan:

DEEP. DEEP. SO DEEP. yk that one good to me performance where he said "make some noise" in his deep ass voice ? yeah, that's his tone in bed. moans coming straight from the chest LAWDDDDDD. was pretty shy at first when it came to making noise, but after seeing how badly it affected you ( because who wouldn't go insane hearing them ), he just goes AT IT. unless he's in sub mode and is borderline sobbing

GROANER:

seungcheol:

bro. words could not describe how hot this man sounds ( i would know we're actually married ). GUTTERAL groaning. genuinely sounds like he is working out ＞︿＜ lets out a groan every time he pulls out, followed by a whimper when he shoves his cock back in :/

wonwoo:

practically inaudible with how deep his groans are. all you would be able to hear is this deep grumble. rarely likes making sounds in bed as he prefers to be all ears for your moans, but hey, sometimes good sex makes a man whimper okay there's nothing wrong with that :3

vernon:

kinda like jun, in the aspect that his groans have a pathetic tilt to them. every sound he makes, no matter how hard he tries to keep them in, just ends up sounding absolutely RUINED. im talking you'd think he was crying from how desperate he sounds ( maybe he is who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

chan:

he's right on the barrier between groans and gasps. OMLLLL HIS LITTLE GASP WHEN HE FIRST SLIPS IN !!!!!!!!!!! no shame either he wants to let the whole world know he's getting the best pussy of his LIFE. anime girl ~gah~ kinda noises IM SORRY

WHIMPERER:

jihoon:

dooooont care what you think. he WHIMPERS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! his whimpers are very low in volume however, he knows that if the guys ever found out the little noises he makes for you he would be a goner. tries his hardest to hold the whines back, much to your dismay, but at least then you get the gorgeous sight of him biting his lip till it bleeds (/▽＼)

seokmin:

man does not care how embarrassing his sounds are he NEEDS you to know how good you feel. he is the EPITONE of whimpers. men be afraid to moan in their girls ear, but seokmin is sobbing out "f-fuck oh m- oh my god- 's good, 's good-" and other barely audible curses :3

mingyu:

his whimpers are WET sorrynotsorry. im saying he's borderline drooling. dumb puppy can't help it if your cunt feels so good :( sobs, cries, just the most desperate and shaky words tumbling from his mouth ( if he can still form words is a different story ).

ALL OF THE ABOVE:

soonyoung:

does not give a FUCK what noise he is making, he's just going for it. somehow sounds like whimpers, cries and growls all in one ?? also yes 80% of the time he is growling but are we suprised. just says any word that comes to his mind too. bro does nawt understand why people hold in their moans... if it feels good, it feels good you know ?

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ