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[restlessmaknae]

know where to find me // yonghee

Sudden skin rashes don’t seem that daunting when the new boy at the medic shop is the shy and soft-spoken Yonghee who’s willing to help you whatever it takes.

➳ Characters: newbie medical practitioner!Yonghee x patient!female reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, slice of life, magical kingdom au, fantasy

➳ Words: 1.8k

➳ Warning: mentions of skin rashes, allergies

➳ A/N: This story was requested in my 1200 followers request event by the lovely @dat-town. Hope you enjoy it! 💖

➳ This story is part of my 'fall into you, my abyss' CIX magical kingdom series. The stories are loosely connected, so they can absolutely be read on their own including this story.

YONGHEE :: magical kingdoms au :: fantasy, fluff

newbie medical practitioner!Yonghee x patient!reader/you

Sudden skin rashes don’t seem that daunting when the new boy at the medic shop is the shy and soft-spoken Yonghee who’s willing to help you whatever it takes.

You were frantic when you noticed a skin rash come on suddenly, accompanied by uncomfortable itching. You didn't know why it happened and what triggered it, and you didn’t know what to do about it since it had never happened before.

So after finishing for the day at the bakery, you headed to the medic shop where you usually go, run by a sister and brother duo for quite a few years now. Your mother knew their mother as they used to work together, so it went without saying that you used their services just like your parents did. You usually visited them when your parents needed some medicine, not for yourself, but this time, it was for you only.

You only needed to wait a bit, and as an elderly man came outside accompanied by a young man who helped him out, you were next. Instead of the young man leaving with him as you expected, he stayed by the threshold and looked at you.

Oh.

Oh.

He was gorgeous, simply gorgeous. He had soft features that were still slightly boyish, but his jaw was defined, and you could see his muscles stretch in the tunic he wore. He had jet-black eyes matching his midnight-black locks, and you couldn’t help but notice that there was a mole under his eye, like a single star on the dark canvas of the night.

You were so mesmerised by his beauty that you barely realised that he spoke up.

“Good afternoon! Please, come inside,” the unfamiliar young man beckoned you inside with a gentle smile, but your legs didn’t move. Despite your bewitched state, you wondered if you were even in the right place because you had never seen him here.

“Excuse me, but… are you working here? I haven’t seen you here before,” you explained tentatively. As far as you knew, only Hyunsuk and his sister had been working here, and you hadn’t heard about anyone taking over the shop.

“Oh yes, I’m new here. My name is Kim Yonghee. I work alongside Hyunsuk,” he replied softly, his lips stretching into a tender smile. His smile was so pretty, so reassuring that you forgot for a few seconds that you were supposed to say something.

“Oh… good then,” you blurted out, a tad bit awkward, before walking inside the shop. It indeed looked the same with a bed, two chairs and a table beside a fireplace that was currently out of use due to the warm spring weather. There were some bottles, bowls and medical equipment on the nearby shelves, but you knew that their storage room was behind the door to the right.

You sat down in one of the chairs and Yonghee followed, so you were face-to-face which didn’t help the crazy beating of your heart. You were usually not this affected by boys around you, but he looked at you so patiently, so gently, you had a hard time formulating coherent thoughts.

“How can I help you today?” Yonghee inquired after a few seconds of silence, bringing you back to reality.

Oh right, you were actually here for a reason. You almost forgot.

“I had this sudden rash out of nowhere,” you started as you pulled up the sleeve of your dress, showing him the constellation of tiny red dots on your left and right wrists. “I don’t know why they appeared, and I don’t know what to do about them. I’ve never had anything like this before.”

“Are they itchy?” Yonghee asked as he examined the area.

“Yes, very much so,” you bobbed your head, and answered a few more of his questions regarding the food you ate that day, any plants you had come in contact with, any new clothes you tried on and such. Nothing unusual came to your mind, but he jotted down everything you said in a hefty notebook, and you replied to the best of your knowledge. Afterwards, he started preparing some kind of a cream for you, mixing things in a bowl.

When he was done, he came back to you with a small bottle and applied the cream on the affected area, massaging it into your skin in gentle circles. His touch sent pleasant shivers down your spine, but you tried your best to listen to his explanation.

“I’ve made a cream for you with aloe vera and camomile. They are anti-fungal, antibacterial ingredients and help soothe the skin in case of inflammation. We’ll wait a few minutes to see how your skin reacts to the cream, but if it doesn’t trigger an unwanted reaction, I’ll give you this bottle and you can continue applying it on your skin throughout the day. The itching should go away within a few hours, and the rash within one to two days at the latest.”

You listened to him attentively, trying to remember everything that he said. He inquired if you had any questions for now, and you shook your head. You didn’t want to sit there in utter silence while you were waiting for the cream to take its effect, so you asked him how long he had been working here. He said that it had only been a few weeks, and he had replaced Hyunsuk’s sister who had gone on to work at the palace.

Hearing that, you were a tad bit surprised, but now that you thought about it, you did hear a rumour about someone from the village who had turned out to be a magical medic, and since there weren’t a lot of medic shops - it was only this shop and a newly opened one run by a young woman -, you should have known that it concerned Hyunsuk and his sister. Since you were magic-free as others in the village, it was sometimes easy to forget that people actually had magic running in their veins in the kingdom and in neighbouring kingdoms. Magical medics were an example; they could use their special abilities to heal others, so they were exclusively working at the palace.

You did talk a bit more about how Yonghee had been working at his parents’ farm before, and how you were a baker, and you enjoyed getting to know him a whole lot. Not to mention hearing his shy little giggles and watching him with a fond smile when he covered his mouth while laughing because he was so timid.

You almost forgot why you had been there in the first place, but then, Hyunsuk came out of the storage room and put some bottles on the nearby shelf. As if woken from a stupor, you and Yonghee changed back to medic and patient, discussing the next steps since your skin didn’t react negatively to the cream.

You were a bit sad to leave the medic shop because you were just getting to know the boy better, but you knew that you would see him again because your parents needed their medicine fairly frequently. It didn’t mean that you couldn’t smile at the boy so giddily as you bid your goodbye and held the bottle of the cream close to your chest, already reminiscing about his dreamy eyes and gentle smile.

The rash went away in two days, but a week later, it came back again. You still had some of the cream Yonghee had given you, so you put some on it before visiting the medic shop again.

At first, you thought that it would be silly of you to go back when you actually had more left from the medicine Yonghee gave you, and when you still didn’t know why it happened. Then again, you thought that it was worth a try, so you went back - hoping that you would be tended to by the boy with the mole under his eye and tenderness in his smile.

Your lips curled upwards immediately when it was Yonghee who opened the door and beckoned you inside. The medic reciprocated your smile, and advised you to sit on a chair just like last time while he was inquiring about the reason behind your visit.

Hence, you explained to him that the rash came back, and Yonghee made you go through your day up until the rashes appeared, taking notes in the meantime. Then, he flipped through some pages of the notebook you had already seen last time, hummed in contemplation, then looked up at you:

“You’ve said that you’re a baker, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Last time, you mentioned that you made a lemon tart before noticing the rash, and today, you said the same. Do you often work with lemon or did you just start using it?” Yonghee asked as he tilted his head, waiting for your answer. You pondered a bit before replying because you did use lemon before - mostly in the batter for sponge cakes and muffins -, but you didn’t usually use lemon as decoration. However, now, the lemon tart had actual lemon slices on top, something that you did arrange with your own two hands instead of using gloves.

“Oh wow, that could be it!” You exclaimed, probably awfully excited for someone who had just been told that she might be allergic to lemon, but Yonghee just giggled at your reaction, and it made everything a whole lot more reassuring.

“I’m not saying you should experiment with touching lemons after this because you probably don’t want to, but I would advise you to use gloves when doing the decorations,” he suggested gently, and you wondered if he talked to everyone like that. He was sure to be good with kids and the elderly if he used that tone with everyone. When you listened to him speak, it felt like you could tell him everything, and he would do everything in his power to help you without being judgemental.

“Thank you so much. I will definitely follow your advice,” you promised with a wide smile, your insides melting at the way he smiled back at you. Gosh, just how could anyone be this pretty? This kind? This lovely?

You paid him for the service and you were about to exit the room when he called after you:

“If I’m wrong, and it happens again, you know where to find me,” he stated, coyly scratching the back of his neck. Your heart did a little somersault at his words, and your most confident side surfaced at the possibility of him wanting to see you again, so you decided to shoot your shot.

“I work at the bakery beside the sewing shop. Now you know where to find me, too.”

You turned on your heel to avoid seeing his reaction because you were already close to combusting.

Gosh, you might need to come back for heart issues at this rate!

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Reaction to you wearing their clothes

A/N: Requests open; Pairing: CIX Members x Fem Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive, Cursing Masterlists: CIX JPOP KPOP

BX

You let out a groan, not being able to reach your favorite mug from the top shelf in the cabinet, "Ugh why did he put it up here!" You mumble to yourself, before standing up on your tiptoes, stretching your body as far as you can. "Ugh, almost got i-" Your words trail off when you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you, you twist back to look at them. "Ehm, hey.." You say sheepishly as you're met with your boyfriend, Byounggon, feeling your face heat up because you know he can definitely see your underwear peeking out from his shirt you have on. "Well damn you look good in my shirt.. need help?" He asks, letting out a laugh, making his way over to you, grabbing the cup and placing it in your hands. "Baby! Next time don't put my mug so high up!" You playfully scold, causing him to smirk as he wraps his arms around your waist. "Oh I'm definitely putting everything up high from now on!" He says, shooting you a toothy grin.

Seunghun

"Hey jagi, can you bring me my charger??" Seunghun yells to you from your shared bedroom, causing you to playfully roll your eyes as you grab his charger. "Hun, just pause the gam-" You begin as you walk into the bedroom, stopping when you see the way your boyfriend is looking at you, eyes completely abandoning the game. "What..?" You ask, standing awkwardly in the doorway, he continues staring at you before a smile creeps onto his face. "You're wearing my hoodie?" He asks, a slight smirk evident on his face. "Y-yeah.. you said I could?" You say slightly confused, earning a laugh from him. "I did but I didn't expect you to actually do it.. I like it a lot.." He says, a blush creeping up his face causing you to smile. "Oh? You do?" You ask, making your way to him. "I didn't think you'd like it this much." You say, a smirk making its way on your lips as you plant a quick kiss on his lips before sprinting out of the room, Seunghun trailing behind you.

Yonghee

"Y/N! You look so cute !" Your boyfriend says excitedly when he walks in the door after seeing you wearing one of his hoodies. "Awh haha thanks baby. How was rehearsal?" You ask, cheeks flushed from his previous compliment, Yonghee lets out a laugh at your shyness as he sits next to you. "Jagi, I can't focus right now, you look too cute in my hoodie!" He says, pulling you into his arms. "You're so dramatic!" You say through laughter when his fingers start tickling your sides. "S-stop." You beg, laughter continuing to fill the air as he joins you. "Only if you promise to never wear another hoodie again, only mine." He says in a serious voice, earning an exaggerated nod from you. "Okay yes whatever you want!" You yell out causing his fingers to stop as he pulls you into his arms. "Good, I could get used to this." He says, running his fingers through your hair. "I love you" You say with a smile, giving him a gentle kiss, causing him to smile. "I love you too."

Jinyoung

"What is it babe?" You ask with a laugh, not expecting your boyfriend to look at you like that when you arrived with groceries. "I'm shocked! You look so good you look in my clothes! I didn't think I'd like it this much is all jagi." He says, turning towards you with a loaf of bread in his hands and a nonchalant look. "Why are you surprised? You saw me put it on this morning.. as a matter of fact you were the one who lost my shirt!" You tell him with a loud laugh, glaring your eyes at him as you remember your lost shirt. "Wh-me? I don't remember that, I don't know what you're talking about." Jinyoung defends, holding in his laughter as he looks away from you. "Okay.." You say sarcastically, teasing him as you wrap your arms around him. "Do you really like it when I wear your clothes?" You ask, he nods, returning your embrace before he looks down at you with a smirk. "Although, thinking about this morning.. I like you better without them." He says, earning a playful smack to the chest followed by laughter from both of you.

Hyunsuk

"Hey Y/N, what was that song called aga-" Hyunsuk's words trail off when he sees you laying on the couch in his over-sized t-shirt, his voice causing your head to fly up. You shoot him a confused look when you notice him looking at you. "What's wrong?" You ask as he continues his stare, causing you to sit up in an upright position. "Is that my shirt?" He asks, taking a seat next to you, a smile forming on your lips. "Yes! Did you really think I wouldn't take you up on it when you offered to share your clothes??" You ask with a big smile, bumping his much larger shoulder with yours, causing him to let out a small giggle. "I'm really glad you did.. you look so cute in my clothes jagi." Hyunsuk says sweetly, pulling you into his arms. "I don't think you'll ever get this shirt back though.. it's so comfy!" You tell him as you wrap your arms around him and look up at him. "You can keep it, it looks better on you anyways." He says, giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

A/N: They're so CUTE My requests are open! Feel free to request anything! <3

[seokmattchuus]

CIX getting jealous (fluffy ver.) - Reaction

A/n: Did I proofread this? I don't remember. Sorry in advance.

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Byounggon: *Gets in his feelings, really. Switches between silent treatment and complaining.*

"Me? Jealous?" He rolled his eyes with a scoff before walking away just to come back. "What am I? A middle schooler?"

Seunghun: *Definitely needs a lot of reassurance. Especially since he knows he's being childish about it.*

"I know it's stupid!" He pouted. "But I can't help it when I see guys looking at you like that."

Yonghee: *Stuck between wanting to be obnoxious about your relationship and keeping things lowkey.*

"We should get couple rings." He said before pausing. "Or would shoes be better since it's not too much?"

Jinyoung: *Lowkey mad about it. Goes everywhere with you from now on. Even when they're attending their schedules.*

"We can go get the coffee together." He smiled, his hand sliding into yours. "It won't take too long, anyways."

Hyunsuk: *Demands affection as compensation. Immediately. Will be pouty about it.*

"Pft." He scoffed as he looked back at the guy. "Can't believe he thought he had a chance."

[loveunt0ld]

[12:08 am]

it’s you

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when you first saw the boy with the mole under his eye, you thought that his partner in his past life must’ve loved kissing him there. as he saw you looking at him, he shied away, too scared to look back at you. he is the prettiest boy i have ever seen you thought to yourself. days went by as you learned his name was yonghee. some time after becoming very close to him, you’d come to the realization that he would occupy your mind. he lived in every thought. you got to know more and more about him as he slowly let you in. and over time, yonghee didn’t realize that he would come to find comfort in your presence. he would seek you out, looking for traces of you in everything he did. your presence felt like the sun rays peeking through the clouds on a gloomy day and oh, how he wished he could bask in that warmth forever. he spent his days hoping that time would never run out because there wasn’t enough time in the world when it came to you. every aspect of you was so endearing to him. to him, you were love. you were everything beautiful that the world had to offer. and then he knew, he just knew. it was so obvious that you fell first, but he fell harder.

[dat-town]

dilemma of love

Characters: Yonghee & female reader

Setting & genre: college au, academic rivals to lovers

Summary: The Prisoner’s Dilemma is a well known game theory concept applied widely but you haven’t seen it applied for love. You might be the first one to try.

Warnings: academic pressure and stress, MC cries at one point, narrative-heavy and a bit cringe ending. i tried to be as realistic with mathematics stuff as i could but it’s been a while since i took advanced math and it shows. good thing is, at least this way it's more understandable (hopefully)

Words: 2.9k

Author’s note: @restlessmaknae it was supposed to be posted 2 weeks ago (which would have made it funnier considering your Taiwanese story) but life happened, anyways <3

The Prisoner’s Dilemma is a well known game theory concept applied widely in economics, politics, even sports.

It goes like this: there are two criminals captured by the police that offer each of them a deal to either stay silent or testify against the other in order to lessen their own punishment. The criminals have to decide between these two choices but the outcome also depends on what the other does. If both of them stay silent, each of them gets a year of prison time. If they both testify, they get two. If only one of them testifies, he can walk away free while the other is sentenced for three years.

You were in high school when you first heard about this concept and it left you flabbergasted that the best response is to testify and betray the partner in crime because the consequences of choosing to stay silent would have potentially worse payoff. In game theory it’s called a strictly dominant strategy which means that both parties should choose to follow this strategy for their own interest. It’s the only Nash equilibrium in this hypothetical game because if only one of the criminals changes their strategies and the other doesn’t, they would be at disadvantage. Funny, isn’t it? Mutually staying silent would be overall the best choice (or at least the Pareto efficient one in the language of economics) but since it’s not rational for one’s selfish interests, it’s very unlikely to happen.

That said, you have a Prisoner’s Dilemma on your own too and his name is Kim Yonghee.

Yonghee became the bane of your existence during college orientation four years ago.

Not many people majored in Applied Mathematics, your year only had thirty or so freshmen, most of them guys as expected, yet everybody was floored by this one guy who apparently managed to score the highest CSAT score among all. It didn’t matter that you had the exact same score, not when you weren’t like him: charming with his small smile and pretty features, his voice so honeyed you feared cavities. No wonder he easily became the professors’ favorite too and the most seeked out tutor with his gentle explanations and quiet diligence. No matter what you did, you couldn’t catch up to him. You were always only the second best and you hated that satisfied little smirk in the corner of Yonghee’s mouth whenever he managed to best you time and time again in every debate or when he could solve complex problems quicker than you.

You thought (desperately hoped) that you would get rid of him once you graduate but of course he was one of the twelve people who carried on with masters studies and once again, he was a competition. This time, however, you had no plans on backing out, he couldn’t take everything that you wanted. Not when you planned to apply for the PhD program under the care of Professor Ryu who only took one doctorate student per year, so you had to be the best. You had to ace competitions and write publications on top of your classwork to stand out. Basically you just needed to beat Kim Yonghee.

He made it harder than expected though and not for the reason you would have thought so.

It all started when you were pulling all-nighters to do an assignment for extra credit but you were struggling to find ways to prove a theorem. You had already gone through the most common ways to prove something in mathematics including proving the opposite but to no avail. You came to the point that it might not be provable at all but Professor Ryu had never done you so dirty, so you refused to give up and search it up on Naver whether it’s one of those theorems. Especially because you heard that Yonghee had already handed in his paper.

But then what was he doing at the library around midnight if not to just bother you?

“You should get some sleep. I saw you almost fall asleep three times under a minute,” he said and if you didn’t know any better you would have thought it was concern lacing his words.

“Don’t tell me what to do. I need to finish this,” you muttered, not even looking at him as you tried to blink the tiredness out of your eyes.

“Want some pointers?” Yonghee asked, lingering around your table gingerly and that made you look up at him with a frown. He stood there in his knitted sweater, his hair soft-looking and fluffy, eyes kind and not at all tired despite the late hour.

“Don’t you dare!” You snapped because there is nothing more humiliating than getting help from the enemy.

The boy raised his hands in a defensive manner and turned to leave but before he actually took any step further, he put down a plastic cup of tea on your table, then he left before you could have questioned his intentions. You stared at the cup dumbfounded, realizing that it was not only still hot but your favorite brand and wondered how Yonghee knew that but then again you also knew that he was walking around with a ridiculous amount of iced americanos because you had seen it enough times during the last four years. It shouldn’t have made you feel special.

Ever since then you started to notice small things like that. Like the way Yonghee looks up every time you step into a classroom but looks away swiftly whenever your eyes meet. That he is the only one who has his full attention on you when you are in front of class explaining a solution, not even the professor is looking so closely. Or the way he randomly drops science papers in front of you with open for publication news. You used to think all of it is just to mock you, to prove his superiority once again but suddenly you aren’t so sure.

Especially not after that mental breakdown you had after your latest, most well-crafted article was rejected. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, you had been rejected by papers before but the feedback for this called your deduction and reasoning technique mediocre and that was the last drop in the glass before it spilled because that day was already shitty with your stomach hurting after something spoiled in your lunch and your landlord’s notification about raising the rent next semester. No matter how much you willed yourself not to not show it, the indifferent mask came crumbling down the moment you left the study room and re-read the rejection email.

That was how Yonghee found you, sobbing in the corridor more out of frustration than anything else. Of course he couldn’t just ignore you and walk away, no, he had the nerve to walk up to you and hesitate over touching your shoulder or patting your back but in the end he opted for keeping his hands to himself, hiding them in his jeans pockets.

“Uhm… do you need anything?” He asked, strained, almost too gently. You hated how sincere he sounded.

“Leave me alone,” you muttered, short-tempered through your silent tears. Your voice turned desperate though. “Please.”

You could tell Yonghee stalled and you wanted to snap at him once more for making you feel so small, so humiliated. But then he quietly passed you a pack of tissues and said:

“Allergy season is a real pain in the ass, isn’t it?” He asked as if you didn’t know he was smarter than to make such a mistake. It was nowhere near allergy season after all and you wanted to laugh at how ridiculous it was, that he gave you a chance to pretend that it was just allergies acting up and not you breaking down over a rejection letter.

You took a tissue gingerly, soaking your tears, patting your wet cheeks until there was only raw skin there and puffy, red eyes. Yonghee wasn’t looking at you though, he wasn’t making fun of you. He was with his back to you, his broad shoulders blocking you from the corridor’s view. His sudden and unexpected care made you feel conflicted and you suddenly weren’t even sure how to react. You decided to go with acting normal, like you would have done with any other person even if it wasn’t normal with you two.

“Thanks,” you mumbled after poking his shoulder, signaling him that he could turn around.

Yonghee nodded and there was worry in his eyes as he looked over at you.

“Do you… want to talk about it?” He asked tentatively as if he expected harsh words in response which, you had to admit, was a reasonable fear. But you were too sensitive and exhausted to pick another useless argument.

“Just a publication rejection. No big deal,” you shrugged, forcing yourself to be as nonchalant as you wished to feel inside.

“Oh, the Korean Mathematics Gazette?”

“Yeah,” you sighed and glanced at Yonghee sharply. “You don’t have to tell me, I’m sure they loved yours,” you muttered bitterly.

“Actually, they called my writing too prosy for a science paper and said that the topic I chose was unoriginal,” the boy snorted, which honestly stunned you because you never expected him to be someone who failed. Ever. He had always seemed so annoyingly perfect and yet, he took it so easily, as if he was used to it. You couldn’t help your surprise.

“Wow, really?”

“I guess they really hate the idea of publishing something from master’s students. I heard doctorate students get more chances,” Yonghee shrugged, unbothered, and even though you also heard the rumors, you still wanted to try out knowing that it would have had a big accomplishment in your personal statement for the PhD  programme.

“If somebody, I thought you would break that stigma,” you admitted  because even if you hated to admit it, statistically speaking Yonghee was the best out of your year. It shouldn’t have but the fact that even he wasn’t good enough for the Gazette made you feel better. Or well, not exactly the fact itself but that he told you about it. He could have stayed quiet and you wouldn’t have known.

“Come on, I’m not that good,” Yonghee shook his head and at times like this you couldn’t decide whether he was such a good actor to pretend or he was really that humble.

“You’re still better than anyone in our year,” you argued because that much you could admit. He really was the best which is both annoying and motivating. Annoying even more when he started to protest as if he didn’t know he was the best. You rolled your eyes at him. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy whenever you can rub it in that you’re better than me.”

Your accusation seemed to push Yonghee into defensive mode.

“I just think you look cute when you’re annoyed,” he blurted out and you whipped your head to look at him so quick you might pull a few joints in your neck.

“What?”

“Nothing,” the guy cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck shyly, redness coloring his skin. It was an unexpectedly cute look on him. “If it helps, it actually motivates me a lot to know that if I slipped up even just a little, you would beat my ass without hesitation,”

Oh. So he didn’t think that you were easy competition, he did think you were competition to begin with. It gave you more satisfaction than what you would have admitted.

The ringing of your phone broke the moment though but those last few words and the look in Yonghee’s eyes haunted you long after. It made you question everything you once thought of as axioms.

Numbers just make sense to you. You like how rational mathematics is, how unswayed and consistent. It has an explanation for everything. For Yonghee, however, it’s fun, he has told you before and you couldn’t get it. What’s so fun about it? Seeing you struggle over problems he can solve with closed eyes? He says he gets a boost of adrenaline whenever he can solve a problem, that it’s rewarding and this way you can understand the spark in his eyes when he gets to the solution first during classes.

You have no idea when exactly your annoyance turned into lowkey fondness and when you started looking forward to seeing him. At first after that conversation in the corridor, you were in denial, like no way you cared about him of all people, like jeez, you were better than falling for just his pretty face and sweet words… but then you had to realize that there was no point in lying to yourself. Not when prolonged eye contact made your skin feel heated and sent your heart into arrhythmia.

So yeah, numbers make sense to you but feelings don’t.

To confess or not, that’s your dilemma now.

Rationally, based on everything you learned about game theory strategies, you know that you shouldn’t say anything due to the possibility of getting rejected. This way the worst thing that could happen is that even though your feelings are mutual you never know because both of you stay silent. But you wouldn’t get humiliated either which is definitely something you would like to avoid. You have to see Yonghee almost every day because you share pretty much all your classes, so it would be terribly uncomfortable afterwards.

Yet, despite all rationality, all of your mathematical knowledge, knowing fully well that it would go against the advised strategy, you can’t help but wonder about the what ifs. What if you confessed? What if he felt the same?

It’s hard not to wonder when you catch Yonghee looking at you with something other than his usual amused smile or judging frown (or what you thought of as it at least). There’s something awed and fond in his eyes nowadays. It makes you hope foolishly, think that maybe he does feel the same. That maybe he also had a change of heart regarding you.

It happens in the most unexpected yet most you way.

Sometime during the semester you started to exchange brain-teasers, puzzles, mathematical equations with Yonghee, expecting the other to solve them. They got progressively harder and thus, more fun. That’s why you were very taken aback when you received the simple task to solve 128 times the square root of e to the power of 980. Other than the fact that e490 was a huge number, especially multiplied with 128, it wasn't difficult to solve, so you were quizzed, trying to figure out where the catch was.

It’s actually your artist roommate who figures it out faster. She looks over your shoulder to see what you are working so hard on and chuckles.

“That’s cute,” she says and your eyes widen, staring up at Yeojin who claims to hate mathematics with a burning passion.

“You know what’s this?” You stare at her and her mischievous smile.

“Oh yeah and you should definitely take a step back and think outside of the box.”

You are seriously starting to lose sleep over it, especially because Yonghee looks more and more nervous whenever you meet and you don’t tell him your answer. It’s driving you crazy what it could be, so eventually you do something you swore not to do, not when it comes to Kim Yonghee: give up.

“I’m done. I have no idea what this is supposed to be,” you throw your open notebook in front of the guy in the library, startling him in the middle of writing a paper or something. You don’t care. If you have to go one more minute without knowing what he wanted with this newest task you will seriously lose it.

“Oh,” Yonghee looks up at you with a sad, kicked puppy look and you seriously don’t get it. Shouldn’t he be happy, over the moon that you can’t present him with an adequate answer? “Are you uhm… sure? Like you aren’t just trying to be nice?”

What? What does this have to do with you being kind or not?

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this some kind of joke? Or like I missed a major update in the world of algebra?” You question, frustrated, and your classmate lets out a little (endearingly) awkward chuckle before he pulls your notebook in front of him writing down the equation he assigned to you.

“No, it’s… it’s just cringe but in my defense, it was Hyunsuk’s idea,” Yonghee says, clearing his throat as he slides the paper back to you. You stare down at the damned numbers, ready to snicker when the boy covers the top half of his writing with another paper and suddenly a whole different meaning is presented to you. It takes you aback and you look at Yonghee, waiting for him to laugh, to call it a joke but he doesn’t, he just stares back at you with big doe eyes, hopeful and your heart trembles in your chest.

“It is cringe, but…” you agree once you finally find your voice, trailing off. Gosh, you can’t believe you’re doing this. You take the paper back and grab a pen to write i < 3u * 2.

Really, it’s so you: confessing using a mathematical formula. No matter how cliché it is because it doesn’t matter, not when Yonghee’s rewarding smile is brighter than the Sun.

It’s proven then: that sometimes it’s worth going against the dominant strategy because in the dilemma of love, taking risks might lead to happiness you never knew.

[slytherinshua]

　　　cix masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　byounggon

nothing yet . . .

　　　　seunghun

nothing yet . . .

　　　　yonghee

nothing yet . . .

　　　　jinyoung

taste your lips (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: strangers to lovers. | wc: 1.1k

　　　　hyunsuk

nothing yet . . .

[blossominghunnie]

Can you write something cute and fluffy for cix yonghee please thank you

𝟎𝟏:𝟑𝟎

Pairing: idol!Yonghee x idol!fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Notes: Thanks for requesting, anon! Hope you like it. ☺️

Today had been quite stressful for the both of you. You were days away from your first comeback as a soloist and Yonghee was preparing for his group’s comeback as well. So you had been practicing harder than usual.

You were so exhausted that the only thing you wanted to do was sleep for days straight while cuddling with your boyfriend.

You opened the door to your shared apartment, Yonghee trailing behind you. Took your shoes off and walked slowly to the coach.

Then you literally fell on it, too tired to get to your bed. You got yourself comfortable and closed your eyes.

Seconds later you felt a weight on top of you and a tender kiss being placed on your forehead.

“Hi, baby.” You opened your eyes and looked at him with a loving smile.

“Hi, my love.” He responded mirroring your smile and rested his head on your chest. “Let’s nap before we order something to eat, okay?”

You nodded, feeling your eyes heavy.

And with that, you both fall asleep in your favorite position. The black haired loved sleeping like this because he said you were pretty comfy and listening to your heartbeats helped him sleep.

A few hours later you woke up to a loud bang. You sleepily opened your eyes and rubbed your knuckle against your eye.

You couldn’t see your boyfriend, which was odd, since he never woke up before you.

You heard a low groan and looked down to the floor, seeing him sprawled on the carpet.

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Yeah, it just hurts a little.”

“My poor baby.” You got up and helped him off the floor. You then laid next to each other on the coach and placed your arms around him. The black haired putting his on your waist, pulling you closer. “What happened?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just slipped.” He pouted. You laughed and kiss him softly.

“Hopefully like this you won’t fall again.” You both laughed and started to doze again, sleeping till the next day without any other inconvenience.

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[moooonandroses]

super shy

pairing: kim yonghee (CIX) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff

summary: where you aren't shy to show everyone how much you love yonghee and he'd get super shy about it.

word count: 228 words

warning: it's my very first time writing fluff so pls bear with me, other than that there's none.

author's note: like i said, it's my very first time writing fluff but lmk if you'd like more stuff like this. ^^

yonghee and you had been dating somewhere close to a year now and you couldn't feel more in love than you already were. and according to your extroverted personality, you didn't shy out of showing your love for your bambi, how you liked to call him behind his back. because you had made the mistake of calling him that to his face and you had to go get an ice pack for his cheeks, that even you thought were about to burst.

because you knew your boyfriend wasn't really keen on pda, you tried to not push his boundaries, but sometimes (most of the times) you couldn't refrain yourself from pinching his cheeks softly or kissing the same area when you thought he looked adorable, no matter where you were or who was with you.

"i'd tell you to get a room, but you guys look ridiculously adorable" had said seunghun once after you were playing and braiding with yonghee's pink hair while you were watching a movie with your friends. and although yonghee really wanted to tell you to stop but he really didn't want you to, he just felt shy that his friends were watching him be babied like that by you.

but you really couldn't help it, not when that adorable pink-haired was super cute and was all yours.

and yonghee, he'd get super shy.

[trdeobi]

( 𑱗𑱔 ) merry bad ending ʚ park sunghoon

SYNOPSIS...! when sunghoon remembers when he found happiness and inspiration in a blue haired girl called lee hyeri , her moon girl

TAGS...! producer park sunghoon ! × photographer girl oc ! , my own au !! ( all saga ) , slowburn , a lot of anggst , strangers to lovers , fluff , social media , crack

WARNINGS...! alcoholic people , anxiety attacks , strong language , emotional abuse , toxic relationships, overworking , not a happy ending , ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE

FEATURING...! enhypen members , gowon as oc ! , heejin from artms/loona , hyeju from loossemble/loona , some tbz members , sumin from stayc , byungchan from victon, mia as oc ! , bomin from golcha , minju as oc ! , yonghee from cix

STATUS...! on going

UPDATE TIME...! 1-2 a week !

PROFILES...! girls on top ! menz... ! enhacrew ! others !

CHAPTERS...!

one. wrong acc

two. enhacrew + yonghee

three . love-hate

four . do you have a song about it ?

more to be added !!!

[yunhohours]

click here for all cix mentions/content!

Prompts: (you can find the individual members tags for each type of prompt in the tag sections! i can't link them all without severely cutting into the amount of links i'm allowed per post, but they'll look something like: "#jinyoung fluff prompts" or "#seunghun smut prompts" <3)

Fluff Prompts / Smut Prompts / All Prompts

Reactions + More MTL - Have an Oppa Kink - M, R RXN - Sending Them Nudes - M, R HC - Top 5 Kinks - M, R HC - Pet Names - F, R

One Shots Don't Want to Leave Yet - M - Byounggon | Seunghun - 5k

you don’t want to go home, so you might as well fuck your best friends, right?

Reset - M - Yonghee - 3.4k

your tutor just might need to help you focus.

NOTE: if a link doesn’t pull up anything, it means that i don’t have any content for it yet - the links/tags used here will be the ones used!

[kcake555]

Yonghee cake 🍰

cix

[restlessmaknae]

fall into you, my abyss // cix magical kingdom series

Set in a fantasy kingdom where certain people have the ability to heal with magic, and where magical creatures can be found (maybe even in human form).

NOTES:

➳ The stories can be read on their own, but if you want to read all of them, the timeline is how you can find them below

➳ As always, these stories are a work of fiction, places/dates/family backgrounds etc. are fictitious

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➳ Series’ title comes from ‘458’

As a medic, you would have never let an unconscious, bleeding boy die in front of you, but by saving him, you actually tie yourself to him for life.

➳ Characters: soldier!Seunghun x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: romance, fluff, comedy, fantasy, magical realism, kingdom au, hybrid au

➳ Words: 14.7k

➳ Story link: you’re my fireflower [k.s.h]

Just as much as you would have liked to delude yourself into thinking that you could have anything together with prince Jinyoung, it would be simply impossible as long as you were a servant and he was a prince. Which meant that you could never do so.

➳ Characters: prince!Jinyoung x female court lady!reader/you

➳ Genre: romance, angst, fantasy, magical realism, kingdom au

➳ Words: 11.8k

➳ Story link: never forever [jinyoung]

As a princess in exile with a bad reputation, you can’t understand why Byounggon would want to spend time with you, but there’s no stopping him, let alone the feelings that he evokes in you.

➳ Characters: magical medic!Byounggon x princess!reader/you

➳ Genre: romance, fantasy, magical realism, kingdom au, angst, fluff

➳ Words: 10.2k

➳ Story link: came the light // lee byounggon [bx]

Sudden skin rashes don’t seem that daunting when the new boy at the medic shop is the shy and soft-spoken Yonghee who’s willing to help you whatever it takes.

➳ Characters: newbie medical practitioner!Yonghee x patient!female reader/you

➳ Genre: fluff, slice of life, magical kingdom au, fantasy

➳ Words: 1.8k

➳ Story link: know where to find me // yonghee

➳ FUTURE STORIES:

medic!Hyunsuk x rival shop medic!reader/you

[minghaoyoudoin]

Beach

pairing: boyfriend!idol!yonghee x non-idol!fem!reader

genre: sickening fluff, smut (minors gtfo)

words: 2.8k

warnings: soft dom!yonghee, fem-bodied!reader, mentions of yonghee working too hard, mentions of water and the ocean, yonghee abs hehe (the yabs, if you will), body worship, slight marking, kissing, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), semi-public oral sex, cum eating (sorta?), basically they're in love and we're all sad about it lol

requested: why yes indeed

a/n: my beautiful @shwazzberryswriting, this one is for you! sorry it took so long, life has been stinky recently lol. I hope you all enjoy this, I'm down bad for cix and I! fucking! love! them! keep an eye out for more yonghee, I've got a big one in the works 😈🖤

“Seriously, why did I let you convince me to do this?”

You giggled at the distress in Yonghee’s voice as waves soaked his pants up to his knees. His fingers gripped yours hard enough to bruise, but you didn’t mind. You held his hands with equal strength as you walked backwards through the surf, appreciating the warm sunlight on your face.

“You know you would much rather be here than in a meeting right now.” You replied to his rhetorical question. You savored the mild breeze that stirred the roots of your hair, coming in from the sea.

Yonghee grumbled something unintelligible at this, but you knew he agreed with you. His meeting at the company was important, but you’d managed to wrangle the other boys into covering for him so you could take your boyfriend to the beach. He worked so hard all the time, you knew the stress had to be getting to him—surely the company would survive with Yonghee gone for an afternoon.

“I should have just taken my pants off,” he lamented when rogue waves once again splashed up his legs.

“No one would complain about that.”

Yonghee rolled his eyes and you grinned. “Yeah, yeah. I swear you only want me for my body.”

You pretended to be offended and he laughed at the expression on your face. You rotated so you were facing the same direction as Yonghee, touching only at your hand still dwarfed in his. He smiled softly down at you, his eyes sparkling in the midday sun.

Your heart squeezed. Yonghee could joke all he wanted about you lusting after him, but nothing could describe the genuine affection you held for the boy. Since the beginning of your relationship last November, it was like your entire center of gravity had shifted.

He was unbearably sweet and considerate, probably the kindest human being you’d ever met. You still had trouble conceptualizing that he was yours, as you were his.

And in truth, though you joked about wanting Yonghee, nothing had happened between the two of you yet. You were content to take it slow if that was what he wished, though you had started wondering in recent weeks if his outlook on the matter was changing. His absentminded touches across your hair or back had turned lingering, and sometimes you caught him staring at you a little too long.

Your attention was drawn from your thoughts when Yonghee’s hand tightened on yours. You glanced up at him and your cheeks heated when you found him already looking at you. He smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“What was that for?” You scrunched your nose.

“Sometimes I wonder where you go in that little head of yours.” Yonghee released your linked hands so he could throw his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side. “What were you thinking about?”

Your cheeks were painfully hot now. “Nothing, nothing. Just glad I’m here with you.”

Yonghee scoffed softly but didn’t call you on your half-lie. He just walked with you through the surf, stopping only to roll his pants all the way above his knees. You braced your hands on his shoulders as he repeated the action for you. His fingertips trailed over your bare calves, raising chills.

You thought you both looked a little ridiculous with your pants rolled up so high, but Yonghee looked so content to be in the waves without getting them wet that you didn’t mention it. This was why you had chosen to bring him here, after all. He had access to basically everywhere, but how often did he have time to just be outside? No schedule, no cameras, just him.

He gazed out at the ocean as you watched him. You had the insane urge to poke the sweet mole beneath his eye with your finger. Or maybe the tip of your tongue.

Jeez, cool it. You silently chastised yourself, accidentally making your cheeks warm again.

You watched the idea slowly forming on Yonghee’s face long before he actually did anything. His eyes narrowed, just barely, as he watched the surf bubbling around your feet. His bottom lip jutted out in a subtle pout, then the corners curled upwards in a secret smile.

You had just opened your mouth to say something when he sprung away from you without warning. The world slowed as Yonghee kicked the wave washing up onto the beach. The spray soaked your front and you screeched in surprise.

He stood there for a moment, just watching with wide eyes as laughter bubbled from your chest. You looked down at your soaked front. Your faded jeans were darkened to navy, your white shirt nearly see-through.

“Oh, you…” identical grins formed on both of your faces as you each dared the other to move first. “You are dead meat, pretty boy.”

Yonghee released a sound that could only be described as pure, unbridled joy as he turned and ran. You sprinted after him, still shin-deep in the surf. He laughed breathlessly, looking back at you over his shoulder every couple seconds.

God, he was fast. Stupid, ridiculous long legs.

He stooped and used both arms to splash water in your direction. You couldn’t be bothered to stop running to avoid it—you wouldn’t have been able to check your speed anyway. So you ran through the cascade of saltwater he sent flying at you, cackling as you ran around him.

Yonghee was up and following you in a second. And you realized immediately that this had been a mistake.

Because the very fast, stupidly long-legged boy was now chasing you.

You screeched, adrenaline bursting inside you as Yonghee easily caught up with you. His arms wound tightly around your waist, half-lifting you out of the water as you kicked the air.

Your flailing feet managed to meet the water again, showering you both in the spray. Yonghee released you at last and you turned to face him.

You were both drenched, crusted in drying salt and sand alike. His hair hung into his eyes, water dripping onto his cheeks as he grinned down at you.

He took a wet strand of your hair between his fingers and laughed. “You’re soaked.”

“Whose fault is that?” You playfully shoved his chest and tried not to think about the lean muscle you felt beneath your palms.

Yonghee caught your wrists in his hands and held them against him. You raised onto your tip-toes so he could press a soft kiss to your mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and the sea, and even if you would taste it for the rest of your life, you would never be able to get enough.

He allowed you to teasingly push him away this time. You bunched his wet shirt in your hands and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“We can’t send you back to the company looking like this, you know.”

He peered down at himself, using the opportunity to shake his wet hair in your face. He raised his head and looked up and down the beach. Other than the two of you, it was deserted.

Yonghee stepped away and walked a little ways uphill, out of the reach of the waves. And then, your sweet boyfriend did the unthinkable.

He grasped the hem of his shirt and shucked it off with a muted slurp.

You stared in stunned silence, more than aware that your jaw was hanging open. His back was leanly-muscled and tan, scattered with occasional moles that matched the one beneath his eye. Beautiful didn’t dare do him justice.

Yonghee turned and the smile on his face faded a bit upon seeing your expression. “What happened?” He asked, his voice colored with concern.

You pieced your sanity back together long enough to answer. “Uh, you… took your shirt… off.”

You were a genius for that one, truly.

He turned to face you fully and your stomach clenched. Yonghee was far more toned than you expected, regardless that you already knew he was a dancer. Of course he was fit. Though the breeze was balmy at worst, there were faint chills covering Yonghee’s skin beneath your gaze, his nipples peaked like he was cold.

“Your turn.”

That snapped you out of your trance. “Huh?”

Yonghee gave you his usual sweet smile, but there was a glint in his eyes that you had only seen a few times before. Namely, the instances you’d caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t looking.

“We can lay them out on the sand to dry.” He explained. “If you dragged me all the way out here, we might as well stay to enjoy the sun.”

You rolled your eyes. Despite the fact that his idea was a good one for logical reasons, your tummy was now painfully warm.

As he had, you grasped the hem of your shirt and quickly tugged it off before you could change your mind. You were left only in your white bra, a simple number with a tiny bow between your breasts, but Yonghee’s eyes widened.

He swallowed thickly. Wordlessly, he took your wet shirt and laid it out beside his on the sand. You stood awkwardly, a little unsure what to do with yourself, and resisted the urge to cross your arms over your chest.

Yonghee approached again until there was less than a foot between your bare skin and his. “Are you… okay?” He breathed, his voice strained.

“Yes.”

You watched his expression as his eyes drifted away from your face. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, his hand lifted so his fingertips could drift over your stomach. Warmth pooled in your core at the sensation, his touch feather-light and still a little wet with seawater.

His fingers trailed higher, leaving chills in their wake, until he toyed with the bow between your breasts.

“Yonghee?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

Yonghee’s eyes snapped up to your face again. Some of the tension in his shoulders relaxed a bit when he saw your smile, but the hand which had been timidly exploring fell to his side.

“Sorry.” He breathed. “You’re just… stunning.”

Fondness swelled in your heart. Would this feeling ever go away? You hoped it wouldn’t—this raw happiness that only Yonghee seemed to be able to draw out of you.

You raised both your hands, questioning with your eyes. Yonghee nodded once. His breath caught lightly when your palms flattened against his toned stomach, your fingers gently curling around his waist.

His skin was warm beneath your hands. Your tryst in the sea had left you a little chilly, despite the midday sun, and you instinctively leaned into his heat as you sought more of it.

Yonghee’s hand raised to cradle your jaw. You hardly dared to breathe as he leaned in, his lips slotting against yours with heartbreaking softness.

The kiss felt like coming home. You sighed deeply and rested your forearms on his broad shoulders, allowing your fingers to tangle into his damp hair. Yonghee’s tongue gently prodded your bottom lip, testing, tasting, as his arms wound tighter around your waist.

Warmth blossomed in your core at the sensation of his bare skin against yours. It was intoxicating, that feeling—it was the first time you had done something like this with him but you already never wanted it to end.

A soft mix of a moan and sigh left your lips when Yonghee’s hands drifted hesitantly lower, stopping when they rested on your ass. He kneaded your pillowy skin gently and your knees instantly began to shake.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could take this unhurried exploration of each other. You needed him more than you’d ever needed anything in your entire life.

Yonghee, apparently, agreed. His mouth moved against yours with increasing urgency, his arms squeezing you so tightly to his body that it took your breath away. Not that you minded, considering you were behaving much in the same way.

You whimpered at the hard length you felt pressed against your stomach. You were pleased to know that you affected him as deeply as he did you, if that were even possible. Yonghee groaned when you rolled your hips against him in an attempt to provide some friction.

“Please, please,” he murmured as he held your cheeks between both his palms, “I want you. I can’t stop thinking about you—” Yonghee left a trail of wet kisses down your throat to the curves of your breasts. You scratched his scalp with your nails, breathing heavily each time his lips left a mark.

“Have me, then.” Your reply was breathless, and Yonghee wasted no time obeying.

He laid you gently on top of your damp t-shirts, still drying on the sand. Your thighs instantly parted to accommodate him as he slotted himself between them, his mouth still roving across your collarbones.

You squeezed your eyes shut as he worked his way lazily down your body, pausing to dote on every inch of your skin within his reach. His long fingers pressed hard into your hipbones like he was trying to ground himself.

You gasped when his fingertips ghosted over your pants, slowly unrolling each leg of fabric at a pace that drove you wild. When he was finally done, he hesitated again, his face hovering mere inches above your pelvis.

He planted a soft kiss over the button. “Can we take these off?”

Your cheeks heated as you nodded hurriedly. Yonghee easily undid the button and slid your pants down your legs, trailing his tongue down your leg as he went. The instinct to cover yourself was enormous.

He hadn’t even removed your panties, but the expression on his face set your body tingling as he stared at your dripping center. Like it was an instinct, he dragged the tip of his finger over the cotton and smiled when your body jolted.

Yonghee kissed your inner thigh, then the other, before his lips brushed your clothed clit. You couldn’t help the airy moan that escaped your throat. You were already so sensitive—you were wet to the point of discomfort, the warmth between your legs aching to be soothed.

He pushed your panties to the side so his fingers could tease your entrance. You could feel his eyes on your face every second as they experimentally pushed in. Your arousal made the movement easy and you tensed when his fingertips nudged your swollen g-spot.

“Like that?” He whispered, his words followed by another kiss to your clit. The sound of his voice, low and breathless, made you clench around his fingers.

“Yes, Yonghee, god, just like that…” you panted. He thrusted his fingers in again, this time setting a rhythm that had you writhing. His lips sealed around your clit, gently sucking while his tongue moved in delicate circles around it.

You unintentionally tugged at the roots of his hair and Yonghee groaned against you. You weren’t expecting the vibrations, nor how incredible they felt as they ricocheted through your stomach.

His pace didn’t falter once. Yonghee continued to moan onto your clit, the lewd sounds broken by his muttered praises about being good for him or taking him so well. You felt your orgasm steadily ratcheting higher inside you, your walls repeatedly fluttering around his fingers.

“Please, cum on my tongue. Want to taste you so bad—” Yonghee’s dirty words were by far the filthiest you’d ever heard come out of his mouth. They set off fireworks in your blood, your skin impossibly warm and sensitive as he drove you closer to your high.

“Shit, I’m—I’m—” You couldn’t even manage to get a full sentence out.

Yonghee nodded eagerly, the movement only causing his tongue to move more firmly against you. He added a third finger, scissoring you open as his middle finger continuously thrusted against your g-spot.

You came with such intensity that your entire body locked under the weight of it. Your toes curled and eyes screwed shut, your mouth parted in a perfect o. Your hips jolted against Yonghee’s lips as he languidly licked you through it, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could.

When you at last couldn’t take any more, you gently pushed him away by his shoulders. Yonghee gazed up at you beneath his lashes, his eyes glazed and a little unfocused as he smiled. His lips and chin shone with you, a sight which instantly made you desperate for him again.

“Let’s go home.” You rasped, your voice rough.

Yonghee raised an eyebrow, his lust-glossed eyes clearing a bit in his confusion. “Why?”

You unceremoniously stood, carefully disentangling him from your legs as you went. You were more than a little grateful that no unsuspecting passerby had discovered you in the past ten minutes.

It wasn’t until you had cleaned yourself from his face with your shirt and re-clothed yourselves that you answered.

“Because I want you to fuck me. And when that happens, I do not want sand involved.”

And surely you had never seen anyone move faster than Yonghee as he hauled you back in the direction of the car.

You’d have to convince him to ditch the company more often.

thank you for reading, party animals! please like or reblog if you enjoyed it and STAN CIX!!!

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© minghaoyoudoin 2022 - all rights reserved. reposts/translations not allowed. I do not assume to know the personal lives of the idol(s) depicted in this fic, this is for entertainment purposes only!

[seokmattchuus]

CIX Reaction to meeting their baby for the first time

A/n: Full request was "Can i request a CIX reaction where older S/O is pregnant after a one night stand, and later they meet the baby after its born?"

- Requested -

Byounggon: *Can't help but stare in shock, unable to find the words to say for such a moment.*

"I still can't believe it." He trailed off as he watched you rock him. "He's just so...small."

Seunghun: *Smiles fondly at the scene of you booping the baby's small nose.*

"I guess we won't be sleeping much anymore." He joked softly. "Not that I mind."

Yonghee: *Spent your whole pregnancy excited to meet her, but now that she's here, the reality sets in.*

"She's perfect..." He trailed off, feeling a sudden pressure on his shoulders. "Our little family's perfect."

Jinyoung: *Too overwhelmed with emotions he you pass the baby to him, only able to notice her little face.*

"Look," He smiled softly as he kissed her forehead before looking back up at you. "She has your eyes."

Hyunsuk: *Thinks she's the most beautiful little thing in the world. Nothing out there could be better.*

"Now that she's here," He smiled as he watched her. "None of the names we thought of seem perfect enough."

[seunghunney]

‘my darling’

pairing: kim yonghee x you

requested: yes prompt- ‘i love holding you, my darling’ (from prompt list here )

words: 80

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[9:07 am] you woke up to light kisses to your forehead as the sunlight peeked through the curtains. your eyes fluttered opened up to the sight of your sleepy boyfriend, yonghee.

he looked so adorable in his sleepy state, eyes slightly swollen, hair sprawled across the pillow, his face masked a look of adoration whilst his lips held a lazy smile on them.

‘i love holding you, my darling’.

his soft voice sending shivers down your spine. you grabbed his hands that were wrapped around your waist and interlaced your fingers, responding

‘and i love you, my baby’.