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http-numbah5 · 1 year
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Turkish Dizi girlies where do you watch your stuff for free without signing up?
#anyway#Watching reborn rich#Getting into SVT#spending waaaay too much time thinking of Wonwoo send help#Finished twenty five twenty one and God was so true for hinting I should stop at episode 12#I didn't hate the show#I reeeeeeally appreciate it and Baek Yi-jin I will personally protect you from the harsh effects of life#Went through another ATEEZ phase (thanks Mingi :* )#They have the most *about that life* energy ever😂#Seeing that I even circled back to SVT (thanks Joshua)#I can certify that the diamond life to atiny (or vv) pipeline is real#However fans have a much bigger influence on how I enjoy an artist than one would think#Yes I am saying the less toxic a fanbase the more likely I am to stick around even if EYE am not interacting with the fanbase#But I want to get into Pentagon however I need a few months break from Kpop all together before I enter the rabbit hole again#Or maybe I won't#Maybe I should just enter my podcast era#TrIed getting into High Class but it annoyed me#Mine was too dramatic for me and that grandson of the household falls for the help trope upset me because SHE COULD LOSE HE JO#job do not be so wreckless young man#I hate the /he would risk it all including your safety just to be with you/ trope like she needed that job bruh don't get her into trouble?#High Class? I didn't want to see little children cry#JaeIn is a beautiful babygirl#I got so excited when I saw Turkey in reborn rich /.\#Start Up is so difficult for me to get through bro the first episode is just—MUST THERE BE SO MUCH SADNESS#Sky Castle had too much academic trauma—I'm good#Gaus Electronics you are my happy watch my favourite background noise best comedy favourite everything the cast was great the jokes hit ju—#CORRECT
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spamgyu · 2 months
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SVT HHU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble
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orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the HIP HOP UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.
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SEUNGCHEOL
"would you peel this for me?" she placed a tangerine on his desk – not caring if he was in the middle of playing his video games.
without having to ask twice, seungcheol hid his character behind a container, away from his opponents shots and reached for the fruit. "cover me, wonwoo." he mumbled into the mic, peeling the citrus with ease. "just one?"
y/n smiled as he handed the fruit back to her. "just one."
"that's so small. get another." seungcheol nodded over to the kitchen.
"no this is fine." she shook her head, happy with the results.
he probably thought she was hungry, and considering dinner was hours away, seungcheol knew it would not be enough to hold her off.
standing from his seat, he made his way to the bag of cuties they had purchased at the store – peeling two more.
"that's enough." she laughed, stopping him from peeling a third one.
WONWOO
"baby?"
"hm?" he responded from the other side of the couch, preoccupied with his mobile game.
"would you peel an orange for me?"
wonwoo glanced up, looking behind her to see an empty counter top – a place where they usually kept their fruits.
locking his phone, wonwoo bounded for the door – leaving his girlfriend confused. "where are you going?"
"getting oranges." he replied, as if it was the most obvious response – grabbing his keys off of the hook.
"wait–" y/n laughed, walking over to him. "it was hypothetical."
wonwoo's head tilted to the side, puzzled by the point she was trying to make. "why would it be hypothetical? you asked meaning you want it. it's okay i can get–"
"baby it's a tiktok trend." she placed a hand on his shoulder.
"to ask if i would peel an orange?" he asked slowly.
"they said if you would peel an orange for your significant other, you would do any mundane task for the–"
"i need you to understand i'd peel the earth for you."
throwing her head back, she let out another laugh. she knew he was joking but his delivery had sent her over – keeping a straight face as he replied the most outlandish way possible.
MINGYU
she knew he would peel the orange for her, she didn't need to ask.
in the three years they had been together, not once had she had to open a canned drink, twist open a cap off a bottled water, plan a single date, open her own doors – hell, she hadn't had to put her own gas in her car since she began dating the king of acts of service.
he had done it without being asked.
since being with him, she had been able to turn her brain off – fulfilling her life long wish of being treated like a princess.
but she also didn't think it would be such a hot topic when she had showed him the tiktok of the orange peel theory.
"i'm not humoring this. i won't." he shook his head for the third time.
"why not?!" y/n stomped.
"fine, you want peeled oranges?" mingyu grumbled, walking over to their fruit bowl, peeling the citrus and placing it in front of her. "here."
looking at the bare fruit, y/n couldn't help but wince. not because of his actions.
but because she hated the sight of the white pith. she hated peeled oranges.
it was far too messy to eat and the texture of the white fuzz surrounding it gave her the heebie-jeebies – shuddering just at the thought of touching it.
"exactly." mingyu grabbed another orange and a knife – slicing it in quarters. "i can't peel it because you like it sliced."
she stood there dumfounded as he left the kitchen chuckling.
he won this round.
VERNON
"that's dumb." vernon snorted as his girlfriend showed him the third tiktok of someone's boyfriend failing miserably at their significant other's attempts to ask them to peel an orange for them.
"it's also kinda funny." she laughed.
"i'm one step ahead though."
furrowing her brows, she gave him a look from the other side of the couch.
"that," vernon pointed to the small potted plant resting by their window sill. "is gonna be an orange tree."
he had recently been very into assisting her with finding decorations for their new shared home, at times coming home with various plants and art works. she had gotten accustomed to his random home-good shopping sprees, she didn't dare bat an eye when he had come home with a real potted plant the other day. it would just be another addition to their countless ones that he used to brighten up their home.
"you bought an orange tree– plant?" her eyes wide. he never was the green thumb, killing the cactus she had bought for him years ago. she figured she would be the one to tend to this new plant.
"anyone can peel an orange." he shrugged. "i'll move it to the yard when it gets bigger."
"oh my god."
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leejihoonownsmyheart · 3 months
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Sehnsucht (M)
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Summary:
You and Wonwoo have been rivals since your first of University, and despite it being your final year, that rivalry doesn't seem like it's going anywhere soon when you both end up in German 101.
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Tags: dub con, academic rivals to fucking academic rivals, mean!woo, both are super smart, german- BECAUSE OKAY IM IN GERMAN RN AND I WAS LIKE WHAT IF I ADD A LITTLE BIT OF GERMAN AND THEN I ADDED A FUCKING LOT SO language kink 😊, a HUGE abuse of the german language, ALSO IM IN GERMAN 101 SO GOOGLE WAS MY BEST FRIEND SO IM SORRY IF ANY OF IT IS WRONG I DONT UNDERSTAND VERB PLACEMENT, okay, Wonwoo is genuinely mean okay? Keep in mind, creampie, public sex because we know I love it, wonwoo rawdogs it, lots of teasing, brats all around, rough sex?
I did end up with my own German consultant, thank you @hyunjins-dimples and I did ignore some of their german language advice because I just did, anyways I will be ignoring any and all german language critiscism from anyone other than my beautiful, perfect, amazing, german friend tyvm : )
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“Alright, and when you conjugate the verb komme, as in to come, where would you place the verb?” Your professor asked. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in thought as his gaze crossed over the class. “As in a sentence like. I go to Germany?”
You thought over your answer in your head, clearly for too long as suddenly your professors’ eyes were across the room.
“Uh, Wonwoo?”
“Ich komme nach Deutschland.”
“Good!” Your professor said with a nod. You could feel a gaze land on you, and you didn’t have to look over to know that a smug look was being shot at you. You rolled your eyes and pressed your cheek into your hand. “In some sentences there are two verbs. Does anyone know what we would do if we had kommen and an in the same sentence. As in to say something about August?”
Your hand shot up before you could think about it. Your professor nodded at you, and you tried to cooly answer.
“Ich an komme im August?” You murmured, unable to keep the question out of your voice. You knew you had made a mistake when you heard a stifled chuckle from the other side of the classroom. And your professor’s eyes drifted to the side, his mouth falling open as he tried to find a nice way to say that you were wrong.
“Right well, if you said that it wouldn’t be quite right.”
You pressed your eyes closed in frustration as Wonwoo spoke without even raising his hand.
“It would be Ich komme im August an,” he said, and there was no doubt in his voice that he was right.
“Richtig, gut,” your professor praised lightly, before continuing to tell you all the nuances of where the verb was placed in sentences and when it should be where. You felt your fingers clasp at your apple pencil tighter and this time you looked over at the gaze across the room.
You glared at Wonwoo, wishing he wasn’t so good at this.
You had been fighting in classes with Wonwoo since your freshmen year of college. You weren’t sure how come your classes always collided so much. After all, he was an English major, and you were in Zoology. It didn’t make sense for you two to meet in so many classes, past of course, gen eds but regardless you saw Wonwoo practically everywhere that you went.
It was so frustrating. You hadn’t known him in high school and in high school you had been the valedictorian. You were in the honors college, and you already had plans on where exactly you were going to go for your Bachelors. So, when you sat down for your first Chemistry class, buzzing with the excitement of knowing exactly what you were going to say. You were a bit annoyed to find that somebody else was raising their hand just a millisecond faster than you were.
Your very first day in Chemistry ended up being a fierce race between you and this Wonwoo on who could answer the fastest, and you were both very good at Chemistry.
In every class that you two were in whether it be Chemistry, Biology, Writing, or gender studies and attitudes of the world, you and Wonwoo were sat down after about the second week with your professor, encouraged to let other students answer questions in class.
Sometimes you two just immediately turned to each other and whispered the answer at one another with sharp gazes.
So, you were a bit pissed when you sat down for German 101 at the beginning of your last semester and stupid Wonwoo was in your class.
How could you have possibly had at least one class with him every single semester at this university? Would it go on to grad school? Would you two be stuck at an internship together? God forbid you two visit Germany at the same time.
You shivered at the mere thought.
What was an English major even doing taking German? For goodness sake, you only chose the class because you thought it would be the last class he would be in.
And to add onto that, why the fuck was he so good at German?
It was German 101. Literally elementary German and sentence structure in German was confusing as hell so why was he finding it so easy.
You tried not to scowl too hard as you thought about it, wondering what gave him the right to just be good at everything he did. You would have to stay even later at the library tonight if you were going to manage to keep up with him.
After class, as you packed your things, you made a point to brush past Wonwoo, ‘accidentally’ bumping your shoulder into his. You never knew why you did that really. He was practically immovable.
You wondered if it was possible for him to study and workout at the same time.
Maybe he just didn’t work.
But you did and you worked quite a bit. Which meant jam sessions where you tried to force the material that you didn’t know down your throat in only a manner of hours.
Which meant you were at the library late a lot.
Not that, that was the only place that you ran into the asshole.
“You must be a bit desperate to even be studying at lunch time,” Wonwoo commented. You looked up from your little hole in the dining room- The one spot in the whole cafeteria that you felt completely comfortable in. Tucked in a corner where no one could see you.
You couldn’t hear the buzz of the students around you in this little corner booth, and you had every opportunity to just pull your legs up on the seat, and enjoy the world around you.
“What are you doing over here?” You hissed, instead of arguing the desperate allegations. You definitely were desperate, to be studying while you were eating lunch, and there was no point in arguing that.
Unfortunately for you, Wonwoo was a good study. And that meant that he had been able to study you over the years, along with all of his other assignments. Frustratingly enough, he always knew when you were lying. So, there was no point in trying to pretend like you weren’t.
“I just came to eat as well,” he stated.
He took a seat right next to you, forcing your feet to the floor. He didn’t have any food with him, and you wondered why that was until he reached around you and plucked one of the fries off of your plate.
“Hey-”
“What are you even studying?” He asked you. You rolled your eyes. Advanced biology.
“Nothing you would know,” you grumbled. He took a single glance at your screen, and mumbled the answer to the question that you felt like you had been thinking about for hours. You tried to keep your anger to a minimum. “Well, duh, that’s easy.”
How did he know that?
“If it’s so easy, why have you been here all day?” Wonwoo pressed. He didn’t even have his own things with him.
“Have you been stalking me?” You blurted, noting that it did sound a little shrill.
“No… I could just hear you trying to think from across campus.”
You started to spew insults at Wonwoo because, well, how else were you supposed to respond to him? But they fell on deaf ears. Wonwoo simply plucked a few more of your fries from your plate, and then walked away as if the conversation had ended ages ago.
You got your chance for proper payback a few weeks later.
When you saw that there was going to be a mandatory lecture for English majors by James Franco… Well, you just knew you had to be there. A study on english composition and how it is seen in history and therefore portrayed in film. You had been studying english and film in your free time for almost your whole life.
For you, it was a pipe dream… Which meant that if there was anything that you were going to show up Wonwoo in…
You excitedly sat next to him in the lecture hall, shooting him a bright smile despite the early hour.
“Coffee?” You offered him. Wonwoo looked exhausted, you’d heard there was a mandatory frat party the night before. Poor guy was probably up all night.
He gave you a suspicious expression while he looked at the cup, but he seemed to remember quickly that he was a bit too tired to say no to it. He took the cup and took a swig from it.
“Poison?” He asked you, even though you both knew you had ordered him his favorite kind.
“I’m thinking of a much slower death,” you replied lightly. You tapped the desk in front of you. “Aren’t you excited? James Franco… Wow, imagine that… One of the only notable PhD holders in English and he’s an actor.”
You seemed to think over your words.
“It’s almost as if being an English major is just a hussle for most people… Must be an easy way to get a doctorate.”
You kept your voice airy.
“How does that sound, Doctor Jeon Wonwoo?”
It was all meant to strike a chord in him but something about using such a high title with him made your mouth go dry. Wonwoo’s eyes darkened a bit, and you knew that he wanted to press the way that you had addressed him. You didn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Well,” you said quickly. “I hope you’re ready for this lecture. I would hate for your head to hurt too much to enjoy it.”
Wonwoo grumbled.
“You talk too damn much.”
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It was always like that with Wonwoo, a constant game of pushing and pulling and before you knew it your first test was coming up in German. You weren’t sure how things were going to go with it, but you did know that between all of your other classes you hadn’t had much of a chance to study for German.
And that meant cramming.
And cramming on a normal day was a lot and on days especially like this one. It left you feeling very delirious.
“Ich bin nicht klug…” You mumbled to yourself, not only furrowing your eyebrows at the fact that you were pretty sure you said it wrong, but also trying to figure out when the fuck you were supposed to use not, and how the fuck you added it to a sentence.
“Richtig,” a voice mumbled, dragging you away from the quizlet open on your tablet. “Du bist nicht klug.”
You glared at Wonwoo.
“I don’t need you to tell me I’m not smart. I was just talking,” you grumbled at him. He hummed, placing a hand in your little cubicle, leaning over your head to look at your quizlet.
“Well, it’s true,” Wonwoo commented. “Du bist sehr schlecht im Gebrauch von Verben im Deutschen.” You were frustrated to find that no matter how hard you thought about it, you had no clue what he had just said. Not that he even gave you time to process. “Oh, es tut mir leid. I said that you are very bad at verb usage in German.”
You elbowed Wonwoo as you wheeled your chair to the side, trying to get out from under him. He let his back press against the divider to your left, so you got to your feet.
“Why the fuck are you so good at German anyways?” You blurted. “Why the fuck does an English major need to know German?”
Wonwoo shrugged.
“Just thought it would be fun to take.”
You were furious. German was the only thing that you weren’t able to keep up with Wonwoo in.
You two had been matching rivals in Chemistry and your gender studies class. You had smoked him in Biology, but he had never been able to beat you in a class before. Even in writing you both ended up with the same exact grade on every assignment. So why German?
Why was he so good at German?
“You know you’re disrupting my studying,” you grumbled, a bit annoyed by his interruption. You slid your tablet to the side, and picked up your water bottle, taking a sip. As you did Wonwoo held out his hand, clearly expecting you to share your water with him.
You rolled your eyes at his audacity.
You handed him your water bottle. 
“Do you need help studying?” Wonwoo asked, and it would seem genuine if it weren’t for that condescending look in his eyes. “I bet even after hours of studying you don’t know how to form a sentence.”
You knew enough German to say: “Ich hasse dich.” Because you had learned the phrase, I hate you specifically to say it to Wonwoo.
He stepped a bit closer to you.
“You could also say Dich hasse ich,” Wonwoo clarified. “It’s interchangeable in that sentence.”
You two stared at one another, and it was only then that you realized exactly how close you two were to one another. Your eyes flickered across his perfect face. Smooth, glassy skin, gorgeous dark eyes framed in glasses that should make him look like a nerd but instead just made him more handsome, and pretty pink lips that you just wanted to-
You felt your cheeks redden and you knew you had to act fast. You reached forward, grabbing the frames from off his face.
“Are you ever embarrassed by the fact that your genes are so awful you have to wear glasses?” You mumbled, trying to hide your moment of weakness. You two were so close to one another that you could barely even hold his glasses up between the two of you without your knuckles brushing his chest. You raised his glasses to your face, sliding them up your nose.
You frowned.
“God your sight is awful. You reall-”
Before you could finish your sentence Wonwoo had grabbed your wrist and holy shit he was a lot stronger than you had imagined he would be.
He gestured towards your skirt, which barely even fell halfway past your thighs.
“Are you ever embarrassed to walk around like some sort of conceited slut?”
Your mouth dropped open, and you knew that you should be angry and push Wonwoo away and yell at him because you had both taken the same gender studies class and you knew that he knew better than to talk to anyone that way, and you knew that he was respectable to people of all genders, but instead you just stood there, shocked.
There was a tightness in the pit of your stomach, and your hand fell to your side, gripping at the edge of your desk. You struggled to find something to say back, and your hesitance made Wonwoo’s expression which, by the way, had turned to shock as soon as the words left his mouth, to confusion.
“Bist du dumm?” He mumbled, and the question went right over your head. You suddenly weren’t able to think about anything. He flicked your forehead lightly. “I said are you dumb? Don’t you know you’re supposed to argue it when someone says something derogatory like that to you?”
His voice was veiled a bit in concern. Like he was worried that people were walking around calling you a slut to your face and you weren’t saying anything about it.
… You certainly hoped that Wonwoo never found out about your book preferences. Maybe you should try and hide Haunting Adaline from your bookshelves on Goodreads.
“I was just caught off guard,” you mumbled. “I thought you were more intelligent than needing to resort to such derogatory terms.”
Bold-faced lie. Your face was red. Why were you growing so warm at the implication. Why were you thinking about the fact that nobody was ever in this corner of the library this late at night. Why were you thinking about the window that was right in front of you two looking out on the water fountain outside of the library? Why were you thinking about the absence of cameras on this floor? And most importantly why were you wondering what Wonwoo’s hands would be like with your skirt bunched into it?
You two stared at one another, and Wonwoo took a step closer (you were surprised that was even possible) his gaze becoming a bit sharper.
“Es gefällt dir…” You like it.
“Nein…” You mumbled back. Wonwoo’s hand came up to your chin, his thumb brushing it at first, making your chin tilt up a bit, encouraging the touch. When you did that Wonwoo clasped his fingers on your chin, holding it where you presumed, he wanted it.
“Yes, you do,” he said in awe. He leaned forward, his eyes flickering down to your lips.
“You look hot in my glasses,” he mumbled.
You made a noise that was not a response. 
His lips ghosted yours.
“Keep them on.”
He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. At first, it was hesitant. He was a bit unsure of if he wanted to actually kiss you, or if you actually wanted to kiss him. That was a fair thought of him to have because you were unsure if you even wanted to kiss him, until his lips were on yours and then your arms were wrapping around him, the palm of your hand pressing on his neck so that he was forced closer to you.
One of Wonwoo’s hands came up to your hair, and he pulled you back by your ponytail. You hissed at the action, but the way that it sent a coil of heat through your body was enough to stop you from complaining.
“Ich will dich ficken,” Wonwoo mumbled, as your lips parted. Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
“You want to…” You trailed off, your fingers balling into his shirt. You didn’t know that verb, you were sure your professor hadn’t covered it.
“Fuck.” Wonwoo twisted your body so that you were pressed against the edge of the desk, and his pelvis was pressed to yours. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
Your breath hitched in your throat.
“So? Are you going to be fucking good and let me take you?”
You were already nodding when the word good left his lips. So, when he finished the question, you were nodding rapidly.
“Yes,” you mumbled. “Oh god please take me Wonwoo.”
A smirk flickered across his lips.
“In German.”
Frustration bubbled up in your body…. Or was that arousal?
“Uh… Ja… ich will dich ficken… Too?”
That must have been good enough because the next thing you knew, Wonwoo’s lips were on yours again and he was hiking you up onto the desk, pushing your skirt up to your waist with ease.
“You don’t even have shorts under this,” he mumbled against your lips as his hand ran over your thigh. He slapped you there, hard. You yelped and your fingers tightened in his shirt. “Du bist ein Depp…" 
You vaguely registered he was calling you an idiot, but before you could respond he was sliding down your body, his fingers on your sides making you shiver despite being over your shirt. He got to his knees in front of you and took the hem of your underwear with his fingers.
“Let me get this off of you your highness,” he said mockingly. Your body grew even hotter, and you leaned back on your hands, lifting your legs a bit so he could easily pull your underwear off of you. You could feel a string of wetness drawing from your pussy as he pulled your underwear off and you wanted to hide your face in embarrassment at the truth of just how much Wonwoo had turned you on. You pressed your lips together tightly.
“God you’re fucking soaked,” Wonwoo mumbled. He slapped your thighs apart again, and you obediently spread them for him. “You want me to treat you like mein kleines Schwanzluder?”
You had no clue what he was saying, and your silence in response made him pinch your inner thigh. You bit down into your fist.
“Are you really that bad at German?” He asked you. “If you can’t even respond to a question as simple as, do you want me to treat you like my little cock slut than I don’t know how you are going to pass the final.”
“Ja,” you blurted, scrambling to drag any German you knew out of your mind. “Bitte.” Please. “Ich bin dein…” You hesitated on the last word. I am your…
“Schwanzluder,” Wonwoo said softly, his eyes focusing on you. “Cock slut.”
“Schwanzluder,” you repeated, your voice barely there. Wonwoo hummed.
“Bad pronunciation,” he mumbled. “But then again, you’re also bad at that.”
You went to protest him because you thought that your German pronunciation was pretty good, but then you thought of something better to argue with him about:
“Are you even going to be able to do anything down there?” You asked him tauntingly. “You probably wouldn’t be able to find a clit even with your glasses o-” Before you could finish, Wonwoo was shoving something wet and salty into your mouth, Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized you recognized the feeling of the cloth of your wet underwear from when you had done this to yourself while masturbating in the past. Your face burned in shame at the way that this only turned you on more.
“Halt die Schnauze…”
You didn’t have to know German to know that he was telling you to shut up.
Wonwoo’s hands pressed at the insides of your thighs, high enough that he was able to feel the dampness that had soaked through the thin cloth of your underwear. He massaged his thumbs into your thighs, and beneath the blurriness of Wonwoo’s glasses you could see him smile slightly. His hands slid further up your thighs and one of his thumbs prodded at your folds, dragging them to the side so that he could see your wet pussy even better.
“Fuck…” He mumbled. “You’re wet like a bitch in heat.”  You let your head fall back and hit the glass of the window behind your head. You couldn’t deny what he was saying, as badly as you wanted to. He had eyes, and even though his glasses weren’t on… He could certainly feel how wet you were beneath his fingers.
His thumb plunged into you suddenly, feeling thick and short as he delved inside of you. His fingers brushed your clit and you whined against the cloth in your mouth, your eyes falling shut. He pulled his thumb out of you after a few moments, seeming to be in thought, and then he was suddenly pressing two fingers at your entrance.
It was a lot… Especially for someone who had not been prepped, and he seemed to figure out with the way that the stretch felt around his fingers. He retracted and then pushed a single finger inside of you. The feeling was intoxicating. Even though you had felt yourself that you were not stretched enough for two you felt like you needed it.
It wasn’t long until you were begging for more as desperately as you could from behind your gag. Your fingers were gripping desperately at the desk, and it had Wonwoo chiding as he finally eased a second finger into you.
“Du bist erbärmlich…” He mumbled and you had no fucking clue what he had said but it sounded so hot with the little twinge of accent in his voice. You rolled your hips down onto his fingers, and the action made Wonwoo press a hand to your pelvis. “Hör auf.”
Again you whined, but your body stilled under his command. The pressure of him pushing down on you pushed his fingers even further inside of you and if you thought that was hard to handle, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like with his dick inside of you.
As if to read your thoughts, Wonwoo leaned forward, his hot breath teasing your clit.
“Oh Engel… I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he mumbled. He leaned forward, and he began to suck on your clit. His tongue flicking over it as a way to distract you as he stuffed a third finger into you.
The burn was amazing, and the distraction of his wet tongue on your clit was so welcoming that you about came just from that.
You had always wanted Wonwoo to just shut up. Thought that there was no use at all for his mouth.
But here he was… Proving that he had at least one very good use for his mouth. You tried to fight the urge to move under him, going as far as to slap the palm of your hand against the desk you were being eaten out on, but as soon as his mouth completely replaced his fingers, and you felt your wetness on your thigh, you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling down against him.
Somehow his hot mouth felt just as good as his fingers did, and they were making your core burn in a way that was fucking painful. You needed his cock in you right now.
Wonwoo moaned against your cunt- The first indicator that he was enjoying this just as much as you were, and he suddenly pulled away from you. His fingers dipped into you again but only briefly.
“Bend over,” Wonwoo murmured, twisting your body so that your ass was against his bare wet dick. You could feel it poking at your ass and you quickly bent over, placing the palms of your hands to the window.
“Not good enough,” Wonwoo mumbled. He pressed his hand to the small of your back, forcing your ass up more, and with his other hand his fingers knotted in your hair and he shoved your face into the window. “That’s better…”
He trailed off as he moved the hand not in your hair to (you assumed) take hold of his cock. You stayed there for seconds that felt like hours, skirt bunched around your waist, ass out for Wonwoo, your rival, and your face smashed up against the window just enough to see that there were people walking outside, presumably to their dorms.
Frustration began to bubble inside you, which expressed itself in small tears in the corners of your eyes.
“Ich möchte hören, wie Du darum bettelst.”
The german made you let out a sob of frustration as it was paired with Wonwoo sliding the tip of his cock between your soaked and already abused folds.
“Wonwoo, I don’t fucking know what you’re saying,” you cried out. You bucked your hips, trying to force his cock into you which worked except it didn’t because just his tip slipped inside of you.
God you felt like you were going to go feral at the feeling of his bare cock inside of you, you were already thinking about him pumping you full of cum…
“Guess you better figure out what I’m saying.”
Your mind raced, trying to figure out what Wonwoo could have possibly been telling you to do. You didn’t really recognize any of the words… Ich… I… hören… hear…? Will… want-
“Bitte, bitte, bitte,” you pleaded desperately. “I want your cock so badly… treat me like your own schwandluger or… Whatever it was- Please Wonwoo, I’m beggi-”
Before you could finish speaking Wonwoo was shoving himself into you. Your fists lightly hit the window at the feeling, so relieved to finally have him inside of you. You understood now why he had deemed only fingering you on three fingers as a punishment. You felt like you were being split open on his cock, and he had decided that he was going to go easy on you.
“You’re so small like this,” Wonwoo mumbled. “I mean look at you, unable to move under me… Someone you despise… How’s it feel to not only be physically overpowered but also to be intelligently inferior to me?”
Humiliation boiled through your veins, and each hard thrust of his cock sent him deeper into you than the time before.
“Genau so mag ich dich…” Wonwoo mumbled, a hint of admiration in his voice. He tugged you up by your hair, arching your back. His arm wrapped around your body, right under your breasts, pushing them up as he brought his face right up next to yours.
He stared at you, his eyes squinting as he took in your already fucked out expression. He watched you bounce for a few seconds, each thrust drawing out a loud and desperate cry from you. Then, finally, he leaned forward and kissed you again.
This kiss was just as hot and heavy as the way he was fucking you, and you really ended up just screaming out in his mouth with every single thrust.
“You may not be good at German, but you are damn good at taking my cock,” he hissed out. “So, it turns out you are useful.”
He suddenly pushed you back down onto the table, smashing your face onto the cold surface.
“So why don’t you be a good cumdump and take all of my cum?”
You hadn’t even realized how much the pressure of needing to come had been building up in you until you felt the first warm spurt of cum fill your cunt.
There were a million reasons why you shouldn’t be excited by the fact that not only was Wonwoo fucking you raw but he was coming inside of you but all you could remember was how hot Wonwoo sounded when he was speaking to you in German, and how much you liked him controlling you as you began to come as well.
Your whole body shook as Wonwoo fucked you full of his cum, and he continued to fuck you until your body had stopped shaking. His fingers released in your hair, and the sound of both of you panting filled the air. You two were completely still for minutes that felt like hours, before finally you peeled yourself off the table.
You stared at Wonwoo, who was staring right back at you.
“Take your fucking glasses back,” you mumbled. He smiled at you, dragging them off of your face.
“Happily,” he replied. He ran his fingers through his hair, and he almost looked completely the same as he had when he first started to fuck you. “You know what the best part about this is?”
You stared at Wonwoo, the humiliation burning on your face.
“What is the best part?” You asked him, your voice low.
“You have barely studied,” he said, and his voice was heightened in amusement. “Good luck on the test tomorrow.”
His eyes swept over your body, clearly noting the fact that you were in no shape to study anymore. He gestured towards his phone- the time- reminding you that your class was so early that you wouldn’t even be able to study before it if you went to bed now.
Your mind raced with the implications.
“Get home safely y/n,” Wonwoo said, his voice light. You went to protest, but before you could he had pushed his fingers deep inside of you. Your fingers clutched the desk, immediately remembering who had been fucking you not long before. Who you had been begging to dominate you just moments ago.
He pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them into his mouth with a smile.
“Maybe we’ll do this again.”
And then he was gone. Your blood was boiling, from satisfaction, humiliation, and pure anger at Wonwoo for having fucked you so that you would do bad on the test tomorrow, but one thing proved true between all of it. For him to think about fucking you to sabotage you, there had to be an initial wish to fuck you to begin with.
And if that were the case then… Well, you could certainly use this to your advantage…
May the games begin.
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jeonsupershy · 3 months
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thank you GAM3 BO1 for making our 2023 brighter 🎮🤍
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nonranghaes · 2 months
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joshua stirs awake at the feeling of you climbing into bed. he usually does for a minute, just long enough to acknowledge your presence, and he's already shutting his eyes when you settle in. then he hears the quietest hiccup, and he's already starting to wake up.
"hey... joshy?"
even if your voice wasn't so uneven and wobbly, joshua would have known you were upset. he's never joshy to you unless you are. he's joshua when you're speaking to or about him casually, josh when you're on the phone with your mom, shua when you're tired, and my evil, pretty boyfriend pretty much any other time. joshy is when you're upset and need to say it without saying too much. he knows how much you hate talking when you just want to cry and be held.
"c'mere," he's already sitting up and opening his arms to you. "it's gonna be okay... i'm here, my love."
my love is his way of saying everything he needs to say in moments like these: i'll keep you safe and i love you and you can cry now, i've got you. it's not the only name he has for you, but you always know what he means when he drops it oh-so-casually (always so in tune with when you're starting to get upset). one instance of 'my love' is enough to tell you he'll have the car waiting if you get your coat, or he'll make up a lie to leave early if you say it back, or he'll follow your lead if you fake sick.
you take refuge in his arms, and he's already curling them around you to hold you, safe and secure as always. you let out this quiet, shudder-y breath as you finally let go and break down in his arms. if you want to talk about it, you'll talk about it when you're done. he just strokes your back, his eyes fluttering shut as he holds you through this storm.
and he'll hold you when you resurface from underneath those waves, too, sealing the action with a soft my love just to sweeten it all.
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wonboos · 2 months
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favourite wonboo — [2/?]
nana tour ep5
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jeonwonwoo · 16 days
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I’m a fool of love for you, my heart by your side forever. READY TO LOVE SEVENTEEN — 2021
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minzbins · 25 days
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hoshi & tamtam 🐯
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booskwan · 4 months
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coups and his glasses stache
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gyuwoncheol · 5 months
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Seungcheol is the embodiment of that “when I tell you to sit on my face don’t just hover, f’ing sit on it” quote you can’t convince me otherwise ☺️
TW: oral sex (f. receiving), face sitting, pussy drunk! Cheol, dirty talk, use of pet names. 18+ only (MDNI).
Note: Anon, what have u done.
Tagging @multi-kpop-fanfics because i definitely was not plotting (luv u 😘)
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“Princess, sit down.”
“I am!” You argue back, looking down at the face sandwiched in between your legs. Seungcheol’s blonde locks were sticking out in awkward places, his lips puffy from all the making out and pupils blown out it was almost all black.
“No, you’re not. You’re hovering!” He stated matter of factly. His large hands came to wrap around your things before pulling you down closer to his mouth but you resisted, anchoring yourself on the headboard.
Cheol’s never asked you to do this and when he mentioned it in the heat of the moment, you breathlessly said yes, but now that you’re actually here, you’re almost sure you’re going to suffocate him.
“Fuck,” you sucked in a deep breath when his wet tongue licked a bold stripe from your hole to your clit, making the filthiest slurping sound known to mankind.
“Feel good, baby?” You nodded with eyes shut, “it’ll feel even better if you just. sit. down. properly,” your boyfriend fought, annoyance in his tone.
“Cheol!” You shrieked when you felt your pussy envelope his mouth fully, lifting yourself up in haste but to no avail, “what if I suffocate you and you die?!”
A drunken smile graced your boyfriend’s features, “then that’s the best way to go.”
“Choi Seungcheol! I am serious! I don’t want to kill you!”
“And I’m fucking serious too! You won’t kill me, trust me okay?” There was a momentary look of softness and assurance on his face, letting you know he knew what he was doing and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen. But that look quickly morphed back to a scheming one, complete with an eyebrow raised at you. “Now, sit the fuck down, or I will tie your hands behind your back.”
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unorideul · 6 months
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seungcheol is the type of bf to tuck your hair behind your ears or stroke your locks as you rant to him about how stressful your day went while maintaining eye contact, making sure you know his full attention is on you
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cheolslz · 2 months
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smut (minors dni), fem/afab reader, oral (f.receving), nicknames (baby, pretty girl), ignore grammar
Imagine studying for your midterms but bf!mingy just wants to spend time with you :(
You're sitting at the desk studying your life away and mingyu has been laying on your bed for the last hour. He's honestly surprised how well you ignore him. 
“Baby when will you be done”
No response.
“Babe-”
“Mingyu let me focus” you say sternly, flipping through the pages 
He cant help but fawn over you. Its not his fault you look so hot when you’re so focused on your work. So he does what any good boyfriend should do for their loving partner.
You don't even notice when mingyu gets on his knees in front of your chair and in between your thighs
“Baby what are you-”
“Shhh, focus on your work. Let me treat my pretty girl for working so hard”
You decide to ignore him and go back to memorising the study material. Mingyu lifts your hips to slip your sleep shorts and underwear off.
He trails soft kisses in your inner thigh and slowly works his way to your wet pussy. He licks one stripe through, enticing a moan from you.
“Focus baby”
He smiles and starts pushing his tongue in your hole. Your hand files to his hair, fingers tangling in his black locks.
He fucks his tongue into you while his nose rubs against your clit. He uses his big hands to hold your thighs in place. Mingyu laps up your cunt like its his last meal.
“I-im go-gonna” you whimper you, unable to form coherent sentences while mingyus between your legs. 
He pushes his tongue deeper into you, alternating between tongue fucking your hole and lightly sucking and biting your clit. 
In no time you're cumming on his face, liquid dripping to his chin while he licks you clean.
He moves his face to smile at you
“How's your focus now?”
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spamgyu · 2 months
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SVT VU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble
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orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the VOCAL UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.
[hhu] [pu - coming soon]
JEONGHAN
"thank you." she grinned up at him as he placed a plate of oranges in front of her. she had been nose deep in her laptop, trying to complete her last email of the week when he unsolicitedly placed the snack in front of her.
much like all other times he had done when she was far too busy with work to remember to eat.
jeonghan placed a kiss atop her head as she happily munched away on the snack, a sly smile slowly growing on his lips as she grabbed another slice.
"would YOU peel oranges for me?" jeonghan crossed his arms over his chest.
"yes?" his girlfriend was taken back by the sudden hostility.
all while she was preoccupied with her daily zoom meetings and endless emails, jeonghan had brain rotted away on his phone – stumbling upon videos of girls testing their men .... with oranges.
he didn't understand why this was up for debate, knowing he would peel millions of oranges if it meant making his girlfriend's day all the better.
but he also wanted to have fun; setting up his own phone away from her sight as he captured the video just for him to laugh at.
he always did enjoy messing with her.
JOSHUA
joshua sighed for the third time since they had sat on the couch.
which was only about 5 minutes ago.
he glanced over at her to see that she had yet to take notice of the sound he had made, this time letting out a much more dramatic sigh.
giggling, she finally had taken the hint; taking her eyes off the television and looking over at him. "yes, honey, can i help you?"
"everyone else's girlfriends are asking for oranges..." he pouted. "peeled."
joshua wasn't much to keep up with trends, let alone be chronically online the same way his members were. she didn't think he would be well aware of the current debate taking over social media – and frankly, she didn't care for it.
it was just an orange.
"did you want me to ask if you would peel an orange for me?" she asked with raised brows.
"duh..." he nodded. during today's practice, he had overheard seungcheol and mingyu exchange stories of how their significant others had tested them with the theory – the rest of the boys soon joining in. everyone else seemed to have their own share of stories... but him.
"i– it's hypothetical though. it's more of if you're willing to peel–" she watched as he pouted once again. "would you peel an orange for me?"
joshua grinned, digging into his hoodie's front pocket to pull out two oranges, a banana, and an apple.
"apple?"
"i'll use my teeth."
"no!" she cried, grabbing the fruit from him.
JIHOON
"have you guys heard of the orange peel theory?" soonyoung asked, shoveling a spoonful of rice into his mouth.
she and jihoon shook their heads at their unsolicited guest who somehow managed to make himself a little too comfortable in their shared apartment; claiming that before she came along, he was jihoon's babygirl.
she didn't care to fight soonyoung over it; jihoon did enough of that himself.
"isn't that a gym?" jihoon quipped.
"that's orange theory, babe." y/n corrected, grabbing another shrimp from the middle of the table.
soonyoung always came over unannounced, but never empty handed – arriving today with seafood boil for all three of them to share.
"ah..." he nodded, taking the shrimp from y/n's plate – peeling it for her.
she was shit at peeling her own shrimp and jihoon was more than happy to make sure she didn't ruin her perfectly manicured nails.
soonyoung rolled his eyes at the couple who never stayed up to date with the latest internet trends. "sickening." he mumbled.
peeling shrimp was far more romantic than peeling oranges, anyways. but if anyone were to ask jihoon, he'd skin anything she asked him to.
including their unannounced guest.
SEOKMIN
he didn't exactly fail her humorous attempts to test him on the orange peel theory.
but he didn't pass either.
in his defense, she had asked him in the middle of the night – waking him from his slumber to ask if he would peel an orange for her, only to reply "tomorrow."
and he knew she wasn't mad. there was no reason to.
it was a silly tiktok she had seen while she scrolled next to her boyfriend who was deep asleep – practically shaking their walls with his loud snores.
but seokmin felt guilty after he had read the groupchat he had shared with his members, each of them sharing how their significant others had managed to bring up the hot debate topic circulating social media.
if he had known....
"babe... why is our fridge full of peeled oranges?" she laughed. she had originally gone into the kitchen to grab a drink only to be distracted by the lack of bottled waters.... and an abundance of orange filled tupperwares.
"i'm sorry."
glancing over her boyfriend who stood at the doorway of their kitchen, she let out another laugh – walking over to pull him into a hug. "did you peel all those?"
he nodded into her shoulder, making her giggle.
"i didn't take it personally."
"i did." he pulled away, bringing his fingers up to her face. "and now i smell like an orange."
SEUNGKWAN
"look what i brought!" he sang as he kicked off his sneakers, shaking the bag in his hand.
seungkwan had paid his family a visit, coming back from the tiny island just south of the mainland with various treats he enjoyed growing up.
including a bag of tangerines.
"ooooh!" she clapped, following him into the kitchen – digging into the bag of his mom's homecooking. "these are going to be so good. can you–"
before she could even finish her sentence, he had placed a peeled orange on top of one of the containers; a large smile on his face.
"thank you?" she reached for the fruit hesitantly; wary of the strange smile on his face.
"i'd peel oranges for you."
popping a slice in her mouth. "i know... thanks."
"any mundane thing, i'd do."
she nodded, still quite confused with his actions. "i know."
"just getting that out there." he clicked his tongue.
"okay... weirdo." y/n chewed.
seunkwan frowned at her reaction.
"i take it back." he snatched the fruit from her hand.
"hey!"
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leejihoonownsmyheart · 3 months
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A lot can happen in six months (and yet nothing can change) (M)
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Genre: Hallmark Christmas Romcom!core, Ex!Mingyu, angst, bad decisions are made and talked about, porn somewhere in here because of course
Warnings: Exes are exes, breakups are breakups and this writer doesn’t know what that’s all like, creampie, unprotected sex, switch?gyu, switch?yn, dub con
Summary: 
Six months ago you and Mingyu broke up and you weren’t sure exactly how to move on. Now, he was calling you all over again, as you to go on a non-refundable romantic Christmas weekend in New York City, and you know that you should say no... But how on Earth, does one say no to Kim Mingyu? 
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All things in life happen for a reason. 
That’s what you told yourself like a mantra whenever you weren’t sure where your life was headed. When you were graduating high school and only got into one of your colleges, when your grandpa died and you had to fly out to your hometown for his funeral, even when you lost your job and spent five months unemployed unable to land a job despite your many qualifications. 
But the time that echoed the loudest through your brain, the time you depended on it the most was the time that you would live to hate for the rest of your life. 
“Walk out that door and we are through.” 
When you had made it to Chwe Hansol’s apartment door, you were sobbing and he had a girl hooked to his arm. 
In minutes, that girl was gone and you two were alone in his apartment, your head in his lap as you sobbed. 
“I don’t get it,” you stuttered through tears. “We were fine. And then he-“ 
You hiccuped but before you could say more the door was opening to the apartment. You looked over your shoulder to see a blurry image of short brown hair and tall slender legs. 
“I hope you don’t mind,” Hansol said softly. “I invited Dasom over.” 
You turned back to Hansol shoving your face into his chest as the tears ran freely down your face. Of course, you didn’t mind Dasom being over. Out of everyone in your life Hansol and Dasom were your two favorites. They had been there for you since before Mingyu and you had ever even met. They knew all of the ups and downs of your relationship with him and everything. 
Never had you imagined that they would end up seeing the end of it. 
“What happened?” Dasom asked, a hand finding its way to your back. “Hansol just said that it was an emergency and I needed to come over.” 
You pulled out of Hansol’s chest, giving her what had to be an incredibly pathetic look. 
“We broke up-” 
This time instead of falling into Hansol, you fell against Dasom, burying your face into her neck. 
“This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.” 
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Hansol said bluntly. You looked over at him, shooting him a glare. 
“Hey-“ 
“The world doesn’t end because you stop dating Kim Mingyu.” 
“I thought I was going to be with Kim Mingyu for the rest of my life,” you snapped back. “He was supposed to be my last relationship. My ride or die. The man I married.” 
“How did this even happen?” Dasom asked, still completely lost. You looked at her. 
“He thought I cheated on him.” 
“Which is stupid,” Hansol inserted. 
“Well, it wasn’t baseless!” You protested. You dug your phone out of your pocket, clumsily unlocking it and shoving the phone in Dasom’s face. 
“This is why he thought I cheated and honestly? I’m starting to think I did cheat on him.” 
Dasom took your phone, confusion settling itself on her face as she scrolled through the conversation. 
“You cheated on Mingyu?” She asked in disbelief. 
“Of course, I didn’t!” You protested. 
“Then who is Byungho?” She asked. 
“Who is Byungho?” You agreed loudly. “Do you know a Byungho? I don’t. Hansol doesn’t. No one does! But who would believe that with that conversation on my phone.” 
Hansol scoffed and took the phone from Dasom’s hands, looking at the conversation himself. 
“Obviously Mingyu should know you better than this. This person doesn’t even text like you.” 
“I think he was too busy having his heart broken to analyze the way that I was texting,” you said bluntly. “So instead, he just broke mine too.” 
You broke down into sobs earning yourself a sigh of sympathy from Dasom. 
“What are you going to do? You and Mingyu were perfect together,” Dasom said. “You’ve got to get him back.” 
“There’s no getting him back, he blocked me on everything,” you replied between your tears. “And I tried to go back to our apartment, but Soonyoung threatened to take legal action if I showed up again.” 
“What a-” 
“He’s just being a good friend,” you interrupted shooting yet another glare at Hansol. “I can’t even be mad I’m just… Completely and utterly helpless and I’m never going to be in love ever again.” 
“Hey-“ 
When you didn’t look up Dasom’s hands fell on your cheeks, forcing you to look at her. 
“You’re going to fall in love again. Everything is going to be okay.” 
You nodded at her, but your heart didn’t really match the optimism. 
“Besides, who knows? Maybe this will all blow over and Mingyu will take you back.” 
But weeks of staring at your phone waiting for that phone call turned into months, and before you knew it all your stuff was in Hansol’s apartment and he was the first person that you saw every day. 
Now, you were the you after Kim Mingyu. 
“Y/n!” Jeonghan cheered from across the bar, holding up two shots. “Come here! Let’s toast!” 
You waved off the person you were talking to and squeezed past people in the bar until you were pushed right up to Jeonghan. You smiled at him as he pushed one of the shot glasses into your hand. 
“Let’s drink,” he said excitedly. “To being newly single.” 
“I’ve been single, Jeonghan,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “And Jihyo was barely a relationship.” 
Jeonghan’s mouth dropped open and he feigned hurt by placing his hands to his chest. 
“Barely a relationship?” He exclaimed. “After the amount of sex we had I wouldn’t say-” 
Loud protests coming from you stopped Jeonghan from talking with a laugh. 
“Look, you’re just jealous because no one has even tested the waters with you since you and Mingyu broke up.” 
“That’s not true,” you insisted. Jeonghan rolled his eyes.  
“Okay then, where’s the comprehensive list?” 
You comically dropped open your mouth. 
“Mr. Yoon, I don’t kiss and tell.” 
Before Jeonghan could attempt to humiliate you further, a hand wrapped around your wrist, and Dasom fixed you with a large smile. 
“Did you come here to talk to Jeonghan or did you come here to have fun?” She asked. You laughed, letting her drag you into the middle of the bar. She put her back to a guy you knew she didn’t know and began to grind on him. You covered your mouth as you laughed as she turned and drew the guy into a kiss. 
When she looked back at you she gestured around her. 
“Come on. Pick a guy. Don’t you want to have fun tonight?” 
You rolled your eyes. 
“I’m just dancing here on my own,” you said, moving your hands to your sides and doing a truly awful dance move from side to side. As you moved someone came up behind you, their hand on the small of your back. 
“I know a guy you could grind on.” 
You turned back to Jeonghan. 
“Why don’t you find a different person to grind with?” You said. “You might not strike out if you start somewhere else.” 
He laughed. 
“Okay no grinding, but I have all night to find someone to go home with.” 
His hand move to yours and he swung your hand back and forth. 
“Tonight I’ll just bother you until we find someone for you to hook up with.” 
You rolled your eyes, falling into step with Jeonghan as you two danced around the room. 
“I’m not going to hook up with someone tonight,” you protested. 
“Come on!” Jeonghan protested. “You’ve got to! You’re in a dry spell. You’re never going to move on from Mingyu if you don’t take this step.” 
“I’ve moved on from Mingyu,” you replied. “It’s been months-” 
“Six to be exact,” Jeonghan replied. “Six months since anyone has entered your sacred temple-” 
“Ew-” 
“It’s not healthy to go that long without sex,” Jeonghan said seriously. You shook your head. 
“I’ll get back into the game when I’m ready to get back into the game,” you said. “You should focus on your own chances tonight. You’re going to strike out a lot with that shirt on.” 
Jeonghan laughed but he seemed to accept your answer this time. He spun you around, his eyes suddenly on the crowd around him. 
“Alright, so let’s see,” he said softly. “Who do you think is the girl who has drank the least but is still hot and smart enough to come home with me tonight?” 
“I actually think everyone here is too smart to go home with you tonight,” you replied. Before Jeonghan could express his offense you pointed at a girl not too far. 
“What about her? She’s hot, and she’s not holding a drink,” you suggested. He hummed, clicking his tongue.  
“She’s watching her friends like a hawk though. No way she would leave the bar with me.” 
“Unless we get her to send her friend's home one by one,” you replied. “All it takes is for an observation from a friend and a certain Yoon Jeonghan offering to call them a cab like an absolute angel.” 
A smile spread over Jeonghan’s lips as he slowly whistled and then pressed his lips to your cheek in a brief kiss, that left you laughing and batting him away. 
“You clever thing you.” 
To be completely honest you liked helping Jeonghan with his hook ups and simple plans like getting a couple of friends home safe while Jeonghan made his move were fun. You weren’t surprised when Jeonghan was leaving the bar with a girl on his arm, and a wink over his shoulder in your direction. 
Luckily for you, during the whole debacle you had found a fun stranger to pass the time with. 
You weren’t paying any attention to the time, or even Dasom as you danced with the person, talking about your day and your plans for the week. 
You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket and you glanced down, slipping it out of your pocket. It took one glance at the phone number on your screen to have you pushing your beer on the counter. 
“I’ll be right back.” 
You felt your heart rate increasing as you pushed through the crowd, feeling the phone vibrating in your hand. Each time it vibrated you worried that you were taking too long, and yet you still had a while before you would get out of the bar. 
Before you could think it over twice, you answered the call pressing the phone to your ear. 
“Hi, just one second-” 
You pushed past a few more people and out the door of the bar, jogging until you were in the quiet alley next to the bar. 
“Hi, sorry, it’s so loud in there,” you said, laughing slightly as you changed the ear that your phone was pressed to. 
“Hello.” 
You hadn’t thought you were going to hear that soft voice ever again. You thought maybe right now on the phone he sounded raspier. But maybe that was just in your head. 
“Sorry, this is-” 
“I know it’s you Mingyu,” you breathed, pressing your back against the brick wall behind you. 
“You still have my contact?” 
“No. I’d just recognize your phone number in my sleep.” 
There was a moment of silence where Mingyu took the chance to breath. 
“This is.... This is stupid,” he finally said. “I shouldn’t ask you this.” 
You waited for him to go on, but he was hesitant. 
“Maybe not,” you agreed. “But I can tell you if it really is or not. Just ask.” 
You really didn’t care what he had to say. You just wanted to continue to hear his voice. 
“You know how we had planned to go to New York together for Christmas?” 
You were quiet for too long. You were enjoying listening to him so much that you forgot how to speak. 
“Yeah. We booked the flight and hotel and everything,” you replied. 
“Well, it’s non-refundable.” 
“What?” 
“The flight, the hotel? It’s all non-refundable.” 
“Oh,” you replied softly. “Well, that’s okay. You should still go.”  “No, no, I want you to go,” Mingyu replied softly. “It was your dream to go there over Christmas.” 
“Mingyu you paid for it. I can’t just take your-” 
“I’m not going on that trip,” Mingyu interrupted, his voice rough. You scoffed. 
“I’m not going either.” 
There was silence between the two of you, long enough that a few minutes passed and neither of you hung up. You wondered if he was holding on for the same reasons as you were. Because you missed him more than you had realized. 
“Y/n, I shouldn’t have called you.” 
“Yeah,” you agreed softly. 
“And I’m about to suggest you something stupid that I really shouldn’t suggest.” 
“I can decide that.” 
He sighed. 
“If you won’t go to New York because I paid for the tickets, and I won’t go because you’re the one who wanted to why don’t we.... Meet in the middle.” 
Your eyebrows furrowed slightly. 
“Meet in the...?” 
“Let’s go to New York together.” 
“What?” You blurted. You cleared your throat, trying to get control of how loud you had been. “Mingyu that’s crazy.” 
“It’s crazy for us to just let the money go to waste!” 
“Do you even want to go on the trip with me? You’re the one who-” 
“I know what I said,” Mingyu interrupted. “I’m not... I’m not saying I regret it I just... You deserve that. At least. After this year, you deserve New York City at Christmas.” 
Silence fell between you two again. 
“I shouldn’t have-” 
“Let’s do it.” 
“... Really?” 
“Yeah,” you agreed. “It’s just one weekend right? What harm is one weekend?” 
“You’re stupid,” Hansol insisted, watching you from your bed as you packed another shirt into your suitcase. You shot him annoyed look, which just made him shoot you another wide eyed one. “What? You are! You’re going on a weekend trip with your ex?” 
“It’s just five days.” 
“That’s five more days than you ever thought you would see him again,” Hansol hissed. “You’re going to go on that trip and you’re going to-” 
“What?” You interrupted Hansol. “Fall in love with him again? It’s five days. I’m not going to fall in love with him again over five days.” 
Hansol was quiet for a little bit and while it should have made you relieved you couldn’t help but think that the silence was worse than him talking. You tried really hard to ignore it for a few minutes but the silence was deafening. 
“What?” You sighed. Hansol looked away from you. 
“I didn’t say anything,” he said. 
“You think I’m going to fall back in love with Mingyu on this trip?” You pressed. 
Hansol sighed. 
“I don’t think that you are ever fell out of love with him.” 
You stopped in the middle of packing your bags, looking away from Hansol. You hated the way his words made a knot grow in your throat. Not because Hansol was wrong and it was making you frustratrated… But because you knew that he was right. 
“A lot of people are still in love with their exes,” you said quietly. “Our break up wasn’t satisfying for me since I never got the chance to explain. Of course I’m still in love with him.” 
“It’s not going to be good for you to go on this trip with him,” Hansol insisted. “Let’s say he falls back in love with you. Because you’re familiar and he misses you even though he thinks you cheated on him. He’s never going to trust you. He’ll never believe you when you promise that guy from the club approached you unsolicited or that Chan from work really did need extra help.” 
“Hansol, you’re being ridiculous,” you insisted. “Mingyu has too much self-respect for himself to go back to me after I cheated on him.” 
“You forget I was friends with him before the break up,” Hansol said. “If Mingyu loved you as much as he seemed to, then he very well would take you back.” 
You weren’t really sure how you were supposed to react to the prospect of getting back together with Mingyu. Your whole body buzzed at the excitement of it, but you couldn’t help but think about what Hansol was saying. 
Would he really take you back just because you were familiar? Was it possible that he missed what you two used to have? Surely, he wouldn’t subject himself to the pain of never being able to trust you just because he had never been able to fully move on from your relationship. 
You shook your head, clearing your mind of your rampant thoughts. 
“It’s just a trip,” you said. “Nothing’s going to happen on a trip.” 
“You know it’s not too late to back out,” Hansol warned as you looked through your bag to try and make sure that you had all of the documents that you were going to need. “I won’t be upset with you if you want me to drive you back home.” 
“I’m going on this trip Hansol,” you said, shooting him a glare. “I don’t care if you don’t think it’s smart. I’m already here and packed. Besides…” I want to see Mingyu again. 
Before Hansol could start to lecture you again about how bad of an idea it was, you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket. You dug it out and shushed Hansol as you answered the phone. 
“Hi,” you said. 
“Hey it’s-“ 
“Mingyu, I know it’s you,” you interrupted softly. “I just got to the airport. Are you here?” 
“Yeah, I can see you.” 
Your eyebrows raised. 
“Oh, where-” 
“Turn to your right and right next to the pillar…” 
You followed Mingyu’s instructions and when you finally found him, standing across the airport in a long dark grey trench coat with a scarf tied tightly around his neck… You forgot how to breath. 
You hadn’t seen Mingyu since the fight. Not even in passing on the street or at a club by chance. You hadn’t seen Mingyu since the fight. 
Your phone lowered ever so slightly from your ear and your mouth gaped a little. You felt your eyes flutter and- 
You felt yourself get nudged sharply in the side. 
“Just a weekend trip?” Hansol hissed at you. You glared at him and shoved your finger in front of your lips again. 
“He can hear and see us.” 
“Good, maybe I can talk some sense into him about-” 
“I’ll be right over,” you interrupted loudly into the phone, quickly hanging up. As soon as the phone call had ended you looked over at Hansol giving him a look that you could only hope would kill. 
“Can you not be good for two seconds?” You asked him. “I’m going on this trip. Would it kill you to be supportive?” 
“You took one look at Mingyu and it was like you were already falling in love with him all over again,” Hansol said. “Did you not see your face? You looked like you were ready to marry him and you haven’t seen him in six months.” 
“Shut up Hansol. You’re making it out to be a much bigger deal then it is,” you snapped. You snatched your suitcase from Hansol’s hands. “If you’re not going to be civil you can just leave me right now.” 
“I’m just trying to look out for you!” Hansol argued back. “And not just you, I’m trying to look out for Mingyu as well.” 
“We don’t need your help Hansol!” You argued back. You felt heat raising to your face, but before you could argue with him more you forced yourself to take a deep breath. “Look. This is the last time I’ll see you before Christmas. I don’t want to argue with you right before Christmas.” 
Hansol scoffed and looked away from you so you sighed. 
“Hansol, you know you’re my best friend ever right?” You pressed softly. Hansol glanced over at you. 
“Yeah, yeah.” 
You stepped closer to him, smiling up at him. 
“I love you.” 
Hansol tried to still look annoyed but a small smile spread itself over his lips. 
“I love you too.” He said. He raised his hand to your hair. “Be good in New York, okay? You know I’m just a phone call away.” 
You nodded, and you went to say something else to him but before he could someone cleared their throat. You glanced over, your face flaming red when you realized that Mingyu was standing right there next to you. You took a step back, your fingers tightening around the handle to your suitcase. 
“Sorry,” you murmured. 
Mingyu shrugged. 
“I’m not upset,” he said. His eyes flitted over to Hansol and they narrowed slightly. “I’d be upset too if my roommate was going on a weekend trip without me.” 
Hansol rolled his eyes. 
“Good to see you too,” he said. He turned his attention back to you. 
“Don’t forget,” he reminded, taping his phone with his index finger. “Just a call away.” 
“See you Hansol,” you said. He nodded and raised his hand in farewell, nodding to Mingyu as he left. You watched him for a while, secretly wishing he would stay with you two just a little longer. 
“So… You’ve moved on from Byungho then?” 
“Byungho?” You repeated, your eyebrows scrunching at the name. Mingyu scoffed and took your suitcase from your hand. 
“You and Hansol just looked really comfortable,” he replied. Your eyebrows furrowed at the statement, but you were too focused on your suitcase to mind. 
“Hey, why are you-” 
“It’s always the ones that they tell you not to worry about,” Mingyu continued with a roll of his eyes. He started walking forward, not really giving you the time to digest the statement. “Come on, our gate is this way.” 
You rushed forward to try and keep up with Mingyu- he was walking fast. You noted that he never used to walk this fast. Not when you two were dating. People always talked about how fast Mingyu walked but you had always been able to keep up with him so you just assumed that you were a fast walker too. 
Now it was evident that he walked slower then for you. 
“It’s uh…” You trailed off, glancing at the people walking past. “It’s really nice to see you.” 
Mingyu was quiet, so you decided to press the topic. 
“I never thought you were going to talk to me again.” 
“I didn’t either,” Mingyu replied, his voice soft. You thought again about what Hansol had said. Remembered that he thought Mingyu would let himself fall back into a relationship that lacked trust and… 
“So, we’ve got quite the flight ahead of us,” you said, clearing your throat and turning away from Mingyu. 
He hummed, as he looked you up and down. 
“Yeah.” 
He sighed. 
“Aren’t you cold? Do you know how cold it is outside? And it’s going to be even colder in New York,” he commented. You glanced down at your clothes, your head falling to the side. 
“I’m wearing a long-sleeve.” 
“But you get cold so easily,” Mingyu replied. You’re going to be freezing in New York.” 
You rolled your eyes away from him. 
“I’ll be fine,” you insisted. Mingyu seemed like he didn’t want to argue it anymore and his attention turned away from you. 
“Our gate isn’t that far from here. Did you eat?” 
As he walked, your eyes stayed trained on your bag that he was rolling through the airport. 
“Hansol and I grabbed coffee on the way here,” you replied. 
“Oh,” he said, sounding- If you remembered him as well as you thought he did- a little disappointed. “I haven’t had anything. I think I’ll grab a scone and an americano once we get to our gate.” 
“Okay,” you replied. “Can I have my bag back?” 
“I’ve got it,” Mingyu replied. 
Your eyes narrowed, but Mingyu didn’t notice because he was walking so damn fast. You didn’t get a chance to catch your breath until you two finally got to the gate and he had sat your bags by one of the seats. 
“I’m going to swing by the Starbucks okay? I’ll be right back.” 
You nodded and as soon as Mingyu had disappeared you went through your bag to try and find the book that you had brought to help pass the time. It was sort of hard to focus on it. After all, you were in an airport with Mingyu and you were about to go on a weekend trip with him. Your ex. 
You had never done anything so stupid. Somehow with your past relationships the breaks had always been clean and there had never been any drama between your friends. No rumors of cheating, no emotional abuse. Just a I think we should break up text and a normal following Tuesday. 
But your relationship with Mingyu had been so intense. It being ripped away from you meant you never got the closure that you so desperately craved. 
“Here.” 
You looked up to see that Mingyu was holding a Starbucks cup in front of your face. Your eyebrows rose. 
“What...” You trailed off as you took the warm cup from you. 
“I wasn’t just not going to get you something. I hope you still like lattes.” 
Mingyu took a seat next to you and pulled a danish from out of a little bag. He began to snack on it, taking a sip of his americano between the drink. As he did, you turned your attention to the latte that he had gotten you. It was hot. You generally enjoyed them iced, but you knew he must have gotten it hot because it was so cold out and he wanted you to stay warm. 
You took a sip of it, glad to see that not only did it have your favorite kind of milk in it but that it was a flavor of latte that you hadn’t had since the breakup. You smiled against your cup, turning your head so that Mingyu wouldn’t see. You had sort of thought that Mingyu would have forgotten these little things about you. 
Mingyu didn’t talk to you much while you waited for the flight to start boarding. You read your book and finished your coffee and he threw away your things before you two finally got called on board. 
Getting onto the plane brought you the very first surprise of the trip. As you two walked through the plane you walked past the normal part of the plane... Then the business part of the plane... Until you got to... 
“You bought us first class?” You hissed. Mingyu glanced over his shoulder at you and shrugged. 
“It was your dream to come to New York City for Christmas. I wanted this trip to be a dream.” 
 “Going to the city of lights is a dream enough you didn’t have to buy us first class tickets.” 
The two of you sat down in seats that were practically twin recliners right next to each other with a large shared movie screen between the two. You glanced around as you sat your stuff down noticing the people next to the two of you had a literal gucci jacket on. 
“Mingyu, how much did this cost?” You asked, keeping your voice hushed so that it wasn’t too obvious that you two didn’t belong here. 
“I had just gotten a promotion... Remember?” Mingyu asked. “I make a lot of money now.” 
“Yeah but...” 
“Don’t worry about it, y/n.” 
“I can’t believe you almost let this much money go to waste,” you said with a shake of your head. “How am I supposed to not worry about it? That’s a lot of money.” 
“Why don’t you pick a movie?” Mingyu suggested, ignoring the fact that you were obsessing so much over how much money he must have spent on these tickets alone. 
“You can’t distract me from...” 
Even as you spoke Mingyu had started to scroll through the movies on the screen, and before you could finish your statement you saw something that you hadn’t thought you would see. 
“No way they have Onward,” you exclaimed excitedly. You instinctively grabbed Mingyu’s arm, and shook it the best you could (Mingyu barely budged because... You know...). “Can we watch Onward? Please?” 
“You haven’t changed a bit have you?” Mingyu asked with a laugh. “I think they also have Frozen on here. You sure you don’t want to watch that?” 
The endorphins raced in your body at the idea of watching that movie too. 
“It’s a long flight,” you said. “We can just watch both right?” 
Mingyu hummed. 
“Yeah, we can watch both.” 
If there was one thing that you hadn’t been expecting to happen when going on this trip was to fall into old habits. But the entirety of the flight didn’t feel awkward at all. Instead, you spent the whole trip reciting your favorite lines, under your breath, only to catch Mingyu smiling at you in between instead of being annoyed the way that you would think he would be. 
Eventually he dozed off to sleep, and it was just you sitting next to him on the flight. 
You couldn’t help the feeling in the bottom of your chest. A feeling that you hadn’t felt in six months. You swallowed hard and looked down at your hands. 
You thought you needed to focus on the Onward and stop focusing on the sleeping man next to you. 
When you and Mingyu made it to the hotel you tried your best not to freak out like you had about the first-class tickets. Why would you have to try your best not to freak out? Because the giant marble atrium of the hotel lobby that you were standing in was making you think that maybe Mingyu spent a little bit more than the budget you two had discussed so long ago. 
“I have a reservation under Kim Mingyu,” Mingyu said to the attendant who was standing there with real diamond earrings in her ears. She smiled at him, and typed a few things on her computer. 
“Ah right, Kim Mingyu. The gentleman who booked our honeymoon suite over Christmas.” 
“Oh-” Mingyu laughed nervously, glancing back at you. “I called to switch the room. Did that not end up happening?” 
The lady’s head cocked to the side and her eyebrows riddled in confusion. 
“We didn’t get a call about that? Do you remember who you talked to?” 
“Angela,” Mingyu replied without missing a beat. “She said that she could switch to a room with two queens...?” 
The lady at the desk sighed. 
“Between you and me? Angela is days from getting fired. She never does what she is supposed to.” The lady clicked away at her computer. “Let me see. You just need a room with two beds?” 
“Yes. You don’t have to charge me less just... Some things have changed.” 
The lady at the desk thankfully didn’t pry. She clicked away at her computer for a while before finally sighing and turning her attention to Mingyu. 
“I’m sorry Mr. Kim, but I have nothing.” 
“Nothing at all? I mean we’ll take-” 
“It’s fine,” you interrupted, taking a step forward. You smiled at the lady and shrugged. “He’s always so considerate but it’s really fine if we share a bed. The honeymoon suite sounds fun.” 
You couldn’t help the way you bit the bottom of your lip. 
“Expensive,” you mumbled and then flashed a smile. “Fun.” 
“Okay! Then here are your keys-” She slid the two of you hotel room keys. “It’s the top floor. Has a balcony, only room on that floor. Would you like someone to take your bags up to the room?” 
Before you could answer Mingyu was nodding. 
“We have a show to catch.” 
You turned to Mingyu your eyes wide as you mouthed: Show to catch? 
Mingyu shrugged. 
“We’re going to see Beetlejuice on Broadway.” 
“What!” Your voice rose a little louder than you wanted it to, so you covered your mouth and leaned closer to Mingyu. 
“We’re going to see Beetlejuice?” You hissed. “How are we going to see Bettlejuice?” 
“It was the musical you wanted to see when we made the plans to come here,” Mingyu replied pointedly. “I bought the tickets back then.” 
“How did you know that I wanted to see Beetlejuice?” You asked. Mingyu reached into his jacket pocket, rummaging through it a little bit before pulling out a piece of paper. 
“Don’t you remember? You wrote an itinerary for the trip,” he replied. You took the piece of paper and surely enough, there it was... The itinerary that you had spent hours drafting up all those months ago. You had completely forgotten about this itinerary. In fact, when you and Mingyu had broken up you had completely scrapped all thoughts of coming to New York City at all. 
“You still have this?” You asked. Mingyu’s eyebrows scrunched together uncertainly, and shrugged. 
“I...” He trailed off, clearly trying to think of something good to say. “We should go now so that we have plenty of time to get in our seats.” 
“I can’t believe we just saw a Broadway musical,” you said excitedly. “And Beetlejuice at that? Remember, that was the only thing I listened to for like a straight month.” 
Mingyu smiled at you as he took his coat off and began to take yours off your shoulders. 
“Dead mom was stuck in my head for like a week straight,” he replied with a chuckle. “How could I forget?” 
You sang the song quietly under your breath for a moment and then your eyes fell on the single bed in the room. You swallowed hard. 
“Uhm, so what are we going to do about...?” 
You didn’t even have to finish. Mingyu finished hanging up your two’s coats and then joined you looking at the bed. 
“I’ll just sleep on the floor. They have extra bedding in the closet.” 
“What?” You blurted. “You shouldn’t be the one to sleep on the floor. You spent so much money on this room-” 
“I keep telling you to forget about the money-” 
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” you finished. 
“Not happening,” Mingyu replied with a shake of his head. “Why are you being so bratty on this trip? It’s just a few nights on the floor. I’ll survive.” 
“Bratty?” You blurted, your mouth dropping in disbelief. “Did you really just call me bratty?” 
“You keep worrying about money when I tell you not to.” 
“Even when we were dating, I didn’t like it when you spoiled me!” You insisted.  
That wasn’t entirely true, and you knew by the narrowing of his eyes that Mingyu could tell. You had liked it when Mingyu spent money on you because you knew that was a part of his love language, and you could pay him back in your own ways. 
But here? Now? How would you pay him back? 
And furthermore, why was he using his love language on you here and now? Six months after your breakup. Six months after he was supposed to take you back. 
You glanced up at him as he began to pull something out of his suitcase. 
Six months too late. 
“Let’s just share the bed,” you suggested. Mingyu looked back at you, frowning slightly. 
“Share...?” 
“We’re already crossing every boundary,” you pointed out. “Might as well cross this one too.” 
You went over to your own bag. 
“Besides, it’s a king size. It’ll be like we’re both in our own bed.” 
Even though you said that laying down in the bed with Mingyu made you nervous. 
“Do you mind if I read something?” Mingyu asked. You gestured for him to go ahead and rolled over so that your back was to him. You were scared to move. Practically hugging the side of the bed as you stared at the beige wall in front of you illuminated in the amber light. 
“Is it too bright?” Mingyu asked. You shook your head against your pillow. 
“No, I’m fine.” 
“Are you sure you’re okay with sharing the bed?” Mingyu continued. You glanced back at him over your shoulder. 
“Of course, I suggested it.” 
“You’re stiff as a board,” Mingyu pointed out. Your mouth gaped. 
“I’m not-” 
“We were together for-” 
“Okay fine, I’m a little on edge,” you replied. “It’s just that we broke up. I mean we can pretend all we want that it’s not but... It’s weird.” 
Mingyu nodded. 
“Let me just take the floor.” 
“I’ll get over it,” you replied firmly. You turned back around. “If I’m not sleeping on the floor, no one is sleeping on the floor.” 
Mingyu sighed but didn’t argue your point. 
“Tell me if I should turn the light off.” 
You didn’t tell Mingyu to turn the light off, but you didn’t fall asleep either. Time passed until Mingyu’s pages stopped turning, and the light went off, and he laid down in the bad. It wasn’t until long after his breathing evened out that you were finally able to drift asleep. 
When you woke up on your own side of the bed you had never felt more relieved in your life. You were on your side of the bed, not wrapped in Mingyu’s arms with your head on your chest or anything of the sort. 
After the whole one bed debacle you had been sure that you had been thrust into some shitty hallmark movie about being forced to spend time with your ex for holidays (one that probably wouldn’t have a happy ending but... Who knew.) Maybe that one cliché was just a coincidence. You sat up in bed, not really surprised to find that Mingyu was awake and reading through his book again. 
While he had never been much of a reader, Mingyu read what Wonwoo read, and this must have been his most recent recommendation. 
You quietly got out of bed, going over to your suitcase to pull out your outfit for today. 
“Mind if I shower?” You asked, noting that it looked like he had already gotten ready. 
“No go ahead. We have a reservation for breakfast in an hour.” 
Your eyebrows shot up. 
“We aren’t just eating breakfast here at the hotel?” 
“In New York City?” Mingyu questioned back. “If I remember right...” 
He pulled out that wrinkled paper itinerary. 
“You were very excited about Old John’s Diner.” 
You couldn’t help the way that your eyes lit up at the reminder of the restaurant. 
“Oh my god, chocolate chip waffles,” you said excitedly. “I’ll be out so fast.” 
True to your word, within the next hour you and Mingyu were sitting down at Old John’s diner. The diner was everything that you had imagined it to be in the pictures. Green stools at a bar, light up Parquette's that read: Take a Break and Sweet Dreams. An espresso machine to match the green bar stools, a led light that read: Since 1959. 
You were practically buzzing in excitement as you slid into one of the booths, your fingers spreading across the marble tabletops. 
“I can’t believe we’re actually here,” you hissed. Your waitress walked over adorned in a red hankerchief tied around her head like a headband and she smiled handing the two of you a menu. 
“Good morning,” she greeted. “Can I get you two started with anything? Water? Coffee?” 
“An Americano,” Mingyu said. 
“A latte,” you piped up afterwards. The waitress wrote down the menu items and smiled at the two of you.  
“I’ll give you some time to look at the menu and I’ll be back soon.” 
You didn’t have to look at the menu to know that you wanted chocolate chip waffles. How could you want anything but chocolate chip waffles? You had practically been thinking about these specific waffles for six months. 
But still you peeked up over the top of your menu, looking at Mingyu close, trying to tell by his eyes what he was going to pick. Six months ago you would have known. Six months ago he would have chosen exactly what you had suggested on the itinerary. 
But this wasn’t six months ago. This was now. 
“What are you thinking of getting?” You asked conversationally. Mingyu hummed, dragging his eyes up to yours. As soon as you two made eye contact however your eyes darted back towards your menu, feeling your heart do something strangely akin to skipping a beat. 
But surely, after having broken six months ago it was incapable of doing that. 
“Do I really have a choice?” He asked, but there was a smile in his voice. “Chocolate chip waffles.” 
Yep, that surely was that feeling in your chest. That echoing, body shaking thud after an absent one was nothing other than your heart reactigin to Mingyu’s words. You weren’t going to do this. 
You weren’t here to fall back in love with Kim Mingyu. 
 You were here to experience the city. To finally see Times Square dusted in snow. To take a walk through Central Park to- 
“Oh my god, wait.” You put your menu face down on the table. “If we are following my itinerary-” 
“To the T,” Mingyu added. 
“That means we’re doing.... Everything?” 
“Our next stop is Starbucks, and then we are seeing Santa Claus at the Empire State Building. We’ll get some KBBQ in Korea Town after that and then go to one of those Holiday Market’s you just wouldn’t stop talking about-” 
“Oh my god and then Spectacular Factory right?!” You exclaimed in excitement. 
“The Holiday Multiverse, open through January 8, is an imaginative multiverse of holiday villages with a candy cane carousel, thousands of nutcrackers, giant swinging jingle bells, holiday wreaths,” Mingyu read somewhat monotone. “We’ll hit the shops and check out the Holiday window displays.” 
“We’re finally going to get to go to Bergdorf Goodman,” you replied, fidgeting in your seat. “And shopping at Fao Schwarz.” 
“Which you kindly included closes at 8, so we have quite the day ahead of us,” Mingyu replied. “But luckily, the last thing on the docket today is open late.” 
Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to remember what the last thing for the day was, but you were drawing a blank. 
“McGee’s pub?” Mingyu reminded softly. 
“From How I Met Your Mother! The bar that inspired it all!” You exclaimed excitedly. You realized that you were getting a little loud and physically lowered your head a little. “Mingyu we’re keeping my entire itinerary?” 
“You spent hours on it!” Mingyu replied. “How could we do anything but?” 
He was right. You had spent a long time on it. But regardless it seemed crazy to you that he was going so far out of his way to make this the perfect vacation.  
“I’ve got to ask though... Starbucks?” 
When you looked at him you saw the jest in his eyes, but you still felt the need to defend yourself as if he wasn’t just joking. 
“It’s New York City!” You replied insistently. “How could I not get Starbucks in New York City?” 
A plate of gooey chocolate chip pancakes, and a tall caramel macchiato later and you and Mingyu were almost up for seeing Santa in none other than the Empire State Building itself. 
When you were younger and had imagined that architectural landmark you had never imagined it would be just as amazing as it was. Sure, it was just a building, but it still left you awestruck. Mingyu poked your arm. 
“We’re almost up,” he said softly. 
You thought it would be awkward to spend this time with Mingyu. And sure, it hadn’t been that long but so far it was everything but awkward. It was actually quite comfortable. You knew that if you had come to New York City for a weekend trip with most people your ideas would clash, but just like Mingyu had insisted since you started planning the trip when you were dating the trip was all about you and if you want to do it, then I will have fun guaranteed. 
“I can’t believe that you actually want to see Santa Claus,” you said with a scoff. 
“Hey, it was on your itinerary!” Mingyu protested. He crossed his arms. “Besides, I have something I need to ask Santa.” 
You laughed incredulously. 
“Mingyu,” you lowered your voice a few octaves. “Santa’s not real. He can’t make your Christmas wish come true.” 
Mingyu’s face contorted into that of a kicked puppies. His eyes wide, his eyebrows lax, his bottom lip protruding.  
“Not with that attitude he can’t.” 
“I just thought it would be good for pictures,” you said, resisting the urge to pat Mingyu’s head as if he actually were a dog. “But it seems a little odd to take pictures now.” 
“Proof that even exes can get along,” Mingyu said matter-of-factly. 
“Next.” 
You and Mingyu wormed your way around the velvet ropes up to the man pretending to be Santa Claus. He was sitting in a huge gold and velvet chair, with arm rests perfect for sitting on. 
“Well look what I have here,” Santa Claus boomed. “It’s always good to see older believers.” 
“Oh y/n, doesn’t really believe. Just wanted the pictures,” Mingyu tattled. 
“Yeah but you believe Mingyu. That’s what matters.” 
Mingyu’s eyes lit up in excitement that Santa knew his name, even though it was obvious that he had just overheard you two a few moments ago. Santa gestured for you two to take either side of him, patting his legs as you two took your seats by his side. 
“Now before the picture. Have you two been good this year?” Santa asked. Mingyu smiled so gummily it was like he was a little kid again. 
“Absolutely! I pulled a few pranks on the boys but overall, I’ve been good.” 
Santa let out a hearty laugh. 
“A few pranks is okay,” he said. He turned his attention to you. “And you? Have you been good this year?” 
“I’ve made a few mistakes,” you replied, risking a glance at Mingyu. “Some people think I’ve made ones I haven’t, but other than that I think I’ve been good.” 
“Well, we can’t help what others think,” Santa replied. “ But remember, this is the time of truth and forgiveness. If there’s ever a time that you would be able to convince someone of something you know to be true. Now is it.” 
Santa shrugged off-handedly. 
“Maybe that person already half-believes it anyways.” 
You couldn’t help but think that Santa was awfully on point with his speech but before you could say anything about it he was turning his attention to Mingyu. 
“Now Mingyu,” he said. “What is it that you want for Christmas?” 
Mingyu gestured for Santa to lean close. 
“I can’t let y/n hear or it won’t come true,” he insisted, making you roll your eyes. You couldn’t hear what Mingyu said but you noticed that his eyes stayed on you the whole time he told Santa his wish, and his expression was scarily serious. 
Santa nodded. 
“I’ll see what I can do,” he said seriously. He turned to you. “And what do you want for Christmas?” 
You knew that you were supposed to say something dumb that any adult would say. Or you were supposed to ask for something a kid would ask as as joke: Oh I’m still waiting on that Easy-bake oven. 
But any joke that was going to leave your mouth died on your lips. 
“I just want him to believe me,” you whispered softly. Your eyes flickered to Mingyu’s worried that he could hear you. Honestly, his serious expression didn’t tell you if he had heard or not, but regardless Santa pulled back. 
“I think I’ll be able to deliver on those Christmas gifts,” Santa said, sending a wink towards Mingyu. “Now why don’t we smile for the camera? Say Merry Christmas!” 
After Korean BBQ, the next destination was Grand Central Station for the Holiday Market. 
Again, you were taken aback by just how majestic the building was. Despite how people brushed into your sides, and how many different vendors there were to go look at you were completely awed by how large Grand Central was. The room was easily five times larger than you thought it was going to be. 
A giant, beige atrium with huge windows and wreaths scattered across the walls. 
“Are you sure you shouldn’t have gone into architecture?” Mingyu asked in amusement as he dragged you through the terminal. “You aren’t even paying attention to the venders.” 
You gave him a serious look. 
“I’m seriously wondering that as well.” 
It surprised you how much Mingyu was paying attention to you. He made sure not to wander away from you in the market. Noticed when you rushed away to look at something. He even made sure you didn’t miss a booth he knew that you would love. 
Mingyu had always been like this… Always known you so well.  
“I can’t believe we are actually here,” you exclaimed, your shoulder brushing against his. As soon as you made contact you shifted your body so that you were no longer touching. “This is so exciting.” 
Mingyu rolled his eyes lightly. 
“I never saw what you saw in that show,” he murmured. You ignored him and rushed over to the bar. You waved over a bartender, sliding them your ID and your card. 
“Can you open a tab? I think I would be remise to not start with the Naked Man,” you said excitedly. You nudged Mingyu. “And let’s see... A Gay Pirate or a Daddy’s Home for my friend here?” 
“Seems like a Gay Pirate sort of guy to me,” the bartender commented, a laugh left your lips, but it only made Mingyu grumble. 
“A Daddy’s Home,” he insisted. “Trust me. Under different circumstances I would be able to prove with this one alone that a Daddy’s Home suits me more.” 
Your face blazed red. 
“Naked Man, and Daddy’s Home,” you replied quickly, desperately not wanting Mingyu to elaborate on his comment. “We’ll be sitting over there.” 
You dragged Mingyu over to one of the booths, only to be shortly followed by your drinks. Both of your drinks, of course, being references to some of the ways that one of the characters, Barney, would pick-up girls. 
“Remind me again...” Mingyu said. “The Naked Man?” 
“When a date is going bad you ask to go up to their place to use the restroom- or any excuse really to get into their place. Then when you two are in separate rooms you strip naked and surprise them.” 
“And the show is claiming people will actually sleep with you after that?” 
“It has a two-thirds success rate,” you replied. Mingyu laughed incredulously.  
“And Daddy’s Home?” 
He gestured to his own drink. 
“Barney has so much rizz he can just walk up to a girl and say those two words to her, and she’ll be in his bed.” 
“No way,” Mingyu said, his body shaking with his laughter. “How could I possibly forget that?”  You leaned close to Mingyu, giving him a seductive expression. 
“Daddy’s home.” 
Mingyu laughed at your bravado and got up from the table. 
“You got me, I’ll be in your bed tonight,” he jested. “I’m going to get another drink. What should I get this time?” 
“Oh, I have the perfect drink you should get a..... Wait for it...” You paused just like Barney would in the show and then after a few silent moments you concluded. “Wait for it, the drink. It’s a drink.” 
Mingyu laughed at your antics. 
“Okay, I’ll be right back with a wait for it.” 
You nursed the drink in your hand as you looked around the somewhat familiar bar. As you sat there your phone began to go off. Your eyebrows scrunched and you raised your phone to your ear. 
“Hansol?” 
“Hey,” Hansol replied, clearly shifting the phone. “Are you and Mingyu fucking yet? Is this a good time?” 
“I know full well that you have me on Find My. You know that I’m at a bar right now.” 
Hansol laughed. 
“How’s New York?” 
“Beautiful,” you murmured. “Amazing.” 
You sighed. 
“Mingyu has been... He’s keeping my itinerary!” You exclaimed. Hansol’s confusion was heard through his voice. 
“What?” 
“Remember when we were first planning the trip?” You replied. “He kept my original plans. We went to see Beetlejuice yesterday and today we went to see Santa Claus at the Empire State Building!” 
Hansol was quiet on the other side of the line, so you sighed. 
“Yeah... I know.” 
“Do you?” Hansol asked. “Do you really know? Because it seems to me like you don’t realize just how stupid you are being.” 
“Nothing’s happening,” you insisted softly. “You’re being so dramatic. Everything has been normal. Just like we are two friends in New York City for a weekend.” 
“Yeah, nothing romantic about New York at Christmas,” Hansol agreed. “It may be fine right now but sooner or later you two are going to start getting to that point where the friendship is so comfortable it feels like your relationship all over again and then...” 
“The breakup is going to come back up,” you whispered. 
“Exactly.” 
“I don’t want to think about that right now.” You looked up and as you did Mingyu was standing there, setting his drink on the table. His eyebrows rose slightly, and you pointed at the phone, mouthing Hansol’s name. Mingyu nodded and sat down. “All I know is it’s been a good weekend. And look, I should be going.” 
“Mingyu’s back isn’t he?” Hansol asked. 
“Yeah.” 
“Let me hold you for just a little longer,” Hansol said. “Dasom is going on a trip too so it’s just me for the holiday’s.” 
“What?” You asked. “What about your mom? Sofia?” 
“They’re travelling so we’re not having Christmas until the 27th.” 
“Ah gee, I’m sorry,” you said softly. “You should come here. You could hang out with Mingyu and I.” 
“I do not want to be there when whatever you and Mingyu have going on goes up in flames,” Hansol replied. “Just think of calling me a bit this weekend. Send pictures.” 
“For sure,” you agreed. “I’m sorry I wouldn’t have come if I had known.” 
“It really is okay. Talk to you tomorrow?” 
You nodded and Hansol sighed. 
“Tell Mingyu I say hi.” 
“Okay. Bye Hansol.” 
You hung up the phone, shooting Mingyu an apologetic smile. 
“Hansol’s really worried about me,” you explained softly. You let that sit and then realized what you had said. “Not really of you or anything... It’s just he’s worried I’m going to get my heart broken.” 
You noticed that it didn’t get better the more you said. 
“Why would you be the heart broken one?” Mingyu asked. “I was the one who got cheated on.” 
Your lips pressed together uncomfortably, and you tried to think of a way to change the topic but you didn’t have to. Instead Mingyu tipped his drink towards you. 
“Yn. You should catch me up on what you’ve had going on,” he encouraged. You stared at him, suspiciously you’ll admit, and it made him sigh. 
“This is your bar isn’t it?” Mingyu pointed out softly. You looked down at your drink. “Let’s have fun? Like your tv friends. Tell me what you’ve had going on!” 
At first, you just told Mingyu little things. Tried to talk more about others than your life, but that didn’t work for very long because it was Mingyu you were talking to, and he knew you. Each time he made you laugh, or reminded you of some stupid inside joke you two shared it made your heart ache a little more. You didn’t mean to drink much... You really didn’t, but how could you not drink when all you could think was that eventually this was going to end. And come December 27th, you were going to be alone all over again, with Yoon Jeonghan trying to convince you to sleep with a stranger at a bar. 
And so, it wasn’t really all that surprising, that by an hour in you were completely wasted, and while it was surprising that Mingyu would ever actually be drunk, considering the amount at which you had been watching him dunk back drinks it made sense that he was in fact drunk. 
And, considering the way the conversation had turned... You knew that you both had to have been completely wasted to be joking about the fact that you had cheated on him. 
He laughed, but you could hear your heart thudding in your ears. You waited for the blaming to start again, waited to have to fight for your life trying to convince him that you hadn’t cheated. 
In fact, the sentence was on your tongue- 
“Unless... You didn’t cheat on me,” he continued. Your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. You couldn’t let your hopes get up. It had been too long since the breakup. He had probably stopped thinking about you months ago. There was no way that he had even come close to thinking that maybe you didn’t cheat on him. 
“Mingyu what are you talking about?” You asked. 
“The weirdest thing about our break up was probably the fact that I thought I knew you,” Mingyu said. “One thing that I had always taken for granted was that I could read you. I always knew when you were lying or telling the truth.” 
You let a small smile flicker across your lips. 
“God that was so frustrating,” you agreed softly. “I couldn’t lie to you if I wanted to.” 
“So how did you hide an affair from me?” Mingyu asked. You sighed, resting your head on your hand. 
“Do we really have to talk about this?” You asked. “It’s not going to get us anywhere.” 
“Just answer the question.” 
There’s nothing to answer,” you replied. “I didn’t hide an affair because I didn’t cheat on you. I don’t even know who the guy is that I supposedly cheated on you with!” 
“He’s one of Dasom’s friends,” Mingyu replied. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 
“Wait one of Dasom’s friends-”  “You just... Even with all the proof laid out for me it doesn’t make sense.” 
Mingyu set down his drink and the now empty glass clicked against the table. 
“Can we not talk about this?” You asked Mingyu. “I don’t want to argue with you.” 
“I know you didn’t cheat on me,” Mingyu said finally. 
You looked at him, and your eyes drifted down to his drink. You wanted to be able to blame the alcohol on his words but he had barely drank anything at all. 
You thought maybe you hadn’t drank enough so you dipped the rest of your drink into your mouth. Your nose scrunched at the burn. 
“No you don’t,” you said. 
“I do,” Mingyu reasserted. “Look... I just-” 
He interupted himself to let out a frustrated noise. 
“When I saw those texts on your phone I felt so betrayed. I thought I knew you? I had already had someone telling me that you were cheating. They just pointed out some of your behaviors and claimed it was weird so there was this seed in my brain. And then I told Soonyoung about it...” 
He hesitated and glanced at the bar like he needed another drink. 
“Texts are so definitive and so I just cut you off. Soonyoung told me that was the best idea. You could convince me it wasn’t true and we knew it was, but... I know you.” 
“You don’t know me,” you negated.  
“I do and the whole time it felt wrong, and I have been scrounging for any excuse to get in contact with you again because you would never cheat on me.” 
You felt something warm and wet slide down your cheek and you immediately reached up to wipe the liquid away. There was no way Mingyu knew what he was saying. He couldn’t possibly mean what you thought he meant. 
“I do mean it,” Mingyu insisted. “Today only reminded me that having you in my life is the best thing that ever happened to me and I was stupid to cut you out without hearing you out.” 
“You were just protecting yourself.” 
“But it’s you,” Mingyu emphasized. He reached across the table and took your hands in his. “Will you date me again?” 
“Mingyu...” 
“I know that leaving you hurt you, and I promise to never do it again,” he insisted. “In six months, I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I’ve typed your number in my phone a million times. Soonyoung has taken all communication devices away from me when I was drunk countless times.” 
He squeezed your hands comfortingly. The only problem with that being that now you couldn’t stop the tears streaking down your cheeks. 
“Communication and trust are the two most important things in a relationship,” Mingyu continued. “I trust you, and I promise this time I will do nothing but communicate with you.” 
He made sure your eyes were on his for this next part. 
“I love you. Please come back to me.” 
You had to pull your hands away from Mingyu at this point because you were full on sobbing. Your hands covered your face as you rapidly wiped tears from your cheeks, only for them to immediately be streaked all over again. 
After only a few moments of your constrained gasps and hiccups you felt someone slide in beside you and muscular arms wrapped themselves around your body. You didn’t care to fight it anymore. You didn’t care what Hansol had to say about it. 
You turned into Mingyu’s body, letting yourself soak his shirt. 
“I’m sorry,” you managed to get out. One of his hands fell on your head. 
“For what?” He whispered. 
“For not being strong enough to protect you,” you mumbled. Mingyu laughed. 
“You’re the last person I need protected from.” 
When you had finally stopped crying you and Mingyu made your way back to the hotel. You were mostly quiet, your heart racing in your chest, both from the thrill of Mingyu’s confession and the uncertainty of what you really should do. 
Once you two had laid down you waited until his breathing evened to sneak out of bed and call Hansol in the hall. 
“Why the fuck are you calling me at two in the morning?” 
You completely ignored Hansol’s tone of voice. 
“You were right,” you mumbled. A surprised tone left Hansol’s side of the phone and you heard shuffling like he was sitting up in bed. 
“What happened?” 
“Mingyu confessed to me. He told me he loves me. He told me he believes me.” 
Hansol was quiet for a moment. 
“And?” 
“I believe him,” you replied softly. You heard Hansol let out a frustrated sigh. 
“I knew that this trip was only going to end one way,” he mumbled. 
“Well, is it a bad thing?” You blurted. “He loves me! I love him!” 
“But that doesn’t take away those messages on your phone.” 
You sighed. 
“But he trusts me. Text messages or not, he believes that I didn’t cheat on him.” 
“I mean if he really does feel that way, than that’s enough.” 
And there it was. The reason you called. The words you wanted to hear.  
“It’s enough,” you agreed.  
“But if he doesn’t feel that way...” Hansol started and you groaned. 
“But he does.” 
“You don’t know that for sure,” Hansol bit back. “I mean, what is going on with you two anyways? Weren’t you at a bar earlier-” 
“Well-” 
“And now, what? You are two exes, who just had an extremely romantic day in New York City at Christmas. Remembering the good old days, thinking about how Mingyu even smells the same way you remember him-” 
“He-” 
“And then you two go get drunk, high on the thought that Mingyu loves you, and what’s going to happen next?” 
You felt frustration bubbling inside your hazy brain. Because you wanted Hansol to be wrong. He was so stupid. Because Mingyu didn’t just say things. He didn’t just say he loved people. If he said it he meant it and... He had never said something drunk that he hadn’t meant to say... 
“Shut up Hansol.” 
“You know I’m right.” 
“You’re not rght Hansol, you’re wrong and you’re stupid and shut up,” you blurted out angrily. There was silence between the two of you. The silence in which you recalled just how drunk you were. Just how sad you were because you wanted everything that Mingyu had said to be true. You wanted him to be in love with you. 
“If he believes that you didn’t cheat, that’s enough,” Hansol said finally. Your fingers tightened on your phone. It was like he had hit rewind. 
“It’s enough,” you agreed firmly. 
You and Hansol were silent for a few moments, and then he sighed. 
“Did I say what you wanted? Can I go back to sleep now? Not all of us are on vacation you know.” 
A smile spread over your face even though you knew that Hansol didn’t really think it was enough. Even though you knew that it wasn’t enonugh. 
“Yeah, thanks Hansol.” 
Hansol grumbled back a you’re welcome and the connection promptly ended. You pressed your back against the wall of the hotel hallway and sighed, looking down at the carpet beneath your feet. 
Not a stain in sight. Mingyu had really done too much. 
Your heart skipped a slight beat. He had always been like that though. Spoiling you. 
It made warmth spread in your chest to think that this whole trip had been a plan to get back together for Mingyu. He wasn’t just being nice, he had planned this. Everything was done perfectly, purposefully to remind you both what it was like to be together. 
As you stood there thinking about Mingyu, the door to the hotel creaked open and Mingyu’s head popped around the corner. You stared at each other silently for a moment, a smile crossing his lips while your face reddened. 
“Hansol’s on our side now?” He asked, his hair wet from what you presumed was a shower. You stared at Mingyu for a moment, his words going over your head. You watched the water drip down his neck, and you noticed that where a shirt should be there was the collar of a fluffy white bath robe. 
You swallowed hard. 
“I thought you were a sleep,” you replied. He shrugged and pressed the hotel room door open further, and with that you caught sight of his whole body. No shirt... No pants... His white robe tied loosely around his waist barely concealing anything at all. 
He closed the distance between the two of you, his hand raising to caress your cheek. Your face burned even darker as he grew closer to you. 
“You always hated it when I kissed you right after drinking,” he mumbled. 
“Because you tasted like bad beer,” you replied, your nose wrinkling. Mingyu chuckled. “But you... You brushed your teeth.” 
Mingyu took that as all the approval he needed. He closed the distance between the two of you dragging you into a deep kiss. You felt yourself pressing closer to him as you two kissed, you raising your own hands to his cheeks to keep him as close as possible. 
God, it had been so long since you kissed someone, and you missed the feeling of needing someone’s lips on yours as much as you needed to breath. And as you two kissed your whole body began to burn. 
Mingyu walked you back a bit, pressing you into the wall. His knee settling between your legs. His hands brushed further back on your head, one of them lowering down to your neck, his thumb brushing the base of your throat as his other hand tugged lightly at your hair. 
You whimpered into Mingyu’s mouth involuntarily and you shifted your own hands to Mingyu’s wet hair. It was so slick, and he was so warm and this hallway was so cold. 
Mingyu’s hand began to make its way down your body, sliding down your sides, growing closer to a spot in which you really wanted Mingyu to touch you. 
And of course, with the worst timing ever that was when you heard the door click behind Mingyu. You, regrettably, pulled away from him. 
“Mingyu, did you bring out a key?” You asked. Mingyu’s eyebrows rose. 
“You didn’t?” 
“I left the door cracked!” 
Mingyu let out a soft laugh and his warmth escaped you. 
“I’ll go downstairs and get a spare key from the front counter.” 
You nodded. 
“Yeah, okay.” 
You thought about standing in the hall alone for a minute. 
“I’ll come with you.” 
When the two of you got back into the room, your body was still burning now partly with jealousy because the lady at the desk was about as distracted by your wet barely clothed ex-boyfriend as you were. And that had made you drag him back to your room, and that had meant Mingyu’s hand was on the back of your neck the entire rest of the trip back up. 
But the second that door was closed, and you stared at Mingyu with wide kiss me, fuck me eyes, he was groaning and pinching the bridge of his nose. 
“Y/n, you need to go to sleep,” he said softly. Your disappointment was clearly expressed on your face. He groaned again. 
“You don’t even know how badly I want to...” He let out a small laugh, his eyes flickering across your body. “But not like this... Not drunk. Not exes. Not without knowing that you want me too... So you need to go to sleep.” 
You resisted the urge to scream because when did men get so smart and emotionally intelligent. You nodded. 
“I’m going to take a shower first.” 
And when you got back out, Mingyu was already pretending to sleep, a wall of pillows piled in the middle of the bed. 
Despite going to sleep so late, you and Mingyu were still up early enough to go to Pershing Café, and get some of the best, most fluffy pancakes that you had ever had in your life. After eating, Mingyu gidily asked you if you remembered what was next on the itinerary- you didn’t. 
At least you didn’t until the two of you were holding pairs of ice skates. 
This trip hadn’t felt real when you had planned it. Sure you had written up the perfect itinerary, meeting Santa Claus and going to a tv show bar, but regardless it had never really felt real. So standing with Mingyu in the center of Rockefeller Square? 
Well, you briefly forgot how to breath. 
Mingyu was acting so casually about everything, as if the Christmas tree that loomed over the square wasn’t the biggest you had ever seen, and as if ice skating at Rockefeller Square wasn’t something that you had dreamed about doing. As if, he hadn’t drunkenly confessed he still loved you the night before. As if you hadn’t almost let him fuck you. 
“Come on,” he said, laughing at your dazzlement. “If you never get your skates on, we’ll never get on the ice.” 
You nodded and sat down next to him, but you weren’t able to do much because as soon as you were down Mingyu was on his knees in front of you.  
If when you had woken up this morning you had been under the impression that your conversation at the bar hadn’t happened, that thought was nearly immediately banished from your mind, because everything about the way that Mingyu was treating you today, screamed that he was trying to win you back. 
Your face blazed in embarrassment. 
“Mingyu,” you hissed. “What are you doing?” 
“Helping you put your skates on,” Mingyu replied innocently. Before you could protest more he was slipping your shoes off, and replacing them with the clunky ice skates. 
His indifference to the situation didn’t make you any less embarrassed, and the girls looking over and cooing in envy at the sight of the two of you did make you more embarrassed. 
“Mingyu, I’m not a princess,” you protested, but you let him tie the shoes regardless because who were you to try and convince Kim Mingyu not to do something when he was determined. Mingyu just smiled up at you, as if he could read your thoughts. 
“But I can still treat you like one.” 
He stood up and held out his hand to you. 
“Come on, you’re good at ice skating, right?” 
You and Mingyu had never been on an ice-skating date before, and it wasn’t because you were afraid of the cold or the ice. It was because you knew that if Mingyu went down, you were going down too. You had no clue whether Mingyu would be good at ice skating or not. He could be amazing at it but he could also be absolutely terrible and either way you wouldn’t bat your eye. 
You had sort of secretly figured you would be better than him at it. 
You had sort of secretly figured wrong. 
Mingyu insisted on holding your hand. Of course, he did, considering all the other couples were doing so and the part of you that wanted to remind him that you two weren’t together anymore (thanks to him) couldn’t say it when you saw the look in his eyes.  
And thank god he did end up quietly convincing you to hold his hand because you couldn’t stay upright to save your life. While you would have fallen if Mingyu went down, Mingyu was as stable as a wall as you tumbled to the ground. He just laughed, slowed to a stop, peeked down at you: “Are you okay?” And lifted you up off the ground like it was nothing. 
It was humiliating, really, how much time you were spending sitting on the ice versus skating on it, but seeing Mingyu’s radiant smile and hearing his infectious laugh every time you fell made you not even care about the bruises you would surely have later. And it made your heart yearn because the thought that this might be one of the last times you ever hold Mingyu’s hand hurt worse than any fall. 
“Maybe we should call it a day,” Mingyu said after about an hour. You had gotten a bit more control of your balance at this point and you were skating just as good as the five-year-old that had just gotten here. 
“Tired of picking me up?” You managed to get out in a teasing tone because now your arms, your heart, and your ego had been bruised in one short hour. 
“No,” Mingyu laughed. “Your nose is just red from the cold, and if I remember right the next thing on our itinerary is hot chocolate.” 
“This, is a marshmallow shop.” 
“A marshmallow shop with some of the best hot chocolate in New York City,” you replied pointedly. You looked along the wall at all the bags of the different types of marshmallows. You couldn’t help the way that you were practically drooling. Squish Marshmallows had a variety of different marshmallow flavors: Rocky Road, peanut butter and jelly, tea and scones. 
“What could tea and scones even taste like?” You asked excitedly. Mingyu seemed just as intrigued as you did. 
“We can’t just get hot chocolate here,” Mingyu said, practically bouncing as he spoke. A complete 360 from his initial reaction upon seeing the store. “I never knew that I needed cookie dough marshmallows in my life, but now I know I do.” 
You laughed as Mingyu led you up to the counter, remembering what it was like to have Kim Mingyu match your energy.  
First ordering two cups of hot chocolate, both with your choice of marshmallow, and then ordering a variety of the different flavors for you two to try. You had to stop him after back tracking to get more than two of each flavor: 
“But what if we like them all so much we want more?” 
“Think about the calories Mingyu.” 
“What is the point of vacation if I’m thinking about calories?”  
“So, how long have you been planning this?” You asked softly. “Like, really.” 
“Thinking of what? Getting you back?” You didn’t respond so he mulled over what you had asked. “I think I was upset for about a month before I started to think about you. Like really think about you.” 
You two wandered around the Union Square Holiday Market, him stopping at a booth with little yarn bracelets. 
“I thought about what our relationship used to be like. Like I remembered you letting me come over after you got out of classes because I hadn’t gotten to see you all day. I remembered that you let me keep you up until five even thought you had an eight am.” 
Mingyu picked up one of the bracelets up, showing it to you: “Is this still your favorite color?”  
Your heart was pounding in your throat so hard that you couldn’t even open your mouth to answer. You just nodded. Mingyu smiled down at the bracelet, nodding slowly. 
“Real,” he whispered, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. Before you could even realize he was doing it- Mingyu was buying the bracelet, and handing it straight to you. 
“So I already missed you and that was when I got an email reminder that I had booked this trip. And that is when I started to plan this.” 
Of course. 
“Months,” you mumbled softly, your fingers picking at the bracelet Mingyu had just given you. The bracelet that had been next to so many in a similar shade of the one in your hand. A bracelet that Mingyu had skimmed over a few times while he looked at the bracelets before finally setting on that one, that one perfect one. Because this wasn’t just your favorite color, it was near perfect to the exact shade down to the color code that you liked. 
How could he have remembered something like that about you? 
“Mingyu do you know how crazy it is to have been planning to convince me to go on a trip to New York city with you before... I don’t know, asking me to grab coffee with you and talk through our break up?” 
The question irritated Mingyu. 
“What do you expect? Me to sit you down in some coffee shop that will make me want to bang my fist into the wall and ask you if you cheated on me?” He asked you. 
“Well what do you expect?” You shot back at him. “What conversation do you think we will have in New York City that we wouldn’t have in that stupid coffee shop?” 
Mingyu’s nostrils flared a little bit. 
“Did you cheat on me?” He asked you. 
“No,” you pressed. You two were quiet before finally Mingyu pointed at a stand behind you, adorned in fancy lanterns, the green roof only a bit taller than him. 
“And do we have a lantern stand at your coffee shop?” He asked you. He pointed at the booth next to it. “Or a caricature stand?” 
Your eyes narrowed at Mingyu. 
“How do two people fight in New York City y/n?” 
You wanted to point out that technically, this was a fight. That no amount of christmas lights or kids walking past the two of you would make this not a fight.  
“New York City doesn’t make me love you again,” you said softly. A flash of hurt went through Mingyu’s eyes. 
“But New York City can make you fall back in love with me,” Mingyu replied. Your fingers twitched at your sides because it was hard enough to be in love with Mingyu and have to pretend you weren’t because this was all so stupid. The kind of stupid that only you and Mingyu could possibly have gotten caught up in. 
But instead, you leaned into what Mingyu had been trying to say earlier. 
“Are those... Are those not the most beautiful wooden ornaments you have ever seen?” You asked him, pointing behind him. When Mingyu didn’t respond, you pressed the issue. “No, Mingyu, these are so beautiful I think actually that your mom would love one.” 
The atmosphere between the two of you quickly evolved back into what it had been before, and that was perfect and just in time for the next item on your docket. 
“Street dogs!” You said excitedly rushing up to the carnival-esque hot dog stand on the side of the road. You bounced at the edge of the stand, waiting patiently for Mingyu to join you at your side, your eyes focused on the red and yellow sinage before you.  
“Nathan’s famous,” you said excitedly. “This is the next thing on the list right?” 
“Right you are,” he replied pointedly. “And after this George Balanchine’s The Nutcracker. Balcony seats.” 
You gasped, and you didn’t know why you were even surprised at this point. You slapped your hand against his chest. 
“That’s too expensive,” you insisted. 
“I figured we could spare a buck or two with how much money we’re spending on our meal before hand,” he replied, his tone high with jest. 
“You know that you’re crazy for this right?” You asked Mingyu.  He smiled down at you, still completely unbeknowst of the sullen mood that had suddenly overcome you. “I’m serious.” 
You shifted your wait and gestured, frustratedly at the New York City streets as if they had done something to offend you. 
“You can fool me with the other things. The plane ticket, the hotel room, even the broadway tickets- Which by the way I know you can easily just resale,” you stated pointedly. “But tickets to the Nutcracker?” 
“I’m not trying to hide anymore the fact that I made this trip happen,” Mingyu said, and his tone was still airy while yours was drowning in your own frustrations. “And whether or not my very brillant plan works, I will not regret the money I spend on this trip.” Your faced was painted in dismay. “And I will not regret the money I spend on these hot dogs.” 
“We are not dating,” you said back insistently. 
Frustration flickered across Mingyu’s face, while he was trying so hard not to fight. 
“Y/n, it’s just ballet tickets.” 
“You shouldn’t be spending money on the girl who cheated on you,” you stated bluntly. And again, Mingyu’s expression soured. 
“Y/n, don’t-” 
Someone suddenly bumped into Mingyu, causing him to inturn bump into you. His hands immediately went to your shoulders to help settle you. You two looked over at the person that had bumped into you two and it was curiously enough a Santa. He gave you an apologetic expression. 
“I’m so sorry to bump into you two,” he said softly. He let out a small but hearty laugh. “But it seems that you two don’t mind too much.” 
He sighed, sounding a bit exhausted. 
“Young love...” 
“Oh it’s not-” 
“But, oh, you won’t hear me complaining that much,” he continued, ignoring your protests. “Even though Mrs. Claus and I have our ups and downs sometimes even after all these years she still makes me feel like a teenager all over again.” 
He laughed again shaking his head. 
Neither you or Mingyu knew what to say but you didn’t have to because after only a few moments you heard the sound of christmas beels ringing. He reached down and pulled out a pocket watch. He tutted when he saw the time. 
“I’m always late,” he said with a shake of his head. Then his eyebrows furrowed and he gestured to the two of you. “And don’t you two have a ballet to catch?” 
Mingyu suddenly snapped out of his trance. 
“Oh! He’s right, we’re going to be late,” He said. He rushed over to the hot dog stand that lucky had no line nad quickly bought to hot dogs for the two of you. He shoved one into your handd. 
“Come on, we’ve got to go.” 
You couldn’t be mad at Mingyu for the amount of money he had spent on you for too long, because when you started crying during the Nutcracker and you reached over to grab Mingyu’s hand and saw that he was actually crying harder than you were you remembered one of Mingyu’s finer points. 
He was one of the most caring people that you had ever met. Mingyu never let a single person around him feel uncared for, unless they were an absolutely horrrible person. He was able to make connections with anyone and everyone. The kind of person who saw someone crying on a sidewalk, would stop to talk to them, and would actually be able to comfort said person. 
When you two had first met that had been the reason you didn’t realize at first he liked you. Because the whining for attention, the offers to carry your things, the middle of the night texts to come over and play video games and actually playing video games screamed not only just friends in your face but also treats everyone this way. 
But then he asked you out and you realized that despite the fact he was nice to everyone, that niceness was different when it came to you. So at first, maybe the first few months with Mingyu you were jealous. Jealous of every girl that he talked to. Even jealous of his friends. 
And then it hit you that there was something different about you. Something that made you stand apart to Mingyu from all the other people. 
And even though you couldn’t see it, that was enough for you. 
And it had always been enough for you. 
And despite everything that thing that Mingyu saw that set you apart from others had made him continue to think about you even after he thought you had cheated on him. And it had made him think through what had happened. And it had made him doubt. And that was enough for you. 
You two were walking through the Dyker Heights with him, your shoulders brushing as you looked at the extravagant colorful lights decorating the houses. Mingyu kept letting your fingers brush, and while he pretended to be looking at the lights you knew that the only thing on his mind was you. 
You were a bit tired of pretending. 
You finally intertwined your hands together, feeling the giant man perk up at the touch. You sighed softly. 
“To be honest, I want to be with you,” you whispered. Mingyu’s fingers tigethened in your grasp. 
“Really?” He asked you softly. You looked back over at him, his face illuminated in red and blue lights. 
“Of course really,” you mumbled softly. You let out a small laugh, but there was pain concealed in it. “I thought you knew me.” 
Mingyu let out a soft laugh with you. 
“I do know you,” he said. “Y/n, did you cheat on me?” 
“No,” you insisted quickly. “I didn’t cheat on you! I didn’t even think about cheating on you. I don’t even know who the guy is.” 
Mingyu stared at you, seeming to note the desperation in your voice. 
“I told you already he’s Dasom’s friend,” he replied slwoly. 
“She’s never even mentioned him before!” You blurted back, the frustration rising. “Surely when I was balling my eyes out about the break up and about how I didn’t even know who that guy was she would have thought to mention that it was her friend.” 
Mingyu stared at you, his face molding into one of confusion. 
“What did you say?” 
You didn’t know what he was confused about. 
“That I was crying over our break up?” 
He shook his head, grabbing you by the shoulders. 
“No, no not that. You said Dasom was there when you were crying about your break up.” 
Your frustration simmered. 
“Well, yeah? She’s my friend.” 
“No she’s not,” Mingyu said bluntly. Your face contorted more. 
“What the fuck Mingyu? Yes, she is? You got Soonyoung in the break up and I got Dasom and Hansol,” you replied slowly. Mingyu let out a small laugh. 
“No, I got Soonyoung and Dasom in the breakup,” he replied. 
Jingle bells was playing in the distant background as you tried to process what Mingyu was saying. 
“You’re still friends with Dasom?” You asked. 
“Dasom was the one who told me that you were cheating on me,” he said insistently. Despite the fact that you two were clearly talking about something serious. You know the reason that you two broke up, Mingyu was now fully laughing now. You were still confused, and you furrowed your nose, turning your head a bit. 
“Mingyu I don’t understand.” 
“Dasom made everything up.” 
Before you could ask him what he was trying to get at, Mingyu was pulling out his phone. His phone started to ring, and he put it on speaker phone. When a small hello rang out- Dasom, Mingyu put a single to his lips. 
“Dasom, you were right.” 
As soon as Mingyu started to talk his joyous expression dropped.  
“Why don’t I listen to you more? You told me that y/n cheated on me back then. You told me that cheaters never change. You told me that I would get hurt all I over again but I still came to New York and-” 
He interrupted himself with a very convincing choked sob, that made you really think he was crying. You worriedly made eye contact with him, and at that he gave you the biggest, most radiant smile, you had seen on his face in a while. 
He was a psycopath. 
“Mingyu, I’m so sorry,” Dasom’s voice came sympathetically, and you noticed that with it her voice was rising. “It’s so hard to accept and notice when you are being used. But it’s over now then, yeah? You can finally move on.” 
“What is it that you always say to me?” Mingyu asked, his voice sounding broken. “That promise you always say?” 
“I’ll pick up the pieces that y/n broke,” Dasom said immediately, not even pausing in thought. “I’ll always be there for you Mingyu. I love you, and I can and will treat you the way that you deserve to be treated.” 
Again that smile broke out on Mingyu’s face. He gestured to his phone as if something huge had been revealed. 
“I have to go Dasom,” Mingyu said, his voice still sounding completely wrecked. “I just... I just can’t believe I let y/n break my heart again.” 
“Take all the time you need Mingyu.” 
Mingyu clicked to end the call, and then without even letting you process what the fuck just happened, he was grabbing your phone from you, unlocking it because you had never changed the password, and was dialing Dasom’s number. 
As the phone began to ring he shoved it back in your hand. 
“You’re heart broken, you don’t understand why I don’t trust you, and you need support from your friend,” he explained quickly. And then Dasom was picking up the call. 
“Y/n? What’s wrong? You don’t usually call me?” 
You didn’t give yourself time to think. You just did the one thing that you had wished Mingyu did six months ago, and blindly trusted him. 
“Dasom, I don’t understand. He still thinks... He still thinks that I cheated on him,” you said, your voice hushed. You made sure to take appropriate pauses, making it sound like you were having trouble speaking. 
“Y/n... Hansol and I told you that this trip would only end badly.” 
“But I don’t understand!” You exclaimed, your voice rising. “He told me all that time ago that he loved me, and then he doesn’t even believe that I don’t even know who the guy is I was supposed to be cheating on!” 
Mingyu was looking at you, very seriously, paying attention to every word. 
“Who even is that person?” 
“I don’t know y/n. We won’t ever know now will we? You both know now surely. You’re better off without one another.” 
And then, finally what Mingyu had been trying to insinuate. The thing that he had already somehow figured out, crashed into you like a train. Your heart skipped a beat, and for just a second the world slowed. 
And you last your chance at an Oscar. 
“Oh my god... You broke us up.” 
The phone call was silent for a few moments, and then Dasom spoke. Her voice scarily even. 
“What?” 
“You broke us up,” you said again, your voice rising. “The only person who could have had access to my phone other than Mingyu or Hansol was you. You put those texts on my phone. You played it out to be your friend to make your plan more convincing. You pretended to be both of our friends just so that you could fucking get Mingyu.” 
There was silence on the call as your brain continued to rush to catch up with your thoughts. 
“Because you’re in love with him.” 
More silence, and you looked up at Mingyu, not even realizing tears were streaming down your face. 
“You two are together... Aren’t you?” Dasom asked. 
“I thought we were friends,” you said, and you didn’t have to pretend that you were heart broken this time. You really were. 
“I saw Mingyu first y/n,” Dasom blurted with an anger that you didn’t even know that she had. “He loves you so much he was fucking blind. That’s not fair! It should have been me. I had to feed him so many lies, and convince Soonyoung that complete no contact was better just so that I could keep Mingyu from realizing the truth.” 
Her voice was shaking even over the phone. 
“But you two are both so fucking stupid. Who goes on a Christmas weekend trip to New York City with their fucking ex?” 
“Dasom-” Mingyu said, taking your phone from your hand. He turned the phone off speaker and turned away from you, his voice dropping a few octaves, so that you couldn’t hear what he said. And then, after about a minute of hushed conversation, your phone was being slid back into your hand. 
Tears streamed down your face, and Mingyu leaned forward, his thumbs brushing the tears off of your face. 
“Y/n...” He let you cry there. Brushing the tears off of your cheeks before they could drip all the way down your chin. Your body shook as you tried to comprehend the emotions you were feeling. 
The fact that Dasom had been lying to you for so long made you so completely upset. The fact that she was willing to manipulate you because of unrequited love hurt even worse. But then, you were in New York City at Christmas with the love of your life, and he had been so hard to manipulate that after six months her lies no longer worked. 
The tears slowly stopped streaming and Mingyu’s hands took your face in his. He leaned close to you, his nose brushing yours. 
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have trusted you. I should have completely and fully trusted you.” 
You didn’t say that you couldn’t have expected that from him. You didn’t tell him that you were both the victims really. Instead, your ears zoned in on the song playing in the distance. 
I really can’t stay... Baby, it’s cold outside 
A laugh erupted through your body. 
“This song is so creepy Mingyu,” you said. His lips flickered into a smile and he seemed to focus on the faint lyrics as well. 
“This evening has been,” he sang along with the words, taking your hands in his. “So very nice.” 
You laughed at him, but you let him start to drag you into a small little dance on the sidewalk. As you two drifted together, a few other couples began to do the same thing as you. Each of them pulling their partner close into a slow dance along with the melody of a frankly predatory song. 
And yet, as you looked up at Mingyu, all you could think about was how lucky you were for this trip. 
“Mingyu,” you said softly, your lips pulling up at the corners. “I don’t know if this is still on the table but if you wanted to go out again-” 
Mingyu interrupted you before you could finish, dragging you into a passionate kiss. You laughed against his lips, slapping his chest. 
“I was about to say that I don’t want to date you-“ 
Another kiss, and you were still laughing and pushing away from him. 
“I’m serious Mingyu I think we’re much better at being exe-“ 
He interrupted you with another kiss, and once he had properly stolen the breath from your lungs he was speaking. 
“Y/n we are awful at being exes,” he said lightly. “Exes don’t spend Christmas together in New York City.” 
You couldn’t hide the stupid gummy smile on your lips, and you couldn’t help nod along with him. 
“We truly are awful exes,” you agreed. “So I’m super glad that we are together again-” 
Mingyu smiled so hard you thought his face was gonna break. 
“We are together again,” he said gummily. “For our first date… Have you ever heard of a New York City Christmas Miracle Pop-up bar?” 
Everything was perfect. 
As terrifying as it was to say so. The Miracle Pop-up bar was just as beautiful as Dyker Heights had been. The christmas lights were practically blinding, and the walls of the makeshift bar were lined in tinsel. When you looked up along with sparkling white snowflakes there were faux wrapped presents hanging from the ceiling. 
In the past you had wondered what kinds of lonely people went to a bar on Christmas Eve. But this Christmas eve? Your shoulder brushing Mingyu’s as he played pool against a different couple one from Texas, you understood that in New York City? A bar on Christmas Eve was just the place to be. 
When Mingyu had lost his pool game and needed comforting you two had found a somewhat quiet spot in the bustling bar and spent hours just catching up. 
You told Mingyu everything you had missed, all the people that you had met that you couldn’t wait for him to see. All the things that had happened you were sad he missed. All the work gossip about your coworkers that he still remembered every detail about. 
And by the time that you two were leaving the bar and you two were walking down the street, you didn’t think things could get any better. 
“Y/n it’s snowing.” 
Before you could stop him Mingyu had taken off down the sidewalk. He slipped a little on the exact thing he was excited about but he regained his balance almost immediately and then made his way into what looked to be a park. 
You laughed and chased after him- A bit more careful than he was though. You slipped anyways when you got into the snow-covered grass, and fell into a small pile with an audible oof. 
You were thinking that surely your heroic, white knight, boyfriend who you hadn’t really been around in six months would come running to your rescue but instead a cold pack of snow hit your face. You let out an astonished laugh, looking over at Mingyu. 
“Hey-” 
“Merry Christmas!” He called out, as if he hadn’t just thrown snow in your face. You scrambled to your feet, scooping up some snow in your own hands.  
“Yeah, Merry Christmas,” you bit back. Mingyu must have seen the determination spread over your face and realized that he had messed up. He started to try to barter for his dry clothes but just as he started to talk a snow ball was hitting his face and it was over for you two. 
You were sure as the two of you made your way into the hotel, jackets wet and half off that all the attendants thought that you two were drunk, but as you two burst into your hotel room, absolutely freezing from the cold, you knew that there wasn’t a drop of alochol in your system. 
And remembering what Mingyu had said to you the night before you were glad that the two of you hadn’t drank at the bar. 
As soon as the hotel room door clicked behind you, you were being shoved against it. Mingyu’s lips on your lips, and his hands pressing your wet clothes off. You raised your hands to his head, pulling at his strands of hair as he tried to get your clothes off. 
“Y/n you’re so warm,” he mumbled against you, his head dipping to kiss the nape of your neck. You shivered. 
“You wouldn’t be saying that if you hadn’t dragged me into-” As you spoke Mingyu’s fingers dipped into your pants, and without a second thought he pushed two fingers deep into you. “-The snow.” 
“No... You’re always this warm,” he said, his tone hushed. “Especially when I have my hands on you.” 
A whimper ripped through your body, and your fingers gripped desperately at Mingyu’s shoulders. 
“Oh Mingyu, fu-”  
“Where you with anyone?” Mingyu asked you softly, his expression zereoed in on you. You could barely think enough to answer because no you had not and it had been so long since anyone had touched you but yourself that you had forgotten how good it felt. 
And Mingyu wasn’t making it easier to answer. His fingers began to slowly push in and out of your pussy which had been soaked way before he had gotten you into this hotel room, but now it was to the point that you were almost uncomfortable. You wiggled under his grasp, trying to remember how to think or breathe but all you were thinking about was if Mingyu’s cock was as big as you remembered... 
Mingyu suddenly raised a hand to your chin, and he squeezed your face there between his fingers, forcing your face to look at his. 
“I wasn’t with anyone,” he said, his voice urging you to listen to what he was saying. Something about his words made that aching for his touch even worse. 
“I can’t talk right now,” you managed to get out. Mingyu didn’t stop slowly easing his fingers in and out of you. Not teasing you. No... He was stretching you out. BUt he was taking his time with it. 
You did not want him to. 
You began to desperately push at his shirt, trying to push it off his body. But when you realized you couldn’t get it off with his hand in your pants, you were trying to get his pants off instead. 
“I need you so badly Mingyu, I need you so bad.” 
Your words were a desperate whine at the tip of your tongue, and it made Mingyu laugh at you. 
“It’s been that long?” He asked you teasingly. You gave him a very serious look. 
“Six months is too long,” you said bluntly. His expression sombered a bit and he nodded. 
“Six months is too long,” he agreed. 
Without telling each other to, you both suddenly separated, began to rip off one another’s clothes. You two were, for once, almost as in sync as you two had been when you were dating. When you were struggling to get off your shirt, Mingyu stopped to help you rip it off. He paused to press a kiss to you and then immediately he had pulled away so that you could rip his shirt off, before the two of you were finally naked. 
Mingyu paused once his clothes were off, and your clothes were off. He was staring at you, with the look of someone who was so in love with you he didn’t know what to do with himself. 
But you didn’t need someone to look at you like he was in love with you right now. You needed someone to look at you like they needed to be inside of you. You pushed Mingyu back onto the bad, climbing into his lap as soon as he was there. 
You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your lips against Mingyu’s in a desperate air sucking kiss. Mingyu happily let himself be dragged into it, and as you kissed him, his hands found your ass. 
“I wonder what all has changed in the last six months...” He whispered against your lips. You mostly ignored him in favor of grinding yourself down on his cock. Wanting it inside of you so badly you could scream. “Are you still into this?” 
His hand suddenly came down on your ass. You yelped, but it turned into a whimper that had your forehead pressing to Mingyu’s as you tried to keep yourself from sliding him into you yourself. 
That was answer enough for him. 
“Oh you are.” 
His fingers slid a bit, and slipped back inside of you. You whined at the stretch of his fingers because this time there were three. 
You rolled your hips down on Mingyu’s fingers, trying to force them deeper into you. Mingyu laughed. 
“Y/n, you’ve never been so desperate for cock,” he teased you lightly. Before you could respond his head had dipped and he had nipped a spot on you that had always been particularly sensitive. You slammed your hand over your mouth, letting out a sob of desperation. 
“And I see that I still remember that about you,” he mumbled softly. You wanted to hit him because now wasn’t a time for experimenting on what he remembered you liked and if you still liked it, but instead you pulled your hand away from your mouth and leaned back. 
“Mingyu, please, please, please,” you begged. “Cock, I need your cock.” 
You reached down between the two of you, taking his cock in your hand. You had been dripping all over it, so once your hand was on it your fingers were sliding across its length with ease. You tipped it up a bit, and it hit your clit. 
Your forehead hit Mingyu’s. 
“Oh god, Gyu I need it now.” 
Mingyu’s fingers slipped out of you. 
“Whatever you need baby.” 
You couldn’t have lined yourself up with his cock faster. You started to push yourself down on him fast- But you quickly slowed down your pace because despite the three fingers inside of you, it was still a bit of a stretch. 
As soon as the tip of his cock was inside of you however, you had leaned forward, catching his lips so that you could hide your pathetic whines. But while the kiss did contain your whines and moans to a minimum, they did not conceal how badly you felt like you needed Mingyu right now. 
Because as you kissed him and lowered yourself down on his cock, your hands were all over his chest and his neck and his face, and in his hair, drowning him in a kiss that was so intense whenever you two had a chance to breath, you were gasping for air. 
And you didn’t slow down when you had gotten all the way down on his cock. In fact, when you started to fuck yourself on Mingyu’s cock you only started to sound more desperate. 
Your whine’s became nearly indistinguishable to moans, and your pace was inconsistent. Anytime that you felt like you just couldn’t fuck yourself on his cock anymore you were rolling your hips down on him, feeling his cock twitch inside of you, hearing his own whines escape his lips. 
“Y/n, if you keep this up-” His voice was broken. “I’m going to do something inside of you that I really shouldn’t do.” 
One of his hands tightened on your hips to slow you down, but you deterred that by grabbing both of his cheeks in your hands. You probably sounded a bit crazy when you blurted out: “Do it.” 
But it made a whimper escape Mingyu’s lips that made you feel as crazy as you sounded. 
“Do it Mingyu, fucking come inside of me, please. It’s been six months since I was even touched like this. I need it-” 
You interrupted yourself because you could feel Mingyu’s cock twitching inside of you and you knew that you had said enough. Your lips collided with Mingyu’s again, but his orgasm was ripping through him so intensely that he couldn’t even focus on that. So you just bit at his bottom lip, forcing yourself to keep fucking him as his cock spurted cum deep inside of your pussy. 
Your fingers tugged at the roots of his hair as your orgasm began to approach, but before you could hit it. Mingyu’s hands were stilling you. You cried out in desperation at the sudden stop, but before you could complain you were being flipped. 
Your back hit the bed, and Mingyu’s hands were on your hips again, pulling you close to him sharply. 
“I remember that you like this.” 
To be fully honest, he could have done anything to you and you would have liked it. But Mingyu pressed his hand down on your stomach and fucked you so hard that you were coming under him in mere seconds. 
Even if you had wanted to keep yourself together, you couldn’t have. You were making grabby hands at him as you came underneath him, so loud that you thought you would get complaints- Did people even make noise complaints in hotels? But Mingyu didn’t kiss you again until you had stopped shaking underneath of him. 
He stilled himself, burying his cock deep inside of you as he came all over again. As soon as Mingyu was close enough that you could shove him down onto you, you were. You two became a mess as you continued to kiss him like your life depended on it, and that kissin did not make the burning in the pit of your stomach go away. 
You flipped yourself back ontop of Mingyu, taking in the blissed expression on his face. 
“We’re going to make up for six months in one night,” you said suddenly, your hands pressing down on his chest so that he was still under you. Mingyu gave you a wide-eyed smile. 
“Whatever you say.” 
When you woke up the next morning Mingyu wasn’t there. It felt like it had felt every single day for the last six months for about two seconds. And then Mingyu was leaving the bathroom, fully naked with a towel drying his hair like he was the main male lead. 
When he saw you looking his smile grew. 
“Oh sorry, did you want to take a shower with me.” 
Your face burned at the implication, and you looked over at the time on the clock on the nightstand. You squinted. 
“Where is breakfast today?” You asked him softly. He began to rummage through his luggage. 
“Here,” he replied. You heard him getting his clothes together, and you resisted the urge to look at him because it meant that you were going to want to stop him from putting those clothes on. 
“Then we don’t have a lot of time left,” you said with a soft groan. You let your head hit the pillow again. “Breakfast at hotels are too early.” 
Your eyes fluttered open in time to see Mingyu leaning down to kiss you. You couldn’t help the way you let yourself be physically pulled out of bed, chasing after his lips even as he pulled away. 
“If I could make breakfast stay open longer for you,” Mingyu promised lightly. 
“Even if you could,” you said, trying to keep your voice even. “We have a schedule to keep?” 
“That we do.” 
Even though breakfast at a fancy hotel meant you weren’t the ones making your own waffles, they didn’t taste quite as good as the breakfast’s that you two had been having. Not that it really mattered. It was still breakfast. An amazing breakfast. With every food group, and Mingyu was picking food off of your plate, and it was enough to remind you of sleepovers in the past. 
And it made you unbelivably happy. 
After breakfast you two bundled back up, Mingyu wrapping your scarf around your neck as you shimmied in your shoes. And then you two were checking off just another one of your New York City wishlist boxes. 
Central Park. Central Park, covered in fluffy, white snow. 
It sounded a bit cheesy, but looking around at the ice sparkling on the tree limbs it reminded you of Narnia. With the old fashioned lightposts, and the pure emptiness of it all. Other than the random other couple, it was really just you and Mingyu there walking through the snow. Talking about good times, remembering the good times. 
“Mingyu, I can’t... I can’t emphasis enough how perfect this trip was,” you said softly. “I mean, even when we were planning it, this was a dream trip. The perfect trip. Everything down to the second.” 
Mingyu nodded slowly. 
“You did an amazing job planning it,” he agreed. You sighed. 
“But this trip would have been nothing without you,” you insisted. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it. “You mean everything to me.” 
Mingyu nodded slowly, his other hand fidgeting around in his pocket. 
“You mean it?” He asked you softly. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit. 
“Of course I do,” you said softly. 
“But do you mean it,” Mingyu asked again. “Outside of this. Christmas, and New York, and the memories of what we used to have. Can you really actually, honestly see a future with me.” 
You thought about your relationships prior to Mingyu’s, and you thought about what it had been like to be with Mingyu. Sure when you broke up with people before you had been sad, and you had been wanting them back, but yif you thought about it right now. If you put all those people back in a room together and they all told you that they were in love with you and that you wanted them back there was only one person that you could really imagine saying yes to. 
“I’ve always been able to see a future with you,” you said honestly. Mingyu’s lips flickered into a small smile. “But what about you Mingyu? You thought I cheated on you, how do you know those feelings aren’t ever going to come back?” 
Mingyu nodded slowly at your question, his eyes very briefly trailing away from yours. 
“Because it’s you,” he said. “Outside of New York, and Christmas, and missing you the person that I have wanted to spend my life with has always been you. Did you know that? Do you know how long I have known that I wanted to be with only you for the rest of my life?” 
You shook your head blankly. 
“Since Hansol first introduced the two of us,” Mingyu said. “I don’t know... I know it’s stupid to believe in love at first sight-” 
You laughed, rolling your eyes a bit because of course he would say something dumb like this, and of course you knew that he meant it to his core, and of course it made your heart skip a beat. 
“But I think that the first time I saw you I knew that you were the one that I wanted to be with.” 
Mingyu leaned down to you, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your freezing nose. You smiled up at him, shoving your hands into your jacket pockets. 
“Mingyu-” 
“Hey, look at that,” Mingyu interrupted. He pointed over your shoulder and you looked towards where he had pointed, wondering what was so important to him that he interrupted your moment. You stared into Central Park. At the snow, at the trees... You didn’t see anything. 
“Mingyu, what am I supposed to be looking for?” You asked him, a laugh in your voice because of course Kim Mingyu would have seen something tiny in Central Park that would completely distract him from the moment that you two were having. 
“Oh, nothing over there.” 
Your confusion grew, and you turned around and the sight before you made your heart promptly stop. For one... Two... Three... 
“Oh my god.” 
Mingyu was on one knee in the snow, his gloves discarded next to him in the snow so that his hands were out. He had a small box in his hands, open, showing off what could only be described as your dream ring. 
You took a step back, your hand covering your mouth. 
“Mingyu-” 
“Y/n I love you,” Mingyu interrupted, his eyes red as he looked up at you. “I’m sorry for everything these last six months, but I know now and have always known that no matter what I want you to be the person I spend the rest of my life with.” 
He nervously glanced down at the ring in his hand. 
“So much so that I bought this ring shortly after we started dating,” he said, a twinge of embarrassment in his voice. “And so much so that I never returned it. Even after we broke up.” 
His eyes flickered back up to yours, and he shrugged a little. 
“Six months is a really long time, y/n, and I never ever want to be apart from you for that long again.” He laughed. “So, if you could make me the happiest man-” 
You interrupted him before he could say the corniest most overdone sentence in the book. 
“Yes,” you blurted, surging forward so that you could wrap your arms around Mingyu. “Yes, okay, I’ll marry you.”  
You were laughing as your knees hit the snow, and as you grabbed Mingyu’s face and kissed him. And as he tried to take your gloves off of your hand so that he could slide the ring he had gotten you onto it. 
“This trip-” You asked hushedly, watching the ring slide onto your finger. 
“Was always meant to be the one that ended with you having a ring on your finger,” he said softly. He wrapped his hands around yours. “I don’t know what I would have done if you said no.” 
He was laughing. 
“But you knew I wouldn’t,” you whispered back. He nodded. 
“I knew you wouldn’t,” he agreed. He leaned in again, to kiss you and you let him. 
You couldn’t believe it the rest of the day. When you two got Chinese food in China town, or when you walked out onto time square you still couldn’t believe that you were now engaged. 
And a dark part of you thought for sure that when the two of you landed back home, things were going to be hard. But when you thought about that, and you looked at Mingyu all you could think was that every difficult moment would be worth it right by Mingyu’s side. And so in the end you didn’t really mind. 
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januaryrabbit · 10 months
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how seventeen would act around their s/o while drunk heheee
pairing: seventeen x gn reader, established relationship, fluff
word count: 1.8k
warnings: alcohol, cursing, mentions of sleeping over and physical affection w/ the boys but it’s meant in a fluffy context, not a suggestive/mature one!
other disclaimers: lowercase intended, probably typos, setting is hanging out with all the boys and with you!!!!!
a/n: i just realized in my wip post i said "crush" instead of "s/o"........WOOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT ANYWAY hello everyone, i’m finally back with another post! i;m sorry for the very long hiatus, i p much always have something going on in my life lol @-@ but i have time now to actually write!!! i hope you enjoy this one hehe -mina
✩‧₊˚clingy drunks:
mingyu: this man will not leave you alone. he is in love with you. and he’s cheesy! in a sweet way :) will kiss your hand every few mins, lean on you, or put his arm around you so you lean on him hehe. i think he would also want you to reciprocate the clinginess too hehe,,,it makes him feel loved :3 i can see him moving your hand to his hair to ask you to play with it, and if you stopped, he would just take your hand and put it back in his hair LOl. he strikes me as someone who would take care of you (kinda like how he takes care of drunk hoshi hehe) and makes sure you're ok, even if he's drunk himself :]
seungcheol: omg omg HES GOING TO DOTE ON YOU SO MUCH!!! “jagi are you ok” “jagi do you need water” “jagi i’ll walk you to the bathroom, be careful”...he doesn’t realize that he himself is wobbling around and spilling water, LMAO. he just wants to help his baby!!! would def ask where you’re going if you get up, ask you to stay over with him, etcetc. would always have an arm around you and constantly LOL. would also go on a random rant about how protective he is of you HAHAHA!! like “Y/N . IF ANYONE MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. TELL ME RIGHT AWAY . I WILL DEFEND YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH  EVEN IF IT’S MY OWN FRIENDS I DONT CARE WHO I HAVE TO BEAT UP (svt: BRO WTF?????) . GOD I LOVE U SOMUCH .” pls give him some water and a kiss!!!
junhui: i don’t think he’d necessarily be like talkative or doting, but i think he’s the type to just want to be around you and would sit really close to you :3 he almost gives me like Protective Bf vibes in the way that he’d just wanna be by your side to make sure you’re feeling ok too. plus, junnie just likes your company! i can picture him sending a lot of smiles toward you every few minutes because he’s so happy you;re his partner and he feels so comfy with you next to him :) also he likes leaning his head on your shoulder and he WILL show you cat pics the entire night…..pls comment on all of them or he’ll get sad. he also gives me the vibes of someone who has lazy days with his s/o after a night of drinking hehe…napping, hotpot and movies :)))
✩‧₊˚loud/emotional/(verbally) affectionate drunks:
soonyoung: MESSY U WILL HAVE TO CARE HIM !!!! did you see him on lee youngji’s show?? so cuteeee :( he would just shower you w/ affection heheh. im picturing him hugging you from behind like how he hugged the ice in the youngji ep and he would nestle his head into the crook of your neck and reach over to kiss your cheek :3c he would announce like every 20min how much he loves you to the whole room like "THIS IS MY PARTNER I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH THANKS!!!" and would post blurry pics of the two of you on his story with typos "i lvoe tehfm sonmchch" HAHA!! youll definitely have to sober up to take care of him hehe. would definitely start crying bc he loves you so much and YOU have to comfort him……you and mingyu get him to the car that night because he can’t walk by himself. the next morning hes like babe that was so fun round 2 of drinking tonight???????????? (horanghae pose)
seungkwan: BRUH KWAN GETS INTO (JOKE) ARGUMENTS WHILE HE’S DRUNK I HAVE NO DOUBTS!!! 90% of the time he’s trying to pick a fight with mingyu or chan i just know it I KNOW IT TO BE TRUE!! but with his s/o, i think he’s the type to be like HONEY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU and he starts belting a love ballad and singing directly to you HAHA!!! (vernon: why are u always trying to outsing everyone. no one else is singing.) seungkwan ignores vern’s comment and keeps going tho. he almost moves himself to tears by how much he loves you and how much love he’s pouring into his performance LOL. you tell him you love him too and that he doesnt have to sing VERY LOUDLY IN PUBLIC to profess his love !!! its not that serious pls sit down!!! and hes like MY LOVE FOR YOU IS SERIOUS . and that’s how you end up with a pouty and drunk kwan!!!!!!!!!
chan: oh my sweet chan,,he would just shower you with affection LMAO like “i love you. you’re amazing. you look so beautiful right now, you know that?” type of thing. he’s just the biggest simp hehe. i think hes also the type to just wanna have fun, he'd prob cheer you on if you took a shot like FUCK YEAH BABE GO OFF!!!! but i also think that he would be doing EVERYTHING for you. "i'll pour your shot!!!!! don't lift a finger SERIOUSLY!!!!!" asks you every 30min if youve had water. (you: yes. i had some 30min ago. when you GAVE ME SOME.) gets you snacks. if you needed to throw up he WILL hold your hair with a drink in the other hand (for him)!!!! he also helps you put your jacket on at the end of the night. it doesn't matter how drunk he is, he's firm on taking care of YOU!!! <3
✩‧₊˚(physically) affectionate drunks:
wonwoo: he’s all smiles for you hehe. clings onto your arm whenever you’re near him. he wouldn't be too loud or anything, but i think he'd shyly whisper compliments to you now and then about how you look nice or how much he loves you. i think he’d be one of the more chill people, he just feels happier than usual bc of the alcohol hehehhe. usually, wonu is pretty good at keeping himself composed when you show him affection. but when he’s drunk, i think he’d react a little more…he strikes me as someone who’s more verbally/physically affectionate when it’s just you two, but around friends/family he tones it down. but when he’s drunk i think he would be comfortable having you sit on his lap or having an arm around you <3
jihoon: i am convinced lee jihoon is a different man when he’s drunk!!!!!!!!!  i have a hot-ish take when it comes to drunk uji…omg woozi would SOOOO open up physically and emotionally to you..and he’d be the type to always, Always have an arm around your waist and constantly hold your hand, looking at you with a smile that leads all the way up to his eyes. he’s someone who has dealt with a lot in his life, but in this moment, he’s so grateful to be here with his friends, and someone he loves that also loves him for who he is. the reason i think he’d be like this is juts because like. he doesn’t drink much, but when he does, feelings he’s been keeping to himself finally come up to the surface. also his face, neck and ears are constantly bright red because of the alcohol LOL. but ALSO they'd be red the next day when he realizes how he behaved in front of you hehe…. don't tease him too much about it or he'll die of embarrassment!
seokmin: dont ask me why bc idk but i think he would ruffle your hair constantly because youre so cute. then he would get distracted and talk to the bros for a bit, look at you again and remember how cute you are and ruffle it again sorry i dont make the rules!!!!!!! dk is definitely the loud/funny drunk hehe…hes the type to be giggly/try to make everyone laugh :) but i think he’d definitely try to make you laugh the most !! mostly in terms of physical affection though, i think he’d just dote on you a lot…like you know in the dingo video how he kept kissing woozi??? yeah he does that to you. along with the hair ruffles. and the attempts to get you to laugh. good luck. you’re going to drown in affection from this man LOL. 
✩‧₊˚happy/chill drunks:
vernon: HE WILL CARE YOU this man is all vibes. he’s just here to have a good time lol. you’ll probably be the drunk one who needs to be taken care of :3 but if he was somehow convinced to get really drunk, i think he would still just be vibes. but happier vibes. i think he would just laugh at everything and keep a hand constantly on your knee heheh. also i think he would encourage seungkwan’s antics more when he’s drunk i’m just saying .
minghao: minghao is just relishing in the moment of enjoying his time with his friends and partner~ he doesn't strike me as someone who drinks much, kinda like vernon. he'd be more focused on having a good time with everyone! i think he's the type to have hangover remedies ready for you at home for the next day. i think he would also be the type of bf to know when to cut you off LMAO like “y/n’s had 4 shots….hyung STOP pouring them another one!!!!!!!!” he just seems like he'd be prepared to take care of his partner :) you're so lucky!! he’s also the type to observe you and take pictures/videos if you’re doing something funny while you’re drunk LMAO!!!!
joshua: josh is a giggly drunk i have no doubts. also in the dingo video that man was RED af!!! would probably be like “im fine im SO SOBER RIGHT NOW…BABE TELL THEM HOW SOBER I AM!!!” he is not sober. i also think he would be the type to compare hands with you LMAO. you’re just like ???? you know how big both our hands are???? you’re literally my bf???? and hes like I JUST WANTED TO CHECK OK!!! tbh he seems so fun to be around LMAO like he on the way to the hangout hes like “babe lets match each other if u drink i drink” and ur like HELLO SIR???????? WHO IS DRIVING US HOME?????? (jeonghan does and he sleeps over.)  he just wants to have FUN and let loose with the homies and his partner!!!! consequences are for TOMORROW, y/n!!!!!! (he might start sulking if you don’t agree to match him but it’s fine you both know your limits hehe)
jeonghan: i see him as someone who doesn’t go too wild when drinking. kinda like vernon and minghao, i think he’s more there for vibes than getting fucked up lol. if anything, he’s doting on you because he finds you so cute, especially when you’re drunk hehehe. HE would be the one to ask you to do aegyo or something and when you do he just dies of cuteness lmao. i think he would also tease you in silly ways, like convincing you that he and s.coups are actually long lost brothers who found each other in college, or that seungkwan is a natural blonde. and of course you believe him which is the funniest shit ever to him!!!! LMAO!!!!! your shock and wonder at his blatant lies is the cutest thing to him. don’t worry tho he’ll tell you the next day nothing he said was true, except for when he said he loves you :)
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junranghae · 10 months
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local catboy says no to peer pressure (trans cr.)
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