#𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

[giuliadesu]

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | bang chan

kpop | giuliadesu

fem!reader ⍛ fluff, hurt/comfort; mentions of stress, anxiety ⍛ 4.4k w

red lights by bang chan & hyunjin

chan was tired. the rehearsals for the comeback, the stress from the company, the deadlines for the songs creeping up on him… it was  just too much, and he was not sure for how long he would (and could) be able to handle all of this before snapping.

it was late, well past the time they should have been done with dance practices. looking at the sweaty yet delighted faces of his friends, he almost felt bad: happiness and joy should be flowing through his veins, not annoyance and fatigue. despite the thought, he couldn’t help the feelings cruising through his mind. at that point, he wasn’t even paying attention to what the other guys were saying. chan was constantly lost in his own thoughts and he stopped in his tracks only when they passed by one the practice rooms.

it was supposed to be empty, considering the late hour, yet there was music coming out of it — music he knew all too well because he wrote it. 

that was enough to catch his attention, considering his group was the last one to leave the area of the building dedicated to the practice rooms, and all the other dancers that trained with them went home already. chan let his teammates know he’d stop by his studio and that he’d see them tomorrow, then curiously leaned against the glass door that was left ajar.

and what he saw completely captivated him.

red pointe shoes were delicately gliding against the floor, ever so elegant and gentle; strong yet thin legs moved flawlessly, creating a cadenza of life that permeated the room; toned arms accompanied the movement of the body, swimming through air as if it was the only thing they were meant to do.

but when his gaze finally lingered over your face, chan became even more surprised: he knew you. two hours ago you were dancing with them as if there was no tomorrow, giving your all as you always did during practices and rehearsals alike. how could you have so much strength left in you? all the dancers were extremely tired, and rightfully so! the amount of effort they put into training before shows and shootings was no lighter nor different.

yet, right in front of his amazed gaze, you were dancing without a care in the world. your spatial awareness allowed you to move around with your pretty eyes closed, a choreography known by heart and probably practiced thousands of times before.

and in that precise instant, chan knew what was missing from him: what started as the dream of a lifetime, and the once-in-a-lifetime possibility to make a career out of it, now turned into a mindless routine; deadlines piling up, muscles aching for a break — the freedom he longed for seemed so far away.

on a slightly happier note, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and breathtaking you looked, while you gently graced the floor with the elegance of your steps. and seeing you perform your magic on a song he wrote and that was so special and peculiar, made his heart skip a beat.

when the music ended, you collapsed onto yourself as the final step in that intricate pattern of movements, so foreign to the usual style he got accustomed to seeing you dance in. it was only in that moment that he allowed himself to reveal his presence. moving into the room, he clapped his hands, a bright smile spreading along his features.

“wow, hey, that was absolutely beautiful.”

the surprised gasp that left your mouth made him smile even more.

“chan! what are you doing here? you should be resting, today was rough.”

ah, you were always so sweet to them. he liked to think of you as a close friend, especially after all the years spent working together, starting before their debut through all their shows, comebacks and shootings; those choreographies wouldn’t exist without you and your team, after all.

“hey, the same applies to you as well, young lady — it’s not like you worked any less hard.”

the gentle banter went on for a little while, and in the meantime you collected your things and switched your pointe shoes for the baggy pants you usually wore to practice. you were surprised to realize that chan was waiting for you, despite the tiredness evident on his features.

since he seemed to have a soft spot for you, it was not uncommon for his friends to ask for your help with coaxing him into healthier and less stressful habits and, even if today was not the case, your mind was already set on trying to convince him to go back to his apartment instead of his studio at the dorms.

he once told you that he bought a very small apartment with an equally tiny balcony that overlooked the han river and, coincidentally, you lived in the same area, just one street over — clearly, this played in your favor when trying to convince him to leave the jype building for the night.

“ramen by the river?”

one hour later, you were sitting on the banks by the han river, a cup of instant ramen warming your hands. it was not a strange occurrence: more often than not, when either of you needed someone to talk and vent to outside of working hours, this is where it would happen. considering that it was well past one in the morning, both of you decided to simply forego wearing your masks.

the concrete bench was cold from where chan was sitting cross-legged in front of you, yet it was a very grounding sensation — especially if compared to the heat inside the dancing rooms.

“red lights, uh?” 

the blush on your cheeks became evident, and he was careful enough to hide his smirk with the ramen cup.

“sorry, i should’ve asked you if it was okay for me to create a choreography on that… and i shouldn’t have been practicing it at the studio.”

you were fumbling with your hands while trying to keep them hidden in your lap, ramen forgotten by your side along with the konbini wooden chopsticks. brows furrowed, chan gently grabbed your hands — they were so small and cold when in his own palms! his eyes searched for yours while rubbing soothing circles with his thumb over the soft expanse of your skin.

“are you kidding? that was the coolest thing i’ve ever seen!” 

his eyes turned into shining crescent moons, dimples on full display as his lips turned into a joyous smile. the fact that you didn’t retract your hands made him feel better about his actions. for once in his life, he decided to follow the quickened beating of his heart, instead of the cold rationality provided by his brain.

he wanted to experience freedom again, and wanted to do that with you. coming to that conclusion felt surreal, yet so right all at the same time.

with that reckless resolution engraved in his mind, he decided to shoot his shot, while walking you home from your little nocturnal escapade. he bundled you up in his black hoodie, as you forgot yours at the studio, and couldn’t help but notice how you literally melted in the soft fabric.

“so…”

chan’s voice was soft, vowel dragged out more than necessary. when the entrance of your apartment building came into view, he knew it was time. he shoved his hands in the pockets of the black joggers he picked for practice, turning to face you and giving you his full attention.

“would you mind if i danced with you? while you do that breathtaking choreography?”

“what?!”

“you just looked so carefree and beautiful! i’ve never seen someone create something so unique over that song. i want to experience that freedom with you — if you’re okay with that, of course.”

you were absolutely at a loss for words. the bang chan, the man you had the fattest crush on ever since you first met him seven years ago — he gave you his hoodie, called you beautiful and said he wanted to dance with you.

your eyes fell on his right hand. from its place in the pocket, it had now moved over his abdomen; you knew he was nervous, it was some sort of unconscious behavior. just, this time he didn’t need to be, not around you.

with the sweetest smile across your features, you took his hand in your smaller ones, barely emerging from the sleeves of the hoodie.

rising to the tip of your toes, you placed the softest kiss over his cheek, resting your lips on the skin near his mouth for a bit longer compared to what would have been considered appropriate for friends. a gentle whisper was murmured a mere breath apart from him, gazes locking into one another as if that was their sole scope.

“i would love to dance with you, chris.”

chan was smitten. he was absolutely, undeniably, incredibly, atrociously whipped for you.

it was not much of a surprise: he fell for you the second you entered jype together as trainees - him as an idol, you as a dancer. but back then you were both too young, and too focused on trying to make a career out of your dreams to have time to focus on something like romance and love.

then, when he debuted, he quickly became overwhelmed by all the responsibilities he had towards his members and stays. he knew you deserved better, someone who could be with you all the time; that didn’t stop him from composing love songs with you in mind. after all, he spent almost every day with you and your team, so it was not like his feelings ever had a chance of wavering. seeing you grow and dance and becoming the most beautiful version of yourself was enough for him.

or so he thought.

after witnessing you dance on red lights, something just clicked: maybe he was tired, maybe he realised he couldn’t keep writing love songs about you without freely expressing his feelings, maybe he just wanted to know if he had a chance with you.

in the months following that night, chan tried his best to be closer to you, and not only when you had your nightly rendezvous in the studio, no — you had a key to his apartment and he had one to yours. his pantry started filling with your favourite foods and snacks, his wardrobe sported some of your comfy clothes and a basket in his bathroom held your skincare routine and your shower products. he almost cried when he once spent the night at your apartment after a rough day and realised you had done the same for him.

he loved watching you dancing as he played the piano for you. seeing you nap on the couch in his studio after practice, tucked in in one of his hoodies. hearing you ramble as you ate a midnight snack on his balcony, always with a smile on his face as he caressed your calves resting on his lap. knowing he had you in his life and never taking that for granted.

chan felt his heart grow a size too big when he started noticing how much you loved his closest friends: on days when practice ran for longer hours, you would always have a tupperware of peeled peaches with a pinch of sugar for him and felix, and a chicken breast sandwich for changbin. when han was going trough dark days, you’d be next to him, silently yet acting as a grounding presence for the boy. hyunjin and minho knew they could always go to you to talk or have a practice buddy if they wanted to rehearse their choreographies a bit more; seungmin and jeongin tried to rope you in on their schemes and pranks, especially when they were at chan’s expenses.

but, selfishly, what he loved the most was noticing how some of his habits rubbed off on you. sometimes you’d peek into his studio, tapping lightly on his shoulder; by the time he had turned around, he would be met by your arms spread wide and your gentle voice asking “big hug?” with a sweet smile on your face. his lips would automatically turn upside down, dimples on full display for you, as his arms wrapped around you. or when you would close your eyes with a smile when eating something you liked.

chan wasn’t sure how to exactly tackle the topic, so for now he just basked in the comfort you gifted him, never expecting anything in return.

you hated seeing chris crying. it didn’t matter if he was on tour on the other side of the world, or just a street over — whenever you spotted his eyes becoming red, your heart would shrink in pain.

it had been a long day. winter finally arrived, bringing cold days and a foggy weather. chan sent you a message to tell you that he had a meeting with the company and then he would go boxing a bit, so you didn’t have to wait for him at the studio; before going, he didn’t forget to peck your forehead, as he always did.

you couldn’t help but worry a little, when he had to go and have those meetings. something in his behaviour would change, as if he expected to be scolded for something or to have even more limitations forced upon himself — although he would accept them without complaints, so long his friends could keep reaching for their dream. the uneasy feeling you had wouldn’t leave you, so you opted to send him a simple message of a black heart, a gentle reminder you were with him every step of the way.

a couple of hours later, the clock of your phone showed it was almost midnight. chris still hadn’t answered you, and the guys told you that they hadn’t seen him ever since he went for the meeting; even their manager was in the dark of what was happening.

the weather looked like it would start pouring rain any second now, and you didn’t know if you wanted to go the the company and check if by any chance he was still in the studio, or if maybe you should give him a call just to be sure he was alright.

as you were about to leave the comfort of your couch, you felt your phone vibrate with a new notification. it was from chan. “i’ll be over in 10, is that okay?”

it didn’t matter how many times it had happened before, having chris silently crying on your chest was something that destroyed you. he was completely soaked, the downpour caught up to him as he was on his way to your apartment. sitting on the edge of your bathtub, he had his strong arms around your waist, pulling you even closer in between his legs; you gently threaded your fingers through his damp hair, pressing soft kisses to the crown of his head — trying in any way to alleviate the pain he was feeling. an eerie silence settled in the room, occasionally broken by his soft sniffles muffled by your (his, if you were to be completely honest) hoodie. after minutes that felt like hours, you moved a little to cup his face between your hands. red, swollen eyes looked at you, tears carving a path over the inhuman amount of foundation they forced him to wear.

“let’s remove your makeup, okay?”

with gentle movements you pressed the cotton pad over his honeyed skin, finally removing all those layers of powder and foundation that covered it. you were even softer around the eyes, considering they were already red from crying. then you lifted his face, bending down a little to place the lightest of kisses at the corner of his lips.

“take a warm shower, i’ll put your spare clothes in the dryer and get started on some hot chocolate.”

at that he hugged you even tighter, before allowing you to leave the room. a couple of minutes later, the sound of dripping water filled the apartment.

regardless of the circumstances, there was always something special in having chris laying on top of you with his head in the crook of your neck. hair still damp, he let his hands sneak under your hoodie, so to rest on your soft skin. his breath was tickling your skin, and you pulled him even closer to you when you felt he was ready to speak.

“chan’s room is no more.”

a soft whisper against your pulse.

“apparently i’m not doing enough of what they want, so they’re taking stays away from me… i don’t know what to do anymore.”

that was not what you were expecting. you were furious to say the least, but anger wouldn’t solve anything. your fingers found their rightful place in his hair, gently massaging his scalp. what could you say to make him feel better? you wanted him to smile again, to see him happy.

“it’s not your fault, chris. i know it hurts, but stays are always with you! they’re not gonna let something that is out of your control hinder the love and admiration they hold for you.”

he finally moved his head from his comfort spot, hovering over you. the duvet slipped from his shoulders, revealing the large tank top he used to sleep when at your place. his eyes never left yours, and he just nuzzled into your palms when you cupped his cheeks once again.

“damn, what would i do without you?”

stroking his cheekbones, you just gave him a small yet genuine smile.

“even if the world is coming down, i won’t let you drown. even if you start to lose your hold, i won’t let you go.”

the night was spent cuddling, with chan that finally gathered enough courage to tell you everything that was troubling him. you listened, providing gentle words of comfort and soft kisses over his collarbones. you understood his anguish and the pain he felt when the company decided to take away from him one of the activities he cherished the most; it was a way to keep a connection with the people that made their dream possible, to <make sure they knew they weren’t just numbers on a youtube video or sales for a chart.

rain kept falling well into the wee hours of the morning, a perfect backdrop for the vulnerable side the wonderful man in front of you decided to showcase. his dark hair kept covering his eyes, and you would promptly move them, not wanting to miss those beautiful eyes for even one second.

that night, under the covers of your small bed, something clicked. the thin line separating friendship and love started to fade — and maybe, just maybe, it would allow you both to stop at a red light and reflect on your feelings.

green. going to bed at 5 am after pulling an all-nighter to work on the new album.

red. waking up with you on the couch next to him, cuddled into his side, the night spent doing a studio ghibli marathon.

green. producing, training, practicing — repeat.

red. a dinner in a cozy, family-run restaurant with both teams; everyone was cheerful, and chris was right next to you, feeding you bits from his plate.

green. vocal training, more training, more rehearsals, makeup tests.

red. your tiny hands massaging his sore shoulders after he took a shower, almost falling asleep on your thighs at the pleasant sensation.

green. comeback photos, packing outfits for the upcoming tour, interview after interview, appointment after appointment.

red. dancing with you in the studio, then eating a cup of ramen by the han river — where it all began.

green. loading the van for the trip to the airport, doing last minute checks; you giving felix a small piece of paper, with the promise of handing it to chan on the last day of tour, when the closing piece of the concert will be playing.

red. the last night before leaving for a three-months-long tour, in his studio; singing youtiful together, over an old mock track that had only chan’s vocals on it; looking into each other’s eyes, time stopping.

the last thing chris wanted to do on the last concert of the tour was crying. 

yet there he was, sitting on the floor, youtiful playing in the background, stays singing together. they were not singing, as they had prepared a surprise video to thank all the people who allowed them to reach for their dreams.

it always felt surreal, playing in seoul. after all, it was were everything started, where they met one another, where they found a new family and gave a new meaning to the word brotherhood. and this was not only related to the eight of them, oh no: their managers, your dance team that created all of their choreographies, the staff they saw every day — that counted as family as well, helping and supporting them after all these years.

chan had many reasons for breaking down on stage: the road leading to this comeback and this tour had been bumpy to say the least; they renewed their contracts with jype, and for once the leader in him decided to come out during the talks, bargaining for better conditions and an incredible amount of freedom, from production of their albums to shootings and what they were allowed to say in interviews. he couldn’t believe he did it, and the confirmation arrived just minutes before they were supposed to go on stage, providing them with a new rush of adrenaline and a new significance to this last concert.

then felix came to him, just as the first notes of youtiful started echoing in the arena; he gave him a hug, and gave him the little piece of paper he had safeguarded for the last three months.

“if you are reading this, it means little sunshine succeeded in keeping it safe from prying eyes — yay! youtiful is playing just about now, and you’re probably sitting on the stage, a bit out of the way; i bet your eyes are red and you’re fighting back the tears. let them fall, let them ruin your makeup and show your emotions. even if you’re the leader, you’re allowed to be vulnerable, just like you did that night in my arms. i always loved the differences between stage-chan and normal-chan, although i love both versions of you equally; you are fierce yet vulnerable, flirty yet shy, a perfectionist afraid of mistakes. you’re a beautiful contradiction, you know that? i’m so proud of you. i haven’t seen you in three months (we really need to tackle your very unhealthy work habits — we could’ve facetimed a couple of times!), but i know you’ve been giving it your all, as you always do. take a second to look around you: the kids are either crying or hugging one another, and the stays behind you are singing with smiles on their faces. does it really seem like you disappointed someone? i love you, chris, more than what would be considered appropriate for friends; and every time you perform and show yourself i am reminded why i fell for the cute australian guy that joined jype almost ten years ago. feel proud of that little demon inside of you! be the person you were writing about in youtiful, be the little star that can both shine and blink. okay, this is supposed to be just a little note, but all i’ve written is true! big hug — i’m proud of you and i love you ❤︎”

smiling through tears, a new wave of excitement overcame him. he needed to see you, hug you, kiss you.

an hour later he was in the lobby of jype, waiting for you to pick up the phone, pacing back and forth. one ring, two rings — at the third your voice finally echoed through the speakers.

“chris! sorry, i couldn’t find my phone.”

“i cannot breathe without you being right by my side, i’ll die. so can you please come over closer? hold me tight, right now?”

he knew he was being daring, he knew you might say no or hang up the call; and the amount of time you were taking to answer him was giving him a panic attack. yet, when you finally replied, he could feel the smile in your voice.

“wait for me.”

when he reached home, he just had the time to leave his backpack by the couch before he heard someone timidly knocking on the door. his brain went on autopilot: he swung it open, pulled you into his arms and hugged you as if his life depended on it. three months without hugging you, without hearing your giggles, without sharing his life with you.

“i’m sorry it took me so long to realise it, i’m sorry you had to wait, i’m so sorry-”

his rambling was interrupted by you cupping is cheeks, standing on the tip of your toes, and placing a soft kiss over his lips. then, a whisper against those fluffy clouds.

“it’s okay. if it meant loving you, i would’ve waited until the end of time.”

chan felt like he could cry again. a tsunami of emotions washed over him, and in the spur of the moment he picked you up and spun around, beaming at the sound of your laugh. then he collapsed over his black couch, the one where you spent so many nights cuddling together, your weight over his.

“i love you.”

a peck on your lips.

“i love you so much.”

another peck.

“thank you for dancing into my life with the gentleness of your steps, thank you for being there for me when i was at my worst, thank you for loving me.”

one more kiss and a tighter hug sealed that magic moment. giggles filled the room, as chris felt like a child who was receiving his favourite candy, discovering the amazing sensation of being loved; the soft touch of your fingers through his longer hair acquired a new meaning, you nuzzling into his neck became his favorite thing, holding your hand with fingers intertwined was suddenly his new lockscreen.

red lights became his favourite song, the epitome of his happiness, ready to tackle a new season with you by his side as soon as the red light turned green.

© giuliadesu. please do not copy, translate, use in videos or reupload on other platforms and sites. it is strictly forbidden to feed any part of my content to ai.

[straykeedz]

𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 ; 𝐡𝐣𝐬, 𝐥𝐟

♡ 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐱 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @jilixthinker 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐜 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐳 𝐢𝐧 143 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬! *𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐢, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 143 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬* 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 ♡

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: what's better than having one subby, whiny boy between your bedsheets? having two subby, whiny boys between your bedsheets ♡

𝐰𝐜: 5,3k

𝐭𝐰: female anatomy ; soft dom!reader ; sub!jisung and sub!Felix ; mommy kink ; voyeurism ; felix and jisung are veeeery needy ; clit play and fingering (f receiving) ; masturbation (m) ; degradation if you squint, but also lots of praise ; heavy mxm stuff ; handjob (sorta) ; lots of teasing ; mention of body hair (we love body hair here!!) ; edging/orgasm denial if you squint ; threesome ; there's barely any foreplay really ; unprotected piv sex (don't do this!) ; also unprotected anal sex (mxm) ; double creampie (oops) ; hints at oral sex (f receiving) ; that's all i think of but lmk if i forgot something ; ♡

this was my first time writing mxm, kinda - but it won't be the last eheh (spoiler), so pls don't hate me if it completely sucks 🥺

-> 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐨3

The days always end the same way in your house. 

It’s not a bad thing, not at all - not when “the same way” means you get to strip your pretty boyfriends down naked and show them how much you appreciate them. To be honest, though, it nearly feels like a competition between the three of you - who gives more kisses, whose touch lingers the most, who makes the others get goosebumps faster and, and, and. A good competition, it is, and a very pleasant one. 

The days always end the same way in your house, with Jisung practically on his knees, almost begging, as he watches you and Felix make out filthily. 

Short, but very hard cock in his hand, he runs his thumb over his tip repeatedly to smear the pre-cum all over it, incapable of tearing his eyes off of you. He bites his lip as he attentively watches the way Felix’s tongue runs over your lower lip - the younger boy desperately tries to stretch his hands out to grope one of your tits, but you block him by wrapping your fingers around his wrist. 

“What happened to asking for permission, angel?” You tease the blond, and he simply tongues his cheek and smiles mischievously as you hold his arm behind his back.

“‘M sorry mommy, I forgot,” Felix is such a tease, biting on his lip as he looks you in the eye. 

The both of you are acting as if Jisung weren’t even in the same room as you. It may sound mean, but you love it - and, most importantly, he loves it. He’s definitely not complaining when he brings his other hand down to his balls and cups them, squeezing his most sensitive zone in his palm as he watches in awe the way Felix desperately tries to hold back from rutting his hips into yours.

The days always end the same way in your house, but tonight something’s different. They’re needier than usual - not that you mind, of course. 

You learned it from the way they practically threw themselves at you as soon as you stepped inside your shared place - Jisung’s arms wrapped around your waist and his face buried in your neck as Felix hugged you from behind, wrapping his limbs around Jisung’s figure as well and pulling the two of you closer. And then the constant kissing - Jisung kissing you, then Felix, then you again, and then both of you at the same time, mixing your essences in a lewd, yet sexy way. 

Felix nuzzles your nose with his, then looks at you with puppy eyes, looking like the cutest thing ever. “Can I… can I do something, mommy? A-anything you want. I just need to touch you.”

There’s something extremely hot in the way he sounds so desperate in spite of his deep voice, in the way he’s so putty in your hands, in the way he’s asking for permission. 

“Where do you want to touch me, angel?”

Pussy, Jisung thinks, squeezing his cock in his fist at the mere mental image of Felix rubbing your clit or burying his tiny fingers inside your hole - your arousal dripping all over his knuckles and the back of his hands. Maybe you’ll ask him to clean Felix’s fingers, and he’ll gladly accept them in his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around his hyung’s digits to lick your essence off of them. Please, choose her pussy - Jisung mentally begs. 

“I jus’ wanna make mommy feel good,” he answers. 

You smile at him, cupping his cheek in your hand. Then you kiss him on the lips, lingering. At the same time, you take his hand in yours, and place it on your stomach - then move it down, down, until his fingers brush the hem of your panties. He’s still looking at you with puppy eyes, even when his digits slip under the soft material of your underwear, hesitant - waiting for you to instruct him to go further, waiting for your permission.

Jisung bites his lip. He squeezes his balls, tugs at his cock that’s leaking an indecent amount of pre-cum all over his fingers. 

“Wan’ your pussy, too, mommy,” he blurts out before he can stop himself. 

Felix chuckles, not turning his head to look at his boyfriend. Instead, he solely focuses on rubbing your clit extremely gently - in circular motions first, then drawing imaginary eights, and then moving the pads of his fingers up and down. He does everything all at once, because his goal is not to make you cum - you didn’t demand that of him yet. 

You, however, shift your gaze from Felix to Jisung, quirking an eyebrow at him. Your pretty, whiny, desperate boy who can’t wait to be inside your pussy. Should you reward him for being so diligent and obedient? You probably should, but you also want to have your fun with him.

“Are you feeling neglected, Sungie?” You giggle, spreading your legs just a little bit wider to help Felix reach the spot between your thighs more comfortably. Jisung doesn’t answer your question - he simply blushes, then nods weakly. “Mhh, yeah, I can see that. Your little cock looks painfully hard, baby.”

“It is,” he whines, but won’t stop tugging at his balls in desperate need of friction, “’t’s so hard. ’s ready for you, mommy.”

He’s so cute.

“Felix, angel, why don’t you touch mommy properly, yeah?” You turn your head to kiss the tip of Felix’s nose before turning your head back to Jisung. Felix nods, and then you feel his fingers prodding at your entrance - then he slips his middle finger inside. “Sungie, baby, are you really that desperate for mommy’s pussy?”

Jisung nods swiftly, breath getting quicker. “Yes,” he breathes out, “always. Wan’ it all the time.”

You know he does.

“But Felix’s playing with mommy now,” you smirk, biting your lip as Jisung’s gaze shifts on where Felix’s fingers disappear under the waistband of your underwear. He can clearly distinguish filthy, slick sounds as his boyfriend moves his fingers in and out of you, and his cock throbs in his fist. “You’re gonna have to be a good boy and wait for your turn."

“But… but…” he mumbles, staring at you with his big, boba eyes. 

“Are you really that pussydrunk already, baby?” You tease him, finding him extremely cute as his eyes become glossy. So needy he might just cry. He nods once more, still playing with himself. “Mhh, why don’t you play with Felix’s pussy while you wait for your turn, then?”

Felix head immediately snaps up to look at you, Jisung’s eyes widen.

“Mommy…?” Jisung sounds confused, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his eyebrows. It’s a funny sight - him looking at you with innocent puppy eyes while holding his hard cock in his fist. 

“What’s up, baby?” You look at him with a teasing smile on your face. You know it’s not what he was expecting, what you proposed to him, but he’s not exactly complaining - he just sounds confused. “You don’t wanna be a good boy for mommy? Good boys wait for their turn. And play with their boyfriend to make mommy happy.”

Jisung nearly gasps at that because fuck, does he want to be your good boy. He wants anything and everything you’ve got in store for him. “I do. Wan’ to make mommy the happiest.”

Felix’s still playing with your pussy when he feels Jisung’s lips ghosting over his naked shoulders from behind. A shiver runs down his spine as he inevitably arches his back - eyes fluttering shut as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Jisung can’t help but feel a little weak when he places his fingers on his boyfriend’s hips as he leaves a series of kisses all over Felix’s freckled shoulders with his soft, plump lips.

“What… what do you want me to do, mommy?” Jisung sounds lost and overwhelmed at the same time as he presses himself on Felix’s body. 

“Thought you were desperate, Sungie,” you mock him, entangling your own fingers in Felix’s blond hair. “Just do to him what you wanted to do to me, baby. Play with his pussy the same way you’d play with mommy’s, c’mon.”

Jisung’s heart skips a beat. Felix’s does, too. It’s nothing they haven’t done before, but the way you just said it makes both their heads spin in anticipation. Jisung’s trembling fingers eventually reach the waistband of Felix’s boxers, but before he could drag them down the younger’s legs, he decides to tease Felix and himself a bit as memories of what had happened mere hours before flash before Jisung’s eyes. Memories of when he was bent over the couch with Felix’s chest pressed flat against his back and his hot breath on Jisung’s face. These are the thoughts running back and forth in Jisung’s mind as he brings his hand to palm Felix’s crotch, cupping and squeezing his boyfriend’s length. Felix hisses under his breath, finding it a bit harder now to focus on the movements of his fingers in and out of you, but he still manages to do a great job. 

Jisung continues to leave kisses on Felix’s skin, his shoulders first, then moving down, leaving a series of pecks all over his spine. And then he hooks his fingers in the waistband of Felix’s underwear and, finally, slides the dark piece of fabric down the younger’s legs impatiently, in a matter of seconds, throwing it across the room. 

Felix chuckles when he feels his boyfriend’s fingers wrapping around his length and Jisung’s lips on his lower back as his kisses move down, down, down. “You’re so impatient, hm?” He teases Jisung, and even though Jisung can’t see his face, he knows Felix’s smirking. “You’re so horny.” 

Jisung just rolls his eyes and scoffs. “You’re one to talk,” he chuckles, bringing two fingers to his mouth and wraps his lips around them, “like you weren’t begging to be between my legs this afternoon.”

He realizes what he just said a little too late. You’re already looking at both of them with an eyebrow raised, clearly unamused by the accidental revelation. “Well, that’s interesting,” you comment, wrapping your fingers around Felix’s wrist to stop his movements inside of you. He bites his lip, guilty, looking at you with puppy eyes. “What happened this afternoon, Sungie?” 

“Mommy, I-“ Felix start, but you shush him. 

“I asked Sungie,” you narrow your eyes at him. Then, your gaze shifts to the older boy, whose eyes are big and round - he’s scared he’s just fucked everything up, he’s scared you won’t let them cum tonight, all because of him and his incapacity of keeping his mouth shut. “You’re gonna tell me everything now, sweet boy, aren’t you? You’re gonna tell mommy everything that happened when she wasn’t there. And if you’re a good boy, mommy will reward you, baby. You know I will.”

Jisung nods swiftly, the promise of a reward washes away the guilt immediately. Felix rolls his eyes, the brat. 

“Yes, mommy.”

“Good boy,” you stretch your arm to cup Jisung’s cheek, and he leans in your touch. “Now, start.”

“We… Felix and I, we were watching a movie,” Jisung starts, “and- and we were cuddling. On the couch.” He watches closely as you remove Felix’s hand from your panties, despite his whines. The younger boy gives Jisung the side-eye, and Jisung gulps. 

“Don’t mind him, baby. Go on,” you encourage him with a nod. 

“And then we… we got hard.” 

“You both got hard?” You quirk an eyebrow at Jisung, somehow not believing him. “Remember, you have to tell me the truth if you want your reward.” 

Jisung sighs, and gives in. “Felix got hard first. He was so needy, mommy, he kept touching me, couldn’t keep his hands off of me.” 

You lick your lips, then motion for Jisung to come closer, to take Felix’s place next to you. “He kept touching you where?”

“M-my thighs, mommy. And then he… he…” Jisung blushes at the memory, “he touched me there,” he whispers the last part as he feels his own cock throb. 

“Here?” You ask him, feigning innocence, as you wrap your fingers around his little cock. Jisung nods, biting his lip, already putty under your touch - you always know how to make him feel good, he’s so grateful for you. For both of you. “He touched your little cock?”

Jisung nods again. “He did, mommy. And he kissed my neck and my lips and my face, too. He was all over me.” 

“Seems like he was very needy, hm?” You ask, and Jisung whines when you jerk him off a little bit, squeezing his sensitive, leaking tip. He bites on his lower lip, eyes rolling in the back of his skull. 

“He-he was, mommy, I told you.” 

“That’s right, baby, you did. Mommy’s so proud of you for telling the truth,” you praise him, pumping his length slowly - up and down, until your hand brushes the soft hair at the base of his cock, and then you move it right back up to tease his tip some more. “What happened next?” 

“Mommy-“ Felix starts, but you interrupt him immediately. 

“Oh, angel. You had your chance to speak up and you didn’t - now it’s too late, I’m afraid,” you pout at him. It’s a fake pout, and he knows you’re gonna punish him for disobeying your rules. “Sungie, baby, go on.”

Jisung shivers when you kiss the top of his head. “He undressed me, mommy, and I let him. He was so desperate, so… needy, and I was, too. ‘M sorry.”

You smirk, letting go of his pretty cock, which slaps on his skin as soon as you unwrap your fingers from around it. Then, you tease him by running the pads of your fingers on the sensitive skin of his balls - round and full, ready to be milked dry. And then your fingers move down some more, until they brush his rim. “Did he fuck you?” 

Jisung gasps, both from your straightforwardness and from the feeling of you touching his most sensitive spot - the spot that always makes him shiver, the one that makes him cum the hardest. He doesn’t answer, at least not out loud. With a weak nod, he confirms your suspicions. 

“Oh, he did, didn’t he?” You bite your lip, circling Jisung’s entrance with your fingers - you just want to tease him, nothing more. “He fucked this sweet ass?” 

They know they’re not supposed to have fun without your permission when you’re not there. 

“He-he did,” Jisung confesses, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, biting his cheek to muffle his whimpers. 

“Tell me how.” 

Jisung’s cock throb at the memory. Felix, from behind him, feels a shiver run down his spine, too. 

“He bent me over the couch,” he mumbles, whimpering because of the way your fingers feel pressed on his skin - and to think you’re not even touching him properly. “He took me right there, mommy. He kept kissing me, kept telling me he loves me.”

“I love both of you,” Felix is quick to clarify, but you ignore his remark. 

“You let him fuck you like a slut, baby?” You ask rhetorically, loving the way Jisung squirms under your touch and because of the way you’re dirty talking to him now. “You let him creampie this cute little ass?”

“Oh, God, mommy…” Jisung whines, “‘m… I’m…”

You stop touching him immediately, lifting your hand from his body. “Were you getting close already, Sungie?” You tease him with a smirk he can’t see, because his face is buried in your chest right now as he takes deep breaths. “You’re such a desperate little thing, aren’t you?” 

He doesn’t answer, just wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his body. He needs to feel you, he needs to breathe your scent, he needs to get lost in everything that makes you… you. 

“Come get your reward then,” you whisper to him, kissing the top of his head. You wrap your fingers around his wrist and bring his hand between your legs, allowing his digit to brush the same spot Felix’d been touching until not too long ago. You’re still wet, he can feel it despite the fabric of your panties. 

Reward. You said reward. Does this mean… 

“Mommy, what…” he pulls back to look you in the eyes, tilting his head slightly to the side. 

You nod, and don’t miss the way his boba eyes light up. “Yeah, mommy’s gonna let you fuck her pussy. It’s yours, baby, come and get it.” 

Felix blinks a couple of times, because he was sure he was going to fuck your pussy first. Like, one hundred percent sure. Is this your way of punishing him? By denying him your sweet pussy? What if you won’t allow him to cum at all tonight? 

“But- it was my turn,” he protests. He really doesn’t know when to shut up. 

You smirk at him, hooking your fingers in the hem of your panties before pulling them over the curve of your ass and down your legs, revealing your bare sex to their impatient eyes. “You lost that privilege when you decided to disobey me and hide it from me,” you tease him - you’re not really angry, you just want to see him squirm. And you want to have a little fun, yes. 

“I wasn’t trying to hide anything, mommy. I just… forgot to mention it?” 

“Hm, so you fucked Sungie this afternoon and still want to be the first to fuck mommy’s pussy tonight… Aren’t you a little too greedy, angel?” You smirk. 

He’s greedy, yes, but how could he not be? He has the sexiest boyfriend and girlfriend, what is he supposed to do? His dick just won’t stop getting hard whenever he’s around either of you. 

“But don’t worry, mommy’s not gonna leave you high and dry, she’s not that mean,” you reassure him, stretching your arm to cup his cheek, brushing soft strands of hair from his face. “Sungie, baby, come on on top.”

Felix is beyond confused, and so is Jisung, but the older boy still listens to your words. You lie on your back on the wide bed and spread your legs to welcome your boyfriend’s body between them, and once he does, you turn your head to look at Felix. 

“Mommy, what…?” Jisung asks. 

“Oh, my sweet boy,” you cup his cheek with your hand, caressing his soft skin with your thumb. “Mommy wants to thank you for being such an obedient little thing. You’re gonna fuck mommy’s pussy now-“

“Yes- yes, thank you. Thank you, mommy.”

“While,” you continue, stressing the word, “Felix fucks your pussy.” 

Felix and Jisung look at each other first, then at you. They’re beyond shocked. You’ve never done that before. But there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?

“We… I… huh?” Felix looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, but kneels on the mattress nonetheless. He’s not opposed to the idea and neither is Jisung - they’re just surprised. 

You nod. “You heard me right,” you say to Felix, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise. “I wanna see the way you get all pretty and desperate for Sungie. Wanna see how dirty my precious angel can be. Can you do that for mommy?”

Felix nods vigorously - of course he can. He’d do anything for you. 

“I can.” 

“Good boy,” you praise him, patting his thigh. Then, you turn your head in Jisung’s direction. He’s kneeling between your legs - hard cock in his hand, still pretty clueless. “It’s time for your reward. Here,” you spread your legs a bit wider, “it’s all for you, baby.”

Jisung gulps. He’s not gonna last at all - he’s already on the verge of his orgasm just from a couple of dirty words and your teasing, and he’s supposed to last while fuckingyou and being fucked by his boyfriend at the same time? Not gonna happen, he’s gonna bust in a couple of minutes if he has enough self control. If.

Jisung rests his palm on the mattress, balancing his weight on solely his arm as he slides his tiny cock up and down your folds a couple of times, spreading your arousal all over his tip to use it as lube before sinking into your wet heat. His pink tip bumps your clit a few times, and he whines when he hears a small yelp fall from your lips, and the next thing you know - he’s pressing at your entrance. 

“Can I put it in, mommy? Can I fuck you now?” 

Felix, from beside you, moves to open the first drawer of your nightstand and fishes a small, plastic bottle. Lube. The substance is freezing cold when he squirts some of it on the tips of his fingers. 

“Yes, Sungie. You can fuck me.”

Even though he’s literally impatient and can’t physically wait to fuck you - he pushes his cock inside of you excruciatingly slow, gripping your hip as he sinks all the way. His mouth falls open as small huffs fall from it, and he lets out a deep “Oh” once he’s fully sheathed inside of you - his balls literally pressed against your ass. 

“Oh my- fuck, you feel good, mommy. So good. ’T’s wet, and… hot.”

“You feel good, too, baby. Your little cock feels so good inside of me,” you tell him, and Jisung whimpers - because of your pussy, yes, but also because he feels Felix’s hand on his hip, and then his lips on his skin. 

Felix kisses the spot between Jisung’s shoulders one, two, three times as he slowly strokes his hard length, smearing the lube all over its surface - slick sounds filling the room together with Jisung’s heavy breaths. Inside of you, his cock twitches. 

“C’mere, baby,” you say to Jisung, motioning for him to lie down on top of you and press his body on yours. 

He does, his body hovering over yours until he presses his chest on yours and balances his weight on his elbows, on each side of your body. You kiss the top of his head, and he leans in to your touch as his fingers toy with the ends of your hair and breathes in your scent. He feels home. 

Jisung gulps when he feels Felix’s fingers brush the soft skin of his ass. “Do you think you need to be prepped, love?” He says in a husky breath, fingers moving down to brush Jisung’s entrance, and the older boy hisses at the feeling of the cold lube on his skin. 

Jisung shakes his head as a no, then nuzzles your neck with his nose. “Nope,” he mumbles, biting his lip when he feels Felix’s fingers on his rim, where the younger boy carefully smears the remaining of lube. “There’s no need to. You prepped me enough this afternoon,” he tilts his head to the side to smirk at him.

Felix chuckles, shaking his head, then slaps Jisung’s asscheek. “Fine, then,” Felix says, aligning his cock at his boyfriend’s entrance. “You ready?” He asks, and Jisung nods. 

You cup Jisung’s face in your hands and force him to look at you as Felix slowly enters him. You watch closely the way his mouth falls slightly open, a small whine falling from it as his eyes flutter shut. Felix grunts, too, while sinking further into Jisung until he’s fully buried inside of him, pressing his body on yours even more. Jisung’s head falls on your chest, and he rests his forehead on your skin - shaky breaths falling from his lips. 

“Are you feeling good, baby? You feel nice and full?” You ask him, running your hand through his dark hair. 

“Feels good, mommy, you have no idea. So good. I feel… full, and- and mommy’s pussy’s so hot around me,” he moans, hips inevitably jerking to meet yours, and Felix moans too when he feels Jisung’s movements, “’n’ Felix’s cock is so hard.”

“That’s what you deserve,” you play with his hair, tugging it a bit just to hear him whine some more. “Now don’t be shy, baby - fuck mommy’s pussy and fuck yourself on Felix’s cock. Be a good boy, Sungie.”

His head snaps up in your direction, and you can clearly see how flustered he actually looks - his puffy cheeks are red, pupils full blown and his lips are a bit plumper than usual because of the way he’s constantly biting on them to muffle his moans. You encourage him with a weak nod, and his breath gets caught in his throat. Then, he obliges, rolling his hips to meet yours first, then pulling slightly back to fuck himself on Felix’s hard length. 

“O-Oh, mommy,” he moans, and even though everything’s so overwhelming, he doesn’t stop rolling his hips - his movements turn more and more slutty with each thrust. In a matter of seconds, he’s a moaning mess. 

“F-Fuck, you take it so well,” Felix can’t help but moan. His hands are on each side of Jisung’s slutty waist, eyes glued on where his body and Jisung’s connect. “How- how are you still so tight? You’re incredible, fuck.” 

Jisung’s head is spinning. Felix’s cock is repeatedly hitting his prostate and, at the same time, your tight, wet pussy is perfectly enveloping desperate cock. Jisung is a weak, weak man when it comes to you and Felix - he won’t last much longer. 

“‘M not… ‘m not gon-na last,” Jisung whimpers through laboured breaths. His tiny fingers grip the bedsheet tight, until his knuckles turn white, as his movements become more and more frantic and inconsistent. His legs are shaking when he presses his ass flat on Felix’s hips - Felix groans, gripping Jisung’s hips even tighter. 

“Don’t cum, baby - not yet,” you tell him, and Jisung’s eyes widen in pure shock. 

How is he supposed to put off his orgasm? 

“I can’t- I can’t, mommy. Feels too good,” he sniffles, there’s actual tears in his eyes, but keeps on swaying his hips back and forth - the soft, curly hair at the base of his cock brushing your clit with each thrust. Jisung’s cock is shorter than average, yes, but it can still reach your g-spot perfectly. 

“Aw, it feels too good?” You parrot him, smirking and biting on your lip as you look at Jisung. Behind  him, Felix looks just as desperate to cum - head thrown back and lips slightly parted, but you can clearly see the way his chest rises and falls quickly. 

Jisung nods. “‘M so close. ‘M sorry mommy, ‘m gonna cum,” Jisung practically sobs. His whole body trembles and shakes. 

You cup his cheek, but then your hand moves down until you wrap your fingers around Jisung’s throat - you don’t tighten your grip, though. “Fine. Cum, then, you desperate little thing. Fill mommy’s pussy with your cum,” you tell him, looking him in the eye, and that does it for Jisung. 

With a chocked moan, he buries himself deeper inside of you and, finally, he cums. He cums and it feels as if his orgasm was lasting forever, because his legs and whole body just keep on shaking even after he’s emptied himself inside of you, filling you up with his warm cum. Then, his spent body just collapses on yours. 

“Fuck, you gave me so much, baby. You’re such a good boy for mommy,” you kiss the tip of his nose. Jisung sighs, but before he could say anything Felix, from behind him, interrupts him. 

“Mommy- fuck, can I cum, too? N-need to cum.”

Your gaze shifts back on Jisung. You run your hand through his hair. “You’re gonna let Felix fuck you dumb, Sungie?” Jisung nods desperately. “Yeah? You’re gonna let him use your body to get off? You’re gonna let him cream your slutty ass?” You bring your hand down to Jisung’s ass and slap his cheek. 

“Yeah. Yeah, he- he can use me. Can cum inside of me,” Jisung mumbles, cheek turning a deeper shade of pink. “You can do anything to me, fuck,” he swears under his breath when he feels Felix begin to thrust inside of him at a steady pace, “‘m yours mommy. And Felix’s. ‘M your good boy.” 

The pace of Felix’s thrusts becomes quicker. He fucks Jisung exactly like he’d done earlier that afternoon - desperately, impatiently, with a primal need to feel him as close as possible. So he changes the angle of his thrusts, pressing Jisung’s body on top of yours as he practically mounts him. Felix balances his body on one arm, allowing his body to hover over yours and Jisung’s as he keeps on fucking his boyfriend. He doesn’t forget to kiss Jisung’s skin, of course - his nape, then the side of his neck, and then his shoulders, where he sticks his teeth. Jisung hisses, but his eyes roll in the back of his head nonetheless. He’s loving every second of this. 

“Is that how he fucked you earlier?” You ask Jisung, tilting your head to the side. 

“Y-Yes,” Jisung confirms. 

“You were right - he is needy.”

Felix’s not really paying attention to either of you, though, because all of a sudden he’s on the verge of his own orgasm as well. “Oh shit. I think I’m gonna cum,” he grunts, thrusts turning sloppier and more frantic as his cock twitches inside of Jisung. “Can… can I, mommy?” He asks for your permission.

“Cum, angel. Fill him up.”

Jisung whines, Felix cums. 

Felix fills him up exactly like you told him to - balls twitching as he empties himself inside of his boyfriend for the second time that day. It’s okay, though, he’ll never get tired of it. Only when he’s sure he’s given Jisung every single drop of his cum, does Felix pull out, wrapping his fingers around the base of his semi-soft dick. Then, he lies down next to you, completely spent, as he tries to catch his breath. 

“‘M sorry, mommy,” is the first thing Jisung says, with tears in his eyes. “You didn’t cum. I couldn’t… I came so fast, I couldn’t make you cum,” he mumbles, sounding absolutely defeated. 

You smile at him, caressing his cheek. “You did so good, baby. This was all for you, this was your reward for being the best boy.”

There’s a million things Jisung wants to say right now, but he just kisses your lips instead. “Thank you, mommy,” he mumbles, before pulling out of you - cock already kind of limp and covered in his own release, that’s dribbling onto his pubic hair as well. He lies down on your side, on the opposite side of Felix, and wraps his arm around your waist. 

“Mommy?” Felix mumbles, clearing his throat and scooting closer. He presses a couple of kisses on the naked skin of your shoulder. “‘M sorry if I made you mad today - sorry for not telling you about… what we did when you weren’t there.”

You turn your head in his direction, and smile at him. A genuine smile, and he instantly relaxes, sighing out of relief. “You didn’t, angel. Mommy was just teasing you. Did you like it?”

Felix nods and he, too, wraps his arm around you. “I did…”

“But?” You ask, quirking an eyebrow at him, sensing there’s more he’d like to say. 

His cheek turn a bright shade of pink, and he hides his face in your neck. “‘M stil… I’m still needy for your pussy, mommy. And… and you didn’t cum.”

Your fingers toy with his blond hair. “Hm, you’re right…” you hum. “I didn’t cum, and Sungie left a mess down there. Why don’t you eat mommy out, then?” 

Felix pulls back to look at you, then nods, and in a matter of seconds he’s already lying between your legs, ready to start lapping at your pussy - all wet with your release as well as Jisung’s. 

“Oh, and - Lix, Sungie?” You call their names and their heads instantly snap in your direction. “Next time you decide to have fun together while I’m not there… send a video, yeah?”

-> 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

-> 𝐦𝐲 ☕️

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𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 | 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐨/𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚/𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫/𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭!.

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂���𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎 go through a drastic change of style/aesthetics at some points of their lives, and this needs to be studied, so for starters let’s take Halsey and Doja cat for example.

Both of them are 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒 (nearly have the same ascendant too), and we all know how their debut music was like, their songs were quite light and feminine, with Halsey most famous track “Colors” and Doja’s “Candy.” You can see libra themes in these songs, flirting, crushes, even the albums were pink or blue which are the colors that represent Libra, there they explore the excitement of falling in love, basically anything Venusian related.

People with this specific combination in a chart, are bound to have a fateful transformation in the way they express themselves and style, especially in their art due to the daily exposure of Scorpio themes throughout their lives, heartbreak, trauma related to sex, deaths etc, most of them had troubled love stories and that’s the downfall of having a 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒, especially Halsey, she got cheated on, miscarried basically went through hell and back.. after all of this they won’t be the same, and it’ll most likely take a bit dark turn from there, their femme fatale will come out sooner or later, we can see this in Halsey’s Album “if i can’t have love, i want power,” and doja’s “scarlet, paint the town red,” both of them nearly have the same aesthetics now, where they explore a new side of femininity, dark femininity.

That’s why their change now doesn’t surprise me, astrologically speaking it makes sense.

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧, has these placements too, and i have a hunch that he’ll experience the same change as them!.

[hyunsvngs]

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝟏𝟒𝟑 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! ♡

𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬!

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a collection of evermourning's stray kids works ·˚ ༘

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍

must be love - bewitched

false god - lovertober

bf!chan nails drabble

'cause when you know, you know.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎

lovesick - bewitched

haunted (from the vault) - bewitched

afterglow - lovertober

changbin + minho comfort drabble

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍

second best - bewitched

lover - lovertober

biker bf!changbin headcanons

changbin + minho comfort drabble

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍

california and me - bewitched

cornelia street - lovertober

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆

bewitched - bewitched

daylight - lovertober

jisungie sick drabble

airplane meet-cute! (collab w/ @catiuskaa)

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

while you were sleeping - bewitched

paper rings - lovertober

stay with me, i don't want you to leave.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍

promise - bewitched

cruel summer - lovertober

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍

misty - bewitched

all of the girls you loved before - lovertober

timeless

𝐎𝐓𝟖

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. ⋆·˚ ༘ * (complete)

𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 ⋆·˚ ༘ (complete)

christmas dates with skz!

orange theory with skz!

✧.* likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! if you have feedback, do not hesitate to let me know. i strive to become better with every thing i write <3 ✧.*

[jisungsdaydreamer]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

Hello and welcome to the Nightmare Zone a.k.a. I was a normal person until I discovered skz and now I make fictional lives a living hell. Just kidding- mostly.

☆ — mature content, ♡ — personal faves

𝐎𝐓𝟖 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

LOVE PLAYLIST ♡ — Now playing: heartbreak. Growing up is never easy, especially away from home. As you navigate the ups and downs of college, you encounter the very people who could determine the trajectory of your entire life. Eight boys. Eight stories of loving, losing, and unabashedly living. A compilation of college au one-shots set in the same universe. Ongoing.

...READY FOR IT? ☆ — In the middle of the night, in your dreams, and in the endless paradox that is your life, you're falling apart. But he doesn't seem to mind. From youthful infatuation to insatiable lust, therein lies the death of your reputation. A compilation of one-shots inspired by reputation album by ts. Upcoming.

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍.

TOLERATE IT ♡ — You know your love for your husband should be celebrated, but instead, it’s tolerated. <1k. Angst, established relationship.

UGH! — It’s a truth universally acknowledged that you hate Christopher Bang’s guts. Everything about him, you hate. And that will never, ever change. Ever. 11k. Angst, fluff, college au, enemies to lovers, forced proximity.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎.

DRESS — When Minho buys a really ugly dress for you, but you don't want to hurt his feelings. 1.4k. Fluff, established relationship.

MAKE IT RIGHT ♡ — You and Minho are the golden couple of your university. Well, you were. But love works in strange ways, and now yours needs to be made right. 18.3k. Angst, college au, exes to lovers.

DISTRICT NINE ♡ — For the very first time in his life, eighteen year-old Minho is left to fight his demons alone, far from home and everything dear to him. New places, new people, new things to fear— it's an endless tightrope strung by the unknown. But what Minho does not know is that he will never walk it alone. 4.k. Angst, hurt/comfort, college au.

COWBOY LIKE ME— How can falling in love with someone feel so right? How could it ever be wrong? Smut, angst, Hollywood au, non modern au. Upcoming.

𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍.

NO MAN'S LAND — After a disastrous shipwreck out at sea, Changbin should have died. But you saved him. 3.6k. Mermaid/pirate au.

𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍.

[6:39 PM] — Your best friend will always be there for you, but you have no idea about how he truly feels. <1k. Angst, fluff, college au, friends to lovers.

THE HAPPIEST DAY OF HER LIFE — He'll always smile for you, even if he feels his heart breaking. <1k. Angst.

ANTI-ROMANTIC ☆ ♡ — After a lifetime of heartbreak, you try your chance at romance for one last time, meeting up with L.A.’s most beloved dating coach, Dr. Hwang Hyunjin. Lines are crossed and strange events ensue. Series. Smut, fluff, romcom, opposites attract. Ongoing.

CHARMER ☆ — As a detective, Hyunjin’s life is centered around lying and fabricating his own version of the truth. After all, to catch a mastermind, you have to be a mastermind yourself. Smut, angst, detective/crime au, thriller, psychological. Upcoming.

𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆.

[2:49 AM] — You love your husband more than anything, but you can forget about a good night’s sleep. <1k. Fluff, established relationship.

GHOST OF YOU ♡ — He’s gone from your dimension now, but there’s nothing stopping him from finding his own world. 1.3k. Angst, horror, supernatural au.

HOME — Jisung. Your roommate. Your resident idiot. Your very best friend and nothing more. Until one night, everything changes. 7k. Fluff, college au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, mutual pining.

SWEET, SWEET — Jisung as your rockstar boyfriend who worships the ground you walk on. 2.5k. Smut, fluff, established relationship.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍.

[11:10 PM] — Your father would end you before allowing you to see him, but you’d spin in your highest heels and risk everything if it meant every night could be like this. 1k. Fluff, angst, forbidden romance.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍.

[ENDING SCENE]— You loved him so much that you let him go. 1.4k. Angst.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

BOYFRIEND JISUNG BOYFRIEND HYUNJIN STRAY KIDS WHEN THEY HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU STRAY KIDS AS YOUR HIGH SCHOOL ROMANCE STRAY KIDS AS SHOPAHOLICS

«𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍» · «𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄» · «𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓»

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[straylightdream]

I think I like you - 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: bang chan x f.reader

college au / mutual pining / friends to lover

↳ he’s always been your person. You’ve never loved anyone quite like you love him. “I’ve been waiting for us.”

an: part of a connecting skz college au series called SSFW. All parts can be read as one shots.

I think I like you - part one

paper rings - part two

playlist

𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 - 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨

𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟓

𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 - 𝟓 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

[giuliadesu]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | bang chan

kpop | giuliadesu

fem!reader ⍛ fluff ⍛ 1.4k

chasing that feeling by tomorrow x together

if it wasn’t for the giddiness you felt bubbling inside you, you wouldn’t have believed in the turn of events the last few days brought.

it was the last day before christmas holiday in the school where you taught english. the day was slowly moving towards a cool yet pleasant evening, with kids scurrying around to bid goodbye to teachers and friends before heading home, and faculty members stopping by a bit longer to chat before the long awaited break.

snow had started to coat the streets of seoul a couple of hours prior to your exit from the premise of the building. a smile crept over your face, as you enjoyed the feeling of the cold flakes gently landing on your skin, making your way to the metro station to head home.

after that, it was a flurry of events: chan had visited your apartment (thanks to the spare key you gave him) and left a small envelope on the console table near the door; it contained train tickets for a small skiing location in the gangwon-do prefecture, along with a tiny note handwritten by him.

“hey pookie! the guys and i have rented a cabin in this small village for the holidays, come join us! and no, we don’t accept a negative answer ♡ i’ll pick you up at the station”

you had just enough time to change into more comfortable clothes, pack a suitcase with warm clothes and your skiing gear, grab the presents for the boys and off you were towards the train station! 

you and chan had a bit of something going on, it was clear to everyone. the fine line between friendship and romance had started to get more and more blurred, with both of you making clear moves and statements that made it obvious you were in love with one another — despite not having confessed yet.

it was easy, considering you were both big on physical affection; hugs, naps together, holding hands whenever, soft kisses placed over cheeks or foreheads, tons and tons of cuddling… the kids were almost exhausted of hearing you say that you were just friends. friends didn’t behave like that and didn’t look at each other like that.

they were just hoping that the amounts of mistletoe hanging around the cabin and the festive atmosphere would give you the final push.

the 25th was a very sunny day, the majority of which was spent outside in the snow — whether skiing, snowboarding or simply chilling together.

then, after dinner, you all gathered on the carpet to exchange gifts, a warm glow coming from the lit fireplace. unsurprisingly, you and chan were sitting one next to the other, his arm lazily draped around your waist, while your hand would occasionally come to rest over his thigh.

while the other kids were busy opening the matching sweaters you’d gotten them (and throwing a tantrum over who wore it better), you took the chance to give chan his very own christmas present.

it was a small box, and just from the outside he realised it must have come from a very expensive jewellery brand. he sent you a glare, to which you replied by sticking out your tongue.

the black ribbon came off together with the lid, revealing the equally dark inside of the package. resting on a velvety cushion was a silver dog tag, engraved on both sides. the first thing chris noticed was how it perfectly matched the style of his chain bracelet. then, the quote on the front caught his attention: together forever, never apart; maybe in distance, but never at heart. the back also had something etched on it — the korean names of his friends.

his eyes shot up to meet yours, and you swore they were almost glossy.

“i don’t even know what to say… it’s just perfect.”

then he lifted you up from the floor and put you on his lap, hugging you tightly. you returned the hug immediately, your arms going around his neck.

“you don’t have to say anything. just know that the sentence speaks the truth and you are so, so loved.”

his grip tightened even more around your mid and you smiled in the crook of his neck, placing a gentle kiss there. he found himself willing to chase the feeling of your lips, although he knew it was not the moment.

“put it on for me, please?”

later that night (or was it the wee hours of the morning?), well past the time everyone had gone to bed, chan found himself in the kitchen, trying to make a hot chocolate. he regretted not wearing a shirt over the short, grey sweats he used to sleep the second some hot milk droplets landed on his chest.

“you should be more careful when cooking, mister bang.”

he jolted in surprise, and you couldn’t hide the giggles that left your mouth.

he was about to retort, but when he turned around and saw you wearing his very oversized hoodie over your definitely-not-wintery pyjamas, the words died in his throat.

“do you want some hot chocolate?”

the way your eyes lit up pulled a chuckle out of him, and he went to grab a second cup from the shelf. while he had his back turned to you, you went and hugged him from behind, your arms snaking around his waist and resting on his abs.

“thank you for inviting me here. i don’t think i’ve ever had this much fun over the holidays.”

one of his hands came over your own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“hey, don’t mention it! that’s what… friends are for, right?”

you felt a slight tinge of weariness in his voice, and you couldn’t help the small pang of disappointment in your chest.

“right, friends…”

a relatively comfortable silence fell over the small kitchen of the cabin. while chris finished preparing the beverage, you stayed glued to his back. you could feel his warm skin, the way his muscles moved with every action, the faint sound of a song he was humming.

chocolate now safely poured inside the mugs, the boy turned around.

“wait here a second for me, yeah?”

without even waiting for an answer, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter; then he disappeared in the living room, where faint lights from the christmas tree created shadows over the walls.

he came back a few moments later, a small box in his hand. it was very similar to the one you presented him a few hours earlier.

“i know i should’ve given this to you before, but i didn’t want the guys to make fun of me.”

he laughed while coming closer, and you instinctively parted your legs to allow him to stand right in front of you. the dog tag caught on the dim kitchen light. you smiled.

he started humming a tune again, probably to ease the nerves. you recognized it as chasing that feeling by txt.

you couldn’t contain the giddiness bubbling inside you while carefully unpacking the present. the white box contained a bracelet, whose very thin chain matched that of the necklace you’d gifted him, and the small charm dangling from it was of two hands making a pinky promise.

wordlessly, yet with a warm smile across your features, you moved your arm in front of chris, the bracelet in your other hand. while he was hard at work at unclasping it and wrapping it around your wrist, you caught a glimpse of the two words etched on the back.

“… is it a confession?”

“only if you want it to be.”

the smiles on both of your faces were already enough of an answer, yet the moment needed something more.

one of his hands cupped your cheek, while one of yours gently took a hold of the dog tag.

chris stopped one millimetre away from your lips, still giving you the chance to turn down both his confession and the kiss.

“na sungmyeonga, come and kiss me, i just keep on chasing that feeling.”

with a slight tug on the necklace his soft lips landed on yours.

it was a sweet kiss, all smiles and giggles. your hands came over his wrists while both of his were now holding your face.

and boy, did you both chase each other’s feelings with your mutual pining!

the next morning, no one was surprised to find the both of you sleeping on the couch, necklace and bracelet on full display. apparently, the smiles on your faces were enough for everyone to know that you finally belonged to one another.

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Hiraeth Masterlist

‼️HIRAETH IS ON AN INDEFINITE HIATUS AND MAY BE DISCONTINUED.‼️

➥ 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮

summary: Moon Byeoli lives in Busan with her best friend Jamie Park. Their neighbor is Park Sungjin. Growing up, Byeoli has never really believed in the supernatural, always finding a logical explanation for the things that go bump in the night. Her life is about to be thrown out of control when new neighbors move in across the hall. What will happen when Byeoli befriends them and learns that they aren't exactly... human.

pairing: sungjin x oc x hyunjin

warnings: adult language, alcohol consumption, supernatural themes, implied sexual content, see each chapter for further warnings ⚠️

start date: 2022.09.09

end date: tba

updates every friday & saturday @ 7PM CST - ON HIATUS

a/n: times and dates DO NOT matter!! all photos are taken from pinterest. all photos used for Moon Byeoli are of Nguyen Thanh Thuy from Instagram. she owns all rights to these photos and I am only using them for entertainment purposes.

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chapters

(pw) partially written | (w) written

prologue 01

01: too fast for ya Bobby Boy (pw)

02: can it Bob the Builder

03: calm down Spanish Inquisition

04: hot damn. howdy 🤠

05: just let things be

06: yeah shut up Jackson

07: …IN HELL????

08: please tell Perry I love him

09: SOS COME IN JIMJAMS

10: watermelon sugar BYE

11: had some deer

12: clear intent

13: tiny star

14: is that a challenge??

15: shhh they're ✨️bonding✨️

16: Ravioli, Tortellini, & Tortelloni

17: in your dreams 🙄 (pw)

18: are you a psychologist now?

19: overflowing with emotion

20: spidey senses (pw)

21: Sherlock Holmes & Watson (w)

22: pineapple juice

23: *pees faster* (pw)

24: jokes on you buddy (pw)

25: the truth (w)

26: scrawny chicken legs

27: she really said nyOOM

28: camping (pw)

29: not what I'd call camping (pw)

30: lovey dovey

31: I want to snuggle :( (pw)

32: serious Han: activated

33: when the moon hits your eye (pw)

34: answers (w)

35: 16 missed calls (pw)

36: found (w)

37: I lived bitch 🤪✌🏻

38: I showed you my IV pls respond

39: all free to go (pw)

40: I guess the bears out of the bag 🐻

...more chapters tba

[hwa-hwang]

، 홨 𝙖𝙩𝖾𝖾𝙯 ❥ 𝗿𝖾𝗱 ⧉ 🍃

≀ 𝙖𝙩𝖾𝖾𝙯 ⿻ 사랑 🥛 ᕬ

愛 ' 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲. ⩩ 𓍢 ♥︎! 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 ᝬ

֪ 𖥻 f𝗲li𝘅 !!

#- 𝗍𝗵𝖾 𝗆𝗼𝗈𝗇 𝗶𝗌 𝖻𝗲𝗮𝘂𝗍𝗂𝖿𝘂𝗅 𝗍𝗼𝖽𝖺𝘆 . .

[yeonjugi]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 —> teaser photo ‘𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓’

[strxberri]

𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 | 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

*•.¸♡ stage name: kkotbi (꽃비)

*•.¸♡ birth name: yvvone kkotbi jang-anderson

*•.¸♡ korean name: jang kkot bi (장꽃비)

*•.¸♡ date of birth: may 2, 2003

*•.¸♡ place of birth: melbourne, australia

*•.¸♡ nationality: australian

*•.¸♡ ethnicity: korean-australian

*•.¸♡ height: 152.4 cm (5’0”)

*•.¸♡ positions: vocalist, dancer, rapper, center, maknae

[fallenconstellations]

"𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩."

ೃ⁀➷ 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐧!!

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 [𝐞𝐬𝐭]

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭; 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐬

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 [𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬]

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳, 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐱𝐭, 𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐩𝟏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐞𝐱𝐨, 𝐛𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐞'𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐱, 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝟕, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐛, 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐞'𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐧, 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐨, 𝐝𝐩𝐫 𝐢𝐚𝐧, 𝐱𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐬

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬: 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 && 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 💍], 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢 [𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 💍], 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 [𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 💍], 𝐠-𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 [𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 💍]

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢, 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚𝐢, 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐢/𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐤, 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐚𝐠, 𝐠-𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧, 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐳𝐢𝐜𝐨, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐡𝐨, 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐥

𓆩⚝𓆪 𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨, 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚, 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮, 𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝟖, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢, 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐨𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐲, 𝐭.𝐨.𝐩, 𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐦, 𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐩.𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐮𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐨, 𝐱𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐚𝐢/𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧, 𝐱𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧

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𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈:

❤︎𝐢'𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐣 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭❤︎

❤︎𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐩 & 𝐢'𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬❤︎

❤︎𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨: 𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐱𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐁𝐓𝐒, 𝐓𝐀𝐍, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐧❤︎

❤︎𝐧𝐨𝐧-𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬/𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐬: 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥, 𝐒𝐙𝐀, 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝟖𝟖𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐣, 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫,𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐫𝐧❤︎

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐫𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫