#boynextdoor drabble

[beomev]

Hello !! Can I request a sungho x reader fluff where he takes her stargazing? This may or may not be inspired by So let’s go see the stars >-<

𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀, park sungho

성호────𝖺 𝗌𝗄���� 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗵𝗲𝗿

𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼 x reader ⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘄𝗰 0.6k ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 fluff, established relationship, university au, song fic ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀 mentions of food ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 so let's go see the stars by boynextdoor ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 a stargazing drabble is a prompt i've always wanted to experiment and attempt writing so i'm glad that this request came in! hope this is what you wanted :3 ⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂋 ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲

“Are you busy?” A notification popped up. You smiled at the incoming call as you shuffled out of bed. You were finally done with your semester, which means you could spend more time with Sungho – but you didn’t think he would come up with something so soon.

“Hey,” you spoke out, breaking the silence that filled your apartment for a good hour or two.

“Let’s go out,” he replied, you could almost see him smiling ear-to-ear through the cheeriness in his voice.

“Where?” you grinned, already getting up and off to your closet.

“I’ll text you!” he cheekily says and abruptly hangs up without a word.

Without you, late nights don’t mean a thing.

“XX-XXX-XXX-XX, I’ll be waiting,” he texts almost immediately. You click on the address and get sent to a page showing its location.

3 minutes on foot.

You hurriedly get ready, as it was already starting to get dark outside, so you don’t bother to fix your pre-made makeup; instead, you rush. Sungho was probably waiting outside in the cold, alone.

You reach the venue, but no one’s in sight.

Where was Sungho?

“Do you see a sign?” your phone chimes again. You do see a sign, a bit towards the left, covered in little fairy lights. You follow the direction pointed by the arrow, giggling amongst yourself at the cutely decorated sign.

“Follow the trail of roses!” you chuckle at the pathway made from multi-coloured pebbles on either side with rose petals in between. You carefully make your way towards the place, trying your best not to step on the flowers.

“Surprise!” Sungho yelps, almost scaring you. “How does it look?” he smirks, pointing towards the small but cozy setup.

Oh, baby, I’ll never let go of your hand.

You walk towards it, an open tent, a rosy pink one, a fluffy blanket placed on the grass, accompanied by two pillows on each end, fairy lights covering each corner, and a foldable table full of your favourite snacks.

What more could you ever ask for?

“What’s all this for?” you giggle, launching yourself towards his arms, which he gladly accepts.

“Didn’t you want to go stargazing? You heard you mentioning it to your friends last week at the canteen,” he spreads the cozy blanket across the cold grass, placing a few pillows on each end.

You gasp, dramatically. 

“You were eavesdropping?” you tease, hand on your chest.

“Oh, of course, I’m your number one stalker,” he jokes, patting the surface, inviting you to join him, his genuine smile showing nothing but encouragement.

Now we’re like a scene from a youth movie.

You take up his offer and lie beside him, his arm under your neck for support. You look up at the sky as he does. The sky always amazed you – a graveyard; so tragically beautiful. It reminded you that one day, you’d be among the masses of stars, where someone, like you, would feel amazed looking up.

The familiarity of looking up at the stars found you. 

From the corner of your eye, you see a familiar glance. You look at Sungho, who seems to be admiring your features, letting himself remember your face. 

I hope this night never goes.

“What are you doing?” you chuckle.

“I’m letting myself remember what you look like – I don’t know why, but I always seem to forget how you look when I go to sleep. I can’t dream of you,” he sulks as he shuffles, facing his body towards you. So, you do the same.

I want to promise eternity.

“Look at me all you want. Don’t forget me,”

“Not in a million years. Not even after we become beautiful stars.”

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[g4z0oz]

Unraveled: Han Taesan

cw: slightly dubcon, ( mention of somnophilia) and hint of coercion, the reader is innocent but at the end is a slut for taesan, mention of rough sex

You've been dating Taesan for almost one year and a half. He's such a sweet guy, and you're lucky enough that he chose you as his girlfriend out of everyone. You and he had a picnic multiple times, went to a cinema together, cuddled, visited him at the studio, dated at an art gallery, but never had sex. Knowing your friends already had sex a few times, making you jealous. It's not that you're not into it, but you're way too scared for it. A few times, Taesan tried to make a move on you during cuddling when he caressed your waist with his fingers. You remember his touch vividly; those cold metal ring surfaces on your waist sent you a goosebump. Panicking, you immediately sit up, and your cheeks flush red. Taesan found it cute, but he also wished that you were asking for more. Taesan, on the other hand thinking about fucking you in your sleep because he knows you would let him because you never say no and you're too scared to wake up. He loves watching you sleep; after he kissed you goodnight on your temple and lips, he was eager to slip his hand inside your pajama. He prays every day that you would let him fuck you.

*

It's the weekend, and you're hanging out with your boyfriend at your apartment like usual. You made your decision, and it's decided. You want to let him take your V card. He treats you like a princess since the day you guys met and not even during dating yet. He never let you carry heavy things, always paid for the food, listened to your problems every time even though he himself was struggling with his family issue, never complained about you being a crybaby, let you cry on his shoulder, helped you to apply for a job, and a lot more.

"Baby, if I ask you for one thing, would you do it for me?"

You asked Taesan who is watching the television. His gaze immediately went to yours. An immediate smile appears once his eyes lock with yours.

"What's the matter, baby?"

You bite your lips in nervousness. You took a seat beside him as you put your hands on his chest. Your hand is shaking, but proceed to fidgeting with his shirt's button. Taesan noticed it immediately. His prayer seems like it has almost been answered, he thought. "I want to have sex with you."

Taesan knows it. His naughty smirk formed from his lips. Oh, he really loves it when you ask him for something because he knows everything he is capable of doing, and there is no wish of yours he doesn't grant. Having sex together? He definitely let you have his baby. He waited for this time for so long.

He takes your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it gently. His stare changed from love to lust, which makes you feel unfamiliar, yet you're into it. He led your hand to your entrance, making you dumbfounded. "Enter your finger slowly; I'll guide you; don't worry." Taesan commanded without breaking eye contact with you. His voice and the way he commands you really drive you insane to the point you don't even dare to say no. You're a virgin; obviously, you never touch yourself. You never know such things like masturbating because you're afraid to do anything on your body. You enter yourself slowly, and it hurts you a little. "Tae...taesan, honey, I'm scared."

Taesan kissed your lips softly and told you that it is okay. He keeps on telling you that while his hand guides your finger, move it back and forth until you're getting used to it. You both concentrated on doing that until you finally felt good. It was way too good; you want Taesan's dick inside of you instead of your small fingers.

"Baby, please, I need you inside of me. I want you to touch me." You begged, making Taesan's ego strike through the top. He enjoys guiding and watching you in pleasure, though. The sight of you moaning softly, eyes shutting down with tears leaking down a little bit, amuses him so much. "Are you sure you're ready for it? I fear you can't handle it." He teased.

You sighed loudly. In your head, you just want him to fuck you until you can't walk. You want to moan his name loudly until the neighbor hears you. "Please, Taesan. I love you so much; please do me as you want."

He can't believe he is getting hard by the way you pleaded. Well, those needy eyes and voice sparkling like a puppy, he can't resist. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before throwing it all out of the couch. He positioned himself in between your legs and entered you without any warning. He never does or says harsh things to you, but this time, he loses his control and mind. He wants to fuck you mercilessly until you beg him to stop while crying in pain and pleasure. And you don't mind him being rough with you at all because that's what you want.

"Say my name nonstop as I fuck you. I own you."

and you nodded shamelessly, eager for his cock. You're Taesan's good girl, forever.

sien's note- taesan is a nice guy and fresh guy of your night (lmao see what i did there) smdlmlkelkfn im just trying to not get wet after writing this shit

[hazeytae]

bnd twt links pt. 2

♡ porn links, mostly dom!bnd but take these how you will <3 , kinda filler post

sungho.

sungho treats you just like a princess 😔 ik this man a MUNCHH taking every opportunity to eat you out

he loves loves loveeesssss when your riding him and you get all needy, hips moving sloppily just chasing your orgasm n focusing on making yourself feel good

this just SCREAMS sungho. screams his name. 🫠

riwoo.

poor riwoo chasing his orgasm, taking out any stresses onto you (very sweetly tho)

he has almost no mean bone in his body... unless u pissed him off🤭 im a dom riwoo truther if u cant tell

riwoo fucking into u til u squirt on his cock :3 (i love this vid guys)

DRY HUMPING WITH RIWOO. he cant keep his hands off u!!!!

jaehyun.

sitting on jaehyuns face !! he begged for u to jus suffocate him with your cunt until you finally gave in "but jaehyun what if i suffocate you!" "but baby thats what i want~!" he whined while pulling u down onto his face 🤧

he only wants to make u feel good <3 putting his fingers to work !! doing what hes best at !!!

desperately desperatelyyyy fucking ur thighs, he said he'd be quick! but he already came 2 times- overstimulating himself with your thighs even though your practically begging for him to put it in,,, puppys being so selfish :(((

taesan.

this is screaming taesan. literally everything about this video is so taesan coded?!!

literally plunginggg his fingers in n out of you but the second your close to cumming he'll replace his fingers with his cock so your cumming on his cock for the nth time🙊

ik taesan good with that tongue. wtf. and he good asf with those fingers!! perfect for eating you out <3

taesan liiiveeesss for late night sex

leehan.

who else is here for leehan size kink... because i am!! you look way too good when hes just towering over you

lazy spooning with leehan, he just looovvveeesss seeing you in thigh highs

he loves when you fuck yourself back onto him, he cant get enough of the way your body chases his cock when he pulls out slightly, almost like you cant be apart from him at all and he finds that sosososooo sexy

[seokmn]

︵⠀THE GLOSS ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── it turns out dongmin really is the perfect boyfriend to test makeup on at the store.

pairing: dongmin x gn!reader wc: 1.2k words warnings: reader wears makeup lua's note: saw this tweet and had to do something about it..

ᯓ★ "so baby, put your lips on me"

To you, Dongmin was the best boyfriend ever for countless reasons, one of them being his enthusiasm and interest for anything that you seemed to like.

 With that being said, your dates at the mall were like heaven to you: you could stop at any store you wanted to and spend how much time you wanted without him rushing you.

 After taking a little break to eat and sit down a little bit, you took your lipstick from your purse to reapply it and let out a sigh when you opened its cap.

 “I'm running out of my favorite lipstick...” You pouted.

 “That’s okay,” Dongmin took his phone, opened the camera app and held the phone in your direction so you could use it as a mirror. “We’re already here, so let’s go to a makeup store and buy you a new one.”

 You glanced at him before concentrating on reapplying your lipstick and held back the urge to smile at his words.

 “Thank you,” you leaned back and pressed your lips together a few times before putting the makeup product back on your purse. “Now you got me all excited, can we go to the store now?”

 With a chuckle, Dongmin put his phone back in his pocket, stood up from his seat and reached out for your hand.

 “Let’s get going.”

 Once you reached the makeup store, you went straight to the lipstick’s brand aisle (after taking a look at products you weren’t even interested in buying on the way) and looked for the shade.

 “No way,” you gasped and Dongmin’s eyes flickered between the countless lipsticks on sale and your face, his brows raised in surprise at the gasp and curiosity. “This is the last one from my shade! I’m so lucky!”

 The boy’s curious face turned into a bright one as he laughed.

 “It’s like it was waiting for you!”

 “Who said it wasn’t?” You winked and then looked around. “You know.. I also need a new gloss…”

 “Oh yeah? Any gloss in mind?”

 You pressed your lips together and slowly shook your head. Dongmin let out a soft sigh in response and ran his fingers through his hair.

 “So I guess it’s going to take a little while, isn’t it?”

 “No, never.”

 Dongmin looked at you with a skeptical look on his face and you smiled shyly.

 “Okay, maybe just a liiiiiiittle bit”

 “Alright, as long as we still have time to go take a look at new shoes, you can take how much time you need.”

 Your smile lightened up as you started to walk away from that spot, taking a look at every product on the shelf and trying to find the gloss.

 Dongmin followed you right behind, watching you and also paying attention to the glosses, pointing at some and saying how they would look pretty on you, or how they would match with one of the lip combos you like to do. There was only one of them that made you agree with his statement and ask him to take it for you, while the others just made you give him a knowing look, which he would always reply to with the same i take it back look while putting his hands up in surrender.

 “Alright, we have 3 options, so you know what time it is, right?”

 “Test time!” Dongmin smiled.

 He was already used to watching you test the products on your hand or wrist, so he just stood still and watched you take a cotton pad and a disposable brush and apply some of the gloss on it. However, his eyes widened open when you started to apply it on his lips.

 “What- what are you doing?” He said without moving his lips too much, not wanting to make you mess up and scolding him for speaking while you were applying makeup on him.

 “Test time,” you focused on your task, your tongue sticking out in concentration. “Alright, look at the mirror and tell me what you think.”

 Dongmin looked at himself in the mirror and hummed.

 “I guess it’s fine, I don’t know too much about makeup, love. All I can say is that it’s pretty.”

 “Does it taste good?”

 He licked his shiny lips and frowned as soon as the taste touched his tongue. His hands immediately found their way to the cotton pad on your hands and wiped the product off his lips.

 “Tastes like shit.”

 “Really? I thought it’d taste good… Then let’s try this one.”

 He watched you take another disposable brush and apply another gloss on it.

 “Why am I being the model this time?” He asked while you applied the gloss on his lips once again. “I mean, I don’t mind at all, but I’m curious because I was never the model before.”

 “Because we’re talking about something that you’ll be also using if we think about it. What’s the point of using a pretty gloss if my boyfriend won’t like to kiss me while I’m wearing it?”

 Dongmin smiled at your thoughtful action and pouted in a teasing way.

 “Then go ahead, your model is more than ready.”

 “Silly,” you laughed and smacked his arm in a playful way. “Tell me about this one.”

 He looked at himself in the mirror, his expression dead serious while he pressed his lips against each other and licked them.

 “It’s a pretty color, the glitter on it is not too much, but also not too little, and it tastes good,” he pressed his lips once again. “But it feels tacky.”

 “Damn, you’re not just a model anymore,” you took a cotton pad and gave it to him. “You’re an analyst.”

 “You gave me a very serious task,” he wiped the gloss off. “So I have to do it properly, right? Let’s go, time for the last one.”

 “All righty,” you repeated the same process and started to apply the last option on him. “You have such pretty lips, love.”

 “Don’t make me blush here…”

 “I mean it, I always get myself staring at them wishing you’d apply super glue on them and kiss me, so we would always have your lips pressed together.”

 “Weirdo,” he laughed and tried to brush off the fact that he blushed by looking in the mirror before you tell him to. He did the same thing as before, checked his lips in the mirror very carefully, pressed his lips against each other and groaned when he licked them. “This is the one. It doesn’t have too much glitter, the color is pretty and subtle and the taste…” He licked his lips again. “The taste is amazing, something out of this world.”

 “Really?”

 “Yes! Here, taste it,” he pecked your lips and smiled when you leaned back with surprise all over your face. “C’mon, taste it.”

 You hesitantly licked your lips, still trying to process your boyfriend’s sudden action, but that was soon replaced in your mind with how good the gloss tasted.

 “Oh my god it’s so good.”

 “I told you!”

 “They shouldn’t make such a tasty gloss, I might eat it instead of actually using it,” you looked at yourself in the mirror to check how the gloss looked on you. “And it looks good on me! You’re right, Dongminnie, this is the one.”

 Your boyfriend took two of the picked gloss and also the lipstick you were holding.

 “Let’s pay for these.”

 “Wait.. Why two of them?”

 “Because I have the feeling you’ll be running out of it sooner than you expected.”

[blissfullsvn]

wish you were sober

pairing. kim leehan x reader genre. best friends to (soon-to-be) lovers, fluff, a sprinkle of angst, mutual pining word count. 1.8k warnings. reader is drunk and attempts to kiss leehan in this state (+ reader is shorter than leehan and wears makeup) masterlist

all it takes is one call from you, calling out his name with a voice that’s poutier than normal, before leehan’s striding out the door with his car keys in his hands.

when he sees you, you’re leaning against an electric pole, hugging it like it’s your lifeline. your other friends are around you, trying to pry you off, but you only push them away. from where he parks, he vaguely catches his name falling from your lips before he marches towards you and calls out your name himself.

you look up, eyes widened like saucers. instantly, as if you’re electrocuted, you pull away from the pole and glare at it, reprimanding. “you’re not leehan.”

the group around you bursts into laughter, and leehan can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him either. when he walks closer to you, you immediately cling onto him the same way you did to the pole, your cheek squished against his chest.

“my leehan is here,” you mumble.

he would have melted—no, dissolved—if not for the fact that he’s wholly supporting your weight and that all your friends are eyeing the two of you giddily. hence, his legs are forced to hold up straight, even though his heart is nothing but putty in your hands. he translates this through his expression instead, softening as he looks down at you and gently pats your head.

after thanking your friends for taking care of you, he walks off with you in tow. with one hand placed securely on the small of your back, he opens the car door with the other and attempts to seat you in the passenger’s seat. it takes a bit, because you’re reluctant to leave your hold on him, but he eventually gets you inside the car.

still leaning over, he easily fastens your seatbelt with a click. when he tries to pull away, however, you immediately snake your arms around his neck, holding him in place. it’s so sudden that he drops his hand onto your thigh for balance, but he quickly moves it before the touch can linger.

you’re staring at him, eyelashes fluttering. unlike your previous demeanour, your eyes seem to have more clarity in them now. you’re looking at him as if you’re searching for something beyond, while he’s looking at you as if he’s searching for a way out.

it’s too much. the blasting music down the street, the whirs of engines on the road, the mix of breaths between you, the ghost of your fingers on his nape, the weight of your eyes on him, the beat of his heart against his chest.

he feels too much, and yet, he can’t take his eyes off you.

slowly, you drag one hand from his nape, your fingers brushing past his ears and sending shivers down his spine, until it settles on his jaw. you cradle it gently, your thumb caressing his cheek. then, for a sliver of a moment, you drop your gaze.

it’s just a split second, but he catches it all the same. without realising, he finds himself flickering his eyes as well, and it’s all the indication you need to pull him closer.

that’s when leehan smiles, and then removes your arms around him easily. “get some rest. i’ll wake you up when we arrive.” he pats your head before shutting the car door.

when he climbs in the car from the opposite side, you’re facing the front and blinking blankly as if you’ve been slapped. he resists the urge to hold your hand like he always does on car rides, and forces his eyes to the front before driving off.

you do end up falling asleep, and when he gets you out of the car, he has to hoist you up against him snugly because you’re leaning your entire weight on him again. he doesn't mind, never when it comes to you, so he keeps his arm around your waist the entire time he’s bringing you up to your apartment. even when he reaches your door and has to fish out the spare key you gave him from his bag, he makes sure his hold on you is secure and that you’re resting your head on him.

when he unlocks the door, it seems to have briefly snapped you out of your delirium, because you’re removing yourself from him and staggering towards the sofa, much to his concern. he swiftly moves next to you, guiding you to the soft cushions and gently laying you down.

you immediately shut your eyes, quick to fall asleep again. at this, leehan sighs as he brushes the hair away from your face. “don’t wanna wash up first?” he asks softly. when you scrunch your nose in displeasure, he lets out a small smile. “not even your makeup?” he prods, and you respond with a quiet groan before you fall silent again.

his smile increases and he nods. “okay. just rest.”

truth be told, the alcohol in your system has already started to dissipate bit by bit, so even if you wanted to sleep—and never wake up again after what happened in the car—you couldn’t help but register all the stimuli around you, effectively reconnecting your consciousness to the world. this includes the ruffles of leehan’s clothes as he stands up and the fading of his footsteps as he opens the door to a room, prompting a series of noises from within, before the footsteps are fading back in until they cease right next to you.

the shuffles are heard again as he sits down, then the light sound of bottles hitting the floor. you furrow your eyebrows, finally opening your eyes just in time to see leehan place a soaked cotton pad on your face.

leehan immediately smiles when he meets your gaze, and he wordlessly prompts you to close your eyes so he can place two cotton pads on them. you do so without a fight, though your insides are practically fighting.

“let me know if i’m too rough,” he says, then begins swiping a cotton pad across your skin. he lets the ones on your eyes sit for just a little longer before he gently wipes off your eye makeup. “i’m sorry,” he lets out meekly when he has to apply more pressure on a stubborn area.

you remain silent the entire time, but you open your eyes again when you feel a warm towel on your face. he meets your eyes and smiles, as softly as how he’s dabbing the towel on your skin, wiping away the residue of your makeup remover. he does this a few times; washing the towel in the bowl of water and squeezing out the excess; and you keep your eyes on him all the while.

when he thinks he’s successfully cleaned your makeup, he adjusts his position, ready to stand up, but your voice immediately halts him.

“leehan,” you call, quiet and almost vulnerable.

he places your skincare back on the floor and faces you completely. “yeah?” he responds, round eyes staring at you softly… and fondly.

“you just took off my makeup,” you state matter-of-factly, ignoring your astute observation which has only added to the whirlwind inside you.

leehan blinks, then nods. “did i do it wrong?” he asks. “but i did it like this last time too… and the youtube videos….” he trails off, talking more to himself than anything.

“leehan,” you begin, your eyebrows furrowing. “do you do this for your other friends?”

he looks almost scandalized at your question. “no?” he lets out in incredulity. “you know i only do this for you.”

recollections of all the times you had been drunk and all the times he had taken care of you without any complaints, including taking off your makeup, flash across your head.

you suck in a sharp breath, looking him in the eyes directly. “then why?”

leehan tilts his head. “what do you mean?”

you avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too seen by him. silence encompasses you for a while and he allows it, waiting for you but not urging you—it’s little things like this that made you realise you never stood a chance against the line that threatens to be crossed in your friendship.

you hope he feels the same when you ask, “why did you reject me?”

the air feels heavy when you drop the question, and the silence that follows is even more so. you don’t dare to look at him, especially after the prolonged hesitance from him. still, you wait, even though you’re already close to withering inside. but when he finally speaks, the last bit of hope you’ve futilely held onto escapes like a droplet of water from a broken pipe.

“you’re drunk,” he says, but he instantly realises the gravity of his words when he sees the way you falter, the way he can hear a crack from you—and he feels himself shatter as well.

“no, y/n, i didn’t mean it like that,” he coaxes, getting up on his knees and placing a hand on your arm when you turn away from him.

“what other meaning is there?”

he pats your arm, prompting you to turn around. “look at me, y/n, please,” his tone is so sincere that you waver, glancing back at him.

“i’m not saying you’re drunk because i’m trying to dismiss what you said,” he says firmly, needing to be as clear as possible. “but because it’s just not right for me to accept any gesture like that in your state,” he starts, then adds softly; hesitantly, “as much as i wanted to.”

the tears prickling at your eyes had been so close to falling until you caught what he said at the end. suddenly, your tears are gone and all you’re left with is confusion.

“hold on,” you turn to face him fully, momentarily surprised by the lack of proximity between you before you focus again. “did i hear that correctly?”

leehan’s ears turn an evident cerise, but he doesn’t move his eyes that are blinking up at you roundly. “i don’t want to talk about this when you’re drunk,” he laments, almost petulantly.

“i’m not drunk,” you refute firmly, and while you know it’s not entirely false, you also know your best friend wouldn’t fall for it.

“i’d rather spill my heart out when you’re not seconds away from passing out.” he attempts a joke, one corner of his lips quirking weakly, even though he feels like his heart is actually about to spill out his chest with the way it’s rattling his rib cage in anxiety.

you don’t have the energy to entertain him, so you remain tight-lipped as you stare at him.

leehan breathes out, deflating as he opens his mouth again. “instead,” he says, all traces of playfulness gone. “please… remember this moment.” he looks at you through his lashes, suddenly seeming so small, and his tone is too solemn, too desperate. “i’m not sure if i can handle another seven years.”

a/n. i just wanted to write abt leehan taking off ur makeup when ure drunk idk why it turned into a word vomit 😭 but i hope it was enjoyable to read!

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[ihangelic]

NICE GUY ꒱ h.taesan

synopsis. taesan climbs through your window bloody and injured, yet all he’s wanting is to know you’re okay pair. taesan x gn!reader genre. angst to fluff (hurt/comfort), bff’s to lovers warnings. ‘unrequited’ to requited love, crying, mentioned ex, protective!taesan, injury/blood, kissing, reader wears mascara, taesan calls reader ‘pretty’, reader lives with parents wc. 1.5k

𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note. woke up this morning with an empty google doc and the need for angst. came up with this and i actually really like it!

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crying in your bed isn’t how you planned to spend your saturday night, but when you heard that your ex boyfriend was going around talking shit about you— you didn’t really have the ability to do anything else.

just an hour ago you were getting ready to go to a party, your best friend taesan already in his car to come pick you up and accompany you (as always).

of course you had to get the text just as you were putting on your mascara; a friend of yours texting you that they’re already at said party— but so is your ex. they went on to tell you everything your ex said to his group of friends, yet he spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear; that he wasn’t ever really into you, that he was bored and you seemed ‘easy to get’, that he decided to drop you once you got too annoying.

after that your eyes quickly filled with tears from the humiliation that curved your shoulders, quickly texting taesan that you weren’t going to the party anymore.

he sent you a few confused texts asking ‘what’ and ‘why’ and ‘you wanna do something, just the two of us instead?’. when you didn’t answer, not able to find the energy, he started calling. after the third ring, the small flood of notifications stopped, a few minutes passing before you received one more text from taesan.

it simply read; ‘i heard. i’ll be over in a bit’.

and now you’re here; mascara running in your going-out outfit that’s going to waste as you wait to hear taesan’s car pull up in your driveway.

it’s not like you were ever that attached to your ex. it was a short, unserious relationship; one that you got into because he pursued you first and you thought he was a nice guy. but the more time you spent with him, the more you realized why you were really with him—

for a distraction.

feelings you’d been swallowing down for years, butterflies you refused to acknowledge were in your stomach— not for your ex, but your best friend.

it’s funny how the human mind works, how you can shut things out and lie to yourself until you genuinely believe it, all while your heart knows. it always knows who it really belongs to. and you hate it. you hate how as you’re lying in your bed crying, you’re unsure of what you’re really crying about; the mean words your nobody of an ex said? or is it because the one person you want is constantly by your side, yet not in the way that you want?

a knock at your window has you flinching, lifting your head to see the darkened image of taesan crouched on your roof.

this occurrence isn’t uncommon, but it has you worried every time as you hurry to get up and open your window.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you start scolding before he even steps his first foot inside, voice more harsh than needed as your emotions confuse you. “would it kill you to just use the front door for once?”

“i didn’t want to wake your parents up.” taesan says while looking down, jumping off the window’s ledge and landing on his two feet.

in the soft yellow lamp-light of your bedroom, he finally looks up— and your eyes roam over each other’s faces; taesan’s eyes hardening at your obvious tear streaks, mascara darkening the bottom of your eyes; while your heart drops into the pit of your stomach when you see a bruise already forming on the high of his cheek bone and a split on the far side of his lip.

“…what the fuck did you do?” you ask, voice coming out somewhat whispered and a little rough from your crying.

taesan looks as though he doesn’t even hear you, deep brown eyes still roaming over your features. you hate how you feel your cheeks start to heat up at the tender look of concern— and you hate it even more when his hand slowly lifts to your cheek, almost like he’s cupping your face if it weren’t for how ghostly his touch is— before his thumb starts rubbing off the grey tear stains.

your heart thumps in your chest at the action and you sniff, turning your face away from his touch so you could much more roughly wipe at your own cheeks.

“taesan, answer me.”

“got in a fight.” he answers vaguely, eyes avoiding your demanding ones as he tries to dab some of the blood onto his bent wrist instead, causing you to then notice his bruised knuckles.

“…with him?” you ask, your voice piercing the quiet between you, an odd tension— because you’re not stupid. you can put two and two together that he must have driven to the party without you to confront your ex. you can only imagine the scene it must have caused, but you honestly should have expected it. taesan has always been one to have a short fuse when it comes to how others treat you.

the butterflies that have made home in your stomach seem to want to make sure you haven’t forgotten their presence, fluttering around in a sudden burst and making you feel a little sick.

“he deserved it. he deserves more.” taesan utters, voice dark as he mentions ‘him’.

“but you got hurt in the process.” you say sternly, with a little bite as you take hold of his uninjured hand to lead him to your connected bathroom.

he sits on the ledge of the tub when the warmth of your palm leaves his, watching as you open the cabinet and pull out a washcloth.

“you should’ve seen him though.” taesan jokes, your eyes looking up to glance at his smile through the mirror before he hisses at the sting of his lips being stretched.

“i wish i could have, actually.” you softly admit, and taesan’s happy to see the corners of your mouth turn up a bit.

running the cloth under cold water, you wring it out before folding it and coming face to face with taesan, the boy only having to lift his chin slightly to compensate.

your brows furrow as you gently dab up the blood on his lip, careful with the open wound.

in your concentration you don’t notice how taesan’s soft eyes continue to take you in until he speaks up again— the surprising reverency of his tone, uttered so closely to your face, sending goosebumps across your skin.

“you look really pretty.”

your ministrations pause, eyes moving from his plump lips to his gaze— which you’re too frazzled to think about what emotion they’re holding.

you try to laugh it off, awkward and airy as you shake your head with a little smile. “please. i look like a mess. i have raccoon eyes.”

“no,” taesan disagrees gently. “looks cool, like grunge-y smudged eyeliner.”

you huff through your nose, still smiling as you remove the washcloth from his mouth, rinsing off the blood under the open faucet. once it’s all clean, damp with cold water and neatly folded, you raise your hand with the intention of holding it to his lip again to prevent swelling— but taesan stops you with his fingers curling around your wrist, lowering it so it doesn’t obscure his view of your face.

“i can’t stand knowing you were crying over him— hurt because of him…”

his confession, once again whispered while you swear his eyes glance down to your lips before connecting back with your stare— it has your confusing emotions rousing all over again, like you're scrambling to hold the pieces of your heart together before they can even break, bracing for impact.

“m’ hurt because of you.” you mumble without thinking, eyes widening in panic when you realize the words you just said out loud.

“what?” taesan asks, bewildered yet desperately wanting to understand.

you attempt to escape his hold on your wrist and run like a coward from the situation— from your feelings; but taesan doesn’t let you, standing up and pulling you captive into his arms.

“don’t make me wait anymore.” he pleads, breath fanning against your face as the proximity between you has lessened even more. “say what’s on your mind.”

and suddenly there’s nothing; everything in your head quiets except for the beat of your heart and a voice that tells you to lean into his lips. and so you do, the magnetic pull of taesan’s eyes helping you inch closer, meeting you halfway until the warm press of his skin is against yours.

the moment you touch, it’s like you’re both breathing in your first breath of life, ribs expanding before sighing and melting deeper into each other’s arms. taesan’s kiss is so wanting, yet careful— as though you’re the one with an injury.

your hands grab onto taesan’s shirt as if to confirm this is real— real enough to feel between your fingers. his arm wraps more firmly around the curve of your spine while his other hand cups your cheek, and it’s like you fit together perfectly.

when you part, taesan’s eyes still have that magnetic energy— unable to look away from his gaze that’s now completely ungaurded, more open than you’ve ever seen him before.

“say it…” he yearns, warm palm still holding your cheek— and suddenly it’s like words are easy.

“i love you.”

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i can totally see taesan teasing you, simply for his own satisfaction because he loves seeing you flustered. Just something about the way darling slips off his tongue is so satisfying, though you seem annoyed whenever he calls you it you can’t help but silently beg he says it more. The drill is usually the same: You two are somewhere quiet and calm, like over his apartment watching a movie. He’ll slip an arm over your shoulder, gently moving you against his chest. His other hand finds your chin, tilting it upwards so that your lips are mere inches apart. And in his raspy, quiet voice he’ll tell you his hearts’ strongest feelings.

“you know I adore you, darling.”

which is why it takes you by complete surprise when you hear your special name in a completely different setting. Taesan’s friends decide to get together one night, gaming to their hearts content. Naturally you figured he’d want to spend some time alone with the guys, particularly because you were both aware of their habits to tease even the slightest sight of affection from one of you. But when Taesan stops you just as you’re about to head home, tugging at the sleeve of your shirt. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear, and when he repeats himself you finally view the faint blush on his cheeks. “i want you to stay.” How could you ever refuse?

you say your hello’s when the boys arrive, opting to make a separate space for yourself to let them have their fun, but taesan’s quick to catch you withdrawing. He takes your hand gently and guides you to the space beside him, ultimately squeezing jaehyun out of his spot on the couch. jaehyun watches this gesture with a questionable look, before chuckling under his breath. “excuse me for getting in the way of true love.” Normally Taesan would make some whitty remark, teasing him for not having a girlfriend of his own, yet he just relishes in the feeling of being next to you this time, leading you to answer the other boy with a shrug.

After hours of laughter and never-ending conversations, leehan suggests running to the store to grab something to eat. You catch the way your boyfriend hesitates, a lingering hand resting on your thigh, but the peer pressure from his friends gets the best of him as they head towards the door. He looks at you, and you swear he’s almost pouting, before he stands up and leans his face above yours. “I’ll be back soon, okay darling?” Your eyes widen, as he flashes you his most dashing smile. He pecks you on your lips before catching up to his friends, who begin cooing at the poor boy for simply loving you so much.

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[mountaesan]

chicken-less dreams ; m. jaehyun

pairing. drunk!jaehyun x fem!reader genre. fluff , est. relationship synopsis. your boyfriend’s drunk antics are often loud and chaotic, but they also remind you why he’s your favorite kind of trouble word count. 1.7k warnings. mentions of alcohol (but no actual drinking) , stripping in a non-sexual context ? , kissing , jaehyun is very drunk and very in love but so is reader playlist. you are in love by taylor swift , ribs by lorde notes. i actually had literally no idea what to title this… so ‘chicken-less dreams’ it is ! unless i can think of another title 😭

riwoo: 911 riwoo: emergency emergency

you: ????

riwoo: your man’s shitfaced and refuses to go home

you: i’ll be there in 15

riwoo: plz hurry he’s about to sing bigbang’s haru haru

You could spot your boyfriend from a mile away. Your eyes were immediately drawn towards him—the way he held onto a metal spoon as if it were a lifeline, singing into it with unbridled passion like it was a microphone. You folded your arms, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you watched from a distance. Jaehyun stood in the middle of the bar, belting out the melancholic lyrics of BIGBANG’s ‘Haru Haru’, accompanied by his dramatic and melancholic acting. Despite sitting at the same table, his friends were looking away, as if embarrassed to be associated with his drunk singing. 

You caught Sungho’s gaze and he gestured to you to come over to save them all. Despite being embarrassed, he also seemed to enjoy the situation with the way his eyes sparkled with a small smile. With a small resigned shake of your head, you made your way towards their table, weaving through a throng of bodies.

Snatching the spoon from Jaehyun mid-chorus earned you a dramatic gasp and a look of wounded betrayal. “Hey! I wasn’ done!” he protested, but the moment his bleary eyes focused on you, his face lit up and he threw his outstretched arms around you. “My girlfriend! It’s my girlfriend, guys!” 

He turned to the rest of the bar, raising his voice to a volume only a drunken Jaehyun could manage. “My girlfriend came to pick me up! Suckers!”

You wrinkled your nose at the overpowering scent of alcohol wafting off of him. “How much did you guys give him to drink?” you asked the guys as you tried your best to dodge Jaehyun’s drunk kisses. 

The boys shrugged in unison. 

“Uh,” Riwoo started, scratching the back of his head. “It started with one, but then he promised to not sing if he had more, but as you can tell…” he gestured to the spoon Jaehyun had just used as a microphone. “So… yeah, this is on us. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed, already resigned to your fate. “I’ll take him home now. Thanks guys.” 

You nodded at your boyfriend’s friends and tugged on said boyfriend, only to find that he had somehow slouched into a near-horizontal position on the couch, looking suspiciously comfortable. Muttering under your breath, you tugged on his arm. You became highly suspicious that he would actually die if your attention wasn’t on him at all times, like he often argued. “God, this kid.”

With Taesan and Leehan’s help, you were able to load Jaehyun into the passenger seat of your car. He slumped against the window, lips smacking loudly together. “Nono… I needa sing one more song…”

“Babe, one more song and you would’ve been blacklisted from that bar for life,” you chuckled, starting the car. The engine roared to life and you backed out of the busy parking lot. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Jaehyun didn’t protest and the quiet hum of the car engine soon lulled him to sleep.

Getting Jaehyun into the house was a battle of endurance and patience. Juggling keys, fumbling in the dark, and supporting the dead weight of a half-conscious boyfriend clinging to you was more than exhausting.

“Please let this be the one,” you whispered, trying yet another key. When the lock finally clicked, you let out a loud sigh of relief. “Thank you,” you murmured to the heavens, tugging Jaehyun through the doorway as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “C’mon.”

“Don’t wanna…” he mumbled, and his warm breath sent a slight shiver down your spine. “I gots to finish my performance…”

Somehow, you managed to guide him to the couch, where he collapsed in a heap. He sprawled out, stretching out his limbs in all directions. Brushing a strand of hair from his face, you observed how the pale moonlight streaming through the window highlighted the sparkle in his eyes.

“Alright, Mariah Carey. Let’s get you ready for bed. Even a diva needs to sleep, no?” you said gently, stroking his hair. “Did you drink any water?”

Jaehyun shook his head with a small pout.

When you straightened up to fetch him some, his hand shot out, grasping your wrist tightly. “Where’rr you going?” he slurred, looking up at you like a lost puppy. “Please don’ go…”

“I’m just grabbing you water, baby.”

“Nono…” he said firmly, shaking his head as if the thought of you leaving him for a second was unbearable. “I’m goin’ with you. It’s dangerous outthere.” 

“Oh, really? What kind of dangers?” you asked, amused.

He leaned in, wide-eyed, and whispered gravely, “... Chickens.” 

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing. “Okay, okay. You can protect me from the chickens, Myung Jaehyun.”

What could’ve been a 30 second trip to the kitchen turned into a 10 minute ordeal. He clung to you like a koala, stumbling along as you poured water into a glass. Perched on the counter, he sipped reluctantly while you stroked his hair, murmuring soothing words.

“Nomo…” (translation: "no more…")

“No, you’ve gotta finish everything, Jae,” you responded firmly. Your boyfriend huffed with a dramatic roll of his eyes but nonetheless complied. “Good boy,” you patted his cheek affectionately once he finished the entire cup of water and Jaehyun beamed at your praise.

When you wiped his face with a cloth, he grinned lazily, leaning into your touch. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips. 

Jaehyun’s eyes flew open at the contact and he stared at you in shock. You burst into laughter at his reaction and brushed your fingers through his hair. “What, never been kissed by a girl before?” you asked jokingly. 

“Not by a pretty one,” Jaehyun whispered and you laughed again. “Not funny!”

“Is too,” you teased. Tucking your arms under Jaehyun’s arms, you hugged him tightly and you rested your head atop his shoulder. “I love you, Jaehyun.”

All you got was a quiet “Whoa” in response. 

You managed to get him to the bedroom, but Jaehyun’s antics still weren’t over. When you tried to pull his shirt off to help him change, he recoiled dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest like a scandalized debutante. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I’m sure you’re a very nice lady, but I have a girlfriend!” he protested, wagging an accusatory finger at you. “She doesn’t like it when I talk to other girls. Especially ones who—who try to take my clothes off! Like you! Perv!”

You watched with an amused smile, your hands resting on your hips as Jaehyun retreated further into his bed, distancing himself from you. 

“And I love my girlfriend! Sorry not sorry, but I’m not for the huzz,” he waved his hand dismissively. 

“Jae, I am your girlfriend,” you insisted but Jaehyun wasn’t having it. He shook his head with vigor.

“No thank you lady, I’m not interested.” 

With a sigh, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It’s me, Jae,” you spoke softly, watching as his cheeks turned pink.

“Ohh… hi baby,” he whispered sheepishly.

Thankfully, getting Jaehyun into bed afterwards wasn’t too difficult, his protests reduced to sleepy murmurs. Once he was settled, you took a moment to ensure he was comfortable and you brushed a stray strand of hair from his face.

You slid under the covers beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. Jaehyun was sprawled across the bed in an ungraceful manner, one arm flung over his face and the other clutching the blanket like a child with a security toy. His lips moved faintly, forming incoherent words as he teetered on the edge of consciousness.

Carefully, you reached out and placed your hand on his cheek, the warmth of his skin grounding you. He stirred at your touch, his eyes cracking open just enough to reveal the sleepy gaze within them. A slow smile crept across his face: lopsided and utterly endearing.

“Hi…” he mumbled, the word drawn out and soft. 

“Hey,” you whispered back, your thumb brushing against the curve of his cheekbone in a slow, soothing motion.

Jaehyun’s brows knitted together, his drunken thoughts forming an odd jumble of words. “Y’know… you’re really, really pretty. Like… unfairly pretty. Like… if there was a… a contest or somethin’, I think you’d win. Every time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh quietly at his rambling. “You’re too sweet.”

“No, no, no,” he insisted, his voice muffled as he turned his face slightly into your palm, pressing his lips against your skin. “It’s true. You’re, like… the queen of… uh… the stars? Yeah, like a star queen. Like, Dairy Queen but instead of queen of dairy, you’re the queen of stars.”

“A star queen?” you repeated, amused, leaning closer until your noses were almost touching.

“Yeah,” he murmured, his words slurring together. “And… and I’m just some guy… but you picked me anyway. Like what?” He blinked sluggishly, his expression a mixture of wonder and disbelief. 

You chuckled softly, your fingertips tracing the edge of his jaw. “You’re not just ‘some guy,’ Jae. You’re my guy. My favorite guy.”

That earned a pleased hum from him, his eyes fluttering shut as he melted further into your touch. “Mmm… your guy. I like that. Sounds nice. Sounds… cozy.”

“Cozy?” you echoed, your lips twitching into a smile.

“Yeah,” he murmured, barely audible now. “Like… blankets… or hot chocolate…” He paused, letting out a soft sigh. “Or… you. I think you’re cozy too.

You leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to his forehead. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Y’know what’s ridic..ous?” he mumbled, his voice trailing off as sleep began to claim him. “How much ‘m love with… y... and… ch… chi…”

You stayed there for a while, watching his breathing even out as he sank into peaceful slumber. Your hand never left his face, your thumb continuing its gentle strokes along his cheek. His skin was warm beneath your touch, a quiet reminder of his presence, his love. 

Nestled beside him, you whispered, “I love you, too, Jaehyun. So much.”

Although he was asleep, his lips curved into the faintest of smiles, as if somewhere in his chicken-less dreams, he had heard you. 

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[blue-jisungs]

[ 🏡 ] being their girl next door

# author’s note … can’t believe this took me so long bye

# genre … fluffy scenarios of how would bonedo act as your neighbors! some member's parts are shorter, sorry :( non established realtionship, non idol

# word count … 1241, around 200 per member

# net ... @onedoornet

┆彡 JAEHYUN [ 재현 ]

he’s literally like a puppy <\3

the second he heard / saw that someone was moving in, he was planning how to greet his new neighbor!!

calling all his friends to greet you with a small basket of goodies

and his jaw just drops when he sees you open the door, sungho has to nudge him

boy is IN LOVE

he sits on his porch all day and springs to his feet the second he sees you to talk n chat

as i said, puppy.

and his energy is just so contagious that you can’t help but be around him

and before you can realize you’re hanging out with his friends, baking pies with his mom, helping other neighbors…

because he’s *the* boy, everyone in the neighborhood knows him because he says hi to everyone and offers help

so he’ll be at your doorstep 9am sharp on a lazy sunday, dragging you by your arm, to go and help that one older lady with her garden

but you don’t complain, not only you get to hang out with him (and stare at his pretty face~) but also some fresh fruit from the lady once you’re done

┆彡 SUNGHO [ 성호 ]

to be fair he was too shy to go greet you but your cats had other plans

simba snuck out once and sungho started panicking, desperate to find him

so he came knocking at your door, panic all over his face

"oh, so that’s your cat!" you grinned and welcomed him inside and sungho saw simba playing with your cat

and obviously you start talking about them, you offer him something to drink, you take pics of them, you exchange numbers… you learn he’s literally the boy next door

and he’s so shocked when he leaves nearly at midnight, with a small pang in his heart

he uses simba as an excuse to hang out with you more <\\3

and even if he doesn’t come w him he’s like "yeah he was sleeping so i didn’t want to wake him up.. don’t tell him i visited you alone, though"

atp he’s visiting you everyday, you can just tear a wall down bc this man is basically living at your place

┆彡 TAESAN [ 태산 ]

taesan simply acknowledged you, too busy to greet you and then two moths went by so it was too late to greet you in the neighborhood…

he lived on the same floor, practically door to door so you often stumbled upon each other in the mornings while leaving

he knew you and would say hi every time you passed each other or have a small talk in the lift

but once when he invited his friends over and was making some cookies, he ran out of sugar

so he decided to do it the lazy way (and also talk to a pretty girl) and ask you if you could lend him some

and he was so so surprised when you opened the door and he heard the sounds of nirvana in the background

you started chatting about the band and then about music in general

(he didn’t even notice when his friends arrived and saw you two talking in your doorway)

and taesan left, completely forgetting about the sugar

ever since, he found himself hearing faint sound of music - and whenever he heard his favorite, he couldn’t help but go and knock at your door to talk about it

overtime you two exchanged numbers and sent each other playlist

even though he’s still fishing courage for it, he decided he’ll ask you for a date: maybe listening to music together <3

┆彡 LEEHAN [ 이한 ]

ahhh leehan my beloved 😭

donghyun wasn’t really aware that someone moved next to him… yknow, spending his time inside with his fish…

so when one morning his mom nagged him to throw the trash out and he did that in his oversized tshirt with nemo and fish boxers…

and then he heard

"nice outfit, neighbor!"

his body literally froze

he could feel blood rising to his face and he saw you, tanning on the front yard

he quickly connected the dots (especially when his mom said "you should talk to that sweet girl next door")

but he was so embarrassed that he only muttered a hi and ran back inside

and honestly, if it wasn’t for his mom inviting you over all the time… he’d never talk to you

but you stroke a conversation and never mentioned his fishy (lmao) outfit before

and donghyun gradually started opening up to you, growing more attached

he even showed you his fish!! and he runs to you everytime there’s a new member of his small family to show them off to you

(at this point you both wait excitedly for his mail)

and when you asked him to go with you to an aquarium, he thought he’ll faint on spot (and also, quite missed the fact that you asked him on a date but,,, he’s just a little clueless… ^_^)

┆彡 RIWOO [ 리우 ]

riwoo is completely normal about doughnuts right. right…?

so he was absolutely completely normal ordinary acting when in the same day he moved in, there was a cute girl welcoming him…

… and holding a box with donuts

"sorry but i didn’t know what else to grab. welcome to our neighborhood!" you grinned

he was sold.

you chatted for a while, he made you coffee n you exchanged numbers!

and only when you said goodbye, he came up with a good reason to ask you out

so the next day you got a text saying "hey, do you perhaps know good places in town with donuts? do you wanna go with me and test them?"

and obviously you agreed~~~

you obviously couldn’t go to all the places so it became a thing you did at least once a week

or whoever one of you had some left over donuts at home, you’d go visit your neighbor and chat

(by the way he’s always down for the tea like what do you mean that old hag down the hallway yelled at you!!!)

┆彡 WOONHAK [ 운학 ]

woonhak, as the youngest, was sent to invitation duty as soon as the new girl moved in next door

and the moment you opened the door, he was WHIPPED

he greeted you n gave u a basket full of sweets and offered to help you with unpacking

and before you realized he was writing down your number and promising you to show you around

there’s no dull moment with him !!!

because he’s your neighbor you often ignore the loud screams and cheers coming from his apartment

you were a little lonely and jealous of how much fun he and his friends had on daily basis :(

and woonhagi being the angel he is, decided to invite you over one day for a game night

so you met his friends (who exchanged suspicious looks when you n woonhak hugged as a greeting)

you’re basically roommates at this point, he’s always coming by n so are you

or doing sleepless nights you text him that you’ll by at his place in 5

and he already prepares snacks n board games

i wouldn’t be surprised if u exchanged ur house keys atp

you also two often meet for study dates as well

sometimes you hear him singing through your walls lmao 🥹

and whenever you compliment his talent, he’s a shy mess

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua

[taesanluv3r]

just a sleepless night.

han taesan x reader

a sleepless night w taesan & yn, making up scenarios, taesan has baby fever lol thought of this while reading through taesan's weverse replies last night <3 lowercase is intended. pls ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes! enjoyy

wc: 1,174

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"psst...hey...darling, you awake?"

yn ln shifts under the covers, turning over to face the boy who was whispering into her ear. "yeah...what's up?" she asks, voice just as quiet. "nothing...i just can't sleep, and since you're moving around so much i just assumed you couldn't either" han taesan says, smiling softly as his girlfriend's face came into view, her features clear to his eyes thanks to the hint of light that escaped from the crack of her bathroom door - she couldn't sleep in full darkness, not that she could sleep right now anyways.

yn hummed, scooting closer to him. "yeah...can't sleep...what should we do?" she asks, a hand reaching out to stroke the blonde-ish strands out of his face. "we could just...talk? i don't know" taesan's voice is breathy, with a slight rasp - being that they were so late into the night. "yeah, let's do that" she replied, her fingers still dancing in his hair. "what do you want to talk about, sanie?"

the boy grunted slightly as he moved to lay fully on his back, prompting her to do the same just centimeters beside him. they stared up at the ceiling now, unconsciously giggling at the unevenly placed glow in the dark stars that scattered against it.

"why do you even have these stars up? they barely glow" he says, head tilting to the side, pressing up against hers. "i begged my dad to put them up there when i was like six years old...i just can't reach high enough to take them down" her eyes glisten with the fondness of her childhood memories, dimples seeping into her skin as she smiled.

"were you always afraid of the dark?" taesan moved again, laying on his side to face her; she still laid on her back. yn nods, "mhm...it was worse as a kid though...my parents took turns staying with me till i fell asleep so i wouldn't be scared" the boy sighs, "and now i'm the one doing that for you" she rolls her eyes, "hey, you're only staying over here because my parents are gone for a week, okay?!" she scoffs, jokingly slapping his chest. "otherwise i wouldn't have to be sharing my bed with a giant like you" - "well you wouldn't be if you weren't so scared of being alone!"

silence took over for a moment.

"later...in the future, when we have a daughter..." the boy starts, prolonging his words out of sudden shyness. "mhm..." the girl follows, turning her gaze towards him and signalling for him to continue. "...i wonder what she'll be like..." he trails off, head going to space. yn giggles, "nothing like when you were a kid, i hope".

taesan shoots her a nasty glare, one she could only sort of see with the lack of a brighter light present. "but you know what they say, darling...the daughter is always the most similar to her dad" his voice is shaky as he speaks while stretching his arms out, wrapping them around her body and pulling her towards his chest. "that's true...i mean i'm practically just a mini version of my dad...shit...still, hope she's less of a handful than you were, though" the boy laughs, pressing a kiss to the girl's head. she smiles at him, drawing mindless shapes against the thin cloth of his t-shirt.

"any name ideas? you know, for our beloved daughter" he raised an eyebrow, and she nods enthusiastically - well, as enthusiastic as she could be at this hour. "i really love the name vivienne" taesan's eyes sparkled, "oh, i like that...han vivienne..." yn blushed at his words. she's imagined all kinds of stuff like this before, but the fact that he was just as into it as she were made her stomach turn and heart pound out of her chest.

"you okay?" the boy's sudden inquiry takes her by surprise. "yeah, why?" he just smirks, leaning over so that his eyes were leveled with her own. "nothing...i just, i could feel your heart beating just now...is it this conversation? does it make your heart race?" something about the way he spoke; so taunting, yet there was a hint of genuine concern laced within his teasing tone. yn gulps, "yeah, honestly..." she pauses, thinking of what to say, but he speaks for her.

"yeah, me too"

taesan laid on his back again for the nth time, scratching the back of his head before it made contact with her soft pillow. "i can't wait to meet our daughter...our vivienne...hope she looks like me" yn laughed at the excitement evident in his complexion as she moved to lay against his chest again. "it'd be kind of weird if she didn't look like you, sanie...i mean you are her father" he chuckles, nodding his head in agreement.

"we won't be meeting her any time soon, though...so don't get your hopes up - we can wait till after i finish uni...maybe" he pouts, "what do you mean maybe? do you not want to have a little family with me?" she rolls her eyes at his dramatics, playfully pinching his nose the way her mother used to when she was a kid. "ow! that hurt" taesan whines and it makes her wonder, why on earth she was dating a giant baby?

"you're so mean to me, darling...can't you kiss the pain away?" the boy has on a wide smirk now, laughing at the look of disbelief on her face. "you're so annoying...how do you expect to have a kid when you still act like one?" he rolls his eyes, pulling her up and closer by her waist. "i promise to stop if you kiss me"

who was she to say no to that?

the girl leans in, her lips crashing softly onto his. the boy's hands roam around her back, scrunching up the fabric of her t-shirt. they parted for a second, just to catch their breaths. "you promise to stay with me, right? till the day we get married, till the day we meet our vivienne?" she's confused as to why he was getting so incredibly sappy and loving at the moment, but she would be lying if she said she didn't like it. "hurry up and promise me, i need to know before we start kissing again" he whines, hands remaining stationed on her hips. she smiles, "i promise"

han taesan grins with his teeth and all, pulling her back into his embrace as their mouths looked for each other's. the silence of the room at this hour was replaced by the happy sighs that escaped from their kiss. they were happy to be here, they were glad they couldn't sleep that night. as the kiss got deeper and more passionate, yn ln suddenly lets go with her eyebrows furrowed.

"what's wrong, darling?" he asked, seriously worried. she just shook her head, giggling softly. "nothing...it's just..." she trails off, amused by the horrified look on his face.

"what if we end up having a son?"

...

"let's just hope we don't cause that kid's definitely gonna be a handful"

the end.

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i want girl dad taesan 💔💔💔💔💔 im not ready for taesan & hakie content w kids again im too unwell and crazy for that 💔💔💔 anyways i hope u liked this fic <3 love u always pls send reqs bcs idk what to write anymore 😭 love, kona.

[chewnotchoke]

MAKING OUT WITH LEEHAN THOUGHTS

saw this on tiktok and said 'yup. leehan.'

wc: 302

i like to think leehan kisses you in a way that steals the air from your lungs; slow, deliberate, yet desperate all at once. each brush of his lips is met with a shallow breath, as if he’s savoring the moment before diving back in. his mouth moves in sync with the way his fingers graze your jawline, trailing down to the curve of your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

there’s a thin pause between each kiss, just enough for him to part slightly, to glance at your lips as if committing their shape to memory, before indulging himself all over again. his kisses are mouthy, hungry, filled with a deep, unspoken desire. every time, your pulse stutters, racing in response to the skillful way he moves, to the way his lips demand and devour.

leehan kisses you like he can never get enough, like even having you in his grasp isn’t quite satisfying the ache inside him. it’s urgent, deep, and needy moving in a frantic rhythm that makes you breathless, both in the literal sense and in the realization that this is leehan, kissing you like this. and when you finally break away, gasping for air, he doesn’t let go.

his gaze locks onto yours, intense and searching, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours. he looks at you like he needs you—physically, entirely. his eyes trace the flush on your cheeks, the way your lips glisten, swollen from the passion that lingers between you. and then, without hesitation, he claims your lips once more, as if the mere seconds apart were unbearable.

this time, his kiss is messier, sloppier, dripping with want. every movement is filled with need, with longing. and in that moment, it’s clear:

nothing will ever be enough, not when it comes to you.

[beomev]

𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, lee sanghyeok

리우────𝗂'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗱

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[g4z0oz]

Vow: Kim Leehan

tw: dubcon/noncon, obsession, a hint of violence, fear play, emotional manipulation, yandere behavior, stalking

Leehan, who has known you since kindergarten and promised to always protect you and have his eyes on you. Leehan, was known as a handsome, quiet boy during high school. Leehan, who broke other girl's hearts and boy's bones for you. Leehan, who was the reason why your crush was gone for weeks and actually extinct. Leehan keeps your childhood picture in his wallet and your selfie pictures in between his underwear. Leehan, who always failed to sneak inside your bedroom. He thought every single minute about how he could successfully enter your room because your parents were always available.

Until one day, both of your parents went out of town. You locked your gate and door. You enter your bed earlier. You get paranoid thinking about bad things that could happen to you. As you're about to shut your eyes, you hear a knock on your window. Your heart races wildly, but realizing it is your neighbor, aka your childhood friend, Leehan, you feel relieved. You immediately get up from your bed and open the window for him. Your parents say never opened your window for anyone, even if it's Leehan. But you trust Leehan. He always protects you from being bullied during your high school. He would never do anything towards you, you thought. "I know you're scared because you're alone. I'm here to accompany you." Leehan muttered. His voice, his breath, tickles your neck, lowkey giving you goosebumps. It was stupid of you that you didn't realize you never told him that you were alone. You just nodded at his words as if you got hypnotized by him. You crawl back to your bed and watch Leehan freeze at his place. You hesitated whether to let him sleep on your bed or on the floor. Knowing Leehan is a good friend of yours, he would never do something bad for you, right? You called him to come closer to you. "You can sleep on my bed for these 3 nights."

And that's what Leehan loves about you. You never thought of him in a bad way and always perceived him as an angel who protects you. Leehan smiled; his smile contained thousands of untold thoughts. He gets on your bed and scoots closer to you until you can feel his chest touching your back. It was your first time being this close to anyone. It was your first time to have someone's scent linger around your pajamas. "I'll keep you safe," Leehan whispered. Once again you just nodded. You can't deny that you feel safe with him, but at the same time, your gut feelings tell you the other way around. You shut your eyes close, hoping that you can fall asleep in a few minutes. Leehan, on the other hand, pulled you into his embrace. You're too stunned to speak; therefore, you just froze on your spot. "Is this okay?" "Yeah...yeah. I'm okay."

An evil smirk formed on Leehan's lips. You're naive, and you never change. You're soft and fragile. Your back feels nice on his chest. Those silk pajamas you wear make it worse for him. His dick slightly touches your ass; he knows you noticed it but is way too scared to move. Your sakura's scent makes him turn on even more. As if you know that he loves that scent, you never changed your body wash since high school. His hand slowly traveled underneath your top; your body felt warm. Your warmth doesn't excite him, but your goosebumps do. He knows you pretend to sleep. "Don't worry, sweetheart; I'll keep you safe," Leehan whispered once again as he fidgeted with your tits from behind. You shut your eyes tight, and your lips quivered as you tried not to cry due to fear. You believed Leehan. "I am your protector. You never feel safer than when you're with me." Leehan murmured as his finger went down to your undies He did multiple circle motions at your entrance before he finally entered his middle finger inside you, making you shriek a little. "Keep quiet, baby. You can moan loudly when I'm on top of you soon." Leehan told. His finger slowly thrust inside of you, making you feel a bit of pain and pleasure. You're wet without you knowing, leading you to feel less pain.

He pulled your undies and pants, letting his dick slide into your ass. He thrust inside you from behind, making you yell his name. He didn't stop. His dick and fingers are busy destroying your ass and pussy. Leehan enjoys watching your body bounce sideways; he adores the sounds of wetness from you shoving his fingers inside you. He admires the way your ass and his dick sound, like the applause you get from the audience when you are done performing on an honorable stage. You can't keep quiet anymore. You cry both in agony and pleasure. And maybe in fear too. Your moans got louder at each thrust from Leehan's dick.

"Until your parents finally get home, let me pleasure you."

[hazeytae]

pervy!bnd

♡ perverted thoughts- obviouslyyy, kinda cnc, somno, groping, vouyerism, panty stealing, panty sniffing, in public, exhibitionism

🗒️: btw my hard thoughts are open!! send in hard thoughts for bnd :3 or fluffy thoughts too! i wanna hear everyones thoughts 🙊 SEND IN ASKSSSSS ASAP! id like to get anons too if u like my writing :)

sungho.

pervy!sungho who whenever he sees you wear short shorts and a tank top with no bra he literally goes feral. the sight of your boobs bouncing with each step and your ass threatening to fall out your shorts- he feels so bad! youre in this innocent outfit but he cant help the impure thoughts flooding his head. when your doing the dishes and he cant stop watching how your tits jiggle when you move your arms, he has to use a pillow to hide his growing boner or maybe even take a trip to the restroom to sort himself out. he doesnt even want you going out in public wearing shorts! let alone a low cut shirt? and it may sound controlling but its just the way your ass spills out those shorts he cant let anyone else seeing that. "where are you going dressed like that?" kinda guy

riwoo.

pervy!riwoo who feels sooo terrible but whenever you wear a loose off the shoulder shirt n bend over he cant help but steal a look down your shirt. he feels so bad, he knows he shouldnt be looking but he swears he cant help it! poor boy cant help the perverted thoughts that come into his mind- but he swears hes not a pervert. when your peacefully sleeping and your off the shoulder shirt slightly slides down and practically your whole breast is out- he feels awful. should he fix your shirt for you? he knows he should out of respect- but instead he needs to cop a feel :( cupping your titty and feeling your hardened nipple with his fingers he almost cums in his pants right then and there. your whimpering kinda scares him- hes worried you woke up and he got caught but thankfully for riwoo your still asleep. your whimpers got him closer to cumming in his pants than ever- and he has to resort to humping your thigh.

jaehyun.

pervy!jaehyun whos a panty stealer andd sniffer...!! he feels so gross but he makes excuses for himself, trying to convince himself its not perverted or weird! youre soo confused when your favorite pair of panties mysteriously goes missing, you swore you put them in the laundry and they shouldve been washed by now! but nope, you were wrong, jaehyun had taken your used panties out the laundry hamper :( he knows its perverted as he sniffs your panties while fisting his cock- or wrapping your panties around his cock feeling the fabric cumming all over your panties n soiling them. he ends up keeping them in his side drawer and thats rxactly where you find them! youre so confused as to why jaehyun had them in his side drawer- until you feel his cum on your panties.

taesan.

pervy!taesan whos a littleee bit more lowkey with his perverted tendencies. but! that spare key to your apartment does him wonders. he was just gonna stop by to see you- nothing perverted about it! but the second he opened that apartment door and he heard your sweet honey-like moans coming from your bedroom he couldnt stop the tent growing in his pants. he crept up to your room- too scared to push the door even slightly open, but he eventually gets over it when your moans become louder. you dont notice the sound of the door creeping slightly open because of the loud buzz of your vibrator and the loud sounds of your wetness on the dildo. taesan cums in his pants the second he sees this- which is such a hit to his ego! but how can he help it when your spread wide open with the prettiest sounds? you dont even know hes there and that somehow makes it better for him. he shouldnt be watching you and hes fully aware that he should probably walk away or at least look away- but he cant. youre just way too gorgeous and he cant miss out on this.

leehan.

pervy!leehan who cant keep his hands off you... he has a bittt of a problem of always trying to touch you in public ! walking through the mall and he has his hand in your back pocket- might be something people see as romantic but hes literally groping your ass right now. sitting at a booth having lunch together and he cant stop himself from touching you under the table. every second of the day he finds his hand somewhere near your clit, rubbing it gently across the table from you. pulling you right into the dressing room and hes flipping your skirt up to admire your pussy before eating you out. rubbing his fingers across your folds while you look through racks of clothes. he knows its weird, he knows it is literally indecency- but how could he keep his hands off of you when you look so good and your pussy is always so wet and welcoming for him?

[blissfullsvn]

if i say, i love you

summary. after a long day, all you really want is to be in taesan’s arms.

pairing. han taesan x reader genre. fluff, established relationship word count. 0.9k warnings. n/a a/n. fun fact: this wasn’t the original taesan fic i wanted to post for his bday bcs stms it’s easier to write sth in 3 hrs than finish a draft you’ve had for the past 5 months 👩‍🦯 but as always, please enjoy this, and i hope everyone gets to have their own taesan in their lives :) masterlist

you and taesan have never been overly touchy with each other. it’s not that you both dislike physical touch; you just tend to express your feelings more often through quiet moments spent together.

today, however, you need taesan more than ever.

you trudge inside your shared apartment, your body feeling unbearably heavy. taesan is sitting on the sofa with headphones and his ipad propped up on his knees, a contemplative look on his face. it’s a familiar sight, one that occurs whenever a new idea for a composition strikes in his head and he has to record it down immediately, so you usually leave him alone to not disrupt his creative process.

seeing this, you force yourself to stand by the door, hoping for at least a greeting before you can retreat inside your room—if your boyfriend was busy, you’d rather break down without him seeing.

almost immediately, taesan looks up and smiles, the kind where his eyes are squeezed into crescents and whiskers appear under them. but when he finally sees you, he instantly plants his feet on the floor, setting his ipad aside and ripping off his headphones.

“y/n?” his voice is soft and gentle. he always treats you like a delicate flower; it makes you feel like you can fall apart in his presence and he’ll be there to pick up your pieces.

“y/n,” he calls again, and he’s about to get up before you briskly walk towards him and all but jump on him.

with your knees on either side of him, you wrap your arms around his neck and drop your head on his shoulder. noticeably, taesan tenses at the uncharted touch, and a moment of hesitation lingers. but his arms quickly shoot up to envelop you, hands resting firmly on either side of your torso as he holds you tightly against himself.

he remains silent, letting you take in his warmth as he gently caresses your back. you nuzzle against his neck, wanting to get as close to him as you can. despite his surprise at your touch, he doesn’t make it known and mirrors your actions, nosing your collarbone as he pulls you even closer.

you thought you would break into tears immediately in his arms, but the more you lean into his touch, the more you feel your weariness dissipate, until the huge lump in your throat eventually melts as well.

sensing your breathing calm down and your body turning lax against his, he places a kiss on your neck and whispers against your skin: “i’m here.” it’s a simple declaration; two words that neither push you to speak nor stop you from sharing, but just to remind you that, whatever it is, he’s always by your side.

“i… had a bad day today,” you begin, and taesan’s hold on you never once falters. as you tell him about what happened, his fingers continuously draw idle circles on your back, and he hums softly to reassure you that he’s listening.

“how do you feel now?” taesan, gentle as ever, asks after you stop talking.

“...a lot better,” you confess and nuzzle against his neck again, landing a peck there to emphasize your point.

“i’m glad.” the smile is evident from his voice alone, even if you can’t see his face.

a few more moments of silence pass between you, the two of you simply relishing each other’s company. it’s only when you catch taesan’s ipad light up with a notification from your peripheral vision that you remember what he had been doing before your near-break-down.

you pull yourself away, but your hands remain on his shoulders, as do his on your waist. “you were composing something before this, right?” your eyebrows are knitted in guilt, lips jutting out similarly. “sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt you… you can continue now.”

“no, don’t apologise,” taesan replies immediately, shaking his head. he reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ears and smiles, fondness seeping from every pore, “i’ll always put you before anything else.”

it’s strange how the emotions you initially expected to spill over from your negative experiences today are now threatening to escape from these seven words instead. with the lump returning to your throat once again, you don’t trust your voice to speak.

instead, you move your hands to cup his face and lean down to place your lips on his, letting your body do the talking instead.

with every movement, your feelings translate from your heart to his. his grip on your waist tightens as he cranes his neck to capture more and more of these feelings, until both of you are rendered breathless from all the emotions filling your bodies, squeezing around your ribs, your lungs, and your hearts.

when you pull away, the dazed look on taesan is something that you want to carve into your mind forever. for someone who’s never uncomposed, the fact that he’s been rendered like this, and because of you, makes your insides twist with something far greater than you can explain.

“i love you.”

for now, you’ll settle with the word ‘love.’

© blissfullsvn 2024. All Rights Reserved.

[loserlvrss]

I JUST WANNA START A 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 BOY! ───── SICK OF YOU BEING POLITE, BOY 𓂃. 보이넥스트도어이한

req?oui , , it was a harmless prank, what could go wrong?

𝐅.reader one shot ⓘ suggestive & toxic 1406THOU 四月 ꒰ BUT SOMETIMES ( i miss you )

You don’t know why you were doing this. Even as you applied the black, green and blue makeup, you couldn’t think of a valid reason. Yet, here you were, sat on your couch scrolling through your phone, just awaiting the opportunity to prank your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend.

Maybe he’d gotten too comfortable in your relationship. Hell, you used whatever excuse to try and justify it. But, the truth is, you wanted to see if he had it in him to get mad at you. He was so damn peaceful all the time—you loved that about him, really—nonetheless, deep down, your heart raced with the thought; the anticipation when he’d finally catch a glimpse of your artwork that he’d deem someone else’s.

This was fun.

You knew it’d work. You’ve never let Donghyun purposefully leave marks on your skin, not because it didn’t feel good to have him kiss you but, simply because you’ve always found them tacky and a hassle to cover up. You’d wasted so much makeup in the past trying to do so, so whenever he’d come close to leaving purple patches, you’d tell him to stop. He’d even tried to bargain by saying he'd just leave them in places only he could see but, you still refused.

Especially if you couldn’t return the favor.

You knew this was an evil way to push his buttons, that you oh-so-desperately wanted to see pushed. It was selfish, really, however at this moment in time the plan was already set into action. You wanted to start a fight, just to see if he could.

He’s never gotten mad at you. He’s never yelled at you. He’s never dared put a hand on you. And, that was a dream but, somewhere deep down, you knew it was also just as boring as it was desirable. You wanted him to yell at you, tell you what to do—at least once—manhandle you, throw you around a bit, pull your hair, grip your skin...anything.

You wanted so much, and maybe this wasn’t the right way to propose it but, it didn’t matter anymore as his voice broke through the silenced air.

“What’s that?”

“What’s what?” You asked, acting oblivious as you scrolled through Twitter and Instagram in turn.

He shrugged, and you don’t know if it was the fact that he seemingly didn’t care, or if it was that maybe he just brushed it under the rug as anything else, that began to piss you off.

Nonetheless, you decided you were in it for the long run. After all, you wanted to see if he’d start the fight. It was game you wouldn't lose.

And, throughout the rest of the afternoon you’d catch Donghyun staring in your direction, shifting his gaze when you’d make eye-contact. He kept a calm demeanor, never asking again what the purple marks on your neck were. He’d even hugged you before he left for practice, getting all up close and personal with the artwork.

You were finding it hard to believe he hadn’t actually noticed.

Maybe he was gathering his thoughts. Maybe he was trying to decided why you didn’t smell like another man—why he knew you wouldn’t do that to him. Maybe as much as his buttons were pushed, this was it for his stemmed anger. Maybe dance practice was his way to relieve the stress you caused from time-to-time. Maybe the cool, calm and collected Donghyun was the only version of your otherwise, smiley, boyfriend.

Maybe you were beginning to feel bad because you had no idea the feelings he had towards this prank. Did it upset him? You wouldn’t be none-the-wiser to it if it had. He was good at shielding emotions, and maybe that’s where you needed to draw the line. Maybe that’s where your conversation should’ve began, instead of whatever the Hell TikTok had inspired you to do.

You kept looking at the clock on your home screen, counting down the minutes until he’d come back to you. And, just as you had decided to end the prank, opting for a civil—adult-ish—confession of wrong-doings, a text illuminated your dark screen.

It read: We need to talk.

Yet, you couldn’t decipher the hidden meaning. Of course, you knew what it was about, that’s the only thing that’s been wrong throughout the last few months between you two. What else could it be? And why, now that you were finally getting what you wanted, didn’t it feel good?

You didn’t answer him, partially because you didn’t know what to say; it was a prank. I just wanted to see if you’d get mad at me. I’m so bored of this. Nothing seemed correct, or frankly, truthful.

You also knew that he wasn’t far. He wouldn’t have texted you otherwise, just to torture you—though it would’ve been deserved. So, you waited by the door for your boyfriend to get back, the thought of washing away the eyeshadow long gone.

Then, it finally opened with the pattern of your key code. The air became thick and you found it hard to swallow with a lump in your throat. Were you sorry? yes. Did you feel bad for being immature? yes. Was a tiny part of you still curious to see how this would play out?

Yes.

"Y/n," Was the first, and only thing he muttered for a couple of excruciatingly long minutes. You watched anxiously as he put his bag down, eyed him as he took his shoes off, and almost burst when he ran a hand through his hair. Maybe Donghyun was able to torture you, even if unintended.

His eyes finally met yours but then they drifted to your neck, and further to your collarbone. He knew. He's known since the first question left his lips hours and hours ago.

"What's that?" His arms snaked between each other, and you found it wrong to think it was hot but, you very much did.

Almost like deja vu, the same feeling crept up from down within you. "What's what?" You reenacted.

Although, this time, he didn't let it go.

Donghyun approached you quickly, too fast to get away before you were sandwiched between the plaster and his body.

His hands were slow with movements. Those oh-so-stupid-fucking-hands that had you, literally, at his fingertips. One forcing your head by your jaw to expose your neck, while the other brushed away the hair that disguised the marks from his view.

You fronted being indifferent but, truth be told, if he wasn't holding you up your knees would have buckled already, leaving you as a mess on the floor in front of him.

"You must think I don't know you," He voiced, holding eye-contact as he pushed his thumb between your lips, gathering just enough saliva to then press the digit to your neck and swipe. And, it smudged with enough force, despite being labeled as waterproof. "Tell me why you felt the need to paint these on. I couldn't think of one good reason all day, princess."

And, the nickname he always called you—innocently and less than—had your heart in absolute shambles; the anticipation was just as good as if he'd raised his voice, you thought.

Maybe your vanilla-scented boyfriend had finally gotten the hint that you wanted more, despite going about it in a less than thoughtful way. And, maybe you realized that you didn't hate that he was always nice, no you loved that about him but, sometimes it was okay if he wanted to be a little bit meaner with you. After all, he could always say my...anything he wanted, and that would still mean that he saw you as his forever only.

"I-I," You couldn't think straight when he attached his lips over the previously (fakely) marked spots. His breath was hot, lips gentle then firm as he sucked against the spots he knew you'd rarely let him have his way with. "I—uh, fuck. Leehan,"

His voice was low against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and a whimper up your throat, "If you wanted something, you could've just asked me, baby. I'd give you anything."

The eyes that you've grown comfortable with always seemed to be there despite the firm placement he had you in. You knew he loved you more than anything, so you knew his words were true. And, his demeanor broke when he kissed your lips, almost giving you whiplash.

His palms laid flat against your cheeks, thumbs rubbing sweetly, "If you wanted everyone to know that you're mine, let me do it myself."

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