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tinyarsonist · 7 months

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Volume: Up

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Summary: In which heart throb K-Pop Idol, Bangchan, just shows you how 'Christopher' he can really be.

MDNI 18+ Only

TW: idol!Chan, IdolTrainee!Y/N(fem!), drinking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it up), smut in general, dirty talk, swearing, masturbation, dumification, nipple play (fem!), cum on stomach, PleasureDom!Chan, switch!reader (fem!), pull out, cum on stomach, let me know if I missed anything!

Italics are in Korean. Bold is in Spanish. Rest in English.

Volume Series: Part One | Part Two | ?

You were still in awe.

You started your career as an idol fairly late in the game, making you older than most. But, when you entered the world of K-pop, you knew this was what you were meant to do. You were already creating music since you were young, and how hard could it be?

Very.

There were days as a trainee when you felt like giving up. You left your friends and family back home to pursue your dream, and after years, you still felt like you were right back at the same spot you started. Never moving. Stagnant.

That's when you discovered Stray Kids. Watching their debut to where they are now. It motivated you.

Then, one day, your company announces that they want you to lead a team. They presented you with suitable candidates for your girl group, but something in you felt like something wasn't right. "Sorry," you apologize to your board. "But, if I may be so bold as to recruit my own members?"

You wanted a family. Craved friendship beyond just another gig. And, well, let's say it worked out very well for you.

This brings you to the present day--standing in DIV studio, surrounded by its members, to do an interview. Your group was just starting out and already doing well. You've posted a couple of dance practices and some ballad covers you performed as a group, tracking some major views across all social media. DIV wanted to be the first to be a part of the soon-to-be international hype.

"You ready?" Eric smiled at you as the crew set up your microphone. You nodded happily. The rest of your group couldn't make it due to schedule. It felt weird not having the rest of your girls around you, but knew this wasn't an opportunity you just passed up.

Time passes, and so far, the interview is going great. It was amazing being around like-minded people. And, it was also nice being able to curse and not have to worry about your 'imagine' among them. They were free to be who they wanted. They wanted to break the mold; conformity was not in their dictionary. It took a while to let your company agree to the interview in the first place, but this was the direction you wanted to take the group. To be yourself and just produce music.

"Okay, so next up is the heart rate challenge." Eric smiled. You were divided into teams; you and Eric vs. Peniel and BM. The winner would be dubbed by the lowest combined heart rate.

"You're going down!" BM teased as Peniel hyped him up in the back. You grin brightly.

"Considering you boys are literally jumping around before the monitor is even placed, I think it's safe to say we'll win."

"Oh okay, that's how it's gonna be??" Peniel laughed. "Then let's make a bet; the loser buys everyone barbeque!"

Eric and you agreed in a heartbeat. You were already craving galbi and rice. Peniel essentially just bought the dinner you were going to buy tonight anyway.

As the heart monitors are placed, you try your best to stay calm. You were an anxious person in general, but when push comes to shove, you always had a way of relaxing yourself.

Peniel and BM went first. Eric and you teased them relentlessly during their time duration of 5 minutes. Peniel started blushing during his time up when you started throwing winks and kisses his way. Their combined score was 250.

"That's not far!" Peniel groaned as the video crew asked for a short break to recalibrate their equipment. "She's too cute, like how does someone not get flustered?"

"It's all fun and games in love and war," you winked at him. Everyone laughed except Peniel, who just took out his phone and pouted. His fingers typed furiously on his keyboard. Once it was time to get the cameras rolling again, Peniel had a knowing smirk on his face. You couldn't help but wonder what he was concocting. You just knew he was plotting his revenge against you.

Eric went first. Despite the constant harassment Peniel and BM gave him, you couldn't help but laugh at their jabs. "You're supposed to be on my team!" Eric roared at you at his last 10 seconds on the clock. Despite everything, his heart rate totaled to 120. All you had to do was ignore the comments for a minute. You got this. You sat down in the middle of the floor and crossed your legs, getting in an almost meditative position. The rest followed. Then the buzzer started.

"So," Peniel started as soon as the timer started going. "You learned Korean by yourself, right?"

You shot him a distrusting glance. "Yes..."

Peniel and BM nodded their heads slowly. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very interesting." Eric shot you a glance. He could feel it, too. Based on how the two acted Eric's turn was completely different, they were calm. Too calm. They were up to something.

"One might say," Peniel feigned thoughtfulness by stroking his chin. "You had an interest in learning Korean before you even had thought of becoming a trainee."

Crap. He saw the clip.

Before your group days, you would do little lives here and there. Just want to document your early days and interact with anyone who wants to chat. During that time, you mentioned the real reason you learned Korean was to easily watch interviews without the need for subtitles. Then you casually mentioned how much of a fan you were for a certain boy group. Your fans, which was very little back then, took those clips and circulated them online. Which was fine. It gained some traction that you were a STAY and helped grow your platform. It was a bit embarrassing, essentially admitting that you only learned the language to watch their episodes and lives to get full context. But, hey, it also helped you get to where you are today.

Getting bullied by two idols so they don't have to pay for your dinner.

"Yes, Peniel. I learned Korean so I can watch Stray Kids' interviews live." You roll your eyes but keep track of where your monitor is. 95bpm. Not bad. So long as you stayed below 130, that galbi was yours.

Peniel and BM continued to stroke their chins. "Interesting"/"Yes, yes, very... Stray Kids fan. Very cool"

Peniel held up a finger before leaving the room. You looked around at the crew, confused. Eric laughed and peered after him; "Where is he going?"

His question was answered as Peniel stepped back into the room with a shorter figure behind him. You moved around to peer behind Peniel, and when you locked eyes with the guest, your heart rate shot up. 110bpm.

Eric and BM rose to give a small bow when Chan said his hellos. You stayed still in your place. Embarrassment immediately washed over you. But you took a deep breath in and out, 3 minutes until you can freak out. 3 minutes, and you can process every single emotion you are feeling.

Chan gave you a little wave, his dimples showing as he smiled. Ugh, he might as well shoot you in the heart right now.

"You're not gonna stand up?" Peniel teased. You immediately shook your head. As much as you wanted to say hi, dinner was calling your name. Seeing Chan in the flesh was amazing. But Galbi beat everything at this moment. BM smiled brightly and motioned for Chan to take a seat next to you. How sweet.

2 minutes. 115bpm.

You bowed your head slightly to say hello, still a bit too stunned to speak. Chan gave a small head bow back. "Sorry about this," he chuckled. You told him it was okay, but still unable to make eye contact. Despite that, you knew he looked incredible. He always did.

Focus! You tried to snap yourself out of it and took deep breaths. In and out. In and out.

"So... you learned Korean to watch us live? That's sweet," Chan felt awkward all of a sudden. When Peniel texted him, this wasn't what he expected to be doing during the interview. "How many languages do you know?"

You close your eyes and focus back on the game. Here you were making casual conversation, while 3 other idols were jabbing at you, trying to get your heart rate back up. "Four; English, Korean, Japanese, and Spanish."

"Holy crap, how is it going down?!" Eric looked at the monitor and backed up at you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to maintain a steady rhythm. Everyone but Chan was losing their shit.

You could hear BM jump to his feet. The impending doom of a very large bill drove his heart rate up. "Chan, do something!" He exclaimed in Korean. Chan giggled next to you; "What? What do I do?"

"Hit on her!" Peniel got up as well. All attention is now on Chan. Eric stood up and pointed at the two competitors; "Hey! Hey! You leave her alone!"

You couldn't help but chuckle; "I was subscribed to his bubble. I was in the trenches with the rest of STAY. There's nothing he can say that I haven't heard."

Chan clicked his teeth with his tongue. His eyes narrowed. A challenge. He looked at you, with your eyes still closed, before casting his gaze over at Eric. "Anyway, we can mute our mics for a sec?"

Your eyes shot open.

1 minute. 120bpm.

BM ran over to mute your mic. As soon as he backed up, Chan leaned in close to your ear. His breath tickled your cheek, and you had to close your eyes again. 125 bpm. 30 seconds.

"I bet I can make you scream in Korean."

Chan wasn't expecting you to turn your head so quickly towards him. The way your face flushed. Your eyes wide. Everything about you was making his heart race. You locked eyes with him and felt like you couldn't breathe. This was it. That free galbi was gone.

The buzzer went off.

Everyone turned to the monitor.

129bpm.

You shot up from your seat and hugged Eric. Peniel and BM groaned at their loss. Chan laughed as he watched the two of you jumping around, singing about free barbeque.

He took a moment to sneak a look at you, his gaze traveling up and down. The way your hair bounced with you and how your outfit was snuggling your curves just right. He stood up as Eric said their sign-off. Once the cameras were shut off, the teasing started between the four. Peniel placed his arm around the younger idol and pulled him in a side hug. "It's okay," he reassured Chan. "It's not entirely your fault. A good majority of it. But, not fully."

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. Everyone came up to thank him for coming over. That's when he locked eyes with you again, giving him a bright smile.

You gave the bow you weren't able to give before, formally introducing yourself. You all talked for a bit until you felt your hunger start to spike up; "Okay, so when are we getting dinner?"

The group settled for a time later tonight so everyone could get ready. BM invites Chan to tag along.

"No no," Chan shook his head, not wanting to impose. Peniel tickled his stomach as the rest of the group tried to get him to agree. You couldn't help but chime in. Part of you being selfish and wanting to spend more time with him and also wanting to get a jab in at Peniel and BM; "Come on, it'll be fun. And free!"

Chan looked at you. It was subtle, but his cheeks turned a bit red. "Y-yea, okay."

Chan made his way back to his dorm. The rest of the members who share the space are away on their own schedules. It was rare for Chan to spend the night alone.

He groaned as he plopped on the couch. He was still a bit jet lagged from flying from NYC back home. Laying his head on the back of the couch, he tried to take a nap before having to get ready to head out for dinner with you and the rest of the group.

You.

His mind was restless, and for some reason, they kept fluttering back to you. No matter how much he tried to push them out, he couldn't stop thinking about your big doe eyes. The way your breath hitched as he leaned in. The perfume you were wearing.

Was it Channel? Gucci? Whatever it was, it was flowery like a spring day. He could still smell it on his clothes oh so slightly.

Biting his lower lip, he got up from his seat and headed to the shower. The warm water was welcoming as he tried to clear his head. Unfortunately, it seemed there was only one thing to rid him of these thoughts.

The amount of guilt he felt once he stroked his cock to the thought of you was soon discarded as his mind wandered even more.

What were you like? Did you relinquish control or demand it? Were your lips as soft as he can imagine? Your mouth--oh God. How would it feel to have it wrapped around him? Were you a moaner? A screamer? Could he scramble your brain so much that you scream for him in Korean? Would you come in multiple languages?

He sped up his pace even faster. Water cascaded down his back as he faced the tile bathroom wall. One hand on the structure to ground him as he lost himself at the thought of you. He leaned his head back as he felt himself building and building. The warm water was a comforting feeling on his scalp.

The way he would take you as soon as you entered the dorm. No words, just a clash of flesh as he stripped you of your clothes and bent you over the couch. He wouldn't waste any time and would just thrust into your--oh God. How would you feel around his dick? How tight--

He muffled a moan as he came on his hand. The shower washed away any evidence of his inappropriate thoughts of you. He panted heavily and stood under the water for a couple of moments, pleasure rippling through him soon to be replaced with an abundant amount of guilt for getting off to someone he barely knew.

Maybe that was the thrill of it. Maybe the thought of having someone who didn't know his ups and downs is what did it for him.

Chan didn't have time to dwell on the thought as the time to meet up was fast approaching. And he hated to admit, but the thought of seeing you made his now softening cock twitch.

By the time Chan arrived at the restaurant, platters and drinks were spread across the shared table. BM and Peniel bought out a room so they could enjoy their meal without prying eyes. Chan could hear them hollering in the room before he even opened the door. His ears rang as they all loudly greeted him.

"Look who finally made it!" Peniel laughed as Chan took a seat across from them. Eric and BM were putting meat on the grill as they said their greetings. Chan couldn't help but scan the room, taking note that you weren't there. He tried to play it cool as he asked if you were running late.

"She texted us saying there was something she needed to finish up at home," BM answered him. Eric couldn't help but wiggle his eyebrows at Chan.

"Why? Scared she might not come?"

"No, no." Chan chuckled awkwardly while looking off to the side. "Was just wondering, is all."

The boys all made cooing noises. A flush of embarrassment washed over Chan at their teasing. Peniel smirked; "Wouldn't blame you, she's gorgeous!"

Chan poured himself a shot of soju, trying his best to drown out their teasing and take the stress away. The three men quit their teasing and talked about mundane things; schedules, new music coming out, and how big the bags under Chan's eyes were.

"I just flew back from New York!"

"Doesn't matter! Ever heard of eye cream!"

They were laughing at one another by the time you entered the room. Everyone stood up to greet you with a bow, and you bowed back. Gesturing for them to take their seats again. "Sounds like a party in here," you smiled as you took a seat next to Chan. He took note of how you wore your hair up in a messy bun, showing off your silver necklace. That flowery smell radiated off of you, and he had to lean a bit to the side so it didn't flood his senses in all the right ways.

"Is that soju or vodka?" You spot a filled shot glass from across the table. "Actually, it doesn't matter. Hand me it."

Chan watched you down the shot with a smile and motioned for Eric to pour you another one. "Hard day?"

The second shot went down a bit smoother and you gave him a grin. "You can say that."

He didn't need to know that the line he whispered in your ear had stressed you out to your core. It was possibly the hottest thing any man has ever said to you. It was all you could think about by the time you reached your dorm. His voice echoed in the back of your mind causing your body to feel hot.

He didn't need to know the real reason why you were late to dinner.

That you were squirming on your bed, rubbing yourself furiously between your legs. Trying to get all the tension out of your body before having to see him again.

And now you were sitting next to him. The man responsible for one of the best solo sessions in your life.

"I mean, I did have to spend half the day with these three." You gestured to the rest of the group who just booed at you. Eric rolled up a napkin and threw it your way, causing you to laugh.

As you and the group ate and drank, the room was beginning to get louder and louder. It wasn't long until everyone became tipsy.

You just finished cooking up your Galbi and offered it to the rest of the group who everyone, except Chan, declined. You used the tongs to bring it over to his plate before attempting to cut it. "Damn things," you huffed under your breath. The scissors were dull and worn out. Trying to cut through the meat was as effective as slicing a rib-eye with a spoon.

"Here," Chan grabbed the tongs and scissors from your hand. Despite the very brief time that his fingers brushed yours, you couldn't help but blush a bit as he gave you your half. You didn't have time to feel embarrassed as you caught Eric eyeing the two of you. He had his fingers interlaced and resting his head on them.

"You two look cute together~"

"Shut up," you mumble and grab some kimchi to add to your plate.

Chan sat quietly next to you. He plopped some food in his mouth, the best excuse he had to not comment. BM chuckled before pouring another round of drinks. "What did you say to her anyway? Peniel was screaming so loud I couldn't even hear it."

The two of you were sitting so close to one another, that you could feel Chan stiffen next to you. No doubt, wanting to avoid another round of ridicule from his colleagues.

"Awe, jealous he wasn't whispering in your ear instead?"

That snarky reply was all it took for the other two boys to holler and tease the living crap out of him. As the night progressed, soon talk of continuing the party commenced. Chan mentioned he had a free dorm tonight.

"You in?" Eric asked you. You looked up from your plate of Galbi and rice. You were so distracted by your plate that you didn't realize they were all waiting for your answer. You hesitated. You obviously had this attraction to Chan since the interview. Hell since even before you became a trainee. The frustration of him being so near, mixed with alcohol, might just be the equation for something disastrous.

Chan bit his lower lip while sneaking a glance at you. He knew it was stupid to invite everyone over. To invite you over. He was already feeling the effects of drinking so much, trying to keep pace with everyone. What if he slipped up? Did something that made you hate him?

But then a wonderful thought popped into his mind: What if something amazing happened?

"It'll be fun," Chan gave you his shy grin. Your heart raced as you two locked eyes. How could you say no to that face?

"You got this," you whispered to yourself as you stood in front of Chan's door. It wasn't every day you're invited to a celebrity's apartment. Especially one that you've imagined in bed with when you're stressed out after work. Everyone left in their own taxi after dinner, planning to meet up at Chan's. You stayed a bit behind to make some phone calls to your family overseas, promising that you would be there soon. "Totally normal get-together. Nothing to worry about."

After a couple of seconds, you gather enough courage to knock on the door. A moment or two the door swings open and Chan stands there. God, he looked great with his messy hair, black tee, and joggers. Giving him that ready-for-bed look--

"Wait, were you asleep?"

Chan's face turned red. He was in bed. But he definitely wasn't sleeping.

"They didn't text you? They got a call on the way over, their schedule moved up earlier in the morning so they headed back home."

Oh.

You pull out your phone and groan. "Batteries dead." You just had to make those calls? You knew your mom could talk your ear off.

"Sorry," you put the phone back in your pocket. Taking a step back, you start to head out. "Have a good night."

"Wait!" He couldn't just let you leave. It could be from all the alcohol, but watching you saunter away felt wrong. He wanted you near him. To stay. "It's late... You can charge your phone and call a cab here if you want."

You didn't fight it. You know you should've. Chan was right, it was late. The responsible thing to do would be to go home. But that didn't stop you from sitting on his couch waiting for your phone to charge enough to call your ride. The two of you scrolled through YouTube on his TV, chatting about anything that came to mind as you both sipped on some mixed drinks Chan concocted when you first entered the apartment.

It was weird. Without the others, conversation flowed almost naturally between you two.

"You mean to tell me, you've never watched any of your own fan cams?!" You exclaimed. Chan shook his head and laughed shyly.

"No, it felt weird watching close-ups of myself if that makes sense?"

"You really should, they always look phenomenal!"

You grabbed the remote to scroll through the recommended videos to watch. Chan took the opportunity took look you over for the umpteenth time tonight. Here he was just in joggers and an oversized shirt while you sported a cute long-sleeved crop top and tight jeans. He had to grab the pillow next to him to cover up the bulge he was sporting.

You settled on a music video by RenMakesMusic. The strum of the guitar had Chan bobbing his head along to the beat. The lyrics were a bit dark but meaningful. "This is good," Chan mused. "Turn it up a bit."

You gladly obliged with a smile, pressing the remote's volume button so his subwoofers would have to do some heavy lifting. Music filled the apartment as the two of you watched the video. You didn't realize it initially, but your shoulder pressed against his. You slowly shifted to your right, to create distance not trying to give him the wrong impression, but were surprised when he leaned back into you. It was comforting.

It was right.

"Everything okay?"

Chan's question broke through your mind wandering. You felt your cheeks heat up a bit. "Y-yea, um. Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, to the right."

Chan watched as you made your way to the guest bathroom. He couldn't help but keep his eyes on your backside. Once you disappeared, he leaned further back into the couch and groaned.

What was he doing? Letting you in this late, checking you out when you weren't looking, trying to get any physical contact no matter how little it was. It was stress, it had to be. His schedule has been so hectic lately his body was trying to find relief since his mind was almost running amock. Chan was so lost in thought that he let YouTube play on in the background. Not paying much attention to what was playing.

When you exited the bathroom, you were greeted with bongos and macarenas bouncing through the dorm. Peaking around the corner you spotted Chan leaning against the couch. He had his head back against the rest, his eyes closed. But despite his worn-down posture, he was still tapping his foot to the beat. "Aw, come on--you call that dancing?"

Your voice brought back his focus. His side smile gave you butterflies and you couldn't help but wear your own when he quipped; "Like you know how to dance to this?"

"Alright, Christopher. Get up." You grabbed the remote next to him and turned up the stereo even more. Hopefully, anyone living above or below the apartment wouldn't be able to hear how the bass shook the walls.

His grin widened at the name change. Almost nobody called him that anymore. There was a fine line between 'Chan' and 'Christopher', one that you seemed to be willing to cross.

What else were you willing to do?

Your hand was extended to him as you stood above him from his seat. The gleam in your eye was bright, almost playful. There was this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. Bubbly and light. How the light casts around your silhouette made him realize why he felt the way he did when his eyes locked on you.

You were a goddess.

"You just gonna sit there? Come on, get up."

He didn't know what you said, but by the way, you grabbed onto his hand and pulled him from his seat, he knew he was in no position to argue.

You were a tough dance instructor. You corrected almost every misstep in Spanish. He couldn't comprehend your scolding, but he'll be damned to admit that at this point, he was doing it on purpose. There was something incredibly hot about being reprimanded in an unknown language.

"Dear all that is mighty," you sighed. "You're too stiff, loosen up a bit. Here, why don't you take the lead instead."

That caused his brain to malfunction a bit. He stuttered like a middle school kid being asked to dance for the first time. Without waiting for a reply, you grab his hands in yours and guide them on your body. His hold on your waist was firm, but not too tough. He didn't want to scare you away. Not when he was so close to you he could smell your shampoo. Especially, not when you wrapped your arms around his neck and those eyes of yours were peering into his soul as you two stepped to the fast beat.

"Feel how my hips are moving?"

Oh, you bet he does.

Pushing those thoughts away, Chan tried to mimic your movement. "That's better!" You praised it, and it took everything in him not to press his body flush against yours right at that moment. He hated to admit it, but as the next song played, something with a slower tempo, every step you took with him around the living room, he somehow magically ended up closer to you.

This is the part where both of you could blame the alcohol.

You both were too inebriated to notice the fact that your phone was fully charged, that your fingers started to play with the bottom of his hair, or the fact that your faces were so close together. Chan's forehead rested on yours as the playlist finally died down to a softer ballad. YouTube ironically telling you two to slow down. But neither showing signs of listening.

"We...are going down a path you might regret." Chan closed his eyes to help steady his breathing. How were you able to do this earlier today? He felt like his heart was going to combust on the spot.

"That I might regret?" You whispered. Being this close to him felt surreal. You were sure you were about to wake up in your bed feeling very frustrated. "You won't?"

The feel of the pressure of your body was draining all his excitement from his chest to his dick. Another form of pressure was beginning to press against his underwear. A flood of penance sprung as quickly as his blood flowed to his quickening erection. "We just barely met. We don't know each other."

You pull away slightly so you can look up at him.

"Then, get to know me."

Chan knew this wasn't what you meant. But, it was too late to turn back now.

You were half-naked, a trail of clothes leading to his room.

For every question he asked, an article of your outfit was essentially ripped off you. Every question you answered, you returned the favor.

"Favorite food?" Whoops, there goes that necklace.

"Beef jerky with sticky rice." Goodbye, Chan's shirt!

He kissed you deeply and backed you up towards his bed. A brief pause as you fell into the soft cushions and he stared down at you. Your lips were puffy, chest rising and falling as you were trying to catch your breath. As much as he reveled in the thought of you being a goddess, there was something about bringing down a higher power that made him absolutely feral. Breaking you down bit by bit with every question.

He climbed on the bed to hover over you, that stupid side smile making another appearance for the night. "That's not exactly a 'food', more of a meal."

"Sorry if I'm--ah. A bit distracted." You close your eyes as he attaches his lips right below your ear. Sucking on your soft skin, not hard enough to leave bruising, but a temporary mark just for his eyes.

Biting your lower lip, you happily extended your neck a bit to give him more access. Mind all fuzzy and unable to think as he littered your neck with small kisses. Chan gripped your thigh and pulled it up a bit, lifting your hips just enough to hold you close to his pelvis, kneading your thighs through your tights.

"Need you to focus." He nipped softly at your skin. "How else am I going to learn everything about you?

"Favorite position?" His fingers went under the hem of your tights and helped you shed the last outer part of your outfit. Once it was thrown somewhere across his room, you wrapped the leg he was holding up around his back and used what momentum you could gather to push his back on the bed. His hands instinctively grabbed onto your hips as you straddled him.

Your lips were soft and gentle as you leaned in for a kiss, the complete opposite of the intensity shared just moments before. "Don't care, so long as I'm full."

Chan wasted no time by stripping himself of his joggers and boxers on your behalf. Stifling a moan as best as he could once he felt your clothed core perfectly placed on his growing erection. Guiding your hips to grind against him, he grinned as you threw your head back and sighed in content. Chan rocked his hips perfectly to the rhythm he set against you, providing the much-needed friction you craved.

You were starting to think he was tanking at dancing salsa on purpose.

"Anything off limits?" You couldn't even register that his hands snuck up to undo your bra clasp. He took a second to appreciate the view. Chan couldn’t stop himself from using his forearms to prop himself up to latch onto one of your nipples. Licking and sucking at anything he could grab. The mewls coming from your mouth sounded like a song he never wanted to end. Your hand caressed the back of his head, pressing him closer.

“Just--mmm. Just don’t stop even if I say so.”

Leaving your breast with a wet ‘plop’, he stared up at you. You could see the usual gleam in his eyes disappear. They became dark, almost predatory. Chan lifted you off so he could be above you again. He traced your skin from the collarbone down to the hem of your underwear. You arched your back at his touch; “Luckily for you--I like begging.”

Your breath hitched. Surely, he could see the wet stain on your underwear by now.

“Any safe words then?”

Last question.

Chan finger slipped underneath the cloth and played with your folds. The way you squirmed underneath him made him want to ruin you more. The chuckle he let out when you tried to squeeze your thighs together made you feel warm all the way down to your core. Chan was quick to use his body to keep you nice and spread. All for him.

“L-lemon…”

“Sorry, couldn’t hear you.” Chan slipped the tip of his middle finger in you. “Could you speak up a bit?”

“Pendej--mmmphhh” You couldn’t finish your quip. Chan pushed in further until he was knuckle-deep. His lips hovered over yours as he slowly worked in and out of you. You kept arching and writhing as he continued his ministrations, mouth wide open as you let out silent moans.

“Ah, ah--I wanna hear you.” Once he added in a second finger, you couldn't contain yourself. Moans were spilling out of you like a pornstar. Even when he kissed you, there was nothing to stop the volume you were outputting. “Good job, baby.”

“Oh?” He chuckled as he felt your walls clamp down on him. “Did you like that?”

You couldn't speak as he kept pressing into you, wiggling his fingers against your walls. “C-chan…please…”

“Sorry, what was that?” He teased as he kissed around your collarbone.

“Chan…”

The bastard kept pretending not to hear you. As if he couldn't feel you practically leaking around his fingers and clenching around him like there was no tomorrow.

You finally had enough.

Grabbing ahold of his face with one hand, you forced him to look at you. His cheeks smashed between your fingers. “Christopher, I swear to God--if you don't fuck me right now I'm taking over.”

Ah, so you did like to be in charge.

With a grin, he gladly ripped off your panties. He pulled away just a bit, taking in your appearance. Wanting to embed it into his brain for any future sessions he might have with himself later on.

He knew he should've grabbed a condom, but the alcohol was still flowing through him and he couldn’t stop himself as he slowly pushed into you. You tried finding words; how big he felt, how full he made you, but all that could come out were whimpers as he groaned and leaned in for another kiss to ease any pain you felt.

The two of you grind against one another. Chan never fully pulled out, keeping himself nice and snug in your warmth. Stretching you out, oh so sweetly.

Chan wasted no time in picking up his thrust as you tapped his shoulder, indicating that he was okay to move. You squeaked as he hooked your knees on his shoulders and leaned down to essentially bend you in half. He was hitting a spot you never felt before; not with previous boyfriends and definitely not with your own toys at home.

“So fucking tight…” Chan hissed as his pace sped up to the point he was jackhammering into you. His lips found their way back to your neck and kept mumbling about how you felt around him. So tight, so warm, just right. His teeth nipped your ear lobe, desperate to grab onto something but knowing he couldn’t mark you up too much. “Is this good, baby? Need it harder, faster?”

When you didn’t respond to him, he slowed down a bit and leaned back to stare down at you. His cock twitched when he realized what was happening.

You laid on the bed; eyes glazed over, mouth wide open, cheeks completely flushed. You knew he was asking you a question in Korean, but the words weren’t forming in your head like they usually do. “Aw,” Chan laughed. “Does it feel that good that you forgot Korean?”

Chan let up on the pressure so his hand can snake its way to your lips. You instantly latch on to his fingers and suck. Your tongue brushes around his tips, tasting the leftover residue of yourself from earlier. Your knees unhook from his shoulder and fall on either side of his waist. A whimper leaves you as he removes his fingers from your mouth and travels down to rub your clit. Still keeping his thrust with his brutal pace.

“Ahhh…wait…” You squirmed and your hand went to grab his wrist. Chan noticed how you didn’t pull his hand away despite your pleas. “Chan, p-please--too much.”

He kept using your body. Chan could feel you clamping down around his length. “Sorry,” he breathed out as he felt the pressure in his balls rising. “You’re just, hmmmph, too perfect.”

That’s what did it for you. The fact that he listened to what you mentioned earlier, and his talk. The crash of pleasure that overcame you was intense. Chan shuddered as he felt your wave around him. “Fuck, fuck fuck,” you came with a cry. Your arms wrapped around his neck, trying to ground yourself in any way that you could. You were loud. Nothing could stop the curses that flowed out of you as you held him close against you. Chan wasn’t far behind; “Oh, I-I’m gonna--”

He pulled out and stroked his cock rapidly around his head, painting your stomach with his warm cum. Of all the art museums he visited around the world--this was by far his favorite piece of work.

The room was filled with both of your heavy pants as he laid in your arms. Once he was able to catch his breath, Chan pulled away from your embrace placing the gentlest kiss on your lips. Humming as you kissed him back. He tried to get up, but you were quick to stop him.

“Don’t go…” You pouted. Part of you knew this would be a one-time thing, but another part never wanted this to end. Chan smiled down at you and gave your cheek a quick peck.

“I’m just grabbing a towel to clean you off.”

As he walked off to the bathroom you stared down at the mess on your abdomen. The remnants of the best sex of your life were starting to cake on your skin. It took everything in you to not scoop some up and taste him in your mouth. When Chan returned with a wet cloth, he cleaned you up before plopping onto the bed beside you.

Once you caught your breath, reality set in.

Here you were, all fucked out with a colleague in the same industry. Everything told you to leave. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship. It was a rash decision based on a lot of alcohol and dancing. You started to get up, but Chan was quick to wrap his hand in yours.

“You…you don’t have to go…” Chan shifted to lay on his side and stared down to not meet your eyes. Acting all shy as if he didn’t fuck the lights out of you just moments before. Your heart melted at the sight.

Slinking back into bed, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into his chest. His cheek pressed against the top of your forehead. You could feel his heartbeat against you and closed your eyes.

“You know,” you sighed. “This was something I definitely didn’t regret.”

“Me ‘neither.”

As the morning rolled around you woke up to Chan still wrapped around you. His soft snores made you smile. There was something surreal about seeing him so at peace that made your heart flutter. Placing a small kiss on his cheek, Chan shifted slightly and groaned as he stretched a bit.

“Mornin’,” He grumbled but held a smile as soon as his eyes landed on you. Chan wasted no time in pulling you into a kiss. His hands sneaking towards your ass to knead your flesh. His excitement is present against your thigh.

"Somebody's eager," You giggle as he pressed closer to you. Chan smirked as he gently rubbed his morning wood against you.

"You can say that."

"Unfortunately--"

Chan grumbled and hid his face in the crook of your neck. "No, don't say that."

"I was just going to say, that I need some water first." It was true. After all the drinks last night, your head was pounding like never before.

"Okay," Chan smiled and got up from bed to put a pair of boxers on. "Stay put, I'll grab you something to eat too."

Minutes passed as you waited in bed. Surprise overtook you as you heard a pan sizzling and the welcoming smell of home-cooking started to flood the dorm. Dawning one of his shirts, you made your way to the kitchen. Chan's back was to you as he manned the stove. You could see how his back rippled with every movement he made.

You couldn't see it, but a smile crept on Chan's face as he felt you wrap your arms around his midriff. "I thought I told you to stay put?"

"I'm not one for taking orders." You laugh as you hook your chin on his shoulder to peer over him. "Besides," Chan stiffened a bit as he felt your lips hover over his ear. "There's something sexy about a man cooking."

"Oh?" He quickly turned off the stove and turned around to face you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he leaned down closer to your face. "And what about your water?"

It was a frenzy of passion as your lips locked with his yet again. Both of you eager to relive last night in the light of sobriety. "Water can wait," you whisper in between kisses.

Chan easily lifted you, placing you on an open counter. Your legs spread to allow him access to be closer to you. The both of you started to mold into one another as the intensity grows. "I should cook for you more often," He grins as he breaks away from the kiss to catch his breath. He lifted his shirt on you slightly so your cunt was exposed.

"Promise?" You teased as he lowered himself down slightly to bring his lips level to your core. Chan enjoyed the way your head leaned back slightly as you felt his hot breath against you.

"Promise."

The both of you were so entranced with what was about to happen, that you didn't hear the door opening. Only the shrilly scream that bounced around the dorm broke you two apart.

You instantly jumped down from the counter as Chan stood upright, finding protection from behind him. Chan tried using his body to shield your half-naked body from the view of a very frightened Felix.

Not that he really needed too.

The younger member held both hands over his eyes. Groceries bags around him, spilling its contents around the floor.

"Felix?" Chan stuttered as he grabbed a kitchen rag to cover up his erection. "W-what are you doing here?"

Chan gestured for you to run back to the room as Felix was still covering his eyes. You had no hesitation, wanting to escape from the embarrassment. AKA your own personal hell.

"I didn't want you eating alone... I was gonna make breakfast."

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eightballspins · 4 months

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(〃ω〃) soul reuniting with his streamer bf

pairing : soul (p1harmony) x male reader

warnings: none :)) oh wait, reader is japanese - speaks japanese and a lil korean - but other than that theres no physical description being described so i hope it still is relatable (he had to b japanese for the plot ‼️)

rating : just fluffy pining and subtle (not so subtle) clingyness from shota <3 abrupt ending (?) a lil bit, sawrryyy

-> pt. 1 , maybe a short series because i feel this is just too cute + i feel like this was written rlly messy so pls excuse that and just look at how cute soul is pls.

wc : 4.1k+

the two of you met way before he even became a trainee and stayed close throughout his whole journey. being one of the few people he kept close from his hometown, he is always eager to talk to you and catch up — even if you guys are now very far from each other.

while he pursued his dream of becoming an idol, you were working towards your own, which was to become a popular streamer. with how oversaturated the market is, it took you quite a while to make a name for yourself. luckily, you had a strong support system in shota and the loved ones surrounding you. and all the hard work and effort you put into this dream eventually paid off, in two years time you were a well known name in the gaming community, not just in japan, but internationally.

shota liked tuning into your streams whenever he could, playing them around the dorm and watching them at full volume as he was entranced completely by you. the members wondered why he would be so invested in your streams, beginning to recognize your face from how often shota would watch, but did not know how deep your relationship with the boy was.

he kept his love life a secret from everyone, including the members, to play it safe. he was still young and even though he knew how much he loved you, he doubted he would be able to convince those around him how serious this relationship was for him and they’d just end up forcing a break up to happen between you two. he knew he could trust the members to not be completely doubtful of his relationship, but he still didn’t really see a rush in telling them.

meanwhile, since they thought that he was just watching some random dude streaming, they didn’t pester him about it, noticing that you were japanese and immediately marking it up to shota finding some sort of comfort to his homesickness.

“sho, guess what?”

he immediately made a face at the question, making you laugh at his suspicions.

“what?” he asked, wondering what had you so smiley. naturally, it made him smile in return, ear to ear with his eyes crinkling at the ends.

you didn’t say anything, instead showing him the plane ticket that was in your hand, as well as the passport that was accompanying it. he leaned forward to the phone screen, eyes comically blowing wide as he physically jumped into the air.

“oh my god!” he exclaimed in english, making his members snap their head in his direction at the sudden screech. he began giggling like a kid, running in place to physically get out all of his emotions of excitement and anticipation. “are you serious? are you really coming?!”

the members looked at each other in confusion, wondering if any of them could translate what he was saying from japanese to korean. then they watched in even more confusion with the way he threw himself into his room and shutting the door behind him rather excitedly.

“yep! my flight is in thirty minutes, i’ll be there in, hm, 3 or 4 hours?” you grinned, trying to be mindful of your volume as people were beginning to stare at you for your excited whispers to your phone.

“[name]! you’re really coming?!” he repeated again, throwing himself onto his bed and hugging one of the stuffed plushies you had bought him. “are you really coming?”

“yes, shota! why else would i be at the airport?” you laughed, spinning the camera around to show your surroundings, “i think i might have to hang up soon though, the people are starting to whisper about me,”

“no, no, stay on the phone until your plane leaves! promise, i’ll be quiet,” he pleads, looking at you with nothing but adoration and love, hugging the plushie tight as he imagined it were you instead. well, it would be in a couple of hours, which he found to be unbelievable.

“hm, ok, ok, until the plane leaves then,” you agree, nodding and internally cooing at how cute your boyfriend is, “what should we do when i get there?”

“eat! eat!” he chants, “then shopping? we have to get you some souvenirs. wait, how long are you going to be staying? do you already have a hotel? maybe the managers will let me have you stay in the dorm-”

his rambles continued on beyond that, the words leaving his lips before he could realize. but you simply let him go on, smiling at the animated expressions he was using while he talked and how audibly excited he was at your surprise visit.

“no, no, don’t, i already have a hotel booked, it should be pretty close to your dorm…if i was understanding the directions correctly when i booked,” you commented, crossing your fingers for shota to see, “my korean still isn’t the best, but i’ve been studying for a long time,”

“it’s probably better than mine,” he comforts, making you frown at his comment. he raises his hand in defense, swiftly apologizing for the slight self-deprecation.

“i’ll be there for about a month? i didn’t know your exact schedule, so i wanted to stay for a while in case it overlapped-”

“we already finished promoting for our recent song, so we don’t really have anything scheduled — besides morning and afternoon practices and lessons,” shota explained truthfully, grin widening as he realized he’d actually get to spend a lot of time with you.

“then, that’s perfe-”

you were cut off as there was an announcement made for you flight, making it known that boarding was beginning. shota frowned at the news, but reminded himself he’d finally get to see you in person in a few hours.

“i’ll see you soon, sho! promise the time will go by like this,” you snapped your fingers, making shota anxiously-excitedly toy with the soft fabric of the plushie.

“bye, i love you,” he says quickly, waving his hand towards the camera.

“i love you too, shota, i can’t wait to see you again!”

a blush is present on both of your faces at the farewell, but thankfully the camera doesn’t properly pick it up. you hang up after a couple seconds of waving bye, making shota turn onto his bed with a dreamlike look on his face.

in a split second, he’s turning over onto his stomach and making all sorts of noises into the thick mattress below him and ruining the neatness of his sheets as he flails around in bed. he thinks about how this would be the first time in about six years you two would see each other. and he gets all flustered at the idea, wondering how you have changed — how he’s changed and how you would react to it.

you’ve talked almost every single night since he’s left japan, but facetimes and phone calls can’t compare to the real thing. and he now feels nervous, butterflies in his stomach as he continues kicking into the bed.

“soul? what are you doing?” jongseob asked, peering into the room with a confused look on his face.

he stills in his actions, looking up from the pillow at his close friend and weakly replying, “boyfriend is coming.”

jongseob blinks several times before repeating what soul said, in a loud, shocked tone, “your what?!”

“boyfriend,” shota says, enunciating the syllables, “is coming. here. now.”

“what?! since when did you have a boyfriend?!”

“a what?!”

now the other members are barging into the room and surrounding soul, who’s still in a panic over how you’ll react to seeing him in person for the first time. keeho takes a seat next to him, placing both of his hands on his shoulders, “repeat what you told jongseob,”

getting tired of the entire interviewing process, shota speaks in a clear, definitive tone, “my boyfriend from japan is coming here, now. he’s on a flight, now!”

there’s silence that falls over everyone, taking in the words.

“well, that’s good, right?” keeho tries looking at the positive side, refusing to question shota further on why he never said anything about having a relationship, instead choosing to be comforting rather than demanding.

“no — well, yeah it is, it is! but what if he doesn’t like me anymore?” shota whispers, feeling himself grow more self conscious as he realizes what he had just said to his members.

“okay well, since we know nothing about him since it’s our first time hearing of him-” jiung slaps keeho on the back of the head, making the leader clear his throat and reword his sentence, “well, we don’t know much about him, but i’m sure him coming all the way here for you is a clear sign that he still likes you, shota,”

he remains silent, fiddling with the rings adorning his fingers. the others watch on, anxious and too shocked to really say anything else. so he shoots up from his bed, grabs his towel, and rushes to the bathroom to shower and freshen up, and also clear his thoughts.

in the newfound silence of the bedroom, they all look at each other.

“shota has a boyfriend?” intak repeats, still not believing the news, “why didn’t he tell us?”

keeho shrugs, that question being the main thing on his mind. he wonders if soul was burdening himself with such a secret for a long time and frowns as he thinks about how there might be more that he’s hiding.

“well, let’s not question him too much about it, if this guy is on a flight right now, that means that he’s gonna be here in a couple of hours. just, pretend that everything is normal, alright?” keeho advises them all, motioning for them to leave the room to give shota privacy when he gets out of the shower.

after the flight that was a little over three hours long, you finally touched ground in south korea. you felt both giddy and nervous over being reunited with your boyfriend after so long, but tried to not focus on the nerves too much. after going through airport security and securing your luggage, you opened an app on your phone, about to call for a taxi to take you to your hotel, but a shadow standing in front of you distracted you.

looking up in confusion, your furrowed brows became relaxed the moment you recognized who it was. it took a couple of seconds considering they were wearing a beanie that covered their hair and a mask.

but you could easily recognize shota’s eyes from a mile away.

he was standing in front of you with a bouqet of flowers proudly in front of him, as well as a plushie keychain of sorts also attached to the bouqet.

“sho-chan!” you cried out, pulling him into a hug immediately, which he reciprocated in a second. the flowers were crushed in between the both of your chests, but neither of you minded. he rocked the two of you back and forth, the mask on his face covering his grin, as he breathed in your scent. “why are you here? what if you get caught?”

“i needed to see you,” he whispered, still holding you so tight it was borderline suffocating. his arms were around your waist as his hands went up and down your back, fingers slightly digging into the fabric of your clothes. as if he were grabbing for you, trying to understand that you really were in front of him.

this wasn’t one of his dreams.

“i missed you so much,” you said, smiling into his chest as he kept running his hands up and down your back. you tried pulling away, but he was pretty adamant in keeping you against him. it took pinching his side with laughter before he could release you. and even then, he still had his arm around your shoulder to keep you close. “so, what are you do-”

“[name]-san! welcome to korea!”

it was a sudden exclamation of pretty off-sounding japanese. you looked behind shota and saw five heavily disguised individuals holding a sign reading the words they had just said, as well as one of them holding flowers.

“what is going on?” you ask, voice breaking into laughter at the awkward scene.

“my members, they wanted to come so that they could say hello to you,” shota explained quickly, “i just told them today, that you were my boyfriend, so i think they were really excited…they seem more excited than i do,”

you watched shota’s reaction carefully, to see if there was any hint of how they took the news, but he was just relaxed and embarrassed of their activities, not at all spiteful or hurt. so you simply smiled, taking his hand in yours and walking forward.

“thank you so much for the warm greeting,” you bow in thanks, taking the flowers from theo, and looking at each of them, “we can just speak in korean, by the way, no need for japanese,”

“yeah, they don’t speak it well anyway, so i doubt you’d be able to understand anything they said,” shota teases in his mother tongue, making you smack him on the chest as a way of scolding him for being so mischievous. but he only smiles wider, grabbing your hand in his and swinging it back and forth. “should we go?”

the rest of the members watch his comfortabilty with you, fond smiles on their faces, before nodding and agreeing that they should leave the airport before someone notices them. shota makes sure to stay close, holding you tight with a grin that he can’t wipe off of his face the entire time.

”so, [name], how did you and soul meet?” keeho asked, closing the door behind him as everyone was settled into the van. you sat at the window seat, shota next to you and jongseob on his other side. the remaining four were sitting in front of you, being able to look at you directly with the way the van’s seats were positioned.

“me and shota have known each other before he even came to korea for training,” you explained carefully, trying to keep the vocabulary simple so you didn’t confuse yourself, “childhood friends,”

“so when did you two starts dating?”

you look at shota, trying to remember the exact amount of time. he giggled quielty, deciding to answer, “i asked him to be my boyfriend a couple of months after our debut,”

the members tried fighting off the look of surprise on their faces, but it was hard when the news was so ground breaking. since debut, soul had been successful in keeping his relationship with you hidden.

“wait — hold on,” intak clapped his hands, pointing a finger at you with shock painted across his face. keeho smacked his pointing finger down in a second, glaring at the third youngest for his behavior, “i know you! i know your face!”

you became bashful, nodding your head at the man’s exclamation.

“wait, intak how do you know him?” jiung asked, confused even more, along with the rest of the members.

out of nowhere, theo was next to shout out, “oh! i know you too! this is crazy!” he said, looking at you and soul with wide eyes, “you never told us he was the one you always watch,”

“guys, what are you talking about?” keeho asked, making theo and intak both shout at the same time: “the streamer soul is always watching!”

shota covers his face in embarassment of his members’ antics while jiung, jongseob, and keeho all make sounds of realization.

“you’re so cool!” keeho says suddenly, also putting two and two together, “me and soul were watching you together one day, you’re really good at game. how did i not recognize you?” the last part was rhetorical, of course, but you simply shook your head in bashfulness.

“wait, this is so cool, soul’s dating him!” jongseob said, grinning ear to ear as he slaps shota’s shoulder several times. then he looks at you with a kind smile, “i watch your streams sometimes, you’re really cool!”

“huh? since when?” soul asked, hearing that piece of news for the first time.

“since i started playing honkai, he’s got good builds,” jongseob shrugs, looking at you with a kind smile, “wow, you look different in person, in a good way!”

shota rolls his eyes at jongseob’s compliment, but you thank him with a genuine smile and nod of your head.

“that’s really nice of you guys, i didn’t know shota would be watching it that frequently,” you said, feeling shy at the fact that these guys have probably all seen you look your worst on streams where you didn’t really care for your appearance.

”he watches you allll the time,” intak adds on, “always on his phone watching you!”

“and with no headphones, it’s at full volume too,” jiung says, briefly scowling at soul before sweetly smiling at you, “i guess he was just so proud that he wanted everyone in the dorm to know,”

shota waves his hand and makes noises to tell them to shut up, but their exposing of him doesn’t end there. they keep telling more and more about his behavior whenever he watched your streams, the entire car ride consisted of that while shota tried getting them to stop.

but you took each thing they said to you with a genuine smile and thankful nod. you were internally relieved that they were all very accepting and not even paying any mind to the fact that you and shota were both boys dating, just treating your relationship like any other — which you appreciated.

the entire car ride was light hearted and full of laughter, plus shota making embarrassed noises whenever they exposed him of his very down bad behavior that they were also piecing together. whenever shota would get particularly embarrassed, he’d hide into your shoulder and whine audibly enough to the point they also began teasing him for that.

finally, the van arrived to their dorm and they quickly explained, “let’s just eat dinner first before you go to your hotel room,” and they all seemed too excited to deny, since you thought that it would have been too burdensome. but with the way they were so eagerly guiding you to the building made you feel too welcomed to refuse.

“we tried cleaning up before you came, so if there’s any mess, please excuse it,” keeho says softly, looking a bit embarassed, but you just shake your head and tell him it was fine. shota is still lingering incredibly close, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist.

“we bought a mix of korean and japanese food, so hopefully you find something you like,” jiung says, motioning for you to take a seat across from him and smiling excitedly at the sight of the food, “everything looks really delicious. i want to try the curry,”

“it smells very good, too,” you comment, the aroma of all the food surrounding you all. they all agreed with moans of pleasure, excited to finally dig in and soon, they were all grabbing their own pair of chopsticks and grabbing pieces of the food.

shota grabbed at least one piece of everything for you, excitedly watching you react to each thing you tasted. his dark eyes were seemingly permanently resting in a crescent position and his cheeks were always raised high due to his smile.

“is it yummy?” he asked after feeding you a spoonful of spicy tofu stew. you nodded with sounds of approval at the food, making the other member chuckle in agreement.

“here, try this one,” shota repeats, holding a piece of an unknown dish to your mouth. his hand is resting underneath it in case he needs to catch it. opening his mouth as he feeds you, eagerly awaiting your reaction once again.

he did this with every dish that was on the table, grinning happily and shaking your hands together every time you enjoyed it. jiung had to physically restrain himself from showing any sign of giddiness at how adorable the two of you were.

“so, what do you have planned while you’re in seoul?” keeho kindly asked.

soul was eagerly waiting for your response wanting to get any hint of anything that the two of you could be doing for the entire month you were together. trying to ignore his adorable eyes planted on you, you looked directly at keeho, “i have a lot of things i want to do and see, like the traditional villages and stuff, but also the other tourist spots…i’ve never been to korea before so i’ll be happy to see anything! i do have some stuff planned with shota, but, i can’t spoil them,”

the boys all nodded in understanding, looking pleased at the information.

“well, if you ever need anything, we’ll all be here for you,”

you thanked them for being so kind and that was the wrap up of your meal. shota was quick in pulling you away, the others not minding that he was skipping out on cleaning up since he was so visibly excited to be with you. he carried you into his shared room with jongseob by your waist, falling onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh.

despite not seeing you for so long, the level of comfortability was not at all forgotten. his awareness of his skin against yours was enough to make him crave it more, burying his head into your neck and tightening his hold around your waist. you laughed at the ticklish sensation, feeling his smile press against your skin.

you rolled over a couple of times until you were in a comfortable position. shota moved up to sit against the wall, letting you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of his, and resting his hands in yours, holding on tight.

“i can’t believe you’re really here,” he sighs, eyes blown wide as he takes the sight of you in, “i missed you so much, [name], you wouldn’t believe it,” his voice is quiet and soft, as if he wants these words to only exist in this moment alone.

his hand gently moves to rest on your cheek and your scared that he’d feel just how hot your skin was from the close proximity and his heartfelt words. but he can only smile at you so fondly, the cool feeling of his rings against your skin calming your racing heart (to an extent).

“always wanted to go back home to you,” he whispers, his other arm moving to wrap around your waist. he leans forward, making your chests meet at the sudden closeness, as well as vice grip around your middle half making you forcefully press against him.

“i missed you too, shota,” it’s soft, but he catches it and he smiles ear to ear at the confession.

“can i kiss you?”

it takes a couple of seconds to process what exactly he had said, but when it finally does click all you can manage is a nod. it’d be your first kiss together, but there wouldn’t be any more perfect of a time than now to have one. reunited after years of being apart, forcing a long distance relationship that you both knew would have sparse amounts of support.

his eyes are trained on yours, until he eventually flutters his eyes shut and leans in for the softest kiss in the world. he squeezes you closer, practically melting into you as he tries so hard to keep your lips on his for as long as possible.

when the two of you have to pull away, he’s already grinning ear to ear with a healthy blush on his face.

“i love you so much, [name],” he gently says.

it’s the easiest thing in the world to reply back, “i love you too, shota,”

┆pt. 2 would probably be more centered around how reader being a streamer acc impacts the plot lmao (like random ass ppl recognizing him on the street - which i think would b rlly funny)

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harufluff · 2 years

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‘i love you 3000’ nishimura riki

warnings - none. let me know if there are any.

genre - fluff, angst, idol!riki x gn!reader, enhypen x reader, established relationship au, enhypen au (feedback appreciated :))

sorry i’ve been so inactive. lots of school stuff and mental stuff. send in some soft hours cause i finally have some time and i feel bad for not posting in 10 days…

you had no plans of being where you were right now. sitting in your boyfriends arms for the first time almost two years.

two years…too long to be away from your favorite person. riki being the famous idol that he was, you didn’t get to see him anymore.

your best friend since grade school, turned love of your life at the age of 14, just before he left to pursue his dream.

and his dream took off. he became a member one of the most well known kpop groups and the world knew him just as the baby of enhypen.

you knew him as riki. the shy boy who loved dancing and the boy you for in love with for just that. although he had come back to his home, it was only to see his family due to limited time.

seeing him was the best thing ever. how did you get here you ask? well he did the most romantic thing posible. practically straight out of a kdrama.

quietly sitting on the cinder block fence along with your other peers. your friends talking amongst themselves as you sit in the world of your book.

‘y/n!!’ your head pops up from the book you were reading at the sound of a familiar voice. your head whips around to the tall boy standing at the gates of your school, and his old one.

with his eyes wide he starts sprinting over to you in excitement. you barely get up from your seat without falling and run over to riki as well.

you heart was beating so fast it was getting hard to breath. oh god but you had to keep going if you wanted to finally get him in your arms. it felt like if you stopped now, he would be gone for another 2 years.

but after what feels like a million years, your jumping into his warm grasp. your legs circle around his waist as he lifts you off the ground like it’s nothing.

to be honest your whole school could be looking at you, but it’s all the same people you’ve been with since middle school. if they were to be confused, we’ll that would just be rude in your mind.

riki starts swaying in attempts to calm the both of you down, but stops when you say this and his heart swells.

‘i love you’

——

‘why did you say it all of a sudden…?’

riki asks, you still laying in between his legs on your bed as you watch some random tv show, not even caring what was happening.

it was just peaceful riki catch-up hug time.

‘what do you mean?’

you ask, your voice muffled from your face being buried into his chest. he smiled sweetly at you cute action.

‘why did you say the L word right when i got back?’

‘why do you think?’

your face being pulled out of your very comfortable position to look at the boy in front of you in the eyes. his expression was questioning, still waiting for your answer.

he seemed to think for a few seconds before shrugging his shoulders and looking back at you with a pout. you smile before saying,

‘i’ve wanted to say it this whole two years. but i wanted to say it to your face more.’

his eyes widened and a contagious smile grew on his face, his eyes turning into crescents. rikis hands moved from their previous position to your cheeks, gently cupping them and continuing.

‘i’m glad you did’

riki kisses you sweetly but passionately, letting you know you are just where you are supposed to be in this moment.

‘i love you 3000’

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izakiisdead · 2 years

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Requested by : Anon !!

Genre : Fluff (SFW)

Karma Akabane x Gn!Reader

→im so sorry but i wont be doing any fem reader but I do make fem x mreader/gnreader sometimes but my target audience is mlm/nblm

A Day Off

You came from a family of very talented bakers, since you were 6, your mother started teaching you how to make something simple such as cookies and you shared them to your friends. Your family also owns a well known bakery, because of the atmosphere, it's very popular amongst high school student for studying.

When you were young, you would always just watch the customer come in and go since you couldn't do much. As the years go by, your older siblings gave you their secret recipes that you've always loved before leaving to pursue their dream life, they told you that you can make it when you're craving it.

You have 5 older siblings but all of them are grown ups and it's sad seeing them leave to live their own lives since you're the youngest out of them all.

*buzz* *buzz* you heard your alarm buzz and let out a huge groan. ''five more minutes...'' those were the last word you spoke before dozing off again.

You were peacefully dozing off until you felt something pinching your cheeks. You got annoyed and opened your eyes to see a pair of mercury colored eyes looking at you.

''now honey... I know this is your day off but you can't just lazily sleep all day~''

You gave him the dirtiest look as you pulled the covers, basically going back to sleep. He saw what you're doing and picked you up bridal style. ''nope- you, my darling is getting up from that bed'' . You didn't know how to react to him just picking you up so you just pouted and just waited for him to put you down. As he went upstairs you almost fell asleep. He looks at you and smiled.

He went to the dining table and gently puts you on the chair, not couch since he knows that you're going to just fall asleep there. You opened your eyes as you let out a huge yawn. To your surprise, theres a whole breakfast prepared for you. Karma took a chair and sat beside you.

You were still sleepy but once you took a bite, you were no longer sleepy. Karma lookd at you with a subtle smile on his face as you enjoyed the breakfast he made for you.

He has heard your footsteps at 4 am in the morning multiple times because you were rushing to the bakery since most of your earnings come from how well the bakery is doing.

He admired how hard you worked to put food on the table, he does know how rich he himself is but seeing you work hard makes him want to work hard aswell.

As you were enjoying your meal Karma pats and kissed your head. You looked at him confused, the both of you made eye contact and Karma started laughing and playfully pinch your nose then gave you a kiss on the cheeks.

''Ah~ you're so cute (Y/n)'' he said as he giggled then proceed to kiss your forehead.

You felt the heat rising up to your face, he noticed how read you are and started teasing you for it.

This went on until you finished it eating. Which is a long time considering how much food he made for you and how much he teased you while you’re trying to eat.

After you finished he helped you out with the dishes while you we're making some pastries, not for the bakery but just for the two of you to enjoy later in the evening with warm hot cocoa since the weather is slowly dropping because winter is just around the corner.

You guys ended off the day by sitting infront of the fireplace with blankets covering the both of you as you guys hugged each other while taking a sip and enjoying the pastries you made earlier.

You gave each other light kisses on the cheeks, Karma even snuck in some kisses on the lips to see your reaction because why not?

-FIN

♡ ••┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈•• ♡

I really really hope you like this, I didnt know where this is going plus im soo soo sorry for how short this is－ nontheless thx for requesting <3

-xoxo izk <3

#male reader #assassination classroom #x male reader #gay #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #karma akabane #karma akabane x reader #assassination classroom x reader #oneshot #mlm #nblm #aesthetic #fluff #idk what to add

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coffee-at-annies · 9 months

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6+43 you pick the pairing.

6+43: Bookshop AU+Dance of Romance

This is very hard for me because I fully believe most hockey players cannot read. There is reason the Sidney Crosby School for Hockey Players Who Can’t Read Good is a thing that I believe with my whole heart that exists. You said dealers choice on the pairing so I hope you’re ready for an entire au and many, many pairings. Remember, you asked for this.

Anyway small independent bookshop owners Sid and Geno. They’re gay and married and semi-successful and it’s cute.

Kris is the bitchy barista who barged into their store one day and bullied them into adding a cafe and then took over running it.

He’s got some sort of situationship going with his longtime regular, Tristan, who has never picked up a book in all the time he’s been coming there. He is there every day for his caffeine fix and to do suduko or something else juuuuust close enough to be book adjacent but isn’t reading. I’m not sure there’s enough thoughts in Mouse Boy’s head to read a whole book. At least that’s what he wants us to think and I’m gonna give it to him.

Jake and Bryan (Rusty) are two kids Sid hired from the local college that basically never left after graduating and are still here.

Flower runs the bakery down the street and makes sure Sid has pastries for Kris to sell. He has tried and failed to lure Kris away to do coffee for the bakery. (Flower also used to work at the bookstore but left to go pursue his dream of the bakery and they love and support him but Kris isn’t leaving).

Marcus and Ricky are two Swedish dads that come in for kids storytime and let their kids play around.

They’ve started bringing new Swede-in-town Erik and his daughter with them.

Chad doesn’t work for the bookstore but will occasionally stop by kid in tow for Sid’s storytime.

Ryan Graves just got hired to run the late night shift so they can be open later. (Yes this is a graveyard shift pun)

Magnus is the delivery man who drops off and helps unload book shipments.

(This is a very crowded small bookstore)

Ned is there regularly for book club with EK, Reilly (who is new in town) and Jason (Zucker) (an old regular), along with old not quite married couple Carl and Patric (Hags&Horny).

(All people I believe can read, unlike Jarry)

Jared and Brandon are around somewhere. Probably. (Look I love them).

Zach and Conor and Teddy used to work in the store while in college but unlike Jake and Bryan they left after graduation. Some of them are still around town but some of them have moved away.

The only people I’m missing are 4th line and I’m sorry idc where cookie and neets are tbh and BJC is around. Probably. Maybe he’s a regular, maybe he works the register, idk idc.

That leaves, basically everyone you just said “hey you forgot X” aka Lars Eller and the kids/wbs. If you were wondering why I didn’t mention them, that’s because this fic is about them. Well actually it’s about DOC and POJ because my brain decided that’s the pairing. Don’t ask me why. Big Z is right there with the rest of his harem but no we’re doing PO and Drew (probably because of that silly tortilla video). Anyway all the boys are college students at the local college. Drew is in a study group with Radim, Valterri, Jansen, Vinnie, Sam (Poulin), and Ty (Smith). They’re all taking Professor Eller’s class and they meet up once or twice a week in the bookstore to drink coffee and go over the homework.

Where is PO you ask? Well he’s behind the counter working under Kris as the backup barista. Don’t worry, this romance isn’t going to be customer/barista. No, no. The reason they started meeting here is because Drew works at the bookstore. He’s been there for about a semester (and the summer) but hasn’t really spent much time in the cafe part. It’s not until Big Z talks Drew into running study sessions in the cafe that they start noticing each other.

See PO took Professor Eller’s class last year, so one day, after watching the boys struggle for with the homework for way too long, he pops out from behind the counter and sits down and helps them out. He’s welcome at the study sessions and sometimes when he’s not on shift he’ll bring his school work and while they’re majoring in different things it’s nice to bounce ideas off them.

If you want to know what they’re majoring in, actual real life DOC majored in sociology while playing for Dartmouth. PO has not been to college but he did tell Taylor that if he wasn’t gonna be an athlete he wanted to be a vet or a psychologist so I’m going with he wants to be a Vet Tech and is majoring in whatever is the veterinary sciences equivalent of premed is.

Anyway they hang out at work more and more. This goes on for like a month and then Geno comes up with a big idea for a fall event. They’re doing a Halloween party. Jake and Bryan and Drew and PO have to help decorate the store and on the day of it’s filled with college students, kids, and regulars. Drew is trying desperately to avoid getting his cheek pinched by the old ladies from the knitting circle again. PO is safe because he’s behind the cafe counter serving drinks. PO has fake vampire fangs as his costume. Drew showed up in a not-couples costume with Big Z. If you wanna know what everyone else wore, please see this photo. Except I’m pretty sure Kris is either a prey mantis or the letits are out whichever option makes you, dear reader, feel more insane.

Eventually Sid and Geno shooo all their employees to go mingle and have fun. Drew and PO end up in the makeshift dance floor, music blaring, and after a couple jokes and a some negging from their friends, PO gives Drew a half twirl or something and they laugh it off before the song is even over.

It’s not until later when they’re cleaning up, all alone, music still going in the background, that they start joking about it and one thing leads to another and they actually dance. PO gives drew the full twirl. They bust a move. They slow dance a bit. They’ve never been this close. They’ve only casually touched and now they’re pressed up against each other. They’ve been hanging out at the bookstore outside of study group and Ohohoho what’s this? A feelings realization. Except wait. They’re both idiot college students. So they both awkwardly disengage to go do their job and part ways.

In the following days things are so completely awkward between them at work that Kris throws PO out of the cafe and won’t let him back until he can look Drew in the eye. Drew meanwhile cancels study session because he doesn’t know how to be normal around PO. Don’t worry they can’t continue like that for long. You see there’s a big test coming up and Z ropes PO into helping Drew out cause it’s like 40% of their final grade and Drew has been failing the at-home practice tests something terrible.

They end up staying way later than the rest of the study group going over this exam. Its way late at night, only Ryan is there to lock up behind them, and PO has just spent 4 hours explaining the test back to front - forgetting his awkwardness in the face of his determination to make sure Drew doesn’t fail. Drew definitely stares at PO explaining for a little too long, decides fuck it and goes in for a kiss. These are idiot college boys so instead they bump noses or headbutt each other or something. Poor boys. Can’t even do a surprise kiss correctly. Drew apologizes and then they do have the confession conversation and then the actual kiss. And more kisses. After that, more studying.

The end.

#asks answered #podcasts-8-my-heart #love you ez #yeets an entire au at you #not quite a fic but I think bullet point fic counts #I don’t think I could write in any of these povs so this is the closest you get #rpf mention #my writing #my aus #doc #poj #I do not know where this pairing came from but brain said idiots in love college au and I guess I gotta

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alyssalikestoreadbooks · 3 months

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The Sister Effect - Susan Mallery

"Finley McGowan is determined that the niece she’s raising will always feel loved and wanted. Unlike how she felt after her mom left to pursue a dream of stardom, and when the grandfather who was left to raise them abandoned her and her sister, Sloane, when they needed him most. Finley reacted to her chaotic childhood by walking the straight and narrow—nose down, work hard, follow the rules.

Sloane went the other way.

Now Sloane is back, as beautiful and as damaged as ever…and she wants a relationship with her daughter. She says she’s changed, but Finley’s heart has been burned once too often for her to trust easily. But is her reluctance to forgive really about Sloane or worry over losing what she loves the most? With the help of a man who knows all too well how messy families can be, Finley will learn there’s joy in surrendering and peace in letting go."

Read Date - June 2024

Length - 416 pages

Genre - Romance, Chick Lit, Drama

Rating - 7/10

Stars - ★★★☆☆

Notes - This book starts out with Finley mothering Aubrey, which sets the tone for the rest of the novels contents. I like how it starts out with hints of Finley and Sloane’s mother being emotionally abusive, with subtext here and there, and it blatantly spelled out at other times. I love the dynamic between everyone, like where do i begin? Finley and Sloane are so relatable and realistic. Sloane is smarmy but she tries to reel it in around Finley because she wants her sister to take her seriously. Finley and her grandfather start out with a bad relationship that expands over the book. Jericho and Finley are really cute together and their dynamic is very refreshing. Aubrey and everyone else is just adorable, and VERY realistic to how children act. A lot of people can write kids, but not everyone can write realistic children. Learning that Lester is faking his illness is done very well, and it goes to show that the manipulation doesn’t end with their mother. The topic of Sloane relapsing is a really difficult thing to have to write about, but it’s the honestly of the writing that makes it good. I dont usually add my opinions in this manner, but i find it beyond interesting that Finley works so hard to keep Aubrey from Sloane in fear of Sloane’s alcoholism, when in reality, Sloane is perfectly safe to be around her daughter. Finley is basically re-enacting the trauma she went through (being ripped away from her parents and then abandoned) with Sloane and Aubrey, just through her own doing. It’s very interesting (AND AGRAVATING!!!) to watch play out. I’m a Sloane defender all the way, and I understand that addiction is a very tricky process. The person i do hate in this story is Lester, however. I think he’s being set up as an antagonist or at the very least, at a bad person, and they’re doing so very well. I think Jericho and Finley’s relationship is so cute and we get these little bite sized moments of them together and i love them! they’re such an adorable couple and i need more of the two together. The ending was really good, with Finley accepting that alcoholism is a disease and doesn’t discriminate. It took her awhile to process, cope, and truly understand how devastating it was, and that it wasn’t just a fun party for her sister. I love how Ellis and Sloane have their own little love story being played out, but it really picks up towards the end of the book. This was such a good read, and I’m glad i didn't judge a book by it’s cover because this was very very good.

#Books #Book #Reading #Reader #Books And Reading #Bookworm #Bookblr #Book Reviews #Review #Book Blog #Book Lover #Bookish #Book Community #Bookstagram #Booktok #the sister effect #susan mallery

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elektra-world · 2 years

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Can you give a rundown of the girls and their relationships with updates? 👀❤

Jae x Sora

Relationship Status: 💍 (Married)

Our precious OG couple are going stronger than ever. Jae is an absolute dream of a husband and father. He's always taking such good care of their twins and gets up often to care for them at night, despite how hard Sora pushes for him to relax so she can do it. When they go out shopping, his face lights up at all the cute things he wants to buy for them. He's acknowledged the sacrifices Sora made when pregnant with them. How she spent a lot of time alone while pregnant because he was so busy in his studio or during his groups rigorous schedule. He wants her to be able to get back to living a fulfilling life outside of the apartment and caring for the babies, so he's chosen to sit back from major idol duties so that Sora can pursue hers along with expanding her career options. He's very supportive, caring, and loving despite his workaholic tendencies. They are both still very much in love and will always support eachother no matter what.

Tan x Kay

Relationship Status: 💛 (Dating)

Our precious Maknae Kay loves her tannie-boy. She's taken to calling him all sorts of cute lovey-dovey nicknames which he fake gags at but lowkey finds adorable. Right now, they're going through a...weird patch? Tan has been absent a lot and won't tell Kay much, so she naturally worries when he's not around. She trusts him though and would never hold it against him. She sends him plenty of cute pictures, videos and texts letting him know how much she cares.

Romeo x Yua

Relationship Status: 💛 (Dating)

These two are living life, vibing, making music and going on the cutest dates. They like to chill at clubs and check out the performers and DJs. They're relationship has gotten cuter as Yua has grown more comfortable and confident in the relationship. They joke a lot and tease eachother. Yua likes to play one on one basketball with him sometimes and she does her best to destroy him but Romeo likes to be a butt and tackle her with hugs and knock the ball out of her hands. They love going to record shops and browsing all the records. Romeo likes surprising her at dance practice where he lurks like a creeper (lol) and watches her with a smile until she notices. He usually graces her with the gift of dinner and they sit, joke around and discuss lifes happenings.

Junho x Jenna

Relationship Status: (💍) Married

Our cuties! They're both kind of struggling with their own issues right now but it has helped make their relationship stronger. They're always comforting each other and hyping eachother up. Jenna has been learning a lot of new recipes to cook her man nice dinners and is always organizing his side of the closet or dresser because Mr. Man doesn't like to and gets in a huff if he can't find an article of clothing he wants haha. She's taken to accompanying him to the gym to work out and obviously spends a lot of time checking him out so she doesn't make much progress LOL. Jenna loves to surprise him when he comes home by setting up snacks, candles and a cute tent to watch movies. Or just some candles, chill music and incense for a bath to help him relax. He cuddles her so tight at night and occasionally wakes her up just to say how much he loves and appreciates her. They're the cutest when they babysit Junhos niece and take her out to the playground, zoo or toystore where they spoil her like crazy.

The other members are a secret at the moment. Hyesoo may fancy someone 👀. Lilah also is getting close to someone and Aries is kind of doing her own thing right now.

The boys all belong to the super duper lovely @ravebys 💕

#⚡ - elektra: relationships #kpop oc #kpop #kpop au #idol!oc #kpop oc girl group #kpop roleplay #kpop social media au #kpop!fakegroup #kpop oc gg #kpop ff #idolverse #kpop fake idol #oc kpop addition #kpop additions #fictional kpop company #fictional idol community

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ENHYPEN WHEN THEY’RE SICK

: pairing — sick boyfriend! enhypen x reader

: genre — so soft :( (maybe angsty??)

: warnings — mentions of vomiting and being ill

: a/n — i started school again after my break so i’ve been so caught up trying to focus on it :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ heeseung

he’d be coughing and sniffling the night before and when you ask him he is feeling sick he’d very dramatically say:

“absolutely not! i have like the strongest immune system ever baby i cant believe you’d question MY immune system”

he woke up the next morning with a full blown fever.

HED BE SO WHINY :((

wants you to lay next to you all day long csuse he claims you are his “human furnace”

croaks from your shared bedroom when you get up to get medicine and some hot soup

only agrees to take the medicine if you feed him

once he does take the medicine, he sits there with his mouth open so you can feed him his food

you just stare at him the whole time like 😐😐 am i taking care of my boyfriend or a child 😐😐

he’s staring at you like 🥺🥺🥺 cause he’s so thankful to have you in his life

he squirms into your arms and hides his face in the crook of your neck, already feeling better as you play with his hair

leaves little kisses on your neck as his way to thank you for taking care of him

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jay

tries to convince you he is okay #1

“no angel! i’m okay it’s nothing okay i’m fine psshhh no worries”

doesn’t work as you woke up from his loud coughs in the middle of the night :(

he is very stubborn and continues you to insist that he is okay and that he can take care of himself (he just doesn’t wanna burden you)

everytime you say you’re gonna go do something for him he tries to protest saying he is fine but than starts coughing up a storm

spends the whole day with a pout on his face cause he doesn’t want you to waste your day taking care of him

sucks to be him tho cause you’ll do anything for mr. jay park!

i remember someone said that when jay is feeling ill, his emotions tend to exaggerate

like he’ll feel pain in his throat but will claim his entire body hurts and he cannot move a muscle... (it’s okay it’s just the sickness getting to him)

all he wants to do is cuddle next to you and sleep

like he’ll ask for massages or even random things like piece of cake from the bakery downstairs and you go do it cause your poor boy is feeling down and you wanna see him happy :((

pays you back by buying you new things and spending all that lost time doing anything you want to do (even if it means watching a movie he despises)

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jake

NAAAUUURRR i’m gonna cry just thinking about sick little jake

his eyes are wide and glossy the whole time and his lips are pursed out into a little pout

baby hates being sick cause then he can’t go out and do fun things with you!

DEMENDS cuddles and kisses.

like i think he’ll cry if you leave his side

even if it’s for his own benefit, he clings to you like a little koala

lowkey a little dramatic, acts like his dying

“baby i think this is my last day... pls tell layla i love her” and you’re like What About Me.

you pour him the liquid medicine on to a spoon and give it to him yourself

gets so giddy and smiles at you like a goof afterwards

you bring the back of your palm to his forehead and go “you’re so hot omg”,,, he proceeds to say “i know i am babe you don’t have to tell me twice 😏” BOOYYY

treats you like a little teddy bear and holds you super super close to his body!!

pays you back by taking care of you the later week when you’re sick

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunghoon

the only one actually capable of taking care of himself

he just seems very normal when he is sick

like he can definitely be on his own

lowkey doesn’t want you around so you dont get sick

but you are very stubborn and you stay there to take care of him

which he appreciates cause he likes being coddled a little bit hehe

it honestly just feels like a regular, stay at home day with him aside from the fact he is violently coughs every 30 minuets next to you

the only thing he wants from you is that you let him lay on your lap and you play with his hair

which you do ofc and he is just simply so happy from that

falls asleep in your lap cause its so therapeutic

“mmmm feel so nice honey” he slurs very sleepily

nuzzles his face into your stomach, searching for warmth :(((

you press little kisses around his face while he sleeps and he starts to blush but you can’t tell cause you think its just his face burning up from being sick (thank god it would’ve embarrassed him so bad if you found out it was from little kisses)

brings you flowers and gives you endless amount of cuddles as his way to thank you :((

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunoo

boyfriend or child you can’t tell #2

will WHINE SO LOUD if you try to leave his side

“Y/NNNNN NOOOOO you can’t go~ its so cold~ im gonna freeze to death if you go~” “sunoo i need to get you medici-” “NOOOOOOO”

REFUSES to take his medicine

will turn his head the other way with a pout on his face and stubbornly shake his head

you have to pursued him with food and kisses in order for him to actually take it

takes the medicine but gags while taking it

“wheres my cuddles huh 😐”

so so so clingy :( he is pretty much on your entire lap with his head laid across your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your neck

sunoo wouldn’t be very sleepy but he would be very quiet (which makes you sad cause youre sunny is always so talkative), so he spends this time listening to you and all the things you wanna talk about

you guys watch movies together the whole day

wants you to leave kisses on his cheeks cause it makes him feel better

he pouts at you while you laugh at him when you feed him snacks

buys you all the snacks you could dream of when he is feeling better <33

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jungwon

tries to convince you he is fine #2

but wakes you up in the middle of night cause he threw up :((

he gets teary eyed cause he doesn’t wanna burden you but at the same time it hurts so bad

whimpers so much :((

he wants to be held so much, he is attached to you the entire time

you wipe his face with cold towels to bring down his high body temperature down and push back his bangs with so much care and love

“thank you y/n” he speaks so softly before letting out a huge sniffle

jungwon falls in love with you so much more

like he didnt think he could but some how you have managed to make him fall in love with you again

really likes it when you pet his head and massage his temples

he clings to you so much that he just follows you around like a little puppy

you guys watch romance movies together to distract him from the pain

will never give you a hard time like if you ask him to sit up and drink his water or take his medicine he’ll do it right away no questions asked

mainly cause he wants to get better quickly so he can spend more time with you doing more interesting things

thanks you by taking on a cute little picnic date the week after :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ni-ki

sleep. all he will do is sleep.

he doesnt care about anything else except for that fact that he wants to sleep

sprawls his entire body on top of yours

he literally traps your body so you cant get out

you have to physically push him off of you which isnt a problem cause he is in such a deep sleep

and when he wakes up and you ARENT by his side, he gets very whiny

“Y/NNNN why’d you leave me ☹️”

very grumpy

you laugh at this which makes him even more grumpy

how cute

ni-ki is honestly very frustrated that 1) he can’t go to practice and dance with his cheery personality and 2) he can’t kiss you!!!! (this is what is the most important to him)

so he just whines all day

whines when you tell him you have to take medicine

whines when you try to get him to sit up and eat

whines when you aren’t cuddling him

so pls cuddle the poor boy <//3

LOVES BACK RUBS

your cool hand against his warm back makes him sigh out loud

pays you back be giving you endless hugs, kisses and letting you win in games <//3

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bellafragolina · 2 years

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Hmm how about submas twins with a s/o that wanted to be a gym leader but gave up on the dream? Maybe they left the region to study and train but came back to Unova with no plans for their future? What do the brothers do with this information? 👉👈 I've been working on an oc that wanted to be a fairy type gym leader for a long time. Like in high school she had a notebook with different strategies and designs for an outfit she would wear. She thought maybe pursuing her dream would make her happy. Unfortunately depression doesn't work that way and things never got better, she ended up returning home so she can live with her family (and get some therapy but she doesn't know that yet. I'm the writer and I say someone is going to drag her to therapy)

I just wanted to see how you think this sort of scenario would play out.

-Honey 🐝

you got it, honey! this one is for you and your cute oc <3 but fair warning, i don't have depression myself, so if anything looks not correct, please let me know and i'll fix it!

🍓🍓🍓

Ingo:

Ingo doesn't discover about your past until a little whiles into your relation. You're spending the night with him before one of his days off, and your late night pillow talk has taken a turn towards your past. You're obviously a little uncomfortable talking about it, but you slowly tell Ingo of your dreams from before you met him

You had wanted to be a fairy-type gym leader, it was your long term dream, but your depression was taking its tole, so you returned here to get better. Ingo is quiet throughout your explanation, but murmurs that he's proud of you for making such a hard decision. He can't imagine it was easy, giving up your dream to help with your mental health, but you did it. And you're very strong and brave in his eyes

If you show him the notebooks you made, he praises them endlessly. He keeps the pictures in mind, and wonders about having one of the designers Elesa works for make you a copy of the uniform you designed. Would you like that, as a gift?

Should you get therapy, and start understanding yourself and your needs better, Ingo might suggest trying again. It's never to late to follow your dreams, and if you think it won't undo the progress you've made, he's willing to support you towards your goals. He trusts your judgement on the matter, but he doesn't want you to feel like that chapter of your life is forever closed. He loves you too much to watch you entirely give up on something your so passionate about

Emmet:

Emmet discovers your notebooks as you're moving boxes into your new apartment. He sees the outfits you designed, admires the strategies you had planned out, and immediately bombards you with questions about the notebook when you return into the room with him. You're very embarrassed, but give him a brief explanation of what the notebook in, but that only spurs more questions

So you sit Emmet down on the couch and tell him about the journey you made fresh out of high school, in pursuit of your dream to be a fairy-type gym leader. Emmet is excited to hear about this dream, but then you continue and tell him about the tole the journey took on your mental health, so you returned to take care of yourself and get a handle on your depression instead of becoming a gym leader.

Emmet is sad to hear you gave up your dream, but he's glad to hear that you're taking care of yourself more now. He wants to support you through everything, and he wants to help you be happy, so he takes a very heavy interest in fairy types and the fairy type gym leaders. He thinks Unova could use a fairy type leader, if you're interested

Should you be willing to give it a shot, Emmet is helping you do any and everything you need to do to get this official. He's pulling strings, he's advocating before city officials, he's putting up flyers and posters about the wanting for a new fairy gym around the subway. There's quite a bit of interest and support for the idea, so you two actually get the idea off the ground. Emmet is beside you every step of the way, hanging onto your hand as he makes you promise to battle him with your best strategies once all is said and done

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they'd be very supportive of you giving it another shot! after all, if at first you don't succeed, try try again! they believe that wholeheartedly, especially when it comes to you and your happiness <3

~Renee

#ingo x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

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ihatelettuce · 2 years

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we can all agree that modern au zeke is a baseball player right? right yes okay:

BC I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM TAKING YOU TO THE BATTING CAGE

(does it count as a date? idk)

him making you wear his jersey while he bats- yes he’s a pitcher but hello he’s the boy wonder/star player/man of my dreams so he can do it all🤭

makes you try and bat aswell, presses up behind you and runs his hands up your figure to ‘correct your stance’, then puts his hands over yours to hold the bat showing you how to swing.

he thinks its so hot seeing his girl in his jersey watching her do what he loves……. so he fucks you in the back of the car to show you how much he loves you<333

Nia this ask was so cute omg, I love how we all just KNOW he’d either be a pro baseball athlete or that it would be an avid part of his life 😭

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Modern AU Zeke’s dream was to go professional, and once he did, he took you with him -

We all know that what’s probably the hardest part about fame is the mistrust that comes with it. People love you, but not actually you. They love the idea of you that’s been curated in their brain from what they’ve seen and heard of you. They love your talent, what you can produce.

Zeke knew this very well going into it. He knew that his probability of finding real, true love were dimming more and more with every turn in his promising career.

It’s not that this really bothered him though.

He was never one for romantics, raised in a stale home that felt like nothing but a fabrication of what a “family” should be. So he pursued his dreams with a fever, training endlessly and being as punctual as possible.

In his time spent traveling to and from practices, school, and his little part time job at the town’s local diner, he never anticipated the presence of anyone which he could call his own. He never anticipated much at all besides his future and the fruits of his labor.

He never anticipated you.

In any case, you were there for him. First showing up at his diner on a late night shift and insisting you attach your life to his own. You showed up to his practices, taking him out whenever he insisted he didn’t need a break (despite clearly working exceptionally hard), giving him genuine companionship for the first time in his solemn life.

It got to the point where although no conversation was made between the two of you, everyone considered you a couple. And soon, you figured it was time the two of you became official.

Zeke couldn’t have been any happier with the decision,

He was overjoyed, really.

Because now that he has his dream job, he can afford to give his dream girl the life that he knows she deserves.

You deserve getting your pretty summer shorts shoved down to your ankles when he’s just a second away from ramming his cock into you in the now-empty lockerooms of Paradis Stadium.

You deserve the penthouse view that he’s given you in your shared home with the money that he’s accumulated. He knows how much you love to fuck with the windows open, the night sky and bright city lights illuminating the artistic frame of your lustful bodies grinding against one another.

You deserve the privilege you have to parade around his games all dolled up in his jersey. Women of all kinds envying you, knowing how lucky you are to sleep next to Zeke fucking Jaeger every single night. None of them could ever amount to what you are to him, not in his eyes, and not in yours.

You deserve the twenty-four carat engagement ring that he stunned you with on your 4 year anniversary, you could’ve sworn your body was going to dehydrate with how much you cried.

You deserve the wedding of your dreams with the man of your dreams, that he lets you plan and gives to you without a seconds hesitation.

Zeke may be the biggest baseball star of his time. He may be the wonder boy, a hall-of-famer in the making. But you? You’re everything to him.

Anyways, I know absolutely nothing about sports because it isn’t my interest <3 I do however absolutely love Zeke and would learn about it in a heartbeat for him so that I could see him get all enthusiastic and cute <3333

#attack on titan #aot #attack on titan zeke #zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke x reader #snk #aot zeke #asks<33333 #my dear Nia ❤️❤️❤️❤️#my favorite mutual I can’t even begin

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kpoptrashlord-007 · 3 years

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Spoonful Of Sugar;; QK

Word Count;; 6.5k

Genre;; Yandere

Pairing;; Kun x Reader

Summary;;

Some ambitions are too grand to pursue by oneself. With the assistance of NeoTech Laboratories finest, however, anything is possible. The recognition they’ve garnered for their countless breakthroughs and their reputation as the future’s trailblazer is well-earned. Scientists tear each other apart for a chance to work within these infamous walls but for you it’s all just a means to an end. You have no wish except to see your dream come to fruition. After all, isn’t playing God what scientists do best?

Warnings;;

Mad Scientist AU, animal testing / abuse, soft but unethical science, blood and concussions, some pretty graphic depictions of violence, thriller / suspense with horror elements, YANDERE!!

... some choking

Request;;

@youngho-core

For the visual aspect one... TBT Kun 👀

either smut or yandere or both whichever you prefer bc 👀👀👋🏼

Notes;;

This is the first fic from my 750 Milestone Event that focused around the senses. As such the inspiration for this came from WayV’s Turn Back Time MV.

My Networks;; @superm-net

Main Masterlist || NCT Masterlist

The experiments were a failure. Trial after trial provided more of the same disappointing results. Hard pressed on time and with your sponsors riding your back, you knew you were on thin ice. If you couldn’t pull off some kind of miracle and soon, you’d be out of a job. Which wasn’t a big deal, not really. While the money was nice and the resources were phenomenal, what mattered to you was the simple fact that you were allowed to perform your research in the first place.

No one else had ever considered your work to be necessary, and those that humoured you found your theory to be too outrageous, too implausible. They weren’t visionaries. They couldn’t see what you saw, couldn’t grasp the possibility of something far greater than them. It took you years to land this job with its stable and dependable team of experts all determined to make your dream a reality. Never once had you experienced this level of support before. If you lost it, you knew you’d have wasted your entire life.

“Run it.”

Kun smiled before nodding at the intern waiting by the computer. Despite it being your research, it was still NeoTech’s lab. Without your assigned partner (though you thought Kun was more of a guardian than a partner - a watchful eye to make sure you remained on track), you’d hold no real authority. Nothing happened without his say-so. You could ask for a coffee and the interns would still look to him for approval. Everything, down to the notes you took, were under his scrutiny. Hell, if Kun ordered the room to hold their breath until their faces turned blue, there would be a whole lot of unconscious scientists to deal with. That was the power he held within your lab.

“Yes, Dr. Qian, running the tests now.”

It was deserved. He had more experience and education than you did. His position within the company was much higher than yours could ever be. You, an outsider, hadn’t earned the respect of your peers. You couldn’t even get your own experiments to work. All the bravada you had entered the company with was long gone. A whole year passed and you were no closer to a breakthrough now than you had been working in your own basement. Employed on a temporary basis, you had less than a month to make some real progress.

The intern pressed a few buttons on the touch-screen computer and the rats were released into the glass cube. They scurried about, sniffing the walls and each other. There were four: all white with red eyes. Well-fed and plump, they wobbled as they moved. You found them to be cute. Praying you had addressed the hyper-aggression issue prior trials had experienced, you interlocked your clammy hands and watched.

One by one, they approached the 'sugar cubes'. Far from what they seemed, the cubes were a concoction manufactured with all your hopes and dreams poured within alongside some very questionable science. Technology had come so far and yet no one wanted to push it further, to do the unthinkable. That didn’t faze you. If anything, it only served to make you more determined.

When the first rat began nibbling on a cube, your stomach started to churn. There was a lump in your throat. This was it. That make or break moment. The moment of truth. After a minute of solid eating without the rat flat-out dying, you released a staggered breath. Obstacle one passed.

Soon the others followed and within minutes the cubes were all gone. What remained were crumbs and the four white rats with their blood red eyes. They stared at one another but didn't attack, which eased the anxiety tearing at your guts by a fraction. Some earlier trials had resulted in an absolute bloodbath with the largest and most dominant rat ripping the others to shreds. Literally.

These few, however, weren't showing any signs of aggression nor any other outward sign of changes. No hemorrhaging, no desiccation, no self-mutilation, no mutations. For the first few minutes this was a good sign, but any longer than that and it became a marker of failure. You needed some indication of change or else it was just another botched formula and the hubris of reaching for a future that wasn’t yours to grasp.

"Well?" Kun asked and the hairs on your neck stood tall. Bracing yourself with an apology and a promise to do better, you were cut off by a spew of vitals being run off by an intern. Looking up, you saw a twinkle in his eyes as he turned from the rats and faced you. "Then it was a success."

What?

"A… success?"

He coughed into his handkerchief, clearing his throat for a long moment before responding, "You did it."

The world passed in a blur as you stared into his eyes. Celebrations commenced around you. Champagne popped and fizzed. Everyone shouted their congratulations. Many hands clapped your shoulder until it became numb. Someone reminded you of the promise for full-time employment given your first success on this project, but all you saw was Kun and the shadows that painted his elegant features in darkness.

No time was wasted before chimps were supplied to the laboratory for the next phase of trials. Day and night you threw yourself into your work, observing the rats for adverse reactions while tweaking the formula to complement the primates. They were larger and, of course, of a much different biological makeup than the rats. If you could get these trials to work, then you'd be much closer to human trials.

Human trials… it seemed like such an impossible hope just mere weeks ago and now you thought it to be a certainty.

The higher-ups at NeoTech were still riding your back about results. It somehow became worse after you joined as an official member of the team. They expected much more from their employees than you considered humane. You found motivation in an unlikely source: Kun.

After being allowed more permissions in the lab, you found a whole new layer of Hell in the treatment he received from the executives. Meetings where all the scientists gathered only to be belittled by the 'bosses' were commonplace. He often took the brunt of their wrath for you, shielding you from their displeasure under the guise of being the lead scientist on the project despite the title being shared between you both.

But despite it all he always smiled.

Even after his fifth twenty-hour shift in a row that ended with him sleeping on a squeaky couch in the Lounge, come morning he still poured you a coffee and beamed at you with that brilliant smile of his. It was the best way to start your day. His presence gave you a boost and if Kun could find a reason to push forward, you could too.

Throwing yourself into your work, you documented the experiments in explicit detail. The first set of chimp trials proved useless due to your calculations being too low, whereas the second set were a disaster. Once again you had miscalculated but this time you put too much of the serum into the cubes and the chimps regressed too far, too fast. Parts of their bodies were like newborns, underdeveloped and malformed. It was, quite frankly, a horror show.

Moving on with your head held high, you pushed through trial after trial. They had varying results. Some made you upchuck the little food you had in your system while others had you pulling the hair out of your head. You were grateful for Kun and how calm he remained no matter the situation. He wasn't the type to lose his cool and that grounded you.

Months passed in a whirl and, despite the relative success of your research, you feared growing older. Aging to the point of turning to dust and bones was just a natural part of life, the inevitable next step. You hated it. Avoiding mirrors, you ran from the frown lines and crow’s feet that teased the edges of your otherwise smooth skin. Such small blemishes and imperfections and yet you saw it for what it was: the start of everything going downhill.

Kun, as brilliant as he was, was no exception. No matter how great a mind you possessed, everyone was subject to the cruel mistress that was time. The last few weeks were evidence of that. Frail and prone to coughing fits, he spent more time hunched over and struggling to regain his breath rather than leading the lab. A private man, he had never disclosed his illness to you. Even as he passed you the keys, handing command of the team to you, he refrained from sharing any details of his condition. Concern for your long-time partner ate away at you but you couldn’t find the time to help him. It had fallen onto your shoulders to become the guiding force of the lab and you soon realised that Kun's position wasn't to be taken lightly.

Everything he once managed on a daily basis was hell to you. Running the team while pushing forward in your own studies and tweaking the formula made you want to quit right there and then - it was too much responsibility! You didn’t have the experience necessary to make it work. Everyone looked to you but you couldn't provide what they needed: a leader.

With Kun out of action and stress consuming your sanity, you abandoned your studies to focus instead on the formula. Leaving the lab in disarray, you only used it to test the latest cubes, going as far as sending the interns and technicians to different teams. Morale had been low since Kun’s health sabbatical and there were whispers of the ailment being terminal.

Documents filled with notes on the experiment results cluttered your home, or rather your office space that you had since renovated into a living space. It had been so long since you’d seen your apartment or even a proper bed. Hell, you can’t remember the last time you saw the sun. Yet deep in your bones you knew you were on the edge of a breakthrough and it was with that gut feeling that you found purpose.

If you could succeed before Kun's illness got worse, you'd be able to help him.

If you could rewind his biological clock, you'd be able to save him.

If you could just turn back time…

It was three in the morning when all the pieces fell together. Staring at the computer and all those god awful numbers, eyes strained and blurry, a beacon of light called out to you. The error in your maths, the hole in your theory, the answer to the question on whether we mere humans could transcend to godhood and manipulate the fabric of time itself: yes! yes, we fucking could, and we would.

Phone pressed against your ear, you called Kun while typing away at your computer, the clack of the keys loud in your otherwise quiet room. You inputted the data and ran a simulation, jubilation amplifying the exhausted tremors in your body. Stomach churning with anxiety, hunger, and raw adrenaline, you watched as the numbers displayed a positive outcome. It was happening - you had cracked the formula’s code.

Kun picked up after the third ring, his voice deep and tired. "What's wro-"

"Dr. Qian, I figured it out! Come down to the lab, we need to test this!"

A hoarse, pained cough met your ears and you flinched. He didn’t sound well. Not that he ever did lately. Whatever his illness might be, it was worsening. Part of you regretted calling. While this was a major breakthrough and you knew he’d want to be the first to know, he needed his rest and shouldn’t be pushing himself, not for a trial run on an unsubstantiated theory. That’s what it was, after all, just another one of your theories.

Guilt gnawed at your edges and you opened your mouth to apologise, to tell him good night, when his rough voice broke through the speaker.

“I’ll be there.”

He left you no room to argue edgewise as he hung up, plunging you back into silence while you awaited his coming.

With bated breath, you both watched the chimp. It wasn't dead yet so you allowed yourself a glimmer of hope. The clock ticked with every passing second until it ticked no more, fading into ambient noise. Neither you nor Kun spoke. All you could do was wait. Your eyes stung from how hard you stared at the animal. The greys on its back turned black, you could swear they did, but Kun didn't comment on it and when you looked a little harder, there were still speckles of the lighter fur.

After thirty minutes, the designated time required to observe without interference, you sighed. Kun's own shaky exhale was followed by a pained cough. Whatever plagued him seemed to deteriorate his health that much faster with every failed experiment. Somewhere deep down you had hoped that seeing a successful result would halt the illness in its tracks. You always were such a dreamer.

"It's either a failure or a complete success."

"We need to take samples."

"Do that and forward me your findings.” He stood on unsteady feet, balancing himself on your shoulder for a brief moment. Sweat caked his brow. ”And send me the updated formula. I want to see it for myself."

"Of course, Dr. Qian."

“One last thing.”

Despite his soft nature and feeble state, you gulped. “Yes?”

“Congratulations - you just made history.”

There was no hiding your excitement. When he left the lab, you squealed. You spent a solid minute jumping on the spot. Energy surged through your body, allowing you to push aside the tiredness seeping through every muscle. It worked. By God, you just knew it, it fucking worked. It wasn’t the magic from science fiction novels, but close enough. While you hadn’t solved how to turn back time per se, you had discovered a way to turn back time for an individual, to return their body to a younger state.

Leashing the chimp, you held his hand and walked him away from the experiment platform. You didn't need to go far to reach the secondary room where you performed the physiological exams. It was outside the main laboratory but still within the same wing. Upon entering, a cold gust enveloped you. That, and endless darkness.

With a quick clap of the hands you waited for the lights to turn on. The lights remained off. You tried again. The pitch black persisted. Your hand ran down the chaste walls in search of the manual switch. No snag or blemish hindered the movement. Inching inward, you became more fervent, nails grating against the smooth surface. Childish thoughts of terrific beasts and grotesque monsters crept forward, jumping out of the shadows and polluting your rationality.

Leaning into the deep unknown of the shadows, your heart pounded in your chest. It’s illogical - being scared of the dark at your age - but you couldn’t shake away your fears. For whatever reason, you couldn’t free yourself of the burdening dread as it sank down your throat to rest in your gut like a pocket full of stones. It was as heavy as stones too, you realised, as your body stagnated under the sluggish weight of despair. Panic constricted your lungs and your breath became haggard and forced, the flow of air tumultuous and painful.

It wasn’t until your fingers found that little box that you found respite from the horror show your mind concocted. Taking a step in its direction to better reach the mechanism, you collided with a metal rolling cart. The clatter of scalpels and flasks against steel scared not only you but also the chimp. He jolted backward, yanking you back in the process. Despite being within your grasp, the promise of light evaded you and instead you fell into the awaiting embrace of darkness.

Akin to shattering ice, your head met the cold floor with a loud crack.

Artificial light burned your retinas as you blinked away the dizziness and throbbing aching of your skull. Coming to, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and gazed around the room. Your monsters were long gone, the lights presumably scaring them back into the recesses of your mind. The chimp was well-trained and had hopped onto the metal table in the middle of the room of his own accord. He waited for you, scratching at his chest as his dark eyes glanced from you and the door beyond you.

Standing with a groan, you checked behind you. The door was closed. Near it was the rolling cart that had resulted in the cataclysmic pounding of your mental drum that now drowned out all other sound. Blood still thrummed inside your head. Running your fingers through your hair, you were relieved to find no superficial wounds. Blinking away the blur that shrouded your eyes, your body swayed back toward your friend on the table. Upon your apparent recovery, he had turned his attention toward biting his own foot. You scoffed.

“Must be nice to be worry-free.”

Each step forward echoed off the sterile walls. Ignoring the haze threatening to plunge you back into unconsciousness, you walked toward the chimpanzee. He reached for your hand and you gave it to him, allowing him to hold your finger as you scanned him for any outward signs of distress. His fur was darker and less peppered than it had been before the trial. Even his vocal cords sounded less strained, his mirthful howls ringing in your ear. Another bout of joy burst through your veins.

It was cut short by a sharp pain shooting outward across your scalp. With your hair in his hand, the chimp gave a second, more powerful tug and you yelped. Grabbing his wrist, you held him in place before he could continue but he was quick on his feet. He used his other hand to yank your head toward the shining, silver slab. You gripped the edge, its chilled surface burning your fingertips and crushing your nails. Due to his position, you hovered above but never touched the table. Noticing this, the chimp readjusted his hands on your head and applied more pressure. Cold sweat trickled down your brow and into your widened eyes as you caught your refracted reflection.

Oh how the tables turn - it always did remind you of a morgue, didn’t it?

“Stop it!” you yelled, your voice fracturing. “Let me go!”

And you’re all alone. Though that’s nothing new, not really.

“Let me go!” you repeated with more fervor, desperate to regain dominance over the beast.

This is what happens when you cut corners.

“Fuck!”

Straining beneath his powerful hold, you thought with mock-triumph that his strength had doubled. Another indication of success. How swell that the very science you had pursued your entire life was now killing you. You couldn’t help but laugh. If that wasn’t bitter irony, you didn’t know what was. Your chest rumbled and your body shook with each violent release of laughter until it consumed you and you fell slack, giving yourself over to the situation.

You awaited the bite of cold metal against the soft jelly of your eyes, guffawing all the while.

The entirety of your arms convulsed beneath the weight of your madness.

Your nails bent and cracked and paled.

Crazed eyes pierced through you.

Staring into the madness, down became up and you struggled to discern yourself from the metal’s reflection. The icy realisation that the lunacy was your own plunged you into a spiral. In the seconds between mania and finality, you’d lost sight of yourself and became the very monsters that haunted you whenever you closed your eyes. You had given up so much of yourself in order to achieve this: your family, your friends, your sanity, your morality. Was it ethical to toy with one’s life, to play God for a pretty penny?

Looking anywhere but at your own twisted image, your knees began to buckle beneath you.

You can’t even stand to look at yourself anymore. Was it worth it?

You just needed sleep.

Are you even yourself anymore?

It’s normal to get cold feet at the dawn of a life-altering event.

How much more will you sacrifice for your ambitions?

This will change the world for the better.

Can you ever regain what you have lost?

“No!”

Your distraught sob splintered across the room, shattering the concrete shoes that weighed you down before you could sink. With staggered breaths, your gaze returned to the table. When did you age so much? Whatever happened to the childhood you abandoned in pursuit of eternity? No matter how far back you turned your biological clock, the innocence of youth was lost to you. Life is meant to be lived once - why didn’t you enjoy it while you could?

Tears muddled your vision, corrupting your image further until you became without detail. While one burden grew, the other disappeared. The literal weight on your shoulders withdrew and the hands that once entwined within your hair retracted. Unfurling his hand, the chimp plopped onto the table and started to babble like a child once more. Lifting your chin, your throat bobbed with a heavy swallow.

There wasn’t a trace of hostility left on his face.

“What?” you mumbled, backing away from the chimp. Noticing your distress, he reached for your hand, going as far as to pout when you didn’t give it to him. He hooted and hollered, beckoning you as if he hadn’t just attacked you. “You could’ve died today, you know? I almost felt bad using you as the test subject. Almost.”

You felt childish for threatening an animal but you dismissed it as therapeutic. Unhealthy perhaps, but you had to start somewhere. If nothing else, it was better than addressing the little voice in your head and the truths it spewed.

Without taking your eyes off him, you grabbed a bowl of fruit from the mini refrigerator to use as a distraction while you leashed him to the table. It had been a long, long time since this particular chimp had to be constrained. He had mellowed out quite a lot in his adulthood, at least that’s what the handlers had told you. Much too new to the lab, you weren’t around when he was a child or teen, and after that little stint you were glad.

“Now you better be good or else I’m putting you to sleep. One way or another.” You pointed an accusatory finger at the chimp and he started to jump in glee. “I don’t need you alive for much longer so you better watch yourself.”

After taking blood, saliva, and hair samples, you subjected him to x-rays and a biopsy alongside some more basic tests to observe his mental state while the samples were cultivated. Pacified by the fruit, his demeanour returned to that of his ‘older’ self. He was calm again, and didn’t act out of turn. Even during the more painful tests he didn’t have an episode. In fact, he was so well-behaved you started to wonder whether or not you had imagined the whole fiasco. With the lack of sleep and necessary nutrients, it wouldn’t surprise you if your mind started betraying you.

No matter the truth of the incident, all you could do was push forward.

Satisfied enough with the chimp's cognitive ability and the fact he remembered commands he learned not only as an infant but since you had met him, you caged him before returning to the brightness of too many computer screens. They ran different processes, all attempting to speed forward to the results you yearned for. Rubbing your tired eyes, you leaned forward to better see the trickling numbers as they poured down the monitor. With a clap of your hands, the lights faded to black and the world collapsed around you, leaving just you and the data.

A yawn seeped through your lips.

Exhaustion caught up to you and you fought to stay awake.

It was a futile endeavour.

Unable to keep your heavy eyelids open, you nodded off.

A string of beeping announced the final sample’s cultivation and you awoke with a start, dazed and confused. Data flooded the screens. Trying to absorb it all at once, you rolled your chair backwards. It was pointless. Pushing forward, your nose almost touched the monitor as you squinted, the numbers morphing into one another. It all seemed to check out, at least at first glance. There was a slight discrepancy in the-

Your phone rang.

It sliced through the still air like a siren. Snapping your bleary eyes away from the distorted screens, you picked up the call without checking the caller ID. At this god-awful hour it could only be one person. You had, after all, no personal life that would seek you out, not since you threw your whole world into this project. Bitterness tainted your greeting but, if he sensed something was amiss, Kun ignored it.

"I received your formula. Amazing work. How is the chimp?"

"He's alive…” you hesitated, unsure if you should mention the incident. “And well. He’s playing with the fruit I gave him.”

"Playful? That old chap? You're getting my hopes up."

"The results, Kun… I think we did it. I mean, aside from the possibility of him regressing too far, it all checks out. Physically he's… de-aging."

"That's never been a problem. Your formula has always been solid when it comes to stopping the regression. What about mentally?"

"He's retained knowledge. He can complete commands taught to him just a few months ago as well as ones he’s known since childhood."

"Excellent work, Doctor. Now get some rest. You've earned it. We'll run additional trials this week before presenting the findings to the Board."

"Thank you and good night, Dr. Qian."

He hung up, plunging you back into silence. In the quiet dark, you found yourself crying. After all these years, you did it. ‘To achieve greatness one should live as if they will never die’ and it couldn’t be truer. The suffering was behind you now. No more sleepless nights, no more fear of losing your job and the resources it provided, no more resentment toward yourself - it was a success. You succeeded against the odds and the criticism.

You proved them all wrong.

As the tears subsided, a wave of nausea encased you. It mixed with fatigue and dulled your senses. You could see the discrepancy screaming at you just as it had before Kun’s call and yet you couldn’t quite process what it was telling you. It just didn’t make sense. While most of the chimp’s hormones were within acceptable parameters, several key chemicals were too high. His testosterone level had risen beyond the typical level for an adolescent teen or a matured adult.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen a dramatic hormonal shift in one of the test subjects: it occurred in the rats, too, when the alpha had torn its companions to shreds, leaving a trail of tails and limbs scattered throughout the entire maze.

Blood splattered across the walls until they ran red. When you had removed the rat from the maze to observe the changes up close, it went into a frenzy and attacked its handler before striking out against the bars of its cage. While still hyper-aggressive toward the other rats, it focused all its attention on one in particular: a young female that had caught the eyes of all the dominant males. When she fled, he followed. Wherever she ran, he would pursue. He clawed and gnawed at the small white rods that separated them until his teeth snapped and he whittled his fingers down to fleshy nubs.

Shuddering, you pushed the memory aside. This couldn’t be the same problem. You had addressed that issue long ago. It wasn’t like you to make mistakes twi-

From behind you came the screech of steel grating against steel.

Snapping your head around fast enough to cause whiplash, you searched the room. The chimp in his cage near the back of the room was the likely suspect. If anything was moving in the room, it made sense for it to be him. And with his current chemical imbalance, it wouldn’t surprise you if he was having another outburst. And yet his corner was quiet. Mouth filled with mango, he was oblivious to the world around him.

He was silent, and he was still.

An endless supply of dread began to fill you, sloshing about inside your guts until there was no space left for anything except fear. The air in the room was thinner, as if another were consuming it faster than the vents could resupply it. Out of paranoia your breathing became unsteady and desperate.

Within this tight, sound-proof room within this large, empty building… you were no longer alone.

Squinting as you scanned, your chest tightened when you caught sight of it: a mass of shadows that seemed to reach for you. It grew in height the closer it moved toward you. Swallowing the light around it, the darkness went from black to infinite. Step by echoing step, it glided across the room. A chill clutched your spine, sending deep tremors though your tense muscles.

Not knowing what else to do, you clapped.

The lights flickered on.

Chased away by the sudden illumination, the shadows retreated to the recesses of the room… and yet it remained.

You screamed.

Travelling the remainder of space between you both, the soundwaves bounced off Kun’s body and filled the room with fragments of your terror.

“Dr. Qian! You scared me!” Clutching your chest, you took a deep breath and felt the thudding of your heart. Even if it had just nearly leapt out of your throat, it was grounding. Despite the circumstances, the beat was calming, its rhythm constant and soothing. After a long inhale that cleared your senses, the subsequent exhalation rooted you back into your situation. Monsters may run rampant in your imagination but this was no dream, and there was nothing to fear now that the years of failure were long behind you.

At least that's what you told yourself.

Kun chuckled out a ‘sorry’ and it brought your attention back to his face. There was too much to take in at once and you stared at him with your mouth agape. Metallic blue hair teased his keen eyes, his bangs styled down across his forehead. His skin was as smooth as porcelain. There wasn’t a single wrinkle or blemish, his features elegant yet harsh. Bright in comparison to his overall appearance, his eyes twinkled as he observed you.

“Did… did you dye your hair?”

Of course he did. It was stupid to ask, but you also didn’t want to broach the other question with its equally obvious answer.

“It’s something I used to do in my youth.”

A nervous laugh departed from your jittery lungs. “It’s a bit early to be celebrating that much, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean?”

He took a step toward you.

“Well… we’re a long way off human trials...”

You trailed off as he took another step forward.

“I’m aware of that.”

His tone was as sharp as the clack of his shoes against the polished tiles.

“Of course you are.”

Three more steps synchronised with the nod of your head.

“Can I ask you something?”

Within arms reach, the space between you was finite and yet his voice sounded miles away.

“I was just about to leave actu-”

Kun kicked your chair and you gasped when it slammed against the desk. The monitors teetered and swayed before settling with a quiet groan, mirroring your own body. While the impact wasn’t strong, it was enough to disorient you. When you looked back up at Kun, you realised he had encaged you. His arms formed the cell and his hands planted on the desk were the locks. Leaning into your personal space, his cologne swirled around you. His words wisped into your ear and clawed at your brain.

“If you had your whole life given back to you, what would you do with it?”

Closing your eyes, you pretended to think while weighing your options. If Kun took the formula then he was liable to be violent. Leaving would prove difficult given how much stronger he was than you. Even when he was in the throes of his illness, his body was more muscular and toned than yours. While he wouldn’t have regained his atrophied strength from the regression, he’d be at full health and would have no trouble stopping you dead in your tracks.

“Answer me.” You stiffened at the hint of a growl that followed, and his subsequent soft laugh wasn’t enough to ease your nerves. “It’s for science.”

“I don’t know.” The alpha rat killed the others to assert dominance. While it was unlikely that Kun saw you as a threat, you tried to make yourself look smaller and deferential. Avoiding his gaze, you kept your face lowered. If you could subdue him or coerce him into one of the locked rooms, you could start researching how to undo the change. You just needed to buy some time and lower his defenses. “What would you do?”

Raising your chin with the tip of his pointer-finger, he spoke in an even tone, “I’d spend every moment until my dying breath with the one I loved.”

“That’s beautiful.” Forcing a smile, you tried to look anywhere but his burning stare.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting like you can’t stand the sight of me.”

There was a bite in his voice. Clenching your fists in your lap, you braced yourself for a potential violent episode. He was much larger than the primate; he’d do a lot more damage if he decided to slam your skull into the table. Steadying your breath, you inhaled at an even pace. Filling your lungs and holding the air within for brief seconds before releasing, you heard the tick tick of his watch as time marched on without you.

Ferocious serenity settled in your veins as you came to your resolution. Dryness stung at your eyes but you didn’t waver. Without a hint of a quiver, you gave him what he wanted: your full attention.

“Did you experiment on yourself?”

His head tilted and exuberance spread outward across his face like that of a boy whose love was requited.

“You’ve given me a second chance. I owe this life to you.”

“Did you exper-”

“Yes.”

“Why?” A trickle of moisture stained your cheek. “God, why, why?”

For a brief second you swore you saw remorse in his eyes but if it had truly been there, it was long gone by the time he spoke. “For once I wanted something for myself.”

“I’m sorry I failed you, Kun.”

“Failed me?” Dropping to his knees before you, he brushed away the tears that promised to spill from the corners of your eyes. He was too close to see anything except the tremble of your lips and the infrequent gasps that passed though them between soft sobs. Twisting your arm out of the chair’s confinement, your fingers hovered mere centimetres over the table in a desperate search for anything you could repurpose into a weapon. Unaware of your true intentions, Kun shushed you, shaking his head while tidying up your hair. “Oh sweetheart, you could never. You’ve given me everything.”

You found your phone. It slid back an inch as your nails caught on the case. A pen rolled across the table. Kun watched it fall, he listened to it clatter against the hard tile. In slow motion, his accusatory line of sight zeroed in on the minute movement behind your back. Your breath caught in your throat. Darkness infected his demeanour. Leaning forward to get a better view, his mouth parted and words you knew you had no satisfactory response to would soon follow. Mustering a facade of courage, you swung your hidden hand forward.

With a sickening crack it connected with his temple.

He stumbled back onto his haunches and you took the opportunity to bolt.

Electrified by pure adrenaline, you threw yourself toward the door.

It didn’t budge.

Punching in the code, you tried again.

It remained locked.

Metal on metal, the door groaned as you tried to force it open.

Slamming your fist against the military-grade door, you fought tooth and nail until the pristine white turned red.

Spurting from the split flesh of your hand, your blood ran deep before seeping into the cracks of the door.

Feasting on your life force, it seemed to become sentient, possessing a will of its own - one that wouldn’t bend to your desperation.

You begged the door to open, to stop moaning and just let you free.

It refused, mocking you with its red warnings and threats.

Muddled breaths got louder, closer.

No matter how many times you tried to bypass the system, your exit was prohibited.

Access Denied.

Staggering exhalations fell into the space behind you.

It was the sound of a beast on the edge of insanity.

“We could’ve had something beautiful, you and I,” Kun spat the words out through gritted teeth.

Your shrill shriek echoed off the hard walls, bouncing from corner to corner before penetrating your trembling form. With a final futile tug on the handle, your resistance ebbed as the certainty of your capture clenched at your heart. He’d won. The prey to his predator, you were unable to flee, unable to run.

You were at his mercy.

Smooth fingers crawled around your neck, cradling your throat in his hands. When they met in the middle he tightened his hold, yanking your head back until it rested perpendicular to your spine. His breath was hot against your temple. Wet heat poured forth from your stinging eyes. There was a coldness in his gaze as he regarded you. Disappointment coloured him in grey. He tutted before pressing his lips to your forehead. Despite it all there was tenderness there. It made you nauseous.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re just confused. It’ll be better once you take your medicine.”

Between his harsh grasp and the angle in which he held you, your airway was cut off. It made it difficult to speak. Forcing the words out alongside coughs, you stammered, “Kun, please, you don’t have to do this.”

He smiled and the lights overhead illuminated him in an unnatural glow, his beauty gorgeous and blinding. “Perhaps. But I want to.”

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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GIFT .

Genre : Brother-in-law Jungkook x OC!

Warnings : Yandere Jungkook! Non Consent. Manipulative behaviour. Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Murder

Author's Note : I love reading Yandere fics so I just wanted to write one!! Its very different from what I usually write... So proceed with caution.

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The first time I met Jungkook , it was five years into my relationship with Namjoon.

Namjoon had told me all about his baby brother, a final year student in SNU. Jungkook majored in Business , training to take over the company business . Namjoon often mentioned that it was Jungkook's offer to switch majors that had helped him pursue his own dream of being a music producer.

So when he told me that Jungkook was on a break from university and his parents were looking forward to having a proper family dinner with all of us, I was excited to meet the boy , I'd heard so much about. Namjoon was endlessly fond of his little brother and I wanted him to like me just as much.

Namjoon and I had met seven years earlier in the University Library and had become fast friends. We were both quiet, intellectually driven individuals, preferring to spend our time in the library as opposed to partying with our friends. And yet, in a twist , against our family’s wishes, we had chosen not to pursue an academically driven career either. I’d always felt out of place in my own friend group, most of my friend from Journalism being extroverted and fun loving. Namjoon for his part had only two very close friends, Yoongi and Hoseok and preferred spending time by himself as well.

So it was only natural that we fell in with each other with ease. His beautiful dimpled smile tugged on my gut, even as his gentle nature and gorgeous mind made my heart pound. I fell in love with him, between the late night laughter in the library and the soft secrets whispered against my skin, in the privacy of his bed.

“Nervous?” His voice drew me to the present, fingers inking with mine as he lightly knocked his shoulders against mine, staring down at me with a dimpled smile. I shook my head quickly, squeezing his hand gently.

“Of course not. I just want him to like me.” I whispered and Namjoon chuckled.

“Jungkookie isn’t very expressive so don’t worry if he isn’t very vocal in his affections. He’s very shy with new people but I’m sure, he’ll love you.” Namjoon reached out and lightly, brushed the hair off my face before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

I gripped his waist, pressing in closer, lips parting instinctively , eager to chase the taste of him. He groaned and gripped my elbow, pulling me around to press up against the tall , lean strength of his body and this was it, this endless need to touch him even after seven whole years of being together. I moaned when he bit down on my lips, my back arching a bit to press into him.

“Hyung?”

We parted, surprised and I felt my face flame, lips slicked wet and no doubt red from where Joon’s teeth had sunk in.

What a first impression.

“Ahh… Jungkook-ah… You came out?” Namjoon looked a little flustered, dimples peeking out in an abashed smile as he laughed embarrassedly I found myself smiling at Jungkook, who looked nothing like I’d imagined.

I’d been expecting someone cute and friendly.

Jungkook was dressed in all black, tall and intimidating. He was also almost surreally beautiful, gaze piercing and steady as he stared at me. I felt an instinctive urge to hide, not missing the way his gaze trailed up and down my body, lips parting gently to reveal a pair of bunny teeth that looked jarringly adorable on a face that was , quite simply put, arrestingly gorgeous.

He hummed, still standing in the doorway, eyes trained on me and I swallowed when he smiled , wide and open. His tongue darted out, lightly licking his lower lip .

“Hi, Hana.” He said softly and I startled.

“Hana? I’m sure you mean noona…..” I laughed nervously and even Namjoon looked surprised and Jungkook merely smiled, shrugging.

“You don’t feel like a noona.” He said casually.

I merely stared at him, not sure what he meant. Namjoon laughed a little as well, moving over to lightly hug his brother.

“Yah! You’ve just met her. Isn’t it too soon to start being a brat?” He ruffled his hair playfully before turning to me.

“Come on, Hana. Come say hi to my parents.” Namjoon walked in and I rushed to follow him, pausing when I reached the doorway. I smiled at Jungkook, holding a hand out slowly.

“I’ve heard so much about you Jungkook, I hope we can be friends…” I said sincerely and he stared at my hand, not taking it. Instead he gave me another soft smile. Before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, making me jump .

“You don’t feel like a friend either.” He said with a shrug , before moving away, leaving me stunned on the doorway.

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Two years later :

“Seven months? Namjoon we’re getting married in seven months! How am I supposed to plan a whole wedding , with you away from the country?” I asked desperately, watching as Namjoon sat with his head in his hands. He looked stricken, regretful and pained and I felt terrible for being unreasonable but it was impossible not to feel hurt.

“I know.. I know hana, I’m so fucking sorry. But this is such a huge opportunity and its not just me : Hoseok and Yoongi depend on me. I can’t screw things up for them too.” He whispered and I exhaled.

Namjoon had been offered a chance to produce for a very high end recording label based out of the US and they wanted him to stay there for a minimum of seven months. The offer had been a complete surprise, out of the blue and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I’d been accepted into an internship at a popular magazine and it would be impossible for me to go with him. And I was so desperate to go.

We’d never been apart for more than a few days, in the entirety of our relationship and the thought of not seeing him for months made me want to throw up.

“I’ve spoken to Jungkook. He’ll help you with all the things that have to be done. And I swear that I’ll be back at least a month before the date, alright? No matter what happens.” Namjoon said firmly. I swallowed, nodding nervously.

It was true that I didn’t like the idea of being away from Namjoon. But the thought of keeping him away from a dream that he had worked so hard for, was almost unfathomable.

Besides, Jungkook was reliable and sweet. The perfect gentleman. Especially now that he’d taken over as his father’s Executive Assistant, Jungkook was incredibly good at organizing and planning things out.

With his help, I could plan out our wedding to perfection.

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The next five months were spent in a haze of appointments and fittings and bookings. Jungkook had arranged for a shift in my internship hours, so he and I could spend a solid four hours every day, visiting different vendors, picking out the perfect floral arrangements, napkins, brocade and what not. And for once, I found myself completely enthralled by the idea of spending money of frivolously pretty things. Whether it was the florists or the patisserie, the dress fitting or the invitations, I felt my excitement bubbling over , amazed because marrying into Namjoon’s family meant an unlimited budget and for once, I didn’t mind being extravagant.

What was more, I didn’t miss Namjoon nearly as much as I thought I would. Because deep down , I knew that he wouldn’t have enjoyed this all that much. And I would have felt guilty , dragging him everywhere.

And Jungkook was the one to thank for all of it. He picked me up everyday for an early breakfast , followed by hours of combing the streets for ideas and appointments. He was funny and enthusiastic, eager to help me in every way and I was so grateful that I couldn’t thank him enough.

“I owe you so much, Kookie. You’ve been a life saver.” I groaned, collapsing on the couch and dropping my head back against the backrest. Jungkook chuckled, sitting down on one of the Turkish ottomans and lightly grabbing my ankle, pulling my foot onto his lap. I flushed a little, still not used to how touchy he was.

Jungkook liked wrapping his arms around my waist when we were out and about, fingers fluttering up my sides or brushing hair off my face with easy familiarity. I didn’t mind. He reminded me of my little brother back in Ilsan.

Most of the people we met assumed he was the groom and Jungkook told me it would be better to keep up the ruse because wedding planners were more comfortable when couples came together and I’d agreed, albeit a little reluctantly. I missed Namjoon and I wondered if he would mind. But when I mentioned it in passing to him during one of our daily video calls, he’d merely laughed it off.

“You’re so tense, Hana. You should relax. Everything is going to be okay.” Jungkook said softly, soft fingers digging into the curve of heel before brushing the arch of my foot. I smiled when he tugged my foot close, placing it down on the firmness of his thigh.

I gazed down at him, feeling uncomfortably nervous. This whole thing seemed oddly intimate somehow and I felt the first tendrils of guilt begin to curl around my gut. I swallowed, hating myself for tainting something that was no doubt innocent. I ought to be grateful that my future brother in law was this kind to me.

“I know. Thank you. I just miss him sometimes.” I said softly. The fingers stilled on my foot.

“Only sometimes?” He teased, eyes narrowed and tone just a little colder and I hesitated.

“I don’t miss him when you keep me company. You help me forget that I’m doing all of this by myself.” I said honestly. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to mine, holding mine with an intensity that made me balk a little.

“You mean, that?” He asked quietly and I laughed at how serious he looked.

“Of course I do. I was so sure this whole thing would be me being miserably lonely but you’ve kept me laughing and happy. I’m going to ask Namjoon to buy you something expensive and amazing when he comes back.”

“He already has something amazing. It’s the only thing I really want.” Jungkook said quietly, fingers stroking up, gently massaging my foot all the way up my calf. I groaned at how good it felt.

“Really what is it?” I asked curious.

Jungkook squeezed my knee before carefully placing my foot down , reaching for the other one.

“You’ll know soon, Hana.”

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True to his word, Namjoon called me exactly a month before our wedding date.

“Guess who’s leaving the God forsaken place this weekend?”

I felt warmth flood my insides, heart racing with pure joy, tears brimming over because I’d honestly resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to make it back on time.

“Monday i, I’ll be there. Can’t wait to kiss you, my love.” He whispered and I nodded, laughing.

Finally, Everything would be okay.

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Namjoon’s flight was due to arrive late night ,somewhere between twelve and one in the morning. I’d taken a nap in the afternoon, so I could be up to welcome him back. Jungkook arrived at around seven with Takeout and flowers.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, letting himself in with the spare key I’d given him for emergencies. I found myself scrambling for my robe because I’d taken a nice long shower and slipped on a silk negligee, short and ending just over my knees . I could feel his eyes on me as I hastily tied the sash together, flustered. The robe wasn’t long either and I felt absolutely exposed, even worse than when he’d stepped into the dressing room during my fitting, offering to help me with the zipper.

“ Jungkook, what are you doing here?” I asked nervously and he shrugged, eyes still trailing over my legs, the skin bare. I felt his gaze like a caress and some instinct told me I was in danger. I shook my head to clear it. How ridiculous.

This was Jungkook. Sweet, wonderful Jungkookie. My best friend these past few months. There was no one else I could be safer with.

“I knew you’d be excited, what with hyung coming back and all. So, I thought I’d drop by and at least make sure you’re well fed.” He grinned, holding the tae out up. I smiled and nodded, moving to get plates and glasses from the kitchen.

I heard Jungkook moving around in the living room and when I went back in , I found that he had two glasses of wine ready on the table, an expensive bottle of merlot opened nearby. I smiled a bit, shaking my head.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked curiously and he shrugged.

“Namjoon hyung is coming back right? It means I’ll be getting my amazing gift tonight.” He said softly, picking his glass up and taking a sip and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re such a child. You can’t wait for a day to get your gift?”

Jungkook hummed. He looked ethereal in the dim golden light of the apartment. Like something out of a fairytale. All dark ebony hair and porcelain skin. I wondered, again….why he never dated. He was easily one of the most beautiful humans I’d ever seen in my life. And that voice.

The voice of an angel.

“I’ve been waiting for years, Hana. I’m sick and tired of waiting.” He said softly, voice low and eyes somehow dark and I tried to hold my smile.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” I grinned and he smiled, all teeth.

“Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly.”

I took my own glass and took a deep sip , before holding it against his.

“To no longer waiting and finally getting what we want.” I said cheerfully, thinking of the long months without Namjoon and the few hours till he would be back in my arms. Jungkook chuckled and clinked his glass against mine.

“To you, Hana.” He said simply and I blushed, surprised and flattered.

We ate the take out but just a few bites in, I felt my eyes getting heavy which was so unfair. It was barely eight. And I’d slept in the afternoon. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be up till Namjoon came home.

“You alright, love?” Jungkook asked sweetly , getting out of his chair and making his way over when I almost knocked the glass of water over, fingers trembling. I pouted, even as his fingers curled over my shoulders, gripping lightly.

“Why am I so drowsy?” I whined in desperation and he leaned down, lightly resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You need to rest, hana. Come on, let’s get you to bed…. “

Eyes heavy and limbs turning to jelly, I could barely blink as he reached down and scooped me into his arms , carrying me into the bedroom. I felt his fingers tug on the sash of my robe, a protest building up at the action but he shushed me gently.

“I’m just helping you out of this, Hana. Rest now… Namjoon hyung will be here soon and we have a long night ahead of us, you and I.”

I could feel my mind churn at that, confusion warring with apprehension because why was Jungkook inserting himself in tonight? What did he have to do with Namjoon and I ?

Sleep beckoned and I found myself slipping into the darkness before I could fully ponder on his words.

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I woke up sweaty and damp , body overheated and my head foggy. I made to move and felt my heart pound when I realized my hands were tied up to the headboard. I blinked, only to be met with darkness because there was something tied around my eye as well.

“Jungkook?!” I called out panicking and there was a low chuckle.

And then a very familiar scent.

Namjoon.

I sagged in relief.

“Joon…it’s you….” I breathed out . “ Come on, do we really have to do this right away? I wanna see you…” I whispered desperately.

Fingers brushed over my ankle and I jumped.

“Namjoon?” I whispered . The bed dipped next to me, and I felt the brush of his shirt against my bare arm. It was soft and silky , familiar because I’d bought it for him for his birthday and he’d sent me a pic of him wearing it, from the airport today.

“Okay… I’ll play.” I laughed softly. “ Just untie me… I wanna touch you..”

“Sshhh…..” A finger pressed against my lip and I startled. Throat dry, I gulped.

But I didn’t say anything, biting my lips nervously as I felt him climb over me, one knee on either side of mine, fingers curling on my thighs, lips pressing against my cheek. I sighed, relishing the soft press of his lips, up and down my neck, the damp wetness of his tongue as he licked the skin right after, teeth nipping gently and then with more force.

I trembled as soft fingers tugged on my negligee tugging the fabric up and away from my body, raising it up till it pooled near my chest. I felt the tug on my panties, yanking the fabric off and then the weight of him went away, a breathy exhale that sounded both calm and somehow desperate, his body moving down to lightly hold my knees, parting my legs.

I bent my knees, spreading my thighs the way he clearly wanted me to, hearing him groan in return. He used his thumbs to gently part the damp folds of my centre and I felt my entire body shudder at the press of his tongues against the most intimate parts of me.

Choking, I could only lay there and take it, his tongue licking the slick folds, over and over again with an almost curious insistence, like he was tasting me for the first time and I could feel his body trembling on the bed as he did. I felt his teeth tug on the hardened nub, bruising hard and yet somehow almost playful and cheeky and I found myself squirming in pleasure, wetness seeping out of me .

The tip of his finger found my slit, running up and done the length of it in a slow, gentle caress, gathering the moisture there and I trembled when he reached my clit, gently rubbing circles on the little bundle before moving back down to trace my entrance. I was so wet, getting wetter by the second and I’d never wanted to be fucked so bad.

“Please…..baby… I want you ….in me…” I choked out and he chuckled, a little mischievous and unlike him.

The finger dipped in, shallow and barely in and I whimpered in desperation.

“More.. Please…. I want more.. Want you… Its been so long…”

I felt him move back at that and then he was there, right between my legs. I felt the clink of metal as he unbuckled himself, the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he pushed his trousers off. I could feel the hard muscles of his thigh against the back of mine as he scooted closer, felt the brush of his hard length against my center, the head dipping in just lightly.

He pushed forward, driving in with so much force that my entire body shuddered in shock. And in just that second, I knew, with dawning horror…….

This was not Namjoon.

I screamed, so loud my own ears rang and a palm pressed down into my mouth, forceful and unrelenting. And terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“Hana…” Jungkook’s voice near my ear made me choke on my tears, my mind splintering in shock and betrayal, body going rigid in terror as he pulled out , only to slide back in.

“Knew it would be worth it, keeping myself pure for you….” He crooned against my skin and I whimpered, wetness spilling over my eyelashes as I tried to squirm away, my mind body and soul only screaming for the man I loved.

“Don’t worry about anything ….Hyung’s in a better place now. “ Jungkook chuckled deeply and I felt my skin go ice cold at the implication. He moved his hand away and I coughed, choking.

“Jungkook….”

The blind fold came off and he kept pumping into me, hips moving erratically, no rhythm or grace and it was obvious he’d never done this before, obvious in the way he looked : blissed out and feral, eyes unfocused as he stared down at me. I felt him tremble and shake, before going still . I felt warm wetness flood my insides and bile rose, nausea making breathing difficult. He stayed on me and inside me, his body so large and immovable, heavy and suffocating over my own.

“what are you doing Jungkookie?” I sobbed out in disbelief and he glared at me.

“What does it fucking look like I’m doing? I’m taking what I fucking deserve….” He snarled. “ Two fucking years…. He doesn’t deserve you. Spends all his days and nights holed up in that studio of his with his friends….leaves you to fend for yourself. You deserve to be waited on, hand and foot… you deserve the world, hana…and he wouldn’t let you experience any of it. Fucking bastard….

“No… No.. God …no..” I choked out. It was the shirt.

He was wearing Namjoon’s shirt. And his cologne. The shirt I knew my boyfriend had been wearing today. How did he get it??

Jungkook brushed his fingers on my cheeks .

“What’s wrong baby? Are you worried about him? Wondering where he is…” He chuckled. “ I told you..he’s in a better place right now..”

“No… you’re lying..you wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t I? You know me that well , hana?” He teased.

No. No I didn’t I didn’t know him at all.

“How about this? If you marry me…. If you let me have this dream wedding with my dream girl…. “ He smirked,” If you let me love you the way you deserve , maybe I’ll take you to visit him…someday. ”

I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t process what I’d just heard… I didn’t know… if he was bluffing. What if he had actually killed-

I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t. It would break me.

“Okay… Just…please don’t hurt him…” I whispered.

Jungkook smiled.

“Just relax Hana. Everything’s going to be okay.”

AUTHORS NOTE : THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS PURELY OUT OF IDLE CURIOSITY

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#YANDERE JUNGKOOK #YANDERE BTS #yandere jungkook smut #bts smut

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nari-nim · 3 years

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hongjoong as your boyfriend

nari note: ah yes, my bias wrecker :’) got requests for mingi and jongho, so they’re coming soon...but who else after them for this series? gif creds go to @hongjooong

Listen, his time is so precious so when he’s spending it with you? You’re precious. He doesn’t bother wasting his time with people who do not add value to his life, so when he’s paying extra attention to you and offering to buy you coffee on the way to work? Someone likes youuuu ;)

Likes to be friends first before dating

You definitely catch him staring at you a lot

He just thinks you’re so beautiful doing the most mundane tasks :((

Will make sure the relationship will work out before asking you out

Or ask him out and he’ll move mountains to make it work

Oh god he takes intimacy and closeness so seriously, so he will be careful about skinship when y’all first date

But he loves the feeling of you in his arms

Or when you back hug him at work

Speaking of work, absolutely the type to produce and sing love songs for you

Like a whole fucking album

But he won’t publish all of the songs for the public, some are simply just for your ears

Not in the way where all the lyrics are all R-rated, although he will make some of those songs for sure

But like very much likes to pour his heart out into the lyrics and beats, so those songs especially are just for you

He’s so loyal. Will work anything and everything out.

Love language is quality time (receiving) and acts of service (giving). This combination leads to a lot of romantic and sensual nights in! Think: making dinner together, eating candle lit dinner, warm baths, stuff that leads to more (expanded on later ;)), all those good cliches.

If it’s in the daytime, scenic drives while blasting music, taking photos on film cameras, chilling by the ocean, all of this fits so well with Hongjoong.

Date where he teaches you how to reform clothes and you end up creating a matching set together. Couple outfit. Couple goals.

Also nap dates!!

Cuddle him while he gets this well deserved and much needed rest!

Remembers literally everything you tell him

Very attentive listener, most likely won’t accidentally fall asleep

This means he gives really thoughtful and sentimental gifts, remembers all the important dates, and absolutely will remember that random person in college that hit on you from one singular conversation about them

all or nothing. Just super devoted and loyal.

Will want to help you learn, grow, and pursue your goals. Not exactly a hype man, but will help you slowly and steadily in the background

For example, uses his connections to help point you to the right direction for this risky career choice but won’t take credit for it unless you press him about it

Hmm.. the type to mentally fixate on a problem or try to solve it on his own because he just wants to see you happy, so make sure you try to coax whatever might bother him out so y’all can face the issues together!

But, he’s extremely good at communicating and conflict resolution

After the first few months, arguments are super rare because y’all worked out the biggest issues by then

And if anything comes up, he is so good at actively listening to you, finding compromises, and voicing his needs in a super understanding way

Ugh someone cuff this mans

Speaking of communication, he’s the type to only talk about his deepest worries or insecurities with the closest loved ones in his life so get ready to see a whole new side of him when dating

Will be so vulnerable and open with you so treat him gently and with kindness!

Deep conversations until the late am

A great ear when it comes to listening to you

Always has great, heartfelt advice

He’s someone you can always lean on! He has your back, always

But also make sure to be there for him because we all know he goes through so much and the strongest people need the strongest support

He’s okay with PDA, but not too much in front of people in KQ

Sticks to hand holding and little else

But he is such a cuddle bug in private! He actually lay on top of you or trap you on his lap, not letting you leave unless it’s an emergency

His hugs feel so safe

When y’all cuddle, you always feel so secure, warm, and loved

Dating him is the equivalent of understanding what a deep sense of belonging feels like

Haha y’all should dare each other to try spicy foods

Because if you like spice/take it well, watch him look at you in amazement and slight horror

And then proceed to sneak the spicy foods in his dish onto your plate whenever y’all eat out together

Even better, you eat the spicy looking food first as his personal taste tester and after a solemn nod, you just quietly take it off his plate for him/move the dish closer to you. You are his superhero.

Or if you can’t take it well like him, at least you both have fun chugging milk together

A true bonding experience either way

NSFW after this

Switch but with an extremely heavy dom lean

Eager to please. More than anything, likes to make sure you’re both pleasuring each other.

Loves to hear details of your sexual experience and what you like in bed. Simply as a way of getting to know you more. So y’all could literally be talking about choking on his dick casually over lunch. Seonghwa almost spat his drink out while passing by

He is consent king wbk

When y’all first started dating, there were times he forced you to stop kissing him just so he could pressed his forehead against yours and take some ragged breaths, hands gripping at your shoulders tightly, as he pulled himself together and tried to calm down

Because intense makeout sessions really turn him on

But once you experimentally rock your hips against his, watch his eyes shoot open and look at you with bated anticipation

The first time y’all get down and dirty he’s literally checking in with you before he does anything

Which is so cute, but you’re literally like “just fuck me” at one point

Once he knows your limits though, likes testing them little by little, but always checking in to see how you are doing

Definitely has hard dom potential, especially after both of you get super comfortable

But he still checks in, whether it be gruffly demand your color or pausing to look at you with a questioning look. Just depends on how fucked out you are.

Always coming up with ways to maximize your pleasure, will give everything you suggest a shot

He appreciates visuals. Likes seeing you in his clothes or in lingerie he bought you

Really into orgasm control

He loves loves loves hearing you whine for him

But also

He’s into breath he’s into breath play he’s into breath play he’s into breath play

Hm shamelessly bringing in astrology: so his scorpio ass can actually be quite freaky. But more than anything, he’s very intense during sex.

But would fuck you as stress relief after a long day

That… that gets really intense

You’ve used your safe word against him a few times before on those particular days

Also y’all have needy, desperate sex a lot

Because he’s so busy and you have your own life so when you get to have your time together, it can be a little animalistic the first few rounds

Then it transitions to like love making…very sweet, slow, and sensual :)

OH he is so romantic on anniversaries! He absolutely loves making it special and will spend the night making you shake from pleasure

But on other days where he’s tired as fuck, this is your chance to take care of him! Not necessarily doming him, but being a service top and cuddling him so well afterwards? He honestly loves it so much more than he lets on

Honestly though, I do see him as someone who will let you dom him if you are both feeling it

Not always, but again, he wants to maximize your pleasure

One time he let you top and you started licking his nipples #hongtiddies and it felt so good for him, you can tell from the way he starts squirming, rutting his hips up at you, and whimpering for you

Got shy before he hit subspace and you used it to mock him a little

Peg him. He'll take it. Like a mess.

Cums so hard

Was so red after

Pillow talk hits so different

Y’all are both bathing in that post-sex glow, faces inches apart, him kissing your knuckles tenderly, looking deep into your eyes while you both talk about your future, dreams, and aspirations

Whispers his “I love you”s at this time with such sincerity

You can just see the love in his eyes and gentle smile

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beomcoups · 3 years

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808′s and confessions

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Yoongi x reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, a little angsty but overall some cute shit

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: PG-13

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: kissing, cursing,

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.5k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are an upcoming artist given a huge opportunity to work with one of the biggest rappers in the industry. The bond of music forms unexpected feelings that you were determined to not have. Will those feelings be reciprocated?

I want to know you more, an explorer

venturing through your deep forest of mystery

I want to know all of your secrets

Reading through your book like history

The kick drum sound from the 808s hit, sending vibrations and chills up your arms as the beat continues to play. It's 1:21 am, and you are in the studio with Yoongi working on a single for your upcoming collaboration with him. You’ve always admired his work, and you didn’t think you would have any luck reaching out to his management, let alone him agreeing to work on this project with you. Since you were three years old, you have been singing and have won some pageants growing up because of your talent. You’ve always known that you wanted to be a singer. It’s just something that you have always had embedded in you, and you made it your mission to pursue your dream.

You chose Yoongi as the person to make music with because he is very passionate, and artistic, about the sound he creates. You watched documentaries with him where he was working on his tracks, and you were blown away. You aren’t going to lie and say that you don’t have a mild crush on him because you do. But these past few weeks working on this project have allowed you to glimpse who he is outside of the tough persona that the world gets to see. You have bonded over your love for music, TV shows, and sense of humor. He has tunnel vision when making the music and writing the lyrics together, and it's hard not to fall for a guy like that.

You finish listening to the rest of the track, and after it plays out, you go into the booth to sing the ending part of the song. You’re more nervous than usual; your palms are a little sweaty, making it hard to open the door to the booth. After a few tries, you manage to get in, adjusting the big headphones over your ears, mentally preparing yourself for the melody that is about to come. You wrote this part last minute, and you haven’t shared it with anyone aside from tonight, Yoongi being the inspiration for this. When it's your cue, you take a deep breath and let the words flow.

I like you, baby,

Your smile drives me crazy

I need you here

Intoxicating man, you are

The wish I yearned for along the stars

My twin flame from afar

The words left your lips, and the heaviness in your chest from being nervous was lifted.You look up out of the booth, and Yoongi is staring at you, mouth slightly open for a moment before he gathers himself and gives you a thumbs up. You calmly set the headphones down and leave the booth, taking a seat next to him, watching him take the ending verse you just sang and mixing it in with the beat. Your head nods to the beat, automatically soft hums escaping your lips, lyrics you wrote from the heart.

You rarely found yourself actually liking someone, as you have always put your career first. You have had flings here and there, but nothing serious. You liked the idea of being free to do whatever you want and not have to answer to anyone about your whereabouts or explain things you are not obligated to. Music has been the sole thing that keeps you going, and you felt like liking someone would interfere with that until Yoongi came along. He is so musically inclined and moves the same way you do that you feel like he is a familiar stranger, someone you definitely want to get to know.

“Hey, are you ok?” Yoongi asks.

“Oh, I’m fine,” You respond, waving off his concern. “Why would you think that?”

“You are more quiet than usual.”

You feel your face getting hot, and you quickly get out of your seat, going to your bag to retrieve your phone.

“Nah, I’m just really in the zone tonight. Are you hungry? I can order some bento boxes.”

“Sure,” he nods, turning back to the computer. “Get me the gimbap bento box.”

You mumble that you will be right back and swiftly leave the studio and go to the back of the building to get some fresh air. As you order the food, your nerves are eating at you, the cool wind softly kissing your face. The thought of telling Yoongi how you feel is nerve-wracking; just thinking about it makes you want to throw up. There is no way he would ever consider being with an up-and-coming singer like yourself. I am nowhere on his level, you think to yourself. He is a part of one of the biggest boy bands globally, not to mention a well-renowned rapper. Sure, you have a couple thousand followers on Youtube, but how does that compare to him? How could you even measure up to that?

A few minutes pass before you muster up the courage to go back inside. Then, you finally walk into the studio, and Yoongi is clicking away on his computer, putting the final touches onto the single.

“I think it's done. Do you want to hear it?”

“Yeah!” You say, taking your seat next to him.

He plays the single, and you sit there in silence, focused on what’s being played. You love the way your voice harmonizes with his verse, like two flowers intertwined together to make something beautiful. Fuck, he’s beautiful. His undercut and his gummy smile drive you wild. You can’t count how many times you have gone to sleep with him in the back of your mind.

The song finishes, and you both like what you heard and agree to send it to your respective teams to get the final approval. Finally, the food arrives, and you eat silently, your thoughts racing through your head, sneaking looks at him while he is eating. You both finish simultaneously, and you start straightening up the studio before calling it a night.

“y/n?”

“Yeah?” You look at him.

“That last verse, what made you write it?”

The question catches you off guard, your heart skipping a few beats. You take a deep breath and turn to face him, his dark brown eyes peering into my soul.

“I wrote the lyrics about someone I like….” you trail off the last bit of my sentence.

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi asks, moving slightly to where you are standing.

“Yep,” You respond shortly, ready to end the conversation.

“Well, I like someone too,” he confesses, inching his way closer to you.

Your mind goes blank, and you gulp, not ready to ask the question that's on your mind, but you feel like you need to know for your sanity. You clear your throat and try to act as normal as possible.

“Well? Spill the beans! Who is the lucky girl?”

He smirks and leans in, kissing your lips gently but with enough force that your legs instantly buckle. You hold onto the desk with one hand to catch your balance, the other hand pulling him closer as you return his affection. Your actions surprised you for a moment, but you decided to roll with the flow, giving into the feelings you had been harboring all this time. His hand grazes your cheek, and it sends a spark of warmth throughout your body. You reluctantly break the kiss, catching your breath and taking all of this in.

“I have liked you for a while now,” Yoongi confesses, holding your hand. “I was wondering when you were going to get a clue.”

“Honestly, I didn’t think you would ever like someone like me,” You admit, looking into his eyes.

“Why do you think that?”

“I’m nowhere near you status-wise. I thought that you would want to be with someone that would be on your level of fame and finance. I’m out here just trying to make it so I can take care of my family—”

“Don’t,” Yoongi interjects, kissing your hand. “This past few weeks of us working together and spending time with each other, I realized that you are someone I want to have in my life. You are kind, a hard worker, creative, very intuitive of people and not to mention the prettiest girl I have ever seen. I don’t care about your money and who you are. I like you for you, and that’s all that fucking matters.”

You nod and smile, leaning in for another kiss. Your heart flutters, and you feel pure bliss now, knowing that the person you like has the same feelings for you. A part of you is beating yourself up for not telling him sooner, but maybe it wasn’t the right time; the stars were not aligned then.

Eventually, those thoughts disappear, and your focus comes back to him at this moment. Finally, you break apart, and he looks at his phone, noting that it was now 2:19 am.

“So, I know it’s late, but I’m not ready for this to end. Do you want to take a walk with me at the park?”

“Yeah,” I grin happily, grabbing my things. “ I would love that.”

He opens the door for you, and you walk outside into the night sky, the crescent yellow illuminated moon following you into this new chapter of your lives.

#btsgoldnet #btshoneyhive #bangtanbathhouse #kvanity #kwritersworldnet #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts oneshot #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fluff

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ghostdrew22 · 3 years

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hi ok sooooo i have asked numerous writers for this request because i thrive on angst and fluff 👁👄👁 so here goes: a love triangle between draco, harry, and a ravenclaw reader. the reader’s been known to be head over heels in love with draco and giving him origami hearts everyday for a year or two, which he only throws in his trash bin. he usually just ignores her and finds her gestures annoying and laughable. one day, he goes too far with his rebuttals. the reader, heartbroken and realizing she had no chance at all, stopped pursuing him altogether. for the next few weeks, he found himself weirded out that he hadn’t received any origami hearts. while emptying his trashbin, he discovers that when you unfold the hearts, there were little notes of encouragement and sweet letters. just as he was about to confront her, he notices the reader folding something on her table during class and thinking it was finally another origami heart for him. however, it was a butterfly, and she handed it to harry instead. Jajdjeioa PLS MAKE IT ANGSTY AND FLUFFY IT’S UP TO U ON HOW IT WILL END BUT WOULD BE CUTE IF HARRY MADE THE PAPER BUTTERFLY FLAP ITS WINGS THO

Ok sorry for the cliche and long request, take your time and stay safe. I enjoy your writing sm 🥺

Butterflies and Paper Hearts || D.M, H.P

Requested: Yes Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader , a bit of Harry Potter x reader but not really Warnings: ANGST, swearing, Summary: Draco doesn’t like you and tries to let you down multiple times, when it finally does work he feels regret wash over him.

WORDS : 3864

First of all, I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to this. I read the request when it first came in and I loved it but I’ve been struggling to conceptualize it, and then I fell into a bit of a sad spiral because of all the other stuff that’s been going on in my life, which is why I took me so long to complete it. Second of all, I had to amend the idea a bit to make it work for me, e.g I wrote this in an AU where Voldemort doesn’t exist because I hate mr. no-nose, and I didn’t make the hearts go on for years. Third of all, thank you so much for this request! It’s a lovely concept and I really enjoyed writing it <3

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Butterflies.

Flying. Soaring. Alive.

The first time that Draco had ever noticed you was in your fourth year. You were sat at the Ravenclaw table and immersed in a discussion with Padma Patil, one that had you laughing so hard that you were throwing your head back and wiping tears from your eyes. The sight had knocked the wind out of his lungs, like someone had just punched him in the stomach, and he felt the weirdest sensation in his gut.

It was butterflies erupting.

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The first time that you noticed Draco was in your fifth year. Ravenclaws and Slytherins were in Charms together, as usual, and you’d accidentally sat next to him instead of Padma.

“Dude, you’ll never guess what happened this morn-“ You stop speaking the second you notice that the person beside you is, in fact, not your best friend but rather a scowling Slytherin. “You’re not Padma.” You frown.

“No shit.” He rolls his eyes, “What gave it away? The green robes or the blond hair?”

“The snarky attitude.” You instantly reply and he looks taken aback for a second, “Who are you anyway?”

If you’d thought he looked shocked before, you were wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Who are you? What was so confusing about that sentence?” You raise your eyebrows, “Clearly not a Ravenclaw.”

He scoffs at your remark but answers anyway, “I’m Draco? Draco Malfoy?” He asks, a pretentious tone lacing his voice. “We’ve shared this lesson together since you got here last year?”

“Stalker much?” You ask with a smile and he rolls his eyes. “Anyway, nice to meet you Draco, I’m Y/N.”

“I know.” He replies simply as he takes the hand that you’d outstretched. “Some of us pay attention.”

“Mhmm.”

“So what happened this morning?”

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“You were about to tell me about what happened this morning.”

“Oh.” You respond in embarrassment and watch as his smirk grows.

“What? Am I not worthy of your great story?”

“It’s not that, I just don’t think it’ll interest you.”

“Try me.”

“Right, what’s all this then?” Padma asks as she stops in front of the desk with a confused expression.

You giggle at her obvious confusion, “I accidentally sat here instead of by our normal spot. Do you know this miserable boy?”

“Better than I’d like to admit.” She responds sourly before turning a harsh gaze toward Draco, “Daddy’s boy.”

“Wench.” He responds and she rolls her eyes.

“Are you coming to sit with me?” Padma asks as she turns back to you and you shake your head.

“Maybe tomorrow, I’d like to sit here and annoy him today.”

“I cannot possibly stand in the way of that, you’re doing the whole grade a great service.” Padma replies with a laugh as she goes to sit a few desks away from you.

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Day 1 - 1 Heart

Hearts.

Fragile things.

It’s the next Monday when you have Charms again, and you decide to sit by Draco’s desk in hopes of him coming to sit beside you.

“What on earth are you doing?” Draco asks as he peers over your shoulder before sitting in the chair beside you.

“Origami.” You respond with a smile and he raises an eyebrow toward you. “That thing where you fold pieces of paper into shapes?” You ask and he nods in understanding.

He takes his seat with a sigh, “Sounds boring.”

“Everything sounds boring to you.” You roll your eyes before finishing up the origami heart.

“True.”

You give it a once over and smile in satisfaction before turning to Draco and handing it out him. “Here.”

Hearts. Absurdly fragile things, Draco thinks as he feels his own heart begin to race. Here you are, nonchalantly handing him a piece of paper, and he feels like his entire world is collapsing in on itself at the gesture. Y/N, giving me a heart.

He rolls his eyes and takes the object from you with a scowl, “Why are you giving this to me?”

You shrug, “You’re not completely intolerable, you’ve earned it.”

He smirks, “Careful, people might start to think that you like me.”

You smile, “Maybe I do.”

Your smile reminds him of butterflies- bright, fluttering, inviting, warm, beautiful.

He rolls his eyes and makes a big show of tossing the origami heart into a nearby bin, and you fight to hide the hurt hidden behind your eyes. But what you don’t know is that at the end of the Charms lesson, once everyone else has left, Draco goes into that very same bin and pulls out the heart.

Day 20 - 20 Hearts

“Are you still doing this?” He asks in annoyance as you hand him another origami heart, the same way you have, every morning, for the last twenty days.

“Yup. I’ve got no reason to stop.” You shrug with a small smile.

“How about the fact that I think they’re stupid and I don’t like them?”

“You’re under the misconception that I care about your feelings.”

He chuckles and brings his face down to yours till you’re inches apart. “I think you care a lot more about my feelings than you’d like to admit.”

You swallow and look away from him, trying to avoid the warm feeling that’s creeping up your neck and settling into your skin. “You wish blondie.”

“Mhmm.” He replies absent-mindedly as he turns into the classroom, drops the heart into the nearest bin, and sits in his seat.

You try to look unbothered as you go to sit beside him, ignoring the disappointment that’s churning your insides.

Day 35 - 35 Hearts

You watch as Draco inspects the origami heart from the Slytherin table, hoping that he might open it this time.

“He’s going to break your heart, Y/N.” Padma whispers from her seat beside you in the Great Hall.

You shake your head and let your eyes drift away from the blond at the Slytherin table. “He wouldn’t do that, he’s a lot better than you think he is.”

“Y/N, I’ve known him a lot longer than you have and I know that this isn’t going to end well.”

“And why not?” You ask defensively.

Because you’re a muggle-born, Padma wants to say, but she knows that it isn’t her place to crush your dreams so harshly. She shakes her head instead and smiles sympathetically, “Nevermind, I’m sorry for overstepping.”

You don’t notice, too busy talking to Padma, that Draco tucks the little piece of paper into his robe with a small smile.

Day 50 - 50 Hearts

You don’t exactly know when you caught feelings for Draco, it’s like all the small moments just bunched up together, but you know that it wasn’t your intention. The hearts, the sitting together in charms, it had all just started as friendly gestures in an attempt to get the scowling boy to befriend you, but somewhere along the line things just got too messy.

And now, you’re utterly infatuated with him.

You take a deep breath as you pull out the small box from your bag containing Draco’s Christmas present. The train comes to a half at platform 9 and 3/4, and you quickly grab your belongings before rushing out of the train in order to catch the blond before he goes home for the holidays.

You catch him by the door and you smile at him. “I’ve got something for you.”

“Another paper heart?” He raises his eyebrows with a smirk and you shake your head.

“No, it’s something else actually.” You hand the box to him, wrapped in a mix of dark green and navy blue paper, and he accepts it with a skeptical glance.

“What is it?”

“A Christmas present.” You laugh and he nods sheepishly in acknowledgement.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I didn’t get you anything…”

“I didn’t want anything.” You smile again, “That’s not why I got you a gift.”

You watch as he nods again and looks out the window. “Then why did you get me the gift?”

“Cause we’re friends.” You shrug and he swallows.

If he were any other person then the erupting butterflies in his stomach would be an obvious sign to pull you closer and hug you till both your arms hurt. If you weren’t a muggle-born witch, and his parents weren’t watching him intently from outside the train, then this would be the moment that he seized to let your friendship blossom into more.

“We’re not friends.” He spits out coldly, and you’re taken aback by the sudden harsh tone.

“Okay…” You reply quietly, “Acquaintances?”

“For fuck sake…” He mumbles with a sigh, “Y/N, I don’t like you, at all. You’re annoying, you’re pushy, and worst of all, you’re a mudblood.”

Harsh words, words that taste of venomous denial, are running out of his mouth before he can stop them. The look of astonishment and sadness on your face has regret dancing on his tastebuds like the taste of tar, and he struggles to push that feeling down.

“You don’t mean that…”

“I meant every word, and I can repeat it if that empty skull of yours didn’t catch it.”

You shake your head and look down at the ground, trying to blink away tears, and he nods as he turns to finally leave the train.

“Draco.” You choke out and he whips his head back angrily.

“What?”

“I forgot to give you this today.” You whisper as you hand him his origami heart and push your way past him toward the platform.

You feel sick, you feel sad, you feel disappointed. There’s a twisting and churning that’s going on in your stomach but it’s not like normal, it’s the opposite of what you’ve felt every time before.

It’s butterflies dying.

He watches you walk away as a lump forms in his throat.

Day 65 - 0 Hearts

Draco walks into charms half-expecting you to be sitting somewhere else, and half-hoping that you’re sitting in your usual seat beside him. He didn’t open the Christmas present, too much guilt weighing him down, and he hopes that you don’t give him any more paper hearts.

He feels an odd combination of anguish and comfort when he sees that you haven’t moved, and goes to sit beside you in silence. You turn to him and smile but say nothing to him, not then and not for the rest of the lesson. When you get up to leave he half-expects you to drop an origami heart on his books, and disappointment consumes when you don’t.

Day 75 - 0 Hearts

“Morning.” He mumbles as he finds a spot beside you, as usual.

“Morning.” You respond.

That’s all the conversation that you two have now. A part of you misses the way the two of you had been before, easy-going, sarcastic, in-sync, but an even bigger part of you understands why that had to be over. He could never allow himself to love someone like you without resentful undertones of disgust and shame, and you could never settle for someone who doesn’t love you regardless of your blood purity.

“Y/N…” Someone whines from ahead and you look up from your desk to find Harry stood in front of you.

You laugh at his childish behaviour, “Yes Harry?”

“Please help me with this assignment?”

“No.” You respond bluntly, just to mess with him, and he pouts at you.

“Please?” You shake your head, “Please?” You shake your head again and he pouts at you hopelessly, “Pleaseeee?” He begs once more and drags out his plea.

You laugh once again and nod, “Okay fine.”

“Thank you so much!” He exclaims excitedly and leans over the desk to hug you. You shake your head and giggle in his arms, and Draco has to look away to ignore the looming feeling of jealousy consuming him.

Day 103 - 1 Heart

“So, I know that we’re not friends or anything…” You start as you turn to Draco, “But Valentine’s Day is tomorrow and I can’t resist the urge to give you one more.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion but feels realisation wash over him as you hand him an origami heart, one that’s bigger than all the rest you’ve given him in the past. He nods and takes it from you, trying to pretend as though his heart isn’t swelling at the gesture. “Thank you.” He responds curtly before the two of you revert back to silence.

It’s only when he’s alone in his dorm room that night that he actually looks at the origami heart. It’s red, and you’ve written his name across it in cursive. He runs his fingers along it and allows himself to unfurl it, feeling shocked to find words written inside it.

I know you never read these, so I’m probably wasting my time, but I wanted to say that I miss you.

Ridiculous right? I even feel stupid writing it. But it’s the truth, I do. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss the way you would scribble nonsense in my book to distract me from the lesson, and I miss the way you’d get so frustrated when I did the same. I miss the way you’d make fun of me for being a nerd, and try not to look proud when you outdid me in tests.

I miss your jokes too, even though they weren’t really funny, and the way you’d always forget your textbook so we were forced to share and we had an excuse to talk. I miss you a bunch, even though I know that you don’t miss me nearly as much.

Happy Valentine’s Day pretty boy,

I wish you could’ve loved me the way that I love you.

He quickly jumps off his bed and walks toward his trunk. He pulls out the Christmas gift that he never opened and another small box that he’d used to store all of your origami hearts, and begins to go through them all.

Note 1 - You’re weird but I like you. Very defensive, I hope that I can knock down those barriers. Note 2 - Your hair looked really nice today, made you look like a famous movie star who pays people to do it for him. Do you secretly have a hairdresser in your room? Note 3 - Your eyes are a strange colour, a cross between blue and grey, it reminds me of the sky before a really pretty rainstorm.

He opens every heart, from the first to the last, processing every last compliment that you’d ever written. With every word he reads, he feels a mixture of love and guilt wash over him simultaneously. Love for you- because you’re kind, and funny, and beautiful, and way too good for him- and guilt- for treating you so horribly because he was scared, when all he had wanted to do was kiss you, and hold your hand.

9 - I’m oddly very proud of you for beating me in the latest Charms assignment, you might actually be the bigger nerd between us both. 20 - I know you hate that I call you pretty boy but that’s what you are, you’re unnecessarily pretty! 26 - You’re very funny when you’re not trying to be. Your jokes are horrendous, but your impersonations and quips can be quite amusing. 35 - I’m starting to think that you don’t read these. No, I’m sure that you’re not reading these. Doesn’t matter though, there’s so many things that I love about you and I think I’ll explode if I don’t put them down somewhere. 47 - I’ve fallen very hard for you, it might be your dumb laugh or the way you tickle me whenever you walk into class, but I didn’t know that you could feel this much for a person. Damn you pretty boy. 50 - Padma thinks you’re no good for me, I agree, but I don’t care. I love you too much to give you up.

The last of the collection is the Christmas gift that you gave him. He’d refrained from opening it out of shame, feeling unworthy of a gift from you after being so cold to you that day on the train. He unwraps it and finds another paper heart, with a silver engraved ring above it. The words, ‘pretty boy’ are inscribed into the ring and he smiles at the sight, a few tears sliding down his face.

Pretty boys like you deserve a little more than paper hearts, I hope you like it.

He slips the ring on before getting off his bed, walking to his desk, and pulling out a piece of paper.

Day 104 - 1 Heart.

It’s Valentine’s Day and his palms are sweaty, for the first time in his life Draco has sweaty palms because of a girl.

You’re in your usual seat and you’re folding another piece of paper. His heart soars at the sight of you so focused, that goofy smile you always have whenever something demands a lot of your attention, and your hands working delicately against the edges of the paper. He stops in front of you.

He clears his throat and you look up at him, startled by the sudden interruption. “Oh, Draco, morning.” You respond with a small smile, obviously still apprehensive about him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N.” He smiles back and slides an origami heart onto the desk, beside the butterfly that you seem to have been folding.

“What’s this?” You ask in confusion as you pick it up and inspect it.

“You’ve made enough to be able to tell by now.” He deadpans and you laugh softly with a nod.

“It’s a paper heart.” You smile up at him, “Did you make this for me?”

“Maybe.” He responds curtly as he slides into his chair beside you, but you catch the shy smile he’s harboring.

“Thank you.” He nods, “I could’ve done better though.”

He scoffs, “That’s not a fair comparison.”

“And why not?” You raise your eyebrows and he chuckles as he rolls his eyes.

“Read the note inside and you’ll know why.”

“There’s a note inside?” You exclaim excitedly as you start to unfold the heart and he yanks it out of your hands.

“No! Read it later when I’m, like, far away from you.” He says defensively and you furrow your eyebrows but nod in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll read it after school.” You take it back from him and put it in your robe. You resume folding the butterfly and smile when you see that it’s done.

Draco watches intently as you finish it, expecting you to hand it to him once it’s finished, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion when you set it down and scan the classroom.

“Harry!” You exclaim as you watch him walk from the door and toward you with a bright smile.

“Y/N.” He responds once he’s standing in front of you. “Is this for me?” He asks once he sees the butterfly on your desk, and Draco is about to scoff at the question but you nod your head eagerly.

“Of course!” You pick it up and give it to Harry, watching excitedly as he opens it up and reads the note inside.

Draco watches in silent envy as Harry laughs, at whatever you’ve written in the note, and brings his lips down to your forehead. “Thank you so much butterfly, I love it.”

You smile proudly and your eyes light up as you watch Harry cast a charm to make the butterfly flap it’s wings and fly down to his desk. “When are you going to teach me that? I’ve been asking for weeks now!”

“If I taught you then I wouldn’t have anything to impress you with.” He smirks as he leaves to his desk and you shake your head with a laugh.

“You two seem to be quite friendly now…” Draco mumbles, trying to hide the jealousy in his voice. The butterflies that had been erupting in his stomach earlier that morning being trampled to death by Harry.

“Yeah, we’ve been-“ You cut yourself off with a gasp as you catch a glimpse of the ring that you bought Draco, “You’re wearing it!”

He smiles at your excitement, thinking about how such simple expressions from you leave butterflies fluttering in his stomach. “Yes.” He chuckles and you smile.

“I thought you didn’t like it.” You respond softly and he feels his heart break.

“No, not at all. I just didn’t want other people getting jealous.”

He smiles at you and you feel that familiar bubbling in your stomach, like rosh bushes blooming at the sight of the sun, but you can’t exactly pinpoint the feeling.

Later that day when you’re sat beneath a tree and reading Draco’s letter, you know exactly what that feeling is.

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Y/N.

Beautiful, funny, kind, observant, utterly perfect Y/N.

I’ve spent the last three hours trying to come up with a reason for you to forgive me, I couldn’t come up with one. I also tried to find an excuse, any really, that could justify my horrid actions over the last few weeks, and I couldn’t find one. So instead, I settled on just telling you the truth.

I’m a coward.

You’re probably laughing right now and thinking, “He’s only realising this now?”, and the answer is yes. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed but you’re the brighter one between us two. It took me 103 more days than you, to realise what you knew the first day you made me a paper heart; the two of us are meant to be.

That sounds a bit cheesy doesn’t it? Doesn’t matter anyway, because in note 12 you said that you enjoy my cheesy anecdotes. I’m not sure why though, I’m not particularly sure why you love anything about me when you’re you, but I guess some mysteries can never be solved.

I’m sorry for those words I said that day on the train, I didn’t mean them. I was scared of what my parents would think if I fell for a muggle-born witch, but I forgot one important thing; it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the fact that I’ve never been as happy as when I’m with you. If I could spend the rest of my life getting these perfect little paper hearts from you, listening to your sweet laugh, bothering you when you’re trying to get work done and buying you rings that match the ones on my hands, then I’d be over the moon.

I’m sorry for taking so long to tell you this; I love you Y/N. I know that I haven’t earned a second chance but if by some miracle you decide to grant me one then I promise to make it worth your while.

I would pick the stars out of the sky for you Y/N, if only you asked me to.

Happy Valentine’s Day from your pretty boy.

You look up from the letter and wipe the tears that had managed to escape, before getting off the grass and running back into the castle. When you find Draco eating dinner in the Great Hall, and see him flash you a shy smile, you instantly know what that feeling from earlier was.

It was butterflies reviving.

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I’m pretty sure I completely deviated from what you wanted, I’m so sorry if it’s not satisfactory :( It’s so cheesy and I feel like I messed it up at a few points but either way I liked writing it, it made me very happy to finally write some Draco fluff again.

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