#choi bit

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I believe Bobby is coming back from the dead because I think we deserve to live in a world where Kenneth Choi gets to act his ass off by playing a simultaneously relieved/joyous and angry/furious Chimney, who feels like he has to thank Bobby, but also scream at him until his throat is sore because it wasn't fair to make that decision! he's going to say they should have played rock, paper, scissors and Bobby will chuckle because he thinks he's joking like silly haha Chimney, but Chimney is like "no, we should have discussed it, you died and I didn't even get to say thank you. you died and I owed you a debt I didn't even know about. you let me carry that" and he has to wrestle with the guilt of knowing that Bobby would do that for him, not just theoretically, but actual concrete proof that Bobby would die to save him. which they all know on some surface level that they'd die for one another, but it feels like such a far-off concept until it isn't. but Chimney also has to deal with the gratitude because Chimney is also so incredibly thankful that he didn't die. every step of the way he wanted Ravi, Bobby, Buck, and Athena to commit crimes, because he loves his life and he wants to keep living it. he's so overjoyed that he got to go home to his wife and kid, and that comes with its own guilt because how can he be so happy to be home when Bobby DIED. does that make him a monster? that on some level he's HAPPY that Bobby did that? and now he has to FACE Bobby. so he tries to be the Before Chimney who gets people whimsical gifts, but how do you give someone balloons about choosing your life over theirs? and he spirals because he's different now and Bobby is here and he has so so much he wants to say but all of it feels contradictory and unfair and he would normally go to Bobby for advice. so he does. he goes to Bobby and he says "what would you do, if you were in my position?" and Bobby just says "whatever you need to say or feel, I understand" and that just makes Chimney even more upset because what he needs is for none of this to have ever happened. its like they all got a re-do, but kept the memories and the feelings and now he has nowhere appropriate to put them. anyway, Bobby lives and we get Chimney angst yay <3 forever and ever.

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Just Another Night, Until You | Choi San

❤️‍🔥 Summary: Hectic nights at work is nothing out of the ordinary for you, but when a man is wheeled into the Intensive Care Unit with second degree burns all over his body and in the need of immediate medical attention, your life takes a turn as his body heals on his own by the mere presence of you. Shocked by the discovery, you stay by his side as he recovers and together you come to terms with your unexpected connection.

❤️‍🔥 Pairing(s): Firefighter!San x Emergency physician!Reader

❤️‍🔥 Genres/Tropes: Soulmate AU, non-idol AU, best friend's brother, oldest daughter and youngest son, slice of life, fluff

❤️‍🔥 Warnings/Tags: female reader, no use of (Y/N), brief description of burn injuries, medical setting, san is living up to his romance-cat title, pet names (darling, my love, love, honey), MC is a Jeong, a lot of physical intimacy, kisses gallore, san is down bad for the MC, brief description of motorcycle accident and fractured bones (not explicit), the fear of losing loved ones, emotional exhaustion, a few swear words, not beta read!

❤️‍🔥 Wordcount: 7.5K

❤️‍🔥 Author's Note: Click the image for a better resolution (Tumblr I hate you). Wihooo! And there goes the second to last instalment of the March Event ;-; im lowkey sad it's ending soon although it gives me more time to work on other stuff!! anyhow, this one was really fun to write and I hope you'll enjoy it, be prepared for a lot of love sick sannie 🥹 Btw I'm not a nurse/doctor or have any "proper" knowledge regarding how things go down in the E.R or hospital for that matter either, so this is all based on excessive research. Thank you for your understanding!

This is all fiction and not meant to represent any idols involved in any way or form. This work is rated SFW, however it contains mature scenes such as descriptions of serious injuries, medical procedures as well as adult language. Minors, please, read at your own risk and refrain from interacting or following my blog!

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It was an exceptionally calm hour in Seoul National University Hospital. Most nights were bustling with life, whether it’d be residential patients abusing the call button, relatives refusing to leave after visiting hours were over or an incoming emergency putting the whole hospital in a fit. But not tonight. The clock hanging on the wall opposite of the nurse’s station in the emergency department recently struck midnight. You slumped down by your desk as Haneul, your roommate, best friend and fellow colleague, dragged her legs behind her and nearly toppled over her seat. You finished off the last rounds of checking in on the inpatients on your floor, yet your social batteries were already drained and the nightshift had just started. 

Haneul blew a raspberry before her head dropped onto the desk with a soft thud. She groaned and threw herself back on the chair, her arms extended and legs elevated. Her slip-on shoes barely hung onto her feet and she wasn’t faring any better.

“I’m so tired,” she complained and went limp in her seat. “I can’t wait to clock out and return to my boyfriend.”

You let out an amused huff, the pencil twirling in your fingers coming to a stop as you caught it mid air. “You mean your bed?”

“That’s what I said.”

“Ha-ha, really funny Haneul.”

“It’s a bit funny, admit it!”

You rolled your eyes at her, but couldn’t fight off the smile that spread across your face. It was never a dull moment when in Haneul’s company. You were certain that even if death were around the corner, she’d still find a way to make the situation feel light. That was probably why you two had hit it off at university. She was mostly, if not always, in a cheerful mood, while you walked around with a dark cloud over your head. Had it not been for Haneul approaching you solely because your shirt was similar to one of her favorite character’s outfits in a drama, you probably would never have become friends. A decade later and you were tighter than two peas in a pod, and even decided — after your first semester — to move into a flat together which was still your current home.

“Whatever… I can’t complain as it’s at least a quiet night.”

The unspoken rule of never mentioning the obvious flashed before your eyes and you cowered from the blazing look Haneul shot your way. The air was caught in your throats and neither dared to move an inch from your places. You slowly turned your head sideways, waiting for a patient to peek their head out or scream that their pillow needed puffing up. As the empty hallway continued staying silent and the motion sensor lights didn’t turn on, you exhaled in relief.

“You got lucky there,” she said and logged into her computer. 

As you parted your mouth to answer, a voice broke through from the radio placed on the wall-mounted brackets. A report concerning a handful of people who were hurt in a fire set loose in an apartment came through and everyone ditched their tasks to get ready for the newcomers. You and Haneul, along with other nurses, ran to the trauma bay and occupied a room each where you, hopefully not, would get a patient each. The sound of multiple sirens grew louder the faster the ambulances sped toward the hospital and didn’t stop until the flashes of red and blue colored the building. Despite being employed for two years and counting, you never got accustomed to the ear piercing noise or blinding lights.

“Nurse Kim, could you prepare the wound care kit? Nurse Hwang, bring the respiratory support system. We don’t know what we’re dealing with so we need to expect the worst!”

The commotion from the triage area reached your room as the patients were being rolled into the hospital and underwent the initial assessment of their conditions. The code red patients would fall into your hands and you, together with your team, would do your utmost to lessen their injuries. You put the other glove on and waited by the door of your room. The sight before you was jarring to say the least. The victims of the fire were all in different conditions. Some crying and wincing from the burnmarks while others lay completely still as if the burned skin wasn’t a painful inconvenience. The wonders of falling unconscious. An elderly nurse with a couple of years beneath her belt pushed a stretcher toward you and you hastily moved out of the way. 

Nurse Yeon quickly spewed the little information she knew of the unconscious patient, but you couldn’t focus on her words. Your entire attention was given to the man before you. He looked peaceful despite the soot smudged across his face and several burn marks littering the majority of his body. He was also handsome — very handsome. That, you couldn’t deny. His black strands fell over his closed eyes and brows. Most of his features were sharp and defined, red heart-shaped lips in a slight pout, a long nose with a prominent bridge, high cheekbones and a few beauty marks peeking out from beneath the smeared ash. But you knew that, out of everything, his most alluring feature was his eyes — even when closed. You could see the feline-like shape that reminded you of a panther in the wild and you found yourself wondering what color they were. A tingle erupted along the pads of your fingers, almost begging you to move his hair out of the way. 

“...He was found unconscious in the building after being caught in the fire. Red category. He has second-degree burns on twenty percent of his body, severe smoke inhalation and is currently in respiratory distress. We’ve initiated oxygen therapy. BP is low and bolus fluids were administered to stabilize circulation. He is unresponsive, likely due to hypoxia.”

Nurse Yeon brought you back to the present and you ignored the highly unprofessional thought. With the help of Nurse Kim, you connected him to a monitoring machine and proceeded with the remaining steps of the protocol drilled into your spine. You administered high-flow oxygen via a non-rebreather mask to address the smoke inhalation and to prevent breathing issues later on.

Facing away from the patient to grab a scalpel in order to cut his already torn shirt, you just about turned your head and called out, “Nurse Kim, give him an IV fluid with saline to prevent shock and maintain blood pressure as well as a light dose of morphine to relieve him of pain. Nurse Hwang, hand me the scalpel, please.”

The nurses wasted no time following your orders. While Nurse Kim stabilized the patient’s blood pressure, you drove the sharp end of the scalpel through the center of his shirt to expose the injured area and assess what else you had to work with. As expected, there were blotches of irritated, red skin all over his upper body. It didn’t look too bad but would scar if left untreated. Your main concern was the smoke inhalation, but the high-flow oxygen proved effective, as the pulse oximeter showed that the oxygen saturation in his blood was slowly improving and you could swiftly move on to treat his wounds.

“Nurse Hwang, hand me the antiseptic soluti–”

A horrified gasp cut you off mid sentence and your head flung to the doorway where a nurse — a trainee at that — stood with her wide eyes and mouth hanging open behind her health mask. The interruption crawled beneath your skin like electricity. You glanced down at her nametag.

“Trainee Park?”

The student didn’t budge nor make a noise of acknowledgement and you had half a mind to terminate the established contract between the hospital and nursing school. You understood the weight of students gaining hands-on experience in a hospital setting, but it was beyond the agreement for a student to interrupt a life alternating moment for the patient.

“Trainee Park I won’t ask you a second time, what is it?!” 

Antiseptic solution in hand, you faced the student again, though her focus wasn’t on you but on something behind you. A line formed between your brows as you followed her gaze, leading to what she was staring at. Your patient still lay unconscious, his chest rising and falling in rhythmic motion, but you weren’t caught off guard by his regulated breathing. The patches of glaring red skin that previously looked painful to the eye were replaced with a lighter hue as if his body was recovering on its own. It was inhumane and in all your years as both a student and a licensed doctor, you had never seen anything like it. However, everyone in the room knew exactly what it meant.

“Fuck…”

One of the male nurses found the patient’s ID-card in the cardholder neatly tucked in the pocket of his pants while changing him into a hospital gown, but it was the teary look on Haneul after seeing the man’s face that everything clicked in place. Choi San, the little brother of your best friend, was your soulmate. 

The realization didn’t hit you while standing in the center of the trauma room or when his injuries healed more quickly beneath the touch of your finger. The fact that you had found your soulmate dawned on you early one morning, as you were making rounds between the remaining victims of the apartment fire and came across his room — the last patient to be checked on. The thought of finding your soulmate hadn’t crossed your mind in years. It was locked away in your old high school classroom, along with your youth, when you used to fret over who your soulmate might be. Would they be a foreigner? A celebrity? A boy or a girl? Rich, kind, or rude? The possibilities seemed endless, and you often spent more time daydreaming about the different outcomes than focusing on your studies. It was a miracle you didn’t fail most of your classes.

It was only when you set a goal that you lost interest in who your soulmate was and dedicated more of your time to studying. Little by little, as assignments piled up, you pushed the thought of your other half to the back of your mind and forgot about it. Of course, there were instances when the topic would come up every now and then — meeting distant relatives for the first time in forever and having them ask about your partner, or going out to dinner with Haneul and watching her get so drunk she forgets her own name, but still manages to make bets. Looks like you’d be treating her to that BBQ after all.

You entered the room and stopped at the end of the patient bed staring at San’s sleeping form. The harmless jealousy seeped into your bones as he lay there oblivious to the turmoil wrecking havoc inside of you and you wondered if, despite his unconscious state, he could feel even a glimpse of your emotions. Because you could feel him throughout your entire shift. The change in breathing, eyes fluttering, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as if he was right there with you.

The joke you once cracked to Haneul when you first started working there, something along the lines of finding your soulmate while tending to their wounds, wasn’t funny anymore and left a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. You sighed and glanced down at the patient chart hanging off the bedside. His vitals were good. More than good considering he was being driven straight from a burning building. Doctor Jung ran some tests on him during the night and they confirmed that San suffered greatly until he arrived at the hospital, until he reached you.

The doors of the room were violently pushed open and the eldest Choi entered as if her brother wasn’t lying there unconscious. Her unexpected arrival stopped your thoughts from spiraling further and your heart from racing into palpitations. It was weird to see her lips pressed into a thin line and eyes void of light, replacing her usual dimpled smile that would brighten your day. 

“How is he?” She eventually asked and buried her hands in the pockets of her white coat.

You cleared your throat and mimicked her stance, both of you focused on the resting man. “He’s healthier than a newborn baby.”

Five hours of constantly being on your feet, moving around and not having the chance to take a five minute toilet break put you in a hazy mist. It wasn’t until now that you felt the weight of the situation sink in. Who would’ve thought your best friend’s brother was your soulmate?

“You know,” Haneul started and broke you out of your thoughts. “I’m happy it’s you. Someone I know and trust as much as I trust myself.”

The words were oddly warm and spread a branch of hope through you. While you were too caught up with your work and then your own feelings, you didn’t stop to think what Haneul thought of everything. Her two worlds were colliding and it could either be good or bad.

“Is it weird?”

“Not at all… It’s the best thing I could ask for. That my best friend and brother get along… Just…” Haneul gnawed on the side of her bottom lip and turned to you, “Just don’t hurt him, Jeong. San is a tough cookie, but he has a fragile heart and I really don’t want to ever choose between you. You are both very dear to me.”

“You won’t have to. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t hurt him even if I tried.”

Haneul chuckled despite the tears making their escape down her cheeks. “Is it really like how they say? Are you already… affected by him?”

You breathed out a laugh at that. The countless nights spent talking and making fun of other couples who had already found their happily ever after were sure biting you in the ass, because it was, in fact, exactly how they said it would be. The unexplainable pull drawing you toward him, the yearning to be by his side and feeling him everywhere. Every skip of his heart, harsh intake of air and twitch of his fingers were all transferred to you

“Yeah, it’s exactly how they say it is.”

Haneul eventually left to do her last rounds and finish writing reports until the sun peeked over the horizon, signaling the end of your second night shift that week. San didn’t wake up until a few hours later and despite being hooked to a monitor regulating his state and showing nothing out of the ordinary, you didn’t leave his side for even a second. The dread of another emergency report coming through squeezed your abdomen until you were on the verge of puking. Just the thought of parting from him almost sent you hurling your insides in the guest bathroom. You were lucky to have wonderful colleagues who understood the circumstances and reassured you multiple times not to worry about finishing your reports or doing rounds. Nurse Hwang and Kim even passed by with snacks and water before returning to work.

The clock struck early morning when your chin slid off your knuckles and you were unpleasantly awoken from your slumber. The fear of falling to your death had you jumping out of your seat and taking in your surroundings. The sun gently shone through the windows occupying the entire left side of the room and filled the space with auburn streaks kissing your face. The warm rays seeped through the cherry blossom trees planted along the outskirts of the hospital. You found the view to be exceptionally beautiful during the early mornings when the pink petals detached from the branches, swirling in the air like snowflakes and covering the boring cement pavement..

A laser like heat bored into the side of your head and you scanned the room to find the source, only to get lost in the eyes of your soulmate. A wide smile stretched across his face and you realized the dimple gene ran deep in the Choi family as an identical pair to Haneul’s popped on San’s cheeks. You couldn’t shake away the image of a content and well fed cat at the sight of him. 

San immediately shifted the blanket to the side and had one bare foot planted on the floor, ready to leap out of bed and wrap you in his arms. The man just about managed to stand on both legs when you rushed from your seat and gently pushed him back down.

“No, no, please, sit!”

San fell back on the mattress without much of a fight. The moment your hand made contact with his shoulder, an explosion of tingles erupted along your palm, spreading like wildfire through your arm and out to the rest of your limbs, reaching the tips of your toes and fingers. The air caught in your throat and, like magnets forced together, your eyes found his again. Neither of you had to vocalize the question balancing on the tip of your tongues, asking if the other felt that crackling fire. San sensed the twinge of worry squeezing at your heart and hummed in content, he reached out and grabbed one of your hands in his to ease the burden atop your shoulders. He smiled so hard his eyes turned into crescent moons and hadn’t you known better, you’d think he’d start purring like a cat receiving ear scratches. 

“I’m fine. I don’t need rest because you are here.”

You ignored the heat pooling beneath your cheeks at his rather flamboyant response and steered the conversation elsewhere. “What were you thinking running into a burning building?”

The words came out effortlessly, as if you had known him since your youth.

“I didn’t do it on purpose…” He began and jutted out his bottom lip. “My feet just moved on their own, call it an instinct. Besides, I couldn’t just leave everyone inside. I’d put shame on the entire fire department!”

“Curse you for being reckless and kind hearted, San.”

“Yet thanks to my recklessness, I landed in the hospital and found you.”

The cheeky reply nearly made you pop a blood vessel. You didn’t understand how he could be so calm after facing death less than eight hours ago. The monitor attached to him shouldn’t have been stable. Based on your past experience with burn victims, San should’ve been startled and shaken up, and in some uncomfortable pain. Instead, he remained unnervingly composed, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made you question your own knowledge. His calmness felt unnatural, given the circumstances. The heart rate monitor, which should’ve shown elevated readings due to stress, stayed oddly steady and only spiked up when you spoke, moved or looked at him for too long.

“San… we are soulmates. We would’ve met eventually,” you hissed, trying to mask the look of realization on your face. The soulmate bond explained his calm demeanor. As he said, he was fine now that you were there, while you just wanted to cover him in bubble wrap and not let him out of your sight.

“Yes, but not soon enough.”

You abandoned the conversation for now as it wouldn’t lead anywhere. San was deadset on his decision being correct even though it was a foolish one and you still had a job to do. Ignoring the way he followed your every movement, a polite smile and creased eyes never leaving your form, you adjusted his pillows and checked the IV attached to his forearm. 

“Do you need anything else?”

“Hmmm, just you.”

Had you met under different circumstances, perhaps in a grocery store where you'd bump carts together or on a packed bus where he’d give up his seat for you and stand by your side to shield you from the other commuters, his charms would’ve worked. But you didn’t. Instead San decided to search the burning building for others with no gear, just his strong will and hope clinging onto his back, and all his attempts at flirting were futile as you couldn’t get the image of his unconscious body out of your head.

“Too bad,” you settle on saying. “You can’t have me before twelve PM.”

The pout intensified and he even crossed his arms in retaliation. Seeing a man in his late twenties throw a silent tantrum wasn’t something you thought you’d ever find endearing, but there you were, suppressing a laugh and yearning to smooth out the wrinkles on his forehead. 

“Do you have to go?” He whispered and looked up at you through his lashes.

“Yes, unless you want me to be fired?”

“Fine! But the second that clock hits twelve, you and I are both getting out of here.”

“You can’t just leave, San, they have to run tests and–”

“I’ve never felt better and I think every doctor in the building can agree with me. What I will be if I don’t get to spend time with you is sick, and sad, and heartbroken and–”

“I get it, I get it!”

San lived up to his promise of spending time with you. In fact, he wasted no time running down the hallway the moment the minute hand switched to twelve, asking everyone dressed in white cloaks where Doctor Jeong was. The question left his mouth for the tenth time that minute just as you rounded the corner, ready to check out. San gave you all of three seconds to bid your colleagues goodbye before whisking you away. His plan of getting to know you consisted of lying tangled up on his sofa with a meaningless movie playing in the background, while his fingers caressed your back and his eyes shifted back to you every other second, as if he couldn’t believe you were real. 

You weren’t faring any better. Your head was neatly tucked beneath his chin, and your hand was splayed over his right pectoral, the tips of your fingers gently rubbing soothing motions beneath the curve of his collarbone. Had you known your soulmate would be a kitten with separation anxiety, you’d have stalled on meeting him for a little while longer. Although, deep down, you knew that was a lie. San was everything you needed him to be and more: attentive, gentle, sweet, kind, caring — the list was truly endless. 

The days spent cocooned together — San on sick leave to recover from the accident and you having the next two days off from work — made up for the thirty-something years you hadn’t been in each other’s lives. In just forty-eight hours, you created a bond that most lifelong best friends would envy. He shared embarrassing stories from his and Haneul’s childhood days — sweet memories of how his mother dressed him in Haneul’s hand-me-downs, despite her closet mainly consisting of flower dresses and cute skirts. In return, you told him about that one time you accidentally locked your parents out on the balcony and then hurled your breakfast back out from the anxiety and fear of never seeing them again. If only little you could have understood the wonders of spare keys and that your grandmother was already on her way to solve the issue. 

The first night was spent staying up late, talking about heartfelt stories and niche interests to the point where you both passed out and didn’t wake up until late afternoon the next day. Who knew your hunk of a fireman liked collecting sweet plushies and was adamant on learning how to crochet?

That wasn’t everything though. A week into your freshly established relationship and San hadn’t missed to stop by your workplace once to give you lunch, coffee, midnight snacks or a quick peck on the cheek. It was easy in the beginning when San didn’t return to work for an entire week. The soulmate bond proved that he wasn’t in need of resting as much as his company thought and he eventually had to return earlier than expected. It was weird to be glued to each other for hours on end to then not be able to see each other because of your hectic schedules that never seemed to align. When you’d return home from a long night shift, he was dressed and ready to leave. 

You voiced your worries to Haneul during a lunch break, saying how you were afraid of moving too fast, but now that you barely got to spend time together, it felt like you were moving at a snail’s pace. She mildly reassured you that it craved more than some social distance for your soulmate bond to break and that it would take some time for you to find your footing in the relationship.

However, working multiple shifts a week while running on little to no sleep left you too exhausted to plan an outing whenever an opportunity for the two of you to spend time together appeared. Date-night looked different in the Choi-and-Jeong books. Instead of glamming up and booking a reservation at a fancy restaurant, you decided to stay in and watch a movie that would sooner or later be forgotten as you’d be too enamoured with each other. Haneul walked in on one too many make-out sessions, and thus, you came to the decision to host movie nights strictly at San’s apartment.

Like many times before, you lay atop San, his legs parted, giving you the option to cage his left one between yours. One of his arms was bent and propped behind his head to act as a cushion, while the other was curled around you, his hand pressing against the small of your back in a comforting embrace. Your cheek was mushed against his chest and your hand limply rested on his bicep. A movie played on the big screen and a plethora of snacks were strewn out on the coffee table but left untouched. You joked about how, ever since San entered your life, your sugar cravings had dramatically decreased because he was bringing too much sweetness into it.

“Honey?” San broke the comfortable silence and spoke over the characters on the TV. You hummed in reply and he continued. “I want to ask you something.”

As you shifted to get a better look at him, he pulled you in a tight embrace and you immediately stopped moving. “Don't look at me, just… listen? Please?”

“Okay, Sannie, what is it?”

“How do you feel about… moving in… with me? Or me with you!” You could hear the blush attacking his cheeks and embarrassment clinging onto his voice as it grew higher in the end and the words came out in a rush.

Joy tugged at your lips and you couldn’t stop the light hearted chuckle from slipping out in the room. You broke out of his gentle hold and grabbed his hand in yours, and planted a chaste kiss on it.

“I think I’d love that.”

Without warning, he squeezed your cheeks between his palms and captured your lips in a tender kiss, leaving your insides warm and mushy. Despite having muscles the size of a watermelon and broad shoulders that could carry the entirety of Noah’s ark, San was a real softie. He had the habit of holding you as if you were the most valuable possession on the earth, a feather which could crumble at contact or a cube of sugar that would melt beneath the rain. The shared kisses were brief but left a tingle on your lips that you couldn't get enough of and nearly whined in retaliation as San withdrew to catch his breath. 

“I adore you, like really, really much,” he confessed and kissed you again, and again, and again. The peppered kisses were planted all over your face — nose, cheeks, mouth, chin, eyes, forehead. The endearing act of love pulled a string of giggles straight out of your tummy, cursing you with an ache that your grandmother would call remedy for the soul.

One moment he was on you and the next, he turned you over to lay against the couch while he  scrambled to his bedroom on the other side of the apartment. You pushed yourself up on your forearms with only your upper body lifted as you curiously watched San runoff as if his rear caught on fire.

“Sannie?” 

“Just a second, honey!” 

Rough shuffling reached the living room, but it was the loud crash of objects clattering on the ground that you almost headed to see the commotion yourself. San’s reassuring voice telling you everything was okay didn’t help you relax, but you trusted his judgement and remained seated. The eager wait was short lived as San returned with something tightly clutched in his right hand and stopped by the end of the couch, back uncomfortably straight and face pinched into a serious expression. Hadn’t you known him for a little shorter than a month, you’d assume he was about to get down on one knee and ask you to live the rest of your life by his side. 

San cleared his throat and extended his arm low enough for you to see his well manicured fingernails. You shuffled over closer to the end of the sofa and sat up on your knees. His fingers unfolded and exposed the trinket laying in the center of his palm. An apartment key. The spare key to his apartment to be precise.

“I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but I’ve never been sure of anything more than this and I really want to take this next step with you.”

“Are you asking me to marry you or move in with you?”

Red dusted his cheeks and he had to look away. Your own lips curved up as his eyes creased into crescent moons, a telltale of his dimpled smile making an appearance. San covered his mouth as if it would make his smile disappear. Testing the waters, he asked, “Would you say yes?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out.” 

San was sure he could pass out right then and there. His cheeks hurt from smiling too much, but it was the only pain he would ever welcome with open arms. You climbed onto the couch and jumped into San's arms and he effortlessly caught you, his hands finding their designated place on your hips and thighs while your arms slid around his neck like a koala. Your fronts were pressed against each other, but you continued pulling him toward you, as if the chance of becoming one entity was higher than inventing flying cars. San dipped you down princess-style and stole a long kiss, one that you were more than eager to reciprocate. Your fingers tangled in his black hair, nails soothingly scratching his scalp, and your heart swelled with so much love and happiness it felt like it could explode and fill the living room with colorful confetti.

It was a shame the human needed air every few minutes because all you wanted to do in that moment was feel him everywhere. Breaking apart, you rested your forehead against his, hot breaths fanning across each other’s lower faces, chests rising with fervor as your bodies desperately tried to reclaim the lost oxygen."

“I’d say yes a hundred times over,” you breathed out, “but let’s save that for after we meet the in-laws.”

“My parents have already scheduled a day for when we can go to Namhae,” he eagerly replied to which you hastily leaned back, nearly sending you both tumbling over.

“San! I swear you’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably in love with you.”

Lips swollen, eyes welling with joy and hearts beating erratically, the world paused as you looked at each other. The diploma neatly placed on your desk and the knowledge you had collected over the years seemed insignificant when the love you harbored for San could regrow burned forests, mend broken bridges and heal even the most shattered of hearts.

Living with San was nothing out of the ordinary, except that you saw each other more now that you lived under the same roof. Considering your shared apartment with Haneul was bigger than San’s, it only made sense for the Choi siblings to switch places. That way you kept your room and San took Haneul’s. You quickly realized you could’ve just moved into San’s apartment instead as neither ever went to sleep alone. More often than not, San would crawl into your bed, claiming it was cozier than his, but you knew even the ground would be a great sleeping place as long as you were in his arms. That was precisely what you wanted — to be in San’s arms. Instead you were working another night shift, the most hectic one since the fire incident a couple of weeks ago. 

A young man, no older than twenty, had been in a motorcycle crash, leaving him with severe pain and swelling in his right leg, which was pushed into an unnatural position. The skin was entirely torn off, exposing blood and muscle tissue. You had a suspicion about how severe the situation was, but it still called for an X-ray examination. As expected, the results confirmed multiple fractures of the femur and tibia, requiring surgery the next day at the latest. Changmin, as his driver’s license indicated, was in immense pain and even struggled with breathing difficulties into the night. This left you and your co-workers with no choice but to monitor him closely throughout the remainder of your shift. To say it was tiring would be an understatement. Your feet were so sore it felt like walking on a rug of medical needles and your back ached, begging you to lie in bed and not get up until the birds returned from Southeast Asia.

The only thing pushing you through the long day was the fact that you knew San was waiting on you at home. It didn’t matter if he was awake or not. Your tense muscles relaxed by the thought of burying your face in his chest and forget the world until your batteries were restored again. It became a routine for the both of you. When one had a more physically draining day at work, the other was ready to pamper them and make them feel completely taken care of. 

After a few failed attempts to insert the key into the door, you finally managed to unlock it. A stream of blue light illuminated the otherwise dark apartment and was accompanied by muffled voices coming from the living room. You haphazardly threw your shoes off, not bothering to neatly place them next to one of San’s hundred pairs of sneakers, and instinctively followed the animated sounds that belonged in a cartoon. 

The scene you were met with nearly brought you to tears. San was seated in the middle of the sofa, a fuzzy blanket thrown over his head and shoulders, with two mugs of hot cocoa steaming on the table in front of him. The bag slung over your shoulder slipped off and fell to the floor with a gentle thud. Your jacket — a gift from San’s closet — was at least two sizes too big, making you look like a bear ready to hibernate. The colorful scarf you had been wearing since your teenage years reached up to your nose. San whipped his head in your direction and his stoic expression softened into one of understanding at the sight of fresh tears coating your waterline. His lips curled into a small, reassuring smile that spoke more of compassion than words ever could. 

He quickly lifted one side of the blanket and beckoned you over with a gentle command. “C’mere honey.”

That was the last straw for your tears to start rolling. You wasted no time shedding your outer layers of clothing and curling into San’s side. A sob that you had been holding in throughout the entire car ride home vibrated against his chest. San ran his hand up and down your back while whispered praises tickled your ear. He planted a kiss on your crown and pulled you over him as he fell back against the couch. You adjusted yourself more comfortably, both legs falling on either side of his hips so as not to fall, and he swiftly maneuvered the blanket to shield you from the chilly atmosphere. The minutes ticked by and you had no perception of how long you stayed in that position, but your sobs eventually subdued to soft sniffling. 

“How did you know?”  You whispered, a tremble hanging onto your vocal chords, and sat up. 

San’s hands travelled to rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing circular motions into your flesh. “I just… felt you.”

“Felt me?”

He hummed, “I still do. Happiness, sadness, fear, anger — everything, right here.” His hand hovered over your heart and you understood. You really did. 

There was no scientific explanation for the emotional connection that kept you in tune with each other’s feelings. The unexpected pressure weighing down on your lungs at even the slightest discomfort or worry he experienced, like when he stumbled upon a video of a duckling being separated from its mother. It was uncanny how your heart soared hours before he came home with good news about a promotion, or the unexplainable sense of pride you had been carrying all day — only to discover it was coming from San, who had helped a kitten down from a tree. You’d never forget the day the bitter taste of dandelion greens spread across your tongue, only to find San lying in bed, caving under the weight of his blue emotions. The best part of the connection, though, would be the buckets of love pouring into your bucket as he hugged, kissed and worshipped you. However, there was one emotion you hadn’t received any signs of.

Your fingers found purchase on the hem of his shirt that rode up his stomach and revealed a sliver of the toned skin beneath. “I don’t feel… your anger.”

San flashed you a blinding smile and spurts of daffodils curved around your heart. “That’s because nothing makes me angry, love.”

“Really? Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

A beat passed and you sighed, “I’m always angry.”

“I wouldn’t say you’re angry, just… frustrated.”

“It’s practically the same thing,” you argued and continued fiddling with his shirt. He captured your hands in his and halted your anxious picking.

“It isn’t, not by definition. We feel frustrated when we are unable to progress, while anger is the response to something we perceive as wrong or harmful… You’re not angry, my love, you’re frustrated and probably overworked too.”

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you mulled over his words. It made sense, and you didn’t need to voice the comfort it brought you; he felt it. The unruly waves quieted to a steady push-and-pull, letting you breathe as the knot of emotions slowly untangled to nothing.

“You know, I’m supposed to be the older one out of the two of us.”

A hearty laugh filled the previously gloomy room, immediately illuminating the four cold walls, and San caught your waist again as he shifted, the echoes of his laughter filling the space.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. It'd be my honor to make you feel like a teenage girl again.”

That he did. It was almost embarrassing how his sweet gestures had you leaping face first into your pillows and rapidly firing your feet against the comforter. One would believe you were closer to being fifteen than thirty, and while you had a mild crisis, you were still grateful San brought that youthfulness out of you again. 

“Was it a rough day?”

The sentimental moment burst like a fragile soap bubble at the slightest of touches. You took a breath of air and San slid his hand further up your wrists, placing his thumbs in the center of your palms while the remainder of his fingers wrapped around the back of your hand. It was grounding and kept you from re-visiting the gut wrenching thoughts that plagued your mind while tending to the young patient.

“A young guy was rushed to the ER… He got into a motorcycle accident and flew maybe a good ten meters from the crash place, and totally fucked up his leg. It was by sheer luck he didn’t suffer head injuries, let alone injuries to the rest of his body.” 

You still saw the image of his bloodied body and torn clothes, a sight that would leave you with nightmares for days.

“He was in really critical condition, San. We couldn’t leave him alone for even one second. I’m talking about twenty four-hour care… He’s going into surgery tomorrow. He’ll survive, but it’s just... He reminded me of you. How you’re literally in danger every time you go to work and– and how easily I could lose– lose– lose–”

The words caught in your throat as your voice grew higher in pitch. San gave your hands another squeeze and pulled you back down onto him. You wasted no time burying your face in his neck and his arms automatically wrapped around you — one finding purchase at the back of your head while the other securely encircled your back.

“I don’t want to lose you, San.”

“You won’t lose me, love.”

“You don’t know that!”

“What I know is that I always do my best to come back to you in one piece. To my home, no?” The hand that had been placed against your head wrapped around the back of your neck and gently massaged it.

Like a flower opening up to catch the first few sun rays of the day, you put your heart out and allowed San a glimpse of what was inside. 

“It just scared me,” you said between shuddering breaths. “Anything could happen, San, and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you–”

“Honey.” His voice wasn’t stern, but it held a certain finality to it. As gentle as a newborn kitten, he carefully eased you back, pulling you away from where your face had been pressed against his neck. With a soft motion, he tilted your head slightly, getting a better look at your face.“Thinking of the what ifs isn’t good for anyone.”

You wanted to reply with an ‘I know’, but you knew better than to lie to him. 

He wiped a stray tear off your cheek and you nuzzled against his palm. “Look, I love that you think you need me, but it’s not true. We managed more than fine on our own and just because we’ve found each other doesn’t mean we can’t function alone anymore… I love that you feel comfortable enough to lean on me, darling, but at the end of the day, you’re strong because of who you are and not because I’m here.

“And if, but just if, anything were to happen to me, I need you to know that you aren’t alone. You’d still have Haneul there. My parents. Your parents. Nurse Kim and Nurse Hwang too. That’s eight more people than me.”

Your hand enveloped his cradling your cheek. “I don’t want to think of a life without you in it.”

“Good because you’re stuck with me forever and ever and ever and ever!”

A wet giggle sounded through the living room and San’s rough chuckle blended perfectly with your sweet hiccups. Overwhelmed by the affection filling your humble abode, successfully warming every corner of the apartment, you intertwined your fingers behind San’s neck and determinedly pulled him into a heart-searing kiss. Your mouths molded together in a perfect fit, much like the famous art piece by Auguste Rodin. The sculpture representing a pair of lovers destined to remain together forever, until parted by death.

San breathed life into you with simple gestures that could restore chivalry. His eyes finding yours in a crowded room, silently checking up on you as you were both tugged in opposite directions by your mutual friends. Walking the empty streets after a successful date night, the gentle brush of his fingers skimming over yours before slipping between the gaps and pulling your hand into the pocket of his coat with the excuse of keeping you warm. Slothing his front to your back in the solitude of your home as you’d be too busy for a long cuddle session on the couch. Not to mention the kisses spread throughout the day—morning, noon, and night. He’d see you off with a peck and welcome you with the same sentiment, wishing you a good night or day before taking off.

The memories you collected during your still-new relationship pushed you forward, giving you hope and belief that you were going to get through this. San’s promise of never leaving — intentionally or unintentionally — comforted you and the dreadful thoughts hadn't returned, and hopefully, they wouldn’t ever. But if they ever did reoccur, you knew San would be there to chase them away.

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[yeonjune]

(250601) BEOMGYU ✙ Weverse Con Festival

[spicynova]

a/n: upon request, here’s part 2 for this post! :3 so glad yall enjoyed the first, hope yall like this one! ( yup, same dazed korea soobin photoshoot lol )

pairing: college nerdy!soobin x college fem!reader.

warnings: mdni. nsfw. 2.6k words of pure smut lol, switch soft-dom soobin! ( & switch reader ), riding on the couch, detailed descriptions of body parts (?), kinda really messy, studying/quizzing as dirty talk lolll, praise kink, big dick soobin, size kink, mentions of anatomy terms, soobin calls reader many pet names ( baby, kit, lovey, love, etc.. ), mentions of mating cycles (?), eating candies during sex, unprotected sex ( wrap it uppp! ), creampies, not proofread lolll, etccc…

… ꨄ

right when the hour reached the clock, you’re slamming your books shut and springing up from your chair. the way you walked was as if you were on a mission and it really is that way. the last five minutes of your study session wasn’t even put into actually retaining the words on the paper you stared at, your mind just as jittery as your body while you counted down the minutes — the seconds.

your thighs clenched together, not thinking about muscles unless they were soobin’s, thinking of the way you’re about to jump his bones — not the ones pictured on the boring book in front of you. you heard his occasional laughter, probably mindlessly watching that anime he so loves and all you want to do is say fuck it and go to him. but finally, the little arm of the clock reached the spot you’ve been waiting for and you’re already on the way to your man.

with every deep breath, you lightly pad across the entire house, turning the corner into the open spaced house and finally reaching where you heard his familiarly low humming chuckle. you don’t even give him time because you waited long enough. he looks the same as you left him, even more sunken into the couch from how comfortable he’s gotten.

arms crossed, legs spread and hanging.

and once his eyes land on yours, he can just tell.

“i want my reward now.” your voice was soft, but assertive as you pace towards him with such a hurry. he doesn’t move for a second and decides to just stare at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, tired eyes full of a sort of gaze. as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly you want, if you mean it, if he should give it to you in another way. challenging, mischievous, darkened with a swirling lust.

you don’t know when he got up to get a lollipop from your junk food stash, but it’s there, the stick poking out from the corner of his heart shaped lips.

you just stare back…

until you motion for him to continue with your chin. you only move when he finally does after what seems to be the longest staring contest, his hands uncrossing to unbutton his khaki pants just as yours slip underneath the waist band of your lacy shorts and panties.

the tension was palpable between your eye contact.

all you can hear was the main protagonist of his favorite anime yelling and the sound of ruffling clothes as you both shuffle around to slip off your bottoms. you’re such in a hurry that you even help him shimmy off his own after kicking away your panties, hands pulling both his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs until his semi-hard cock sprung free, slapping against his lower navel — right underneath the hem of his university hoodie. he watches quietly as you get situated, audibly suckling on the sweet treat still melting in his mouth as you climb over him on the couch. his hands find their comfort spot on your waist, guiding you to sit over his cock as he breathes out a soft sigh.

now this feels so right.

you don’t waste any more time, it’s been a long hour. he can practically feel the wetness that accumulated over that small time, sliding against the underside of his cock everytime you rock your hips over him. he knows that hour was just torture for you; since you knew he was waiting for you all this time. he gazes at the erotic sight of you raising your hips to press his tip against your drooling entrance, eyelashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks as he huffs out a dreamy sigh through his nose when you finally sink down onto his thick length.

it felt so great; so amazing as your hands slide up his warm abdomen and underneath his white t-shirt, riding the fabric higher as he bottoms out completely into your clenching walls. the grip he had on your waist was everything you needed and it just felt so right. finally.

you don’t give yourself time to adjust, wanting your reward immediately as you roll your hips and feel him nudge in all the right place within your warm pussy. words can’t describe how full you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut as you pick up a rhythm. it felt natural, felt so familiar, something that quells your every need. your swollen lips squished against the base of his pelvis as you rut harder, occasionally raising yourself to let gravity pull you back down with an audible smack.

a deep hum rumbles from his chest right against your hands that ride higher onto his pecs, resonating deep within your body as his hands lower to grip the plush of your thigh and hip.

of course, he wouldn’t say no to this and try to change the dynamics. of course, he was gonna let you ride him as a reward. he’ll let you take the reigns all the time if it meant watching you use him like he was nothing but your personal pleasure toy — especially if he was this comfortable and lazy already.

he was trying to assess you earlier but by the assertive tone of your voice, he already knew you would want to take control of everything. and he’s so willing for it. his long fingers spread to engulf more of your skin in his wide palms, gripping around the side of your ass and massaging it as you continue to fuck yourself on him. he does nothing, says nothing but just watch. watching you fall apart everytime you split yourself open with his thickness in silence to hear the way you struggle.

watch as your wetness string in outstretched, clear webs from the base of his cock and between your legs everytime you lift yourself upwards, humming at the squelching sound of your connected sexes everytime you drop back down. watch as his thick cock disappear within your plush mound and slightly bulge underneath the skin of your lower navel everytime he digs deep. watch as your thighs quake underneath his hand from every occasional roll of your jerking hips. you can feel his dick fully harden, soaking in your wetness, stuffing every fat inch inside your sopping cunt.

your fervent nature only increases once your eyes open again to gaze at his features; he seems calm, almost stoic as he continues to watch the mess you create on top of him. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed underneath his messy bangs from concentration, pouty lips pursed around the lollipop stick that he’s forgotten to suck, his cheeks hollowed and jawline shadowed from the light of the tv.

he just takes. lets you give what you want to him.

you follow his gaze, watching the veins running along the back of his hands protrude as his grip tightens around your perspired flesh.

“tell me… what you’ve learned.” you suddenly hear him ask in a muffled hum around the lollipop, and he sounds so gone already. voice absolutely lazy, words drawn out and rolling off his tongue in a languid tone.

he wants to hear, to see if you’ve actually been studying or not, much to your dismay. but you would also know how quick he can turn the tables if you give him the wrong answer— because he’s done it before, stopping you in the middle of a good fuck to make you go back to your room, lock you in and have you study for another hour as punishment.

it’s a blessing and a curse to have such a nerdy boyfriend.

“skeletal muscle.” you sigh out, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as you work harder to find the retained information in your mind and your sweet spot deep in your insides with his cock.

“mmm.. mhm?” continue, your mind supplies from the expectant tone of his words. do good, be good, keep going for soobin.

“functions are…” your words are airy light as your hazy eyes focus on the way your slick bubbles, how it shines the rosy skin of his length. “produce body movement, maintain posture and positions, support tissues…”

you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, breathlessly, because those are the exact muscles you’re straining now to fuck yourself on your boyfriend.

his hand grips your thigh tighter as a reminder. “uh-huh..”

“m-maintains body temperature, stores nutrients..” you huff out, letting your head roll on your neck and rest on your shoulder as your hips gyrate in a clockwise motion. it was all clockwork to you, catching up on the time you’ve missed out on already. you can feel him throbbing deep within your pussy, his hips gently rutting upwards into yours.

“it’s voluntary movement…”

“and?”

“and it’s-they’re striated?” you hum, octave rising as your voice only melts into nothing but a breathless whine.

you could be saying random shit but knowing soobin, he would actually call you out for the wrong answers. he sucks in a breath as he seemingly thinks, trying himself to find the right answer — even though it’s hard when you’re feeling the knot in your lower stomach grow tighter.

his head rolls to the side as his heavy gaze zeroes onto your sticky mess, as if he was checking it out before nodding only once.

“continue.” his tongue pushes the lollipop stick to the other side of his full pout.

“they never contract … unless.. unless- uhmm,” you’re falling prey to the pleasure, straight ecstasy melting into your nerves and liquifying your bones as his tip prods against your sweet spot. a soft moan was all you could puff out next, head hanging forward as his hand suddenly smacks against the thick plush of your ass.

a couple seconds pass by. he loves the sound your insides make when you fuck down on him but he wants to hear your voice, whether it’d be hoarse or not. he grabs at your jiggling skin, helping you out and pushing you back into a rhythm as he hums for you to continue.

“uhm isn’t an answer, kit. unless what?”

“uhh… unless stimulated by a nerve.” the nerves inside you are going haywire for a fact, muscles contracting deep within your core and fitting his cock snuggly as you finish your sentence with a jumbled mess of incoherent words.

“nerve connections that are severed…? the… muscle is paralyzed after.” you ramble in a soft moan, arms trembling as you fight to hold yourself upwards longer.

“good one. and you wanna tell me what is it called when the paralyzed muscle shrinks?” of course he would ask this randomly; he definitely knows about this already and you curse underneath your breath.

“uhhhm..”

“c’mon, lovey..”

“fuck, i dunno, soobin, i think imma come..” you whine pitifully instead, ignoring his lower hum of discontent to focus throwing your ass back onto his hips with each plop. it sounds lewd, your favorite sound.

“answer my question and i’ll let you, you know this.”

“my goddd, soobin-“

“what is it called?” he repeats in a low, shaky tone, sighing softly as he allows you to lose some control. despite it all, it seems like he’s in no mood to bother you with a punishment, his hands locking around your body to keep you closer instead of pulling you up and off of him like usual after any wrong response.

it takes you a while to answer, trying to deflect the sound of wet skin smacking and file through your clouded brain with crumbling focus. your fingers curl into fists against his smooth skin, marking with scratches from your nails along the action as your clenched teeth and trembling lips finally part in a restrained whimper. only then does his gaze finally meets your face, watching your pained expression melt with pure bliss, eyes scrunched tight behind your messy hair and pout quivering.

“d…denervation… atrophy.” it comes out in a warbling whine, breath audible as you gasp. “it’s denervation atrophy.”

he doesn’t reply with anything other than a soft hum, his legs spreading further apart between your quivering thighs.

“there you go,” he coos, letting his hand come down onto your ass again. “go ‘head, use me, make me cum, baby.”

and you do exactly that, rolling your hips with such fever he would think you were actually a sick bunny on the third day of your heat. it’s intense, his heart racing underneath your palms on his chest. it doesn’t take long till his sighs turn into softer whines, his head rolling back to the arm rest of the couch as his pleasure builds over the edge.

again, you’re making up for the time you’ve lost.

“fuuuck me… want me t’ cum inside?”

“gimme.. g-gimme- give it to me,” you gasp, thighs clutching his thighs tighter together as you rut his thick cock impossibly deeper, until he finally lets go.

the feeling of his thick load spurting deep within your walls, white webs trickling down his cock from where he was nudged was almost fulfilling — quite literally. you finally got what you wanted and more as the sensation triggers your own release. crashing waves of endorphins buzz throughout your body, trembling at the sound of his groans and the sensation of your puffy clit grinding against his pelvis from how flushed close you were.

he doesn’t let go of you, hands tight around your thighs and eyes trailing back down to ogle the even stickier mess you both left. you can feel when he pushes your thighs further apart, hear when he outright moans at the sight of his cloudy white cum seeping out from your cunt and ringing around the base of his cock. there was silence other than your audible gasps, your unfocused eyes trail back to his face. you could purr in content upon observing the way he assesses your messy sex. his tongue is red and glistening with saliva, lollipop slightly lolled out from his gaping mouth. he looked great.

and when he suddenly met your gaze, all you could both do was let out breathless giggles and scoffs, his arm raising toward his forehead to rest and somehow cool his sweat with the back of his hand.

it runs down his face, taking the lollipop out his mouth on the trail there as you open your palms back over his chest, planting them gently while arching your body closer into his. you don’t think twice to open your mouth once he offers the sweet treat passed your lips, sucking on it fruitfully with the less amount of strength you have left.

you need the sugar after such intense activity.

“there’s your reward.” he offers in a raspy murmur, peering at you with his familiar, dimpled grin.

… ꨄ

a/n: when you write a fic to remember notes/terms for an anatomy exam, & this is what you get🫡 also, apologies for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language !!! ( nerd soobinnn <3333 tysm for reading!! )

[slytherinshua]

my biggest weaknesses are boba eyes, glasses, and a bandaged face. unfortunately he has all of those at the same time.

[yeonbins]

PRETTY PONYTAIL YEONJUN

[jinjjayo]

🩷 YENA GOOD MORNING @ INKIGAYO 240204

[speakofshinee]

Shinee showing off that they're married to each other~ [241201 Minho MEAN: of My First Concert - Day 2]

[323cutie]

No pressure, but are you still planning to do a part 2 of the woosan Drabble?

Im Alive. srry for the wait also srry it kinda sucks. fuck it we ball.

cw ୨୧ hehe. smut, threesome, some mxm, dirty talk, part 2 to this one <3

You're looking at Wooyoung when San first pushes into you.

You see a flash of his eyes dilate before yours roll almost all the way back into your head, a full feeling making its way up to your throat as San's hips meet yours. He whines and Wooyoung gasps and you moan, a lovely chain reaction that makes you shiver down to your bones.

It's lewd, the whole thing -- laying on your back with your legs spread wide, San in the middle and Wooyoung at your side. San is flushed pink down to his chest, pretty and hot to the touch. You curl your hand around to the back of his neck and pull him down to kiss him, sloppy and wet and delicious. He pulls back with a whimper and a string of spit connects you, breaking only when you turn to look at Wooyoung again. He's staring hard at San's lips.

You swallow and choke out a gasp as San starts to thrust into you, unable to do anything but let him. He groans at the feeling, a waterfall of curses spilling out of his mouth. "Fuck," he says, breathless as he stares down at where his cock disappears into you. "Feel so good, baby, sound so pretty for me."

And it's so different hearing it in person, not through a speaker -- your whole body reacts, and you feel Wooyoung's smile before you see it. "Told you," he says, not even talking to you, nudging his face into your neck to bite at your skin. "Perfect for taking cock, huh, San?"

Wooyoung's got a possessive hand sliding down to glide over your clit, but his eyes are on the rise and fall of San's chest, tongue flitting over his lips. The tension is so electric that when they meet eyes you can practically feel the prickle of their sparks on your skin.

"Pretty Sannie," Wooyoung murmurs against your shoulder, voice low. "Making you feel good?"

"Yes," you say immediately, all of your breath used on one syllable. Wooyoung grins and San sighs out a moan. "Cock feels so good -- gonna make me, fuck, come."

Wooyoung hums and adds pressure to his fingers on your clit, mouth open as he watches you moan like he's feeling it the same way you are.

Well. San reaches over and fists Wooyoung's cock and the whine he lets out is downright scandalous, every bratty urge in his body physically melting away at San's touch. It's San's turn to grin and he thrusts into you extra hard, his free hand holding onto your waist like you'll slip away if he doesn't.

"'ll make you both come," he pants, voice tight. His pace picks up and so does his hand, and you can feel all three of you go completely boneless at the same time. "Be good and let me."

[bamgeut]

daily soobin until he returns [19/?]

[georgialeeches]

Dark Thanos Headcanons

/Female Pronouns used/ /Some Nsfw parts/

dark is in the title because I’m too lazy to do tw’s

> Thanos stuck to you during ‘Red Light/Green Light’, voted O just so you’d have to stay in the dorm together, and built a team to become your leader

> But at night his high fades and its like he switches off. He wakes up all serious and unavailable

> You really only have one idea, sucking his dick for attention. He just stares down, maybe grunts a few times, then pulls your head off when he’s done. Not a word

> It’s not until the next game is announced that he’ll re-up and you get your manic boy back, apologising for neglecting you and making dumb lil raps

> ‘Mingle’ Is perfect for him. He can be hyperactive and grind on you the whole time. You’re not gonna shake him off when you’re so preoccupied with trying to stay upright. it’s the last round

“Two 둘”

> He lets go- Thanos and Nam-gyu ran without looking back. You wouldn’t have made it if not for someone snatching you their way. It was so quick you hadn’t even registered who saved you

> But Thanos does. Seeing you come out of a room with alone with Myung-gi?! He spent the whole time telling Nam-gyu how worried about you he was, and you were betraying him!

> Now you’re both angry for very different reasons. You want to upset him, and you know the easiest way is by voting X

> He starts tweaking, immediately assuming who you did that for, when O’s win he drags you back to their side

“MG-FUCKING-COIN, RIGHT?!”

“IS THAT WHY YOU WANNA GET OUT?! BE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

“WHO I FUCKING OWN!”

> Pushing you down infront of his bed he commands you to stay and the whole team walks out

“HEY! MG-Coin. was taking my money not enough?, you gonna take my girl too?!“

You don’t know what they did but he comes back less hostile, even pulls you up under him.

> You still sleep in his bed even though he’s mad. Not sure if that’s because of distrust after the vote or if he still thinks it’s doing something to Myung-gi. He did confiscate your blanket and put his 230 jacket over you

> He’s being sweet the next day. Brought food to you, even made his homies give up some of theirs

“Just do one more game.”

“I need to make money for our future together”

He’d try to guilt trip you with him being suicidal, say you’re ‘healing’ his soul.

“Don’t worry, ofcourse we’ll protect you!”

> And that’s why you better vote O tonight. You have a death wish if you’re not by his side when the lights go out. Understood?

> That night you hit O and immediately go hold onto him. Knowing to be doting since you’ll be with him longer, in more danger, if O’s win

> Instead it ended in a tie, that’s something even scarier. you’re dreading it getting late. Thanos says he’ll prepare you, he puts a pill in your mouth and takes 2 himself. You’ve never been high before

> That’s making you more nervous, plus the guilt that you should’ve been the vote that made X’s win. Then the room goes black. You start tripping. And Thanos isn’t next to you anymore

> You stumble up. The fluorescent light pulsing, everyone’s moving too fast, sounds of agony are being echoed. You weave through the dorm. You can’t tell if you’re really hearing your name until Thanos grabs you. Dripping with blood, he can’t wait to tell you what he just did.

> Revealing exactly how he and Nam-gyu had spent all day planning how they’d kill Myung-gi. Why the fuck are you crying right now? He’s providing for you. You should be grateful!

“WHATS UP?! YOU MISS HIM?”

“IF HE WANTED YOU HE WOULDN’T HAVE DIED LIKE A BITCH!”

> Denying it isn’t enough, fucking prove it. Go kill someone. Make a sacrifice to him.

> You’re still out of your mind, there’s no choice. He stands a few feet back and watches you take down a random X. You end up on the ground, sobbing, shaking, blood soaked. And he loves it-

> He yanks you up and takes you over to the corner wall. Riot still going on around you, he has too much adrenaline to wait. He wants to fuck you while myung-gi’s blood is still wet, you might still be crying- but whatever that drug was, it made you really want this

“You wanna know what the-ummgh-the last thing your boyfriend heard was?”

‘You’re mine..’ ‘all of it belongs.. to.. ME!’

> The room gets lit up, he scrambed his dick back in his pants when the guards filed in. Since you didn’t make him cum he leaves you there.

> By the morning you’re dopesick thanks to his drugs and can barely walk thanks to how deep he was stroking. He’s just annoyed you might slow him down in the next game

[tunapesto]

let's fall down together

[yeonjune]

(250522) D.I & TOPKEY ✙ "When the Day Comes" ending fairies

[ohseumi]

S.COUPS 230428 - req by anon

[hwanwooyoung]

[241108] Music Bank :: Over The Moon :: Yeonjun

[atlantis-area]

MINHO Ending Fairy - Came and Left Me (Music Core, 241109)