#all i want for christmas is yoon jeonghan

[hannyoontify]

saw this ad on insta n immediately thought of how jeonghan would probably like the black one

[horangare]

omggg please do a part 2 to the dilf jeonghan fic

tis the season

pairing : dilf!jeonghan x college student!reader

content : smut (mdni u already know)

in which : it’s time for christmas break, and iseul is asking you to buy some time with her father so she can finish her last minute shopping. you’ve been meaning to spend some one on one time with her dad, and now you finally can

warnings : age gap (late 40’s jeonghan, early 20’s reader), daddy kink (i’m sorry but it’s also like barely there), pet names (princess, baby, good girl, slut, whore, sir), dom & sub dynamics, dumbification, teasing (dirty talk, degradation, praise), mentions of multiple orgasms, fingering, finger sucking, lingerie kink (kinda? i think?), u two want each other so bad, iseul (yeah she’s a warning in this one lol), hannie’s kinda mean but u like it

wc : 3.3K words

note : i was wondering how long it would be before someone requested this. srry it took so long omg i had no idea what i wanted to do w this i literally had like 3 diff ideas

part 1

By now, the Yoon household had become like a second home to you.

Even though it was just Iseul, Jeonghan, and that big maze of a house, it didn’t ever feel like anything was missing. Since Iseul brought you over the first time, things hardly ever changed. You’d still slept in Iseul’s room whenever you slept over (until Jeonghan made one of the guest rooms into a room for you, then the two of you both started having your sleepovers there), you still took a wrong turn trying to find the bathroom and ended up in the kitchen or the laundry room, and you still ended up bent over on a new surface somewhere in the house while Jeonghan had his way with you.

It was a comfortable routine. One you were upset would have to abandon for the next three weeks to drag yourself back to your dull little hometown to spend time with your family and a handful of other relatives who’s names you couldn’t remember even if you tried.

“You know you could just come stay with us,” Iseul said offhandedly one day when you mentioned how much you were dreading on returning home. The suggestion hadn’t held that much meaning when Iseul gave it, she already knew just how much you enjoyed coming over, but in that moment she had become your saving grace.

“Really? You mean it?” The girl just nodded, jumping in surprise when you pulled her into a hug and spun her around. “What would I do without you, Iseul?”

“Wow, it’s that bad, huh?” She laughed, patting you on the shoulder once you had placed her back on the ground.

“Oh please, you have no idea.”

You rode in Iseul’s car for the first time the next day. When she asked how you were planning to get there and you mentioned the countless number of times you’ve Ubered back and forth to her house, she nearly started crying and promised to drive you anywhere you wanted from now on. “Do you know how much money that adds up to? No more Ubers!”

So now here you were, in the passengers seat of Iseul’s white Honda Accord, gripping onto the handle above the door as Iseul sped down the roads with the most stoic look on her face you think you’ve ever seen. The Ubers may have been expensive, but at least they were safe. It confused you a little; you had ridden in the car with Jeonghan at the wheel before and never had an experience like this. Clearly Iseul hadn’t inherited those skills from him, but right now you were wishing she had.

“Are you alright?” She looked over at you when the car finally came to a stop at a red light. You nodded, one of your hands flat against your chest as you felt your heart threatening to beat right out of your ribcage. Iseul smiled, either ignoring the panic you were trying to hide or not picking up on it at all as she sped off as soon as the light had turned green. “We’re gonna take a shortcut, there’s way too much traffic right now and—shit!” The car lurched to a halt, both you and Iseul’s bodies jerking forward with the sheer force of the stop. “Oops, I almost hit the curb.”

You really needed your own car.

After spending the next eight minutes in Iseul’s death trap car, you pretty much threw yourself out of the seat when you saw that she was pulling into the garage to the side of the house. You considered kissing the ground, but you didn’t. Your sister was a worse driver.

“Dad, we’re home,” Iseul shouted into the warm interior of the house. There was no immediate verbal response from Jeonghan, he just snaked his way through the hallways of the space with a mug in his hands and a smile on his face.

“Hi, Seulie,” He hummed, letting his eyes wander over to you. “Hello, [Y/n].”

“Hi, Mr. Yoon.”

“How was the drive? Was there a lot of traffic?” Jeonghan had already started retreating back to the living room, you and Iseul followed, seating yourselves next to each other on the couch.

“It was fine. The traffic wasn’t so bad, everyone’s probably going to the airport.” Iseul hummed. She turned her head in your direction. “Dad’s happy you’re staying over. He pretends like he’s calm about it, but he giggled when I called him and told him earlier.”

Your body flushed with heat at your friend’s casual comment, your eyes flitting over to Jeonghan, who was staring down into his mug. The two of you haven’t gotten to spend much time together for a while since you were usually coming over to spend time with Iseul lately. He missed you.

“We’ll have the next three weeks to spend together, sir.” You smiled, finally getting him to look back at you. One of his eyebrows quirked upwards—he was expecting to keep that promise, but he wouldn’t say it. He would just expect you to act on it.

And you would.

You hadn’t acted on it.

A week into staying with Iseul and Jeonghan, you had spent almost every waking moment of your time with your friend. Baking cookies, decorating the house, watching Christmas movies, going ice skating for the first time in your life (and having Iseul laugh at you until she cried when you ate shit on the ice over and over again), and a plethora of other festive events. You had been having such a good time with her, the promise you made to Jeonghan had let itself slip from your mind. The most the two of you could do was kiss for a few seconds before Iseul came popping up from around a corner or shouting your name to the house in hopes of a response. She was his daughter, and you were her friend, but he was losing his patience. All he wanted was some time to have you all to himself.

Maybe today he would finally get the chance.

Monday morning greeted you with a six am phone call from Iseul, which you answered, your mind and voice still riddled with sleep. “Hello?”

“So sorry to call you so early, but I am totally gonna make it up to you.”

“Iseul, what—”

“Look, I have to finish shopping for presents. I don’t know when I’ll be done, there’s kind of a lot on my list,” She explained, and you thought she was joking. It was just her, you, and Jeonghan. How long could the list possibly be? “Anyway, I just wanted to let you know where I was. Something else…oh! Maybe spend some time with dad while I’m away. He gets lonely, y’know. Okay, that’s all, bye!” Iseul hung up the phone before you could even process everything she had said, leaving you staring at the device in your hand dumbfounded.

“Okay.” You sighed, dragging yourself out of bed and to the bathroom (the one connected to your new room, because you were sick and tired of almost pissing yourself because you walked into the study instead) to freshen up.

Finally, you thought. Finally you’d have private time to spend, just you and Jeonghan. The time you spend with Iseul was precious to you, obviously, the girl was your best friend. But if you said the reason you had wanted to come over was just to avoid your family and bond with Iseul, you’d have been lying. You smiled to yourself, wondering what the two of you would do, and you squeezed your thighs together if it would be anything like you had come to finish your midterm project.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening and peeked your head out of the bathroom, your body relaxing when you saw Jeonghan standing in the doorway, his hands behind his back. You sighed with relief, bending over slightly to spit out the toothpaste in your mouth and wiping your mouth.

“Do you and Iseul always wake up so early?” You asked him as he got closer. He shook his head.

“It’s usually just me that’s up at this time.” He mumbled. “Where is she, anyway?”

“Last minute shopping.” You said, finally turning your body to face his. His hands were still behind his back, and Jeonghan smirked when you tried to peek at what he was hiding. “What is that?”

“What, this?” He shrugged. “Oh nothing. Just something I picked up one day. It’s supposed to be your present, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give it to you now, hm?”

You gasped, your heart swelling with the knowledge that Jeonghan had gone out and gotten something for you. Both of his eyebrows shot up at the excitement creeping onto your face and he quickly turned away from you.

“Or maybe I should just wait until Christmas. You wouldn’t mind, would you? I’m sure the presents Seulie got for you will be better than this.” Still smirking, Jeonghan started to walk away but stopped in place when you pulled on his arm.

“No! I’m sorry sir, really am.” You pouted, reaching to try and take the present from Jeonghan, but he easily held it just out of your reach. “Iseul will be gone for a while. It’s…just the two of us.”

Jeonghan groaned at that. He loved his daughter, but he’d gone too long without getting to have you all to himself. Turning back around, Jeonghan placed the gift in your hands. “Alright, princess. Just one condition before you open this.”

“Anything for you, sir.” You but your lip in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the response he would give you. Jeonghan leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“You have to do anything I say, got that?” You exhaled shakily, but you still nodded, and Jeonghan cupped your face, swiping his thumb along your bottom lip.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He tasted good, sweet, like hot chocolate. That’s probably what he’s been drinking in that mug everyday. When he pulled away, you whined, much to Jeonghan’s delight. “I’m not going anywhere. Go on, open your present.”

You smiled, giving your full attention to the neatly wrapped box in your hands, gently untying the silver ribbon holding it together and lifting the top of the box up. You gasped. Lingerie. Jeonghan got you lingerie. “S-sir, I…”

“Put it on for me. Right here.”

Stunned into silence by his abrupt request, your clothing was thrown to the ground with haste. Jeonghan watched you the entire time from his seat on the edge of your bed, drinking in the way you would fidget and avoid making eye contact with him. Yeah, you were a little nervous. He’s never asked you to strip for him, usually he would just rip off your clothes to avoid wasting any time. He really seemed to be enjoying the fact that Iseul was away.

“It’s pretty, sir.” You whispered, tracing your fingers over the delicate lace now adorning your skin. It was white with pale pink detailing, and the bra piece had mesh slips that went all the way around your upper body. The bottom piece was a thong with a slit at the crotch. Oh, and one more tiny little detail. It was almost entirely see through. “Did you have to get something with one of these…holes?”

Jeonghan nodded, pulling you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. “Makes things easier,” he said, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You exhaled shakily at the feeling of them circling around your wet hole. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, unable to stop the moan that spilled from your lips when he pushed one of them inside you.

There was nothing Jeonghan wanted more than to fuck you senseless right now. He’d been holding himself back for a week. Just the sounds of your moans and the way he had to hold you down just to get you to stop squirming had his cock straining against his pants. The only reason he bothered with foreplay was so you’d take him without a fuss (and because he liked it when you begged him not to stop).

Your head fell back onto Jeonghan’s shoulder at the addition of a second finger, your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hanging open while you panted and whined. “F-Feels s’ good, sir. Missed this so much. Missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby,” Jeonghan mumbled, curling his fingers up inside of you to hit that spot that had your head spinning. You’re shaking and sweating and you can’t think straight, the feeling of Jeonghan’s fingers caressing your insides forces any other thoughts out of your head. Just when you think you can’t handle anything else, Jeonghan suddenly pinches your swollen clit, the sensation making you tighten around his fingers as you scream. “Liked that, didn’t you?” He repeated the action, the corners of his lips tilting upwards when your body reacted the same way once again.

“Mmm, yeah, liked it so much, sir. Gonna c-cum, can I?” You forced your eyes open to look at him, the pleasing look on your face doing nothing but making him harder. If he didn’t need to fuck you so bad, he would’ve said no. Seeing as this wasn’t the case, Jeonghan nodded, despite wanting this to last just a little longer.

“Yeah, princess. Go ahead and cum for me.”

His permission was all you needed before you allowed yourself to fall apart on his fingers. You cry out his name over and over until you’re left breathless. Jeonghan continues to finger you until your high has passed, and once it has, he pulls his fingers out and holds them up to your mouth. “Open,” he says, and you allow your lips to part enough for him to stick them into your mouth.

The taste of yourself on your own tongue and the action itself has you groaning, and you close your lips around his fingers, sucking off every last drop of your release.

“Good girl, sucking my fingers like the whore you are. I almost forgot how much of a slut you are,” This time, Jeonghan groans at your actions, pulling his fingers away. When you finally opened your eyes again, he was already naked. Oh, naked Jeonghan, one of your favorite sights, by far. Leaning forward, you ghosted your hands over the base of his cock, which had the older man moaning. “Fuck, baby, so desperate for my cock aren’t you? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You fell backwards onto the bed and gazed up into Jeonghan’s eyes, holding onto his arms tightly as the tip of his cock slipped into your aching pussy. It had been long—too long—that you had gone without the satisfying feeling of Jeonghan stretching you apart and filling you to the brim, you almost forgot how good it felt. Jeonghan felt the same, he had long craved the warmth of your insides, how wet you’d get for him so easily, how you so easily obeyed his every order.

He didn’t bother to start off slow, not when he had been waiting so long to finally have you like this. His pace was rough and unforgiving, each thrust seemed deeper than the last, but still you loved every second of it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting his to be as close to you as he could possibly be. “Ah! Yes, right there, sir!” You cried, out as his cock abused your sweet spot, your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Feels so good, doesn’t it, princess? You like it when I fuck you like this? Hm? When I use this tight, cute little pussy of yours?”

You nodded, the words you had planned to say dying at the back of your throat and being replaced by sounds that were a combination of grunts and moans. With one of his hands, Jeonghan held onto your face, trying to get you to look at him. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused with lust, and Jeonghan grinned at your fucked-out state.

“Oh baby, if only you could see yourself,” He groaned. “So fucking pretty, you can’t even use your words. All you can do is moan like the little cockslut you are, isn’t that right?” Just like he had done before, Jeonghan’s fingers pinched your clit, once again making you cry out with pleasure.

You tried to speak—to warn him of your imminent orgasm, but all you could squeak out were a chorus of high-pitched whines as the man above you pushed you closer to your release. He seemed to get the hint though, with the way your hole clenched around his cock, making it harder for him to move.

“Gonna cum, princess?” You squeaked again. “Aw, I know, baby. Poor sweet thing, can’t even tell me yourself. You don’t need to ask me, since I’m sure you would’ve cum anyway. But go ahead, cum.” His tone was so mean and condescending, and that was exactly that tone that made you cum for a second time.

Not even a moment after you had cum, Jeonghan was following you over the edge, pushing his cum deeper into your pulsating core all while your spent body shuddered beneath him. He shushed you, stroking your hair to get you to become calm and quiet once more before snapping his hips forward again.

“S-sir! I’m still…” Jeonghan shushed you again, never letting up with the fast pace he had set earlier on. His hips snapped against yours, the sound of skin against skin being one of the only sounds in the room aside from your pornographic moans and the occasional groans or rare grunt from Jeonghan. You were so out of it, you couldn’t even stop the words that came flying out of your mouth. “D-Daddy, please…”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Jeonghan moan so loud.

“It’s alright baby, Daddy’s got you.”

The two of you continued for what felt like hours. Several different positions, a dozen more orgasms, one very long bath, and a two-hour long nap later, you could finally feel your body again. You blinked, looking around the room when Jeonghan opened the door.

“You’re awake,” his smile was gentle. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “No, that’s alright, thank you.”

Jeonghan made his way to the bed and knelt down in front of you. “I didn’t hurt you, did I, baby?” The concern was written all over his face, the idea of you being in any sort of pain or discomfort would absolutely break his heart. Now you were the one smiling.

“No, never. If that were the case I would’ve told you, sir,” you tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear, letting your hand linger on the side of his face. “I think I’m in love with you.” You confessed quietly, almost as if you were afraid to admit it.

“You’re really gonna act all shy after everything we’ve done today?” He teased you, resting his head on your thighs. “Don’t worry, princess. I love you too.”

Don’t worry princess, I love you too.

You could’ve died right then. Jeonghan’s cheek on your thigh, his breath tickling your skin, reciprocating his love for you. Nothing could be better. Just you, Jeonghan, and—

“Hellooooo? [Y/n]? Dad? I’m home.”

Iseul.

“Iseullllll!” You shouted. Jeonghan pulled himself away despite his reluctance to part from you and stood himself up right as Iseul walked into the room.

She gasped. “Dad? You’re here too? Did I miss something?”

“Nothing at all, Seulie.” Jeonghan assured his daughter, his hand on her back as he walked her out of the room. “Did you find everything you were looking for? Nothing happened to the car, right?”

“I drive fine, what do you mean? You’re mean, you know that? [Y/n] never complains about my driving.”

He spared you one last glance, and your heart skipped a beat. It was just like the last time. Except this time, you loved Jeonghan, and he loved you back.

And that was the only thing you could ever want for Christmas.

[lovelyhan]

— 505 ⟢

i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck; or i did, last time i checked.

★ FEATURING; joshua x afab!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 3.4k words

★ TAGS; coworkers au, friends with benefits, typical gentleman in the streets sexual deviant in the sheets joshua, a hint of pining if you squint, slight angst?, smut (MINORS DNI)

★ NOTES; this specific picture of shua is years old but it incited the most visceral reaction out of me anyway so here we are with another short oneshot that sidetracked me from the monster that i'm SUPPOSED to be writing :| this also turned out a bit more emotional(?) than i originally intended, so heads up on that i guess

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (f receiving), choking, slight dumbification (i'm sorry, i normally have more dignity than this but i miss him so so dearly)

★ PERMANENT TAGLIST; @cheolhub - @pretty-trustme - @just-here-to-read-01 - @idkmelkro - @dejavernon - @venusrae - @jyiiscool - @jiniesclub - @junhui-recs - @bldelaine - @featmia - @fruitzcup - @hoeforhao - @candidupped - @billboard-singer - @caratochan - @novalpha - @dahliatopia - @0717luv - @shiveringgaze - @toruro - @mixling-blog - @minnie-mouser22 - @homerunhansol - @mirtaspace - @ti-red - @zzucculent - @woozarts - @rubyreduji - @mozellerra - @lllucere - @cheolzip - @jjjzzzz - @lissiesykes - @jeonride - @meowmeowminnie - @colored-confetti - @partiallyinfluencial - @speaknowlwt - @flwrshwa - @lilylikesthat - @aurorahongg - @whippedforjihoon - @todorokiskitten - @immabecreepin

★ JOSHUA TAGLIST; @yoonzinoooo - @scandal-in-bohemia - @lunaryoongie

Joshua arrives five minutes after the first clap of thunder and ten minutes after the rain started pouring outside.

You hear him before you see him. The automatic lock of the hotel room turns as he scans the spare keycard from outside — one that you made sure to leave with the receptionist in the lobby when he told you he'll be running a little late. When the door swings open, light spills from outside and he greets you with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle and your heart stutter.

It's the same look that makes your female coworkers swoon and giggle to themselves in the office pantry — talk about Joshua's adorable eye smile never straying too far from your ears.

If they knew what kind of person he was past the usual pleasantries, would they still engage in that kind of fanfare?

Joshua is soaked all over when he enters, having tracked rainwater all over the carpeted hallway and into the floor of Room 505. He doesn't seem all too fazed by it though — quickly shrugging off his coat before hanging it behind the flimsy plastic hooks screwed to the back of the door. He shuts it behind him with a kick, sighing through his teeth as he loosens the coil of a sushi-patterned necktie around his collar.

You got that one for him as an exchange gift for last year's Christmas party. Joshua uses it a lot more frequently than you expected him to. In fact, he always wears it during casual Fridays. You're not sure if he actually likes the stupid necktie or he's just trying to get a reaction out of you, but his choice to wear it isn't lost on you either way.

"Team dinners are really something else," Joshua chuckles as he tosses the flimsy material atop the complimentary dining table. He cards his fingers through his damp hair and you try not to think of how good he looks as he does it.

"You should've come with us. It's not often that you see Manager Yoon convince Jihoon to down a shot of soju. Oh, Seungkwan also got his ass handed to him at karaoke with the girls from sales. I had no idea Jihyo could hold her high notes like she means business."

You don't take a bite at his feeble attempt at small talk. He knows damn well why you don't show up to any of Jeonghan's team dinners, but you tell yourself that Joshua's just being polite — still thinking of the outcast of the marketing department despite the fact that you do not want anything to do with the people you work with.

...Although there are some exceptions here and there.

"Really? You're just going to give me the silent treatment all night?" Joshua sighs dramatically as he unbuttons his dress shirt — baring his rain-beaded chest to your unwitting gaze. "Well, if you need a bit more time, I'll go hop in the shower first. You're free to join me if you'd like."

He knows you won't, so you find it strange that he offers each and every time anyway.

You let your gaze wander to the full length mirror attached to the cabinets once the door to the bathroom clicks shut. There's nothing remotely special about your getup tonight. You're still donned in your work clothes — brick gray pencil skirt with a brick gray blazer to match. Apart from the heels sitting on the rack near the door, you're pretty much still in uniform.

You had half the mind to go home and change when Joshua said he's going to dinner and karaoke with your boss and some other colleagues, but that would mean you actually cared about what you looked like in front of him.

Which, for the record, you don't.

You can hear Joshua singing a familiar song in the bathroom — one that he always belts out in the most annoying way possible every time he showers. You wonder if he even knows any other song apart from that, but tell yourself you don't really have any business asking.

As the near-silence persists, however, your thoughts start to wander. Did he also sing this song when he was at karaoke earlier? Did he get to duet the high notes with Jihyo? You wouldn't put it past either of them to do so — being two of the company's renowned social butterflies.

That train of thought brings forth the same question you've been asking ever since the first night you shared this hotel room with Joshua and found him still lying beside you in the morning:

Why'd he choose you?

You're an in by nine and out by five unless there's paid overtime kind of employee. You never bothered establishing any worthwhile friendships in the workspace because you know better than to trust the backstabbing fiends in the corporate ladder. You're perfectly aware of what other people say about your individualistic behavior — how you're the worst team player in your department — but you never really cared.

Not until Joshua Hong inserted himself into your life.

To put it in the easiest way possible, he's the epitome of a perfect coworker. He's the guy that greets you every morning with an charming smile. The guy who drops by your cubicle to give you a coffee he made himself before saying you're doing a great job with that report you're putting together. The guy that everyone just adores simply because he's always been likable from the get-go.

That's the kind of person Joshua is — the exact opposite of you. Surely the jury won't condemn you for always questioning how you wound up spending your Friday nights fucking the man your entire department is basically in love with when you're so unlovable yourself.

Every time you try to recall how your transactional relationship with the company's unofficial sweetheart happened in the first place, your brain simply refuses to cooperate — memories muddled by a few pints of beer too many and an eye-crinkling smile that you're better off not rationalizing.

Besides, it's not like Joshua kisses and tells. Whatever happens in Room 505 stays in Room 505, and that's one of the many reasons why you haven't deigned to walk away from the setup altogether.

You meet up, he makes you feel good — makes you feel wanted — he cycles through whatever aftercare you might need, you fall a little more in love with him, then you both decide if you want to sleep in for a couple more hours or —

Wait.

Did you just admit you're in love with him?

"Hm? Didn't think you'd actually hop in with me today."

Joshua's voice is clearly laced with amusement as you shut the door to the bathroom — cheeks hot with both the steam billowing from the shower and the embarrassment cloying in your chest. You had the foresight to take off your uniform at least, leaving you in an unassuming set of cotton underwear that makes Joshua lick his lips with anticipation.

You make a show of stripping the rest of your clothing before him — nothing but the glass door to the shower separating the both of you. It's nothing sensual, nothing grandiose. You simply take off everything that's keeping your body hidden from your nighttime lover's hungry eyes.

When you step into the warm drizzle of the showerhead, Joshua hums before reaching for a bottle of shampoo — squeezing just the right amount into his palm as he lathers the product into your scalp.

The gentleness weighted into his actions startles you a little — not having expected him to do something so...domestic. You came in here with the full intention of getting fucked against the bathroom wall, but the way he massages your scalp so tenderly makes you reconsider your course of action.

But no matter how much of a gentleman he acts around you, not even Joshua can do anything about his own body's physiological reactions.

You feel the length of his cock nestled against your ass, hips rocking back and forth as he stimulates himself into full hardness. A soft moan tumbles out of your lips when he squeezes some of the hotel-provided body wash all over your chest — large hands lathering the soap across your body all while paying special attention to your tits.

"You finally snapped out of it, sweetheart?" Joshua sighs before latching his mouth onto the thrum of your pulse, biting down for only a moment to get your attention. "Ready to take my cock like a good girl?"

The way he murmurs those last few words along the column of your throat makes your legs feel like they'll disintegrate at any moment. Joshua continues to murmur sweet nothings into your ear, helping you clean up properly first before actually trying anything.

You're not sure if you should be pissed off or endeared by his stalling, but by the time he's finally rinsed out all the suds from your heated bodies, you're more or less ripe for the taking.

"Brace your palms against the wall, pretty girl. Yeah, just like that." Joshua chuckles softly as he presses a kiss to your nape, lips traveling down the length of your spine until he's eye-level with your sopping cunt.

"God, I'll never get tired of looking at this pretty pussy. Been thinking about sinking my cock into you all fucking week," he practically growls. "You really knew what you were doing with that cute maroon skirt you wore the other day, weren't you? The one that kept riding up your thighs when you reached for something from the high shelves? Little fucking minx."

You mewl helplessly when you feel Joshua's tongue prodding your soaked folds — forcing you to press your cheek against the cold tile as he massages your ass gingerly.

Joshua does his best to keep you anchored, making sure you won't accidentally slip as he laves at the slick between your thighs. He has no problem doing just that — driving you to near insanity with how his tongue sucks and slurps at your cunt like it's the first meal he's had in days.

"S-Shua," you whimper pathetically, pushing your ass out for more friction. "You're eating me so good..."

Had you not been so quickly drowned in this haze of arousal, you would've exercised more restraint. Joshua normally has a hard time getting you to be more vocal whenever he makes you feel good, but you suppose that there's just something in the air tonight that makes it so easy to just surrender yourself to him.

You can feel the vibrations of his laughter along the millions of nerve endings on your clit as he traces it with the tip of his tongue — further incapacitating you from coherent thought. When he slips in a finger into your awaiting heat, you all but gasp into the steamy air of the hotel bathroom.

"You're so cute when you start calling me that," he coos without halting his ministrations — that sinful tongue darting out to tease and lick and stimulate as he eases in another thick finger into your gummy walls. "Wanna eat you out underneath your desk someday... Would you act as cute as you're acting right now if I did that?"

The prospect of having sweet, gentlemanly Joshua Hong on his knees for you under your work desk makes you tighten conspicuously around his fingers. From the sordid chuckle that leaves his lips, you're fairly certain that he's noticed.

"You like that, huh? You like it when I put my mouth on you? Make you feel so good, you forget about everything else?" he chuckles darkly, rising back to his full height without taking his fingers out of your needy cunt. "But we both know this is hardly enough for you, right sweetheart?"

You hate how he knows you so well.

Joshua spends about one minute max towel drying both of your bodies before he quite literally sweeps you off your feet. You let out a surprised shriek as he princess-carries you onto the bed — gently laying you on the undisturbed sheets before crawling on top of you like a predator circling its next meal.

"Wanna tell me why you were so out of it earlier?" Joshua murmurs as he nips at your jaw, the words followed by a crackle of thunder in the distance. He chuckles when you jolt in surprise before peppering your face with a collection of kisses that ends at the tip of your nose. "It's not the weather, is it? I remember that I literally fucked you in the middle of a storm last month."

"Quit running your mouth and just fuck me," you mumble, lacing your fingers around his nape before grinding up against his leaking cock. "I've waited for you long enough."

"Ahhh," he drawls with resounding epiphany, as if he'd just figured out some ancient secret. "So you were sulking because I took too long to get here? Don't worry, sweet thing, it won't happen again."

When Joshua leans close to your ear, his hot breath fans against your flesh — making your toes curl with quiet anticipation.

"The next time we meet in this room, I'll have you mounted on my cock the moment you come through the door."

Joshua doesn't bother with foreplay or any sort of preamble. He simply guides his cock into the give of your entrance, sinking his length so deep, you can feel him in your stomach.

"Fuck," you whimper, fingernails seeking purchase across the rippling muscles of Joshua's back. He doesn't quite move yet — letting you get used to the stretch like he always does.

"Pretty pussy's so fucking tight around me," he groans. "Did you need me this badly? 'm sorry for making you wait so long, sweetheart. If I had known, I would've ditched karaoke and made you feel good as soon as I could."

Empty words uttered in the throes of passion — you're well aware that's all they are. Yet Joshua has no trouble making your heart flutter with the sentiment anyway.

"J-Joshua," you manage to gasp as you feel his girth throb inside you. "Please move... Need it. Need it so bad, please."

You're on the brink of tears with how desperate you are for mind-numbing release, but amidst your mounting delirium, Joshua sighs a little too endearingly before pressing a long, hard kiss on your lips.

"Anything for you, pretty girl."

He eases himself into you slowly at first — making sure you feel every ridge of his cock dragging along your tight walls. Joshua particularly feels smug when your eyes roll to the back of your head, addicted to the way his cock is splitting you open.

It's only when you start to loosen up that he picks up the pace, strong hands gripping your thighs as he pounds into you. The squelch of your arousal echoes within the walls secluding you from the rest of the world.

When Joshua hoists your hips higher before hooking the back of your knees across his shoulders, you knew it was all over for you.

Admittedly, you don't remember the first time you've had sex with him anymore. Or the second. Or the third. You've had each other so many times in so many ways that every instance kind of just blends into the next — painting a messy caricature of all the illicit meetings you've had with your nighttime lover.

But you don't care if it's messy. You don't care if it's strange. At the end of the day, you're comforted by the fact that all these experiences you shared with him are irrevocably yours.

Even if you can't really say the same for Joshua himself.

He stirs the pot of your arousal with practiced ease. Joshua stares at you like you're the most precious thing he's laid eyes on before letting one of your legs fall back on the mattress.

Your lover trades the depth of his thrusts for enough leeway to flatten his thick fingers across your throat — making you bleat with expectation as he presses down just enough to make you feel lightheaded. He hisses when he feels your velvet walls clamp tighter around his cock, further informing him that he's on the right track.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he laughs breathlessly — his gorgeous face the only thing you can see. "You'll let me do anything to you, won't you? All I gotta do is fuck you stupid and you'll take everything I give."

At this point, you're too far gone to even deny a word he says. "Mmmm... Your cock feels too good, Shua. 'M so close already. You'll finish inside me, won't you? Make both of us feel good?"

"Dumb little princess couldn't even answer my question," Joshua chuckles before making a particularly harsh thrust that jostles you further up the mattress. "Of course I'll finish inside this pretty pussy. It's all mine, isn't it?"

"Uh-huh," you mewl as Joshua's fingers tighten around your throat again, making your toes curl with unadulterated glee. "My pussy's all yours, Joshua. All fucking yours."

He chuckles again, fingers climbing up to your jaw until Joshua is able to prod his thumb against your bottom lip. You respond in earnest, suckling at the digit as he rails you into the mattress. There's no longer any room for intelligible thoughts — lost in the sea of pleasure that Joshua choose to drown you in every time you come together like this.

"Close, close, close," you practically sob, thighs winding around his hips as you bring him impossibly closer to you. "Shua, I'm gonna cum. Please, I need to cum. I need you—"

"You already have me, sweetheart," he laughs breathlessly yet full of intent that you're too fucked out to notice.

"You'll always have me."

That's what does you in. That's what always does you in — his sweet words, his tender gaze.

As much as the pleasure he gives with each drive of his cock into your battered cunt sends you to cloud nine, nothing makes you fall apart harder than the thought that maybe Joshua Hong is capable of loving you back.

Because how can he stare at you with so much adoration in his eyes if he doesn't actually love you at all? How can he keep meeting you like this in secret if there's no hidden agenda behind it?

But when all's said and done, you come back to your senses. Your rose-tinted gaze fades back into the darkness of Room 505.

Joshua is still beaming at you like you're the only person that matters to him on this entire earth. But you know damn well that he'd never smile at you the same way once you're out of the four corners of this room.

That's just the way things are.

As you pick off your clothes from the floor of the bedroom and the bathroom alike, Joshua stirs from where he momentarily passed out on the mattress — bleary eyes observing your every move as his brows furrow together.

"You're leaving?" he murmurs sleepily. "But it's raining outside. We should stay until it stops at least."

Hesitating for a moment, you stare at the bundle of rumpled clothes in your arms as Joshua practically tells you to go back to bed.

You know it's for the best if you don't lay back down beside him. The distance keeps you grounded — anchored to the truth that beyond these weekly trysts you share together, you and Joshua are nothing but civil colleagues at most.

He isn't your lover. He isn't even your friend.

But a stubborn part of you believes that maybe if he breaks you apart and puts you back together again, you'll be a different person. Someone who can keep up with his outgoing lifestyle. Someone he'll have no problem showing off to his friends and fellow coworkers.

But, really, when have things ever turned up daisies when it comes to you and Joshua Hong?

"Fine," you mumble, dropping your clothes in a heap next to the sushi necktie that looks more worn out now that you're seeing it up close.

You make a mental note to buy him a few more once the Christmas sales start coming around again.

"You coming to cuddle before we sleep or what?"

Joshua stares at you sleepily and expectantly from the bed, even patting the vacant space between him for added effect. If only those girls swooning at him in the office pantry could see him now...

Too bad what happens in Room 505 stays in Room 505.

⟢ end notes: finished this at 3:05 am with zero proofreading dedicated to it <3 if you spot any mistakes, they're not really mistakes since they're all crucial contenders in the creation process <333

[ssentimentals]

Hi 👋🏻. Can i request for jeonghan + 29? Love all your works btw. Thank you!

hi, sweets! aw, thank you so much! 💜 thanks for the request, hopefully you will like it, let me know!

29. kiss as a promise (yoon jeonghan)

jeonghan sneezes loudly and proceeds to melt into a puddle with a forlorn expression on his face. he's a perfect picture of dying man (if men could die from simple flu and a bit high temperature) with his running nose, coughs that sound like he's about to spit his lungs out and constant sleepiness.

'hannie, baby, come sit down,' you say quietly, carefully lowering bowl with chicken soup on the table next to the couch. he sneezes again and looks so depressed that you can't help but chuckle fondly. 'god, what a drama queen. you're lucky you're cute.'

'you only love me for my looks,' he half-whispers, half-groans with his gone voice, slowly sitting up. 'it's a fake love, i see.'

you raise your eyebrow, unimpressed. 'if you can be sassy to me then i guess you have the energy to go cook yourself,' you mutter in a jokingly offended way. but then jeonghan coughs, looking like it's tearing him apart and your heart soars. 'here, take the spoon. you want tea now or a bit later?'

'later,' he sniffs and takes the spoon but then gives up, placing it back on the table and leaning on the couch. 'i know i promised to get well soon but i honestly don't feel like i'll get better till weekends.'

'baby, please eat,' you sit next to him, feeling up his forehead for any fever. finding none, you sigh in relief. 'and why till weekends?'

he stares at you with a dead glare, which is honestly impressive considering he can barely keep his eyes open lately. 'hello? you, me, that christmas fair you've dying to go?'

'hm? oh!' you light up at the mention of the fair but then shrug it off, smiling. 'it's no biggie, hannie. is this why you are rushing with the whole healing thing?'

he nods, looking very serious suddenly. 'i promised to you that we'll go. and we'll go.'

you talked his ears off about this fair in another town since it was announced in the beginning of november. excitement in your eyes is impossible to ignore and even harder not to cave in; jeonghan readjusted his whole work schedule just to be able to drive you to that christmas fair, because seeing you happy and making you happy are top two things in his priority list. catching this stupid flu was not part of the plan but he's determined to fight it and bring you to that fair because he promised.

'it's really not that important,' you say gently, rubbing his shoulder. 'the main thing is for you to get better, jeonghan.'

'do you want to go to that fair?' jeonghan asks, struggling not to cough. at your nod, he nods himself. 'if you want it then it's important. and i promised so-'

'no baby, really, it's okay-'

he shushes with you a kiss. and he knows he's sick but you've been with him for the past three days and didn't catch anything, so he thinks he's safe. he's also missed kissing you, so that's a perfect opportunity. he pulls back, smiling at the sight of your blush. 'i promised, doll. and i always keep my promises and this one won't be any different.'

[kimingyuslover]

JEONGHAN FIC RECS

to live again by @viastro (angst, fluff, humor, slowburn, time travel!au)

ミ☆ synopsis: it’s been years since your last milestone birthday; a time when everything still felt right in the world with youth and ambition. now that you’re older and times have changed, would you dare take a chance to save someone else in the past at the cost of your own future?

dear dream by @viastro (fluff, humor)

ミ☆ synopsis: jeonghan never would’ve imagined that he’d get to where he was today, especially with you and his friends by his side. with this next milestone in his life, you vowed to yourself to throw him the best birthday party ever. however, you weren’t even sure where to start; what did he even want to wish for this year?

between the fading moonlight by @viastro (angst, some fluff & humor)

ミ☆ synopsis: you never intended to find love. arranged to marry your childhood friend, there were one too many words left unsaid to the person you truly loved. if only you weren’t from two different worlds. 

daddy dearest by @horangare (smut, dilf!jeonghan)

in which : meeting the father of your project partner and new friend didn’t go how you planned, but hey, you’re not complaining

tis the season by @horangare (smut, dilf!Jeonghan, pt. 2 from "daddy dearest")

in which : it’s time for christmas break, and iseul is asking you to buy some time with her father so she can finish her last minute shopping. you’ve been meaning to spend some one on one time with her dad, and now you finally can

my guardian demon sucks at his job by @shuaflix (smut, fluff, humor, angst, supernatural, demon!au)

❝ look, i accidentally summoned jeonghan from my statistics textbook the day before you met him at the olive garden. ❞

Pacman by @viastro (best friends / to strangers / to lovers!au, angst, fluff, some humor)

ミ☆ synopsis: being best friends, you and jeonghan know all there is to the disastrous effects of developing feelings for each other. that’s why you both make a sleep-deprived promise at 5 am to never fall in love with the other. however, jeonghan begins to question everything when he tasks himself with making you and the new transfer become a couple.

kiss later by @viastro (enemies to lovers!au, humor, fluff, slight spice)

ミ☆ synopsis: by you putting jeonghan into a chokehold over him taking your banana milk, you and him were assigned to clean the classroom for two hours after classes ended. it doesn’t help that jeonghan is your sworn enemy, now does it?

candle by @fantasyescapes17 (regency!au, fluff, tiny bit of angst?) pt. 2, pt. 3

You have always received the best of everything life has to offer: be it education, family, fortune or happiness. Mr. Yoon Jeonghan- one of the ton's renowned villains- cannot possibly bring you happiness of any kind, never mind wedded bliss. But can you evade Jeonghan's charms? Or will you find yourself falling victim to this clever rogue?

ah!love by @thepixelelf (parents!au, polyamory, doremi line as your childrens, husbands!95 line)

where you live with your three boys and your three boys, and damn, life is good (aka that one au on tumblr with the 95 line as your husbands and doremi line as your children)

[wooataes]

Pretty Coincidences (Part One)

Pairing: Yoon Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Strangers to ??? AU, angst, mentions of cheating, mentions of plane crashes, swearing

Summary: Choosing to run away from your problems on an impromptu trip to Italy may be the best decision you’ve made in your life thus far.

A/N: a belated birthday fic for the beautiful Jeonghan and also a belated birthday fic for my fave Carat friend Zan 💜

Masterlist

Part Two?

To say you were heartbroken was an understatement.

You feel almost dead inside as you sit in the backseat of your Uber, unshed tears tempting you to break the flood gates. How the fuck did you get here, in an Uber on the way to Incheon Airport running away from your responsibilities and problems?

The answer was Geumjae.

Forty eight hours ago, you were happy. You were happy and in love with your seemingly loving boyfriend of four years, Geumjae, in the talks of buying an apartment together and Geumjae planning to pop the question to you this coming Christmas in front of both your families. That was, until, you decided to take the afternoon off from your office job, feeling unwell and in all honesty, wanted the comfort of your boyfriend and your bed.

Instead of finding your loving boyfriend making soup for you in your apartment, you were greeted to the sounds of aggressive lovemaking coming from your personal bedroom. That scumbag was using YOUR bed in YOUR apartment to sleep with other women?! No fucking way.

Now, you’re not a pushover or a pussy. On the contrary, you proved to yourself that you’re the opposite; storming into your bedroom and throwing out your new ex boyfriend and his flimsy little side-piece, who you vaguely recognized as your now ex-best friend, who was trying to stammer some sort of apology. You didn’t hear her as she spoke though, only throwing both him and her out of your apartment with nothing but the clothes on their backs, which at that moment, was none at all, leaving them to rush to his car as quick as possible without being seen, as you curled up on the living room floor in hysterics.

After a long night of tears, a whole tub of ice cream, half a bottle of wine and burnt clothes, photos and bedsheets, at the ripe time of 2:43am, you feel the sadness within you seep into a seething anger.

Screw this guy! You don’t need him! You can do a lot better and deserve someone who will love and treat you right! Who else can treat you better than yourself?

In a half-tipsy wine drunk state, you grab your laptop and start typing travel options in your search bar.

You had always dreamed of wanting to go on a trip to see Italy ever since you met Geumjae, and for four long draining years, your requests were always rebuffed with a ‘I can’t afford it’ or ‘why don’t we try local?’ Well screw that. You’re newly free and have the funds saved, as well as PTO from your job. After sending a long and misspelled message to your boss, you rise from your spot on the floor to march into your room to pack your bags.

Forty eight hours later, you were miserable, angry and betrayed by two of the closest people you know, but you also felt surprisingly free, as if a weight had been lifted off your chest as you stepped inside Incheon Airport to make your way to your flight to Italy.

You settle into your seat with a tired sigh. For once, you’re actually happy you got seated in an Emergency Exit row. You’re not as enclosed as the others which means more leg room, and instead of having two people beside you, you only have one. Double win. The less people you have to interact with, the better. You hope that the unlucky person who was destined to be sat beside you isn’t a talker; hopefully they are just as tired and done with the world as you.

You take a quick glance at your reflection from your front facing phone camera, wincing at the miserable girl you faced. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail, several strands having found their way out of the loose hair tie securing your locks and falling over your shoulders haphazardly. You have massive bags under your eyes, which isn’t surprising since you have barely slept since you found your trash ex. You hope that you’ll be able to catch up on your sleep during the twelve hour flight to Italy.

After heaving another sleepy sigh, you lift your head to the side to see a hooded figure placing a bag into the overhead locker before sitting down carefully beside you and pulling his hood back to ruffle his fluffed up hair out of his eyes. Your cheeks tinge a dusty pink as you take in the mystery man’s handsome good looks, suddenly feeling self conscious at your appearance. After giving the gorgeous man a small smile in greeting, (which he returns without hesitation) you shrink slightly into your seat, your brain beginning to work overtime as you feel an overwhelming urge to apologize about your half assed looks. The man is in an almost identical outfit to yours, but you can’t help but resent your new seatmate at how much better he looks than you. Then again, he probably hasn’t had his heart ripped out of his chest and then stomped on by his ex-girlfriend within the last two days. You were so consumed in your own self deprecating thoughts you didn’t notice the pretty man looking at you expectantly.

“Sorry, did you say something?” You blink, eyes wide.

“That’s okay.” The man smiles. You blush. Dang, why did he have to be so pretty? “I was just asking if you had enough room there.” He gestures to the armrest between you both. “I can scoot over a little bit if you need.”

“O-oh.” You stutter, shaking your head quickly. “No, you’re fine, really.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” You nod, giving him a little smile. “I will apologize in advance though, I am 100% going to sleep for this flight.”

“Damn,” he sighs dramatically. You tilt your head in questioning. “You’re going to sleep and let me be the only one to have to save the plane and all these passengers if a disaster happens?”

You’re caught off guard as a giggle passes your lips, your smile growing as the man chuckles with you. You didn’t know how badly you needed to have a laugh.

“I do apologize,” you hum. “But getting my beauty rest is more important than the well-being of the plane.”

It’s the stranger’s turn to laugh along with you, and you feel relieved that the joke lands.

“Hmm, I’ll keep that in mind.” He nods thoughtfully. “Did you need to be woken from your beauty rest when the meals come by?”

You blink in surprise. How thoughtful. “Uhh.. if it’s no trouble?”

“None at all.” He’s surprisingly chirpy at this hour of the morning. “We are the backbone of this flight. We need to keep our strength up.” He winks at you and smiles as you laugh again.

“Fair point.” You nod gently as you fasten your seatbelt, the flight crew beginning to prepare you for takeoff.

You wait for a moment to see if Pretty Man will continue the conversation, but when he settles in and starts looking for movies on his tv, you let your eyes flutter shut, sleep taking over you before you even feel the plane take off.

You feel yourself being shaken gently an hour later as you stir, rubbing at your eyes with a little yawn. Pretty Man is smiling warmly at you.

“Hey.” He mumbles. “Sorry, they’re giving out breakfast.”

“S’fine.” You yawn again, smiling politely at the flight attendant as she passes your meal over. “Thanks for waking me, uhh..”

“Jeonghan.” Pretty Man - Jeonghan offers, and you nod with a little smile. “You’re welcome…”

“Y/N.”

Your eyes open slowly, yawning out as you start to take in your surroundings around you, the PA system announcing that the descent into Rome will begin within the hour. You sit up slightly and run at your eyes tiredly. Your eyelids still feel heavy, but after having slept for a solid 10 hours, only having been woken up from Jeonghan to eat in between with minimal conversation, you feel like you’ve rested enough.

“Did you manage to keep the plane in one piece while I slept?” You joke, Jeonghan chuckling in response.

“Only barely.” He sighed dramatically, hand on his chest. “I think you owe me for the next flight.”

“I think I do.” You humor him as he laughed.

“So, what brings you to Italy?” He asks after a moment of silence as you glance out the little window beside you.

“Mid-life crisis?” You offer with a laugh. Jeonghan only raises his eyebrows in concern. “Long story short,” you start fiddling with your fingers, nibbling your lip. “Just got out of a long term relationship and I’m long overdue for a holiday. So, I just packed up and left for Rome to forget about the real world for a while.” You wince, not even looking at Jeonghan to know that he’s giving you a look of pure pity.

“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that.” He frowns.

“Ah, it’s fine.” You shrug. It wasn’t. Not in the slightest. “Was probably for the best.” You’re lying, you know you are. “What about you?”

“Ah,” he rubs at the back of his neck. “A friend of mine offered for me to go on a trip here with him. He flew out a few days ago, so I’m meeting him here.”

“That sounds exciting.” You smile as he hums in agreement.

“Definitely.” He smiles back. “Well, I hope that Rome treats you well.”

You hope it does too. “You too.”

It could just be your excitement, but you truly think that the Italian air is just as healing to you as the place itself. After parting ways with Jeonghan and making your way to your hotel right in the middle of the bustling city of Rome, you think you can feel the cracks in your heart begin to heal, if only slightly.

You take in a deep breath as you walk along the pavement that runs through the city of Rome, taking in the sights of small local stalls selling jewelry and knickknacks, a content smile on your face. You’ve been here for only a day but you feel more like yourself than you have been for the last four tiring years. You adjust the strap of your handbag over your shoulder, fixing the sleeve of your flowy floral dress as you let the sunshine warm your body. Your phone has been left behind in the hotel room, having been blown up since you have landed in the foreign country from your ex. The messages were deleted as soon as they were received and the numbers have been swiftly blocked by you, only providing updates to your parents and your boss that you arrived safely and you will contact them if anything new happens.

You lift the disposable camera that sits around your neck by a strap up to your face, snapping a quick photo of a gelato stand on the corner, your smile growing as your stomach rumbles. You could use something sweet.

“Buongiorno,” you speak quietly, stepping up to the man behind the gelato stand. The man smiles back at you as you take a nervous breath. “Uhh… vorrei un gelato piccolo in cono, per favore.” You smile hopefully, hoping that you didn’t just accidentally insult him.

You release a breath as the man smiles happily at you, leaning down as he begins to take out a cone and ice cream scoop, making your gelato with precision.

“Grazie!” You beam as you pass him your money, taking the cone gratefully. You bow your head in thanks to further show your appreciation, and the man chuckles, bowing his head back.

As you turn, you let out a yelp as you run into a body behind you, almost causing you to drop your new cold treat. Luckily, you’re able to compose yourself quickly and bow your head just as fast.

“I’m so sorry!” You pause before your brain catches up. “U-uhh.. m-mi scusi!”

“Y/N? Is that you?” A soft voice responds, and you freeze.

You lift your head quickly to the owner of the voice, your eyes widening as you see an all too familiar face smiling excitedly at you. His chestnut brown hair is pushed back, his bright smile being just as blinding as when you first met him all those years ago in middle school, who went on to be your good friend for five years before life caught up with you and you naturally drifted apart.

“Seokmin? Lee Seokmin?” Your smile grows with him as he almost immediately scoops you up into his arms, spinning you around in circles. You squeal out a laugh, your free hand holding onto his shoulder. “Yah!”

“What the heck?!” He laughs with you, squeezing you tight once he places you back onto the ground. “What are you doing here?!”

“I could ask you the same thing!” You giggle happily.

“I’m on a trip with a hyung of mine! We both had some time off and wanted to go somewhere warmer.” He chirps, looking you over with a smile. “What about you? Where’s Geumjae?”

You freeze at the mention of his name, biting down on your lip. “Um.. I’m here alone, actually.” You attempt to smile, but it looks more like a grimace. “We broke up. Not too long ago actually and messy. So, I guess this is my way of coping.” You shrug.

“Oh no, I’m sorry I brought it up.” He pouts, rubbing your arm comfortingly. “So you’re here alone?”

“Yep.” You pop the P with a little smile. “But it’s only my second day here and I’m happier than I have been in the last four years, so that’s a plus.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles warmly at you as you nod.

“Dokyeom-ah!” A second voice enters the conversation. “What’s taking so long?”

You turn your head and take a step back with wide eyes as you come face to face with Pretty Man; Jeonghan. He looks more put together than you both did at the airport; now sporting a pair of black skinny jeans with a plain white t-shirt and a leather checkered jacket. He looks just as surprised as you do, taking in your outfit.

“Sorry hyung,” Seokmin smiles, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as you hold your cone now with both hands. “I ran into a friend from school! Hyung, this is-”

“Y/N. The one who left me to fend for myself to save the plane all on my own.” He sighs and places his hand on his chest.

“That was you?” Seokmin gasps.

“Yah!” You glare playfully. “You said it was okay!”

“I only said that to make you feel better about the fact that you willingly let me save us all.”

“It was one bout of turbulence.” You huff before Jeonghan smirks playfully at you. “I won’t keep you guys, you probably are waiting to get some gelato.”

“What? Are you sure?” Seokmin frowns. “You can tag along with us if you wanted, I’m sure hyung wouldn’t mind?”

“No, it’s okay, really.” You give him a little smile. Jeonghan frowns. He can see right through it.

“You’re just going to walk around by yourself?”

“You say that like I haven’t done it before, Min.” You laugh.

“I mean, yeah, you did it on campus but… you’re in a whole new country. I think I’d feel a lot better if you had at least one friend to keep you company.” He insists.

You hesitate, biting down on your lip. He does make a good point.

“How about this,” Seokmin offers. “You don’t have to spend every day with us. Why don’t we meet up once a day? I can take some great photos for your Instagram to show Geumjae that you’re thriving without him.”

“Geumjae?” Jeonghan tilts his head. Your face turns red.

“The Ex-boyfriend.” You hum, looking down.

“He never deserved you.” Seokmin rubs at your shoulders comfortingly as he sees the dismay on your face.

“Ah, thanks Min.” You smile. “I’ll take you up on that offer, only if it’s okay with you and Jeonghan. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You could never. You’re always welcome. Right, Hyung?”

“Of course.” Jeonghan nods with a smile at you.

“Thank you guys.”

“It’s no sweat, really! The more the merrier!” Seokmin beams. “We’re going to the Trevi tomorrow if you want to meet us there?”

“Sounds good.” You hum, waving your hand. “I’ll message you?”

“Sure.” He nods as you begin to walk away.

“See you then.”

As soon as you’re out of sight, Seokmin turns towards Jeonghan with raised eyebrows.

“Ohh Dokyeom-ah,” Seokmin mocks Jeonghan. He starts to blush. “I swear I made her laugh. She was just too cute.”

“Shut up.” He grumbles, glaring at the younger man.

“I can’t believe my school pal is the Cute Girl from your flight.”

“I said shut up.” He hissed. Seokmin just smirked at him with a giggle.

[because-of-a-friend]

Seventeen Reaction: Your Birthday

MASTERLIST

Thanks for the request anon! I hope you don’t mind, since you wanted either, I just turned it into a reaction so that way both could be included (I also feel like I’m best at this writing format lol).

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Warnings: None I think, let me know if I missed anything!

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

Seungcheol is the perfect boyfriend to celebrate a birthday with. He is attentive and listens so anything you mention throughout the year that you might want or  an activity you want to do- he’s going to remember. He loves to spoil you, so expect gifts throughout the day. He probably wants to spend a lot of time one on one and show you how happy he is that you’re in his life, but he also realizes you want to see your friends and family. He’ll probably plan two events. There will be a really big party for everyone in your life. He stresses over making it perfect lol. He wants you to have a good time with the people you love without any other worries. After that, he’ll want a nice dinner with just the two of you. You get to pick any restaurant you want, he’ll make it happen. Any birthday with Cheol feels like a perfect rom-com romance scene. 

YOON JEONGHAN

I don’t know why but something makes me absolutely positive that this man gives you as many flowers as possible on your birthday. You wake up in the morning to flowers, you come downstairs to flowers, you get into your car to flowers, you come home to more flowers, every time he sees you- a flower. “Hannie, what on earth are we supposed to do with all of these?” you ask, feeling as though your house is nearly overflowing with flowers. He’ll probably do something really cute like press some flowers from each bouquet and put them around a picture of the two of you as a gift for your next birthday:(. Each birthday with Jeonghan is just tons of flowers. He’ll do other things as well: he tries to make you a cake every year (he’s getting really good at it), he’s also into getting you nice jewelry, he’ll take you to do whatever you want to do that day. He doesn’t like planning lots in advance because he prefers to do what you’re in the mood for that day. But he’ll make it fun no matter what.

JOSHUA HONG

Joshua simply does not trust his intuition enough to plan anything for your birthday on his own. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll take care of it all. But before he does, he will ask you directly what you want and what you want to do so he can give it all to you exactly how you want it. He’ll try to get you at least one gift or plan one activity that you’re not expecting so that you’ll have a little bit of a surprise, but he feels a lot better knowing that most of it is what you definitely want. Usually he likes to include a handwritten letter telling his favorite memories with you in the past year and how much you mean to him. That way with a few extras, you’ll have not only the birthday you wanted, but also some gifts from his heart to show how much he cares. He just wants you to have a good birthday.

WEN JUNHUI

As always, Jun is a bit of a wild card. He’s also unsure he knows what to plan for you. But instead of asking you, he just tries different things every year. From giant parties to quiet dinners, Jun has done it all for you. It’s always exciting to see what adventures your birthday will hold this year. Since he’s done so much for your birthday, he always tries to find somewhere new. Trips, museums, festivals. One year, he even took you around town to every place you could get something for free when it’s your birthday. He’s not too big on gifts, most of his effort goes into the experiences he tries to create for you. So usually, you get one really nice, thought-out gift from him along with a day of fun.

KWON SOONYOUNG

Hoshi loves birthdays. Like absolutely loves them. He gets more excited about your birthday than you lol. Hoshi is like a little kid on Christmas on your birthday. He’ll wake you up at the crack of dawn and already be yelling about how it’s your birthday. There’s no way you’re not partying. Hoshi wants you to have the most fun with all the people who care about you. So whether you go out on the town or throw a party at home, Hoshi is going to make sure you’re being celebrated. He’s BIG on gifts. Gag gifts, serious gifts, humorous gifts, sentimental gifts. He’ll do it all. You love it but usually by the end of the night, you’re wondering how on earth you’re going to out-do him for his birthday lol.

JEON WONWOO

Wonwoo also doesn’t like to plan for you in case he messes up. But he truly tries his best. His go to is a nice dinner. Wonwoo knows how stressful life can be so he tries to make sure it’s a day of rest for you. He’ll make breakfast for when you wake up. He books you a spa appointment with all the extras that you could want added. One year you actually convinced him to go with you. He’ll never forgive you for the hundreds of pictures you took of him with a towel wrapped around his hair and cucumbers over his eyes. Anything that soothes you, he will make happen that day. He’ll make you your favorite warm drink, make sure any work calls are blocked, and just let you do whatever relaxes you. Then he ends it all with a very nice dinner with a nice bouquet of flowers and a sweet gift. 

LEE JIHOON

This nerd probably writes you a song for your birthday. It’s not his fault he’s so cheesy, that’s just one of the only ways he feels comfortable expressing his true feelings. Also because it’s him, the song is actually very beautiful and well made, not a cheesy cheap song. He literally doesn’t know how to plan a birthday. He usually depends on your friends to help. They say what they need and he makes sure it happens. He’ll add his own little touches to the party to make it a little bit his and just to know he did something for you. He’ll also stress over what to get you. This stuff really does not come easily to him. Not because he doesn’t care or because he doesn’t know you. But because no idea seems good enough. So he may need a little help with gifts and parties, but it always turns out perfect.

LEE SEOKMIN

Seokmin is also super into birthdays. He loves getting to celebrate you on your day. He’s not into super big parties. He’ll probably plan a small gathering with your closest friends and family. He might even plan a day trip to the beach or somewhere for all of you. He’s the type that calls each person personally and tells them how much it would mean to both him and you if they could come celebrate your birthday :(. It results in a slew of comments from everyone in your life implying that you need to marry him. He just wants you to have fun with all the people you love on your birthday. He’s also the type to just get you one or two really nice gifts that he put a lot of thought into.

KIM MINGYU

If you have a party that includes friends and family, Mingyu will make sure it’s planned for a different day. He’s a little selfish, he wants you all to himself on your actual birthday. He wants to spend every moment all over you. He’s also a big fan of lazy days on your birthday. You’ll spend most of the morning cuddling. If you want to go out, he’ll still be nearly on top of you the whole time. He’s holding your hand, hugging you from behind, sitting next to you instead of across from you in restaurants. He also doesn’t do much planning, he lets you lead the day. He’ll take you anywhere you feel like going and pay for absolutely everything. Do not even try to pull your wallet out, it’s not happening. If you so much as look at something like you want it, he’s buying it for you. He just wants to spoil you on your special day.

XU MYUNGHO

He’s also a fan of more intimate gatherings for your birthday. If he plans a party it’ll just be close friends and family. He really likes taking you on trips for your birthday. Usually pretty nature spots but if you prefer something else, he’s happy to go there too. They’re very nice trips too, usually a week long, with lots of activities planned, and plenty of time to just rest. Like Mingyu, if he sees you out shopping during the trip, he’ll buy you anything you want. He’s also your personal photographer so you have plenty of nice photos to show off once you get back. When it comes to gift he cares more about sentimental type gifts. He wants something that shows he cares or something he put a lot of effort into making himself (your apartment is filled with very nice art painted by him). He just wants to show you he cares.

BOO SEUNGKWAN 

Also not much of a planner. He’ll let you lead the way for your birthday but he’ll hype up whatever you want to do. He also does a lot of research to make sure you get the best out of any experience you want. He does anything he can to make sure the day runs smoothly. He’s much bigger on gifts. He will shower you in gifts. He spends the whole year buying the things he knows you want just to give it all to you for your birthday. He is very intuitive when it comes to gift giving, you’re never disappointed by a gift from Seungkwan.

VERNON CHWE

Also prefers for your birthday to be just you and him. And also a big fan of trips on your birthday. He also likes taking you to very unique experiences. Maybe there’s an art exhibit temporarily in town, or a festival, or a show. If he does a trip it’ll be one that he saved up for for a very long time and be a once in a lifetime experience. Your birthday is special so he wants it to be full of things you don’t usually get to do. If you do throw a party he’ll pick very interesting venue locations so that it’s still something special. His gifts will also be more of the sentimental type. And often he gets you tickets to more fun things to do. He believes spending time with you while doing his best to make you happy is the best gift he has to offer.

LEE CHAN

Strangely good at planning birthdays. He’s the oldest in his family so he can be very responsible. He always knows exactly what you want and makes sure that it happens. You want a big party with all your family and friends? He’s planning for weeks to make sure it’s perfect. You want a nice dinner with you and him? He’s made reservations at the nicest place in town. You want to go on a trip? Name the place and he’ll book the tickets. You just want to hang out around town and do whatever comes up? He’s packing a backpack to make sure you guys are prepared to stay out all day. When it comes to gifts, however, you need to tell him exactly what you want. He’ll get it, but he needs guidance lol.

[animeniacss]

Yoon Jeonghan / Jeonghan of SVT

Here are all of the fics of everyone's favorite cheating beauty, Yoon Jeonghan! I hope you enjoy!

If you want to read more SVT fic, visit either the 95/96z or 97/98/99z Master lists

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Key: ✔️- Completed ✏️- Work in Progress 1️⃣-One Shot 📗-Multi Chapter 💕-Romance 💢-Depictions of Violence 👉-Reader Insert 💍- Established Relationship 🍭- Fluff

The Ornament Fiasco - Parents!Jeonghan x Reader ✔️1️⃣🍭👉💍

Synopsis: This is what you and your husband get for daring to take a family picture before your daughter was born. (Inspired by a tiktok I saw)

Genre: One-shot, nonidol!au, parental!au, Domestic, Christmas time, Fluff

Length: approx. 850 words

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Jeonghan x Reader - For You - One-shot Request ✔️1️⃣👉🏻💕💍💔

Synopsis: After a fight, Jeonghan brings home a Lego set and starts working on it right in front of you. Does he not want to talk about it?

Tags: Slight Angst, Established Relationship, NonIdol!AU, Fluff, One-shot

Length: aapprox. 2.9k words

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[silverdune]

..humbug | prologue.

"please.. forgive the intrusion of us three festive spectres.."

minors dni. ageless blogs dni. blank blogs dni. you'll be blocked.

..humbug masterlist | next ->

character(s): choi seungcheol, yoon jeonghan, joshua hong as the ghosts of christmas past, present and future (ft. you as scrooge, mentioned ?? svt member)

tags: retail worker!reader, reader doesn't like the holidays, 95z are sarcastic and they sorta break-in(??) (it'll make sense), banter, mild suspense, ghosts, reader gets freaked out and questions their reality, retail stores during the holidays, stress, food (eating), christmas music, past relationships/breakups, crying, angst, explicit language

word count: 4.0k

summary: you come home, stressed from your christmas eve shift and three people have shown up in your apartment. they claim they're the ghosts of christmas past, present and future, but a christmas carol is a work of fiction.. right?

a/n: i didn't expect the prologue to be this long haha but here it is. hopefully i can get the rest of this up by christmas, if not, just after?? anyways, i hope you enjoy;

Christmas Eve.

It's always dialled up to eleven on the last day before Christmas. The speakers are only playing holiday music, you've got to wear the tacky sweater and your stress levels are indisputably at their highest.

This isn't your favourite time of year by any means.

Every chance you get, you eye what seems to be the only clock in the entire store. It rings an hour before closing time, and you've got to spend a further hour clearing everything away and shutting up shop before you can spend two blissful days in solitude.

The queue for the checkouts stretches as far as the eye can see. As you pass by to take a stack of baskets back to the entrance, you can't help but take a gander at everyone's trolleys, filled to the brim with their last minute buys. It truly makes you wonder why anyone would wait until the last second to get everything in for the holidays.

The journey is slow as people go back and forth across the aisles, trying their best to gather all the stuff they could possibly need and want. Your mind is ticking over, wishing and waiting for your shift to be done with so you can go home and eat.

The stack of baskets finally end up back in the holder, and you're immediately called away to jump back on tills.

An hour becomes forty-five minutes, to half an hour, to fifteen minutes, to shutters down.

The speakers are turned off and you glance at your co-workers with a heavy sigh. One of them remarks that it's another Christmas Eve over with!

You snort to yourself and say beneath your breath, "Ain't I glad for it."

You get to work wiping down the tills, making sure everything is tidied away, and helping a few other staff members replace leftover stock from customers who could not stomach the neverending queue. Soon enough, it's time for you to go home.

You had exchanged gifts with the rest of the staff throughout the week, and as you head to your car, you wish everyone a happy holiday and new year. They shout back with more energy than your sleep deprived self could manage, and you climb into your car before starting the engine and driving home.

You keep the radio off. You had heard enough Christmas music on this day alone.

Pulling into the tiny driveway of your house sometime later, you clamber out, collecting your bag of presents from your friends at work as well as your shoulder bag. Eventually, you get it all to the front door, and upon entering the code, you almost fall into your abode and haphazardly shut the door behind you.

The bags hit the floor. Your shoes are the first thing to come flying off, followed by your hat, coat and scarf. It had started snowing recently, though thankfully none had fallen so far tonight.

Stepping into your house, you take a deep breath in then turn on all the lights. You then decide to head to your bedroom and get changed into your pyjamas. Much better.

It's almost 10pm when you start preparing dinner. Nothing too fancy or elaborate, just a quick bite to eat before you inevitably get into bed and fall into the deepest sleep imaginable. Slumber had been slipping away for days, you know you'll be thankful for the first good night's sleep in ages.

The house is quiet and still, save for the sounds of the hood fan above your stove, the clacking of pots and pans, the faucet turning on and off as you wash your hands, and the timer on your phone letting you know your meal is done.

As you plate your dinner and toss the pans into the sink, the wind picks up outside. It howls at your kitchen window, startling you a little, before you notice drops of something fall in front of the nearby streetlight.

Immediately, you think it's snow, and a quick poke of the head outside your front door confirms that theory. You hum, then go back inside before your dinner gets cold.

You take the dish into the living room and place it on the table before taking a seat on the floor. Without a second to waste, you tuck in.

The wind gets stronger with each passing minute. You figure the snow could only be getting heavier. Perhaps it's cold enough for it to stick.

Thoughts pass absent-mindedly through your head as you eat. Gotta call parents in the morning. Make sure dinner is prepared. They're coming at around 2pm. I need to tidy up a bit before they get here too.

Finishing up your dinner, you get up to grab your phone from your bag. It lets you know it's just past 11pm and your eyes widen in surprise - has time really gone that fast?

As you re-enter the living room, you ensure you have an alarm set for 9am the following morning, then pick up your plate and take it into the kitchen.

The wind grows rather fierce outside, and the howling becomes.. eerie. A blizzard hails and you wonder when it's going to calm down, if it will at all.

You clear everything up and put everything back, then wipe the countertops down. It's an extra step before you can go to bed, but you know you'll be thankful for it in the morning. Once you switch off all the lights, you head into the bathroom and brush your teeth.

The baying wind causes a noticeable raucous outside as you splash your face with warm water and turn off the faucet. The nature of it is almost otherworldly and it brings you to a halt.

Never before have your hairs stood on head at the mere appearance of a gale force wind.

You pick up your towel to dry your face, now slightly perturbed at just how forceful these gusts are.

You won't lie, it's making you feel uneasy.

Setting the towel on the side, you hurry out the bathroom to switch on one of the floor lamps so you can feel comfortable turning off the bathroom light. You're not sure why the weather is making you feel like this, but the way it's picked up in the last hour is genuinely starting to scare you.

Your mouth is a few seconds ahead of your brain when you call out, "Hello?" You shake your head slightly, unsure of where that exclamation came from.

What, do you suppose there are ghosts here?

A chuckle escapes you - surely not. It is just an incredibly powerful wind, coupled with snow. This has happened hundreds of times before, this is nothing new!

Exhaling, you turn off the bathroom light, turn off the floor lamp, then go into your bedroom. The clock reads just shy of midnight.

For some reason, this makes you pause.

A lump forms in your throat that you promptly swallow. Nothing to fear, you think, and get into bed with the promise of a wonderful night's rest.

You close your eyes, knowing you'll be off to sleep in no time..

Thud.

You jolt upright.

"What the fuck?"

You heart picks up speed. You place a hand on your chest as you try and take the deepest breaths possible.

Your shaky hand reaches out to turn on the bedside lamp. Slowly, you pull back the duvet and get out of bed, grabbing your phone in the process and switching on the torch.

Inch by inch, you trudge out of the bedroom and head in the direction of the kitchen, where you assume the noise came from. It sounded like a clattering of pans.. you don't even know what would've caused it.

But more than that, you are chilled to the bone to discover you can.. fucking hear voices?

Coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway, every sense is on high alert as you point your torch to the floor. What the fuck is going on, and who the fuck is in my house?

Assuredly not what you were expecting in the early hours of Christmas morning.

Nobody had entered the house as you were getting ready for bed. There was no break-in, no disturbances other than the loud wind, and certainly no sign that someone had managed to find another way to enter.

This is truly something else.

And what gets to you more than anything, is that as you start treading carefully towards the kitchen again, the voices become more distinctive.. and there's three of them.

.

.

Usually, a more graceful entrance through the chimney would be in order.

But where no chimney exists, the next best option is.. the oven.

"Damn it!"

"Good one, Joshua.."

"Don't look at me, Jeonghan. I'm not the one who decides to get thrown down- or I guess in this case out- first." Joshua picks himself up off the ground and dusts down his jacket. Jeonghan follows suit, then moves to brush off Joshua's shoulders before getting shooed away. "And Seungcheol's going to get a lovely entrance, I bet.."

Much to their shock - and joy - Seungcheol flies through the open oven door and lands with a thud against the kitchen island opposite.

Jeonghan and Joshua both guffaw as the latter closes the oven. "Ah, I'm almost glad I spoke too soon."

"Bastard," mutters Seungcheol beneath his breath, rubbing his head as he scrambles to his feet. "Could've helped me.."

Both Jeonghan and Joshua - whom Seungcheol unabashedly nicknames The Bothersome Brothers - look at one another then turn to Seungcheol in mock sympathy. For dramatic effect, Jeonghan gently covers his mouth with his hand as Joshua shakes his head in shame.

"Oh.. we are so sorry, forgive us, dear elder.." Jeonghan drones, hand now on his chest to feign sadness.

Seungcheol fixes them a less-than-pleased glare and rolls one shoulder back at a time to relieve some tension. "I will roast you both."

The pair fake a gasp simultaneously. "The horror!" says Joshua.

"Couldn't imagine!" follows Jeonghan, back of hand on his forehead.

"Alright, enough you two. We need to figure out where we are and who we're assisting."

The two drop the act and instantly shift into gear. "Well.." begins Joshua, putting his hands behind his back and taking a walk through the kitchen, "we're in a house.."

Jeonghan snorts. Seungcheol does not have the patience for this.

"Seriously?"

"What?" Joshua exclaims; Seungcheol's raised brow says it all. "..Fine." Out of thin air, he retrieves a large, ancient book that he opens to about the halfway point. He recites the information within back to the other men. "LN.FN. Late 20s-early 30s. Retail worker. Reason for hating the holidays.."

Shriek.

.

.

When you wander into your kitchen, you let out an earth-shattering scream.

You abruptly reach for the nearest light switch and turn it on, revealing three men standing in front of your oven, one of them fumbling to hold onto a giant book as it nearly slips out of his hands.

The flashlight on your phone gets shut off. You stare blankly at the trio, unable to fathom just why they are currently standing in your kitchen.

"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?" you yell, hoping to God this is either a very realistic nightmare, or that if it is real, one of your neighbours understands there are currently three intruders in your home so they can come and help you.

The man furthest to the right takes a step forward. They are all noticeably just as freaked out as you, and it befuddles you since, you know, they are the ones in your house.

"Our sincerest apologies.." He says it so intently and it's disquieting. "We did not mean to frighten you."

The man in the centre continues, "Please.. forgive the intrusion of us three festive spectres.."

The man holding the book completes the sentence, "You must be N." He smiles, and now you have to try and wrap your head around the fact that he just said your name. "It is very nice to meet you."

You are at a complete loss for words. Everything goes still as you try and make sense of all of this.

You try again with asking questions. "..Please tell me who you are and where you came from." The words leave you in a controlled yet urgent tone.

"Bizarrely, of the two queries, the latter will be the more difficult to understand.." remarks the man in the centre.

What in the- "What in the name is that supposed to mean?" you ask.

Bookkeeper answers, "What he's trying to say is that our method of arrival was both unconventional and incomprehensible."

Your head is spinning irrevocably. The walls feel like they are closing in. Everything about this is wrong and you just want to wake up from whatever sordid dream this is.

"Okay.." You try again, this time with a shaky voice. "I am going to politely ask you- in fact, no, I am going to demand that you leave my house this instant or I will call the police!" Your voice quickly reaches its peak volume and the trio are taken aback.

The first man to speak to you tries to de-escalate the situation. "We can explain why we're here!"

"And how!" says the man in the middle.

Good God, is this nightmare over already?

At that moment, the three men form a line. One by one, they introduce themselves.

"My name is Seungcheol. I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"My name is Jeonghan, I am the Ghost of Christmas Present."

"My name is Joshua, I am the Ghost of Christmas Future."

They bow in unison.

You laugh.

They glance at one another as they lift their heads, then look over at you. Both arms are tucked across your stomach and you are fully bellowing out laughter.

Their backs straighten. Joshua tucks the book under his arm. The three exchange another glance before they turn back to you.

Once you have finally calmed down and wiped a stray tear, you come back to the room and say, "Holy shit, that is the funniest thing I've heard all year."

Jeonghan goes to speak, "Um- we're- we're afraid that it's-"

You continue chuckling, effectively interrupting him. "That is quite the cover story."

"Beg your pardon?" Joshua cocks a brow.

"All fun and games, huh? Thought you'd get a last minute steal in, and if I found you, you'd pose as the three ghosts of Christmas from the Dickens novel." A snort involuntarily escapes you at the ridiculousness of it all.

The trio perk up at that. Jeonghan mutters to them, "That author's name again!"

Seungcheol gazes at you. "Um, excuse me? Did you mention.. Dickens?"

You stop. "Yes? His famous novel, A Christmas Carol has three ghosts that show up in it: Christmas past, present and future.." Their bemused facial expressions are not lost on you. "Surely you.. must have heard of it if you're referencing the characters and literally introducing yourselves as them." You are still in disbelief over that.

"Well," Joshua begins, "to be honest, we've only heard of the novel through other visits we've done.."

"Yes, literally everyone we have interacted with has brought that story up in connection to us but we have no knowledge of it!" Jeonghan explains.

"Some have even gone as far as to say we are actually from that novel and we've come to life!" says Seungcheol.

Frozen solid to the spot you're standing on, you take a good look at three men in front of you. They are all wearing similar attire of a vintage persuasion: suits under long trenchcoats with slacks. Their hair is styled in a way reminiscent of the 40s.

This is baffling to say the least.

Festive spectres..

"Jeonghan, is it?"

Jeonghan eyes you. "Yes?"

"You mentioned you were.. festive spectres.. Is-" You cannot comprehend the fact you're going to inquire about this. "Is that.. legit?"

Jeonghan smiles. "Undoubtedly. And if you want to know the answer to your other query.. We entered through your oven."

Your jaw drops.

That's enough.

"Okay!" You enter the kitchen and go to stand behind them so you can escort them out of the house. "Thank you very much for your company, but-"

As soon as your hand brushes Joshua's shoulder, you squeal and step back.

He is frightfully cold.

The men pivot and see you standing on the other side of the kitchen, back pressed against the sink with one hand covering the other.

"Oh!" Seungcheol understands. "Yes, we are.. quite chilly." The other two catch on and nod in agreement.

Your pupils grow three sizes. "Quite chilly?" you scoff. "You're a damn glacier, fuck.."

"Again, apologies," Seungcheol quietly laughs. "Comes with the territory."

You can do nothing but stare at them; this all well beyond you at this rate.

Joshua opens the book again to the same place as before. "Your name is N.. Late 20s-early 30s.."

"Hang on a minute!" You point a finger. "How the hell do you have that information?"

"Oh! When we are assigned folks to visit during the early morn of Christmas day, we're given a basic information log on who they are and their reasons for disliking the holiday season," says Joshua with a grin on his face.

That last part throws you off. "My.. reasons for disliking Christmas?"

"Yes! A few are listed here actually.. The music, working in a retail store, putting up with distant relatives, commercialisation, consumerism, etc, etc.."

The list is all accurate, but something stings in the back of your mind. You ignore it. For now.

"Right and as the self-proclaimed ghosts of Christmas whenever, you're here to try and make me less of a Grinch?"

"Grinch..?" Joshua furrows his brow in confusion.

"We had a few people mention The Grinch, remember?" says Jeonghan, trying to poke at Joshua's memory. "He's a cartoon of a character who hates Christmas so much he tries to steal it."

"And eventually his heart grows three sizes and he learns to love the holiday and be more cheerful," you finish explaining. Now your head is spinning much faster.

It eventually registers with Joshua, "Ah! Yes, I do remember that story now. Not mentioned as frequently as the other one."

"I mean.. no surprise there, you are literally telling people you're three of the characters from that story." You rub your forehead in exasperation. Quite frankly, you're tired, stressed and just want to go back to bed.

"So, I think with all that settled, we should get to the bottom of what really upsets you about the holidays," announces Seungcheol.

Your eyes split open. Huh?

"Excuse you?"

"The real reason for your hurt at this time of year," Jeonghan informs.

"Yeah, I got that part, but the fuck?"

You are yet to find a good explanation for anything occurring right now and these three "ghosts" want to unpack all the problems?

It is still unclear if they are even telling the truth!

Joshua closes the book and sighs. "I listed many reasons, all of which are perfectly valid and understandable, but there's something much deeper."

"It has been troubling you since well.. last year," laments Jeonghan.

"And only when you confront it, can you learn to move forward," Seungcheol affirms.

Your legs nearly turn to jelly and you have to prop yourself up on the side of the sink just to remain steady.

The something much deeper?

The thing troubling you?

The thing you must confront?

You have to turn away from them.

Staring out of the window, all the memories come flooding back.

You had spent three Christmases together.

Everything was going so well. You had considered moving in together up until late last year.

That was when things got worse.

You grew ever so distant in the weeks leading up to Christmas. It was to be your fourth together and yet, by the time December rolled around, you both decided it was best if you broke it off.

No closure. No final words. No cards or gifts or well wishes from either of you.

Truly a lonely holiday.

You had of course spent it surrounded by family, but after almost four years together, it hurt to have an empty seat beside you at the dinner table.

Even waltzing around your own house reminded you of everything you shared. You'd often stay the night at each other's places.

Now it was your second Christmas apart, and despite all the time that has passed, it could still bring you to tears just thinking about it.

You often wonder what he's doing. If he ever thinks of you. It crosses your mind that he clearly hasn't, otherwise he'd pick up the phone, but the hypocrisy would be so loud, and it never stopped you from thinking about him.

With a heavy weight on your shoulders, you take a deep breath in. It occurs to you that the three ghosts have been standing behind you this entire time, and you brush a tear away before turning around.

"Sorry.." you whisper. To them? To him? To yourself? You don't know.

"It is more than okay. We are only here to help," says Seungcheol, gently.

"And if you'd like us to, we can guide you through these three different times," follows Jeonghan. "But it is up to you."

"If you wish us to leave, we shall," Joshua vows on behalf of all three of them.

Something uncanny twists in your stomach. You are unsure of when or how the atmosphere shifted but, you find yourself unable to do much else but choke a sob. They watch on sympathetically, unable to conceal their sorrow.

"How do I- kn-know that you're really those ghosts?" you sniff.

"Well, aside from the temperature, does this help you?" wonders Joshua, before he levitates the book above his palm before throwing it into the air, causing it to vanish.

You blink. "W-Wow.."

"And perhaps.." Seungcheol backtracks out of the kitchen, subtly guiding you towards the standing mirror in the hallway. You follow, and once you're standing in front of the glass, it reveals zero reflection of the man beside you.

"Oh, shit-" You can't see, but Seungcheol smirks behind you. You lift a hand to the mirror and gulp. "Okay.. So.. How would you plan on guiding me through these times?"

"I answer your question with another: who do you see before you?"

".. Not you," you joke. The trio chuckle. "But, seriously.. myself, of course."

"Yourself, when?"

"Now. Today."

"And what year is it currently?"

"..2023."

"Correct. Now.." Seungcheol lifts an arm, then moves his hand in a circle motion, causing a spiralling ripple effect on the mirror.

Your mouth gapes open and a gasp escapes. This is insane, how is this even real?

Seungcheol eventually lowers his arm. "..What do you see?"

The picture clears. You say what you see. "Christmas lights.. That's the front of my house! It's snowing.. There's someone laughing-"

The words get caught in your throat.

Wonwoo.

Your ex.

"That's.." You struggle to say his name. It's like you haven't said it in years. "..Wonwoo."

The name tastes of salt on your tongue. Or maybe that's the tears that have since started shedding with reckless abandon.

"Your ex-boyfriend, correct?"

You swallow thickly. "Y-Yes.."

The picture starts to change. It becomes so much darker. The tone is shifting. It was only a vignette of the past and yet you wish you could hold onto it for dear life.

The world becomes foggy. The words are mumbled and the voices are not defined. You shudder in your own living room, wiping your cheeks free of tears.

Seungcheol stands before you and holds his hand out.

"I stood you before the mirror, as while it does give you your reflection at present, it can also reflect so much of what has been left in the past. It acts as a window to everything that has transpired to make you who you are."

You look at him, then the mirror, then back at him.

"Take my hand, if you wish to revisit the past."

Pushing your shoulders back, you take a moment to consider whether this is a good idea.

In seconds, your hand ends up in his.

He guides you through the mirror, and as the door closes, your living room is shrouded in darkness.

Jeonghan nudges Joshua, "Admirable."

Joshua nods. "I do hope this brings them some much needed closure."

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[flurrys-creativity]

Abience

abience (n.) - the strong urge to avoid someone or something

Pairing: Minhyuk (Monsta X) x Fem!Reader; Genre: exes to lovers, romance, SMUT, jackson wang party; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: typical house party stuff > drinking alcohol, loud music, mentions of body shots, dancing; also running away from your ex, arguing, jumping into a boat, minhyuk can't swim, falling into a lake; SMUT > making out, kissing, unprotected sex, voyeurism, breast play; Wordcount: 3.007; Collab: Project X

Summary: The second your ex showed up at the party, you had the strong urge to avoid him at all costs. Minhyuk on the other hand had a different idea.

A/N: While the Collab stopped a few other writers and I decided to keep it going and connect our stories around the infamous Jackson Wang party. This is my first of three entries! Aaaaand should you find some written by @mingsolo @daemour @sanjoongie and @hongcherry in the near or far future, make sure to check them out as well and look for the easter eggs all of us have dropped in each story to connect them! Have fun reading!

“What makes a Jackson Wang party so different to any other house party thrown by some random dude?” You asked and swirled the liquid of your red solo cup around. 

After someone called body shots in the kitchen you had grabbed your friend and fled the scene, refusing to participate in a game where you almost had to strip and let random guys slobber all over your stomach - or worse you had to drink from theirs.

“You’re aware of the luxury surrounding you?” Your friend laughed and chucked down her own drink. She locked arms with you and pulled you along the house, peeking into every room on your way.

You stopped in your tracks, when you saw a frantic looking Hyungwon pushing through the hallway. He halted in front of you, probably recognising you. “The kitchen?”

Maybe he didn’t remember you and only asked you due to the solo cup in your hand. You pointed over your shoulder, your eyes following him. Just before he vanished from your sight, he turned back and waved to you. “Thanks y/n!”

Your eyes widened momentarily in surprise but you didn’t want to dwell on it. Technically Hyungwon was a part of your past. Ever since you broke up with Minhyuk - his roommate - you haven’t seen Hyungwon either and you weren’t too affected by it.

As you and your friend wandered further through the house, commenting on everything that you two saw - including the hot, blond foreigner, who seemingly was like a little kid on christmas day, soaking in every detail he saw.

You two snickered and continued your way around the house, reaching the somewhat called play room. “Oh pool tables!” Your friend squealed in excitement and pulled you into the room as well.

At one end you saw a group of people playing beer pong or some sort of variation of it, while two men occupied the large pool table and played a game against each other. They had a few viewers, mostly girls that swooned over them - and your friend seemingly was now one of them.

You tilted your head and observed the situation, finding it quite amusing how smitten some people could become by a guy that knew how to play. Your jaw tensed when you recognised one of them as Yoon Jeonghan - a colleague of Minhyuk. You dreaded turning your head and checking on the other guy but your body moved on its own accord. You two locked eyes. A flurry of emotions played over Minhyuk’s face, showing surprise, wonder and delight, while you were sure your own face showed panic.

Not even thinking about informing your friend, you turned on your heel and rushed out of the room. There was no way you could stay in the same room as him. Not after your break up was more than unclear and you still hadn’t come to terms with it.

You heard Minhyuk excuse himself behind you, thrusting the queue into someone else's hands and following you as quickly as possible. With the adrenaline pumping through your body, you pushed through groups of people and went into a different room, hoping to lose him in the crowds.

Someone grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the room, forcing you to dance along with dozens of others. Bodies got tightly pressed against another, barely moving to the rhythm of the loud music anymore.

Despite you being significantly smaller than most of the other dancers - especially since you didn’t wear heels like most of the women around you - you worried about being found by Minhyuk. Restlessly your head turned over your shoulders again and again, checking your back every other second just to be sure.

When you noticed Minhyuk inside of the room, you pressed yourself through the dancers and away from his side, wishing to escape on the other side.

Somehow Minhyuk noticed you and quickly followed you again, only losing you momentarily in the next room. He huffed in frustration when you kept on slipping through his fingers, seemingly vanishing right before he got to you.

You slipped through the back entrance of the house, breathing in the fresh air around you. For a while you wondered whether you should stay here, go around the house to the front or do something else.

“Y/N!”

You whipped around, seeing Minhyuk in the doorway. He appeared a little more dishevelled than when you first saw him. You probably didn’t look any better after pushing through so many sweaty bodies for probably half an hour already. 

Nonetheless you didn’t let him say another word. Instead you speed walked out into the open. When you looked over your shoulder and saw him running after you, you screeched and picked up the pace yourself. You ran across the lawn and towards the wooden docks at the lake.

Minhyuk stopped at the shore and called out after you, running his hands through his hair desperately when he saw you jumping into a small rowing boat.

“What do you want?” You called back, stretching your arms out to balance yourself as you turned around still standing.

“Please, I just wanna talk to you.”

“But I don’t wanna talk to you!” You stomped on the ground with one foot, quickly regretting the decision as you dropped down and grabbed onto the sides of the boat. You waited for the shaking to subside before you looked back up towards Minhyuk. “We broke up. Please just leave me alone.”

Minhyuk had set one foot on the dock, unsure whether he wanted to move closer or stay on land. After all, he never properly learned how to swim, so water awoke a healthy amount of respect inside of him. “We both know that wasn’t a true break up! We had one fight and from then on you just ghosted me!”

“I did NOT ghost you! I told you I was done and then I left!” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “That’s breaking up!”

You hadn’t noticed how the boat wasn’t properly secured at the dock and how the violent shaking from your part slowly got it loose, making you drift away from the wooden platform.

Minhyuk stepped on the docks completely, his legs shaking as he walked closer to the edge. Though when he reached it, the boat was already out of reach.

You clenched your jaw, still glaring at him and praying for his own good that he wouldn’t pull you in just so he could continue to speak to you. Though when you noticed Minhyuk frantically looking around the ground he was standing on, you started to feel nervous.

“Y/N? Do you have a paddle in that boat? I think you need to row back.” Minhyuk called out to you, looking at you with worry shining in his eyes.

You twisted and turned your body, checking every little space inside the small boat but coming up empty handed. Finally fear settled in your own system and you looked back up at Minhyuk with wide eyes. Your mind was already racing as it tried to come up with a solution.

“Fuck”, Minhyuk cursed and bent down, untying his shoes and placing them to the side. He almost completely undressed until he only stood in his boxers. He swallowed harshly and walked a few steps back, before he turned to you again. Anxiously shaking his hands next to his body he tried hyping himself up.

You screamed when he started running and jumped into the dark lake. You stared at him with wide eyes while he paddled - rather ungracefully - towards you and the boat, splashing water everywhere.

A shriek escaped your lips and you raised your hands towards your face, shielding it from the water. 

Minhyuk grabbed onto the side of the boat, breathing heavily. His body shook violently and he wasn’t sure whether it was from the cold, the adrenaline or the panic he felt while being inside the water. 

“Now that you reached the boat, what is your plan?” You asked him, still in disbelief of what he just did. “Are you pulling the boat back to the shore?”

Minhyuk grunted lowly and tried pulling himself into the boat. Though with his shaking the opposite happened. The boat started shaking violently enough for you to lose your balance and fall head first into the water as well.

You coughed heavily as soon as you breached the surface again, wiping the water and your wet hair out of your face. You glared towards Minhyuk and with a few strokes swam closer to him, only to hit him on the shoulder.

“Shit, are you okay?” Minhyuk ignored the pain in his shoulder, reaching out to you instead and cupping your cheek. “I didn’t mean to.”

You sighed heavily and pointed towards the boat that he still held with one hand. “Let us get you inside that boat now.”

“No, no, no. You should go first!”

“So that I can fall into the water twice? No, thank you.” You told him with a firm shake of your head. “We also still need to get this boat back to the dock and I can pull it while swimming there. I’m soaked anyway.” You silently swam around the boat until you found the rope that should have been holding it to the dock and grabbed it, swimming back to Minhyuk.

“I’ll help you.”

“Minhyuk”, you sighed softly, unsure how to tell him that he wouldn’t be much of a help with his nonexistent skill of swimming.

He sighed himself, his head hanging lowly. Minhyuk avoided looking at you, his grip on the boat tightening while he fought with himself. “I know I won’t be much help”, he whispered, shortly glancing up to you, “but please don’t make me get in that boat and let you pull me back to the shore. I made enough of a fool out of myself just now. I don’t think my ego can take another blow.”

“Alright.” You didn’t argue with him. Instead you turned around and headed for the dock, pulling the boat behind you as you swam the relatively short distance.

Once you reached the dock, you motioned for Minhyuk to pull himself up first. He followed your request and then took the rope, tying it around a metal bar on the dock. As soon as he made sure it was secure, he turned to you again and held out his hand for you to grab.

You smiled up at him and accepted his hand but instead of getting pulled up, you pulled him back down into the water. Snickering and then laughing loudly when he broke through the surface, gasping for air. “Payback”, you told him between your laughing fits. You still held out your hand and pulled him back to the dock when he grabbed it.

“I guess I deserved that”, he muttered and pushed his hair out of his face.

“Maybe”, you grinned and swam closer to him, wrapping one arm around his neck and pressing your body against his. “But you also deserve a thanks. For trying to save me.”

“Which I failed horribly”, he looked down, unhappy with how everything turned out to be. 

“Hey”, you cupped his face and made him look into your eyes, “you did something you’ve never done before and I am so, so proud of you, love.” With that you leaned up and kissed him, closing your eyes in the process.

Minhyuk wrapped one of his arms around your middle, pulling you closer against him and deepening the kiss, while his other hand grabbed on the wooden dock, keeping you two afloat. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your core against him. With delight you noticed how his dick grew from the pressure you put on him.

“Get on the dock”, he growled against your lips, placing his free hand beneath your ass and pushing you up. As soon as he made sure you were safely on the dock, he pulled himself up as well, immediately crawling over to your sitting form and caging you in.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss, ignoring your wet clothes clinging to your skin.

Minhyuk rolled his hips against yours every now and then, eliciting soft moans from you, which he greedily ate up with his kisses. When he decided he had enough, he got on his knees and opened your jeans, pulling the soaked fabric down your legs.

You had to kick your legs even to finally get them as well as your shoes off. You simultaneously unbuttoned your white blouse, which had now become see through, showing your satin bra. All of your wet clothes - including your underwear, because neither of you had the patience to wait any longer - landed in a pile right next to you.

Minhyuk had pulled his boxers down as well, leaving both of you completely naked. His eyes wandered over your form, fingers gently brushing along the curves of your body. “Damn, I fucking missed that sight.” He leaned down and greedily kissed along your body, sucking and nibbling little love bites in his way as well.

Your head automatically rolled back as you arched your body underneath his little ministrations. The second you felt one of his hands on your thigh, you opened your legs, welcoming him between them immediately. You moaned softly when he rolled his hips into yours again, rubbing his hard dick against your folds.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, Minhyuk whispered against your skin, nosing along your neck and jawline. “I missed you so fucking much.” He pressed himself against your body, edging you on until you grew impatient and writhed underneath him, searching for that friction.

“Please, Min”, you gasped and arched your back even more, “please, I need you inside of me. Now!”

Minhyuk chuckled and brushed his fingers along your side. “So fucking needy for me.” He grabbed your breast with one hand, groping it and circling your hardened nipple with his thumb. 

His slow ministrations were turning you on like nothing else but at the same time they were torture. You wanted nothing more than to feel his thick cock inside of your tight pussy. You wanted to suck him in, feeling him hit that one spot inside of you over and over again.

After all the years you two were together, Minhyuk knew exactly when you had become so needy for him that you basically became puddy underneath his touch. He aligned his dick with your centre and pushed into you, groaning in pleasure from the feeling.

He halted momentarily when he had completely sunken into you, pressing his forehead into the crook of your neck while he breathed heavily. It’s been so long since he felt you around him. Your scent, your touch, everything turned him on, intoxicated him, made him addicted to you.

“Fuck me”, you exhaled and tentatively squeezed around his shaft. You moaned loudly the second Minhyuk started to pull out and thrust back into you, setting a pace that turned your brain into a mess.

Minhyuk thrusted into you over and over again, panting heavily above you but not slowing down at all. It simply felt too good to fuck you again like this.

Soon enough you tipped over the edge, your whole body spasming and your moans mixed with whimpers of sensitivity. 

Minhyuk immediately came after you, pushing himself deep inside of you and staying there until his dick softened. He rolled next to you, his chest moving rapidly. “Fuck.”

“Yeah”, you laughed softly and scooted closer to him, snuggling into his side. “That was amazing.” 

Minhyuk hummed and wrapped his arms around your form, pulling you into him as he nosed the side of your head with closed eyes. “I missed that. Missed you.”

“Maybe I overreacted back then”, you mumbled and drew random lines on his chest, avoiding looking at him. “Because I missed you too. Missed touching you, kissing you.” 

Minhyuk grabbed your chin and tilted your head so you would look at him. “What do you say about starting over?” He leaned down and kissed you - gently and so soft, giving you the choice to deepen it.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself deeper into the kiss, licking over his lips and moaning against them when his hands wandered over your naked body again.

“As much as I wanna fuck you all over again”, Minhyuk said once you two broke the kiss to get some air, “I think we should change the location for that.”

You sat up and looked around, slowly nodding and agreeing with his statement. Yet, you only stared at your pile of soaked clothes, pulling a face at the thought of putting them on again.

Minhyuk pushed himself up into a sitting position as well, kissing your cheek with a soft laugh. “If you promise me not to flash anyone your cute little butt, I’ll give you my shirt to wear until we’re inside an empty bathroom.”

“Bathroom? Not the bedroom?” You raised one eyebrow in question, even tilting your head like a little puppy.

“Our clothes need a tumble dryer and-” he leaned over to you, one of his hands running over your skin, while he kissed you softly - “your skin is freezing cold. I want you to take a hot shower so you won’t get sick.”

“Only if you’re in that shower with me”, you smirked, already struggling to keep your hands to yourself.

“That can be arranged.” Minhyuk grinned against your lips, gently biting your lower lip before he stood up and pulled you along. He gave you his shirt and got into his dry pants himself. He then grabbed the pile of wet clothes, watching how you seductively buttoned his shirt up.

Thankfully it covered all the important places, though it didn’t stop him from eating you up with his eyes. “It’s gonna be a long night, love.”

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[guavagyu]

celebration for 100 followers!!

svt reacts to u two being under the mistletoe <3

requested by @nayaaatv ilysm 😻😻 (im sorry this took so long, my brain has been out of juices 😔)

some of these r rlly bad LMFAO im sorry 💔

contents: fluff, some r suggestive, established-relationship!au (not mentioned i dont think but it’s there!), mentions of alcohol and being drunk, gn!reader, reader is taller than woozi but around the same height for the other members (not directly mentioned again, but implied), swearing in a couple parts!!, nicknames (baby, babe, love, honey), lmk if there are more <3

the rest is under the cut!

scoups:

u two would be at a christmas party w all of ur friends

the music would be blasting all i want for christmas is you - mariah carey cuz duh

seungcheol would be kinda drunk and he’d stumble a lot

then you two would end up under the mistletoe from all of the stumbling

he’d say smth cheeky like “oh, look, we’re under the mistletoe, you gotta gimme a kiss now,” and have the goofiest smile on his face

you’d roll ur eyes at first but you’d eventually give him what he wants cuz who could say no to choi seungcheol? 😔

jeonghan:

cheeky 2.0

you’d also be at a christmas party cuz there’s mistletoe literally nowhere else

and this mf would meticulously plan everything out JUST to get a few teases out

would get SOOO happy to tease u abt it once his plan succeeds and you’d just be so done LOL

“hEyyYyy, look, we’re under the mistletoe, c’mon babe u gotta kiss me now, baby, where are you going?” he’d be confused and follow u around w the cutest pout on his face (ugh someone find me a yoon jeonghan pls)

once he caught up to u he’d just hug u from the back and put his head on ur shoulder and drop all his cheekiness cuz he’s desperate 💔

“babyyyy im sorry, i just wanted a ki-” and then you’d SURPISE ATTACK!! him w a kiss cuz ur also a devious gremlin

he’d buy u a drink as a prize cuz he’s impressed (i mean he’s not surprised he expected this type of stuff from u) at your outsmarting abilities

then u two would get home and do some uh…more outsmarting..

joshua:

this time u wouldn't be at a party cuz joshua is a gentleman who'd much rather chill at home w his partner 😔😔

u would be at home cuddling or watching a movie w ur christmas decorations everywhere

you’d get up to go get a glass of water or a snack

and once you made it to the kitchen and got your stuff, you'd feel large arms (urgh hit me w a bus) wrap around your stomach, intertwine your fingers, and hear joshua whisper into your neck, "look up, honey,"

and you did

guess what

badabing badaboom, poof, a mistletoe, hanging above the two of you

he'd (gently) turn you around and connect your lips together with a lot of passion cuz he's just like that

idk maybe it'd lead to smth more, who knows 🤷

jun:

i feel like u two would be at a party..unwillingly

like u would've planned a great lazy night w movies and snacks but then u get a last minute call to "get ur asses over here" to a party from a friend (probably hoshi ngl)

and you'd just be in the corner the whole time, sipping on your drinks occasionally and chatting (w him holding ur hand cuz he's so <333)

after a while of being looked for, someone would find u (probably hoshi again) and drag u two the dance floor or smth like that

and since ur friends are all asses (lovingly) they'd all shove you in the most [un]subtle way

and you two would end up just standing there under the mistletoe, not knowing what to do

but finally one of u would finally lean forward and kiss the other, hearing cheers and a lot of whoop's from ur dumb friends

hoshi:

u would be at a party or just a hangout w ur friends and he'd be sooooo drunk 💀

like his words could be barely made out and they'd be all slurred lmaoo (someone help him pls)

istg

he'd go into a different dimension with his drunkness

like he'll run around and growl like a tiger at ur friends (#sendhelp)

but then

oh! *light bulb*

it's christmas season!

his brain would brain a little and run around again looking for a mistletoe that he'll (temporarily) steal

then run up to you

hold his arm in the air

dangling it above the two of u

and kiss u

and then start cackling randomly for the rest of the night cuz he's so proud of himself

wonwoo:

u would be gaming the night away obviously

and he'd be training u to become a pro e-sports gamer i swear

so u both would be like hardcore sweating and would just be like acing everything and get #1 for each match LOL

he'd be so proud of u ❤️

but ofc since u were both hardcore gaming

and games..decorate for holidays

you two would be running around lobbies and just exploring

and then ur characters or whatever would end up under a mistletoe accidentally (or not..)

so wonu would just take it as a technicality and he'd give u the cutest kiss ever <333

woozi:

you'd be at the studio

he'd be making tracks or editing songs

or just composing maybe

who knows what he does in there??

so it's also rlly late and he's just jamming out w u

like u two would listen to samples together and he’d ask u for feedback

and you’d just do this for HOURS (not that either of u mind)

but you’d have to stop eventually..right?

jk u two would try to muster the energy to get up and go home but u two just end up falling asleep

one of u would probably wake up at like 4 am tho

wake up the other

and you’d both drowsily walk out

a green and red thing hanging off the ceiling would blur by in the corner of ur eye

and obviously you’d take the opportunity to fluster ur bf soo

u would lean down and give him a quick peck and he’d fully wake up and flush SO hard (argh hes so cute!)

dk:

you'd be at a karaoke place w ur best buds, 100%. no argument.

he'd be screaming at the top of his lungs cuz he's literally so drunk

like hitting all of those high notes and having his voice crack all in one sitting

he'd be pouring his heart out w all of these emotions but everyone else would be literally rofl

plus everyones a teensy bit drunk

it'd be like 2 am when some of the group has fallen asleep, 4 of the others have passed out, and u and dk would just be slaying it hard

tbh i think he'd think smth else hanging on the ceiling would be a mistletoe (like a light or smth)

and he'd just be kissing u sm and you'd be so confused

but eventually you’d notice the mistletoe and it’d all click

mingyu:

before we start w anything, i have a little psa: i LOVE MINGYU!!!!!

u probably already knew that but anyways..

urgh he'd be such a sweetheart the entire night

literally the best puppy in the world (im biased.)

he'd literally cook u the BEST MEAL OF YOUR LIFE

and then he'd give u like this whole spa thingie (at home)

like a whole bubble bath, massage, skincare, the whole package (mingyu is the whole package. dont try to change my mind)

he'd shut u up the moment u try to say that he isn't being taken care of w saying that this is ur night (my heart can't take this)

you two would watch SO many movies and just cuddle the whole time LOL

he'd end the night w taking u out onto ur balcony (if u don't have one, u do now.) and the mistletoe would be hanging above

and he'd just lean forward and kiss u into the night (bonus points cuz he kissed u at 12:00 am on christmas day <333)

god im whipped....

the8:

istfg for christmas he'd plan the most ELABORATE date night for the two of u (my heart)

like

first he'd take u shopping at ur nearest mall

then he'd pick out ur outfit for the night

then you'd put it on

then you'd go to this expensive af restaurant (he pays even tho u tell him not to so many times)

then he'd take you ice skating for an hour or smth while it's snowing <33

ur final destination would be a massage parlor cuz everyone needs some time to unwind all of their stress <3

ofc tho on the way out, you'd coincidentally walk under the mistletoe

he'd giggle at his tiny victory (someone get me a minghao pls)

and you'd kiss (obviously) <33

seungkwan:

i feel like he’d take u to some concert or a show tbh

and you would just be jamming out and screaming at the top of ur lungs until u can barely breathe

like that type of night

so u two would pull up

check in w ur tickets

maybe get food if its available

the concert would start and u both would be SO excited oml

like once they start theres no stopping ur screaming

no way

no how

y’all r top-notch fans any artist would be lucky to have u 😎

that’s irrelevant LOL anyways

so obviously the concert eventually ends (to ur dismay)

and u two head out

and since it’s the holiday season decor is up all around the venue

and he unsuspectingly drags u two under one

and ofc he doesn’t notice but u do

so when u kiss him on the cheek randomly he’s SO flustered 😭

and since ur in public he acts like he’s embarrassed but it’s obvious he loved it <3

vernon:

u would be chilling at home or smth working, reading, or whatever

then u decided that you were tired and wanted to go to bed

then you would put away whatever u had out

and go to ur shared bedroom to change and get ready for bed

like you’d brush ur teeth, wash ur face, maybe take a shower, all that jazz

then you’d fall asleep

vernon would join u later w a lil disappointment cuz he hung a mistletoe above ur bed but u didn't notice

so when u wake up, he’d be cuddled up against u, already awake and looking at u w the cutest smile

“huh? is there something wrong vern?” you’d be rlly confused but then he’d softly whisper, “look up baby,” and you’d realize

you’d be like “oh” but then you’d give vernon what he wants; ur love and kisses ✊😔

dino:

you'd be at the dance studio or smth prob (he's like a machine wtf)

like he'd be teaching u some choreography or you'd both be sweating ur asses off to some random song

like literally there for HOURS

until like 3 am or smth like that

and once u two would finally settle down and decide ur both out of juice for the night, y'all would head home

but of course the studio is decorated for christmas

so

basically

he'd 100% try to devise a plan into sneaking a mistletoe someplace you'd walk under but he forgot about it so he'd run away for a few minutes (saying he needed to use the bathroom but he'd just be hanging a mistletoe up above the door on ur way out)

so

ahahah

he'd (very subtly) drag u under there

and at 3:48 am, two lovers connected under the mistletoe..on christmas eve...*curtains close*

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All Members

Reaction to their S/O giving them the silent treatment 

Reaction to their S/O winning an award for best kiss scene

Reaction to their S/O changing their lockscreen to their bias

Reaction to seeing a cutout of their S/O at a concert

Reaction to their S/O wiping off their kisses

Reaction to their sibling dancing in an M/V

Reaction to their S/O putting ice down their shirt to wake them up

Reaction to their S/O being clingy

Kim Seokjin

Late Night, Come Home (Fluff)

Min Yoongi

Pretty Little Baby (Smut)

Truth or Dare (Smut)

Filthy (Smut)

Kim Namjoon

Intertwined (Fluff)

First Time for Everything (Smut)

Kim Taehyung

His Girl(s) (Smut)

Match Made in Heaven (Fluff)

Jeon Jungkook

Work of Art (Smut)

Hold Me Closer (NSFW/Fluff)

High School Reunion (Smut)

All Members

95z reaction to their S/O being short

reaction to their s/o laying their head on their lap

reaction to their youngest member getting injured

Hip Hop Unit

Reaction to their S/O being naturally clumsy

reaction to their s/o falling asleep waiting for them

Vocal Unit

Reaction to their S/O being sick 

Reaction to their S/O being clumsy

Reaction to their S/O being sleepy

Performance unit

Reaction to their S/O being a night owl

reaction to a jealous s/o

Yoon Jeonghan

Perfect Misery ft. Kim Mingyu (Angst/fluff)

Jeon Wonwoo

Sleep On the Floor Pt2 (Fluff)

domestic bliss (fluff)

Lee Jihoon

Frozen Devotion (Smut)

Kim Mingyu

Perfect Misery ft. Yoon Jeonghan (Angst/fluff)

It’s you and me (’til the end of time) (Fluff)

Vernon Chwe

petals for amour (fluff)

Lee Chan

Love Sick (Fluff/Angst)

All members

Hyung line sending their s/o a photo of themselves

Maknae line sending their s/o a photo of themselves

Reaction to their s/o asking the worm question

Telling their s/o ‘i love you’ for the first time

Reaction to their s/o getting injured

Reaction to their s/o running into their ex

Reaction to their s/o being sick

Reaction to their s/o falling asleep waiting for them

soft cuddles

first kiss

hyung line being sent an accidental nude

maknae line being sent an accidental nude

Park Seonghwa

Hard thoughts w/hongjoong

messy room (hurt/comfort)

Kim Hongjoong

Hard thoughts w/seonghwa

Jeong Yunho

Best girl w/Mingi (smut)

toys (smut)

kang yeosang

relationship headcannons (fluff)

Choi San

First Christmas (fluff)

stretch marks (fluff)

Song Mingi

Best girl w/Yunho (smut)

sweatpants (fluff)

face sitting (smut)

emo mingi (smut)

Jung Wooyoung

mean but soft (smut)

Choi Jongho

Warm touches (smut)

Boyfriend texts (fluff)

Boyfriend texts pt 2 (fluff)

Christmas thoughts (fluff/smut)

bad day (fluff/angst)

periods (fluff)

cock warming (nsfw/fluff)

All Members

Reaction to their S/O being clumsy

Reaction to their youngest member giving them kisses

Reaction to accidentally revealing your relationship (Maknae line)

Reaction to accidentally revealing you relationship (hyung line)

Reaction to their S/O having a tongue piercing

(DISCONTINUED)

All Members

00′s line - reaction to their S/O saying ‘daddy’ as a joke

Reaction to their S/O struggling to learn their native language

NCT 127

Reaction to their youngest member giving them kisses

Reaction to their S/O fainting during an argument

Reaction to their S/O comforting them during a horror film

Reaction to their crush confessing

NCT DREAM

Reaction to foreign S/O not wanting to call them ‘oppa’

Reaction to their S/O falling asleep whilst studying

WAYV

Reaction to their S/O acting bratty

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[turbulentt]

unrealistic expectations. pt1

jeonghan x gender neutral reader.

word count nearing 1k

warnings. angst. strong language. mature themes. mentions of sex work. alchool.

“You don’t get to stand there and talk to me about MY feelings. Grow a pair of balls, Yoon Jeonghan, and contact me when you have decided that you are ready to be loved by someone that knows you.“

To Jeonghan you were never an option, not that you ever had any unrealistic expectations, but it hurt to realize that much. You wish you broke that barrier he was putting up, the one you knew he wouldn’t put up with anyone but you. 

And, even though, every little thing that had to do with this man was already in the past, you couldn’t forget it or toss it to the side. He is your first love, and, as cliche as it sounds, you don’t want to give it up.

You don’t deserve the amount of thought I put into you. I really am a miserable cunt.

“I’m going out for a smoke.” you stand up and leave the table. There is a big crowd inside that restaurant and, honestly, the commotion inside your head is already too much for you. 

From afar you spot a familiar face. The blond long hair that never leaves your deepest dreams. On the coldest night of December, you are seeing Jeonghan for the first time in three years. It feels like a dream, or more so as if some kind of god is giving you a second chance.

You put out your cigarette and run across the street. 

“Yoon Jeonghan!” if you had ever made yourself a fool, it wouldn’t compare to this moment. “Who-” Jeonghan turns around confused, but his expression paralyzes as soon as he sees you, panting like crazy and smiling like a little kid. 

“It’s been a long time.” you cross your hands between your back, feeling shy. He has surely gotten prettier, yet somehow he didn’t change even a little. “It has.” he scoffs “Wanna go grab a drink?”

Yes, of course I want to.

Side by side, on the street filled with Christmas ornaments, you and your former best friend don’t exchange a word. That much hasn’t changed, at least, that thought put you at ease somehow.

“Do you have something you want to tell me?” Jeonghan asks. “Do I look like I have?” you counter-attack. “You always have, or had.” he pauses to think for a bit “I suppose I can’t say I know you anymore.”

Your heart throbbs.

I wish you knew me back then too.

“I guess you’re right. It's sad, though.” you admit. Jeonghan’s pace gets quicker, without looking at you even once he knows you are always following after him.

You both enter a small pub and take a seat at the counter, side by side, once again. You ask for something soft, it’s not in your plans to get drunk during Christmas’s week. Jeonghan, on the other hand, chooses the strongest liquor, drinking it as if it’s a cup of water.

“Did you get off work only now?” your fidgety fingers play around with the glass while your eyes side-eye the man beside you. “Yeah. I left early tonight.”

Maybe it is meant to be then. This way we could meet again.

“Do you still work at Paradise?” you ask hesitantly. “Yes. Does it bother you?”

There he goes, seeming so condescending. Maybe this twenty-six-year-old man is no different from a nineteen-year-old boy. You don’t answer, because, in fact, you don’t know. Does it bother you? If it does, it shouldn’t. You can’t be that selfish. Paradise is Jeoghan’s happiness, after all. 

At nineteen, when you both were still in university, Jeonghan was having some financial difficulties and decided to get a job. Stubborn enough, he didn’t want to do any physical labor so he turned to the sex industry. Paradise was a pretty new establishment at the time and Jeonghan was so hyped you didn’t even have the heart to say anything.

He said his desire was to find the love of his life there. Has it come true already?

“How’s it going?” you don’t really want to know. “Well. Today there were a lot of rough customers, I’m a bit tired.”

“I imagine.”

Jeonghan laughs and takes a sip of his liquor.

“Does it bother you that I still fuck and get fucked for money?” he blurts out. Like those nasty and adult words won’t hurt your damaged heart. “It’s your life.” you sound so cold, it surprises you.

“I never understood you, for real. You never opened up about your feelings to me and kept up that fucking judgy face until the end. I guess I wanted too much from someone like you.” Jeonghan is passing the limit and you are not far from losing your cool.

“Someone like me?” you scoff. “Someone who never came to an agreement with their own feelings.”

“You must be fucking kidding me, Yoon Jeonghan.” you turn to him abruptly and shout “You were the one who disappeared! You said you couldn’t handle me and my feelings, precisely when I started to begin accepting them! You were the one who thought he was going to find true love inside a sex store, with some random stranger that probably just wants to fuck you!” 

Jeonghan stands in the same place, doesn’t say a word or sheds a tear. You take his glass from him and drink the rest of the liquor. Your mind is clouded by all sorts of emotions.

“Have sex with me.” he sais. “No.” you answer almost instantly “I won’t put myself through that pain again.”

“You never really loved me. You thought you knew me and got caught up in some strange feelings for some strange person.” his voice sounds so unsure, yet not sad at all. 

“You don’t get to stand there and talk to me about MY feelings. Grow a pair of balls, Yoon Jeonghan, and contact me when you have decided that you are ready to be loved by someone that knows you. Not some stranger that doesn’t acknowledge your flaws.” you stand up, leave a bill on the counter, and with a simple tap on his shoulder you leave “My number is still the same.”

Did I do the right thing? Should I go back? I think I just fucked it all up.

You can’t beat yourself up, though. With Jeonghan it would never be easy, and, for some masochistic reason, you liked it.

[hoshi-spook]

#— yoon jeonghan “fireworks”

established relationship fluff 0.8k words

With December just entered, your city was showcasing a fireworks display to pair the Christmas light’s switch-on. It was something that happened every year, but not something you always attended. But, your boyfriend managed to coax you out with him and his friends to join them and watch the display.

“Can’t have you freezing out there, hm?” Jeonghan reminded you whilst he continued to wrap the thick, woollen scarf around your neck. His eyes were focused on your anxious expression, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth and your eyebrows drawn upwards. “Baby, we don’t have to go if you really don’t want to, you know that right?” Jeonghan reassured.

Your eyes darted up at him quickly. He looked more worried than disappointed. But you felt guilty nether-the-less, you wanted to go with him. “No, no. I want to go, I’m just - not good with large crowds, busy places, they make me anxious.” You breathed, averting your gaze to the floor, whilst your fingers absentmindedly toyed with each other. “So, just stay close to me, ok?”

There was a sparkle in Jeonghan’s eyes, and a pleased grin pulled at his face. He pulled you close to his chest, your favourite cologne of his clinging to his puffy coat.

“Of course, I won’t let my baby out of my sight for a single second!” He beamed, head snapping towards the direction of which Seungcheol called for everyone at the front door. “You ready?” He asked, and you nodded in confirmation, letting him take your gloves hand in his, leading you outside.

Expectantly, the town-centre was packed. Full of families, couples and groups of friends; your anxiety immediately sky rocketed just at the thought of being neck to neck with so many people. Jeonghan quickly recognised your sudden spike of nerves and gave your hand a quick squeeze, making you look up at him.

“I’m right here.” He comforted you with a soft smile. Feeling slightly reassured with Jeonghan right by your side, you felt your heart begin to ease. You were going to enjoy this night even if it took everything in you!

You wrapped your free arm around his for more security, and you all wandered further into the crowd of people, not wanting to get an awful view. Seokmin, Soonyoung and Jihoon all strayed off to buy food and drink at the small food stalls displayed just for tonight, and the rest of you settled yourself in a less busy spot. You observed various people in the crowd, tuning out the other loud boys conversations; you were unaware of Jeonghan’s eyes focused solely on you, soft with adoration. When you looked up suddenly though, he made no attempt to look away, unashamed of his silent and not-so-subtle admiring.

“You look so pretty tonight, you know?” Jeonghan murmured, loud enough for only you to hear. You felt your face burn up, but managed to hide it well as your face was already buried in the many layers of your scarf, but Jeonghan couldn’t miss the way your eyes shone with fondness.

“Just tonight?” You teased him with a giggle. Jeonghan only rolled his eyes, biting his cheek to try and fight the smile that he couldn’t hold back. The other three had found their way back from the food stalls, Soonyoung barking out for someone else to grab one of the cup-holders before he dropped an entire order of drinks on the floor. You chuckled at the immediate chaos the boy brought with him, taking your own drink and passing Jeonghan’s to him. Jihoon began to pass out various types of food, all steaming hot and appetising enough to make your stomach grumble with impatience.

It wasn’t long after, the display was about to begin. There was a timer counting down the seconds until the 30ft tall Christmas tree would light up. Jeonghan had one arm wrapped around your waist, watching you as you counted down with an excited grin.

“4, 3, 2, 1 ..”

There was a sudden flood of light, and the tree lit up at once; loud cheering erupted throughout the area. Before you even had the chance to look up at your boyfriend, he’d already grabbed ahold of your jaw, turning you to face him before he dipped down, capturing your lips in his own. His thumb stroked softly against the apples of your cheeks and he gave it a few seconds before reluctantly pulling away. There was a mix of coos and groans of disgust from the boys behind you - but both you and Jeonghan managed to block them out.

“I love you.” Jeonghan stated simply, the dopey smile never dropping an inch. You mirrored him, eyes wide and sparkling with affection. There was a loud whistle and a thunderous boom, and then an explosion of reds and blues and all different colours in the sky, and the cheering erupted again. Jeonghan watched fondly, as you eyes reflected the fireworks perfectly, before they drifted back to him.

“I love you too.” You replied with delay, wrapping your arms securely around his torso, letting your head rest against the beat of his heart.

[woozisnoots]

losing you | yoon jeonghan

° pairing: jeonghan x f!reader, jun x f!reader ° genre: soulmate!au, bittersweet angst ° summary: losing me is better than losing you. ° word count: 1.5k ° warnings: implied death but details aren’t explicit! i promise the fic itself isn’t bad >< ° a/n: TEEHEE @vibecheckvernon​​ SURPRISE I’M UR TCT SECRET SANTA !!!! 😌 posted this a little later for prime angst reading times :D I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT CHRISTMAS!!! p.s. pls don’t sue me i love you <3

inspired by: @95boysbe​ ‘s fic, ‘when you love someone’ (tysm for all of you for helping me find this again! 💓 pls go check out their work as well!) + wonho’s song ‘losing you’

masterlist!

jeonghan has no intentions of going to his family’s christmas party. at least not this early. looking into his appearance in the mirror, he wraps the red checkered scarf around his neck so the ends nicely drape over his white long sleeve shirt tucked under his matching sweater vest. a festive look to hide away his disinterest buried in his “enthusiasm”.

“daddy, are you not coming with us?” jeonghan jolts by the sudden tugging of his sweater from his side, looking over, forcing his eyes to meet with his daughter’s watery orbs.

he crouches down to one knee so he’s completely eye level, tucking in the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “not yet sweetheart. daddy’s gotta pick up a few things for the party.” he opens his arms wide for the tiny human to bury herself in a bear-like embrace. 

“stay by mommy’s side at all times, okay?” the little girl steps back to face her father, her hands gripping onto jeonghan’s index finger. “promise?” he continues to persist until she sniffles a series of nods. a small melancholy smile creeps onto jeonghan’s face as he wiggles himself out of her powerful grasp and cups her cheeks, creating small circles on her soft cheekbones with his thumbs. 

“good girl. i’ll be back before you notice i’m gone.” 

the walk there is shorter than jeonghan was expecting and it almost makes him sick to his stomach. he wants the anticipation to subside by the time he gets there, yet at this rate, he would arrive with nothing but the swell of guilt weighing down inside of him. 

the winter chill makes him shiver, hiding his balled fists in his pockets. the farther he walks, this once familiar street slowly turns into the abyss as the fog erases his footsteps along with the glimmery lights surrounding him. but jeonghan is only focused on the dark pathway ahead of him. weeks after hearing the news, and an additional few months of “recovery”, his imagination has conditioned him for far worser environments than some cold weather. 

the field of clean cut grass beside him is now closed off, barred by a wired fence painted white indicating he was getting close. it was a foolish thing really. this entire time, from the moment jeonghan left the house until now, he’s been trying to find the right words to say to you. what he would say to you if you were willing to hear him out. question he desperately wants answered. jeonghan lowers his head, scoffing under his breath knowing you probably would have. even though he knew himself that he didn’t deserve it. and neither did you. 

he comes to a pause at the entrance, reaching out to maneuver the chains that lock the gateway. taking a slow deep breath in, jeonghan looks up before entering the place of the dead, only to see that you already had company. 

the hint of discomfort causes jeonghan’s body to stiffen - the sight of an tall, unfamiliar man here with you triggering his fight or flight response, his instincts urging for the first rather than late. why would he be at a place like this? and on christmas no doubt.  

jeonghan takes his time walking towards you both, eyeing his physique up and down from afar. as he got closer, he examines the man’s notable facial features. the longer he stares, the more confused jeonghan gets causing him to crease his eyebrows. neither of you know him. jeonghan shakes the thought away- no, he doesn’t know him. maybe within the time you were away, the two might have met. jeonghan keeps his mind neutral, accepting all the possibilities. 

the mysterious man dressed down in this cold december, notices jeonghan walking this way before he could stop in his tracks to presenting himself in front of you. chuckling at the grimace look on jeonghan’s face. 

as respectful as he could possibly mutter, jeonghan opens his mouth to speak, “who-”

“so you must be yoon jeonghan,” he’s quick to cut him off, knowing exactly what might be running through his mind right now. he nods his head towards him, acknowledging the new, delighted presence that fills the air. “my name’s jun.” he watches as the imaginary fumes streaming from the top of jeonghan’s head start to dissipate. “a friend of hers back in america,” he lied, not that jeonghan would ever know anyways. “she talked a lot about you. it almost got annoying. 

just like how jeonghan did, jun studies him in his entirety. a smirk forming on his lips finding that he looked exactly how you described. as well as his own description: a good for nothing low life with faltering loyalty. jun scowls at the ring wrapped around jeonghan’s finger. “talk about that red string of fate, huh,” his words protrude the thick musk that wavers around them, finally breaking jeonghan’s walls. “don’t mind me though. i’m just here to pay my respects as a friend,”jun says, his words laced with sarcasm. 

jeonghan freezes in his spot, feeling only a tingling sensation in his fingers and toes as the flood of memories of the two of you replay in the back of his mind. the entirety of your childhood, including your teenage and what was there for your college years. until the dreaded day you decided to leave. “so, you knew?” he whispers more so for his curiosity rather than looking for an actual answer. 

and from the look on jeonghan’s face, jun could tell. “yeah,” he says just enough for jeonghan to hear. “i knew a lot.” he averts his eyes away from the soft hearted gaze that now appears on jeonghan’s face. 

jun may not have known you the same amount of time as jeonghan did. but the way you wore your heart on your sleeve despite being so vulnerable even after the fact, jun can pluck out things even jeonghan probably never noticed. how jeonghan could ever leave his soulmate for someone else, jun will never fathom at the thought. 

but jun knew your side of the story, how you felt watching your soulmate drew you guys apart. no, he wasn’t your friend per say, not in his official title anyway. when you were admitted into the hospital, jun was only there as a volunteer. he had a responsibility to look after all his assigned patients as comfort companions through their clinical care, including you. 

you were the hospital’s one exception. at the point of your critical condition, doctors truly didn’t know when the time would pass. knowing no one else in the states aside from your family, jun soon became your side by side as hospital bed buddies. and hated every moment of it. 

he hated the way you smiled so brightly for him every day despite how sick you were. but stare blankly at your food whenever it came to you and end up not eating. he hated how you easily created friendships with the nurses and other caretakers at hospital, including himself. but refused to take your medication. he hated how fondly you talked about love when you weren’t feeling it. he hated hearing the sniffles that came from your room every morning after he clocked in. he hated it so much that you still smiled saying your soulmate's name even though he was doing the same thing for someone else. in the end, jun was too late to tell you all that.

fate, being the sick bastard that it is, has jun meeting the one person he actually came to hate. and he’ll do one better. just like how jeonghan never got to know about your true feelings and conditions, jun will never tell him how much he truly cared for you. how he was entirely convinced he, a person who wasn’t even destined to have a soulmate, could fill the void that jeonghan had left. 

the longer jun stands there, the small pit of anger quietly begins to boil and that was his cue to leave. he avoids eye contact as he stirs away from the flowers he left you and tries to make his exits, stopping at his tracks when jeonghan speaks once again.

“then can i ask you something? your opinion as her friend. since you know,” he hiccups, the words coming out a beat too late. his voice also shaky, not knowing if it was due to the cold or the rise of his nerves. 

jun leans on one leg, stuffing his hands in the side pockets of his leathered coat. he almost says no. he wants to say no. “shoot,” sounding unbothered. 

“do you think she’d still want to be my soulmate in a different life?” 

jeonghan’s heart churns at his own question, as does jun’s. he could have asked any other question, but out of the hundreds he accumulated in the mile walk here, jeonghan figured this was the one that jun could at least give some thought. 

jun takes a sharp inhale in, his nails forming small crescent moons into his palm. with a heavy sigh, he turns back around and scoffs at the sight of jeonghan tearing up in front of you. and with gritted teeth, he responds.

“of course she would.”

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

Passion

Part two of the Christmas Kiss Series

Summary:

Every day you ride the elevator and nothing of interest really happens. Until the day that you meet Yoon Jeonghan and things get... a little bit heated.

1k+ words

“Hold the door!”

You could barely hear a word that was being screamed at you as you rested yourself against the back of your apartment building’s elevator. IYou were too lost in the world of the book you were reading- you were only a few page’s in and already you were enraptured by the promise of a thrilling adventure to come sweep you off your feet and away from reality.

“The elevator.”

You knew it was probably odd to most people- to ride an elevator while reading a book but you personally found it to be quite soothing. The perfect way to end a day. Light interaction with the other tenants, riding the elevator up and down as you droned through each page, unraveling mystery after mystery entangled in thousands of words beautifully strung together for you to pick apart.

It was the perfect atmosphere- Never too hot or cold. Plenty of places to settle yourself, and if for some reason your attention was dragged away from whatever you were reading, there was surely going to be something interesting going on around you for you to spectate on.

At first, some of the other tenants thought it to be a bit too weird, but after a while they got as used to you as a stray cat on their doorstep every morning.

“God you idiot stop the stupid elevator doors.”

You perked up finally- just in time to notice a man darting at you from down the hall. You didn’t really recognize his face. He had platinum blonde hair, and large but drawn in eyes. His lips were red- but darker, almost as if he had been kissing someone with them, and his skin seemed lighter than most.

He looked... Delicate- despite the fact he was running quite wildly. You thought maybe if you touched him, you might shatter him.

You got to your feet- No urgency as you moved over to the elevator panel. You clicked the button to keep the elevator doors open and waited patiently until the man came tumbling into the room. You turned and looked at him, eyes wide in anticipation as his chest rose and fell.

Looking at him up closely you were surprised to find that he was actually quite tall. You thought he had at least an inch on you, and while he was very slim you thought maybe underneath that white button up, you could actually see some muscle. You opened your mouth to address him- Really just to ask what floor he wanted to go to, but as you stared at him, he turned to you- eyes flitting p and down your body, and let his head fall to the side.

“Well, you’re half decent.”

You weren’t sure if it was more fitting to take the statement as an insult or a compliment. So, you settled for a confused: “Thank you?”

“I’m Jeonghan.”

This Jeonghan stood all the way up and swallowed hard- making his adam’s apple bob prominently in his throat. You felt your mouth gap a little at that, something that you could tell by Jeonghan’s little smirk afterwards amused him.

“And I require a favor, that is really a pay off in itself,” he continued pointedly. He held out a steady hand- like a really steady hand. You didn’t know how he had managed to already have composed himself after running like that down the hall- and smiled at you. “Are you up for it?”

You didn’t see why not.

You took Jeonghan’s hand, and he swung you around, until you were tangled within his limbs- which were notably just as strong as they looked. He held you tightly by the small of your back, your chest pressed firmly against his.

“1,” he started to say. “2, 3-”

He cut himself off by pressing a deep kiss to your lips.

Honestly... Not a lot could really be said for what was going through your mind because the second his lips touched yours it was like... Fireworks went off in your head and that was it. There were not thoughts, certainly no regrets. Just the instant overwhelming intoxicity of this man in front of you and the loud thud of your book falling from your hand to the floor of the elevator.

“Yoon Jeonghan you cheating asshole-” Jeonghan peeled his lips away from yours, ever so tantalizingly and made eyecontact with you for just a moment, making sure you were watching as his tongue darted across his bottom lip. Then he changed his grip on you, his hand coming to your head and pulling you securely up against his chest- your head turned so that you couldn’t see the girl, and the girl couldn’t see you.

“I think you are the cheater darling,” Jeonghan said, his chest vibrating with every low word. “And when I caught you in bed with Taehyung of all the men in the world, you made that very clear.”

The woman stamped her feet angrily in the hall- making the heels of her shoes click dramatically. Honestly, you felt a bit like you were in a drama- unable to wrap your head around how the lady how gotten caught cheating in bed and then bothered to put her heels on before chasing after her now ex-lover.

“As if he’ll ever be able to satisfy you anyways,” Jeonghan continued. “I was always the only one who knew how to make you scream.”

Jeonghan’s head turned slightly and his lips brushed your ear.

“This is an open invitation by the way to purchase a ticket for such an event. Tickets are free to all who are as gorgeous as you.”

You had to bite back an odd noise at the suggestion.

“Are you really flirting with that thing right in front of me?” The lady screeched. Jeonghan hummed his acknowledgement.

“Well, as it seems I am a free man now. I can do as I wish.”

He turned his eyes down to you, forcing you to look at him with a slight tug of your hair. You swallowed hard as you two made eye contact.

“And at the moment, I so wish to do you.”

You initiated the kiss this time, getting on the tips of your toes, to press your lips against his- but Jeonghan quickly showed you who was in control when he hoisted your legs to wrap around his waist, and then pushed you up against the elevator wall.

The sound of whoever it was screaming was a dull background noise as Jeonghan hit the elevator buttons to make the door slid shut. But even after that he didn’t stop kissing you until the doors slid open and an elderly woman- Mrs. Beverly who lived on the sixth floor entered. Stood there for near a minute, cleared her throat and snapped: “Six please.”

You panted pathetically as Jeonghan lowered you down to the floor, his eyes dancing with mirth at having been caught.

“Thank you, for your help,” he stated. “I never caught your name.”

You supposed in the middle of it all you hadn’t ever mentioned your name to him. That was a bit amusing honestly- exciting really. You had just kissed a hot stranger in an elevator. You told him your name and cleared your throat nervously, but it didn’t matter because Jeonghan was already turning around.

“Alright then. I have things to clear out of my place-” He glanced back at you. “But if you ever cherish some free time with a friend... It’s 505.”

He stepped out of the elevator, waiting for it to ding.

“I’ll be waiting.” And just like that the elevator doors shut in front of him.

For a few moments you and Mrs. Beverly were completely silent, neither saying a word to the other as the boring Christmas elevator music blared in the background, but then around the fifth floor, your elevator occupant cleared her throat.

“You dropped something sweetheart,” Mrs. Beverly stated as the elevator began its trip back upwards. You looked over at her, eyebrow raising.

“My book?” You asked.

“Your dignity,” Mrs. Beverly corrected with a snort. You let out a surprised laugh at the insult:

“Merry Christmas to you too, Mrs. Beverly.”