#cravity x y/n

[ethereal-engene]

the rainy night | jungmo

pairing: bf!jungmo x gn!reader

genre: slice of life, comfort, and fluff // warnings: brief mentions of anxiety

summary: Jungmo doesn’t take long to realize that you can’t sleep because of the thunder, so he does his best to help you sleep.  // word count: ~700 

note: It is actually raining quite bad here when I’m writing this and the rumbling feels like it’s shaking everything 😭

Most nights when you sleep with Jungmo, it takes less than 25 minutes before you fall into a deep sleep. Something about the warmth of his arms around your waist and your back against his chest is enough to send you into much needed sleep. Not to mention how soft your bed is, especially with his totoro plush.

Not to be biased but it is one of your favorite plushies that he has. Just when you thought he couldn’t get any cuter, he revealed that he had this plush. 

You frequently take it with you around the apartment when he’s not home yet because it smells like him, but also reminds you of those late night video calls where he would just laying with it in his arms. Wishing that it was you and you wishing the same. Fast forward to a couple months later, you two moved in together. So now, he doesn’t use it as much because well you’re here now to actually cuddle with him. 

Despite today being a long day for you, you just couldn’t sleep with the ongoing rain storm passing by. Not to mention the sound of the claps of thunder kept shaking and rumbling the entire place. They were constantly happening and with you not being able to effectively lessen the noise, you kept having to place your hands over your ears. 

You and Jungmo still weren’t heading to bed yet but sitting in bed while on the phone. He had noticed that you would cover your ears as soon as lightning would flash across the sky and create a sudden burst of light that lit up the room.

And as one would guess the rumbling noise did shortly follow after the lightning struck the sky. Normally the thunder and lightning aren’t so bad but this storm was happening over the course of Thursday through the weekend, so it wasn’t going anywhere. Jungmo wasn’t sure what to do but it didn’t take long for him to notice that it was going to later become another problem if you were trying to sleep. Plus, he knows that you’re tired and would like to at least make sure you’re able to get the best rest possible under his care. 

It’s the least he could do for you and knows you would do the same for him after a long day.  He’s about to offer some sleep headphones before you practically jump on him because of the sound. Your heart nearly jumps out of its chest and is beating fast. It doesn’t seem to slow down until he grabs a hold of your hand to let you know that he’s here for you. Unsure if he can feel the heart beating, you do your best to take deep breaths and realize that everything will be okay & it’s just a little bit of thunder and lightning. 

He starts to rub your back in hopes that it’ll help calm you down and whispers “I’m here and all will be okay.” Hearing his voice brings you out of your head that was racing back and forth about how the rain could bring a blackout or worse. Eventually, your breathing starts to even out and you lean into his chest. 

“Are you feeling better now? We can always watch something so that you’re not hyper-focused on the rain!” Jungmo asks you with soft eyes. 

You respond with a shake of head and respond to him with “Yeah, I am. Thanks for that and no we don’t have to watch anything. I think the sound of your heartbeat is more comforting right now. If you don’t mind, can I sleep on your chest tonight?” 

“Of course, my love. Plus that just means I can give you more forehead kisses!” 

You chuckle and a heartfelt smile graces both of your faces. Not long after, you fall asleep first as his heartbeat lulls you to sleep. When he’s positive that you’ve arrived in dreamland, he plants a kiss on your forehead and makes sure that you’re in a comfortable position, Jungmo closes his eyes with a peace of mind.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 ꒱ 마앨런

summary : trying on clothes for your boyfriend

genre : fluff, allen x afab!reader tws : language, kissing, pet names author notes : big lack of cravity content from me, i apologize word count : 0.6k

you studied yourself in the mirror, a simple, yet trendy and chic outfit on. you'd been looking for a new outfit for summer — just because — your boyfriend eager to join you on your free day off; as he's watched you scroll endlessly online with his head on your shoulder.

you had a elegant, cream-colored top on. the sleeves were loose, hanging down farther on the underside like a waterfall. it wasn't exactly cropped, or full-length, hitting just above your hipbones and hugging your figure nicely.

you always had a bittersweet relationship with dressing rooms, but maybe it's because there was someone who lived for you and loved you unconditionally just on the other side of the flimsy curtain that kept your mood at bay.

"baby!" you called, earning no response. your eyebrows furrowed momentarily, "allen?" you asked as you pulled back the black cloth.

he wasn't around, so you stepped out, looking around the corner. you waited a moment with a pout on your lips, wondering where he wondered off to. did he get bored waiting? no, he probably just had to go to the bathroom or something. you brushed it off, opting to take a picture for him once back inside. however, that thought was cut short as he rounded the corner with what, in its folded state, looked like a black dress.

"oh, hi!" you instantly started smiling, "what's that?"

he stood there, smiling back at you before explaining, "i know you have a lot of dresses and said that you were looking for other stuff but, i really couldn't stop looking at —" he pointed to the shirt you had on, derailing, "that's really cute, baby, you should get it." he let the dress unravel, holding it up slightly so it didn't drag, revealing a body-con dress to your eyes, "and i'll get you this!"

you didn't have many tight dresses, especially not in cotton material, but there was something about the look in his eyes that gave you confidence.

"sure, let's try it on." and he began to his designated seat after handing over the unwrinkled fabric, but you had other ideas. "nuh uh..." you laughed, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with you.

despite his words, he didn't put up much protest at all, "b-baby, im not supposed to —"

"i said let's try it on."

the room wasn't small, but it was cozy with two people in it. you giggled, pushing him against the wall to make more space, and giving the dress back.

"babe, you could just show me once you're done. i won't disappear this time," he whispered at you, face getting closer to yours as you started to pull the shirt over your head. "i promise."

you paused your movements, pretending to be stuck with your hands above your head and face covered.

"but, i need your help." you stumbled towards him, chests bumping and causing a laugh which loosened the tension. "look, i'm stuck."

"shut up." he laughed, grabbing the seam and pulling it the rest of the way up your arms. "here, now put this on — since i'm here, i want to see."

you took your leggings off, putting them on the small corner bench that kept hitting you in the back of the knees.

"since you're here..." you mocked, pulling the black dress up your body as he watched with what could only be described as hearts in his eyes.

you straightened out the fabric, it hitting the floor by your feet (but if you were wearing tall shoes it would be perfect). you huffed, standing straight, "what do you think?"

his hands gripped your waist, pushing you back slightly as he strained his head like he was trying to get a better look at you.

"damn, this must've been made for you." you grabbed him by the cheeks, leveling his head with yours and pressing a peck to his mouth. "lets go on a date... like right now."

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COMMUNITY

SYNOPSIS ⤏ mark, desperate to talk to the cute girl in his japanese class, forms a study group. who knew that other struggling college students might want to join a study group?

PARING ⤏ nonidol!mark x nonidol!fem reader

GENRE ⤏ smau, rom-com, fluff, college au, slowburn

FEATURING ⤏ mark, donghyuck, jaehyun, jungwoo, and johnny from nct 127, julie from kiof, kim jiwoong from zb1, minnie from idle, and allen from cravity (+ mentions of a TON of other idols)

FACECLAIM ⤏ faceclaim for y/n purely for picture purposes!! (@ 0ki0h on ig)

WARNINGS ⤏ swearing, sexual and kys/kms jokes, pls ignore timestamps 💔, mentions of jaehyun being a stoner, more to come

STARTED ⤏ 9/21/2024

STATUS ⤏ ongoing ♡

NOTE ⤏ community is literally my favorite sitcom, so when their tiktoks started popping up on my fyp, i couldn't resist making a smau inspired by it 🥴

PROFILES & CHAPTERS

STUDY GROUP | MEAN GORLS | BIBLE STUDY

prologue. try it bite it lick it spit it

001. i could literally kiss u

002. i love ur brother too (469 wc)

003. they're not soundproof (1046 wc)

004. what the fuck am i chopped liver (653 wc)

005. seize the day

006. DAY SEIZED (821 wc)

007. the apple of my eye

008. thanks soso much

009. alpha i need you......

010. WHY NTO

MORE TO COME

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[miumura]

— ✦ OH MY ! - BERMUDA LINE SMAU

✦ SYNOPSIS : Despite being okay with being single, your friend Ningning can’t help but feel sad for you. So, as her job as a matchmaker, she sets you up for a blind date! Not being able to refuse, you got ready for this date … but why is there three men in front your house ?!

⤷ not one, not two, but three guys show up to your doorstep, claiming that they are your blind date.

➷ THE DATES! — model!younghoon , model!hyunjae , model!juyeon x fem!reader

ִ ۫ ₊ MATCH IN MAKING 📄 . . : social media au, non-idol au, blind date au, strangers 2 lovers, fluff, crack.

𝄞 DETAILS — possible random timestamps, use of kys + kms jokes, friends may jokingly bully each other, will add more if there’s anything else!

… INCLUDING . . : ningning from aespa, eric + chanhee from the boyz, sieun from stayc, serim from cravity, yeonjun from tomorrow x together.

☏ NOTE - you may be wondering , um soph don’t you already have oh my posted? well, after putting it onto hold, i wanted to to revamp it a little bit (well, a lot..)! had to do my first tbz smau right!! there will definitely be some changes in this smau!! there still will be the old ver up :) enjoyyyy sjjsjs

and obviously, this smau is dedicated to kayla (whose been asking for it since last year), sia (who was thinking abt stanning tbz bc of this , i am quite honored), sona (obv!!)

STATUS — ONGOING | FEB 26 2024 TO ???

➷ AND THE MATCHING STARTS ⌞ CHAPTERS ⌝

ෆ PROFILES ! the lunatics [y/n] | the famous [bermuda]

DATE 001 — 0 hoes but 100% swag

DATE 002 — THE model trio

DATE 003 — some shady business

DATE 004 — errr is this the set…?

DATE 005 — truly embarrassing

DATE 006 — gut never lies

DATE 007 — living that #double life

to be added …

note : unpublished chapters may have their names changed!

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[juyomiao]

FIREWORK - P. SUNGHOON

park sunghoon x idol!reader

★ synopsis newly debuted 5th gen girl group CUP!D from starship entertainment is under everyone's eyes as their debut song 'love dive' goes viral both domestically and internationally ; all is going well until the group's main vocalist, y/n, gets exposed for her old stan… hate account?

☆ featuring enhypen , ive , cravity's seongmin hyeongjun and taeyoung

★ genre smau , idol au , fluff , crack , angst , enemies (?) to lovers

☆ warnings kys/kms jokes , death threats (joking)(most of the times) , my shitty humor , cyberbullying (nothing too heavy) , more specific warnings will be added to each chapter , fromis_9's hayoung as a placeholder for yn's pics

★ status discontinued :(

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★ note firework like the &team song not the katy perry song (ray told me to say this) ,, working on an smau makes u anxious ? why not start writing another one !! im taking care of myself i swear 🫶🏻 the group name i came up with might be ass but theres a specific joke i can make with it

MASTERLIST

(chapter titles might be subject to change as the fic goes on)

★ profiles [CUP!SS] / [cool men (real)] / [pick me girls]

01 ♡ wonception

02 ♡ gay son

03 ♡ apology letter with tears

04 ♡ #ynOUT

05 ♡ what are we

06 ♡ leash kid

07 ♡ like the stayc song

08 ♡ menstrual cup brand

09 ♡ quadratic equations

10 ♡ illiteracy

11 ♡ homie hopper allegations

12 ♡ first day at gay high school

13 ♡ reddit aita

[more to be added]

[gluion]

here’s much to do with hate, but more with love ➵ lee sangyeon & lee hyunjae

non-idol!lee sangyeon x reader, non-idol!lee hyunjae x reader

when you land the lead role for your university's upcoming play, you expect your scene partner to be your best friend, lee hyunjae. but when your eyes discover a different lee beside romeo montague's, you're certain that the universe is not on your side.

genre/warnings ➵ enemies to lovers, slight friends to lovers (kind of), afab reader (they/them pronouns), university au, theater au (?), suggestive themes, drinking, pet names (sweetheart), huh yunjin is your bestfriend, i don't remember much from physics so my bad if angular momentum is not taught in college (or probably a basic lesson), kevin moon is the director and kibum from shinee is the teacher advisor, three different scenes and one flashback, p1harmony cravity twice and ive cameo too, theater kids do know how to have fun!, sangyeon macbeth burn, the scottish play is macbeth btw, theater superstitions mentioned!!

word count ➵ 6.1k words

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a/n ➵ here's my submission for the secret santa fic exchange of the deoboyznet! i got daisy @daisyvisions <3 i hope you enjoy this, and i hope i got to fulfill your request (and did justice to sangmil) <3 thank you to @vernyangel and @winterchimez for betareading this <3 also thank you to @shegotthewoobies and @sizzlingdino for sharing your theater knowledge <3 much love <3 i'll definitely consider writing a part 2 for this fic if anyone wants it :') for everyone, please don't forget to reblog (even if it's in your tbr) and leave feedback <3

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To exist is to perform. At every waking moment—every second, every location, every play—is an audience ready to witness an act, regardless of whether they attended the first act or came in the middle of the third. To exist is to perform. No matter what role you signed up for, you’re left to act as your own backstage crew, cast, and director. To exist is to perform. There’s no such thing as intermission for the crowd remains rooted in their seats. To exist is to perform. You’re born an actor; nothing can change that.

There’s an unwritten contract that comes with being an actor; it is to understand your role and scene, and then immerse in what your character is undergoing. Let the curtains draw back and feel. And most of all, never allow the audience or your castmate to disrupt the show.

(It didn’t matter if you were performing for someone or no one. The roles you undertake are made for you, after all; it’s only right to perform, perform, perform.)

(And regardless of the nature of the role—ensemble or lead, it didn’t matter because they held their own value—you knew to perform it as if it were your last show. But you’ll never allow yourself to be a ham; you would rather have someone exclaim the official name of “The Scottish Play” in the theater—scratch that, you would rather hear “good luck” at every opening night.)

For today’s play, you’re left with a monotonous role—a university student forced to listen to the blabbering of a lecturer as they teeter on a tightrope. At any second, you swear you could almost slip and fall into slumber, but the sound of your professor clearing his throat is what has you scrambling back into focus. 

“So, angular momentum.” God, you need to get out of here.

Before you can find yourself falling back into your thoughts, the table vibrates. You look down at your phone to see a text from your best friend.

jennikirin: GIRRRLLL… jennikirin: i just heard that sir key posted the casting list

Your eyebrows shoot up. With hands quick to grab your phone and type out a reply, the voice of your professor turns into elevator music.

y/n: HUHHH isn’t that supposed to be coming out next week??? jennikirin: YEAA but zuha told me that sir key and kevin wanted it up early just so they could start preparing for the production jennikirin: jichang told her btw HUEYIQEYE y/n: IMCRYAINDG!?!@?@ y/n: fuck ME now i have to sit through the rest of this class knowing that the list is out already??? jennikirin: DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED i’m stuck with sir son in stupid econ…  jennikirin: like I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOU GREGORY MANKIW!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! y/n: i’m learning about stupid angular momentum under sir won… y/n: like i’m only here because ITS A GENERAL SUBJECT!!! I’M AN ADVERTISING MAJOR?? jennikirin: nvm sir son is dismissing us early 💗 i’m bolting to that corkboard see ya y/n: FAWK YEWWWW

All you have to do is follow through with your role until the curtains draw close—a simple task that seems impossible to complete. If your knees were to hit the ground and your hands would come together in a prayer position, would the performance be life-changing that the show is cut short? Could you be free from your duty as an actor playing a student?

(And it’s funny because you spent countless hours studying and praying to get into this university; you were in no position to complain.)

“That’s it for today’s class! Please make sure to read up on—”

You were out of the classroom before you could hear your professor’s full announcement. The details of your next assignment don’t matter when your fate is stored in a paper posted on a corkboard.

(Though, you know it is a lie. You did need to pass Mr. Won’s class to get your degree, and you didn’t want to go through Physics a second time.)

The hallway is filled with rumbling students, off to go to their next class or itching to get some food during their break in between. As you made your way through, you could only spit out half-hearted excuses—Sorry! Just passing!—as you bumped shoulders with strangers. Different looks were thrown your way, apologetic and scornful ones to name a few.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you look down to see a text message from Yunjin. A sigh leaves you as you type out a reply while walking.

jennikirin: I JUST GOT HERE jennikirin: WRU y/n: OTW WAIR FIR ME jennikirin: BITCHHHH OKAY

Once you’ve made it out of the sea of extras, you can spot the brown corkboard surrounded by a crowd of students, and you can see your ginger-haired friend looking down at her phone. She’s pacing around, struggling to not look at the cast list.

“Huh Yunjin!” Her eyes land on you as you call out her name. You scurry your way to her. “Sorry! The hallways were packed.”

“It’s fine! Now, we need to check the casting list. I was practically dying not looking at it.” She tugs on your arm, maneuvering you both closer to the paper plastered on the corkboard. As she says excuses, you spot familiar faces leaving with different expressions—joy and disappointment to name a few.

You can spot Yoon Keeho and Hwang Intak walking away, sighs of relief leaving them. Shoulders down are what Kang Minhee and Ham Wonjin sported, a teary-eyed Song Hyeongjun trailing behind the two. Faces of those you knew during your time in countless productions, and others you’ve only met during auditions; they’ve read the paper that had their fates.

Every step is a dreadful one as you trudge your way through the crowd. (Or you could say being dragged by your best friend.) But before you can attest, you find yourself facing Yunjin, both of you only one look away from finding out your fates.

“Okay, are we ready?” Be still, your heart.

With one nod, you both look at the piece of paper that holds the names of those participating in the Romeo and Juliet production. As you spot Yunjin’s name beside Rosaline Capulet, your heart leaps at the sight.

“Oh my god, Yunjin, you GOT IT!”

“Y/N, YOU’RE JULIET!” You lock eyes with your best friend, eyebrows raised in confusion at her words. “Girl, look!” She moves your face with one hand and has the other pointing right where your name lands—Y/N as Juliet Capulet. Your hand reaches to your face, palm covering your mouth as you hold back a gasp. Mind jumbled, you didn’t know what to say.

Yunjin pulls you into an embrace, jumping in her place. “WE GOT IN!” Her cheer sounds throughout the hallway, earning stares from those surrounding you two and those passing by.

Your eyes trail down the list, trying to find someone’s name. The sight of your other best friend’s name has you smiling, but you’re pulled out of your utopia when you find it situated beside a character he didn’t audition for—Lee Jaehyun as Count Paris.

“Hyunjae didn’t get Romeo?” The whisper has Yunjin halting her actions.

Her eyes rest back on the casting list. “What? He didn’t get in?”

“No, he did, but he’s playing Paris.” With furrowed eyebrows, your eyes look to who your scene partner is; who is your Romeo Montague? And when you see the word “Lee”, you expect that Sir Key might’ve made a mistake and inputted Hyunjae’s name twice.

That is until you read the word that trails after the first—Lee Sangyeon as Romeo Montague.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

Lighting erupts within you. The air current moves at a speed fast enough to form a tornado, and it just so happens that you’re in the eye of it. You’re face-to-face with a natural disaster, wondering its next course of action—to consume you whole or to leave you be.

Lee fucking Sangyeon; oh how you couldn’t even say his name without your blood boiling. Is there anything even good to say about the cocky motherfucker?

You shared the tragic fate of attending the same high school as Sangyeon. And just like you, he was in the theater club. At first, he was just someone like you—a student with a passion for acting. But the thing about Sangyeon is that he presents himself well, earning gushes from those part of the club, students and teachers alike. It seemed that he was the perfect actor, always landing the leading roles. At one point, you wanted to believe that it was because he was a good actor, but the reality unraveled itself when you saw what was behind the scenes.

Lee Jaehyun, or Hyunjae as he goes, shared the same dreams as Sangyeon. They both wanted to act, ideally landing leading roles. The passion the two shared should’ve fostered friendly rivalry, a way to propel them to reach heights never imagined. But the more Sangyeon received countless opportunities to play the lead role, the more Hyunjae’s determination started to crumble. What makes the whole thing even bleaker is that Sangyeon knew what his rival felt, and made the most out of that opportunity to tear him down.

What started off as genuine words of encouragement had turned into two-faced statements. And it hurt to see your best friend believe he was incapable of becoming an actor. If anything, you could name countless roles that he deserved to play the leading role, and many could agree with you. As your best friend started to crumble, you were driven by the desire to protect him. With every appearance Sangyeon made, your hostility towards him grew, and it didn’t help that he solidified it with only one interaction.

Scratchy; that’s what your sweater feels like against your skin. Perhaps it’s the heat of the hallway that has you wanting to strip your knit sweater off, or the material has just worn off. You tug on the collar, hoping that the discomfort will dissipate. Eyes trained on the corkboard that held the names of productions your club has done throughout the years, you wonder what role could you land for The Scottish Play.

It’s unlike you to audition for a big role, a leading role to be exact, for you found yourself growing comfortable in minor ones and ensemble. Yunjin has never been able to convince you to audition for the big roles, and your other friend, Kim Younghoon, could never find the right words to push you to sign up under a main character. But Hyunjae held some power over you—If you audition for Lady Macbeth, I’ll try out for Macbeth—and you couldn’t find it within yourself to say no, especially when Hyunjae was considering giving up auditioning for leading roles overall. 

You can feel the coolness of the concrete wall against your nape. Hamlet, Three Kingdoms, Sweeney Todd, and more are the productions you’ve hesitated to audition for the lead roles. You close your eyes in an attempt to calm your nerves. One audition wouldn’t kick you out of the club, right? If Ms. Jang learned that you were unfit to be an actor at that moment, you put the blame on Hyunjae.

(But in reality, you knew you would blame yourself. Hyunjae wouldn’t be at fault for what Ms. Jang decides to do with you. Every failure you face is caused by you, and you need to take responsibility for each one.)

Then, the door swings open, and the cold air that the air conditioners of the theater expel hits your skin, causing goosebumps to form. A shudder runs down your spine. Your eyes peel open, and you’re ready to greet the person who exited the theater, about to wish them luck. But when you catch sight of the one person who has done nothing but tear your best friend down, the taste in your mouth is like acid.

His head whips in your direction, catching sight of you seated with the sample script that Ms. Jang provided resting on your lap. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes trail you from top to bottom. “So, which one?”

The question catches you off guard. Although you didn’t like Sangyeon, you two didn’t really talk for there was no reason to do so in the first place. So, when he does decide to talk to you—like this moment, and it’s not like you two really talked until now—you find yourself surprised at the interactions.

When you tilt your head in confusion, he chuckles with a smug look plastered on his face. “Which of the Three Witches?”

And with just one question, you feel your resolve snap. For him to assume that you were auditioning for one of those roles felt like an insult. It’s not that you didn’t see the value of these roles; you know that the production is nothing without the people to fulfill the minor roles. But to hear such a question from him with his record of humiliating Hyunjae, you cannot help but believe he’s trying to do the same to you.

“I’m auditioning for Lady Macbeth,” you answer, venom laced with your tone. It doesn’t help that shock casts on Sangyeon’s features.

“Oh, I see,” he starts. He clears his throat, an attempt to hide his bewilderment, and shoots you a smile. “Well, I’d like to have you as my scene partner.”

Cocky—that’s all Lee Sangyeon will ever be. His ego has been inflated with all the leading roles he’s landed. You’ve never met anyone filled with pride like his; how could he prance around with confidence that he would get the role he auditioned for every single time?

You roll your eyes as you stand up from your seat, the script now in your hands. “I can’t believe you’re so confident that you’ll be playing Macbeth. Have you ever considered that maybe you won’t play the main role for once?” The glare you shoot at him does nothing to his pride.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty confident about the performance I gave just a few minutes ago.”

It baffles you. Sangyeon continues to prove that he’s never been given a reality check; maybe you should snap some sense into him.

“I’d rather settle for being part of the ensemble—no, having no role than play your scene partner.” If Sangyeon is thrown off by your statement, he does a good job hiding it, just like the supposed perfect actor when it comes to handling ad-libs on stage. He would never understand what it means to be an actor—what makes a production successful—if he didn’t appreciate the minor roles. 

If he had something to say back to you, you don’t give him a window to do so for you have taken your leave. You first came with a desire for the auditions to be over, but now, you come with a desire to prove you’re an actor capable of any role. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought, especially whatever Lee Sangyeon seemed to think about you.

For the first time, you and Hyunjae played the leading roles in a production. Sangyeon was left as an understudy.

Although you were in university, it’s not that you could escape Sangyeon for you two were in theater. Thankfully, the productions you’ve had a chance to work on didn’t always have Sangyeon playing the leading role.

(Though, he did still play a handful. Perhaps he still held some charm over the university crowd.)

But due to the bigger cast and production team, it was usually easy for you to avoid him. You know when to take your leave, and you know to tune him out if you can hear him act (or speak, really). Nothing good ever comes out of interacting with Sangyeon; it’s best to limit your interactions with him for it would preserve your sanity.

But the universe seems to have other plans for you. Face-to-face with his name situated right beside the name in which your character is romantically interested, you cannot help but read his name again, and again, and again.

You wish that this is just a nightmare, that you fell asleep in the middle of Mr. Won’s class, and that you’re paying for the consequences by your consciousness presenting you with the worst outcome. God, you really did mean it when you said you would rather settle for no role than play Sangyeon’s scene partner.

Stupid Sangyeon, Sangyeon, Sangyeon. And as if it were the curse of the Bloody Mary, saying his name three times brings you to your demise.

“Huh, guess you ended up being my scene partner after all.”

You whip your head to where the devil stands, right beside you with arms crossed as his eyes remain on the casting list. His gaze lands on you, and a smug grin rests on his face. “I’m wondering if you’ll talk to Kevin or Sir Key about withdrawing from the production.”

His words make you frown. Before you can retort, he walks away, your eyes burning holes into his back. Yunjin could sense the rage within you and kept her hands on your shoulders in an attempt to calm you down. 

An exasperated sigh leaves you. “I cannot believe that guy.” You look at your best friend who only holds an apologetic look. “Can’t believe I have to deal with his shit even ‘till now.”

“I know.” She bites on the inside of her cheek. Before she could say more, her phone vibrated in her hand. As she reads out the notification, she groans. “Fuck, I need to go. I just remembered I have a project to work on.” She stores her phone away. “Where are you headed?”

“Uhm, I’m gonna wait for Hyunjae,” you say as your shoulders sag down. As you hear your best friend hum, you spot a teasing smile resting on her lips and you roll your eyes. “You’ve got to stop that.”

“Stop what? I’m not saying anything,” Yunjin attempts to defend herself but you both know she’s far from innocent.

You shake your head, a giggle leaving you. “Whatever, go! I’ll see you later.” You’re left staring at the cast list as she takes her leave. Busy hands fiddle with your phone, clicking one of the contacts marked as a favorite. You bring it close to your ear, waiting for him to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Hyunjae-ah, where are you?”

“I’m on the way to where the cast is posted!” His hurried reply signals that he’s running to where you are. “I just heard from Joshua that it was released early.”

You chuckle. “Yeah, I heard the same from Yunjin. I’ll wait for you.”

“No need to wait too long.” You look behind you to see your best friend standing a few meters away. His hair is tousled up from all the running but still falls back perfectly in place. His hand combs through it, a grin resting on his lips at the sight of you, as he jogs towards you.

“Hey, where’d you come from?”

His arm finds its spot around your shoulders, bringing you close to his side. All while he is transfixed on the castling list, your gaze rests on your best friend. “I just had Ethics—oh my god, YOU GOT JULIET!” He spins to face you and brings you into a hug.

“Yeah,” your arms find their place around his shoulders as his limbs rest on your waist. “But, you know, you got Paris.” When you lean back, you only see a grin on his lips.

“Yeah, but who cares? I mean, my sweetheart got the part she wanted.” There he goes again, using the pet name that started as a quip but still sticks years later. You roll your eyes at his remark, but before you can say any more, he beats you to it. “Don’t think about backing out now.”

A sigh leaves you. “But,” you glance at the name of your (and Hyunjae’s) enemy, “I’ve gone through enough of him in high school. Can’t I live my uni life in peace?” You pout at your best friend, and he chuckles at your behavior, cheeks dusted with hues of red.

“Do you really want to give him the satisfaction of making you quit such a big role?” Would it be that bad to say yes? “C’mon, playing Juliet is a huge deal! You’re destined to play that role! And, I mean, you wouldn’t want to disappoint Sir Key and Kevin…”

God, it did hurt you to agree with Hyunjae. You didn’t want to waste the time and effort Sir Key and Kevin Moon, the teacher adviser and the director, must’ve put into crafting the cast list. But to go through months with Sangyeon, all for a university play? It’s not that you were pursuing a career in theater, or acting for that matter.

But would you from a few years back—a high schooler who treated every theater production as if it were a Broadway one—say the same thing? Is this the role you wanted to take on as an actor, one willing to step down over a nuisance? 

With one sigh, Hyunjae knew what your answer was. He smiles before dragging you away from the piece of paper that seems to only bring downpour. “I don’t know if this will make you feel better but I heard from Changmin that there’ll be a house party. Maybe we can drink the sour mouths away.”

“Drink the what away?” You chuckle at his choice of words. “Hyunjae, I’m so glad you aren’t a scriptwriter.”

He scoffs at your insult, “But you get what I mean.”

“I do not.”

He rolls his eyes, playfully shoving you which causes you to giggle. “Let’s just drink the bitterness away. We could be meeting our other castmates and the prod team, maybe getting to know them more.”

You cannot help but hum as you ponder over your schedule for the rest of the week. “I don’t know. I have this one homework for Mr. Won’s class that I sure as hell don’t know how to answer. I mean, I don’t even know what the instructions are!”

“Ah, just trust me! I’ll help you out with that. Just,” he stops you two in the middle of the hallway. There were barely any students for they scrambled off to their respective classrooms or looked for lunch. He pouts at you, his hands now holding yours as his fingers draw circles on the back of your dorsals. “Go with me, will you?”

It doesn’t take you a moment for you to make up your mind; you’re sure the trade-offs that come from that party won’t save your ass from Physics or Sangyeon.

But when Hyunjae leans in, his lips ghosting your ear, your breath hitches. “I’ll take good care of you, sweetheart.” You’re nothing but a puddle (and a sheep). So once he leans back, you nod. At the sight of your confirmation, he smiles. “Okay, let’s go have lunch.”

You can only hope that Hyunjae (or any of your friends, really) understood annular momentum, or whatever it’s called.

(You truly are a lost cause in Physics, and you’ll be blaming it on Sangyeon. Every inconvenience is caused by him, anyway.)

For anyone who thinks theater kids couldn’t party, they’re wrong (partially, only). Sure, there were the occasional show tunes that played from Kevin’s playlist, and a certain someone named Ju Haknyeon who belts out of the blue, but no one complained.

With only a few drinks in, you and Hyunjae are buzzed. And although you both agreed on using this party as an opportunity to get to know the other members, you still found yourselves sticking together—shoulders bumped, hands laced, or arms wrapped around each other.

Now, you two along with Yunjin and Younghoon were hanging out in the kitchen, not away from where the crowd was but quiet enough to have your own conversations.

“You know, I finally got to talk to Jihyo,” Yunjin says before taking a sip from her drink.

Younghoon tilts his head. “Park Jihyo? The one playing Lady Capulet?” A hum of confirmation leaves her as she continues to drink. “Did you see her audition for The Baker’s Wife for Into The Woods?”

Yunjin nods, letting the rim of her cup leave her lips and smacking Younghoon’s arm repeatedly. “I was able to sit in for the auditions because I signed up for prod team instead. Girl, I can’t believe she didn’t get the part.”

“Yeah, didn’t Rei get the part instead?” Hyunjae asks to which Younghoon nods.

“Didn’t she audition for Little Red Riding Hood?”

Yunjin shrugs at your question. “I’m not sure, but I do see her playing that role versus the wife.” She sets her cup on the kitchen counter behind her. “Don’t get me wrong, though. They’re both outstanding actors but I would’ve changed the casting. Some of them would’ve played different roles that suited them vocally and acting-wise.”

“Well,” you sigh. “You know that some directors are just batshit blind.” Hyunjae cannot help but elbow you, earning a whine from you as he chuckles. “I’m serious, though! Like, look at Hyunjae! He’s the perfect example.”

“Ouch. Thanks for reminding me of my tragic history.”

You roll your eyes at Hyunjae’s words, the playful tone evident in his words. “I’m just saying, some directors don’t know what they’re doing.”

In no way did you have anything against Kevin. You’re certain that he knew what he was doing; it didn’t sit right that Hyunjae lost a huge role to the same prick who couldn’t get off his high horse. But there is no point in contesting because your best friend wouldn’t allow you. All that mattered to him was that you got the role.

“Yes, but I trust Kevin. Honestly, I’m just glad I still landed a role,” Hyunjae shrugs as he sips.

Younghoon hums along. “Exactly! I heard Hyeongjun didn’t even make it to ensemble.”

A groan rips out of your throat, knowing that the two made a good point. “Yeah, I trust him, too. I just,” you shake your head at the thought of your enemy. “I’m just sick of Sangyeon.”

At the mention of the devil’s name, you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders, your shoulder hitting against something firm. And when your eyes drift to the stranger, you’re met with the bane of your existence.

“Talking about me, sweetheart?”

To hear Sangyeon use that pet name had your stomach churning. You plant your hand against his chest in an attempt to push him away, but you feel his pecs through the white, cotton material, and you quickly retract it. Instead, you shrug his arm off.

“What are you doing here?”

His gaze rests on the boy beside you, shooting him a smile. “Shouldn’t we use this time to build our chemistry?” To others, Sangyeon may have genuine enthusiasm to get to know his scene partner, but you and Hyunjae knew that his grin held nothing but arrogance.

You move closer to Hyunjae and his hand finds its spot on your waist. Sangyeon’s eyes flicker to your best friend’s hand but he still holds the same smile.

“Sangyeon, it’s just acting. I can easily fake chemistry,” you shake your head, trying to scoot even further towards Hyunjae. There’s barely any space between you two. “Unless your supposed great ass can’t fake it. Did all those years spent in theater not teach you anything?”

There’s no way to fake chemistry; everyone knows that, from actors to audiences. But when you’re face-to-face with Sangyeon, you would take any opportunity to get back at him for what he’s done—not only to Hyunjae but to you, as well.

Despite your words, Sangyeon’s expression never wavers. Stoic Sangyeon—he always knew how to get on your nerves. “Isn’t the point of this party to get to know each other?” You roll your eyes, looking away to give your eyes a break from the nuisance.

But when you feel his breath fanning against your left cheek, you’re afraid to say anything. The distance between you two right in front of your friends makes it feel like it’s forbidden, especially when Hyunjae has his arm wrapped around you.

“Especially with our kissing scenes.”

A chill runs down your spine. You know what he’s doing—embarrassing you in front of your high school friends just to rile you up, and rubbing it into Hyunjae that he got the lead role once more. Whatever place Sangyeon first held in your life didn’t matter anymore; he’s dug himself deeper into the pits of hell that you never knew of until this moment.

You want to push Sangyeon off and drag Hyunjae out of the house, alone together and far away from him, but a booming voice breaks the tension.

“Wow! It’s nice to see our Romeo and Juliet getting to know each other,” Kevin comes into the kitchen with a grin and gains everyone’s attention.

Under the gaze of your director, you don’t think twice about what you do. “Yeah!” Your arm quickly links with Sangyeon’s, and you notice Sangyeon freezes up. It’s out of character for you to do such; you can only imagine the expressions of your friends. “Just old friends catching up, right?” When you look at Sangyeon, you notice a flicker of confusion in his eyes, but your forced smile is enough for him to get the message.

“Yeah,” he smiles at Kevin. “I’m just glad that my Juliet is someone I know.” My Juliet? Oh, you’re going to be sick. 

Kevin is amused with the newfound information. “I didn’t know you two were friends! I never see you two interacting.”

Perhaps your animosity towards Sangyeon is obvious but you weren’t going to allow the feud to get in the way of the role of a lifetime—Kevin can never know about the water that has gotten stained with red.

“Oh, we all went to the same high school.”

“Same theater club, too,” Sangyeon chimes in.

Kevin looks at everyone with amazement. “Oh, that’s so cool! From the same high school to the same university. I’m sure you’re all happy to see each other in the theater scene again.” Everyone but one, really.

“I’m looking forward to seeing everyone work in the production,” his eyes rested on you and Sangyeon once more. “Especially the chemistry between you two.”

When Kevin takes his leave, you all bid him farewell. And once he was an earshot away, you shrugged Sangyeon off. “See? I can fake chemistry.” Your glare finally causes a small reaction from him—the startled expression on his face makes you reign victorious. “Clearly, you need to work on that.”

If Sangyeon wants to retort, you don’t allow him to do so as you leave the kitchen with Hyunjae’s hand in yours.

A few hours have passed since Sangyeon decided to come and dampen Hyunjae’s and your moods. Thankfully, you haven’t seen him since but it could be because you were too drunk to care, or maybe you were too distracted by the boy whose lap you sit on.

“Hey, why don’t we get out of here?” Your best friend’s lips graze your ear. His hands hold onto your hip, his thumbs drawing patterns on the exposed skin that’s starting to peek. You giggle as you shake your head, earning a chuckle from him. “Why not?”

His whines have you dizzy (or it’s probably the effects of the alcohol), but you do your best to answer. “Hyunjae, we’re supposed to be getting to know our castmates better. Isn’t that why you asked me to go with you?” As you looked at everyone in the living room, you know for sure there was no chance to talk to them anymore for they were too intoxicated to remember tonight’s events.

When he presses his lips to your jawline, you cannot help but close your eyes at the sensation. “Yeah, but we aren’t even talking to anyone. Why don’t we just go back to your place and just, I don’t know, make out?” He whispers the last words as if it were taboo.

This is what you and Hyunjae were—friends who couldn’t help but enter territories that blur the line between platonic and romantic. Since you two first entered university, you and Hyunjae couldn’t seem to keep your hands to themselves, always finding their places on each other. It started in such a blur—at a party just like this, both intoxicated—but both of you couldn’t help but keep it going. You still limited your relationship to occasional make-out sessions and snuggling, but you never went past such stages with him. The two of you didn’t mind the unclear boundaries, anyway.

“I don’t know,” you finally look at your best friend. His eyes seem to glimmer, and the heat rushes to your cheeks. “I haven’t gotten to talk to Daniel.”

His eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “Kang Daniel? The one playing Lord Capulet?” As you hum, he chuckles. “I can’t believe you’re thinking of another man while you’re on my lap, sweetheart.” There he goes again, using that pet name.

“What do you mean? I just want to get to know my castmates better.” The teasing tone is evident. You crave the attention—the possession—Hyunjae seems to have for you.

And when his nose brushes against yours, all thoughts are knocked out of you. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to know anyone else, not even their names. You already have me.”

For a moment, you almost think this is it—the two of you will enter domains never traversed and there will be no way to go back from it, but you don’t mind, not with him, anyway.

His eyes flicker to your lips, and you hold your breath. “Don’t do that,” he chuckles. “You need to catch your breath before I take it away.”

Before he can do anything, you feel the couch move as someone takes a seat beside him. You’re ready to put some distance between the two of you, but when your eyes land on the stranger, you realize that the universe is not by your side or Hyunjae’s.

Hyunjae scoffs and his hand cradles your face, an attempt to get your attention back, but your blood boils over the sight of the same guy who always ruins everything.

“I didn’t know Juliet gets so touchy with Paris.” Sangyeon’s comment has you rolling your eyes. Clearly, you’re too distracted by him, and Hyunjae can’t do anything but give up. Instead, your best friend just settles on holding you close to him while your gaze remains on the devil.

“What’s with you? We don’t have to talk to each other unless it’s for rehearsals.” A frustrated sigh leaves you. “Don’t you know that all we have to do is act?”

When all you’re met with is the same cocky smile he flashed Hyunjae back at the kitchen, you shake your head. You’re about to glance at your best friend, prepared to tell him that you two should leave and retreat to your place.

That is until you feel someone’s fingers hold onto your chin, redirecting your gaze to Sangyeon. Now, you’re face-to-face with Sangyeon, the distance between you two is even smaller in comparison to when you were in the kitchen. 

The air is knocked out of your lungs, your eyes looking right at Sangyeon’s. Whatever you looked like had him smirking—you were defenseless against him for once.

“Can’t handle it?” The question is meant to provoke you, have your blood boil so that you scream profanities at him. You’re sure he’s pertaining to all the little stunts he’s been doing; teasing you to get a reaction from you, acting like you two are friends, and making comments about your acting experience.

But for a second, you almost think he’s talking about himself—could you handle him not only on the show dates but also be surrounded by him for the upcoming two months?

And once more, your brain turns into mush. The lights become streaks of different colors, and they do their job of making Sangyeon look different—still the same cocky motherfucker, but now, you want a taste.

Your mouth goes dry and you’re scared to exhale, but Sangyeon only smiles before letting his hand leave your chin. It’s clear he’s happy by your soundless reaction. When he stands up from the couch, he glances at Hyunjae, and his smile turns almost sinister.

You would’ve said something like you always do, but you’re unable to form a coherent sentence. You’re intoxicated; the alcohol’s still in your system, but Sangyeon’s gaze shows that the drinks you’ve had are nothing compared to him.

With that, he takes his leave. Whatever moment you and Hyunjae shared is now lost—all thanks to Sangyeon, once again.

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One More Hour | Byun Euijoo

WARNING: mean dom!euijoo, degrading, throat fucking, hair pulling , they’re in the locker room, mentions of other idols ( taeyoung of cravity and leeseo of ive )

PAIRING: EUIJOO x READER

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you were dragged to the Nightball game by your friends, taeyoung, melody, rena, and leeseo. you weren’t big on school sport nights, and it had taken your friends a ton of convincing to get you to come, so here you’re sat, exactly front and bottom seats, you can see the field beautifully but your thoughts were interrupted as taeyoung yelled like a maniac, causing you and your friends to jump only for the other three joining in on the yelling, cheering for your school’s nightball team running out and waving at everyone. You sighed and looked at the players that passed by, a particular player had seem to catch your eye, well four players.. you attempted to keep your eyes looking for what numbers they were and finally when they were standing around as they waited for their opponent team, you were able to read off the numbers. Players 8, 43, 11 and 6 had caught your eye, you tapped leeseo, who looked over at you with a big smile on her face and her head tilted, she had face painted the school colors on her face, how adorable. “do you know their names.. I don’t want be cheering them on by calling them their numbers.” you asked her, she nodded and sat down, pulling out her phone to show you a group photo of the team before she started to point at who’s who. “So, number 9 is kei ! he’s the oldest! number 2 is fuma, 3 is nicholas!! 15 is yuma.” You listened until your head tilted at what Leeseo said next. “8 is euijoo, the leader of the team and very dreamy, i heard he was super nice! 43 is jo, he’s quiet apparently, 11 is harua and 6 is taki!” leeseo said to you happily, her bubbly personality always made you smile. euijoo, jo, harua and taki, huh. pretty names and definitely pretty boys too, nothing can go wrong, right?

: timeskip because i’m kinda lazy :

the game was in it’s final 15 minutes of the game, you were watching intently as you let rena sleep on your shoulder, taeyoung, leeseo and melody still cheering on the team and jumping around everytime they scored. your eyes kept fixating onto euijoo without fail, whether he was on the field or just getting a drink for a quick break, something about him really made you stuck on him, he had this aura that he could be something more than just the cute faced boy at school and tonight you saw why other students said he was meaner on the field. euijoo had been tackling the opponents like crazy without any mercy, or any care in the world about getting himself hurt, you can tell he was dedicated to winning tonight’s game.

you heard the loud noises of the game finally ending, waking up rena to have her get up already, you got up and followed your friends out to the field to greet the players. taeyoung was bro hugging nicholas and euijoo, almost like some weird fate shit, euijoo had made eye contact with you as he smiled at you sweetly, they didn’t lie when they said he had a pretty smile. he looked unreal, sweating, the small cut on his face from all the tackling, and his left arm bandaged up, felt like as if your eyes were deceiving you with how amazing he looked, it almost made your mind wander to other things. “earth to y/n !!” you snapped out of it and looked at melody who was waving her hand in your face, you coughed a bit and smacked her hand gently. “you were thinking pretty hard there, you okay?” euijoo said, his eyebrow raised a bit as he sipped his gatorade, you nodded and waved it off. “yeah! I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry about it.” you said as you sat down on the bench, taeyoung gave you a cup of gatorade, you sipped on it and looked up at the tall man before you, who was fixing up the bandages on his arm.

“do you mind if I take your friend for bit, tae?” euijoo asked your bestfriend, who only shook his head and gestured that it was fine to take you away, you got up and gave taeyoung a slight glare before following behind the nightball player, confused as to why he wanted to take you somewhere else. you ended up in the locker room, you heard the door lock and jumped at the feeling of you being pushed up against the wall. euijoo held your chin to make you look up at him, a smirk on his face as he rubbed your waist with his free hand before pushing you down to your knees in front of him, his long fingers running through your hair. “this may be sudden or whatever. but i know you’ve been staring at me all damn night.” he says, his other hand slowly pushing his dirty white shorts down along with his underwear, your face was met with his large cock.

“well? go on, fucking suck on it, you’ve been eye fucking me all night, might as well live those slutty fantasies.” euijoo said once again, his honey like voice was laced with venom, you just nodded and wrapped your mouth around his cock, slowly bobbing your head as your hands rested on his thighs as you kept bobbing your head slowly, euijoo felt himself grow more and more impatient with how slow you were being, he groaned and took matters into his own hands, pushing his cock into your mouth more, causing you to whine against him, he groaned again and bit his lip, petting your head.

you whined and looked up at euijoo, tears already prickling at your eyes, he scoffed and pushed his cock in more, triggering your gag reflex. his hand all fisted up in your hair, your makeup was nearly ruined despite barely starting. “come on, pretty, you can take my cock, i know you can.” he said again, it only turned you on with how condescending he sounds with his angel like voice, you attempted to bob your head on his cock but to avail, you couldn’t, euijoo scoffed again and pulled your hair, a whine leaving your filled mouth. “guess

i’m gonna have to fucking do it myself, then.” he held your head still with his hand before fucking his cock down your throat, he tilted his head back and all you could do was stare up at him, your moans leaving vibrations throughout his cock and admiring him.

his long brown hair, bangs slightly over his lust filled eyes as he skillfully fucks his cock into your throat like you were just his own personal fuck toy ( you were. ) his moans were like music to your ears, they sounded oh so pretty, you felt yourself get wetter at the thought of him fucking you dumb while he moans into your ear. euijoo felt himself get closer and closer to his release, his thrusts staying at a quick but sloppy pace, your mouth felt like heaven to him, he could only imagine how your pussy would feel around his cock instead. his breathing was getting heavier as his cock fucks down your throat over and over, your moans sending him over the edge as he came down your throat, his moans getting as loud as ever with his head thrown back.

he pulled his cock out from your mouth and made you look up at him as you swallowed his seed, his thumb wiping the tiny bit that had got out. he smirked and kissed your lips briefly before helping you up, pulling up his shorts and giving you a piece of paper. “it’s my number. you should come watch us practice tomorrow, who knows.” euijoo said he leaned in close to your face, you staring at him with semi-wide eyes. “maybe we’ll get to do more, or maybe another player will get you.” he chuckled darkly before walking out with you, bringing you back over to the group. “Where are they?” you asked as you attempted to look around for your friends, K yawned and stretched. “They went home already, we told them we can drop you off home.” he said as he ruffled taki’s head, who groaned in playful annoyance from the sudden action. “oh alright!” you said with a small smile on your face.

they brought you over to their two cars as each of them went into a certain car, unfortunately they only had enough seats for four in the one that k had told you to go too. “uh.. you can just sit on my lap, i don’t mind..” you turned and saw a red eared jo who was scratching the back of his neck, you agreed and got into the back with him, waiting for him to get comfortable before you sat on his lap.

‘oh this is gonna be a long car ride home..’ jo thought to himself before simply resting his hands on your lap.

🍚 NASTY | ASAKURA JO

🐰 DEEP | SHIGETA HARUA

🐥 SEXTAPE | TAKAYMA RIKI

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Ask: just saw ur bad boy Cravity ask and can’t stop thinking abt how they would probably blindfold you and play a game where you have to guess which one is touching/kissing/fucking you🫢

Pairing: badboy!cravity X afab!reader

Contain: smut; voyeurism; Oral; unprotected sex; fingering; nipple play; makeout; alcohol consumption; gangbang (?); blindfold; Rope; overstimulation;

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Author: indeed, a perfect ask exists and I was so excited about the idea that I spent the last few days dedicating myself to it. Months ago I promised a cravity gangbang and ended up not delivering, so I went out of my way to give myself that credit as well as give you guys this gift.

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Being a pet to such a large group full of people was not something that was in your plans, you were considerably new to the neighborhood when the gang of hoodlums happened to take a liking to you.  They weren't the greatest example of friendship, but you liked the way they always had fun, which led to them dragging you a few good times to have fun in unsafe conditions, the leader , Serim , said it was nothing too much, they were just looking for fun and it didn't cost you anything to join in, you've never had so many friends like that in your life and for the first time everything seemed to run towards a more intense, more fun life.

 Deep down, but deep down inside you felt that it wasn't a good idea, as a matter of ethics or morals, your unconscious seemed to judge each of your actions, each unpremeditated sensation or each time your lower abdomen pulled, leading to the next joke.  The obvious provocations put you in doubt as to the origin of that party, more because you rarely understood the intentions of your group of friends, in the end, you fell into the trap, as at that moment, without realizing it, you had no escape from what you were about to to happen.

 It all started simple, it was a private party at Jungmo's house, you didn't consider any factor other than having fun with your friends, drinking and playing, well, in general terms that's all that happened, you arrived innocent, it ended up passing the bill, but drunkenness wasn't the problem, everyone was a little bit when the idea came out with the most suggestive tone from Taeyoung's lips, who often tries to introduce this kind of ulterior motives in your interaction with everyone in the group.

 "Let's play! blindfold one by one and make them guess who's touching you" everyone agreed at a speed that was incapable of making you disagree "starting with y/n"

 Everything started to run, they got a chair and sat you there, eyes glazed,hands handled, you were blindfolded right after and all that was left were heard and nothing else, because of that the breath started to rise, but it wasn't even close to what you it was about to pass. it started simple, lips full and delicate to yours and a seal was left, you can taste a common cherry taste, mixed with the drink that everyone was drinking at that moment  you certainly took too long to respond, obviously, suddenly you felt the same lips on yours, this time sucking on the lower one, making you gasp, the soft touch; you felt nothing but the touch, sweet, gentle, you joined the dance obviously , never felt a kiss like this so thought it would be okay to enjoy a little.

“and then?"  the kiss stopped, the heat was taken from you just leaving you a little too breathless

 “Wonjin” everyone seemed really surprised, exchanging glances, wonjin in the center, flushed, with his mouth half open tingling because of the longing that your  lips already made on his, it took a little while to give way to the next one

 "you're really good..." hyeongjun said in the background, in a modest whisper.

the next one came with a little more force, your skin crawled as the tip of someone's nose passed over your neck, as you had your hands tied behind your back no you were not allowed to touch anyone halfway through the process, your body already warm you just tip your head back, feeling the cold in your stomach consume you. right after the tip of his nose you feel the lips touching the skin, going up, making their way by the jaw when reaching your lips where it was taken, you lost a little breath, as a continuation of the previous act you reciprocated in the same force, all the air being taken from you, the open mouth kisses began, one sucking the other's lower lip , giving space for the typical sounds of a fervent preaching. whoever it was had his hands resting on the arms of the chair, completely covering you. the smell of perfume was typical, you've smelled it more times than expected, so as soon as the contact was separated you took in a small amount of air

 “Mini…” your air had already left at that , even if it was still for the second you already felt that you couldn’t withstand so much pressure like that

"It's getting too easy, we should be less obvious!"  someone you didn't recognize protested in the background, that whole situation of not being able to see made you very confused and then fingers started to walk inside your shirt; you sighed low with the feeling of icy fingers on your skin, small, treacherous, making their way around your waist, torso and then breasts, the fingers filled them, firmly, you moaned when you felt the grip, you had to bite your lip trying to contain it, your legs wanted to close and protect the good contact that your intimacy gave , that's when it all started. The hand went under what protected your breasts and jumped them out, taking the liberty of starting to play with your nipples

 “my god...that's not fair" you contracted your body and leaned back on the chair trying at all costs to stay, but all you could do was bend your back when you felt the tightness on your nipples “damn it, hyeongjun! I-it's Hyeongjun”

 Sighs came out of the lips as if they had been holding back for a long time, not to mention the vision that was the way your body reacted to hyeongjun's touches.  The atmosphere grew strong, as if everything thickened and you had the opportunity to get some air.  The fingers went up your leg, walking to your hip, whoever it was was on his knees to you before getting up and slipping his hand inside your pants, you froze with the contact and moaned low when you felt the finger touch your intimacy over the underwear.  Your legs parted almost immediately and then the fingers began to move, brushing against your panties, moving up and down touching the moisture present;  low meows escaped your lips without permission and you took a moment, tipping your head back again. breath close to your ear and hearing ,panting so close to your ear made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

 "Can you at least let me go?"  Without answers, you would only have something if you guessed so you began to concentrate to try to find out who it was, which was difficult as his fingers went agile even over your panties, playing with your moisture in favor of deeper contacts with your pussy .

 "SeongMin?"  Silence

 "No" and then the  hand continued to move, pressing the finger against your clit and squeezing, forcing stimulation.

 "F-fuck…. Ahn" was a unique gentleness, you felt the wrong course through your body, you had to bite your lips to contain the moan again "B-Binnie"

 And then it stopped.  You had got it right, with a certain cost, but you felt that it was still okay to continue, that's how they were, they liked to play with you and you wouldn't deny them anything, because you also liked this promiscuous game, with your innocence broking every time the predatory eyes of each of them swept you over, that kind of attention you would never deny, because better than one of them, just all nine at once.

 Someone held the hem of your pants, you easily accepted, helped and in moments you were only with your shirt and the extremely wet panties you were wearing, you felt your legs break again and then he took your panties to the side; you began to hyperventilate and moaned desperately when you felt the touch of the tongue against your core, circling, hot and hard, you jerked out of your senses and tipped the head back again, lost your temper, your hips moved forward, seeking more contact and were stopped by the firm hands that want to keep you in place.

"No… please I'm going to come to fast like this" you were on the edge of the abyss, the tongue kept the arduous service, the hot breath between your legs and you brought them together feeling your head fit.  "Taeyoung!!"

 You eventually got it into your head that you shouldn't come before they all went through you previously, acts upon acts of self-control, but you were already starting to feel drained, the next person followed shortly after, continuing the sequence of hot tongue against your vulva, this time hungrier than the last, aching, you couldn't contain it as you started moaning and moving with more need, whatever had brought you to your orgasm didn't stop even after sucking all your juices out.  A fingertip caressed your entrance and then he started to push in, they all took turns, if you weren't blindfolded you'd be in bigger trouble right now, so at least you said thank you for that, bit your bottom lip and let it in, right after a second finger and then the movements started, moans that went silently growing in precision, you felt like you could take more than a few fingers.

 "Hm...a...a-allen, please, it's allen right?"  The heaving chest already showed your defeat but the movements continued in a longer sequence, you had made a mistake, so you had to fight to continue, already with scissor movements you reconsidered for elimination and then deduced "seongmin?"

 In full, luckily, or not.  When the fingers left you the body missed it, meowed in annoyance and took your time to get yourself into the chair properly, even towards the end you felt like you could suffer a little more so you pulled yourself together as fast as anyone there could say was humanly possible, with his erections showing through your pants, a pack of animals in heat, torturing their prey before eating it, how could they grown men be able to corrupt you like that.

  The rope gently slipped from your wrists, although it was still blindfolded you genuinely accepted it gladly, sighed in relief and ran your hand between your wrists.

 "You're free, but you can't touch anyone, otherwise you lose," Wonjin said firmly.

 "And what happens if I lose?" You asked still trying to compose your air

 "Lose it and find out" the simple answer came out of wonjin's lips made you curse. 

 This time there were two at once, one body arranged behind you, the other in front of you.  If you knew the physical and mental strength needed to handle more than one at a time, you might have sobered up by the time Taeyoung had given that idea.  Your protests were non-existent, then you felt a pair of fingers enter your intimacy again, near the end of the journey, another pair of hands pulled your shirt up removing it, doing the same with the last piece that covered your breasts and then left you completely naked in that instant. The cold wind ran making you shiver gently, your fingers forced on the chair and everything seemed to get lost in the immensity, you will never feel so many hands stimulating you at the same time, which made you forget for a mere second that you were in the middle of a game.  Your body building heat, fingers inside you in careful good movements, others twisting and contouring your nipple already with a certain violence in your hand, you were fucking with that hand already at that point, moving your hips in accelerated sessions behind of the orgasm  and nobody seemed to want to stop your short fun, but guessing who was fingering you already in that state worked only by elimination orders again.

 "I don't know….I-I really don't know~ hm feels good " The tone tore from your lips, you were out of your mind, the dark vision stimulating physical contact and you started to feel your body wanting to reach the limit 

  That's when you suddenly remembered some situations with Allen, about how he had the tendency to always compliment how nice your breasts looked, marked in the clothes, a beautiful pervert

"Allen!"  and as expected as soon as said the stimulation about your nipples stopped, abruptly , bringing you to the act of consciousness, your hips kept fucking with other people's fingers and knowing well that kind of not-so-subtle delicacy you deduced "hm~fuck, selm, please"

 You tightened your fingers on the chair and continued to fuck the serim fingers and they continued to bring you to an end again, you came harder this time, moaned deeply and arched desperately to spill yourself over the serim fingers without any forgiveness.

 "Poor thing, it's destroyed" in this case now would be your last test, even if there was only the host left you thought this would be the end result, but then the blindfold was off your face, jungmo exchanged eye contact with you before smiling, moving his hand over your face and brush your hair out of the way, you felt warm for a mere second before he lifted you up.

 "Let's show them what a slut you are y/n" jungmo led you to the couch, face turned to the giant wheel of men watching you, you on one hand could feel coerced but it was indescribable , the amount of black orbs watching you without any affection, it was just attractive. He helped you remove your panties, pushed your  knees further apart and then put his cock out, scraped the tip across your sensitive vulva making your legs weak and then entered without mercy, being so well received.  He growled, held you by the hips and then started to fuck you, quickly, without your insides tearing and you started to lose strength, needing to lay your torso on the couch.  You thought you weren't drunk yet but when the light hit your eyes and the tip of jungmo's cock hit your sensitive spot you felt everything spinning again, the moan flowed naturally from your lips, singing for the whole room to hear, jungmo he was performing on your body in front of his friends, all of then attentive, having fun with the joke, eager to be next in line, getting that game totally out of control and if you stopped five minutes you would have noticed Taeyoung making fun of your face, noticing how miserable looks now ready to come for the third time in less than two hours.

You already felt the overstimulation building, your sensitive body responding in a hurry, far from it being over. You started moaning louder as jungmo started to accelerate.

 "Good pet, come on my dick go" he started pushing, punching hard and you instantly fell apart again, jungmo still non stop started moving and moving, and then pouring inside you, handing you over to the next one, who delivered to the next until everyone is fully satisfied and you are destroyed, lying on the sofa, motionless, unable to even speak.

 "You did great, and you won the game!"  Serim said with a certain delicacy, stroking your face to remove the sweaty hair and leave a seal on your forehead "don't worry too much, we'll take care of you now, try to rest"

[127luvr]

Hi :) Can I request a fanfic with Cravity's Seongmin where reader has a totally obvious crush on him.

Give me your love

Ahn Seongmin x Male Reader

You stared at Seongmin from afar, keeping your bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth. It was hard—keeping your eyes off of him even as he sat getting his makeup done. The only sign that he was awake being the rhythmic tapping of his long fingers on the stylist’s desk. He looked so elegant, the cherry pearl necklace sitting perfectly around his neck.

You didn’t get to interact with him often, only bumping into him during award shows or when you were conveniently promoting at the same time.

Regardless, you were smitten. Every conversation left you a stuttering mess, something he brushed off as you just being an introvert. His members however—they always gave you a knowing look when they were around you.

“(Y/n)-ah.” You swallowed hard, walking up to Seongmin’s sweet voice. “Do I have something on my face?” You stared down at him as he looked up at you from the chair, the mere act of him looking at you making you weak to your knees. Refusing to meet his burning gaze, you shook your head. “Then what is it?”

You pulled up an empty chair next to Seongmin, sitting so close you could smell his refreshing cologne. This was bad for you.

“What is… what?” Seongmin turned away from his stylist to face you, raising an eyebrow towards you.

“Your death stare.” He chuckles, a sound that immediately makes the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Just kidding!” The stylist leaves with a last touch up of makeup for Seongmin, leaving the two of you alone in the room.

You stare at the ceiling, clenching and unclenching your hands in your lap as the silence filled your ears. Panic was settling in. You wanted nothing more than to talk to Seongmin with ease. To ask him about his interests and learn about what kind of music he enjoyed listening to but nothing came out. No matter how many times you tried to form a sentence, it never came out.

“Can I do your makeup?”

You never had the opportunity to play with makeup as a kid—growing up a boy in a rather moderate family it just wasn’t something that piqued your interest. Until now.

Seongmin was practically sitting on your lap, his tongue hanging out of his mouth to signal his deep concentration. You tried to control your breathing as he patted the eyeshadow onto your eyelid—making sure he didn’t notice anything abnormal in your behavior that could weird him out. It was hard to keep your cool—his slim fingers seeming to touch every inch of skin on your face, the smell of his cologne so overwhelming you swore you could taste it.

It was going to be difficult opening your eyes and seeing him so up close. You weren’t sure if you were going to be able to keep your composure any longer.

[stealanity]

⠀⠀ [ park jongseong & yang jungwon ] ꕤ cinderella's dead

⠀⠀⠀⠀ breaking all the rules cause they were only habits, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ cinderella's dead now.

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in which... ⠀⠀⠀the little demon hopping on y/n's left shoulder looks satisfied with their little life hidden in the shadows : the young student carried away by the flood of parties, hanging on their not-so-wise boyfriend jay's arm. but what does the little angel think, sitting quietly on their right shoulder, when their sweet eyes fall on the alluring innocence of yang jungwon?

pairing⠀˒˒⠀badboy ! jay x student ! reader x student ! jungwon

genre⠀˒˒⠀written serie, highschool!au, classmate!jungwon, bf!jay, fluff, angst

warnings⠀˒˒⠀don't pay attention to the timestamps, underage alcohol/drugs consumption, fights, blood, injuries, cheating, a lot of lies, a lot of tears, strong language, suggestive, swearing a lot, emotional damage, etc but i’ll mark the chapters when we get there!

special guests⠀˒˒⠀cha woonggi (ex-to1), ahn seongmin (cravity), shim jayoon (stayc), pham hanni (newjeans), kang taehyun (txt), han jihyo (weeekly), shin ryujin (itzy), cho seoyoung (purple kiss), park sunghoon (enha)

statut⠀˒˒⠀upcoming !

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MASTERLIST !

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profils : y/n ⋆ jungwon ⋆ jay

chapter one : not you two jungwon.

chapter two

chapter three

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[restlessmaknae]

better together [serim]

“don’t look at me like that” with serim + academic rivals/children of rival families to lovers [requested by @dat-town]

➳ Characters: Serim x female!reader/you

➳ Genre: slice of life, coming of age, real-life bittersweet

➳ Words: 2k

➳ Warning: mentions of pressuring parents, seeing a counsellor

➳ A/N: This story was requested by the lovely @dat-town for my request event, so I truly hope that you enjoy it, dear! ❤️

You can still request stories for the event: you can find the guidelines here and the masterlist here.

➳ CRAVITY taglist: @tsunchani, @dat-town

Park Serim was someone you truly despised.

The boy seemed to have it all: the looks, the smarts, the friends and even the surprisingly down-to-earth personality. You had lived in the same affluent neighbourhood where every family had at least one politician, doctor, lawyer, businessman, entrepreneur or heir to a conglomerate living under the posh roof of their mansion, and you were no exception. What complicated things was that your father and Serim’s father worked in the same industry, in pretty much the same position, and their companies were neck-to-neck in a constant battle. No wonder you two were destined to be rivals from the very start, especially because you were the same age.

You had both excelled at school, but what had fuelled your determination had been the pressure from your parents, not from him. In fact, he had never made a comment on the tense relationship between your parents, had never pointed out if he had scored one more point than you on a test, if he had earned a compliment from a teacher when you had made a mistake in the same class or anything that would have signalled that he had thought of himself as someone better than you.

On the other hand, all of the parents, all of the teachers and all of your classmates had made it apparent time and time again that you were the two top students in the year, just like how your parents had been at university. At one point, your mother had mused that not going to the same school with Park Serim would put you in the best light, yet your father had no intention of giving in, saying that it would look like you had tried to back away from the challenge, you had lost again Serim.

So you had stayed, living each day under the crippling pressure from your parents to do at least as well as Serim, if not better; in the watching eyes of your classmates who were yearning for some drama between you two, sneakily like mosquitoes looking for blood; and with the constant knot in your stomach that one day, you might mess it all up. You had held out because you had told yourself that university would be better, yet little did you know, you had been admitted to the same university with Serim, under the same department, albeit for a different course.

Park Serim was someone you tried so hard to despise.

Yet, seeing the young, captivating man the lanky boy had grown into in the hallways, hearing his name in girls’ muffled conversations who were checking him out, and constantly being reminded that he was, in fact, a good person with a big heart - helping some girls with their boxes and suitcases when moving into the dorms, tutoring a junior who was struggling with Advanced Maths in the library, being in the students’ union and campaigning for accessible mental health options - made it truly difficult to despise him. He was your rival after all, so why couldn’t he be arrogant like his father, why couldn’t he have bad manners, why couldn’t he be the womaniser type, so that you could hate him? Most important of all, why… why on Earth could he never drag you down, humiliate you or trigger you to snap at him, to call him names, to hate him for the rest of your life?

The truth is, it was because he had never hated you in the first place, and he made sure that you knew that when he bumped into you at a students’ union party, and you (probably) looked pathetic in his eyes, standing in the corner with no one to talk to. You didn’t need his pity, so you left almost immediately after your conversation, puzzled about how to feel about him and his confession.

His words rang in your ears whenever you passed by him in the following weeks, his words were mocking you for all the past instances when you had made yourself see more into things, and made you believe that he truly hated you. Time after time, you found it more and more difficult to hate him, let alone when you crossed paths when you were both at your most vulnerable - when you both sat in the corridor, waiting for your respective counsellors, the ones he had campaigned so much for.

You had assumed that he had only done it for others because as selfless as he was, he always put others first, but as it turned out, he needed those sessions just as much as you did, but you wouldn’t have told him about your side if it hadn’t been for him speaking up first.

“Do you find the sessions useful?” He broke the silence that fell upon the two of you in this secluded part of the building, the grand door at the end of the corridor keeping out all the noises of cheerful giggling, shuffling feet and the mindless chatter of the carefree university students. The atmosphere on the two sides of the door could not have been any different, but you didn’t mind for you couldn’t really relate to all that was going on on the other side of it.

You turned your gaze towards the boy who was looking at you as if you had been an intricately put together equation that he couldn’t quite decipher. You didn’t blame him, you felt the same way towards him.

“I do,” you responded curtly, wondering how much he wanted to know. There was nothing pressuring in his gaze, if anything, he stared at you like someone who cared, but that just made you feel more vulnerable and even smaller than before.

“I’m glad,” he nodded, and whether it was relief on his part or approval, you couldn’t tell, but one thing was for sure, Serim did look lighter. His shoulders easened, and the ends of his lips turned upwards, only a tiny bit. There was a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and even that was a bit bittersweet. You didn’t expect him to continue, but he did so as he turned his face from yours to look ahead of himself as if he was reminiscing.

“I do, too,” he added belatedly, referring to finding the sessions useful. He was playing with his fingers, busy drawing invisible patterns on his skin while talking. “I really needed someone to talk to, someone who doesn’t know about our families, or at least, someone who doesn’t judge. I feel like we’ve been in that suffocating atmosphere for so long, it was difficult to break out and think any differently than how we’ve been brought up.”

Looking at his side profile while listening to his words made you feel conflicted; a part of you only knew him from afar, from a safe distance, by the sidelines, and you had always made sure that it stayed that way. Now, you could see the flaws in his flawless facade; the slight blemishes along the edges of his skin, the bulge of his Adam's apple while he was pulling himself together for an answer, the slight shake of his long, delicate eyelashes. You realised that you had never looked at him before, you had merely looked through him - as if looking at him would burn you, it would hurt you, it would make you feel worse -, but now, you felt more understood than ever before. His words touched your soul, the part of you that you kept behind closed doors, tucked far away from the curious eyes, keys upon keys guarding the entrance.

“I’ve assumed that you didn’t feel this way. You looked like you were at peace with it all, like the pressure didn’t bother you,” you vocalised, the Serim of the present right in front of you and the Serim in your memories clashing against each other. You had always, wrongly, assumed that he had it under control, that he was like a stone that could never be shaken or swayed, but now you realised that he was neither stern, nor unbreakable.

“I’ve tried to make myself believe the same, that it didn’t bother me,” he admitted between shaky breaths, and he looked back at you when you inquired:

“Was it your choice to come here?”

It could have been his parents for all you knew even though you couldn’t imagine them taking his mental or physical health into account as long as he was the best. It could have been his peers taking note of his changing habits or his friends who were worried about him. It could have been a professor like in your case who was concerned seeing your fatigued state given your always overachieving self.

Serim nodded, slowly at first as if he was afraid of the consequences of his actions, then he bobbed his head a second time - more confident than for the first time.

“How about you?”

You nodded, too, and he yet again masked his face in something that prickled at your skin, solely because you weren’t used to seeing this, seeing all that curiosity and affection and need to protect. Your first instinct was to pull up the walls around you, to resist, to turn away.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you found yourself saying, the words leaving your mouth feebly despite the warning edge to them. Serim was understandably perplexed for you didn’t usually talk to him like that.

“Like what?”

“Like you care.”

“But I do,” he confessed without thinking twice about it, and your lips parted seeing how unwavering he was with his response. Seeing you blink at him in confusion, he answered your unasked question, too. “It hurts me to know that there’s someone who might have gone through the same that I did, or even if not the same, then something similar.”

The fragile confession that left his mouth while you were both waiting for your turn with your own counsellor made you seen, heard and understood by someone whom you had assumed to be feeling something completely different. Never in your life would you have expected Park Serim to be the one to deliberately want to care about you, but the truth is, you realised that you wanted to do the same. Seeing how much he helped out and cared for others around him - yourself included -, you didn’t want to wish anything ill onto him despite your parents’ rivalry.

You couldn’t say anything to his words though because the door of your counsellor’s office flew open, and after the student before you left, you were invited in. However, when you finished with your session, you found Serim sitting in the same chair after his own session, and despite the urge in you to walk past him as if you hadn’t knowledged his presence (like you usually did), you walked up to him, asking how he felt (something that was asked from you both at the beginning and at the end of your sessions). His smile was genuine this time when he replied that he felt good, he felt relieved.

“Me too,” you agreed, and let your lips curl a tiny bit upwards before giving in to his suggestion to walk back to the dorms together.

Because being together with him suddenly didn’t feel wrong or bad, it actually felt good. It felt like a safe haven to escape to, and you realised that Park Serim could never be someone you truly despised. Not anymore.

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[kpop-kitkat]

i’d like to request a fluffy angst (angsty fluff) with taeyoung from cravity please!! 🥰🥰 have a good day!

imbroglio | k.ty

# . this actually took forever please forgive me *cry*. just now starting to write on tumblr again, so i hope you enjoy it!

# . pairing : kim taeyoung x female reader

# . genre/warnings : angst, fluff, moderate language,  attempt of sexual assault 

# . word count : 1.1k

the waves crashed against the shore calmly as a group of high school seniors sat around a warm campfire, under the light of the moon. they sat in silence, voices sore from singing their hearts out together. hyeongjun and his girlfriend cuddled up in blankets together, minhee and seongmin clung to each other for warmth, and everyone else sat on the log benches as they wrapped blankets around themselves. 

y/n looked up and met taeyoung’s gaze through the orange flames. she gave him a small, sleepy little smile. he smiled back. he thought she was the absolute cutest thing to ever walk the earth. 

“imma head in, i’m tired. goodnight everyone,” serim yawned, stretching his limbs before heading to the boys’ tent. 

“me too,” minhee and seongmin said in unison. and eventually everyone was heading in, even all the girls into their own tent. 

but two remained. y/n and taeyoung.

”aren’t you gonna go to bed?” taeyoung raised an eyebrow with a smile.

”not tired,” she shrugged, looking up at the stars. “plus i love looking at the stars.”

”you’re weird,” taeyoung laughed. 

“maybe i am, but i would rather be called weird than normal. normal is… boring,” she explained.

taeyoung shook his head. she was a really interesting girl. that’s why he befriended her in ninth grade, and stayed her friend for three years. she was like nobody he’d even known. she was too special to lose.

”taeyoung?” y/n began.

”yeah?” he tilted his head.

”do you see yourself getting into a relationship anytime soon?” 

the question caught him completely off guard. he swallowed the lump in his throat. “uh… not really, why?” 

“i don’t know, i’ve just been thinking about it lately,” she answered. it went quiet until she spoke up again. “taeyoung?”

”yes?”

”what if i told you that i liked you?” 

this question nearly made him jump, it was so sudden and unexpected. “w-what? you like me?”

she frowned. “uh… y-yes…” she admitted. “what about you?”

he thought to himself. sure he liked her, but he had never even imagined her in any way other than a friend. but he hated to hurt her feelings. he was stuck. and when he didn’t answer her, she got the message very clearly. 

“oh…” she smiled sadly and looked down. she wanted to stay and be brave, but her heart broke, and the tears fell. “sorry,” her voice broke, before she left as quick as she could, going to the girls’ tents. 

“y/n-“ he stretched his hand out, but she was gone. he felt awful. the way his heart hurt when she was gone confused him. he had never felt that way before. it was the effect she had on him that he wasn’t even aware of. 

…

the next day, y/n refused to see taeyoung. she didn’t want to make their situation anymore awkward, and she didn’t want to break down again. but it was hard, especially since taeyoung was trying to find her, and talk with her.

”where’s y/n?” taeyoung asked danielle, one of y/n’s closest friends.

”i don’t know, but i do know she doesn’t want to see you, so stay away from her,” danielle instructed. “or else you deal with me.”

taeyoung mentally rolled his eyes before leaving. he wasn’t scared of danielle. but he was worried for y/n. he didn’t want to make her feel so heartbroken the way he did. 

…

y/n angrily skipped rocks into the ocean waters as her eyes stung with angry tears. she wasn’t mad at anyone but herself. she should’ve kept quiet, and then she might not have got herself into this imbroglio. 

just then, taeyoung’s friend, kyungsun, stepped into her area. “hey.”

”hi,” she said just above a whisper before throwing another rock. 

“you look sad,” kyunsun frowned, sitting beside her. feeling bold, he moved a piece of hair behind her ear. “why?”

”I’d rather not talk about it,” she answered, moving away from him, but he only scooted closer to her.

”i can make you happier, you know,” he said, moving his hand to rest on her exposed thigh. 

“stop it kyungsun,” she told him off, standing up. but when she did, he grabbed her wrist and turned her around, quickly kissing her lips with unholy desires. “ahh!” she screamed trying to pull her face away from his, but he overpowered her.

”hey!” yelled a familiar voice in the distance. taeyoung. “get the hell away from her!”

kyungsun looked up at taeyoung in fear, quickly letting go of y/n. “t-taeyoung! this isn’t what you think it is, i swear-“

“sure looks like what i think it is,” taeyoung growled. he quickly pushed him away from y/n and held her close to him. “i can’t believe i ever called someone like you a friend. get out of here. before i tell.”

kyungsun gulped down before sprinting away from the scene. 

taeyoung sighed before turning to y/n. “you alright? did he hurt you?” he glanced over her body.

”i’m okay,” she whispered, moving away from him. she didn’t want to fall even further for him when she knew exactly how he felt about her. 

“y/n-“ he frowned.

”no taeyoung, i don’t want to hear you lie to me just to make me feel better,” she snapped.

”but that’s not-“

”please!” she yelled, looking him straight in the eyes. “i don’t want anything but the truth.”

”but this is the truth… y/n, i didn’t say i liked you back, because at the time, i thought i didn't. but seeing you with another guy like that, it- it sparked something inside me that i’ve never felt before. i like you a lot, i’m sorry it took so long for me to realize it,” he explained.

she looked at him understandingly. “it’s okay,” she smiled. “sorry for being dramatic, i shouldn’t have left like that,” she laughed, looking at the sand beneath their feet. her gaze was raised when taeyoung’s hand came under her chin, their eyes reconnecting.

”so can i kiss you yet or are you going to keep talking?” he raised an eyebrow with a smirk. 

y/n didn't answer and leaned her face towards his. he took it as a ‘yes’ and quickly captured her lips, one hand on her face and one around her waist. she grabbed his face and kissed him deeper, hands beginning to entangle in his soft brown locks.

when they eventually pulled away, taeyoung lovingly gazed down at her. “you’re so cute, you know that?”

”shut up.”

[yv17]

a/n: as a cravity stan and a person whose bias list is 90% vocalists i am very disappointed with how underrated this man is i mean have you heard him ????? a literal angel and that's it. also idk but i kinda feel like this is a tiny bit too long for a timestamp 👀

[05:40] "well, why don't you just tell them how you feel?"

"as if it was that easy in real life" you said, taking a deep breath in and sighing. for the last hour you and your best friend, woobin, have been trying to figure out how you should confess to your crush, but even with all this time, the two of you still found no good way of doing that. "we're not in a romance movie, you know."

"it would've been so much easier for me to help you if you just told me who they are" the boy stated, continuing to draw random doodles in the notebook in front of him "that way my brain could actually work properly and we would find a way within minutes."

"wait, you have a brain?" you joked, trying to change the topic, but woobin quickly caught onto your poor attempt, just shaking his head with a small smile.

"i actually do, unlike some." he said, the remark making you roll your eyes. "and that brain of mine tells me you're trying to shift the conversation so you won't have to tell me who's that secret person you've been obsessing over for the past, i don't know, three months? come on, i'm sure it can't be bad."

you kept quiet for a second, trying to contain your thoughts. woobin was your best friend, he was always the one you would run to with any gossip about people you disliked or any of your monthly obsessions, as well as your crushes. he was always very supportive of you; he helped you get ready for dates, brought you your favorite snacks and arranged movie nights for the two of you when someone broke your heart. he was the closest person you had. so why wouldn't you tell him?

well, it was quite obvious. because the one you liked this time was him.

"i guess i'm just" you started off slowly, taking a break mid sentence to drink some water "afraid of your reaction."

woobin looked at you with his brows furrowed "please tell me it's not taeyoung, or else i swear to god, i'll eat you alive."

his comment seemed to ease your stress a little, making you laugh in the process as you shaked your head no. "well, for a person who claims he has a brain, you really are ignoring the most obvious option out there."

"well, enlighten me then"

you took a deep breath in, getting ready to actually confess to him "the one i actually like is in this room right now." woobin looked at you, pretending to be too dumb to understand what you just said. he thought for a second, before finally speaking up:

"your cat? damn, so many years of being friends with you and i had no idea you're into anima-"

"oh come on you know very well that i'm talking about you" you interrupted him before he finished his sentence, your eyes trailing to see your cat peacefully sleeping on the couch. look anywhere, just not at woobin.

"and i thought you were going to tell me something i don't know" the boy said, making you turn your head towards him, letting out a little 'what' in the process. "come on, we both know that you're the most obvious person ever" he added, his gaze focused on his notebook and the doodles he was drawing, as if he was completely unbothered by your confession.

"but you're also very lucky, because i feel the same."

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Ineffable

- a social media au by celestaeyoung

Kang Minhee x Female!Reader

Do words ever completely fail you? Do you ever find it challenging to describe something because you just can't find the words to do so? In cases like this, you can turn to the word "ineffable". It means "unspeakable" or "indescribable." So if you ever have feelings for someone, but you can't put into words just how you feel about them, you can describe your feelings as ineffable. Kang Minhee would express his feelings for Jeon Y/n as ineffable. The way she carried herself, the sound of her laugh, the sight of her smile, he just could not put into words how hard he had fallen. As for Y/n, she did know what she felt for Minhee, and it was a lot. These two were so irrevocably in love with each other it was painful yet beautiful at the same time. The only problem? The two barely knew each other. They had had, at most, three conversations by their second year at university. But, when a certain poodle-like friend of Minhee's decides to be his outgoing self once again, everything seems to fall for the two. Whether that is into place or apart is yet to be determined.

Warnings: Swearing, female reader, slut-shaming (but all only as a joke between good friends who know they're all okay with it. Also as self-deprecating humour), self-deprecating humour, I haven't specified the reader's sexuality, but she definitely isn't straight. I've tried to make everything about the reader as ambiguous as possible, besides her being female and using she/her/hers pronouns. If I've made anything too specific in one direction, please let me know and I'll do my best to fix it!

Also, I go to a Scottish university, basing the university life in the story on what I know and my experiences, so there may be specific Scottish events and situations. I don't know about Higher Education outside of Scotland, so this may differ from what you've seen.

Introduction: Y/n's Harem | Trashboat Supreme | Private Twitters

Part One: Hyeongjun's Home for Lost Introverts

Part Two (1/2): Y/n vs Institutionalised Sexism

Part Two (2/2): Y/n's Malewife/Sugardaddy

Part Three: Ladies, she's single

Part Four: Kiss the Homies with Y/n and her Harem

Part Five: Here Comes the Boy

Part Six: "Oh no, Hyeongjun Stole My Girl Again!" - Everyone, 2021

Part Seven: She Did The Bare Minimum, Minhee

Part Eight: She's a Sappho Stan

Part Nine: Jisung's a Lesbian???

Part Ten: Haha, He's Coming Out of the Closet

Part Eleven: Ketchup and Mustard

Part Twelve 1/2: LEE HEESEUNG?!?

Part Twelve 2/2: The One and Only Lee Eunsang

Part Thirteen: Interrogation Failed

Part Fourteen: Minhee Stepdad Era

Part Fifteen: Threesome ≠ Sex