#SHE WAS SEVENTEEN

[itwaslegendary]

“cause i’m not your princess, this ain’t a fairytale, i’m gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well. this is a big world, that was a small town, there in my rearview mirror disappearing now.”

[sluttywonwoo]

make 'em sweat

pairing: jeon wonwoo x f reader

summary: introducing you to his friends doesn't go quite the way wonwoo expected (title from water by seventeen ; technically a sequel to fuck the neighbors but can be read as a standalone)

warnings: swearing, angst, "what are we" discussion, self-degradation, mingyu is canonically a whore pt deux, jealousy, smut (mdni)

smut warnings: discussions of reader's sexual past, sub!wonwoo in a flashback, public-ish sex, light exhibitionism, fingering, unprotected sex, massive cock!wonwoo, reader is lowkey a size queen lol, choking, creampie, cum eating

word count: 6.1k

You’re bringing your girlfriend to Jihoon’s birthday, right?”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at his roommate even though his back is turned to him. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

Mingyu gives an equally exasperated huff in return. “What would you call her then? She’s obviously more than just a friend. It doesn’t matter whether you’re at her place or ours, I can still hear you two going at it like animals practically every night.” 

“We’re just repaying the favor,” Wonwoo scoffs before turning defensive. “We’re… figuring things out right now.”

“You’ve been ‘figuring things out’ for months, bro. When are you going to just get the balls to ask her to be exclusive?” 

“We are exclusive,” he insists. 

It’s at least true on Wonwoo’s side. He wasn’t seeing anyone else. In fact, he’d told you as much when you casually asked if he was sleeping with anyone else one night after a few rounds in bed. He answered honestly, saying no and asking you the same. You also told him no, but you did put an emphasis on “I’m not sleeping with anyone else”, whatever that meant. It only caused Wonwoo a little bit of anxiety every time he relived that conversation in his head, trying to piece together what you could have been trying to imply. 

“You do like her, right?” Mingyu presses.

Wonwoo sighs. “You know I do. There’s no point in lying to you.”

“Then lock it down! She won’t wait forever.” 

“How do you know that’s even something she wants?”

“Because if all she wanted was sex, she wouldn’t sleep over when her own bed is right next door.”

“Flimsy evidence, at best. Wouldn’t hold up in court.”

“Do you want me to provide more examples?”

Wonwoo surrenders. “Fine, maybe I’m a coward. I just like what we have going on right now. I don’t want it to change if we put a label on it.”

Mingyu purses his lips. He looks like he wants to say more but decides against it. 

“Are you bringing her or not?” is what he says finally. “Soonyoung’s trying to get a headcount.” 

“Yeah, she’s coming,” Wonwoo concedes.

“You know, you could have just said yes when I asked and we would’ve avoided this whole ordeal.”

Wonwoo decides to change the subject. “Are you bringing anyone?”

His best friend shrugs. “I don’t know yet.” Figures. “I told Soon to put me down for a plus-one just in case.”

Mingyu ignores the snort that he gets as a response and finishes whatever text he’d drafted to Soonyoung. He joins Wonwoo on their couch and reclines with his arms stretched across the back. 

“Do you think they’ll scare her away?” he asks. 

“The guys?”

“Yeah. I mean, you’ve never brought a girl around. They’re going to be all over you two the whole night.”

Wonwoo cocks his head to the side as he considers it. “They can be a little intense but it’s nothing she can’t handle.” 

Mingyu shrugs. “Throwing her to the wolves before making it official, respect.”

Wonwoo isn’t sure if Mingyu is trying to sike him out on purpose or not but either way it was starting to work. He isn’t keen on sharing you, especially when you’re not his to share. It’s too late to change his mind, though. He already invited you, it wasn’t like he could take it back now. Not without looking like a total asshole. 

“It’s just one night,” Wonwoo says, trying to convince both his roommate and himself, “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

-

Wonwoo hears Mingyu answer the door at six o’clock on the dot. Living next door to each other made it easy to be punctual, although admittedly Wonwoo did sometimes lose track of time when he was gaming- but he was trying to be better about it! 

“Hey, you,” Mingyu says in greeting. “You look great.”

“So do you,” you reply. “Where’s Wonwoo? Did he ditch me already?”

There was his cue. He would’ve been the one to meet you at the door but he was still getting dressed when you knocked. He didn’t usually have to put much thought into what he wore so having to find an outfit that fit a theme was somewhat uncharted territory. He steps out into the living room with a black tank halfway over his shoulders, pulling it down all the way to his waistband as crosses the room to greet you with a hug. 

“No need to put a shirt on for me,” you say cheekily. 

Wonwoo feels his cheeks flush under both you and Mingyu’s gazes but he decides he can’t go down without a fight.

“This is for your benefit,” he quips. “We have to get to Jihoon’s on time. Didn’t want to distract you, you know.”

“So courteous,” you scoff. 

“Always a gentleman.”

You look like you want to disagree but with Mingyu standing right there already looking vaguely uncomfortable, you don’t. 

“You look nice,” he adds, suddenly remembering the sort of thing kinda-boyfriends are supposed to say to their kinda-girlfriends. 

You look more than nice, you look... incredible. But Wonwoo’s brain can’t think of any more effusive adjectives at present on account of just how incredible you look.

Soonyoung had said that the dress code for his roommate’s birthday was “red”, and that if you showed up in any other color you’d be turned away at the door, not allowed to join the festivities until you went home and changed. Wonwoo had relayed this information to you and you followed through, showing up in a short black skirt and a red leather... bustier? Corset? Wonwoo didn’t know what it was called but it was red and tight and laced up in the back. 

“So do you,” you reply sweetly, running a hand down the front of Wonwoo’s shirt, “but your friend is going to kick you out.”

“Right.” 

Wonwoo detaches himself from you and darts back to his room to grab the red leather jacket that was hanging on the back of his desk chair. It was just a coincidence that you had both decided to wear leather but it made Wonwoo secretly happy to know you’d be matching all night. 

“Almost forgot,” he explains when he reemerges with the jacket on. 

“Are we ready to go?” Mingyu asks. “Soonyoung is going to bitch at us for a week if we’re later than ten minutes.”

“We’re making good time,” Wonwoo assures him. 

“We don’t know what the traffic situation is going to be like! And maybe the taxi guy’s a slow driver-- it’s better to leave earlier just in case.”

Wonwoo sighs and places a hand on the small of your back to urge you forward. “Okay, okay, we’re going.”

He sees you suppress a smile behind your hand which makes him grin too but he turns his head so that you and Mingyu won’t see. 

Mingyu reaches the door first and holds it open for you to pass through before both of them but Wonwoo stops you by grabbing your hand. 

“Wait, are you going to be cold?” 

“I have a jacket,” you tell him. 

He looks you up and down in confusion. You’re not wearing a jacket and all you have in your free hand is a clutch. 

“Where?”

You let go of his hand and tug on one side of his own jacket. “Right here.”

Wonwoo chuckles. “Of course.”

“The car’s downstairs,” Mingyu huffs impatiently. 

“Chill out, white rabbit. They’re not not going to leave us.”

“White rabbit?” you ask as they follow you out into the hallway. 

“Yeah, you know the one that’s got the pocket watch from Alice in Wonderland?” 

“That’s kind of a random reference.”

“I’m well-read.”

“Isn’t that a children’s book?” Mingyu chimes in.

“No more questions.”

-

You get squished in between Wonwoo and Mingyu in the backseat of the cab. They both try to make themselves smaller to give you more space but they’re just so tall that their efforts are mostly in vain. 

“How much do I owe you for this?” you ask Mingyu, pulling your phone out to transfer your share to him. 

He shrugs you off. “Don’t worry about it. Your, um, Wonwoo’s covering yours.”

Wonwoo reaches over and locks your phone before you can start to type in his information. “Don’t.”

“But-”

“Don’t make me block your number. I’ll do it.”

You pout and fold your arms across your chest in defeat, prompting Mingyu to jump in and change the subject. 

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” you admit. “It sounds like there are a lot of them. I just don’t want to mix anyone up.”

“We’re a big group,” Mingyu agrees almost apologetically.

“They won’t mind if you do get them mixed up at first,” Wonwoo promises. 

“Except for Chan and Seungkwan.”

Wonwoo shoots Mingyu a look as you sink further in your seat. He clumsily attempts to do some damage control. 

“You already know Wonwoo and I. We’ll have your back.”

You nod but Wonwoo can still sense your apprehension. He puts a hand on your knee to try to comfort you, only to feel you tense up underneath his touch. Now you’re both anxious. 

-

The three of you get to Jihoon and Soonyoung’s pretty much right on time despite Mingyu’s worries. Jihoon’s the one to answer the door with his roommate right on his heels. 

“Happy birthday!” you all chorus as he ushers you inside. 

Wonwoo and Mingyu shove presents into his arms while you stand behind them timidly. 

When it’s your turn, you step up and offer the envelope you’d stashed in your clutch. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I hope cash is okay,” you tell Jihoon. 

Wonwoo had no idea you had even got him a card. You probably didn’t tell him because you knew he’d insist on adding your name to his gift instead.

“Please, you didn’t have to get me anything!” Jihoon gushes. 

“I wasn’t about to show up empty-handed!”

He smiles and lays the card on top of the other gifts in his hand. “Well, thank you. Please, make yourself at home! I’ve got to go put these with the others. There are drinks in the kitchen but I’m sure Wonwoo will make you one if you ask.”

He winks at Wonwoo as he walks off with his roommate, leaving the three of you alone once again- or the two of you. Mingyu had disappeared as well, without a word. Classic. 

“I think that went well,” you whisper to Wonwoo as he guides you through the apartment by the hand. 

“That’s an understatement. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jihoon be that friendly to a stranger.”

“I must be special,” you muse jokingly.

“Another understatement,” Wonwoo agrees under his breath. 

-

Wonwoo clumsily mixes you both a drink in the kitchen, pouring shots of vodka into plastic cups along with Sprite and grenadine to match the theme. Mixology isn’t his strong suit, neither are most activities that involve food and/or drink preparation for that matter, but the dirty Shirleys are palatable at the very least so he counts it as a win. 

You sip yours appreciatively with a little grin that tells him you’re pleased and he has to push down the swell of pride in his chest that urges him to kiss you in the middle of the crowded room you’re standing in. 

With drinks in hand, he leads you back into the living room to start introducing you to more of his friends. 

You’re a hit with everyone, of course. Seungkwan falls in love with you instantly. The guys don’t indulge his yapping as much as they probably should so when he notices you’re hanging on to his every word, he takes advantage. He would have likely talked your ear off all night long if Wonwoo hadn’t whisked you away to meet some of the others. 

Seokmin, Junhui, and Vernon are in the middle of a game of beer pong when Wonwoo drags you over to them. It’s two against one- Seok and Jun versus Vernon and somehow Vernon is winning. You watch from the sidelines as they play. All three of them are too distracted by their match to hold a true conversation with you but Wonwoo can tell that they like you and are eager to impress you by winning the game. They even protest when Wonwoo tries to pull you away to meet more people. 

“That’s not fair, she has to see who wins!”

“Yeah, you can’t take her away now!”

“You sound like children,” Wonwoo chides. 

He concedes, though, and you stay until the game ends. Jun and Seokmin manage to pull off the win, jeering poor Vernon as he chugs the last cup of beer with his middle finger directed at the other two. 

It was all going so well, until Wonwoo presents you to Jeonghan and Chan. They’re standing in a corner away from the rest of the party, whispering in each other’s ears about God knows what. 

Wonwoo gets their attention by clearing his throat and stepping aside to reveal you. He’s so preoccupied with introducing everyone that he misses the way Jeonghan’s eyes flicker with recognition when they land on you. He also misses the same look in your eyes. 

Jeonghan addresses you directly, completely subverting Wonwoo and cutting off Chan who had opened his mouth to say hello to you. 

“I didn’t know you guys were together.”

“We’re not together,” you clarify quickly, driving a knife right in between Wonwoo’s ribs. 

It’s his fault. He’s the one who’s been too much of a pussy to ask you out officially. But did you have to answer so fast? And so confidently?

“Oh,” Jeonghan murmurs. 

He looks unsure of what to make of the two of you and he’s still only looking at you... wait-

“You... know each other?” Wonwoo asks as it finally clicks. 

“Yeah, we used to f-” Jeonghan stops mid-sentence, tilting his head in confusion. 

Wonwoo follows his gaze to you who had started furiously shaking your head and motioning for him to shut up. 

“Ahem, nevermind.”

Wonwoo suddenly remembers a conversation he had with Jeonghan several months ago. It was at a party a lot like this one. All of the guys were gathered around a fire pit catching up and Soonyoung bugged Jeonghan to spill about the girl he was seeing at the time. 

Jeonghan brushed it off as nothing serious but he did make sure to note that it was, “the best sex I’ve ever had,” which led to a bunch of jeering shouts from the rest of the boys, Wonwoo included. 

“If it’s that good, why don’t you want to be exclusive?” someone, he thinks Minghao, asked. 

Jeonghan shrugged. “Neither of us feel ready for that. She’s kind of hung up on an ex and I don’t have the time to commit.”

“Or the emotional capability,” another one called out.

“Shut the fuck up. Maybe it’ll go there one day but for now... it’s just for fun.”

The memory burns in the back of Wonwoo’s throat. He blinks the image of you underneath his friend away and clears his throat. He’s jumping to conclusions. Maybe he’s wrong. Maybe it hadn’t been you Jeonghan was talking about. Maybe the f-word he had been about to say was... “farm” or “frolic”?

“So how do you know each other?” his voice breaks as he asks the question but he barely notices. 

Jeonghan gives you a look as if to say, do you want to tell him or should I. You sigh and turn to face Wonwoo.

“We used to hook up,” you admit.

“Oh, cool.”

Cool? Cool? What kind of response was that? That’s not the kind of thing you say after finding out the girl you want to be your girlfriend used to bang one of your best friends. 

It shouldn’t be a big deal. He didn’t know you back then. It’s been months since. This sort of thing happens to people all the time. Right?

“Wonwoo, are you okay?” It’s Chan that snaps him out of his spiral this time. Wonwoo had honestly forgotten that he was standing there too. 

“Yeah, fine.”

No one is convinced. 

“Are you sure?” you ask him quietly. “Do you want to go talk about it somewhere more private?”

That’s the last thing Wonwoo wants to do right now. He knows he’ll have to confront this sooner or later but he’d rather it be later. Much later.

“I’m sure,” he assures you. “It’s not a big deal.” 

You look relieved which comforts him at least a little bit but not nearly enough.

“Does anyone else want another drink?” Chan asks, breaking the silence again. 

No one does but he uses the excuse of getting himself one to dip from the conversation, leaving you, Jeonghan, and Wonwoo to simmer in awkward tension by yourselves. 

You’re the first to speak once he’s gone. “If you have any questions, you can ask us.”

Jeonghan flinches at the “us”  like he hadn’t been expecting you to volunteer his input, probably because he hadn’t been, but nods reluctantly, avoiding eye contact with Wonwoo. 

“I’ll let you know if I think of any,” Wonwoo mutters. 

In reality, he has a lot of questions. None of which he’s sure he wants to hear the answers to or ask in front of Jeonghan. 

“So uh, how have you been?” Jeonghan asks. 

“I’ve been good!” you tell him as you grab Wonwoo’s hand and squeeze it. “Really good.”

Jeonghan grins. “You look good.” 

It’s an innocuous comment but it causes Wonwoo’s heart rate to spike once again. 

“You both do,” Jeonghan amends when he notices his friend’s reaction. 

“So do you. Your hair’s gotten long.” 

“I’ve been growing it out. You like it?”

“I do, yeah. It suits you.”

“Thank you.” Jeonghan bites his lip as he says it, either to keep from laughing or smirking, and you smile in turn, which makes Wonwoo's eye twitch imperceptibly (he hopes).

Suddenly, Seungkwan appears from out of nowhere and Wonwoo's almost relieved until he opens his mouth.

"Mingyu's looking for you. He wants you to be his partner for pong."

"I'm a little busy," Wonwoo mutters. The last thing he wants to do is leave you alone with Jeonghan after what he had just learned.

"You know he's just going to keep bugging you until you give in," Seungkwan sighs.

"You should go play," you chime in encouragingly. "I'll be fine."  

Seungkwan takes Wonwoo by the arm and begins to drag him toward the other room. "The faster you win, the faster you can come back to her," he says.

It's supposed to make him feel better but it doesn't. He's famously terrible at games that involve coordination. It could be hours before he makes it back to you and that's IF Jeonghan hasn't charmed his way back into your pants by then. He turns his head to look back at you just before Seungkwan pulls him through the doorway just to see you laughing at something Jeonghan's said. He has half a mind to wrestle himself out of Seungkwan's grasp and march back over there to get in between the two of you but that wouldn't fit into his already very unconvincing "playing it cool" thing he's trying to pull off.

Fortunately, they win after just two rounds. He barely hugs Mingyu in celebration before he peels off to find you. You aren't in the same corner you had been when he left so he has to check a few more places before finally stumbling across you in the kitchen. Jeonghan's nowhere in sight, thankfully. Wonwoo doesn't care where he's fucked off to as long as it's not with you.

"There you are," Wonwoo says, getting your attention immediately.

"Got thirsty," you explain, showing him your empty cup. "Want one?"

"Only if it's as good as the one I made you earlier."

You scoff. "A high bar to clear."

"I believe in you."

He approaches you from behind as you mix the drinks, running his fingers along the small strip of your back your outfit left exposed. You shiver but neither of you comment on it, quiet until you hand Wonwoo his cup and offer yours to cheers with. You watch his expression as he lifts the cup to his lips.

"So?"

He doesn't want to admit yours is better than his even though the difference is obvious. It's another dirty Shirley but the one you made is smoother, evidently poured with a much lighter hand.

"It's okay," he bluffs.

You shove him lightly, enough to make him rock back on his heels. "Shut the fuck up."

"Or what?" he challenges.

"Or I'll tie you up. Again."

Wonwoo feels his throat get tight. “That was a one-time thing!”

“You keep saying that but you sure seemed to like it in the moment.”

You had him there. He did like it. He liked it a lot, in fact- maybe too much. Even thinking about it now, the way you straddled him, the way the rope bit into his wrists when he pulled against his restraints... his cheeks get hot before he can shake the thoughts from his mind. 

“You’re blushing,” you point out. “You did like it”

His shy smile falls as he abruptly wonders if you’ve ever done the same thing to Jeonghan. He pictures Jeonghan in his place, the memories replacing his body underneath you with that of his friend. He sees Jeonghan kissing you, chasing your lips when you pull away. He sees the sweat on his brow, the determined set of his jaw. 

All of the questions he didn’t want to confront earlier douse him like a bucket of ice water. Was Jeonghan a better lover? Would he be a better boyfriend? Who was big-

“Wonwoo, are you okay?” 

Your voice, the thing that usually brings Wonwoo back down to earth, isn’t what breaks the spell this time. It’s the expression on your face when he looks down at you.

“Not really,” he admits. 

You lay a hand over his. “Do you want to get out of here? We can leave.”

“In a bit. Follow me.”

He leads you back through the house, up the stairs to where he knows no one else will be. He briefly considers pulling you into one of the bedrooms but thinks better of it, knowing neither of his friends would appreciate what he plans to do to you happening on their beds. 

There’s a bathroom across the hall from the bedrooms that he chooses instead, holding the door open to let you in first. 

The gentlemanly gesture is immediately canceled out as soon as the door shuts, though, as he pushes your back up against it and starts to kiss you. 

You reciprocate, thankfully. Your lips part almost immediately to let his tongue explore your mouth. He feels the tug of your hands clutching his jacket, pulling him in closer. He lets you, pressing his body to yours so you can feel exactly what you do to him. 

He’s the first to break the kiss but he only does so that he can move down to your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access, moaning under your breath when he begins to suck on a spot just below your jaw.  

"W-where's this coming from?" you ask, breathless.

"I've wanted you all night," Wonwoo explains, brushing it off. It’s not a lie, but it isn’t the full truth either and he suspects you know that. Still, he wishes you would just let it go and lose yourself in him the way he was trying to in you. 

“I’ve just... never seen you like this,” you say. 

“Like what?” 

“So desperate.”

Wonwoo stops. He lifts his head to finally make eye contact with you, detaching himself from your person. You look like you want to protest but you don’t. You let him go, watching as  he takes a step back and considers what you’ve said. You cross your arms over your chest, closing yourself off to him. 

“It’s Jeonghan, isn’t it?” He sighs, which is all the confirmation you need. "Shouldn't we talk about it?"

“What is there to talk about?”

“You tell me. It obviously bothers you.”

The words escape him for what feels like the thousandth time. The shame that he had been pushing down all night creeps up the back of his neck like fire chasing a trail of gasoline, burning hot, the smoke filling his lungs and threatening to suffocate him. 

How does he articulate it? How does he tell you he’s afraid that given the choice, you’d pick Jeonghan over him? That he’s sure Jeonghan would be able to give you what he might not be able to? He’s never had to confront feelings like these. He rarely forces himself to confront feelings of any kind. It’s why he’s never had a girlfriend for longer than a few months, why he tried so hard not to get attached. 

When he doesn’t respond, you fill in the blanks for him. “What, is it that your friend had me first? Are you humiliated to be with someone’s sloppy seconds?”

Wonwoo’s shocked that that’s the conclusion you would come to. “No! No, absolutely not. You’re not- don’t talk about yourself that way.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s me.” You roll your eyes. “I’m serious! It’s... fuck, I’m not good at this. It shouldn’t bother me. I know it shouldn’t. It was before we met and you didn’t know we knew each other, and even now we’re not technically- I mean, I want to be but I’ve been too much of a pussy-”

“Wonwoo.”

“Sorry.” He takes a deep breath in an attempt to steel himself before trying again. “Let me start over. It bothers me but not for the reason you think. I can’t stop worrying that he’s better than me.” 

“Better than you? At what, sex?”

“At all of it. If he was better in bed, if he’d be a better boyfriend... I know it isn’t healthy to compare myself to another guy, especially to someone who’s my friend, but I like you so much. I want you to be happy and I want what’s best for you and I want that to be me. I’m just afraid that it won’t be.”

He’s able to breathe a little easier when your gaze softens and your arms fall back to your sides. “Why don’t you let me make that decision for myself?”

“I- of course. It's totally up to you I just meant-” He shuts up when you take a step towards him. 

“You know, you were a lot cockier when we first met. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. Hannie really shook you up, huh?”

You’re teasing him. Throwing in Jeonghan’s nickname like that, you want to get under his skin.  

Wonwoo narrows his eyes at you. “You’re such a fucking brat.”

“It’s one of the things you like about me. One of the reasons you want me to be your girlfriend.”

“Come here.” 

He grabs your arm before you can duck away, using his strength to overpower you and trap you in between himself and the sink. 

“Is that what you want?” he asks.

“What?”

“To be my girlfriend.”

“Are you asking?”

There is no hesitation this time. “Yes.”

It’s not the most romantic proposition, but he figures it’s fitting for the two of you. He’s already been more vulnerable with you in the last ten minutes than he has with anyone in years. It’s progress.

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck. “Then yes.”

The desperation comes back full force when he kisses you. It’s different this time, though. All-consuming. He didn’t think he would get this far and now that he has, he feels like he has something to prove. 

He runs his hands up the backs of your thighs until they reach your ass. His eyebrows raise in surprise as he looks at you.

“No panties?”

“It’s a thong,” you laugh. 

“Ah.”

His fingers find the waistband and snap it against your skin, making you flinch. 

“I had to, ah, wear them because this skirt is so goddamn tight.”

Wonwoo doesn’t really get what that means but he nods like he does, moving his hand from your hip to in between your legs. 

“Seems like someone else is pretty needy too,” he muses as he coats his fingers in your arousal and starts to play with your clit. “Have you also been thinking about this all night?” 

You bite your lip. “Maybe.”

“Maybe? I need more than that, baby.”

You groan in annoyance. “Yes, I’ve been thinking about it.”

“For how long?”

“S-since I got to your apartment.”

“Atta girl,” he praises, rewarding you by pushing one of his fingers inside of you. 

“I like your friends. They’re all really nice, but I’ve been wanting to go home so we could fuck pretty much this whole time.” 

“Should’ve said something, pretty girl. We could’ve come up here a lot sooner.”

You look shy all of the sudden. “Well, I wasn’t thinking about doing it here.”

“It turns you on, though, doesn’t it? Knowing we could get caught?” he adds another finger as he presses you for an answer, causing a whimper to slip from your lips as you nod. 

“Is that why you brought me up here?” you challenge shakily. “So that he might hear us?”

It’s like a slap in the face, but less hot. And it stings even more because you’re right. 

He slides his fingers out of you without warning, pointedly ignoring the pout you try to guilt him with. 

“Open.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth. You’re going to clean my fingers off for me.”

You do as you’re told and suck his fingers clean, moaning around them at the taste of yourself for good measure. 

“There we go. Good girl. Might as well make that mouth of yours useful if you’re going to insist on being bratty.” You roll your eyes at him and try to protest. “Aht-aht, don’t talk with your mouth full.”

He relents with a smirk when you push your teeth into his fingertips, threatening to bite him. 

“You’re lucky it turns me on when you’re a dick.”

“Trust me, I know. Now turn around.”

Wonwoo works on unbuckling his belt while you bend over the sink and brace yourself against the counter. He’s so focused on getting inside of you that he almost forgets the most important part.

“Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t care.”

He meets your gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been on the pill for forever now. I just liked the extra precaution.”

“Jihoon probably has some around somewhere if you want to-”

“Wonwoo?”

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me without one.”

He blinks a couple of times, half-wondering if this was a dream. “Are you serious?”

“I’m serious. Do you not want to?”

“Of course I want to,” he assures you. “But we’ve never done that before.”

You’re the one smirking now. “I mean, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? My boyfriend can fuck me raw whenever he wants to.”

“Fuck.” His cock twitches against his thigh. “Are you trying to make me fall in love with you?”

“You mean you aren’t already?” you tease. 

Instead of answering, Wonwoo gets his hands back on you, pushing your skirt up to expose your ass. He pulls your thong to the side and spreads you apart, groaning at the sight of you. 

You make a similar noise when he spits into his palm and starts to stroke himself. He’s tempted to tease you back, to make you watch him jerk off while he knows you’re aching for it, but he’s dying for it too and he doesn’t have the patience to make either of you wait any longer. 

Your breath hitches at the feeling of his cock pressing into you, just the tip at first. You whine and try to push yourself further onto him but he holds you in place, giving you one inch at a time until there’s no more to give and you’re connected at the hips. You both sigh in relief at the feeling, though the moment doesn’t last for long. 

You make eye contact with Wonwoo in the mirror, pleading silently for him to move. He does, pulling out slowly before rocking back into you, cursing under his breath at the way you’re squeezing him. 

“How are you always so fucking tight?” he grunts. “Doesn’t matter what I do to you, how many times I make you cum before I fuck you...” he trails off, losing the ability to complete the thought as he loses himself in you. 

“It’s because you’re so fucking big,” you gasp. 

“Oh, is that right?” 

The little voice in the back of Wonwoo’s mind urges him to ask if he’s the biggest you’ve ever had, but he resists it. It would defeat the purpose of the conversation you’d literally just had-- even if he is dying to know if his dick is bigger than Jeonghan’s-- so he decides to taunt you instead. 

“But you like it like that, don’t you? Can’t get off unless you’re being split in half. Isn’t that right?”

Your mouth falls open, either in shock or in pleasure. There’s no way to tell which. 

“That’s not t-true” you argue.

He clicks his tongue, calling your bluff. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. It’s okay to be a size queen when your boyfriend’s got a big dick.”

The word feels foreign on his tongue but he likes the way it sounds. He likes the sound of being anything as long as he's yours. 

Subconsciously, his grip on you gets a little more possessive. He holds you tighter, closer. He shortens his thrusts, not pulling out as far so he can keep his body against yours. You feel so warm around him, even warmer without a condom in between you.  

He’s never done this with anyone before, never wanted it with anyone until you. Of course, he had always heard that fucking someone raw felt a thousand times better than it did with protection but it was just never worth taking the risk to him. 

Risk is the last thing on Wonwoo’s mind now. The only thing he can think about is how good, how right it feels to have you like this. 

“Baby? You still with me?” he asks, slowing down enough for you to respond. 

“Mhm.”

“Feels good?”

“So good.”

“Are you getting close?”

You nod, moaning a little too loud when you open your mouth to try and answer. Your eyes widen in surprise and you clap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle it but it’s too late. 

“It’s okay, I’m sure no one heard.” 

Secretly, Wonwoo hopes they did. He knows you don’t actually want to get caught, though, so he offers to help in the best way he knows how. 

“Take a deep breath, baby.”

The way your eyes roll back when Wonwoo’s hand closes around your throat is almost enough to send him over the edge. He has to bite his lip and pray to whoever’s listening as you cum hard around him, weakly fucking you through it while he hangs on by a thread.

He can barely think, let alone speak. The words are choked out, shaky and barely coherent. “Fuck, I’m- where do you want me to-”

“Inside,” you plead. “Cum inside me.”

God, he’s going to lose it. “Are you sure?”

“Are you going to make me beg?”

He wants to jab back, joke that you don’t have to beg even though you always sound so pretty when you do, but he’s too busy filling you with cum to grant you any kind of response. There’s so much, way more than he anticipated. 

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

“What, why?”

He gives you a sheepish look. “It’s going to make a mess.”

You shake your head at him. “That’s what your tongue is for, silly.” Of course. Wonwoo is lucky to be dating such a smart woman. “You clean me up, I clean you up?”

He grins. “Deal.”

He pulls out and sinks to his knees on the tile in front of you, cock still out and still hard, dripping with the both of you. His hands travel gently up the backs of your legs until he reaches your thighs. He taps your right one, signalling you to lift it and hoist it over his shoulder. Then when you do, he looks up at you expectantly. 

You cock your head to the side in confusion. “What?”

“So... after this, my place or yours?”

[sprnklersplashes]

reading six of crows is like.... you read exchanges like the "my ghost won't associate with your ghost" or "pay someone to pay someone to pay someone to burn your kruge" and your lol "aw, they really are just kids". and then you watch them be thrust into life or death situations or the book slows down and sits with the weight of their unspeakable trauma or they tally up the things they have done to survive and you sort of sit back and whisper to yourself, "oh... they're just kids."

[madeforgyu]

something to do with baths and dad gyu is so lovely

bath time. (18+ only, mdni)

summary. mingyu takes care of you after a long day.

pairing. mingyu x f!reader (reader notes. smaller than gyu. she also kinda neurodivergent but can be read as just introverted)

genre. fluff! but marked as +18 bc dadbf!gyu

word count. 675

author’s note. i wrote this at 2am when i was supposed to be asleep

you had a long day. both of you did. you had gone from one event to the next— late lunch with seungkwan and vernon followed by a movie, then gym with his trainer and woozi, and finally, dinner (also with woozi and his trainer).

you had loads of fun— you always do when you’re with mingyu. but while your hunk of a boyfriend is extroverted and easy-going and sociable, you’re a lot more reserved and social interactions drain you.

and mingyu knows this because of course he would.

so the minute you get home, he takes your bag, runs you a bath, and promises homemade hot chocolate and kisses before bed.

mingyu has his arms wrapped around your middle as you lay against him in the warmth of the bathtub. you sit between his legs, back pressed to his chest and head resting in the curve that connects his shoulder to his neck.

neither of you speak.

the bathroom is silent, but safe. comfortable. he knows you need a little quiet to decompress from an entire day’s worth of just being. bubbles float around you in clusters that look like fluffy clouds and you play with it gently, stuck in your own world.

the water is warm, maybe a little on the hotter side, but to the both of you, it’s just right.

“love you, daddy,” you say breaking the silence with a soft, contented sigh as you melt into mingyu.

he smiles as he hears your voice. he takes it as a cue that you’ve come down from your inner world and you’re ready to talk again.

“love you more,” he replies with a kiss to the side of your head. “how you feelin’, baby?”

“tired. but happy. you?”

“happy that you’re happy.” he kisses your shoulder. “think i overbooked us today. sorry, love.”

you smile at his words. he’s always been so attentive to your needs. you hands drop to caress his thighs affectionately. not to initiate anything, but just to touch him.

“s’okay, daddy. i probably needed today too. y’know— for enrichment.”

he chuckles and nods like he’s convinced. “for enrichment. like a cat.”

“well, you do call me kitty sometimes—”

“OKAY—! yup, she’s awake. baby is awake.”

“daddy, you got me a collar—”

“do you want me to get hard right now, baby? i thought you were tired?”

you laugh at him. he laughs too and the sound is music to your ears. he tightens his grip around your midsection and buries his face into into the side of your neck. he squishes you and nuzzles against your shoulder, trying to get rid of the cuteness aggression rushing through his body because god, you are a menace but you’re adorable all the same.

“i mean… i’m jus’ sayin,” you trail off once his laughter has died down.

“shush.”

he ushers you out of the bath when the water turns cold and he notices the skin on your fingers are starting to wrinkle. then he picks out matching pajamas, dries your hair for you, and when both of you are done with your night time routines, you make him the best homemade hot chocolate he swears he’s ever had in his entire fucking life. you giggle and kiss away the chocolate milk mustache over his top lip.

you sit on the couch, pressed up against mingyu’s side with your head on his shoulder, hot chocolate turning cold on the coffee table in front of you. you sit in silence again, the netflix in the background merely white noise to the both of you now.

it doesn’t take long before you doze off, too tired from the day to stay awake. he scoops you up in his arms, carries you back to your shared bedroom, and tucks you in under the covers. then he slips in next to you underneath the blanket and cradles you in his arms.

“g’night, baby. sleep well,” he tells you, even though he knows you’re already fast asleep. with one last kiss to your forehead, he closes his eyes.

[jeonsupershy]

doctor i don't feel so good🩺

[dasiesanddarkness]

the thing about I Dreamed a Dance and There’s a World is that There’s a World is always described and acted as Gabe convincing Diana to kill herself to be with him- in the proshot after he says “I’ll show you just where” (and touches her wrist) she pulls away from him and shakes her head, like she’s trying to say no to what he’s suggesting. but. in I Dreamed a Dance, Gabe seems completely content with leaving. he has his stuff, he sings with her and gives her a hug and then starts to walk away unprompted. it isn’t until Diana grabs his hand, refusing to let him go and let herself move on and says “I’ll die to dance with (you)” that he sings There’s a World. it’s an example of him (in this moment at least) being more than just a hallucination of her dead son- he’s an extension of Diana and a representation of her grief. he can only convince her to commit suicide because there is some part of her that already wants to, so in reality, he isn’t “convincing her” at all- he’s just acting as the final push to do something she was already considering

[leechaeryeonqs-moved]

12 DAYS OF BLACK EYE ↪ DAY 9 | look me in my eyes and tell me pretty lies.

[avirxy]

blight art

[jinjjayo]

SWAN ♡ PONZONA @ MUSIC CORE 210327

[nikoxsprinkles]

frankly, she appears to be an icon (threatening)

[seokminfilm]

healing ☆ lee seokmin

☆, pairing: lee seokmin x reader ☆, description: cuddling with your boyfriend could heal any ache. ☆, warnings/tropes: non-idol au, short, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, mentions of period cramps (reader is assumed to be female), kissing, skinship (specifically cuddling), pet names: seok (his), love (reader's) ☆, lyr's footnotes: period cramps are not fun. i hate them. anyways dedicated to dawn (@realmofclouds) because she actually inspired me to do something productive today <3 thank you dawn ily ☆, now playing: healing — seventeen ☆, word count: 451 ☆, written for: @kstrucknet

"can we cuddle?"

you're falling into the plush sheets of you and seokmin's shared bed, dull pain in your body ebbing for a split second before it comes rushing back, nearly knocking you out. a groan escapes your lips, and seokmin already knows what's happening, phone discarded as he pulls you close to his chest.

"of course we can cuddle, love." seokmin's arms are wrapping around your body like it's second nature, spooning you in his arms as you lay on his lap. his thighs are firm under you, grounding you in a way that keeps the nausea from biting at your back.

"you started?" seokmin asks softly, stroking your hair away from your face as he traces your jawline. you nod, sighing in content as seokmin presses a hand to your lower body, applying pressure on the spot he knows you need it.

"i'm so sorry, love. i wish it wasn't so hard on you." seokmin really did hate seeing you like this, sluggish and pale as you lounged on his lap.

it hurt him, knowing he couldn't take the cramps away from you. seokmin would take it, if he could. he told you that every time you asked him to be the big spoon in bed.

"do you need me to get you anything? water, a snack, an extra blanket?" seokmin's pressing kisses to your clammy forehead, watching you as you slowly shake your head.

"just...need to stay here for a while. that's all," a small smile comes on your face as seokmin presses a kiss to your soft lips, nodding in response.

"of course. we'll stay in bed as long as you want to stay, love." seokmin's nodding without a second thought, and you say a quick thank you, finally finding enough comfort to stop tossing and turning.

as you allow your eyes to close, he stares down at you, a smile on his features as he studies your now pain-free face. you look like you're resting peacefully, cheek slightly pressed into seokmin's thigh as your breath tickles his skin.

"are you feeling sleepy? i can lay you down and tuck you in if you want me to," seokmin's already ready to do something for you, but you shake your head, patting his leg in reassurance.

"no, no, seok. i wanna stay right here. on your lap. with you." you smile, and seokmin nods, tension leaving both of your bodies as the two of you relax together for the first time in what feels like forever. you could feel the healing from seokmin's touch and smile already spreading through your body, and you knew it was just a matter of time before you were up and running again.

[bei-b]

Joshua Hong: gentleman, menace to society (pt 1) (2) (3) (4)

[jeonsupershy]

twirling my hair kicking my feet (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

[eunaroa]

☆ OH, I LOVED YOU MISS — h.c ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

ೃ⁀➷ SUMMARY; in which , vernon texts his ex while drunk. | FEAT. Vernon x fem!reader | TROPE childhood friends to lovers, now exes? rekindling?? | FORMAT oneshot | GENRE angst, fluff | WARNINGS cursing, suggestive (if you squint) | WC 3.6k | NOTES my first svt fic ! eee !

Picture this, your childhood best friend, now ex boyfriend, texts you a cryptic message after a late night out with his friends. In a drunken state, he types a simple ‘I miss you,” which struck your curiosity. Not because you’re interested, but because he’s the one who broke things off with you. He wakes up the next morning and checks his phone, having completely forgotten that he sent you a message, only to see a text message from you. ‘What?’ Only one thought ran through his now sober mind. ‘Shit.’

VOL. | 001 — THE ONE WITH THE MISTAKE

12:10 PM

Hansol’s fingers hovered, then vigorously tapped the screen of his phone as he drunkenly typed out a message. He sat slouched in a booth, lost in the blur of bodies and booming bass, the smell of alcohol strongly scenting the air. His friends were all off in conversation, mumbling and talking over each other about an attractive woman that just passed. But Hansol wasn’t listening, he sat staring at his phone, the words blinking back him, waiting to be sent.

“I miss you.”

It seemed like a good idea five shots ago, with a half-empty beer sweating on the tabletop in front of him. He was never the type of person to become loud when he drank, but rather a person who thought — too much. And right now, all he could think about was you.

His best friend, his first love.

The words on his phone started to blur from the amount of alcohol he consumed. So without another thought, he sent the message, and joined his friends in whatever they were chatting about.

He thought that maybe you had gone to sleep by now, and hadn’t thought twice about the message he sent. Little did he know that you had been up working on a project for one of your classes.

The ring from your phone was too loud in the silent room to ignore. You’d been working on a research paper for your Cognitive Psychology class, hot tea sitting on the corner of your desk, waiting to be consumed. The room smelled faintly of vanilla, curtesy of the new scent plugs your roommate bought. Thankfully, your roommate was off at a party tonight, giving you just the right amount of quiet to finish your paper as quiet lo-fi music hummed in your ears. Absentmindedly, you picked up your phone, expecting a text from one of your classmates who told you they’d be working on the project tonight as well. Finally looking away from your laptop, your face dropped when you saw the contact name pop up on the bright screen.

Vernon — “I miss you.” 12:18 PM

Thoughts uncontrollably started to race through your mind;

“Why did he text me this?”,

“Is he okay?”,

“Did he mean to text this?”,

“Why now?”

Why now, after he stood in your dorm two months ago, breaking your heart, as he claimed that he “needed space”, that he wasn’t “ready” to jump into anything serious? After you finally started to piece yourself together, after you sobbed in your best friend’s arms, pleading and wishing that the pain would go away, trying to unlove him. Things finally felt normal, and of course he had to come and mess it all up again, for all of his selfish intent and purposes which came at your expense.

Your hand hadn’t moved since you picked up the phone, it started to warm up in your hands, and the screen had long since faded back to the pitch dark screen it was, before Hansol disrupted the peaceful atmosphere you enjoyed, up until five minutes ago. Trying to push back the storm of emotions brewing inside you, you picked up the phone, unlocked it and clicked on the message.

You couldn’t find the right words to respond;

“I miss you too,” Delete.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” Delete.

“I love you?” Definitely delete.

Your frustration grew as you stared at the ceiling, trying to form a response. By this time, the soft lo-fi sounds playing in the background were working overtime to calm you down. Maybe he sent it on accident? Meant to send it to someone else? Eugh. The thought of him even having a new girlfriend made your stomach twist. But it didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t yours to be jealous over. He wasn’t yours to love, and he definitely wasn’t yours to be stressing over right now. With all of that in mind, you hesitated to type a simple, “What?”clicking the send button. You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, and tried to return to your project, even though you were failing miserably.

VOL. | 002 — THE ONE WITH THE REALIZATION

8:00 AM THE NEXT MORNING

Hansol laid sprawled out on the mattress in his dorm, covers halfway off of his body, still wearing last night’s clothes. He reeked of alcohol, and the sound of his roommate throwing up in their bathroom woke him up. His head was booming, and the faint light coming through the curtains draped over his window didn’t help much either. He was hungover. An audible groan left his lips before he sat up in bed. Reaching for his phone, he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a sigh. The bright light emitting from his phone only increased the massive, God-awful headache he woke up with. That’s when he saw it;

My Love — “What?” 12:30 PM

“Shit,” an audible sound of disgust escaped his lips as he dropped his phone dramatically and facepalmed, rubbing his hands on his face as if stressed. All of the memories from last night came rushing back. The most important one being when he texted you on a whim, saying that he missed you. Technically it wasn’t a lie. He did miss you. He just knew there was no possible chance of getting you back after the stunt he pulled two months ago that left you heartbroken in your dorm. The sound of your broken sobs and soft mutters of the question “why” over and over — it still hurts him to know he was the one that inflicted that pain. Before the breakup, he was dealing with a lot of pressure, freshman year of college, his parents were on him, setting unrealistic expectations for him, he hadn’t made any friends, and to make it all better, you were busy all of the time. He was alone. And being alone forced him to sit with his thoughts. He was still trying to figure out who he was. And he didn’t want to be the one to get in your way or waste your time. He thought that you deserved someone who could communicate clearly, who knew what they wanted and went for it. He told himself that he was doing the “mature” thing, letting you go. But now? He sees that he was the man you deserved. Hearing your sobs as he explained his reasoning for going his separate way, he realized that you didn’t want a better man. You wanted him to be a better man. And he hates that he couldn’t realize that until it was too late. Still, after the breakup, he couldn’t bring himself to change your contact name, it was his one constant, his one anchor to you, even if it meant that he’d never have the chance to tell you he loved you again.

Vernon wasn’t exactly the typical, college frat boy, party all night and cram assignments at the last minute. He drank on occasion, completed his assignments on time, and hardly went to parties, especially at night. Last night though, was an exception. His friends begged him to get out of the dorm, to party, to live a little, and now, having to deal with the repercussions of his drunk texting last night, he wished that he hadn’t listened to his friends.

Heaving a sigh, he picked up the phone on his mattress, his roommate exiting the bathroom, hands on his stomach, as he got back into his bed, clothes from last night still on his body. He couldn’t be bothered to take it all off. Hansol unlocked his phone, navigating to your contact. His fingers hovered over the keyboard as he thought of some excuse that’d be good enough to explain himself. He looked away from the phone for a second, looking at the ceiling and sighing once more as he moved a hand to rub his face and looked back down to the keyboard. Hesitantly, he typed;

“Sorry. Drunk texted.” 8:17 AM

He contemplated for a minute, before deciding to just send the message. His heart skipped a beat, before he hesitated to type something else out;

“It’s true though, I do miss you” 8:18 AM

After all, they say that drunk words are sober thoughts. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw the message deliver. He contemplated unsending it, but if he was already this deep, he might as well tell the truth, right? God. You drove him insane. And it was moments like these where he wished that he never let his conscience take over and convince him to break up with you. His thoughts were interrupted by a lump in his throat, followed by a rush of food coming up his throat,

Oh God.

VOL. | 003 — THE ONE WITH HER RESPONSE

It was well past 4 PM at this point. You saw Hansol’s message this morning. When you saw his response, a little part of you was… excited? It sounded so wrong, especially after the way he ended things, but you couldn’t help how you felt. He was your childhood best friend after all, he knew you better than anyone else on this planet, and you knew him better than he knew himself.

He was your first love, your first everything.

First kiss, first dance, first ‘I love you.’

Your first time being in such a vulnerable position.

You’d been too nervous to reply. To open this part of you again, stepping out on a whim, and only hoping to not be hurt again. But when you arrived to your dorm after a long day of classes, a sudden spark of confidence hit you. You said hello to your roommate before sitting on top of your comforter, and unlocking your phone. Immediately clicking his contact, your heart skipped again seeing his response from early this morning. Taking a deep breath, you typed;

“You broke up with me, Hansol.” 6:14 PM

You barely had any time to process what you just sent, before three grey dots showed up, indicating that he was typing back. Had he been waiting all day for you to respond?

“I’m sorry,” 6:15 PM

“I can’t begin to explain to you how sorry I am.” 6:15 PM

Your breath hitched. Your eyes beginning to water.

No, not now. He didn’t get to do this. Not when you’re finally okay. Not after you cried over him for weeks, because he wasn’t just your boyfriend. He was your best friend. You lost two things that day. Your relationship, and your best friend. And now what? He’s here, claiming that he’s sorry? Sorry for what? The countless nights your best friend stayed with you because you couldn’t sleep? The tears you cried? The feelings you felt? A tear fell from your eye, because for a second, you couldn’t believe that he was actually apologizing. And what hurt even more is that you knew he meant his words. He wasn’t the type of man to just mumble pointless apologies. He meant every single word.

You tried to type back, but everything you typed just wasn’t right. Your fingers pressed backspace more than the actual letters on the keyboard. Hansol saw every second of it.

The dots would pop up, then disappear.

They’d stay for a minute, then disappear.

They’d stay there, staring at him, before disappearing again.

When it happened for a fourth time, he typed a message with weary hands.

“Let me make it up to you. Please” 6:21 PM

“I swear I’ll amount to the man you’ve always deserved.” 6:22 PM

Through your teary eyes, you immediately typed a response, your emotions getting the better of you.

“Hansol” 6:22 PM

It came across as a warning. That he had a chance to stop what he was doing before he said something he didn’t mean. You couldn’t go through this again. Not with him. Wiping your few tears, you sniffled a little before looking back at the screen and seeing three grey dots already on the screen. You sighed and looked around, anywhere but the phone screen. Your eyes landed outside of the dorm window. Watching a bird on a tree. You didn’t want to see what he said, and hoped that this could all go away. That tiny part inside of you, still hoped that he meant what he said. Because as messed up as it seems, you still loved him. You never stopped. You never wanted the breakup, that was all him. So weeks later, after all the crying, you pretended like you were over him, knowing that a piece of your heart would always belong to him, that a part of you always wanted something like this to happen. For him to realize what he lost.

The phone vibrated in your hand.

“Let me take you out. That cafe you like?” 6:24 PM

“I promise I will make it worth your time.” 6:24 PM

This man wasn’t letting up. He wanted you back. He wanted to fight for you. You might just let him.

VOL. | 004 — THE ONE WITH THE COFFEE DATE

Your heart pounded in your chest as you walked on the sidewalk leading up to the cafe where you and Hansol had your first date. ‘Of course he’d choose this cafe,’ you thought to yourself, before taking a deep breath, and walking through the cafe door.

You saw him.

For the first time.

In months.

The memory of the last time you saw him, rambling on about how he wasn’t the right man for you, was quickly replaced by the warm smile on his face, as he raised his hand a little, waving hello. Your emotions took control, causing you to smile back at him. Walking over, an awkwardness sat in the air as you sat across from him. Your favorite strawberry pastry, and decaf coffee with extra sugars, waiting for you.

“I remembered how much you love that pastry” He hummed.

“Hope you don’t mind,” His words were soft. As though he was afraid that you’d walk out of this cafe at any given moment, prohibiting him of any chance to talk to you again. Even if you wouldn’t accept him, all he wanted was to talk to you again. To see that gorgeous face he once had the luxury of seeing every night, and waking up to each time you’d sleep at his dorm.

As you sat down and adjusted yourself, you spoke.

“Hi,” You smiled. Just glad that you could talk to your best friend again. There were a lot of things you wanted to catch him up on, but you wanted to let him speak. Let him explain himself. And maybe get back to where you two were, before the weight of the world came threatening to destroy it.

“Hi,” He spoke, smiling warmly at you again. Taking in all of your features and appreciating each tiny detail of the woman he loved so much.

Trying to lighten the mood, he rambled on;

“Do you remember when we were kids, and we were playing baseball?” he began, smiling, and thinking about how simple things used to be.

“You looked so cute in that little helmet your mom got you, and I swung the ball, hoping you’d hit it.” He chuckled before continuing,

“And you hit it perfectly-” He was cut off by the sound of your laughter.

“Perfectly into your mom’s living room window,” You chuckled, remembering the story.

“And you took the blame for me, even though your mom wouldn’t let your play outside for weeks,” you hummed, looking down at the table, playing with your hands.

“You could’ve ratted me out, but you didn’t.”

You mumbled, looking back up at him.

He missed this, and to be fair, you did too. Being able to just talk to each other, no strings attached, no awkwardness, no lingering feelings. Hansol took your hand, which you were previously playing with nervously, and held it across the table. He knew that when you got nervous, you fidgeted.

“Because I loved you.” He hummed softly.

His words lingered. He meant it.

“I miss you.”

Again. He said it again. As his hand held yours, his thumb brushed over the backside of your hand trying to soothe your nerves. This time, it felt real. Not real because his hand was holding yours, but because you could sense the sympathy in his tone.

Your best friend.

You got your best friend back.

“I missed you too,” You hum, letting his thumb continue to run across the back of your hand.

All awkwardness aside, the rest of the “date” went well. The two of you chatted about college, about your friends, and about how life has treated the both of you as of recent. After the nerves, everything slid back into how it used to be. Hansol talking, and you laughing. The way he looked at you with so much love when you spoke, just letting you talk. The way he would absentmindedly touch your hands, as a constant reminder that he was there and he wasn’t leaving. Not this time.

VOL. | 005 — THE ONE WITH THE QUESTION

Things had been going great. Hansol would drop you off to your classes, walk with you on late nights, and he’d visit your dorm a lot more often. The two of you started going on dates again, and little by little, Hansol would prove to you that he is a better man than he once was.

He’d buy you flowers and send them to your dorm.

He’d leave little notes for you to find after he’d visit your dorm.

He’d even buy your lunch when you persisted that he didn’t have to.

He wasn’t letting up. And he wouldn’t let you slip away. Not for a second time. The day he left your dorm, after breaking up with you, he realized two harsh realities at once; he’d just lost the love of his life, and if he ever got the chance again, he wouldn’t fuck it up.

It was a late night, Hansol took you out for dinner around 9:00 PM, and now the two of you were walking on a beach near the restaurant.

“You okay?” He spoke, voice low but gentle, as he held your hand, your head resting on the side of his arm, as the two of you continued to walk.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “Just thinking.” You clarify, feeling the sand between your toes, and the cool water reaching your feet every once in a while.

“I missed this,” You hummed, looking up at him, as he looked down at you, his attention soon turning to something in front of them.

Looking back in front of you, your head still resting on his arm, you saw the faint glow of candles and a blanket in the sand.

“Well, I’m glad you said that,” He hummed, before letting go of your hand and walking in front of you to grab a poster-board that sat on top of the blanket on the sand.

“Hansol,” You giggled, “What is this?” You questioned, hand over your mouth as you still chuckled, in disbelief that he took the time to set this up before he picked you up and drove you two to the restaurant.

As he held up the poster, your mouth dropped and you erupted in giggles, covering your mouth with your hand as he stood there proud. The poster looked like it had been written in his own penmanship, and had photos of you and him on it, that the two of you had taken on your digital camera weeks ago. He bent down slightly to grab a bouquet of roses, and held them up with the poster. His gorgeous features were highlighted by the gentle glow of the candles around the blanket, the scene alone making you fall deeper in love with the man he was. No part of you ever stopped loving the man he was before, but the man he became now, for you? It was a sight that you could never get tired of. The poster read;

“Will you be miss chwe again?”

He stood with the biggest, stupidest, smug smile on his face as you laughed at him and walked towards him, kissing him and murmuring a soft yes against his lips. As your lips met his, an electric feeling coursed through your body, he paused for a minute, pulling away so he could set the poster and flowers down on the blanket. He wasted no time in swooping you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist as you giggled and looked down at him, pressing your lips to his once again. The kiss lasted for what felt like forever, Hansol murmuring countless ‘I love yous’ against your lips. As the two of you pulled away, and he placed you back onto the sand, you spoke up, walking to the blanket to sit down properly and enjoy the moment, Hansol right behind you, his hands resting on your waist, making sure you don’t fall.

“This is so beautiful baby, I love it.” You smiled as you spoke, siting down.

He sat down beside you, resting his gentle hands on your thigh, leaning in for a quick peck,

“I love you.” He hummed, pulling away from you, but keeping his face close to yours. His eyes roamed your face, as you smiled at him, and he moved a hand to caress your face, pulling you in for another long, slow kiss. A kiss he had been yearning for ever since he made that mistake standing in your dorm, six months ago.

Maybe this time, it’ll be different.

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[nonranghaes]

"it's just me."

you barely get a chance to roll onto your back before soonyoung's already climbing onto the bed and somewhat on top of you and your blankets, and it's only seconds later that he crashes. it's far from the first time this has happened (soonyoung is clingy and cuddly, especially when he's sleepy), but he manages to knock the wind out of you nonetheless. he rests his head on your chest, and you wiggle an arm out to curl around him as best as you can in your semi-trapped position.

"soonyoung--"

"just go back to sleep," he murmurs. "everything's fine."

you stroke his hair, thumb dipping down to graze his cheek at one point. "soonie--"

"i mean it," he says, eyes peering up in the low light to see yours. "i'm fine. just need to nap." his hand finds yours, and he wraps your arm around him as he snuggles in. he plants a kiss against your chest before resting his head against it again, eyes fluttering shut. "you can rest a little longer, too."

you settle back down after a moment, arms wrapped around soonyoung as you shut your eyes again. sometimes you swear this tiger is a teddy bear, but regardless of which he is, he's yours.

[thesunsethour]

when house stares into cameron’s soul until the weight of her faith in him becomes too much… my god…