#𓆩*𓆪: yeonjun

[jjuwuni]

caught in his web ; choi yeonjun ch. 1 | SWEET DREAMS

pairings — yeonjun x afab reader

genre — smut (lots of it so minors dni please), fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, drama

word count (for this chapter) — ~2.3k

summary —  You thought you’d be immune to Choi Yeonjun's charms, turns out you were completely, utterly, shamefully wrong. 

And what’s worse? He’s your new best friend's boyfriend.

Wanna hear something even worse than that? His dad and your mom are dating.

MOA University: An educational institution created for the 1%. The elite of the elites. Those who are to inherit large multinational companies, take oath in office, and represent Korea's future in business and politics. This is where it begins.

warnings — almost-stepbro!yeonjun but not really since your parents are in the early stages of dating, kinda slow burn yes, black haired!yeonjun, bad boy yeonjun, all of you are trust fund babies, all the tubatu's make a cameo and are in the same friend group, might reference some other 4th gen idols, alcohol, drinking, drunken mishaps, lots of sex, profanity - lots of it, yeonjun is a menace but he's so cute wtf i'm screaming, jealousy, making out etc. minors dni istg! i'm watching y'all..

A/N: hello! bela here! my apologies for dipping after posting the preview. here is the official first chapter! hope you guys like it. i'll try to update more frequently. 🙏 comments and reblogs are very much appreciated xoxo also please do let me know if you'd like to be tagged for the next parts!

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“O-oh..” You clear your throat after telling yourself to get it together about a million times. Opening your mouth after what seemed like an eternity, “I uh.. Uncle Minjun? It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” You offer your hand out to the man who was undeniably a splitting image of Yeonjun - just older.

He was dashing and had an air of charisma around him. One would know that being in the real estate business, you need to have some type of charm after all, so you're not too surprised that he owns the biggest housing and commercial property business in Asia. He seemed like the type to be able to sway you easily into buying things without much hesitation. 

Also explains why your mom fell for him.

“y/n.. Very nice to meet you finally. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you from your mother, you seem like a very smart lady. And as expected - beautiful too. Surely you have a lot of suitors by now, eh?” He says in a playful manner, as you finally take a seat to join them, right across from Yeonjun. 

“Oh, trust me, dad. Soobinnie's all over her.” The male across from you nonchalantly points out, making you cough right as you scoop the clear soup into your mouth. 

“Oh? CEO Dongwon's son? Well sounds like he’s a decent man.” Your mother for sure wouldn't pass off the chance to give her two cents, “Why didn’t you tell me this, sweetie? You should invite Soobin here sometime.” She lets out a giddy laugh as you grimace into your soup.

"Well, we’re not an item, Mom. And you know I want to focus on my studies first…” 

“It’s rare you hear that nowadays eh? I wish my son would see education the same way as you y/n. Maybe you should teach him a thing or two, huh?” Minjun replies, sipping from his scotch glass and giving Yeonjun a look to which the younger male replies with a sarcastic scowl. 

“I’m sure Chaewon’s got that covered.” You take the opportunity to tease back, it was your way of repaying him for bringing Soobin up. “They’re a really cute couple.” You smile the sweetest one you can muster and look over at his dad who seems to suddenly be interested at the mere mention of a girl. 

“Well, if you’re serious about dating her, son, stop bringing random girls home. You know the guards see you when you do that, right? It's quite distasteful really.” 

Your eyes widen upon learning this little piece of information, he was still bringing girls home, even though he’s dating my friend?  You think to yourself. You could feel Yeonjun’s glare directed at you from across the table, but ultimately decide to avoid it and just eat. 

“I-I’ll go get the dessert.” You shoot up from your seat not too long after, wanting to do anything to get you out of that semi-awkward situation. 

“I’ll help you y/n!” Yeonjun chimes in, walking behind you and following you into the kitchen- giving you no other choice. 

“Ahjumma, can you please take out the cream cake my mom bought this morning? I’ll cut it myself.” You say in a polite tone and a smile to match, watching the older lady walk out back to the refrigerators to go grab it. 

You let out an exasperated sigh, leaning back against the expensive Italian marble countertop. “Not even an hour with you and I’m already tired.” You glare at the male.

It’s true, there’s a reason why you never got along with him, as he was always picking on you. But it was more of a welcomed gesture for you because even though it was annoying, you were just glad you are not a part of the population of MOA-U girls who have fallen victim and succumbed to his charms. 

“Well, you do know what this means… right y/n?” Yeonjun asks, almost in a teasing tone from what you can pick up.

Soon, his hands lay flat over the countertop, on each side of your hip - effectively trapping you in. 

You swallow hard, you’ve never been this close to him before. 

Chaewon always had somewhat of a fence around him in school, which is why we’ve never been face-to-face like this. You find yourself taking note of his prominent features- from his black locks, which complimented his hazel eyes, his strong jawline, his raised nose bridge, and even that cute, boyish smile. 

“H-huh?” Great, what was that part about being immune to his charms again? 

“We’re going to be siblings," He says, arms wrapping around your waist, "..so you’ll see more of me around, most likely.” His smile stretches out even more, and it was like he enjoyed that you were flustered by the mischievous glint in his eyes.

Like a shark being able to smell fear from a few feet away. 

"You're... You weirdo." Was all you were able to say, and it took all of your might to push him off of you, and right on time too, as the help finally came back with the cake to save the day. 

You leave the kitchen as fast as you could, and even as you briskly walked away, you could feel Yeonjun smirking behind you.

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"I don't know how I feel about it, honestly." You say as you plop down on one of the couches in Chaewon's living room after school that day. 

"My best friend and my boyfriend becoming step-siblings? Who would have thought..." Chaewon says with a smile, though you couldn't tell if it was a sarcastic smile or one that was of genuine nature. 

"I know my mom's been a notorious magnet for rich dudes but I never thought she would end up in the arms of Choi Minjun, tsk. This is driving me nuts." You whine out, pulling at your hair and punching the throw pillow repeatedly.

"You do know there's some business strategy side to this, right unnie?" Minjeong suddenly speaks up. The youngest in your group rarely opened her mouth, which is why all four of you were all ears whenever she decides to give her input on things. 

"How so?" You ask, trying to make sense of the situation and guessing where she was going with this statement.

"Mm well... Yeonjun oppa's dad owns a lot of properties, and you guys own a lot of department stores.. So if your companies merge... Then, your mom can expand to more places and oppa's dad will acquire more patrons because of the brand - since your mom does have an insane amount of fans. It will be the merger that everyone in Korea will be talking about." 

"Wow.. I never really thought of it that way." You say in a hushed tone, trying to put the pieces together. 

"At this rate you'll be richer than all three of us combined. With the exception of Chaewon, of course." Yeji says in a joking manner, her statement causing Chaewon to flip her hair over her shoulder. 

You laugh it off, "Ah, well- that's.. that's really not my concern now. All I know is that my mother needs to get her life together.." 

"Well look at the bright side y/n, at least you get to look after my baby for me," Chaewon interjects, putting her hand over her chest. "You know, you can report to me and tell me if there are girls who try to flirt with him and all that. You’re basically going to be his younger sister anyways." She points out, nodding her head a few times. 

You stay silent, suddenly remembering that one little fact that his dad gave away at dinner.

He was still bringing random girls home at this point. 

There was an inner battle in you suddenly - should I say something? Or should I keep it under wraps since their relationship isn’t my business anyway? Something prompts you to go for the latter, not open your mouth and just nod.

You'd rather not be caught in the middle of the drama.

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As expected, there was another party that night at Chaewon’s house.

There were indeed perks to being inheritors to future companies: your parents were more often than not, too busy to take note of anyone's whereabouts. Which is why you have the luxury to party whenever you wanted.

Surprisingly, you were actually in the mood to party then. As you’ve managed to down a few shots of soju as well as soju bombs with Yeji.  

And not surprisingly, Chaewon was all over Yeonjun that night.

You could feel him staring at you from time to time though. Nevertheless, you don't think much of it- as you’ve always made it a point not to.

He's probably waiting for me to f*ck up or something so he can tattletale on me to my mom next time we have a ‘family’ meal. 

“How’s my favorite girl?” Soobin’s voice made its presence known as he wraps his arm around your neck and pulls you into a hug. Your arms instinctively wrap around his torso, and you stay that way for a few minutes. 

“Ah- y/n! Before I forget! Remember how you were looking for that limited edition version of that manga we both loved?!” He asks as you pull away from the hug. You, of course, nod quickly.

The two of you have a lot of similarities, and your love for mangas and graphic novels was one of them. 

In a swift motion, he then pulls out something from his bag. And lo and behold, in its pristine condition, was the same novel you've been searching high and low for. 

“WHAT! NO WAY!!!” You shout over the music, enough to draw attention from the people around you. You envelop him in another excited hug out of gratitude. “I can’t believe you found it?! How did you do it? I had my mom’s assistant look all over for it. Even my grandparents’ staff were searching for it.” 

“Ah well, I have my connections. You’re not the only one, y/n.” Soobin winks as soon as you pull away to take the manga and read through the back cover. 

The rest of the night was spent with Soobin and a few more soju bottles. And by the end of the night, you were feeling the ugly effects of alcohol. 

Cuddled up with him on one side of the couch, with the two of you talking about all the animes you’ve watched the past week. It was pretty fun to have someone with whom you could nerd out, especially in a group of socialites such as the one you both have. 

“Ah, you’re remarkable. I can’t believe you like the same things I do.” He said, pinching your nose which causes you to scrunch it upwards. 

“y/n...?” He suddenly grows quiet after a few moments of just staring at each other. 

“H-huh?” You ask, your forehead creasing in curiosity. Unfortunately, right on time, your vision starts to blur, and the dimmed-out lights in the living room turned party area wasn’t helping. “W-what is it?” 

“C-can I k-kiss-- Y-yah.. y/n?! Hey! You ok?!”

That was pretty much the last thing you hear before passing out. 

And that was it, your dear old friend alcohol got the better of you, knocking you out on his lap. 

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“Yeonjun, I don’t understand, you know I can bring her home safely.” 

Was I dreaming? 

“I know, but I promised her mom I’d take care of her, and that’s what I’ll do so hand her over.” His voice didn’t falter, standing firm to the promise he made to your mom.

W-wait.. I can’t see anything.. I can’t open my eyes. I’m still dizzy,  I can only hear faintly.. Ah, what is happening to me?!.. 

“Pff, alright, fine Jjunie.. But you better not try any funny business.” 

You could feel another pair of strong arms underneath you, cradling you as you shifted. The air is crisp and cold as it brushes through your legs. You were outside.

“Babe! Where are you going?! You can let Soobin handle her and the party’s not over yet.” 

That was Chaewon’s voice..

“I have to go Chae, I’ll bring her home first and make sure she’s settled. I’ll see you tomorrow in school hmm?” 

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You wake up to music, a hummed lullaby of sorts. It was soothing and pleasant to hear. You can feel the soft mattress under your tired body. With how familiar it all felt, you could tell you were in your bed.

Apart from that, you can feel someone stroking your hair. 

Your eyelids felt so heavy as you open them, curious to see who it was. But you could barely see, vision still blurry no thanks to the after-effects of alcohol.

Add that, and the fact that it was rather pitch dark around your room- signaling that all the lights were off.

Someone was in your room, that you knew. Because you can hear him and his melodic humming, and whoever it was- he was unmistakably sitting at the edge of your bed next to you. 

“O-ow..” You croak out, feeling the throbbing in your head.  Pressing the palm of your hand against your forehead almost immediately, the melodic, soft voice cuts as you note the mattress' weight shift when the person beside you leans in to check on you.

“y/n, don't get up, just get some rest…” That voice, you know who it belongs to, but it took you a while to process it. 

Yeonjun’s voice? 

Even though you wanted so badly to keep your eyes open and verify if your guess was correct, you've had way too much to drink to keep up.

You couldn’t believe it though. How can someone so rugged and nonchalant about things have such a sweet voice? Plus, the mere idea that he’s here to make sure you're okay- that definitely does not seem like something he’d do. 

Or have you had a skewed vision of him this whole time?

Soon after, You feel his lips against your forehead. His soft buds leave a small peck and a tingling sensation on your skin, and you swore your cheeks felt a lot more heated than it was before.

At that point, you weren't sure if it was all a dream. You feel your stomach churn. Was it butterflies? Nah, it must be the soju. You tell yourself.

“Sweet dreams, y/n.” And with that, you drift off into dreamland.

[be8mjun]

ㅤ (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ˖  ♡ soobin <3

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cw: dom/sub dinamics, piv, unprotected sex (oops), fingering, face riding, corruption kink, size kink, bulge kink, implicit breeding kink, dumbification.

2nd part

yeonjun would make you cum for the first time on his long hot tongue; he would ask you to sit on his pretty face as he runs his wet muscle through every part of your sensitive and aching pussy, filling you with saliva and making the dirtiest noises you have ever heard.

he knows he's excellent with his tongue, not for nothing some girls and boys shudder at the memory of yeonjun.

you subconsciously back away from him because you're afraid of choking him, but immediately realize your brain is failing you when he uses his strength to make you sit on his outstretched tongue and perfectly tapered nose.

he sucks on your clitoris and keeps it trapped between his lips for a few seconds before releasing it and sharing little kisses on your bunch of nerves.

he uses the tip of his tongue, burying it inside you then pulling it out, repeating the action a couple of times before slowly licking your dripping cunt as best he can.

in a moment, he leaves his tongue extended again so that you can use him as much as you want, letting you do what you want with his pretty little mouth.

he caresses the soft flesh of your waist, tracing faint lines to let you know that you can keep moving without worrying about how he is with your slightly sloppy movements.

when you cum, you do it by squeezing his hair with one hand and with the other you hold on to the support of the bed, rolling your eyes as you feel dizzy and your stomach about to burst.

yeonjun is in charge of cleaning your juices with his tongue to swallow it more than happily while holding you with a slightly abnormal force so that you don't move too much.

finally he gently pulls you away from his face, smiles at you with glossy lips and utters a "you did great, baby. do you think you can do it again?"

soobin, on the other hand, would be more than happy to make you cum for the first time with his big cock, as the thought of him being the first to take your little hole makes him go completely crazy.

he would take great care of you on your first time, making sure you are wet enough that it doesn't hurt as much and also that you are 100% sure you want to do it.

when you tell him that you trust him more than anyone in the world to have your first orgasm, just then will he be relaxed and his ego will skyrocket to jupiter.

he'll place one of your legs on his shoulder and wrap the other around his waist, leaning down to kiss every part of your face, complimenting you on how well you're taking it and that you look like the most beautiful woman he's ever seen as he pushes his dick deep inside you.

let's be honest: soobin has a big size kink and he's not shy about showing it when it comes to turning on seeing how small you look next to him, or forcing you to touch his bulge that sits comfortably on your belly. he also gets out of control feeling like you're suffocating and can't take any more of him when you're giving him a blowjob.

when you warn him that you are about to cum he will increase the speed of his thrusts until he feels that your walls suck him too much, practically milking him.

"that's it, honey. make a such pretty mess on me and i'll do the same on you".

last but not least, beomgyu will use his talented fingers to snatch your first cumshot.

you've touched yourself before, but you just rubbed through your underwear because you were afraid of using your fingers the wrong way and getting hurt doing it.

you opened your eyes wide when you saw him take off your panties, being afraid and making you nervous because it was the first time some one put their fingers in you and also that you were going to feel them inside you.

beomgyu sweetly explained to you that he knows what he's doing, he promised you that he wouldn't hurt you, that you could learn how to touch yourself and figure out where to move your fingers and how fast for your enjoyment (and of course, he also asked you to say when to stop if you don't want to continue or you don't feel comfortable).

when you relaxed and gave him your green light to go forward, beomgyu asked you to suck on his fingers, which you did without a second thought. once they were already soaked, he continued to insert a finger gently, without stopping looking at you to analyze your facial expressions and thus know whether to advance or not.

you nodded giving him permission to move it once you adjusted to its presence in your core. you sighed as he began to move it gently, pushing it in and out at a slightly faster pace as the seconds ticked by.

you whimpered in surprise as a second finger swooped in, abruptly — but not quite — changing motions, making the 'come here' sign, twisting them inside you to heavenly levels you never thought you'd experience.

you squeezed his wrist as he used his thumb to make small circles on your swollen clit. beomgyu grunted and drew his eyebrows together as he felt his fingers tighten tightly.

crying with the need to cum, you began to move your hips on him to pick up his pace, earning a small, deep laugh from him.

you could identify the stinging weight in your belly as it increased to such a liberating beastly speed. you locked his arm with your legs and began to blurt out incoherent words, feeling completely brainless at the wonderful job he was doing on you.

"look at you, looking so stupid for a couple of fingers" he spat with a mocking tone seeing you shaking like a jelly "if you're so dumb for this now, i don't want to imagine how you'll be like when i replace my fingers with my dick".

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Find Your Way Home (Ch 𝟷/𝟹)

𓆩⟡𓆪Summary:

Wooyoung is a culinary student and he and two of his best friends have been brought along to Namhae to learn and study the farmers out in the countryside and disconnect a bit. Reluctant at first, he just wishes he could've been back in the city and close to his long-time crush Yeosang. Things change when he lays his eyes on the dimpled country boy staying with them that show them around and teach them more about Namhae's way of life, all with a spine-tingling Satoori.

Maybe things aren't so bad out here in the sticks, after all.

𓆩⟡𓆪Pairing: WooSan + Endgame WooSanSang

𓆩⟡𓆪Genres/Aus: Non-Idolverse, Fluff, Romance, Humor, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Found Family, Fish Out Of Water Tropes, Au, Mutual Pining, Country Boy San, Culinary Student Wooyoung, Poly Endgame (I promise ik Yeo literally isn't in this first part just trust me)

𓆩⟡𓆪Tws: Mentions of not-so-subtle Homophobia, Isolation, Prejudice, Anxiety, Swearing

𓆩⟡𓆪Sws: Sexual Exploration, Muscle Kink, Frottage, Groping, Body Worship, Dirty Talk, Dry Humping, Teasing, Praise,

𓆩⟡𓆪Rating: Explicit (18+)

𓆩⟡𓆪WC: 12.7k+ (LMAO)

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Trees roll by, one after the other, some with blossoms sprouting from them, some with cherub birds sitting upon the branches, singing a beautiful melody that carried with the wind. The road is bumpy and nearly non-existent, and the chatter in the car is interrupted every now and again by the sound of chuckles and the occasional startled; ‘oof!’ that comes from someone mid-sentence. 

Wooyoung fucking hates it. 

“Fix your face, I promise a little fresh air isn’t gonna kill you.” Wooyoung looked up front, glaring at Kibum through the rearview mirror. 

“When you said we’d be learning on location for the majority of the summer I expected…more.” He grumbled. Kibum narrowed his gaze right back at him, unimpressed. 

“After several hours of you bitching, I was hoping you’d get tired. You could have, at any time, decided to not come.” He reminded him, turning the steering wheel. Changbin hummed from his spot in the front seat and Yeonjun, who sat in the back with Wooyoung, looked equally displeased, though he’d been primarily on his phone and had been keeping quiet for most of the drive. 

“And miss out on 80% of our summer course? Plus I couldn’t even opt in for the digital video courses because the internet connection in this place is ass .” 

Key turned into a driveway and parked, turning around to look at Wooyoung as if he was his own misbehaved son. 

“Right, so you wanted to come. Shut up, quit ya bitching, and take a walk on the beach or something later. Maybe you’ll pull that broomstick out of your ass. I’m your teacher and the three of you are my best students, but so far the only one who hasn’t made me want to throw him out of this vehicle while it's moving is Changbin. Take some time and disconnect for fuck’s sake.” He leveled him with a stare, and while displeased, Wooyoung didn’t say another word, simply crossing his arms in annoyance. Yeonjun’s brows furrowed as he failed to load something for the tenth time and put his phone away, muttering an annoyed curse under his breath.

“City boys, I swear.” Kibum grumbled, stepping out of the car and sliding a pair of sunglasses on his face. 

He’d pulled up to what looked to be a multifamily home, and if they weren’t so annoyed, Wooyoung and Yeonjun might have been impressed by the size of the home. 

“Tag! You’re it!” 

Four heads turn to the left as a little girl came bounding around the corner, her pigtails bouncing as she ran full speed down the street. She giggled and squealed until she ran into Kibum, bouncing off of the man and nearly falling, had he not reached out to grab her hand. Her lip wobbled for a moment before she looked up, staring at him. 

���Oh!” 

He smiled, kneeling in an instant. 

“Goodness, you’ve gotten big, Gahyeon. Are you okay?” 

“UNCLE KEY!” She latched onto him in an instant, her arms and legs wrapping around his torso like a koala. The three men behind him blinked in surprise before they looked up, hearing laughter come from upfront. 

“Baby girl, what did mommy tell you about running out like that? It can be dangerous if there are cars or bikes.” A short woman stood before them, her eyes catlike and intimidating as she sized up the three men. They all bowed without hesitation, and she smiled. 

“My name is Chaerin. This is my home. You three boys will be staying here with me and my family this summer. To whom do I have the pleasure of meeting?” She inquired. 

“My name is Changbin, Noona.” 

“Yeonjun, it's nice to meet you.” 

“Wooyoung, thank you for sharing your home with us.”

Chaerin smiled in approval, looking at Kibum as he stood to his full height. 

“Let’s go inside, gentlemen. I’ll introduce you to my family and who you’ll be staying with up on the top floor.” 

The men filtered into the home, toeing their shoes off at the door and standing back as two little boys also rushed by, looking no older than four or five. They spotted the strangers and ducked behind Chaerin’s legs, peeking out after she laughed and placed her hands upon both of their heads. 

“Eomma, who are they?” they whispered. Chaerin smiled and ruffled their hair. 

“Your new hyungs.” 

Their eyes lit up, and in an instant, Wooyoung felt a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looked down, unsure of what to do as a wide-eyed boy looked at him, already missing one of his front teeth as he smiled up at him. 

“My name is Eric! You’re my Hyung? Are you going to stay? You can share my bed! It’s a racecar bed! Hyung do you like cars? Blue is my favorite color! I hear you're from the city! Do they have a lot of blue cars in the city?” Eric spoke a mile a minute and Wooyoung looked up in mild distress at Chaerin. She laughed and offered no kind of help, amused at the situation, while her other son, a small boy in a bear onesie, didn’t move from his spot, staring at them with a guarded look. 

“Jongho? My baby, won’t you say hi?” 

Jongho shook his head and hid behind her leg. 

“Not until Sannie comes home. I don’t know them, Eomma.” 

Chaerin smiled and picked him up, sending a courteous smile to them. 

“Don’t mind my baby here. He’s a bit more guarded. His favorite boy in the whole world is out working today so he’s in a cranky mood.” She informed them. 

“Who is San? Is he another one of your sons?” Changbin inquired, picking up Eric and laughing at his chatter before they followed Chaerin deeper into the house. She shook her head, setting Gahyeon on the counter before turning to them. 

“Yes and no, he’s a boy Jiyong and I took in. He’s a sweetheart, I’m sure you all will love him. He’s about the same age as you all.” She leaned against the counter, taking in the men across from her once more. 

“Namhae is a lot different from where some of you are from, I’m sure. I’m from Gangnam-Gu. So I know full well that this may be an out-of-sorts experience for you all, but I ask that you approach this little town with an open mind and a sense of exploration.” She sent them a smile, watching the three youngest and the way their eyes widened. 

“ You’re from Gangnam-Gu?!” Wooyoung gasped in surprise. Chaerin nodded, crossing her ankles. 

“My husband and I are fashion designers. We live in Gangnam for most of the year, but spend the summer months here in Namhae. San lives here full-time and takes care of the house while we’re gone, he's a good boy. Be nice to him, you hear?” She pointed a painted nail at all of them, smiling when all of them nodded without hesitation. 

“Miss Sannie…” Jongho quietly muttered from beside her, pointing at the stairs. Kibum smiled. 

“Are you gonna show us upstairs, Jongho?” 

He nodded and walked towards the stairs, occasionally looking behind him to make sure they were following. One by one, he toddled up the stairs before looking back. When he noticed them following, he sped up, guiding them to the upper floor. 

It was cleaned, not a speck of dust to be found, but one could tell that it definitely was lived in. Well-kept plants sat in the windowsill, with some of them beginning to flower. There were bowls lined up on the counter, seemingly in preparation for a meal for later. Three sleeping bags sat rolled up on the couch, with little cards attached to each of them. 

Jongho waddled all the way to the bags, grabbing the cards before he made his way back, looking up at the culinary boys. 

“One for Changbin-hyung….Yeonjun-hyung…Wooyoung-hyung.” His pronunciation had been a bit off as he handed it correctly to each man, and Wooyoung felt a bit of his annoyance melt away. Jongho truly was a cute kid. 

Turning his attention back to the letter in his hand, he noticed it had been lightly scented, and brought it to his nose without a second thought. When he did, he was pleasantly surprised to find it had been misted with a cologne that had some amber and vanilla notes to it. 

His favorite. 

Opening the letter, he scanned over it with a curious tilt of his head. 

“Hello and welcome to Namhae! I’m sorry I can’t be here as soon as you come in to greet you, and I probably won’t be back until close to sundown. I believe this is your first time visiting this little village and I’ll be happy to show you around and help you get accustomed to a slower-paced way of living! I’ll cook dinner tonight so you all can rest, and we can start exploring the village and the forest just outside then, too. If there’s anything I can help you with, let me know and I’ll happily do my best! 

These sleeping bags are for camping nights, by the way. There are two rooms that have beds big enough to share. Kibum-hyung said Changbin and Yeonjun can take one and Wooyoung and I can take the other.  

Let’s make this summer one to remember! 

-San” 

Wooyoung looked at the small mountain beside his name and smiled. 

At least everyone so far seemed nice. 

Jongho, satisfied with the small smiles on the men’s faces, nodded and turned to waddle away, carefully taking the stairs one step at a time. 

“Alright boys, that’s enough daydreaming, come help me unload the car.” Kibum’s voice called from downstairs, snapping them out of their collective bubble of thought. Changbin looked at his other two friends and jabbed his thumb toward the stairs. 

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad.” He gave them an optimistic smile. Yeonjun checked his phone, sighing. 

“It probably won’t be but I wish the connection were better. Soobin-”

“Soobin will be just fine without you blowing his damn phone up every two seconds. You can still send him messages, it just looks like it’ll take longer for it to get through.” Changbin lightly nudged hum, hardly flinching at the swat Yeonjun landed on his arms, both of them bickering as they headed down the stairs. 

Wooyoung tucked his note in his pocket and followed. If he were being honest, Yeosang would’ve probably loved this place, even if it did limit his connection with the outside world. 

-Later-

Wooyoung had been drifting slightly on the couch, curled up beside Changbin when the door suddenly opened. There was a grunt from someone, and the undeniable scent of garlic instantly drifted into his nose. 

“I’m home!” 

“OPPA!/HYUNG!” 

Wooyoung startled into a sitting position as a chorus of screams rang out. He watched Gahyeon, Eric, and Jongho go sliding across the floor, jumping up and latching themselves onto the person who’d just come in. 

Instantly, Wooyoung felt like he’d been grabbed by the throat. 

Standing in the doorway, was a man standing about the same height as he did, his dimples deep and prominent as he smiled, spinning the three children around as they clung to him. His hat had fallen off in the process, revealing inky black hair that clung to his forehead from the presumed sweat of the summer heat outside. Wooyoung could hardly see his eyes as he smiled, laughing as the three children began to excitedly chatter about the day without pause.

“Yah, let the poor man come inside and get comfy first!” Chaerin scolded, sticking her head out of the master bedroom. San’s laughter died down after another minute or two of cuddling, and it was then that he met Wooyoung’s gaze. 

Wooyoung awkwardly moved his hand, sending him a quite pathetic wave. 

“Hi.” 

The man’s face lit up and he crossed the room in an instant, bowing without dropping any of the kids. 

“Oh! You’re here safely! I’m glad!” He beamed. Wooyoung had been a bit taken aback by his energy, but nodded. 

"I'm guessing you're San?"

"The one and only~ I'll be your local guide 'round here. I'll take care of you all, don't worry." He beamed, hands on his hips. Changbin sent him a smile. 

"Thanks. Your letter said you'd make dinner. Did you want any help?" He inquired. San shook his head, lightly setting the trio of toddlers down. 

"No, no. First meal's always on me when it comes to friends and family. Do any of you have any allergies?" He looked at them with an almost doe like expression, and Wooyoung had no choice but to tease him. 

"Garlic." He responded, keeping his voice neutral. Namhae had been known for its production of garlic, amongst other things. San's eyes widened immediately, lips parting as a horrified noise left his lips. 

"Oh no , wait hold on I have to look into a different meal I'm so sorry , oh god I almost killed him-"

Wooyoung covered his mouth, laughing behind his hand as he watched San fret. Kibum looked up from the book he had been reading across the room, glaring at him. He sent Wooyoung a look akin to a mother about to hurl her shoe, and Wooyoung tried to stifle his laughs. 

“I’m kidding. I just wanted to tease you a bit. I don’t have any allergies.” 

San blinked owlishly, looking moments away from having a crisis, before his brows furrowed. 

“Oh!...Oh.” He crossed his arms, pouting as he looked at him. 

“Oh, haha. I’ll start cooking, I’ll call you all when it’s ready.” He set all three of Chaerin’s children down, kissing their heads before making his way to the upper floor. Wooyoung watched him go, noticing the lines of his muscles after he pulled off his jean jacket. 

Changbin gently nudged him, sending him a knowing look. 

“You’re so obvious about it.” He teased. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and leaned against him, playing an offline game on his phone. 

“If I’m gonna be stuck in the country, I might as well enjoy the view.” He muttered. Changbin chuckled and went back to idly drawing. 

The sound of simmering meat soon drew Wooyoung’s attention, alongside the scent of garlic and onions. 

Yeonjun lifted his head, sniffing a few times. 

“Hm…Bulgogi. And-” He sniffed once more. “Some kind of fried chicken and…soup? I smell broth.” 

Chaerin looked at him in interest before tilting her head. 

“You got all of that from a few sniffs?” She inquired. He smiled proudly and Kibum made a motion with his hand. 

“These three are my top students. Yeonjun has a very sensitive nose, Changbin can tell each and every ingredient you use in any dish, and Wooyoung has quite a photographic memory, you show him once how to cook a meal and he’ll never forget.” 

All three of Kibum’s proteges smiled and Chaerin put her hands on her hips, holding out a glass to them. 

“Alright then. Tell me what’s here.” 

Changbin took a sip and smacked his lips together. Yeonjun sniffed once and sat back with a smile on his face, crossing his arms. Changbin nodded and smiled, handing the drink off to Wooyoung for him to enjoy the rest of it.

“Oh, that’s good.” 

“Tell me what you picked up on, then.” She smiled, gesturing. Changbin wrote them down on a piece of paper she slid over to him from the counter and then passed it over to her, motioning for Yeonjun to tell her verbally. Wooyoung watched them, sipping the drink with a small smile on his face. He’d never had something like this before. 

“Rice, surprisingly, water, almonds, cinnamon, almond milk, evaporated milk, vanilla, aaaand agave. Right?” he inquired. Her lips quirked, sending him a thumbs up, showing them the paper and the identical list Changbin had written out for her. 

“That’s impressive, boys. It's called Horchata. I had a friend of mine overseas teach me to make it a few years back and now it's a personal favorite of mine and my husband’s.” She noticed the glass that had been passed to Wooyoung had been nearly completely downed, a small cream colored moustache left at the top of his lip

“-and apparently a favorite of Wooyoung’s too.” She smiled. 

Footsteps drew their attention to the stairs and San poked his head down, a towel around his shoulders as he smiled at them. 

“Dinner is almost ready.” 

One by one, they all filed upstairs, sitting around the table. San served each of them, with garlic fried chicken, bulgogi, a side of rice, and miso soup. 

“I know it’s probably nothing compared to city-style food, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It's what my Grandma and Grandpa used to make whenever we had guests over.” San set out glasses in front of everyone, letting them have their choice of what to drink while he moved to help the little ones settle into their chairs. 

Wooyoung took a bite and immediately felt warmth bloom inside of him. The meat was of good quality and had been marinated perfectly. It hadn’t been the most exquisite taste he’d had in the world, but something about it made him feel like he had been welcomed home after a long journey. 

“What brings you all here, anyway?” San inquired, breaking apart pieces of the unspicy chicken he’d made to the side so Jongho could eat. Kibum pointed his chopsticks at his three students. 

“These three want to join my restaurant team, and they certainly have the potential, but I want them to take the time to understand different types of cuisine, and sometimes that includes the difference in culture and region. There’s a certain soul people put into their food that’s different from person to person.” He explained. Yeonjun didn’t say a word, cheeks bulged with food. Changbin simply nodded while Wooyoung’s head had been lost in the clouds. 

San glanced across the table at the men before he nodded, listening to the light conversation at the table and adding his two cents here and there. 

The rest of the dinner had been light-hearted and casual, with San helping carry the tired toddler trio downstairs before returning upstairs. 

“If it helps, there’s some better connection in the southern part of the house. Not the strongest, but it’s something.” He offered, finding Yeonjun checking his phone once more. He perked in response to this, not-so-subtly excusing himself and jogging downstairs. Changbin yawned and retired for the night 

Wooyoung sat by the window, staring out at the village. Most of the businesses had closed already for the day, and there wasn’t the familiar sense of business that he was used to. Instead, the night was still, with the crickets and owls replacing the birds from earlier with their own nocturnal songs. 

“I hope I can help you enjoy this a bit more.” 

Wooyoung looked over his shoulder, blinking in confusion as San sat beside him, one knee pulled up to his chest. He stared up at the moon through the window, humming for a moment as he looked for the words. 

“I’ve only met Kibum-hyung once last year. His proteges ended up leaving before the end of a full week. I don’t know what happened to them after that, or if they even stayed with his culinary program, but Namhae is a lot more special than it seems at first.” San spoke quietly, as if to not disturb Changbin as he rested just a few feet from them. Wooyoung sighed and rolled his tongue along his cheek. 

“I’m sure I’ll get over it. It’s just a bummer. Yeosang and I had plans this summer and instead, I have to be here.” the words sounded a bit more aggressive than he had meant it in his head and San pressed his lips into a line before the mildly offended look was gone a moment later. 

“Yeosang, you mentioned him earlier too when you were eating. Is he your friend?” He inquired, trying to steer the conversation a bit away from Wooyoung’s offending tone a second ago. Wooyoung realized how he’d come off and shook his head. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean it like that, what I mean is-ugh sorry. That’s really such a dick way of putting things.” He apologized and San smiled softly, lightly patting his knee. 

“Thank you. Continue.” 

Wooyoung looked down at his hand before he went back to answer the question. 

“Yeosang is my best friend. He loves things like this, I’m sure he would have been perfect for this kind of trip, but he has studies to do so he couldn’t take any time off this summer to come with.” Wooyoung sighed and San hummed, tilting his head ever so slightly. 

“I take it you two have been friends for a long time?” 

“Since childhood. I met Changbin and Yeonjun in high school and the four of us have been nearly inseparable. This is the first time since who knows how long we've been apart.” He mumbled. San nodded, gently squeezing his knee. 

“How bout I be your friend? You gotta see my pretty face every day for the next three months, anyway.” He winked. Wooyoung looked back at him and sent him a smirk. 

“Since you’re offering, I think that sounds lovely.” He shot back. San chuckled and removed his hand from his knee, standing to stretch. A sliver of his stomach drew Wooyoung’s attention as his t-shirt rose with the motion, with a definable dip in his hips and a neatly trimmed trail leading down from his navel and disappearing into the waistband of his pants. 

The moment he dropped his arms, Wooyoung looked up as if he hadn’t been ogling. 

“I’m gonna take a bath and head to bed. Will you follow me for a sec? I just wanna make sure you have the right room.” he beckoned Wooyoung to follow him before making his way out of the room, yawning audibly. 

The room was cozy, with some more plants sitting upon a desk along with some messily arranged stationary that matched the letters the three of them received. A smile came to his face, and he found it cute how much San had seemingly fretted about their arrival. His wastebasket was half full of crumpled paper, the remnants of rejected letters, and as San cleared his throat, clearly flustered, Wooyoung sent him a smug smile. 

“You really were excited to have us come, it seems.” He teased. San rubbed the back of his neck, not denying it as a blush crept up to his cheeks. 

“I don’t have any friends my age, so it's nice to have these summers where new folks may come by. Plus, just like I can teach you all about this village and our way of life, I’d like to learn more about city life, too. I’ve never been outside of Namhae.” 

Wooyoung’s smile fell, picking up on the lonely tone in his voice and the way he refused to meet his eyes. He opened his mouth, but nothing would come out, and an awkward pause stretched between the two of them. 

“Erm. I’m gonna go take that shower now. I’ll try to come back quietly just in case you’re asleep before I get out.” San bowed and made his way out hastily, leaving Wooyoung stunned by the revelation. 

Wooyoung shook himself out of it a moment later, shuffling over to his bag to get something comfortable to wear to bed. It was large, though with two of them, they probably would be a bit snug. He hummed quietly and shrugged, climbing into bed and resting on top of the sheets. Once he did, he felt himself drifting, nuzzling the pillow. 

He was already long asleep by the time San returned. The slightly older man looked at him, gently draping a light blanket over his shoulders before he carefully made his way into the bed, tucking himself under the covers and curling up ever so slightly, smiling to himself.  

-6 am-

“Okay, time to wake up.” 

Wooyoung cracked his eyes open, a disgruntled noise leaving his lips as he looked up. 

“Wha-”

“It's time to get up and at em, we’re actually late.” 

Wooyoung squinted at his phone screen and sent San a dirty look. 

“Are you out of your mind-” 

“Nope~ Cmon, we gotta go!” San smiled from ear to ear, already dressed and heading outside to wake Changbin and Yeonjun. 

Roughly twenty minutes later, all three of the city boys were trudging downstairs, where Kibum had already been waiting, offering them cups of convenience store coffee. He had a knowing smile on his face as he looked at them. 

“Oh don’t worry, boys. Once you get the hang of it, your body will wake you up naturally.” 

Even Changbin sent him a dirty look as they took the coffee, following San outside to his car. It looked to be older than all of them if Wooyoung was being honest. San hopped up into the car, smiling from ear to ear as it started up. 

"I do a lot of work on ol' Atiny here. Don't worry your heads one bit. She'll get us there no problem." San winked. Wooyoung really did find himself liking the man's Satoori more than he should, climbing in the car without any further complaint. 

The drive to the garlic farm was a rather long one. San didn't put on the radio, keeping his voice down as he spoke quietly to Kibum up front, as if giving the city boys in the back the opportunity to fall asleep for the ride. 

Wooyoung appreciated the gesture, but he kept himself awake, listening quietly. 

"Have you been taking care of yourself?"

San smiled softly, looking forward. 

"I certainly have been trying. I just do what I can."

Kibum hummed, settled back in his chair. 

"You could always move to the city. Spend some time with some like-minded folks."

San drummed his fingers along the wheel. He didn't say a word for a while. 

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered it after the festival incident. The years after that haven't been kind to me, honestly."

Wooyoung perked slightly at that, feigning disinterest as he listened quietly. San had such a sorrowful tone in his voice as he mentioned whatever this 'incident' was. 

Kibum shook his head and opened his mouth to say something before he thought better of it and simply closed his mouth and let out a small huff. 

"If you ever change your mind, you have my number. That or let Jiyong and Chaerin know and I'm positive you'll be able to get on your feet in the city."

San hummed a tune Wooyoung had never heard before, pulling up a winding dirt road toward a farm. 

"We'll see. I appreciate it, regardless." He parked the car and turned the engine off, sending Key a dazzling dimpled smile before turning to the back. 

"Alright, gentlemen! Time to get up and at em!" He rose his voice, startling the trio to attention. He smiled sweetly and pointed out to the fields. 

"First, is our lesson in farming. Today, we pick garlic bulbs to get them prepped for sale later down the line." 

The men piled out of the car, looking out into the field and finding some middle-aged and even senior-aged farmers already out and about, their baskets already a quarter of the way filled. San smiled and pointed to his left. 

“This way.” he guided them, smiling sweetly and waving and nodding in acknowledgment at some of the farmers that caught their eye. Wooyoung couldn’t help but notice some of them seemed…less than enthused to wave back, and some ignored him outright, watching the group pass with a small shake to their head once they believed they weren’t being watched by the group of young men. 

Wooyoung felt his lips purse in displeasure, looking at the back of San’s head. If he noticed, he didn’t seem phased in the slightest, handing each of them a small, hand-held rake-like tool. 

"You're lookin' for the ones that have some browning in the lower leaves. These garden forks can loosen up the soil around them so you can get the bulbs out. Once you do, set it in your baskets." San instructed, moving aside and kneeling. 

Wooyoung watched as Kibum got right to it, with Changbin and Yeonjun exchanging a look and pairing off to begin their harvesting. Wooyoung lingered for a moment before he stepped a bit closer to San, kneeling and glancing at him. 

San was much faster than anyone he'd ever seen before, and Wooyoung’s brow furrowed in no time. San noticed his lack of movement and glanced at him before sending him a charming smile, his eyes crinkling and his dimples deep as he slowly raked his fork over the soil, carefully softening it. He checked the stem, running his thumbs over the bottom leaves. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes, noticing the browning at the base. He burrowed his fingers into the softened soil, digging in slightly before he gently worked the bulb out, no longer trying to be subtle in his silent instruction. 

“Like this.” He smiled, chuckling at the way Wooyoung’s cheeks darkened ever so slightly in embarrassment. Wooyoung coughed ever so slightly and shied, looking down at the plants in front of him. He panicked, grabbing the first one and pulling, completely forgetting some of the steps. San opened his mouth to correct him gently, letting out a small ‘oop-’ when he watched Wooyoung rip the stalk clean apart from the rest of the bulb. 

He stared at the greenery in his hand before looking at the ground, an offended expression crossing his face. San snorted, a full-blown laugh leaving his lips as Wooyoung turned his gaze over to him. 

“You- are you laughing at me?” he inquired, letting out a scandalized gasp. San bit his lip, eyes drifting away from Wooyoung’s betrayed expression as his shoulders bobbed. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It was just very cute.” he reached down, softening the soil and gently digging the bulb from the ground. 

“What you want to do is gently work it out of the soil by the bulb, not the stem. When we clean off the bulbs later, we actually secure the stems together in bundles and then let them dry, so we want to try to leave the bulbs and stems as intact as we can.” San scooted closer, his knee brushing against Wooyoung’s as he used the garlic stem beside the one Wooyoung had failed to harvest properly. Wooyoung watched him closely, copying him step by step and triumphantly wiggling his own garlic bulb free. 

“I did it!” He grinned. San smiled and nodded. 

“You did it. I’ll be right here to help you out if you need it. Please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m right beside you.” San encouraged him with a gentle tone of voice that made Wooyoung’s heart stutter. He smiled in thanks and got back to work. 

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he groaned, sweat rolling down his brow. San had stepped aside to check on Yeonjun and Changbin, laughing at something Wooyoung’s ears couldn’t pick up on. The cicadas chirped loudly, the sound echoing through the fields as San turned his head, catching Wooyoung’s gaze out of the corner of his eye. 

“You look thirsty. I have some water bottles in the car, let me go bring them for ya.” He jogged down the trail, heading back to the car. Wooyoung looked down at his basket, proud of what he had already done, when an old farmer made his way up to them. 

“Good morning!” Kibum noticed him first, bowing in greeting. His three proteges followed suit, bowing in acknowledgment. The farmer sent them a pleased smile. 

“New folks, huh? It’s nice to see some city folks out here gettin’ their hands dirty. Here, I’ll share some with you all.” He reached into his basket, handing over some of the bulbs he had harvested, not so subtly checking how many they had gotten in their time out in the field compared to his own. He made a small hum, grabbing a few extra bulbs for Wooyoung. 

“Here ya go. I hope you lot enjoy our little village while you’re here. I will say though…” he lowered his voice, glancing in the direction San had left in. 

“I’d be careful around that one. He ain’t right.” He whispered. Wooyoung felt his smile fall, the hospitality the man had given him a moment before now revealing itself to be a ruse. Kibum narrowed his gaze instantly behind the man’s head. 

“What does that mean, exactly?” he pressed, keeping his voice even, though his tone didn’t raise above a stiff, neutral volume. 

“He’s an odd one, is what I’m sayin. I’d just be careful, just a word of advice.” He laughed at something none of them found humorous, making his way down the opposite path as San began to return, holding a cooler full of beverages for them. 

“Sorry for taking so long-” He paused, noticing the four men watching the farmer leave. Wooyoung’s brows pulled together in concern, shifting his attention over to San. Before he could think to ask him what the man could possibly mean, he watched San fidget, his grip nearly white-knuckled on the cooler’s handles before he shook his head and set it down, putting his dimpled smile back on. 

It didn’t reach his eyes this time. 

“C’mon, everyone. I packed some things to drink in here and Chae-noona made sandwiches and stuff for us. I think a break is in order.” 

Wooyoung shook off the bitter feeling that had manifested itself in his stomach and moved to sit beside San, sending him a smile. 

“You’re prepared. Thanks so much for your hard work.” He thanked him and took a seat in the dirt. Yeonjun and Changbin followed suit, all of them thanking San and sitting in a circle with him. San looked taken aback at first, eyes widening before he relaxed, sending them a thankful smile. Kibum smiled and nodded in approval, sitting with the younger men and enjoying their breaks together. 

-7pm- 

Wooyoung sat by the windowsill once again, sending messages back and forth to Yeosang, his mom, and some of his other friends at home. 

Or, trying to, anyway. 

He really did have to get used to being out in the sticks. 

San came in after a moment, yawning as he climbed into bed. Wooyoung followed the motion with his eyes. San layed down hugging his pillow, letting out a sigh as he put his head into it. Wooyoung tilted his head to the side. 

“That was a pretty big sigh there. You alright?” He inquired. San didn’t move for a moment or two, and Wooyoung almost thought he hadn’t heard him. He opened his mouth to ask again, but San shifted, looking at him. 

“Can I ask you a question? You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable.” 

Wooyoung unconsciously sat up straighter, looking at him with his undivided attention. 

“Go ahead, I doubt you’ll make me uncomfortable.” 

San paused for a moment, letting out a small laugh that didn’t sound genuine as he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung. 

“What did that guy say out in the field? You all looked…angry when you came back.” 

Wooyoung’s expression immediately soured. San noticed but didn’t say anything else, waiting to see if he would let him in on what had made them respond like that. 

“He came up to us and was really nice, but then he said some weird shit about you being ‘odd’ and ‘not right’ and it was really rude. Who does that?” Wooyoung crossed his arms and San looked away for a moment, sighing. 

“A lot of the people in this village think I’m a bit…off. I understand if you don’t wanna sleep in the same room as me anymore. I can sleep on the couch or somethin’.” He murmured. Wooyoung sent him an incredulous look, laughing. 

“Why? You’ve been nothing but nice to me. I’m not gonna just listen to some random person who’s clearly speaking in bad faith over someone who’s been nothing but sweet and kind to me. Besides, even if something about you was different , that doesn’t give anyone the right to act like that with people accompanying you. Jiyong-hyung and Chaerin-noona wouldn’t just let anyone be around their kid without checking their background thoroughly and making sure they were safe. As far as I see it, if they trust you, and the old man trusts you, I do too.” Wooyoung stood and made a point to come to the bed, plopping down beside San with a force that made them bounce for a moment before they settled in their respective places. 

San made a surprised noise and looked at him in surprise before blinking. 

“....Just like that? You’re not gonna ask?” 

“I think that may be the problem here. It's none of my business right now. If you want to tell me what he could be talking about, that’s perfectly fine. If you don’t, that’s fine too. I just met you, I don’t expect you to pour your heart out to me and tell me your entire life story in 24 hours because some guy was trying to be a jerk out in a garlic field. I’m going to learn who you are from this experience and our time together. You’re more than welcome to tell me whatever you’d like whenever you’d like, and I’ll be happy to listen if and/or when you do, but until that conversation comes, it’s none of my business.” Wooyoung spoke a mile a minute, and San just watched the side of his face in wide-eyed wonder, brows up in surprise. Once he was done, he smiled and the stress that had gathered in his shoulders melted away. 

“I’ll work hard, then.” He quietly responded. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and rolled to face him, their faces much closer and their hands brushing as he looked at San. 

“You don’t have to work hard. You just have to be you.” 

San searched his eyes quietly before smiling and letting out a small nod. 

“I see. I understand. Thank you.” 

Satisfied, Wooyoung nodded and rolled over, his back to San. 

“Now get some rest. I’m tired as hell and I know you’ll inevitably wake me up at ass crack o clock for more good ol’ farming.” He playfully cooed, trying to mimic San’s natural Satoori. San let out a hum and rolled over, as well. 

“Fair enough. Good night, Wooyoung.” 

“Mmm. Goodnight, San.” 

-The Next Week-

Wooyoung had woken up the moment San had begun stirring. The aches from the days before had settled in his bones, and he wasn’t in any real rush to get up. He’d been doing a myriad of different things since they’d started their work here in Namhae, and Wooyoung had long since stopped complaining about the manual labor. He actually found it quite enjoyable to be able to harvest some of his own food and then cook them later. 

The smile Kibum had let out when he admitted that one night during dinner prep made an embarrassed flush rush to his cheeks, but he simply huffed and continued cooking while explaining every step to his audience consisting of Jongho, Gahyeon, Eric, and San. 

Speaking of, in the present, San moved about the room quietly, scratching his head as he shook off his own tiredness. Each step was careful and deliberate, nearly cat-like in manner as he moved without a sound, navigating the room in the dark. 

Wooyoung watched him with half-lidded eyes, lifting his head slightly. 

Before he could open his mouth to greet him, San peeled his shirt off and over his head, tossing it into a basket situated near the door. Wooyoung felt his mouth go dry, watching the muscles ripple across the expanse of San’s back as he shuffled about the drawer for a different shirt. 

Anything he had to say immediately went out of the window as he admired the man, transfixed on his form as San muttered to himself about ‘looking good’. It took everything in Wooyoung to not blow his cover and just blurt that he already did look good. San finally found one, plucking a black T-shirt from his drawer and putting it on in one fluid motion. He grabbed the waistband of his sleeping pants and Wooyoung feigned rolling over, deciding to give the man some privacy. He’d oggled enough as is, and he’d feel like a creep looking at any more of San without permission. 

“Hm?” San notice his pseudo-rousing and paused in changing, looking over his shoulder. Wooyoung pretended to snuggle into the pillow, his heart thundering in his chest as he heard San shift somewhere behind him. He came closer, leaning down to gently push some of Wooyoung’s bangs out of his face. Wooyoung nearly twitched, his fingers flexing against the pillow as he heard San quietly sigh. 

“Don’t ruin it, San.” He quietly muttered to himself before he pulled away, clearing his throat and gently shaking Wooyoung’s shoulder, leaning a respectable distance from him. Wooyoung opened his eyes, making a few mutters that made him seem like he was disoriented and only just now awakening. San sent him a smile, though he didn’t meet his eyes as enthusiastically as he usually did. 

“Hey. Sorry, but we should probably get an early start today. We’re going fishing and it’s best to get out there before too many of the other villagers head out and we have to worry about the fish not biting from the crowd.” he let him know in a gentle tone. Wooyoung looked up at him, feeling a conflicted emotion as San turned and headed out with the pair of pants he was going to change into, clearly intending to change elsewhere. 

He ran a hand through his hair, ruffled it about, and then pushed himself up off of the bed. 

-8am-

“So you think he’s hot? I personally think it’s great.” Yeonjun crossed his arms as he sat beside Wooyoung, slightly queasy from the boat ride. Wooyoung nearly threw his hands up to get him to be quiet, making a series of noises that were unintelligible. 

“Shut the fuck up before he hears you!” Wooyoung hissed, smacking him in the arm. Yeonjun let out a  yelp and shoved his shoulder, scowling at him. 

“What’s the problem? We’re gonna be stuck here for months anyway, might as well have fun if that’s what you wanna do. Besides, if it keeps you distracted from the trainwreck back home with Yeosang, maybe you do need a distraction.” 

Wooyoung nearly hit him again, frowning. He’d been infatuated with their mutual best friend for longer than he could remember, but it seemed like he would always kindly rebuff his advances or was just flat-out too oblivious to realize that they were, in fact, advances in the first place. 

He looked down at his shoes and Yeonjun caught the crestfallen look on his face, frowning. 

“Look, I’m not speaking bad on Yeosang, I never would, but I just think if you finally have someone else in your sights that has caught your fancy, you should go for it. Besides, if it doesn’t work out well, who cares? You’ll be going back home after the summer is over and you can pretend you didn’t take an L if you do fumble.” Yeonjun tried to tease, but his playful smile fell as he watched Wooyoung’s gaze drift to the other side of the boat where San had been helping Changbin set up his rod. 

Wooyoung didn’t laugh along with his teasing and Yeonjun hummed, hugging him from the side. 

“Chin up, bestie. You’re not bagging anything with your eyes all puppy-dog-like and pouty.” He told him before he stood and cleared his throat. 

“San! Can you help Woo next? He’s really eager to learn!” he called. Wooyoung’s eyes widened and San looked over, smiling and nodding. He jogged over and stopped in front of the two of them, holding a rod in each hand. 

“Okay, I’ll be happy to help.”

Yeonjun took one rod and smiled at him. 

“I actually know how to fish. My boyfriend taught me a while ago, I’ll head over there, you can teach Woo, though.” He smiled and strode away, leaving San shell-shocked as he watched him go. Wooyoung let out an exasperated sigh, looking up at San, waiting for his usual eager instruction. Instead, he looked like his brain had shut down completely, blinking owlishly. 

“His-” He didn’t even finish, but Wooyoung could see the thoughts in his mind running a mile a minute as he opened and closed his mouth. 

Wooyoung tilted his head, ready to ask him if he was okay before everything clicked into place. 

-“You could always move to the city, live with some like-minded folks.”

“I can’t say I haven’t considered it after the festival incident.” 

“I’d be careful around that one, he ain’t right.”

“He’s an odd one, is all I’m sayin’.” -

Wooyoung reached and gently touched his wrist, startling his attention forward. San looked at him and he sent him a smile. 

“He means Soobin. They’re really cute. I think you’d love to meet him someday. He’s a pretty athletic type like you and Changbin. I think it’d be nice if we all got to introduce you to some people in our circles, to be honest. Chan and Yeji would probably immediately adopt you to like, best friend status.” He told him. San looked at him, then back at Yeonjun, watching him laugh and chatter with Changbin before he fixed his gaze on Wooyoung once more. 

“F-friends? All of these people are friends of yours?” There was a slight shake to his voice, a temporary fumble before he caught himself. Wooyoung took the fishing rod and walked to the edge of the boat. 

“Teach me how to cast this and I’ll tell you more. Early bird gets the worm, right?” he grinned. San nodded, clearing his throat and instructing him on how to safely cast his line after choosing his bait. Once their lines were all out, Wooyoung leaned on the rail, the sea salt twinged air blowing his bangs as he looked out at the ocean. 

“Let’s see. Soobin is Yeonjun’s boyfriend of like, three years? Chan and Changbin have been dating for like five, and Yeji joined their relationship like two years ago-” 

“Wait.”San looked at him, eyes widened in surprise. Wooyoung laughed.

“They’re polyamorous. It’s honestly so cute and mushy when the three of them are together, even if they do like to playfully bully Changbin, it’s all in good fun.” Wooyoung put his chin in his palm and looked out at the sea. San watched him for a while. 

“So…is the Yeosang person you keep mentioning your boyfriend, then? Unless you’re not into that I’m sorry for assuming-” San immediately began clumsily trying to backpedal before he even got a response. Wooyoung couldn’t help but to think he was cute. 

“Yeosang…I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember. I don’t think he knows, though. I don't have a boyfriend right now.” He hummed, eyes looking at his line to make sure he wasn’t missing any potential fish biting. 

San looked at him, then fell into a comfortable silence, staring out with him. 

Wooyoung couldn’t help but to notice the smile that never left his lips as he enjoyed the lull of the boat and the ocean. 

-5pm-

“San, come here, I’ll show you how we make this stew. My mom used to make it all the time.” Wooyoung beckoned San over, smiling as he all but darted across the room, eyes wide like a child’s as he looked over Wooyoung’s shoulder. 

San watched his every move and soon stood beside him, copying him without a word, his eyes narrowed from his focus. Wooyoung laughed suddenly, drawing his attention up to his face instead of the fish he had been cleaning. 

“What?” He inquired. Wooyoung sent him a teasing look. 

“You look really handsome when you focus like that. You get this cute little furrow in your brow.” He complimented. San paused, a blush creeping up to his ears. 

Wooyoung smiled devlishly, proud of himself as he turned his attention back to the fish. 

“So then after you clean it-” he continued on as normal, watching as San cleared his throat, trying-and failing-to hide the face he was caught off guard by Wooyoung’s flirting. 

Chaerin poked her head into the kitchen a few hours later, smiling as she saw all of the young men working together, watching as Yeonjun taught San some of the fruity drink recipes and Changbin let him taste test the meat he had been searing on the other side of the kitchen. The four laughed like old friends, and it warmed her heart to hear San finally have some friends. 

She pushed herself off of the door frame and sat down at the table, kissing each of her babies on the head before they all got back to working on a puzzle to pass the time. 

When they finally sat down at the table to eat later, the sound of laughter filled the room, drifting throughout the home until late into the evening. It had been nice to see San laugh and talk with people his age. The light blush on his cheeks brought a smile to her face that she hid behind the rim of her wine glass. 

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The next month had been…something. One of three down, and it seemed after that faithful day, something had shifted between San and Wooyoung. The two worked so well together, one would be easily fooled into thinking they had been close for years themselves. 

Wooyoung had gained more of a keen eye for some of the villagers looking at the four interact with each other. It was five including the times Kibum would come along, though he had begun to pull back and let them explore on their own time. 

They were never outwardly hostile, but some of them did make a point to not go near the quartet or would whisper behind their hands when they thought no one was looking after they would pass. Wooyoung wasn’t naive, he wasn’t a stranger to the concept of people being less than favorable when it came to another person’s preferences and lifestyle, but something about the whole ordeal made him especially angry because San had been so isolated in the home town he’d clearly loved so much over something so fucking stupid . 

Wooyoung had stuck to him like glue because of it, choosing to go with him whenever San was out and about, be it for working out in the fields or out at sea or just for recreational exploration of the island. Yeonjun and Changbin would give them their alone time occasionally, thoughWooyoung never prompted either of them for it. 

He was grateful they did, however. 

San had gotten comfortable with him in their time together, brushing against him at nearly every possible opportunity, hugging him from behind, even playfully tilting his chin up here and there when he caught him off guard and spacing out. 

All of it made his heart thrum in anticipation, but he’d always been left hanging, neither of them taking that extra step forward to commit to…whatever this flirting had been. 

It had been driving him quite crazy, if Wooyoung was being honest. 

Today they stayed inside, sprawled out on the floor with a small fan circulating between the two of them. It was scorching outside, and today had been the first day all of them agreed to stay inside and not do any farming. 

Yeonjun made a point to grab Changbin, saying something about teaching the little ones how to make homemade ice cream before he tugged him downstairs, leaving Wooyoung alone with San. The Namhae native set down a glass of juice beside Wooyoung before he tugged at his shirt a few times, muttering something about needing a bigger fan or finally investing in a new aircon. 

Wooyoung watched him out of the corner of his eye, his lips curling up teasingly. 

“If it’s too hot, just take your shirt off.” 

San paused, looking at him with a brow arched. A month ago, he would have blushed up to his ears and probably would have declined with a flustered stammer, but now, Wooyoung found him not backing down from his teasing gaze. His own lips quirked as he tilted his head up, looking down at him with a look Wooyoung swore was more sultry than anything he’d ever seen on the slightly older man’s face. 

“I bet you’d like it if I did, huh?” 

Wooyoung sat up himself, sizing him up and smiling back despite the furious ba thumps of his heart. 

“And if I say I would? Then what?” 

“Then prove it. You can take it off of me if you’d be so inclined.” 

A beat of silence stretched between the two of them and San’s expression almost broke, his words catching up to him and his heart nearly leaping out of his chest when he realized how forward he had been. Before he could apologize, Wooyoung pushed himself up off of the floor, standing in front of him and tugging him forward by his belt hoops. 

San nearly stumbled, a surprised look on his face as he looked at Wooyoung. Wooyoung swallowed down any nervousness he felt, his face dangerously close to San’s as he ran his thumbs over the end of his shirt. 

“I really will take it off. If you don’t mind, that is.” Wooyoung gave him a moment to reconsider. San held his gaze for a moment before he lifted his arms, nodding and breathing out a quiet; ' Go ahead.’

Wooyoung pulled it up and over his head, tossing it to the side. He didn’t immediately look down at his chest, instead fixing his gaze on San’s face once more, taking in his expression to make sure he hadn’t been made uncomfortable. 

It was quite the contrary, actually, and instead, he looked at him with slightly parted lips, his chest rising and falling a bit quicker than normal. Neither of them spoke for what felt like forever, but once again, Wooyoung spoke up. 

“If you want, you can take mine off, too.” 

San’s jaw settled for a brief moment, and Wooyoung had a passing thought of how it would feel to cup it in his hands. San reached for his shirt, fingers hesitating. 

“You don’t think this is weird? That I’m weird? ” 

Wooyoung put his hands over his and closed them on his shirt. 

“I don’t know what the people in this village have said to you before, but no. This isn’t weird. San, you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me when it comes to this. I understand.” He murmured. San grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head with a surprising gentleness, his hands hovering just off of Wooyoung’s hips, unsure of where to place them. Wooyoung noticed and stepped closer into his space, feeling the heat radiate from his chest. 

“You’re staring.” Wooyoung purred. San nodded, clearing his throat and looking away bashfully. 

“Sorry. You’re really..uh.”

“Pretty? Attractive? Sexy as fuck?” Wooyoung teased. 

“Yeah. All of those. And then some.” 

Wooyoung felt his cheeks grow hotter, staring at San’s honest expression before he finally took the time to drift his eyes down his body. He’d seen San in skin-tight tank tops and t-shirts before, even seen his back bare a few times, but this had been the first time San had faced him while shirtless. 

You, uh, could certainly tell he was a man who did extensive amounts of manual labor. Despite the fact that a month had passed of them working together, Wooyoung had never seen him from the front. And his ogling was a bit more than telling. 

San watched him with a quiet gaze, not saying anything. Wooyoung looked like he wanted to run his hands over his abdomen, touch and feel all of his defined muscles, but he simply bit his lip. 

“Y’know, this is the first time in a while I’ve been speechless like this.” 

San felt an excited flutter in his chest as he reached and lifted Wooyoung’s chin, a gentle movement he’d done countless times before in their recent time together. Wooyoung looked up instantly, staring into his eyes. 

“I…I’m pretty sure I’m just as caught off guard.” He responded, his thumb idly running over Wooyoung’s cheek. Wooyoung waited for a moment before he hummed, noticing San not making any other movements. He thought back to Yeonjun-and later Changbin’s-encouragement for him to just let loose and have fun while here and spoke up. 

“You look really kissable like this, you know.” 

San’s thumb paused instantly, his eyes widening ever so slightly. He opened his mouth, a quiet, yet scrambled noise leaving his lips until Wooyoung put his hand on his own cheek, mirroring him. 

“Do I look kissable, San?” He continued, turning his head ever slightly to kiss San’s palm. San’s hand twitched ever so slightly, but he didn’t back away from him, nodding. Wooyoung sent him a fake pout. 

“I can’t hear you, Sannie. Do I look kissable to you? Would you kiss me?” He teased, pressing another chaste kiss to San’s palm. San’s fingers flexed and he turned his head back fully, staring into Wooyoung’s eyes. 

“Are you teasing me?” 

“Yes and no. I really want you to kiss me, but I’m trying to behave myself because I see you’re terrified.” 

San’s expression was unreadable for a moment before he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Wooyoung’s. The city boy hummed, pleased with the initiation, and kissed him back, his hand sliding from San’s face to cup the back of his neck. 

San broke the kiss much sooner than Wooyoung would have preferred, looking at him in surprise. Wooyoung made a small ‘nuh uh’ noise, pulling him back in for more, peppering his lips with small, chaste kisses that eventually lasted longer and longer until the two of them were making out in the middle of the living room. 

Wooyoung pushed him back gently making him sit on the couch as he sat down and straddled him. 

San panted, setting his hands on Wooyoung’s waist, looking up at him with a blush on his cheeks and his eyes slightly blown. Wooyoung smiled, arching a brow as he cocked his head to the side. 

“You could grab my ass, you know. I don’t think you have to be so polite with touching me, yknow.” 

San looked at him before he slowly lowered his grip, squeezing handfuls of Wooyoung’s ass as he kissed his Adam’s apple. 

“You didn’t say you were comfortable with that, yet.” 

Wooyoung smiled, running his fingers through his hair and leaning into his ear. 

“I’m comfortable for a lot more than this, but if I tell you all that entails, we might make a mess of this couch.” He purred. San’s fingers flexed as he let out a breathy ‘holy fuck?’ followed by his usual boy next door laugh, though it was much airier than Wooyoung had ever heard it before. 

“You city folk really are somethin’, huh?” 

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulder. 

“Trying to be subtle never got my message across before. I think Yeonjun’s right and I should be a bit more forward with things I want.” 

San hummed and tilted his head to the side, gazing up at Wooyoung. 

“And what do you want?” 

“More kisses. Your hands all over me. Your cock down my throat.” 

San blinked in surprise and Wooyoung laughed quietly, sitting directly on his cock. 

“You’re biiig , you know that?” Wooyoung purred, tilting his head as he rutted his ass back. San inhaled sharply through his teeth, hips bucking slightly as Wooyoung slowly rolled and rocked his hips back and forth. He smiled at the expression on his face, leaning close and kissing the shell of San’s ear. 

“Of course, you know that. Are you pent-up? It’s been a month and I’m pretty sure you haven’t touched yourself. Does it ache, Sannie?” He hummed, nipping his earlobe. 

“That’s- fuck- that’s unfair, Wooyoung.” 

“Tell me what you want to do, San.” 

"I don’t-I don’t know- anyone could walk in on us.” San panted, though his actions didn’t match his words, still grinding his cock against Wooyoung’s ass. Wooyoung cupped his cheek and met his eye, his own half-lidded. 

“We could always move, you know. Our bedroom is down the hall.” He casually reminded him, running a finger down his chest. San swallowed dryly before he picked Wooyoung up effortlessly. Wooyoung yipped, eyes widening for a moment before he clung to him. San walked them directly to the aforementioned room. 

He set Wooyoung down with a gentle motion, making sure he held the back of his head before setting it in the center of his pillow. Wooyoung didn’t let go, however, pulling him down and wrapping one of his toned thighs around his waist. San grunted in surprise before kissing him, placing his palms by either side of his head to brace himself. 

Wooyoung’s fingers ran up his back, kneading and lightly clawing at his muscles as they kissed, moaning into San’s mouth as he rolled his hips down, their bulges grinding against one another. San swallowed the sound, moving one of his hands, running calloused fingers down Wooyoung’s neck, collar, chest (stopping to trace the black ink adorning his ribs), and torso, hooking a finger in his waistband and tugging teasingly. 

“Should I take them off now, Woo? Hm?” 

Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at him, opening his mouth to tell him off for daring to turn and tease him, like that's not what he had been doing to San this whole time. Anything he had to say fell flat the moment San’s hand disappeared into his shorts, grabbing his cock and arching a brow at the strangled gasp that tumbled out of Wooyoung’s lips. 

Wooyoung moaned as San stroked him nice and slow, leaning into his ear, 

“You’re talking about how hard I got, look at you. Do I get the treat of hearing more of those pretty moans, Wooyoung?” He purred, twisting his wrist on every upstroke, watching Wooyoung’s expressions like a hawk. Wooyoung’s eyes slipped closed as he breathed out a shaky ‘yes, please.’ San smiled to himself, whispering sweet nothings as he jerked him off, loving every small gasp and whine that came from Wooyoung’s lips and the way he tried-and failed-to keep his voice down as San teased the underside of his cock with his thumb. 

“San~”

“Yes, baby? You’re singing for me, it sounds so good.” San’s satoori rattled around his head and Wooyoung shuddered, grabbing the waistband to his shorts and shoving them down to his knees, sighing at the relief he felt the moment he did. 

San’s eyes drifted down to Wooyoung’s flushed cock, smiling as he rolled his fingers over the tip, smearing precum all over the crown. 

“You’re making a mess. You can cum whenever you want to, baby. I’m not going to stop you.” He encouraged, placing encouraging kisses on Wooyoung’s collar and neck as he watched his cock out of the corner of his eye. 

“San-nn…fuck, San slow down I really will cum if you keep going.” He shuddered, his hips bucking, thrusting into San’s fist despite his pleas. San, however, listened without complaint, slowing his motions and kissing the corner of Wooyoung’s eye as he looked at his expression. 

“I could cum just from looking at you like this.” He hummed, leaning close. Wooyoung met him halfway, pawing at his pants, silently urging him to join him in his nudity. San obliged and reluctantly let him go, sitting up on his knees to unbutton his pants. Wooyoung’s eyes immediately gravitated downwards, biting his lip at that neatly trimmed trail that disappeared into his boxers that he’d only seen glimpses of. San tossed his pants and boxers into the hamper, turning to give his attention back to Wooyoung and smiling at the way Wooyoung stared at him, biting his thumbnail. 

“I want you back on top of me,” San spoke, laying down on his side of the bed. Wooyoung laughed quietly and tossed a leg over his hip, straddling him and sliding down so their cocks were flush against one another. 

“My, you’re awfully bossy.” 

San hummed, not denying the claim as he held Wooyoung’s ass, grinding and rutting so their cocks once more slid against each other and each man’s abs. Wooyoung sighed in pleasure, bucking his hips and closing his eyes as he let San match him below, feeling steadied by the country boy’s firm grip on his ass. San moaned his name below him, making a mess as his precum smeared onto Wooyoung’s abs cock. 

“Kiss…mm Wooyoung c'mere-” 

Wooyoung nearly fell forward as San pulled him down gently, hand cupped on the back of his neck. He adjusted himself, his chest against San’s, their heartbeats both erratic and frantic as they kissed, groaning ever so slightly as they continued to grind and rut on each other. Wooyoung spread his legs wider, a needy hitch in his breath coming out then he felt San's rough fingers rolling over his rim. He shuddered, lifting his hips high, but San only squeezed his ass with his free hand and brought him back flush against his body with a firm tug. 

"I want you to cum like this, pretty boy. Make a mess of the abs you wanted to see so bad." He purred. Wooyoung gasped and bucked, clenching on nothing as he struggled between which he wanted more of, San's kisses, his voice, his fingers along his rim, or his cock between his legs.

" San ." Wooyoung pleaded needily, his body quivering against San’s. 

“C’mon, baby. I got you. I’ll take care of you.” He urged, his own voice sounding strained as Woouyoung groaned in his arms. Wooyoung kissed him desperately to keep himself from possibly raising his voice to a level that would get them caught. 

San groaned back, inhaling sharply as Wooyoung tugged his hair, cumming messily against his abs as instructed. San purred, mumbling praises between kisses as he let out a sigh, cumming a minute or two after him. 

The two men sat in each other’s arms, panting as they reeled. Once he’d gathered his bearings, Wooyoung looked down, cheeks darkening at the mess left behind. 

“Shit, man, you really were pent up, huh?” 

San looked down at the mess splayed across his stomach and laughed airily, letting his head thump against the pillows.

“Hah…yeah, I guess you can say that.” 

-8pm-

Wooyoung swung his feet as he sat on a bench outside a convenience store San and he had walked to. The night air had been a much-needed 180 from the temperature earlier. He held San’s jean jacket over his shoulders as he waited for him, smiling up at him as San jogged outside, two bags full of snacks in either hand. 

“Hey, you could have come inside.” He told him, smiling as he fished out a Melona bar for Wooyoung. He shrugged a shoulder, looking up at the moon. 

“It felt nice out here.” was his response. San hummed and nodded, his eyes spotting an old couple across the way sending them a weird look before whispering amongst themselves. 

“Isn’t that…”

“Mhm, I think it is. What a shame, he grew up to be such a handsome boy. What a waste.”

San’s jaw ticked ever so slightly and Wooyoung followed his gaze. He frowned when he noticed the duo as well and looked back at San. The countryman sent him a smile that didn’t meet his eyes and pointed behind him. 

“We should head back. The little ones are waiting-oh!”He let out a noise of surprise as Wooyoung stood and hooked arms with him, marching back inside the convenience store. 

“Wooyoung? What’s up-”

“You forgot something.” He murmured, looking up and down the aisles. San stumbled a few times before he managed to match Wooyoung’s steps. 

“I did? What is it? Why are you in such a rush-”

Wooyoung didn’t answer him, smiling and letting out an ‘aha!’ as he finally found what he was looking for. San peeked over his shoulder, cheeks going beet red as Wooyoung plucked a box of condoms from the shelf and a bottle of lube. He looked at the label, nose scrunching before putting the bottle back and grabbing one beside it. San stared at him, his eyes the size of dinner plates as Wooyoung meticulously dragged him up and down the aisle, grabbing a few more things before he marched up to the counter, setting everything down. 

The cashier looked at everything before looking at the two of them over the rim of her glasses, arching a brow. San didn’t say a word, completely stun locked into place, while Wooyoung merely arched a brow back at her, waiting. 

“Did you want everything erm…in the same bag?” 

“Yep, it's all going to the same place.” 

She nodded, clearing her throat and scanning each product. Wooyoung paid her without incident and pulled San out, making a point to make eye contact with the old couple that had been whispering about San before. Once they spotted him, he leaned in and planted a kiss on San’s cheek, smiling at the way the dimpled man instantly blushed all the way down his neck, flustered babble leaving his mouth as Wooyoung proudly pulled him in the direction of Chaerin’s house.

“Wooyoung-”

“They made you uncomfortable. Fuck em. Besides, I wanted a kiss.”

San looked at him, a vulnerable look crossing his face, 

“Even out here?” 

“Especially out here. Fuck 'em.” Wooyoung repeated. San looked at him for a long moment before he reached down, holding Wooyoung’s hand. He didn’t get the chance to ask if it was okay before he felt a reassuring squeeze. He smiled, turning his attention back in front of him. 

They walked about two blocks in comfortable silence before San spoke. 

“This town has several festivals.” He started, his footsteps matching Wooyoung. Wooyoung looked at him out of the corner of his eye, making a small sound to let him know he was listening. San took a deep breath, squeezing Wooyoung’s hand. 

“It’s kind of a tradition in this place to ask out someone of your fancy to accompany you to one of them. I asked a boy in my grade in my last year of high school. It didn’t go well.” 

Wooyoung frowned, rubbing his knuckles. San’s voice didn’t waver as he spoke, his arm occasionally brushing against Wooyoung’s as he walked with him. 

“No one got violent or anything if you’re worried. I’ve heard some…unsavory stories about these kinds of things not going well in other places with people who see folks like me…”He looked at their hands. “Folks like us …I’ve heard some scary things. I guess in the grand scheme of things, I can be grateful all that happened was some mockery and the village deciding I was ‘weird’ and ‘not right’ and deciding to keep their distance from me unless absolutely necessary.” he muttered. 

Wooyoung moved to stand in front of him. 

“No. While I’m glad no one hurt you…physically, you’re hurt emotionally. And that’s just as important. They have no right to treat you like this. A whole village turning on someone? Trying to label you as some kind of freak for just loving someone differently? Fuck. Them.” Wooyoung hissed out, leaving no room for opposition. San looked down at him and smiled. 

“Y’know, I’m really grateful for people like Chaerin-noona and Jiyong-hyung. If it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have even known there were people out there who don’t care. Who will stand beside me and see me for who I am. I wouldn’t have met you.” He murmured the last bit quietly. Wooyoung smiled, opening his mouth to say he was grateful for being able to meet him when he noticed a sad look cross San’s face. 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave.” 

Wooyoung felt like he’d crashed through a windshield, that one sentence sobering him instantly. 

That’s right. He’s only here one summer. And one-third of it was already gone. 

Wooyoung frowned, fidgeting. San noticed and panicked slightly. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to bring the mood down like this. Please forgive me for runnin’ my mouth.” He frantically apologized and Wooyoung looked at him, pressing his lips together in a line before he shook his head. 

“San, are you a man who likes challenges?” He inquired. San looked at him with a tilted head. 

“Challenges? I…I don’t know? I mean I guess I do like challenging myself or something, but I don’t really get the opportunity to get competitive with others, if that’s what you mean.” 

“How about this? If I can make this the best summer ever for you, you come back to the city with me.” 

San stared at him with his lips parted, completely speechless. Wooyoung nodded, rubbing San’s knuckles. 

“It’s just an option but…Chae-noona did say she has her home back in Gangnam that you could live in…and you can even stay with me, I don’t mind. My hyungs Hongjoong and Seonghwa hyungs own a shop in town that gets a lot of business, I can ask them to hire you. If…if you want.” He stuttered through the sentence, fumbling his words in a way San had never seen him do since he’d met him. 

“You’d let me live with you? Just like that?” San inquired, his voice quiet, reserved. Wooyoung nodded, looking into his eyes, making sure he could see the truth shining in them. 

“If it’s not abundantly clear by now, I like you. Like, I really like you. And if I can be the selfish city boy for a bit, it would be devastating for me to leave this place and leave you behind, especially with all of these assholes treating you like an alien and the crunchiest internet connection and cell phone service known to man making it difficult to keep in contact with you if we do part.” 

San looked at him for a long time, his expression hard to read. Wooyoung felt anxiety creep up his spine the longer they went standing there, but he didn’t say a word, just waiting. 

After a while, San nodded. 

“Okay. I’ll take you up on that challenge.” He smiled. 

Wooyoung let out a relieved sigh before he gave him a quick peck. 

“Don’t scare me like that, oh my god.” He held his chest before moving from his spot in front of him, walking beside him once more. San smiled and his feet once again matched his pace.

“No one’s ever challenged me like that.” He chuckled. Wooyoung laughed, the nervousness still evident in his tone. 

“It’s not something I just go around doing, I assure you.”

San smiled as they walked through the front door, immediately having three little ones flying in his direction. He let Wooyoung’s hand go, bending down to scoop them up, when he noticed Jongho gravitate to Wooyoung instead, hugging his leg. Wooyoung looked just as surprised, kneeling to pet the brunette toddler. 

“You okay? What’s wrong?” 

“Missed Hyung.” 

Wooyoung’s gaze softened as he hugged him, picking him up and smiling as Jongho let out a ‘weeeeee!��� sound. 

“I missed you too, big guy!” He smiled. San watched him and felt like a weight had been rolled off of his shoulders. 

Wooyoung had challenged him, that much was for sure, but he probably hadn’t realized he’d already accepted the offer in his head. 

The real challenge, San decided, was to not make it completely obvious how infatuated he’d become with the city boy. 

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[plasticsquadps]

𓊆 ༚ ₊ ᰱ  . P L A S T I C ♡᭄ ༵𝆬

Miembros, puntos y fc's ocupados

🩷 Actividad alta (cuatro fcs)

💜 Actividad media alta (tres fcs)

🩵 Actividad media (dos fcs)

🧡 Actividad media baja (un fc)

❤️ Posible eliminado por baja/nula actividad

💚 Puntos

🖤 Fcs

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Plástica. — ??? (Jefa, editor, adminitradora, Dios, modelo, maquilladora, productora y directora)

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Zyean Vann der Laan Okumura. — Eric / The boyz. (Modelo, cantante y editor en jefe)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Jade Kim Vann der Laan. — Minju / izone. Karina / aespa. Doyoung / Nct. (Modelo, cantante, bailarina y rapera)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Alaia María Okumura. — Ningning / aespa. (Modelo y cantante)

Tessa Anelisse Vann der Laan. — Jisoo / Blackpink. (Modelo y cantante)

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Thom Tío Okumura. — Kyungsoo / Exo. Nunew / actor. (Editor, modelo y cantante)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Izael Ivanova — Song Hyeong Jun / Cravity. (Patinador profesional sobre hielo)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Lavlien Bakker — Lee Know / Straykids. (Paramédico y modelo)

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︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Vania Rinslet. — Aisha / Everglow. (Modelo y cantante)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Maisa Sasaki. — Chisa / XG. (Cantante y modelo)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Nagisa Kayn Vesiléia Loúdi. — Chanhee / The boyz. Jeongin / Straykids. (Modelo femboy)

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︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Choi Luan. — Beomgyu / txt. (Fotógrafo)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Izumi — Juria / XG. (Modelo y cantante)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Dimple Kim. — Kim Seonho / actor. (Modelo)

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︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Jayden Mykel Lefebvre. — Yeonjun / txt. (Modelo y dueño de un gimnasio)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Kiwi Odette Vann der Laan D'amico. — Seulgi / Red velvet. Miyeon / Gidle. Rose / BP. (Modelo y cantante)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Mym Vann der Laan. — Haruna Kojima / Akb48. (Modelo, empresaria, exidol, actriz, cantante y socialite)

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︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Remina Limón Okumura. — Jennie / Blackpink. (Ilustradora)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Mackenzie Kimi Moreau. — Hinata / XG. (Modelo y cantante)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Jethro Daleek Litvack Moreau. — Taeyong / Nct. (Modelo, cantante y rapero)

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︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Cherry Amy Laveau. — Harvey / XG. (Actriz, modelo y cantante)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Serok Laveau (Zero). — Bae Jinyoung / Cix. (Modelo)

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Tekken Aaron Laveau. — Hangyeom / Omega X. (Modelo y dueño de una cafetería toda culera)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Logan Bou Laveau. — Hyunjae / The boyz. (Modelo)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Thálassa Vesiléia Loúdi. Yunjin / Le Sserafim. Sunoo / Enhypen.

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

Terra Biriyui Melnyk. — Elina Karimova / Modelo. (Modelo, influencer, actriz y cantante)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺ . ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹‧₊˚ . ⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ .˳⁺⁎˚

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Gian Vann der Laan. — Jung Hae In / actor. (Modelo y actor)

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Yohan Linus. — Eunwoo / Astro. Ricky / ZB1. (Modelo, actor y cantante)

˚ ₊‧ ༺ ୨୧  . ﾟ｡  ˚ ₊‧ ୨ 𓆩 ♱ 𓆪  ୧ ‧₊˚ ｡  ﾟ. ୨୧ ༻ ‧₊˚ ｡

Dean. — Sunoo / Enhypen. (Modelo)

Seryózha Beenz. — Christian Yu / Solista. (Cantante y modelo)

Andrea Bang Manoban — Lisa / BP. Bang Chan / Straykids. (Médica)

Terry — IU / Solista. Soojin / Solista. Joy / Rv. Giselle / aespa. (Cantante)

· ִֶָ 𓂃 ᵎᵎ , ۰ ⸂ぬ ࣪˖ ─ ⊹ ⊱☆⊰ ⊹ ─ ⋆ ࣪ ❜ ࿑ ‧₊. ˚⁺◟

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· ִֶָ 𓂃 ᵎᵎ , ۰ ⸂ぬ ࣪˖ ─ ⊹ ⊱☆⊰ ⊹ ─ ⋆ ࣪ ❜ ࿑ ‧₊. ˚⁺◟

[millenniumkrp]

𓆩⟡𓆪 - - -𝙒𝙀𝙇𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙀𝙒 𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙉𝙉𝙄𝙐𝙈 !

the following have been accepted, and have 48 hours to add our admin team: millennial and zoomer. let's kick it !

itzy's shin ryujin

the boyz's lee juyeon

le sserafim's huh yunjin

seventeen's xu minghao (the8)

snsd's tiffany young

soloist hur hyunjun

txt's choi yeonjun

nct's lee jeno

nct's zhong chenle

stray kids' lee felix

blackpink's park chaeyoung (rosé)

the boyz's kim sunwoo

stray kids' hwang hyunjin

soloist christian yu (dpr ian)

the boyz's choi chanhee (new)

aespa's yu jimin (karina)

stray kids' bang chan

the boyz's lee jaehyun (hyunjae)

nct's huang renjun

nct's na jaemin

itzy's hwang yeji

nct's lee donghyuck (haechan)

[jjuwuni]

caught in his web ; choi yeonjun ch. 3 | LIVING ARRANGEMENTS

pairings — yeonjun x afab reader

genre — smut (lots of it so minors dni please), fluff, angst, college!au, friends to lovers, drama

word count (for this chapter) — ~2.6k

summary —  You thought you’d be immune to Choi Yeonjun's charms, turns out you were completely, utterly, shamefully wrong. 

And what’s worse? He’s your new best friend's boyfriend.

Wanna hear something even worse than that? His dad and your mom are dating.

MOA University: An educational institution created for the 1%. The elite of the elites. Those who are to inherit large multinational companies, take oath in office, and represent Korea's future in business and politics. This is where it begins.

warnings — almost-stepbro!yeonjun but not really since your parents are in the early stages of dating, kinda slow burn yes, black haired!yeonjun, bad boy yeonjun, all of you are trust fund babies, all the tubatu's make a cameo and are in the same friend group, might reference some other 4th gen idols, alcohol, drinking, drunken mishaps, lots of sex, profanity - lots of it, yeonjun is a menace but he's so cute wtf i'm screaming, jealousy, making out etc. minors dni istg! i'm watching y'all..

A/N: BACK WITH ANOTHA UPDATE ! this one is pretty inch resting hahah so i hope you guys have fun ! as always lmk what you think of it 🤗 always love hearing your thoughts and pls let me know if you want to be added into the taglist ^^

current taglist : @soobadooba , @flowerbe0m , @lix-stray , @beomtese , @yxnjvnnie , @healingpage , @hihello-pinky , @kazscara , @bibibun , @txtistheloml , @jungwonismybias, @boba-beom, @jwnghyuns, @a-l-i-y-a

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Fixing your jacket over your ensemble for the day, you quickly head down the stairs and into the kitchen for a bite or two of some PB&J toast. And as you sipped on some scorching hot tea, you couldn’t help but rethink the past events that occurred the past few weeks. 

For one, Yeonjun was true to his words, thankfully. He didn’t show up the whole weekend, and judging by an exchange of messages you and Soobin had, he and the other guys went on a hiking trip to Jeju, as well as some weekend fun by the beach. 

Your mom was nowhere to be found as expected, as it was Fashion Week in Italy, and so she would definitely be gone for a while. 

You wondered what kind of peculiar events awaited you that day as you sauntered out towards the circular driveway of the house, waiting for the driver and your usual ride to park up in front of you and finally take you to school. 

You were busy catching up on all the notifications from your phone and refreshing your instagram feed on your phone when the sound of a boisterous, revving engine sound caused you to look up. 

It was a black Bugatti - the limited edition kind. 

And you knew instantly who it belonged to. 

Stepping back a few paces as the car made a smooth turn around the driveway, you were greeted by Yeonjun’s cheeky face as soon as he rolled down the passenger seat window. 

“Your ride today, ma’am.” He said, lips quirking into a provoking smile.

You stood there dumbfounded as per usual, mouth forming a small ‘o’ shape. It took you at least ten seconds more before you were able to string words together,  “Wha- But- The driver..” 

“Told him he could take the day off. I’ll be your chauffeur today, princess. Now hop in or you’ll be late for class and we know you don't like being late.” 

And you hate it knowing he’s right. 

You hurriedly slip in the passenger seat and strap yourself in, huffing out a breath of air and looking back up at him, trying to keep a stern face through it all. “Fine. Drive away, Choi.”  

The car ride was quiet at first, but you and your big mouth just couldn’t stand the awkward silence. “So, how was Jeju?” 

“How did you- Oh-” Yeonjun said, pausing a while. “Soobin told you?” 

You nod once, “Did you have fun?” 

“I guess so.. It’s always a fun time with the guys, plus Kai is back so it was cool.” 

“Really? Mister Hyuka himself?” My eyes widened at the mere mention of the name, “He’s back from Switzerland? Waaah.. That’s awesome. I have to say hi later on today then.” You rambled on, hellbent on filling the awkward silence. 

Hyuka was the son of the Vice Prime Minister of Korea, which entailed that he was to get the best education there is as he planned to follow in his father’s footsteps and pursue politics in the future as well. 

“Yeah, he’s about to move schools so he’s just finishing up his courses in MOA U before going to Law school overseas.” Yeonjun added, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rests on his thigh, sneaking glances at you every now and then.

After about a minute or two, the car entered through the gates of your University. You usually get dropped off in a parking lot and you hang around there before your classes start, chit-chatting with your friends.

As soon as the Bugatti pulled up towards the space, you could see both Yeonjun's friends and yours huddled around another luxury car. 

“Oh, he must be here today too.” You said ecstaticly, it was obvious that his homecoming called for a reunion of sorts. 

All of your friends’ attention though shifted over to Yeonjun’s noisy and flashy car. As mentioned before, it was a limited edition, only about ten are made every year, so it's normal for people to do a double-take whenever it passes.

It not only had a cool-looking exterior but it was also built for those drag racing types. 

You could hear their surprised gasps and see how astonished they were as you got out of the car. 

“Hey guys,” You greeted everyone with an awkward smile, not really sure what to say, you just worked on walking up to the youngest male in the group and welcoming him back with one of your tightest hugs. “Hyuka, good to see you~” 

The handsome guy ruffled your hair as soon as you both pulled away from the contact, “Great to be back y/n, even if it's just for a while. You’re looking as wonderful as ever. Oh- But- Why did you come with Jjunie hyung?” He asked a question that was probably on everyone’s minds. 

“We live together now.” Yeonjun did the talking, his tone almost announcing and his voice loud enough for the whole school to hear, saying it like it was just some random occurrence (which made you scoff, to be honest). 

“WHAT?!” The group collectively replied, some in a surprised tone, others amused. 

“Tsk...” You let out a frustrated expression, “His dad, my mom, remember?” You tried to give the simplest explanation, pointing to him and you alternately. “I don’t know, they’re renovating their place or something so my crazy mom decided to invite them to stay over.” 

“But babe-” Chaewon interjected, glancing behind my shoulder where Yeonjun stood, almost as if you were transparent. “I thought you were going to let me ride your new Bugatti first.” 

“Ah sorry, Chae.” He replied in a half-assed pleading tone as if knowing he’d get away with it no matter what he said. “It’s just- the driver decided to take a day off and y/n's mom asked me if I could bring her to school.” He tried to explain. 

This prompted you to look at him with a confused expression, I thought he asked the driver to take the day off? So it was my mom who wanted us to drive together to school the whole time? He could have just said that. What’s the truth? 

Before you were able to process things any further, the school bell rang loud - causing the group to go your separate ways and head to first-period courses.

When that little dweeb Yeonjun suggested we’d have a house party in “his” house for Hyuka's return (literally he called it his home and it was annoying, to say the least), you couldn’t say no.

And so, after school that day and with everyone finishing their classes, you found yourself entertaining the whole group at the estate. 

“Nice place y/n..” Hyuka told me as he walked further into the huge receiving room. 

“Why thank you!” You said, cheekbones raising. “My mom’s big on interior decorating. And- yah- you two!” Something from your periphery caught your eye, as you see Beomgyu and Taehyun fighting for the remote control of the sound system, amid a wrestling match on the couch.

“If you break anything, you’re buying it.” You joked around. 

After an hour, everyone was engaged in their own thing. The boys were fooling around out back in the pool area, and the girls were huddled around your mother’s workshop in her office- looking at her different mood boards and potential designs for her new line. 

But for one reason or another, you couldn’t find Yeonjun. He wasn’t in his room, and you know this because you checked a few times. 

There was one room that was quite hidden in the estate, and you then wondered if he had managed to discover it. 

You trekked over to the music hall on the far side of the second floor of the house. And as you were nearing it, you could hear the soothing melody of the piano resonating in your ears.

The sound grew louder as you neared it, and as you opened the door to the music room, there he was, in front of the piano. 

His eyes were closed as Yeonjun seemed immersed in the music he was playing. 

And at that moment you saw something different in him. It wasn’t his manly side, nor his childish one- no. 

It was something entirely different. There was a vulnerability to this. 

That alone drew you in, you took light steps across the room and towards the grand piano as if hypnotized by his music. 

It’s been a while, but you knew the piece he was playing.

And so, picking up the violin from the stand at the other side of the room as quietly as you could, you started to play alongside him. His playing halted for a few moments as soon as he heard the sound of the violin weaving into the pianos, he then turned to check where the sound was coming from. 

You flashed a small smile as your gazes met, nodding towards him and urging him to continue. 

And that he did, and for a moment or two you were actually getting along well- all thanks to the music you were creating. 

As with all good things though, the song came to an end. And you readily put the violin down atop the piano. 

“I didn’t know you could play that well, y/n.” He said with a grin. 

You took your seat beside him in front of the piano, laughing a little. “Yeah well, mom made sure I was well-versed in a lot of instruments. But hey- I didn’t know the bad boy of MOA U knew how to play, too.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, it seems.” He replied, nudging me with his elbow. 

“You’re right.” You agreed without hesitation, “I don’t think I can ever read you. I’m usually good at that, you know? I’m a very observant person.. But, with you, ah- You are a puzzle, Choi Yeonjun.” 

“Would you... like to solve me?” Yeonjun asked in a teasing manner. But even though that was the case, you honestly couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

But as you looked into his clear eyes, you could see that defenseless side that you saw a few moments ago once more. And you hated how it made your heartbeat pick up in pace.

“I think I would actually, only if you let me.” You said, not knowing if it was the three flutes of wine before you stumbled into the music room doing the talking at that point. 

“I-” He seemed taken aback by your answer because you’ve never heard him stutter like that, but he managed to break out into a grin nonetheless. “I’d like that..” 

Suddenly, there was an air of tension between you two.

It was so thick, almost to the point where no one could break it. You had so many thoughts running in your head so suddenly. 

Has this kid’s charms actually gone through me? 

Am I developing some sort of weird… crush? 

But our parents, and Chaewon… 

Unbeknownst to you until that point though, your heads were merely inches away from each other- with his face oh so dangerously close to yours.

And there you were able to marvel at how damn attractive Yeonjun really was. 

You had a sudden yearning- something you've never felt before around him. You wanted to feel how his cheeks felt against your palms and imagined how soft his lips would feel against your own.

You couldn’t take it anymore, it was either you lean in or back out.

There were only two choices. 

But you chose the latter. 

Clearing your throat, you stood up from your seat and slowly paced back. “We.. We should probably head back. It’s Hyuka’s party, we shouldn’t miss it.” You said, and before he was able to decide for himself, you found yourself darting out of the music room like the coward that you were.

Was it a smart decision to do what you just did? Perhaps.

But was it something you regretted? The short answer would be yes as well. 

"Looks like you're having it rough, y/n.. More so than usual." Giselle pointed out as you sat across her from the table of the cafe that the following morning. 

You let out a sigh, "You're right about that. I'm having a really weird experience right now." 

Giselle was someone you met in High School. At the time, your mom decided not to enroll you in any prestigious arts High School of any sort, but wanted you to be as normal as possible and live out the most normal life I could. 

And so with that thought in mind, you studied in a private all-girls school. It was lowkey, and you were sheltered for a good bit of time. This also explains why you met everyone in the circle you have now so late.

All of them: from Soobin to Yeonjun, and even Chaewon and the other girls, have known each other since they were all kids. 

Giselle was one of the few friends you made there though back in your younger years, and though she wasn't on the same societal circle as you, you two got along really well and became best friends who still keep in constant contact with each other. 

There's actually a benefit to her not being in your current circle- because then you get to talk to her about all the problems I'm facing in MOA U. And she can do the same, considering that you don't go to her university.

"So what's up, buttercup? Want to talk about it?” She asked childishly, it was one of the things that endeared you to her. 

You laughed heartily, "Mm.. I don't even know where to start." You let out a sigh. 

"Okay so when you texted me to meet, you said something about your mom? Maybe we can start from there and work your way towards everything else." She suggested while stirring the contents of her teacup, and you obliged without much second thought. 

"Okay so.." You paused to take a sip out of your iced coffee, "Mom's seeing someone now. And if you ask me, they're taking it too fast.. Like, increasingly fast. Borderline crazy almost. She has him and his son living in our house." 

Giselle's eyes widened with shock, "Really!?"

"Yup, and the worst part is.." You paused for a moment or two as if you needed to build up the moment even more. "The guy she’s seeing is... Choi Minjun." 

Your friend's palm slapped over her own mouth as she gasped, "W-what! Choi Minjun? As in the Choi Minjun of the Choi Group of Companies?! Then.. Then that must mean, you're living with.."

"His son, yes." You said with a groan. 

"Oh wow." Your friend grew silent for a while, as if she was trying to process it. "Okay so, how is it? Like living with him and such. I heard he can be handful - at least, based on what I read on social media." 

Sucking in your lower lip and piecing your thoughts together, you then spoke. "I don't know. I was always quite nonchalant about Yeonjun, you know? The minute I saw him the first time and how all the girls were going gaga over him, I knew he was some stuck-up rich kid who only cares about getting girls and flaunting his wealth." Your voice trailed off.

"...But?" Giselle added as if knowing what you were going to say next. 

"But.." You took in a sharp breath, "He is all that, yes. But I can't help but think he's more than what he shows to people. I saw this .. thing in his eyes last night. A kind of vulnerable side to him I wouldn’t have guessed existed, and frankly, it scared me. More than his bad boy image can ever scare me, to be honest.”

"And you're scared you might fall for him in the midst of this.. complicated arrangement, huh?" 

Your eyelids shut tightly as you took another swig from the coffee. 

Though you found yourself nodding not long after. 

"Well, my advice is.. Follow what your heart says. Don't deprive yourself of happiness, y/n.. No one deserves that." She said so casually like you just didn't confess that there is a possibility that you could finally be giving in to the hype around a certain guy who happens to be living with you. 

"I- I guess.. But.. But it's too early to tell. I just want to get this out of my system and I thought you're the last person who will judge me for it." You affirmed. 

It was true, if you told any one of your university friends about this, it'd probably reach either Chaewon or worse, Yeonjun himself and you definitely don't want that happening. 

Like, ever.

[be8mjun]

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[strwhae]

୨⎯ "TOMORROW X TOGETHER" ⎯୧

˗ˏˋ characters ´ˎ˗ 𓆩♡𓆪 yeonjun as eugene 𓆩♡𓆪 soobin as soule 𓆩♡𓆪 beomgyu as viken 𓆩♡𓆪 taehyun as taho 𓆩♡𓆪 huening kai as avys 𓆩♡𓆪 tomorow x together as starone 𓆩♡𓆪 M.O.A as I-ON 𓆩♡𓆪 ! 𓆩♡𓆪 ! 𓆩♡𓆪 moa the ghost/spirit (not sure what to call her but she is also a representation of moa) ˗ˏˋ talks ´ˎ˗ 𓆩♡𓆪 webtoon talks 𓆩♡𓆪 mv talks 𓆩♡𓆪 my thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪 instagram posts talk ˗ˏˋ links ´ˎ˗ 𓆩♡𓆪 discord server 𓆩♡𓆪 google doc lost? the navigation page will find you!

[hyufucks]

𓆩♡𓆪 hickeys ` w/hyung line !

c. warning(s) — making hickeys (rec and giv in beomgyu's part), suggestive content, a little of sub!soobin.

w. count — 2,990

✦ minors do not interact.

✦ YEONJUN ✦

this man loves leaving hickeys on your thighs, especially when he makes them close to your core so he can see them when he buries his face between your legs *wink*

he prefers to make them there a thousand times rather than on your neck, although from time to time he makes the hickeys in that area when he is really jealous or furious because another man dared to see you. in this way, everyone will know that you already have an owner.

yeonjun wants your consent first and foremost so he always asks if he can bite your skin and leave marks even though you already told him he doesn't have to ask and he can give you as many hickeys as he wants.

there's something that drives him crazy when you wear skirts or shorts, exposing the dark stains he made on you last night. he loves so much to caress the hickeys on your thighs even when he rests one of your legs on his shoulder, wanting to make you more.

✦ SOOBIN ✦

this cute baby is obsessed with your breasts :( he really enjoys touching them when he is stressed or when he wants to have sex with you.

soobin always had a issue with making hickeys on the breasts, but he never dared to ask you for fear of being you made fun of him, nor did he want to do them because he thought it would make you angry and hurt a lot.

but when you caught him staring at your covered breasts as he gulped and bit his lip, you gave him permission to give you hickeys or suck on your nipples.

his angelic face turned INCREDIBLY RED when he was caught fantasizing about those parts of your body, and when you told him that he could make his fantasy a reality, he sheepishly asked if you could take off the garment that covers your breasts.

man, he spent a lot of time sucking and biting your sensitive skin and flesh. the baby enjoyed it so much that he wet his underwear and pants, even more when you gently tugged at his hair in looking for more contact with his fluffy lips.

✦ BEOMGYU ✦

beomgyu is a big fan of neck hickeys! both do them and have them. i previously talked about gyu's love for your neck when it comes to giving you kisses or hiding his face there, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like leaving some hickeys on your neck or collarbones.

he particularly likes doing them when he's needy and quite horny, so you can reciprocate his excitement and get carried away by his euphoria when he really wants to pleasure you.

first he will start with rough kisses and soft licks, and when he is satisfied, without warning he will start to bite and suck some places on your neck, making different colors that will later be darker tones. and let me tell you that he will be more than proud and satisfied with his work.

when he lets you take control in the relationship, he GREATLY enjoys you giving him hickeys on his neck and under his Adam's apple. never think that he hides his marks, because he likes people to look at them and know that no one can get close to him (please, don't hide your marks either! let everyone know that someone is part of your life).

[sunoomeugato]

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- Yeonjun layouts !!

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[atiny-piratequeen]

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄-𝑨𝑭𝑨𝑩 𝑽𝒆𝒓 (18+)

𓆩♡𓆪 Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Seo Changbin (Stray Kids) x Nonbinary! Choi Yeonjun (Tomorrow x Together) x Gender-Neutral AFAB Reader

𓆩♡𓆪Rating: Explicit (18+)

𓆩♡𓆪 Genre: Smut, Humor, Sex Worker Au, Established Relationship, Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪SWs: Sex Work (Pornography, Nude Photos, Consensual Filming, the use of a “Fluffer”), Switch Reader, Switch Idols, Group Sex, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Thigh Grinding, Hair Pulling, Cock Riding, Lingerie, Multiple Orgasms, Bondage/Shibari, Teasing, Finger Sucking, Pussy Grinding, Pussy Slapping, Cock Ring, Sex Toy, Cock Sharing, Aftercare

𓆩♡𓆪 WC: 6.2k 

𓆩♡𓆪A/N: Whew first fic of ‘23! Thank you all for your patience and thank @jacksons-goddess-gaia for commissioning yet another interesting work from me! I hope you like it and I would like folks to know there are TWO versions of this fic (as evidenced by the title.) This version will be with a GN AFAB reader, and the AMAB version will be linked in the bullet point underneath. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys, and if you do please remember to like and reblog~

𓆩♡𓆪 AMAB Ver

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It all started because of Jung Wooyoung. 

You never expected to get a request for a collaboration any time soon when you’d started camming. As you reread the notification over and over, you feel your leg bounce below you under the table. 

Not only was he another model, but he was also popular, making videos for damn near every demographic under the sun. You stare at his subscriber count, and for much longer than you cared to admit, you wonder if this is some kind of joke. 

‘I don’t mind collabing at all, but I’d like to see you face to face first and talk this out, if possible?’

He responded faster than you expect him to, asking if you’d like to meet up at a well-known family-owned cafe and book chain located in town. 

Up until the very moment you push open the cafe doors, you hold onto a healthy level of skepticism that this was even real. 

Reality sets in the moment you look across the moderately busy cafe and your eyes land on the dark-haired man in question, laughing as he reached over the table to fix the bangs of a buffer gentleman, though he was a bit on the shorter end. 

“Um…Good afternoon, I’m sorry I’m late.” You apologize and give both men a bow. Wooyoung recognized you and perked up immediately, nudging the man beside him. 

“There you are, Y/n! We finally get to meet!” He smiled at you like you were an old friend and you feel a bit of shyness creep into your bones before you clear your throat and wave. 

“Hello. I’m sorry I’m late!” You bow again and look at the man sitting beside Wooyoung curiously. 

“This is Changbin, he’s my boyfriend.” He smiled easily and you feel like the hamster running on the wheel in your brain tripped, fell, and flew clean off the damn thing. 

Clearly, Changbin is used to things like this, waving gently. 

“Don’t be nervous. I’m not here to cause trouble. I actually help Wooyoung with recording. Yeonjun is floating around too but when they get ready, they’ll join us too, if that’s okay. They do makeup and hair for any still photoshoots we may have.” 

You feel like everyone is on a completely different page of a different book while you’re stuck in the revolving doors of the metaphorical library but eventually, your thoughts kickstart back on and you nod slowly. 

“So..you have a little team for your channel? That’s…actually pretty neat. Have you always helped out?” You take a seat across from the couple, grateful for the carefree attitude of Changbin and the literal ball of compressed sunshine that made up Wooyoung’s entire being. 

“He said he wanted to try it out to gain a bit of confidence so I shopped around for a decent camera and we started with amateur-styled things first before we got the hang of it and moved to this platform,” Changbin answered honestly, an arm loosely around the back of Wooyoung’s chair. Wooyoung pressed a kiss to his jaw and smiled. 

“He’s in a bunch of them too but he never shows his face. Well, not fully. The blindfold and mask don’t cover that much…” He trailed off, leg swinging idly as Changbin went a bit red in the face, thinking back to that particular video where he’d let Wooyoung tie him to their bed and ride him while he lay blindfolded and bound. 

You listen and look from Wooyoung to Changbin, arching a brow. 

“So…which one of you thought to bring me in?” You inquire curiously. Wooyoung smiled, his nose scrunching while Changbin glanced behind you. 

“That would be me.” 

You nearly jump out of your skin as a person sits beside you, balancing a platter of powdered croissants on their hand. They look at you with an amused smirk, extending a hand. 

“Name’s Yeonjun.” 

You take their hand, shaking it a few times as you hold your hand to your chest, your heart beating erratically from the startle. They seem amused by it, propping their cheek up in their palm as they look at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“Your eyes are nice.” 

Your blink and clear your throat, ignoring the heat crawling up the back of your neck as Yeonjun seemingly checked you out. 

“Don’t mind them. Let’s talk about why we’re here.” Wooyoung spoke up, drawing your attention back to him. 

“I’ve seen your videos after Jun suggested the collaboration. If it’s okay with you, I’d really like to work with you and do some sets together.” he spoke with a smile on his face, foot swinging to and fro under the table. The heat crawls all the way up to your ears as you cough quietly. 

“I haven’t been with any other um…”actors” before, so I don’t know where to begin. If I’m being quite honest, this is a bit on the sudden end and I don’t know you well enough for me to have confidence and say yes immediately.” You speak honestly, wringing your hands as they sat on the table. None of them speak immediately, and a small chill of uncertainty rolled through you. 

A lot of people would jump at this chance. Free promotion for your own works, Wooyoung was a very attractive man and Changbin seemed to be very supportive of his partner’s endeavors. The more the silence went on, the more anxious you feel until finally; 

“I mean that’s fair. Would you like to hang out some ime or anything like that? Even if you don’t want to collaborate, it’s not like we can’t be friends.” Wooyoung spoke, seemingly sorting out his words in his head first. A wave of relief washed over you as Changbin kissed Wooyoung’s head and then stood. 

“I’m gonna go get some drinks for us all. Anyone want anything?”

“Can I have the new fruit drink on the menu? The wildberry one?” Wooyoung batted his lashes at Changbin and his boyfriend responded with a laugh and a nod, looking at Yeonjun. They cocked a brow at him before he nodded. 

“Right. Neapolitan coffee. And you? What would you like, Y/n? It’s my treat.” He smiled softly. You feel your shoulders relax a bit as you tell him your preferred drink. As he stepped away from the table, you turn your attention back to Yeonjun. 

“How did you come to be the stylist for Wooyoung?” You inquire. Yeonjun let out a chuckle, completely relaxed beside you. 

“Wooyoung and I have been friends for years. I’ve seen him naked more times than I can count. So I figured I’d help him out. I can’t even trust this one to do skincare without beating the hell out of his own cheeks, I don’t trust him to bring out his own features.” 

“There’s nothing wrong with how I do skincare!”

“Boy please, you beat your own cheeks harder than Changbin and I do.” 

You startle a barista walking by with the ungodly snort that left your lips as you burst into laughter, watching as Wooyoung swatted Yeonjun’s shoulder. It took nearly a full minute for you and Yeonjun to stop laughing as Wooyoung, which was made harder as he grew flustered, scolding the two of you.

Changbin came back with a confused look on his face, brow arching as Wooyoung pointed at Yeonjun. 

"THEY’RE FIRED!"

"Yeah, good luck getting that smokey eye perfected, then."

Wooyoung let out a scandalized gasp and Yeonjun smirked. 

"Sure you wanna fire me, bestie?" 

Wooyoung huffed and Yeonjun let out a laugh, seemingly satisfied. Changbin shook his head and placed your drink in front of you, sending you a smile. 

"If you want, you can choose the next place we go on a date at. I think it's best we all get to know each other better regardless of your decision at the end."

You smile and nod. "I'd love to. Thank you."

The rest of the day was comfortable and you'd ended up exchanging numbers with all three of them. 

You head out of the shower later, making sure the trio knew you’d gotten settled in just fine and hadn’t had any issues. As you dry your hair, curiosity nibbled at you and you find yourself taking a look back at Wooyoung’s account. 

Your leg bounced idly as you scroll through some of his photoshoots, admiring the quality and work put into them. 

There was something about meeting the team behind the art that made you appreciate it all the more. As you scroll, you finally find some where Changbin is present, the first being a POV shot of Wooyoung on his knees, lipstick smudged across his lips as he kissed the tip of Changbin’s cock.

“He’s in a bunch of them too but he never shows his face.”

Perhaps Changbin was every bit as versatile as his boyfriend, since the pictures regularly flip flopped between who was the top or bottom. You’re pretty sure you can even see Yeonjun in a few of them, especially the one of Wooyoung riding Chanbin as a different hand wove itself into his hair, tugging back so his body would be on display. 

You feel a telltale ache between your legs and feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you close your laptop. 

“Okay yeah, that’s enough of that.” You mutter quietly, flustered as you get under the covers. 

It took you a full hour of tossing and turning before you toss them back off of your legs, grumbling in annoyance. 

“There’s no way I can fucking sleep like this.” You sigh out in frustration before you move to grab your laptop again. You utter a few flustered lies to yourself, before you start browsing, eventually settling on one with a romantic title. 

Admittedly, no matter how good of an actor he may be, you find yourself giggling a bit at Wooyoung’s acting as he came into frame, romantic lighting in the room. He’d stripped himself slowly, dropping each article of clothing haphazardly onto the floor, smiling with a seductive half-lidded gaze as the lingerie clung to his body in all the right places. 

The humor in you died off as you bite your lip, watching as Wooyoung crawled into Changbin’s lap, kissing him slowly as he rolled his hips downward. Yeonjun would star in these sets, as well, you found out, but undoubtedly it was Changbin Wooyoung was currently seducing, rolling his hips down onto his thick thigh, riding slowly. 

You bite your lip and try to jump ahead a little bit, but end up going a bit too far, landing on the timestamp where Wooyoung had his arms wrapped around Changbin’s shoulders, head thrown back as he rode him like he was his last lifeline. Your eyes drift down Wooyoung’s body, the bra completely absent and the panties to the lingerie ripped enough for Changbin’s thick cock to slide between his cheeks. 

Wooyoung rolled his hips, looking back as he clenched around Changbin’s cock, the lube making a mess of both of them as Changbin reached around to plant both of his hands on Wooyoung’s ass. He let out a delghted purr before he felt Changbin bounce him, making him go at his faster, more desperate pace as he pulled him closer and closer to release. 

Your hand found its way between your legs as you watch, eyes glued on your screen as you finger yourself, thankful for the headphones in your ears, picking up every gasp, moan, and growl as Wooyoung finally came, tightening his grip around Changbin’s shoulders as he rode him, his ass jiggling with every bounce as eventually he achieved his desired goal;

Milking Changbin’s cock. 

You curl your fingers as you watch Changbin’s balls throb and draw up, his cock soon covered with his own cum as Wooyoung never slowed his hips, purring. 

“That’s it, that’s what I want.” He mewed, rolling his hips at a slower pace like he was going to stop before he smiled wickedly and kept going. 

“I’m not done~”

You don’t know how many times you’d restarted and watched that particular video over and over, but by the end of it, as you make your bambi-legged walk of shame to take a(nother) shower, you idly wonder just what kind of videos you’d shoot with Wooyoung if you were to accept. 

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 “Do you ever feel like you’re third wheeling when you’re with them?” You inquire, watching as Wooyoung and Changbin wander over to a dinosaur exhibit. Yeonjun stood beside you, sipping a drink with circular rimmed glasses on their face as they watched the two point at different plaques and read off fun facts. 

“Not really. They’re practically my boyfriends at this point, both of them just suck dicks at actually initiating.” 

You nearly choke on the pretzel in your hands as a woman passing by gives Yeonjun a scandalized look, hurrying away. They didn’t seem to care, watching the two with a quiet gaze. You watch their side profile before looking towards the two, watching as Wooyoung finally noticed you and Yeonjun had fallen behind. He rushed up to you both and smiled. 

“C’mon, quit daydreaming! They have a T-Rex over there!” He darted off, expecting you two to follow at the same pace. You find yourself laughing and looking over at Yeonjun, matching their pace as they made their way into the exhibit. 

“Is that why it was you who initiated this collab thing?” 

“Yep. Wooyoung thinks you’re cute and mentioned it in passing. Changbin told him to dm you. Both of them are idiots and didn’t do anything about it. So I did.” They hum, looking up at a brachiosaurus. You blink, taking a moment to let the words catch up to you before you look over at Woo and Changbin, finding Woo stealing glances at you and Yeonjun’s general direction. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want anything like that. Plenty of people don’t mix business with pleasure. To be honest, you could tell us you’d like to stay a friend and not do anything of the sort and that’d be fine with any of us.” They send you a smile and a wink before making their way over to Wooyoung. 

You look to the three of them, feeling a smile tug at your lips before following. 

To your (pleasant) surprise, none of them pressed you on the collaboration, as promised. Months had gone by, with Wooyoung posting his content and you posting yours, all while the four of you went on dates in between. 

Museums, art galleries, amusement parks, dinners out under the stars-

You’d honestly felt spoiled by all of this. And it was while you sat leaning against Changbin while Wooyoung and Yeonjun bickered over how to cook dinner right, that you spoke; 

“I think I want to do the collab.”

The chatter died immediately and two heads poked out of the kitchen while Changbin looked down in surprise.

“So suddenly?” 

“Yeah. You said it’s best we get to know each other better…it’s been nearly a year. I want to.” 

Wooyoung leaned over the back of the couch, smiling from ear to ear. 

“Should we talk about it over dinner? I already have something in mind, it’s been in my idea draft folder but if you want in, I think it’d be wonderful-” You laugh as he chattered on, moving aside so he could sit beside you, half of his ass practically in Changbin’s lap as he spoke to you. 

Yeonjun joined after a while, and for the rest of the night, the four of you talked casually about do’s and don’t, each other’s boundaries, things you all wanted to try, and everything in between.

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“Almost done, baby. Good job.”

As you stand beside Yeonjun, you shift from foot to foot, watching as Changbin carefully spoke to Wooyoung through the entire process of him tying him up. The two exchanged sweet nothings and a few kisses here and there, laughing occasionally as they sat in their own world. 

“You look nervous. Are you sure you wanna do it today?” they inquire, looking over at you. You nod, sending them a kind smile. 

“I’m nervous because it’s the first set, but I’m sure I’ll settle into it once its my turn.” You respond. Yeonjun smiled and looked back at the two.

“Ah, he’s finished. Go ahead, love. Changbin will take care of you while I make sure Woo stays fluffed and ready.” They spoke with an exaggerated sigh, though they looked absolutely ecstatic at the idea of teasing Wooyoung’s cock. Wooyoung clearly noticed, sending them a challenging eyebrow raise. 

“Try not to have it end up down your throat like last time.” He sassed. Yeonjun’s lips quirked, a spark of chaos behind them. 

“Have it down my throat? Got it.”

You look up as Changbin came over to you, smiling as he held up a bundle of rope of your favorite color. He excused himself, kneeling. 

“You’re okay with this still, right?” He inquired. You nod, moving your arms behind your back as instructed as Changbin got to work tying the intricate knots. You occasionally feel his fingers brush against your skin, goosebumps rising in their wake. His breath ghosting across your abdomen has the same effect, and without meaning to, you meet his gaze as you look down at him. 

Neither of you say a word as you hold eye contact. 

The moment is broken by a sharp curse coming from Wooyoung as he tried to buck up into Yeonjun’s mouth, only to be foiled by them yanking his hips down thanks to the ropes. A pleased purr rumbled from somewhere at the back of their throat as they popped their mouth off, stroking him with a Chesire grin stretched across their face. 

“You always talk so much shit but then crumble apart the moment I get my mouth on you, I think you like being a brat a bit too much. Remember, Wooyoungie-” Yeonjun’s smile grew wider as they bit into the dip at Wooyoung’s hip, pushing his hips down when he bucked once more.

“-I’m not Changbin, I’ll edge you until you fall apart, you little shit.”

Changbin rolled his eyes and moved you around, setting you on your back and pulling your knee up. 

“With this position, please let me know if you feel any cramping, even if we’re in the middle of a scene, I’ll come and let you stretch them out, okay?” He cooed to you and you nod, letting him move and adjust your body as needed. As your head hit the pillow, you find yourself focusing on the calm thrumming of your own heart. The silk of the rope rubbed pleasantly against your thighs as Changbin bound your ankles. 

Its when his hands brush against your clit that you let out a sharp inhale. He looked to your face for any signs of discomfort, but you simply nod and whisper for him to keep going. He nodded and continued, adjusting the knot so every move of your body would make it rub against your clit, his fingers rubbing against your clit a few times in the process. 

You see his cheeks darken ever so slightly as you moan softly, but neither of you comment on it, and soon you’re ready, your nipples hard as Changbin tested the rope strength and made sure the knots were firm. The sound of sucking and Wooyoung groaning in frustration pop the two of you out of your little bubble as Changbin looked over to Yeonjun and Wooyoung. 

“Yeonjun leave my baby alone before I rope your ass up, too.”

“Oh, please do.”

You turn your head in time to see Changbin place a thunderous ass slap to Yeonjun’s ass. They shot up and Changbin chuckled as he picked Wooyoung up, setting him beside you so both of you were facing each other. Wooyoung stuck his tongue out at Yeonjun before turning to look at you, immediately switching his gaze into a sultry one. 

“Hey there, sexy. Come here often?”

You match his expression, letting Changbin-and a sulking Yeonjun-move the two of you around for the shot. 

“No, but after today, I might like to.”

You miss the way both Yeonjun and Changbin perk above you, exchanging a look with one another and an ecstatic smile. Wooyoung’s eyes lit up as well, before he tilted his head ever so slightly.  

“I’d be really happy if you did come back for more…You look amazing, by the way.” Wooyoung whispered, as if speaking above that level would break the immersion. The goosebumps return to your skin before Changbin cupped both of your chins. 

“We’re going to start. Let me know if anything is too tight or if you feel yourself cramping up at all.” He spoke slowly, making sure to look both of you in the eyes. It made you feel comfortable, that he spoke to you and Wooyoung as if it were both of your first times instead of just yours. It didn’t put you on the spot, and without thinking, you press an appreciative kiss to his palm as he asks again for affirmations. 

“Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Binnie/Yes, Sir.”  

With that, Changbin switched places with Yeonjun and picked up the camera. 

Your focus shifted to Yeonjun immediately as they drag their thumbs over both of your lips. You hear camera clicks behind them, but it doesn’t distract you, your eyes locked onto their face. You can’t help but to find your mind wandering. The three of them really did look so attractive when they were focused. 

Yeonjun’s eyes were hooded and you felt a chill run down your spine as the two of you locked eyes. 

“Open your mouths just a bit.” Changbin instructed and you part your lips, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as Yeonjun’s thumb sat on your bottom lip. You can hardly hear the camera in Changbin’s hands anymore as you flick your tongue over the pad of Yeonjun’s thumb. 

A pleased rumble passes through their lips as Wooyoung does the same, slowly sucking their thumb into his mouth. The two of you slowly curl your tongue over Yeonjun’s thumbs, lips parted slightly so Changbin could get the shots. Yeonjun’s fingers twitch ever so slightly and you feel a sense of pride swell in your chest as you notice their arousal.  

You glance down at the prominent bulge before slowly dragging your gaze up their lean body, tilting your head with a smile as you wrap your lips around their thumb. 

“Y/n.” Yeonjun growled out, and a pleased shiver ran up and down your spine. 

“I’m gonna move you two around.” Changbin informed you both as he grabbed Wooyoung, giving him a slow, gentle kiss before getting him comfy at the center of the bed. He looked towards you, sleeves rolled up as he grabbed your waist, picking you up with ease. You can’t help your eyes gravitating to his muscles, a purr leaving your lips. 

“What, I don’t get a kiss too?” You tease, quirking a brow at him. Changbin’s brow arched before he looked at Wooyoung. The two exchange a small thoughtful hum before Changbin cocked his head. 

“Depends. You want one?” 

You stare at him with slightly widened eyes, looking over at Wooyoung, who was watching you both with interest. Yeonjun had sat beside him, gently running their fingers up and down his abdomen as they rested their chin in their free hand, waiting. 

You look back at Changbin and clear your throat slightly. 

“Maybe I do want one.”

He leaned, pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. It took a moment for your brain to catch up and realize this was real and actually happening, but when you do, you press back against him, grateful for his steady grip on your bound body as he balanced you in his arms. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you apologize halfheartedly to Yeonjun for the lipstick that had definitely gotten smudged as Changbin’s tongue finds its way into your mouth. 

“A damn shame we don’t have the mask. This would’ve been a perfect shot of them kissing while you eat pussy, Wooyoung.” Yeonjun sighed, lightly raking their nails over one of Wooyoung’s nipples. Wooyoung groaned and rose his hips uselessly, watching as a pretty clear string of precum fell from between your legs as Changbin broke the kiss. 

Changbin put his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes before he gave you a brief, chaste kiss and set you ontop of Wooyoung. 

You blush the moment you realize how heated both of your bodies are, and once you look up at Wooyoung to ask him if the kiss was really okay, you find the words caught in your mouth as he looked down at you. 

“Yeonjun, I’m gonna fuck up my lipstick, too.” He spoke without his eyes leaving yours. You feel yourself throb in anticipation, aching dully as Yeonjun stands and sighed dramatically. 

“As if you don’t always ruin my hard work anyway. Go on and kiss while I get your baby all ready.” Yeonjun set up the camera, waving a hand and letting a video play as they and Changbin stood just behind in, moving so subtly you could barely hear them as Wooyoung leaned in to kiss you. 

You meet him half way, craning your neck up and humming in delight as your breasts squish against his chest. Whereas Changbin’s kiss tasted of coffee, Wooyoung tasted of something sweet you couldn’t put your finger on. You feel his muscles twitch below you, a small frustrated growl leaving his lips at the reminder he couldn’t wrap his arms around you. 

A small inhale from across the room draws your attention for a moment and you break the kiss with Wooyoung, kissing down to his neck for the camera, while you were actually stealing a peek at what Yeonjun and Changbin had been up to.

You clench on nothing when you find Yeonjun watching the two of you, their hand over Changbin’s mouth and the other wrapped around his cock as they stroked him slowly. You could see every vein on his cock even from here, and it made your mouth water instantly at the thought of it inside of you. 

Yeonjun caught you stealing glances and purred something into Changbin’s ear, stroking faster as they rolled their thumb over the head of his cock, smearing precum along the tip. 

‘Look at them, they’re both practically begging for your cock. 

They nibble at Changbin’s earlobe and mutter something you can’t hear, and you remember you shouldn’t stare for too long, turning your head to kiss Wooyoung once more. He happily responded in kind, lifting his hips to grind his cock against your folds as best he could. 

“Wooyoung-” Your voice came out breathless against his lips as your hips twitch. Both of you did your best to rut against one another, your nipples perked and erect against his chest as he lifted his hips. 

At some point the camera is moved, and you can hear the sound of shutter clicks as Wooyoung rolled his hips up, grinding his cock against your clit. 

“Good boy, I bet it aches so much, doesn’t it? Being sooo~ Close to Y/n’s pussy but not being able to have it. I bet you could slip riiight inside with how wet they are.” Yeonjun purred from behind the both of you. A pathetic and frustrated sound ripped from Wooyoung’s chest as Yeonjun paused in their teasing to grab his cock, stroking it right against your entrance. 

It took everything in you not to just sit down and take every inch, but just as soon as the thought crossed your mind, Yeonjun stopped teasing Wooyoung, taking a few pictures of his cock right against your pussy before they reached to cup your core, rubbing slowly. 

“Fuck!” You curse, pressing against Wooyoung as you raise your hips, chasing Yeonjun’s soft touch against your clit. They chuckle and rub your clit in fast circles, leaning into your ear as you moan and rut against their hand. 

“Look at you, you’re a natural~” They purr, pulling their hand away after a moment. 

“You don’t even need me to keep you interested, both of you are enjoying each other’s company just fine~” They sing, laughing as you subtly raise your hips to try and get them to keep touching you. 

“Oh? For me? You shouldn’t have~” They purr, licking the precum off of their fingers before planting a firm slap to your pussy. A jolt of pleasure shot up from your clit all the way up to your spine and it’s only Wooyoung’s presence that kept you from completely falling face first into the sheets as your body quivered in excitement. 

“We have a shoot to do, darling. Focus on that and maybe I’ll give you more treats later.” They tease, walking away from the two of you to grab the camera. 

You can feel yourself aching for release as Yeonjun took a few more pictures, and a passing comment about how wet you were and how much you’d gotten on Wooyoung’s cock made you clench. 

“You both okay?” Changbin inquired, having rolled a ring down over his cock to keep himself hard as he moved you and Wooyoung around, untying your legs and slowly stretching them for you before he took a step back to think, eyes wandering over both of your bodies. 

You nod, leaning on Wooyoung as you try to keep your head from spinning. He put his head on yours, giving an affirmation that he, too, was okay and Yeonjun whispered something into Changbin’s ear once more. 

His face lit up with inspiration, moving the ropes around with skill, his tongue poking out as he concentrated. 

You find yourself bound to Wooyoung with a hitachi wand settled into the ropes. Changbin had settled you in Wooyoung’s lap, and both of you could feel the head of the wand right against yourselves as Yeonjun came close to admire the work. 

“I know I’m a genius when it comes to ideas, but you really can take most anything and put it into your rope work, huh?” They praised idly, taking a few pictures. You meet Wooyoung’s gaze, and wonder if he can feel the thundering anticipation of your own heart as you wait for the buzzing of the toy. 

Wooyoung looked every bit as excited as you felt, lipstick smudged onto the corner of his lips and even his cheek as he leaned up for another kiss. Changbin’s hands find their way into both of your hair, pulling just hard enough to make you both inhale sharply, tilting your heads back. 

Its then when you come face to face with Changbin’s cock. Thick and throbbing, its right in front of both of you and you’re almost embarrassed by the way you felt your mouth water. You almost go cross-eyed staring. Movement caught your attention, and you can feel Wooyoung’s breath as he leaned closer despite the grip in his hair, kissing the side of his cock. You mirror him, running your lips over the other side. 

Changbin groaned, keeping still with an impressive amount of control for someone having their dick kissed and teased by two people. Wooyoung moved his head down, lapping at Changbin’s balls and you take the opportunity to slide him into your mouth, dragging your tongue along the slit before dipping the tip if it in, purring to yourself as his hips twitched ever so slightly. 

Yeonjun moved somewhere in the room, but you hardly pay it any mind as you bob your head, trying to see how far down on his cock yoy could leave your lipstick mark. Wooyoung noticed and watched with half lidded eyes as you swallow down a little over half of his cock, your eyes watering as you hold yourself down. Wooyoung smiled at you like the cat that ate the canary, moving his lips off of Changbin’s balls to gently nudge your cheek. 

You move and watch Wooyoung slide down slowly, his throat bulged out as he wrapped his lips just short of the base of Changbin’s cock. You watch in wonder, seeing Wooyoung’s throat move as Changbin slowly fucked it, and you take the time to lick at Wooyoung’s bulging adam’s apple. 

He moaned quietly before it turned into a choked gasp, one you shared with him as you suddenly feel the wand situated between the two of you switch on. The two of you squirm and writhe, not realizing every jolt and movement only pressed you both closer to each other, and thus kept the wand firmly in place between you. 

Changbin watched you both with hooded eyes, grabbing his cock at the base and stroking it slowly in front of both of your faces without a word. He looked ready to burst, his cock flushed a lovely shade of dark pink as you and Wooyoung met in the middle, moaning around the head of his cock as you shared a kiss. 

Gradually, the speed and intensity of the vibrations turned up until both you and Wooyoung were incoherently rutting against one another, moaning and kissing each other and Changbin’s cock as you chased your orgasm. 

You feel your muscles tense, sweat rolling down your body as you hump and grind against Wooyoung and the toy, a coil tightening in your stomach. Wooyoung is just as bad, mouth open as swears and pleads for it not to stop cascade out of his mouth. 

Changbin stepped away without you realizing, letting Yeonjun have the full shot with the best lighting as you and Wooyoung finally cum. Your pussy clenches around nothing, tears running down your cheeks as you tried-and failed-to decide if you wanted to rut more into the wand or shy away from the powerful sensations. 

You wouldn’t have been able to in this state, anyway. 

Wooyoung threw his head back, body jolting as he thrusted upwards, sending the head of the toy against your clit as he came all over both of your stomachs, a string of colorful words freefalling from his lips. 

You whine and pant, feeling hand in your hair, and you realize Changbin has moved back into place again, stroking his cock in both of your faces, the ring discarded somewhere. Wooyoung and you both open your mouths, occasionally jolting and trembling as the toy buzzed on between you. 

Changbin bit his lip hard, chest rising and falling quickly as he finally came, thick ropes of cum landing across both your faces and along your tongues. Changbin made sure to milk his cock, stroking and squeezing until every last drop had landed on either you or Wooyoung before he stepped out of the way, letting Yeonjun come close for the final shots. 

You and Wooyoung look up, panting quietly before licking your lips, mirroring Yeonjun behind the camera. You glance at Wooyoung and lean up for a kiss, sharing the last few drops with him as Yeonjun filmed. 

“And we’re done.” Yeonjun called, setting the camera aside and turning the wand off. You let your head thump onto Wooyoung’s shoulder as you try and catch your breath, feeling Changbin untie you both. 

“You okay?” He inquired, helping you out of Wooyoung’s lap. 

“Holy fuck.” You murmur after a moment, hearing all three of them burst into laughter.

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You smile and thank Changbin after he finished helping you stretch, a bottle of lotion situated on the downstairs table. He moved over to Wooyoung to help him with his sore muscles and you can see Yeonjun curled up on the couch, glasses on their face as they edited the videos and pictures. 

“I hope you had fun, Y/n. I know I did.” Wooyoung hummed, smiling and giving Changbin a spiderman kiss after pulling him down to his level. You take a sip of tea as Changbin kissed him back. 

“I meant it. You’re a natural.” Yeonjun praised, voice sounding absent as they cropped certain frames out of the overall video. You feel heat creep to the back of your neck as you nurse your cup of tea. 

“I think…I’ll want to do some more in the future. If that’s alright with everyone here.” You say after a moment. Wooyoung and Changbin look at you in surprise and Yeonjun smiled, tilting their head to the left. 

“I knew you’d be a good edition.”

“Y/n! This is great!” Wooyoung shot up and crawled over to you, setting his chin on your knees like a puppy. You could swear there were stars in his eyes as he looked at you. It made you flustered, and you lightly turn his head to look away from you, only for it to snap back where it originally was. 

“This means you can choose the next set, Y/n. It’s only fair.” Changbin told you, picking Wooyoung up with ease and making him lay down as he rubbed the lotion on his legs and checked the rope marks. 

You bring the cup up to your lips, smiling ever so slightly. 

“I’ll take some time to think about it, then.” 

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𓆩♡𓆪 — when you don't say I love u back

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soobin 수빈

softest boy :( he'll literally pause everything he was doing when he doesn't hear you telling him that you love him. ready to get down on his knees and start apologising until you forgive him. when you glance at him and he's just like 🙁 you feel bad ahh. there's this big frown on his face and you just want to kiss it away. so you do. he'll crack a smile but you can see he's still weary. his entire face drops when you tell him it was prank. tries to act like he knew all along but omg he's so relieved. more cuddle time to make up. won't let you go until he's assured that you're not mad.

yeonjun 연준

is not amused. how dare you ignore your boyfriend when he's being romantic for once??? the audacity. won't even say anything. just stare at you until you crack under the pressure of his gaze and just fold. tries to act tough when you get on his lap to apologise but literally melts against you when you start peppering kisses on his faces. happy boy :D. prepare for the sass though. whenever you say ily now he'll be like "uhm" in the most sarcastic way he can muster and turn away, pretending that he didn't hear you.

beomgyu 범규

ready to throw hands?? are you fr?? he'll start bonking you on the head out of nowhere but in his eyes it's pretty valid. starts preparing like he's actually gonna fight you help. "is there a problem?" "a problem?! say it back you bitch." The pestering won't stop. the problem is you're stubborn too, you're not gonna give up that easily. but then he involves ice-cream. "tell me you love me or I'm gonna throw out the ice-cream." you have never told him that you love him faster. he'll huff loudly and just plop on top of you rambling about how "unfair you are to him"

taehyun 태현

he knows what you're doing lmao. prepare to lose because he's gonna be extra clingy and you just can't resist. he'll do the most domestic things saved only for date night. he'll cuddle up to you and you're just like 😮 because usually you're the one initiating skinship in the relationship but here he is. but even he has a breaking point. when you don't react even after he's brought you the coffee you told him you were craving for since morning, you still don't budge. he'll literally jump on top of you and stay there until he's dragged it out of you. becomes so happy and proud like he didn't just manipulate it out of you. cute mf <3

heuning kai 휴닝카이

he literally tells you he loves you every second. and it's always paired with something cute. smothers you with affection until you're red in the face and he's gushing over how cute you are. "oh my god you're so adorable." my baby can't be more oblivious, he doesn't know what you're doing but one thing that he does know is that he isn't gonna leave the house until you've done the whole "I love you more" ritual with him. you have no choice but to accept it when he threatens to smush your cheeks together.

( stray kids ver. )