#he's just not wooyoung levels of important to me

[maximura]

Thanks for replying. I guess we'll have to agree to disagree.

This is just 1% of how Choi San has been behaving for the past 3 years or more.

He's got his priorities straight. I guess you haven't been watching interviews or their channel content. San's choice is always Yeosang. Even on "Wanteez EP7", the final decision sounded like the staff/production told them to pick each other cause it made zero sense if you watched the whole dynamic.

Anyway, so sad, but well, I guess I need to move on. =(

Yes, it's okay to have differing views. I didn't mean to gaslight you or anything. I definitely understand where you are coming from and it does seem sus but I just don't get any ~spicy vibes~ from YS/San. It's always been straight up (kinda performative) friend-vibes to me. I don't think San regrets anything because he was already asked about the tattoo and he didn't even have to think about the reply.

I might not have watched every single Ateez content but I've been in kpop long enough to know that companies have a real awareness of shipping culture and will amplify or diminish it as they see fit. And this is SK we're talking about; they're not very progressive when it comes to LGBTQ situations.

Who knows what is going on in that group, it's not my business how they spend their personal time anyways. I'm sure they're doing what they think is right for the members and the group. Nobody looks miserable right now so I'll take that as a win.

Yeosang is lovely though. Would I ever pick him over Wooyoung? Not in this lifetime. I'm not sure I'd even pick San over Wooyoung to be honest......no, I didn't just say that.....

[hongism]

what lies beneath us. - c. san (m)

➼ genre; fluff, smut, slight angst for the first half but i make it better quickly promise ➼ pairing; san x afab!reader ➼ au; established relationship, college au ➼ warnings; explicit smut ➼ rating; m/18+ ➼ wc; 6.4k

one busy semester is all it took for you and san to find yourselves struggling to find footing in the storm that is your relationship, yet rather than let go, he asked for one more week, one more day, one last chance to help get you back to shore

part of the ...and it's snowing collab.

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➼ smut warnings; unprotected sex, oral: m, vaginal fingering, praise, body worship, service-top san, san has some slightly submissive tendencies, coming inside

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You normally wouldn’t find yourself in Wooyoung’s apartment on a Tuesday morning, sitting at the bar counter beside his roommate with two mugs of coffee sitting on the granite between you, but you also haven’t had any leisure time to waste lately. It’s a miracle that Wooyoung is even up before ten o’clock, though that might be in part due to you pleading desperately over the phone to come over.

“Oh, you make her coffee but not me? The fuck is up with that, Hwa?” Speak of the devil, Wooyoung comes into the kitchen still rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“She’s a guest, you live here. And I had to wake you up because you slept through three alarms so my sympathy levels are close to zero right now.” Seonghwa flashes a faux shrug despite the heated glare he’s sent. Wooyoung lets out a huff but lets it go in favor of redirecting his attention to you.

“Right, well, what did you need to talk about so badly that it couldn’t wait until the afternoon?”

“San is coming over tonight, I couldn't do the afternoon,” you mumble.

“Is it about him then? Did something—” he waves a hand through the air like that’ll explain his thoughts, and when confusion shows on both your face and Seonghwa’s, he gives up “—did something happen between you guys?”

“It feels a bit awkward,” you admit over the rim of your coffee mug. Wooyoung scoffs at that, but Seonghwa is far more forgiving than your best friend in that he sends you a sympathetic grin. 

“Awkward?” he prompts, toying with his own drink. Wooyoung pushes away from the counter and turns to the coffee maker.

“I don't know. Yeah, awkward, a bit. I guess. Like we don't know what we're doing or how to be in a relationship anymore.”

The brutal semester you both just suffered has been the main factor in the wedge in your relationship. Weekends full of studying, ones that you spent together at the start of the semester when he would come to your place or vice versa so that you could be together even while working. Then, San started picking up more shifts at his part-time job, and you had to redirect your focus to a particularly important internship that required you to forgo those weekends in the blink of an eye. You did have two weekends free of school and work, but San had to rush home during one of those on account of his mother falling ill. The other one was shot by you falling ill with the worst cold you’ve known in all your years of living. San came by that Friday with your favorite chicken and beer, but you couldn’t bring yourself to risk getting him sick when you knew how important the semester was to him too. It didn’t keep him from coming by again Saturday and Sunday both, soup was delivered to your front door along with voice messages wishing you well throughout the night. Even your text conversations were fizzling into oblivion by the time finals rolled around, which only served to amplify your feelings of dread. 

“Has he been acting differently?” Wooyoung tunes back into the conversation, this time more serious with his tone. “Like, he's pulling away or something?” Wooyoung stands on a different footing in this conversation and knows things Seonghwa doesn't in terms of your relationship with San. He's been there for you since well before you started dating San, and you're certain that he'll be there for you if it were to end tomorrow, the next day, or years down the line. 

“It's gonna sound so childish and stupid but he hasn't been calling me nicknames since the semester ended.” You tuck your hands into your lap and shrink into yourself a little, feeling the hot burn of shame well up inside.

“That's not stupid at all, y/n,” Seonghwa reassures barely a second after you finish your train of thought. “That's not.”

“He's right. That's totally unlike San.”

“Not! Helping!”

“I'm just being honest?!”

“Look, y/n, I don't want you to start having doom thoughts or thinking the worst — that doesn't mean his feelings for you have changed.” You’re starting to think that you should’ve asked Seonghwa for advice from the start instead of Wooyoung. “Maybe he's feeling that awkwardness you are too, or maybe he's feeling insecure. The only way to know is to ask. Have an open and honest conversation about it.”

“But…” You glance past Seonghwa to look at Wooyoung's back. Without even needing to look back, he seems to feel the weight of your stare.

“You're scared that if you bring it up, the worst will happen and y'all will break up.”

“We've been dating for so long that I don't know what I would do if that happened. I don't know how to be single, no offense to either of you, but it's just that we've been together for so long now. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if it ended.”

“If…” Wooyoung bites his words back as though he's unsure of how they will come out. “I don't want this to sound harsh, but if all it takes for him to lose his feelings for you is one busy semester, then that's not someone I would want you to have a future with. I know it's not up to me and it's not my business, but I want you to value yourself more than you value your relationship with San.”

“I truly don't think he's lost his feelings for you, y/n,” Seonghwa cuts in again, hand darting out across the counter in your direction. “Woo is right; you should value yourself more than the relationship you're in, but that doesn't mean you can only have one of those things. They can coexist.”

“What if I’m fighting for something he doesn’t want any longer?” you inquire softly and under your breath.

“The spark isn’t gone, y/n, I’m certain of that much. Maybe you just… need to find a way to reignite it!” The coffee maker dings loudly behind Wooyoung. And like it’s turning on a lightbulb in Wooyoung’s head, his expression turns suddenly bright. “Why not do just that? It’s been half a decade, to be fair, so really you can’t be blamed if things feel a little stale. If you went and did things that made you fall for each other in the first place, wouldn’t that help a bit?”

“I hate to say it…”

“You always say that when I’m right!”

“Ignoring him, that does sound like a good plan, y/n.”

Despite the reassurance from both your best friend and someone you consider to be far more mature and wiser, it doesn’t fully quell the concerns settling in your gut.

It’s only been six days since you last saw San, though you would argue that it feels a lot more like six months given how absent you both have been from each other’s lives of late. While that isn’t particularly your fault or his wholly — it’s definitely a joint effort that’s kept you apart — it does make your skin itch with anxiety every time you think about seeing him again.

It’s all culminated into this moment right now, where you sit on the edge of your couch waiting for the doorbell to ring and announce his arrival. You want to see him, desperately so, you’ve missed him so incredibly much that you can hardly stand it. And yet — you’re rooted to the cushions riddled by anxieties. You tried to rid yourself of the lingering stress after leaving Wooyoung’s apartment by doing chores properly for the first time in months, going so far as to run to the grocery and restock some necessities as well. You hate to be the type of partner who cannot do anything alone without associating it with your partner, but San was on your mind throughout the day.

Will he feel the same as you even though the flame keeping your relationship alive has been inching closer and closer to nothingness? The two of you don’t fight, in fact, your friends like to say that things go a little too smoothly between you two, and while that’s true, they aren’t aware of what it looks like when you and San aren’t getting along. It looks the way this semester has, slow conversations that lead nowhere and less time spent in each other’s presence. You aren’t fighting right now, but you certainly aren’t all sunshine and rainbows. The weather mirrors your emotions — dim greys shrouded by white flurries of snow that have been falling since early afternoon.

You clench your fingers around the seam of the couch cushion. No part of you wants to play the part of the overbearing partner: if you’re too eager to see him, wouldn’t he find it off-putting? 

The doorbell rings.

It takes a moment for you to brace yourself for impact, standing and walking over to the door as slowly as you can manage without it seeming like a deliberate delay. The second you open the door, however, your worries melt away for a moment. 

San smiles so brightly like you’ve not gone a second without reveling in each other’s presence. The weather is clinging to his coat still even though he had to climb three flights of stairs to reach your door. The little snowflakes are beginning to melt into the fabric.

“May I come in?” The facade cracks a bit. It’s not like him to ask such things, but you choose not to hold it against him now.

“Yeah, yeah, I finally had time to clean the other day so everything’s — nice.” 

If your smile is strained, he says nothing about it, stepping over the threshold and into your apartment like it’s the first time he’s ever done so. He’s polite all the time, but now it makes those seeds of doubt sprout further because you’ve been together for five years now, what reason does he have to act like a stranger in your home? A home he’s been in time and time again, one he’s slept in, fucked you— 

“Do you want ramen or pizza?” You force the thoughts to come to a halt before your expression turns bitter.

“Let’s do ramen, I’ll cut up the vegetables for you.”

There’s an elephant in the room that it seems neither of you wants to address, and so you keep your mouth shut just the same as San with the thought of “maybe this awkwardness will pass after tonight”. You watch him remove his coat and hang it up on the door while still picking at your nails. He extends a hand to you, one you take eagerly, and you lace your fingers through the gaps between his. A bit like a well-oiled machine, you think, something that Wooyoung had noted about the two of you as far back as freshman year of college. San presses his lips to the top of your head. You lean into the touch ever so slightly. 

You share in a quiet synergy that carries you through the motions of preparing food, with no conversation exchanged aside from a “watch for the knife” and “careful, behind you” on occasion. You’re still trying to psyche yourself up to bring up what’s truly on your mind, so you aren’t sure that you’d be able to get any conversation out without it spiraling into insanity right off the bat. For the moment, for now, you want to simply drink in San’s presence. 

He hums as he opens a cabinet in search of bowls, but they aren’t there. 

“Oh, I—I moved the bowls to the other side.” Three months ago, your mind adds. It would do nothing but add salt to a blossoming wound. San stops dead in his tracks too. He seems to suffer the same crisis that you do right then. After a few seconds of mental buffering, he resumes his humming and shifts to the adjacent cabinet like the moment didn’t happen at all. 

You sit beside each other at the bar counter, atop the uncomfortable stools you’ve had for well over two years now, but it offers a weird comfort because it’s familiar, it’s something San knows, it’s something you share and have shared for years. 

“Thanks for the meal,” San says, still wearing a bitten-back smile. 

“Of course. Thank you for helping.” But the detrimental reality of not speaking to someone properly for a long while is that part of you forgets how to make conversation with them. There is nothing for you and San to “catch up on” seeing as you’ve been keeping each other updated on your lives through dry text conversations. “Um…” He’s eyeing you carefully now, and you could pass off the watering in your eyes as the spice of the food, but he would call your bluff in an instant. The funny thing about doubt is that once it’s taken root, it’ll keep growing back no matter how many times you chop at the stem.

“What’s wrong, y/n?”

“It’s just — I don’t — are we breaking up?”

San freezes halfway over his ramen, chopsticks nearly falling from his fingers as he rushes to put his noodles back down. Your shoulders start shaking before you can stop it. He doesn’t stop you from turning away from him, but San has always been endlessly patient and gentle with you so you don’t expect him to ask you to look at him anyway. He does rest a hand atop your forearm though, and his thumb drags small, comforting circles over your skin. 

“Talk to me, y/n, what do you mean by that? Why would we be breaking up?” The words themselves sound calm. There’s a slight quiver to his tone, however, that makes you want to crawl inside yourself and disappear. “A-Are you wanting that?” Your continued lack of response makes San more urgent than ever, and he shifts his hand to your leg, spinning you to face him. You can’t be certain of the expression on your face (though you’d wager there is some degree of hurt); whatever San sees makes him let out a distressed noise from the back of his throat. “Come here, duck, talk to me.”

Standing on somewhat shaky legs, you push yourself closer to San, and he instinctually moves his knees apart to let you tuck yourself into the space there.

“Don’t cry, baby, I’m here, you can talk to me,” he murmurs, hands cupping your face in his hands. You reach down to cling to his shirt like it’s a lifeline. 

“That’s the first time you’ve called me that in weeks. This is the first time we’ve spent time together in six days. We’ve barely spoken or spent time together all semester, and I know why — I know we agreed that school and work have to come first. I know that.” Your voice drops to a whisper as you lose the confidence to speak. “I didn’t think it would mean losing you though.”

“You haven’t lost me, y/n. I’m still here, with you, loving you just as much as ever.” San smiles a little as you push your cheek further into his palm. “My feelings have not changed. I thought about you every day, wondered how you were doing, and if you responded to my texts late, I hoped you were eating well and getting enough rest. I listened to your voice memos rooting for me every night. Your face was always the first thing I saw in the morning because I still keep that slideshow of you as my lockscreen.” Reaching around to the back of your neck, he gives you a little tug, and your foreheads bump together. “The thought of you helped get me through the semester because I knew that it was you who was waiting for me at the end of the tunnel.”

“Sannie…”

“How long have you been worried over this, baby? You should’ve come to me the moment you started having doubts. I wouldn’t have let this go on if I had known.”

“I thought I felt you pulling away so I was scared to bring it up. You weren’t calling me nicknames anymore, and I started reading into it too much and freaked myself out.”

“I’m so sorry, y/n. Don’t put the blame on yourself, it’s not a crime to have anxieties. I didn’t even realize I stopped using them. I suppose I just got swept up in my own feelings and wanted to call you by your name as much as possible.” He nudges you with his head again. “Because I missed you so dearly.” Your lips turn up at the corners, a gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. “And because I adore you so so much, my y/n.”

“Stop that.” You hope he doesn’t, truly.

“But I’m so mushy and full of love for you, y/n.”

“You’re gonna make me blush.”

“Oh, I can think of other ways to do that, baby.” San stands, subsequently pushing his body into yours, but your hands are still on each other, his moving down to caress the back of your thigh before he hooks his fingers around the bend of your knee and hoists your leg up over his hip. “I haven’t been good to you, my sweet,” he murmurs close to your lips. “What kind of boyfriend am I if I let you feel unwanted?” Your heart skips a beat as he grips tight at your other leg, then you’re suddenly weightless for a second as he hoists you up to his waist.

“We just ate—”

“I don’t plan on letting that stop me.” You let out a gasp as San traces the line of your jaw with his lips, hot breath spilling across your skin as he carries you from the kitchen. “Unless you want it to?” This damned man knows what he’s doing, he knows the hold he has over you — your brain is already turning into a foggy mess of want, and even the prospect of waiting two minutes for him to lay his hands on you is too much to bear. Your nails drag across his shoulders, tugging at the thin material. He misses the doorknob to your bedroom thanks to your antics, sending you against the wood a little harshly and forcing the air out of your lungs. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Still on the pill.”

“Hm?” he echoes, managing to turn it right on the second try and popping it open properly.

“I’m still on the pill,” you repeat. San freezes in place to stare at your face. You bring a hand around to toy at his parted lips with your thumb. “So you can fuck me raw.”

San becomes so dumbstruck that his jaw moves up and down over and over without any semblance of noise coming out.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come in my pants like a horny teenager,” he says under his breath. You drop your head back and laugh. San’s hold on you feels so blissfully warm. You didn’t even have time for this during the semester, sometimes thanks to your workloads but more often thanks to sheer exhaustion. A few solo jaunts before bed are hardly enough to please you the way San does. Based on how tightly he’s gripping your ass, he seems to feel exactly the same.

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

He manages to get you both to the bed without further incident, laying you down on the mattress with a sort of reverence that makes your chest swell with emotion. Even through the barrier of clothing, his fingers are hot and sear a path from your hips up your waist then right back down again as San wastes no time in stripping you of your pants. 

“I missed you so fucking much it’s insane.” You want to respond, but the sight of your lover dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed stops you in your tracks. All you can do is lie there and watch him tug your pants off, lips moving to kiss each bit of exposed skin along the way. Goosebumps rise across your body when he kisses his way up higher. His broad frame cages you in the closer he gets to your face, and despite his hands being on the somewhat small side, they feel all-encompassing when they’re sneaking under your shirt and exploring the skin beneath.

“I missed you more,” you murmur, catching his chin between your fingers and angling his face upwards so you can properly look at him. “I love you so so much, San. More than I can put into words.”

“Yeah?” You make no effort to pull him higher although he moves as though you do and climbs all the way up to be right over your face. He hums before dipping down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “I think I’ve missed you more still though—” another kiss, this time to the opposite side of your mouth “—but you’re welcome to challenge me on that.”

“San,” you whine. He pulls back and sits back on his knees. Your brain goes totally blank watching him take his shirt off. It’s something you’ve seen time and time again, truly nothing new or foreign to you, but something about it now makes your gut twist in on itself. He’s lost a bit of the muscle you’ve grown accustomed to seeing on him, now softer around the edges, at the waist and across his stomach. It doesn’t curb your desire for him in the slightest; if anything it makes you want him more, to cling to him tighter and feel him firmer against you.

He throws the shirt down to the floor and drags a hand through his dark hair. His legs are splayed around yours, putting the prominent bulge in his pants on full display before you.

“I want you to use me, y/n.” He grabs your hand from where it’s resting against the bed and brings it to his chest. You dig your nail into his flesh like it’s second nature to do so. “Tonight, for your pleasure.” His eyes trail after your every moment, watching as you sit up and pull your legs out from under him. You graze the underside of his dick ever so slightly yet it’s still enough to make his lashes flutter. 

“Then…” San is like putty in your hands, conforming to every move you make while still maintaining that unbreaking eye contact. He turns with you, and you climb off the bed to stand despite feeling seconds away from toppling over. All it takes is the slightest push against his chest for him to lie flat on his back. “Will you be good for me?” 

His response comes in the form of a bitten-back whine thanks to you cupping the bulge of his cock as you withdraw your hand. It’s intoxicating to strip him of his jeans and feel every inch of his pretty tapered waist. You urge him to move further up on the bed, making room for you between his legs once you’ve tossed his pants down beside yours on the floor. The tip of his cock peeks out the top of his underwear, already stiff and leaking precum onto the elastic band. Saucy nudes here and there don’t do him nearly enough justice, you think. You tease just the bit of him that's exposed with your tongue, licking at the sensitive and swollen head, and he twitches beneath the fabric. Humming to yourself, you inch his underwear down just far enough to put his whole member on display, along with his balls, but you don’t go any further than that. It’s enough for you to get your mouth around him, after all, and that’s exactly what you do without giving San any time to brace himself for the touch.

He lets out a desperate moan the moment your wet heat envelopes his length, fingers curling into his palms around the comforter. His hips twitch with the desire to thrust upwards, but he keeps himself firmly planted on the bed, fulfilling his end of the bargain for you and being so delightfully good. The weight of him on your tongue isn’t nearly enough; you want him buried deep inside you as soon as possible, and you’d go on and do it now if you didn’t think it would hurt like a bitch given how long it’s been since you’ve taken him. San isn’t distracted enough to miss the way you retract a hand to touch yourself, and he fights to speak through broken moans.

“I w-wanna touch you, pretty.” You lift yourself off his cock until just the tip sits on your lower lip.

“I’ll let you later when I ask you to fold me in half and fuck me into the mattress.” You sink two fingers into your hole, taking San back into your mouth to revel in that full feeling again. You’re just as needy as he is, in reality, because your walls are already coated with arousal and it pools around the base of your fingers in such a way that it makes your cheeks flush. San’s noises aren’t helping in the slightest — for as quiet as he is in day-to-day life, he is ever so vocal when it comes to sex, especially when his cock is buried in your mouth. He’s just long enough to push right into the back of your throat, making it far easier for you to take him fully. 

“Your mouth feels so — fuck, fucking good, baby.” If you weren’t preoccupied, you would love to return his words with your own, so you settle for tugging at his balls a little. It earns you a delightful little yelp, and his hips buck up to drive his dick further into your throat than expected. “Hngh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“I want—” you don’t finish your train of thought, too rushed to bother with it as you scramble to rid yourself of your underwear. San greets you with his hands when you climb back onto the bed and grabs hold of your waist. He tugs and pulls at your shirt until it’s gone too, leaving you with nothing more than your plain black bra. However, even that San seems to find issue with, because he toys with the clasp until it comes loose and throws that aside too.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, settling back against the mattress. He’s always told you this is his favorite position, to see you straddling his hips and bouncing on his cock, though he favors missionary quite a bit as well because it lets him see your body and face while he’s fucking you (despite how much he loves your ass). His cock is trapped between your pussy and his stomach now, hard and throbbing for the same kind of stimulation you so desperately crave. You drag your folds along his length a few times just to tease San, but he grips your hip in warning. In hindsight, you should have let him finger you open more before because the stretch is far more than you remember — not enough to hurt, but enough for you to really feel every inch of him entering your body. It makes you writhe atop him, your spine arches, and you drop your head back. San holds you like you're a precious gem, thick arms circling around your waist as you rest your hands on his chest. The position gives you some much-needed stability, but San's fingers have begun to get severely distracting. He rolls his thumbs into your skin, pausing only to squeeze and pinch at the more sensitive parts of your sides. 

“I’m gonna start moving,” you whisper like being too loud will break some sort of seal. San nods and unwraps his arms enough to simply hold your hips. Despite the decrease in definition of his muscles, his strength doesn’t seem to have gone anywhere, because he lifts you with such ease that it’s a bit dizzying. Still, he lets the control rest in your hands. You sink down slowly on his cock, letting your walls get used to the drag, before doing the same motion two, three more times. The first whimper to fall from your lips is what snaps your resolve. San’s hold on you remains firm but only to ease the strain on your thighs as you begin to pick up your pace. 

“Beautiful, beautiful, you’re so beautiful, my sweet.” San rolls his hips up in time with your movements, driving his cock up into your cunt as you drop yourself onto him, and it reaches so deep inside you that you see stars behind your eyelids. “Missed you so much, missed this, seeing your body through photos wasn’t enough — fuck, it wasn’t enough.”

“How many, ah, times did you come to those photos, hm?” You crack one eye open to watch San’s face. He’s already flushed with want, but the red in his cheeks deepens more upon hearing your question. You lean your weight further into your hands. “I fingered myself so many times thinking of you, Sannie. B-But, hngh, it wasn’t good enough. Not as good as your cock. Nothing… n-nothing feels as good!”

San thrusts up with more vigor now, all but taking over for you to go slack above him as he drives your hips down with his hands and pushes his length into you from the opposite direction. Then, suddenly, his movements falter and stutter to a halt, and he looks just as shocked as you are when his cock twitches against your walls. A blooming of warmth fills you right after, along with the realization that San has just come inside you without warning.

“I-I’m sorry, I — I didn’t mean to, ah, I thought I would last longer.” He slings an arm up over his eyes, and the red in his face deepens in hue. “I’m sorry, I should’ve let you come first.” You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Leaning down over him, you peel his arm away from his face so that you can see his shamed expression better.

“Your dick is far from the only thing that can make me come, babe. Right?” 

He nods a few times, but there’s still a pout on his lips. You kiss it away. 

“Then—” you detach yourself from his body, bringing about an unwelcome emptiness as his spent cock slips out of you, and roll onto your back beside him. He watches with rapt attention as you spread your legs and open your pussy to him. “Why don’t you?”

San moves with surprising haste for a man who has just come, rolling into the space between your legs, and while you expected him to just use his fingers to get you off, he hooks his hands around your thighs and shoves his face into your used cunt instead. It yanks a startled moan out of you, and it’s only amplified when he closes his lips around your clit. He’s lucky you don’t give him a concussion with how quickly you slam your thighs around his head. You don’t notice that he’s moved a hand until fingers are prodding at your leaking entrance and urging the come he just pumped into you back into your hole.

“O-Oh, San.” 

Normally, he takes his sweet time eating you out, bringing you to the precipice of orgasm before sending you right back down time and time again without release. Though, either out of lingering shame at coming early or simply out of a desire to make you unravel, San laps at your clit so eagerly that it sends shudders through you. You can feel your blood rushing lower as he urges you to come, walls clenching around his fingers. It only takes another second more for the first wave to hit you, and it makes you scramble to grab hold of San’s hair as he keeps curling his fingers over your sweet spot. He does so throughout each wave of your orgasm until tears burn the corners of your eyes and you’re all but pleading for him to grant you some mercy.

“You — you had nothing to prove, you know,” you say between desperate attempts to catch your breath. San giggles and looks up at you from his lewd position. “Ugh!” You shove his head away from you half-heartedly just to spare yourself more embarrassment.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that, duck!”

You only go as far as the pillows, turning back to him immediately and opening your arms to welcome him into them. 

“I came too early, of course I had something to prove,” he adds once he’s snugly placed against your chest. You slot together like two pieces of a puzzle, his head under your chin and your breath stirring the messy strands of hair in your path. “I’ve fallen out of practice. When was the last time I did that? It’s embarrassing…”

You can’t contain your laughter.

“You always come a little early when I ride you.”

“That’s not fair!”

All you can do to soothe him is pat his head. You feel a tad sticky and gross all over, but San’s warmth more than makes up for it, and if you’re not careful, you’re certain you’ll fall asleep within minutes. A small sniffle coming from the man atop you chases thoughts of rest away in the blink of an eye though.

“San?”

“’m okay, promise.”

“You’re crying, baby, that’s not ”okay“.”

“I just,” he inhales and licks over his lips, skating across your sternum in the process. “I wasn’t sure I was gonna stay afloat without you.” You comb your fingers through his hair.

“Tell me when you need me and I’ll be there. Always.”

“I didn’t want to disrupt your schedule and get in the way.”

“You have to trust that I’ll take care of myself and my responsibilities even if I help you too. You always tell me that when I worry over the same things. It goes both ways, San, okay?”

“Okay.” He nods against you. “Okay, I’ll try to remember that. As long as you don’t lock yourself away when things get tough. Rely on me if you need strength. And talk to me when something is on your mind.”

“Alright, we have an agreement.” Out of nowhere, you remember Wooyoung’s suggestion from this morning. Picking at a stray piece of San’s hair, you mull over your thoughts some more. You could let things settle as they are now since things seem to be back to a pleasant state of balance. But even so, would it do any harm to try anyway? “I’d like to go on a first date again. With you. I want us to go on a first date again.”

“Hm?”

“Like… I want us to go out like it’s the first time all over again. And feel that excitement and giddiness we had back then. We don’t have to, it’s just a thought. I don’t know. Maybe it’d be a good thing after this semester.”

Silence overtakes the room. San’s breathing is so steady that you think he’s fallen asleep, but the second you try to shift and see his face, he tilts his head up and looks into your eyes.

“Alright. Let’s go on a first date again.”

…

“I figured we’d go to that little Thai place by the grocery before heading over to the Christmas light show?”

“Oh!” Your thoughts rearrange themselves around his words. “That sounds really nice, yeah.”

“The guys wanna meet up at Wooyoung’s after for chicken and beer, but I told them I’d leave the decision up to you.” He tilts his chin a bit to the side as he speaks, lips quirked up at the corners, and you find yourself so incredibly fond of him all over again.

“Let’s see how we feel after walking around.”

You offer to drive tonight, but he denies you quickly, whining about how he filled his tank full of gas just for tonight so you don’t push the matter any further than that (though, you still tease him a bit once he opens the passenger door for you). When he turns the car on, music starts blasting through the speakers, a song you recognize well, and the dash shows that he’s been listening to the playlist you made for him at the start of the last school year. 

“Sorry, forgot the volume was up so high.” He scrambles to twist the dial down, but you stop him with your hand, gripping his wrist lightly and giving a firm shake of your head.

“I didn’t realize you still listened to it. Normally you just have the radio going.”

“Ah, well,” San’s cheeks are a bit flush under the low lights of the car, “I suppose I’ve been feeling a bit sentimental these days.” His next move is a bit hesitant; he reaches across the console and lays his hand atop your thigh. You reassure him by putting your hand over his, fingers curling around his once again. It feels normal and familiar, though you can’t count on two hands the last time you’ve done something as menial as holding hands with San. 

“San?” He makes a noise of acknowledgment while watching the road. “I’ve missed you.” His nails dig into your flesh a little, and the pressure makes your heart clench in your chest.

“I’ve missed you more.” You can only see his side profile, but it’s enough for you to catch the upturn of his lips. 

“I’ve missed you most then.” The statement slips out through a pout. 

“And I love you more than the moon loves the ocean.”

The weight of his hand is comfort enough for you to be at ease for the rest of the drive.

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[sugarnspice630]

Level Up - San

"The more noise you make, the faster it’ll go, got it?"

•pairing: dom!San x sub!reader

•word count: 1.3k

•tags: mdni, smut, overstimulation, humiliation, vibrator use (f receiving, m controlling), gamer san, Yunho, Jongho, and Wooyoung are featured in this fic with a focus on Jongho, bondage, reader gets ignored by San, slight praise, slight degradation, heavy teasing

Summary: San was tired of you interrupting his important game-play, so he took care of the problem by tying you up and making you cum many times, while the other members could hear.

Note: Reader internal dialogue will be blue text, San speaking but reader not fully paying attention will be red text.

A/N: Oddly enough this was a fantasy me and my ex had with each other, but we're no longer together so I changed it to be with men I care about now! Please let me know what you think and show your support by reblogging, liking, commenting, etc. Happy reading!

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San had enough of you interrupting his video game time with the members. Sitting in his lap, just trying to watch him play, giving him kisses every time he got a kill or did something good. Your constant need for attention was driving him crazy, and he had to do something about it. He excused himself from the party chat and muted his mic, or so he thought, before grabbing you off his lap and throwing you down onto the bed.

“S-San? What the fuck?!”

“If you’re not going to be a good girl and not bother me when I’m in the middle of an important mission, then I’ll have to force you to be one.” He snarls as he aggressively grabs your hands and ties them together before attaching your tied hands to the contraption hanging from above your bed.

“S-San I’m sorry!” You stutter in panic at the sudden shift in mood. You didn’t mean to set him off. You just haven’t seen him for a really long time and wanted to spend time with him, but I guess he needed his alone time. 

“Sorry is not gonna save you this time princess.” He turns away to grab something from the nightstand drawer. You realize what he grabbed, and you swallow the knot in your throat.

“S-Sannie please.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can only watch as he pulls your pajama shorts and underwear away from your waist, turns the vibrator on, places it in your underwear, and snaps the bands back to your skin.

“Shut it.” He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. You furrow your eyebrows and bite the inside of your lip. The vibrator was pressing right against your bud and already causing a sensation that you knew if it continued, you would cum many times. He lets go of your face and shakes the vibrator’s remote in a taunting way.

“The more noise you make, the faster it’ll go, got it?” You nod your head softly, trying to suppress the moan that is threatening to come out already. San leans back away from you and steps away to continue his game. You watch as he picks his headset back up, places it on his head, leaving one ear uncovered to hear if you make any sound, and continues like nothing happened. 

“Hey, sorry guys, I’m back now.” 

You’re biting the inside of your lip hard, trying not to make noise, and just taking it as it is. You’re trying to focus on San talking to the members to take away from the vibrating monster tucked in your underwear. 

“What do you mean?” He sounds concerned…fuck this vibrator is getting on your nerves. 

“No no, she’s…fine. All taken care of.” Maybe if you move your legs a little, it’ll take the pressure off your clit. You move your legs, but it doesn’t solve the problem and only makes you whimper. Fuck…did he hear that? How loud were you? You look up at where San is sitting, and he slowly turns his head to the side, indicating that he heard you. He picks up the remote, increases the speed, and sits the remote back down. You close your eyes tightly and squeeze your legs together. Fuck fuck fuck, that was a bad idea! The vibrator only presses closer to you. You squirm on the bed and try to pull on your restraints, it’s no use; they are not budging. 

“Wooyoung don’t, I got it. No, I said I got it! I’ll kill the Sova.” San please, for the love of god stop talking and just get over here and help me. You tilt your head down and accidentally let out a moan. You can’t even bring yourself to raise your head because you know what’s coming. You feel the speed of the vibrator increase again. “Guys, I told you she’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He’s talking about you, they can hear you. Maybe they could come and help?

“Y-Yunho? Jongho? Wooyoung? H-help.” You cry out and let out some moans in between. You hear San huff, and he turns around in his chair to look at you. You look up at him, and his pants are pulled down a little and his whole cock is out and rock hard. You stare in awe and feel your mouth water a bit. I-I want it. You look up at him with begging eyes, but when your eyes meet his, there is a cold, blank stare looking back at you. He brings his finger to his lips, signing for you to stay quiet, and increases the speed of the vibrator yet again. This has to be the highest setting by now! You moan out softly and you can feel the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, like you are close to your release. 

“S-Sannie please!” You watch as he turns back around, but you catch a slight smirk on his face. He’s enjoying this. That sick fuck! You whimper out a couple more times and squirm your legs together, trying to get yourself off as quick as you can so you can end this. “Don’t you guys enjoy the sounds she’s making~? Cute, little girl, can’t behave for me at all~.” He taunts the members he’s playing with. He’s humiliating you..on purpose! Fuck this feeling, it’s too much! I can’t! You hang your mouth open and cry out softly as you cum for the first time that night. You tilt your head back and just let all the feelings come out. 

“There’s one for you boys~. Should we try for more~?” What does he mean more? You feel the vibrator slow down back to its original speed, and it allows you to catch your breath for a few minutes. You look up to where San is sitting with half-lidded eyes. You desperately want him to turn around and see how much you are struggling, and to help you out. Your breathing is still heavy, but you are not moaning like crazy anymore. “What setting do you want Jongho~?” You move your legs again to take the pressure off and to try to get the vibrator off of your clit to prevent you from being overstimulated. “Oh hoh~ good choice man~.” You feel the vibrator pulse, and then stop, pulse, and then stop. Fuck! N-no!

“M-make it stop. Please~!” The vibrator pulsing and then not was exactly the sensation you needed to get you close to another orgasm. “I think she likes that one Jongho~.” You were already sensitive from the first orgasm, and if this motion continued, you were certain you would cum again sooner rather than later. Letting out a few pathetic whimpers, you close your eyes, and you can feel the corners of your eyes getting wet. “I-I can’t~!” “You hear her, Jongho? You’re making her feel this way.” You sob out from the overstimulation and moan out loudly. “San, please help me!” 

“I think the boys wanna hear you more princess~. I’m not doing anything to help you.” Moaning out at his words, you feel a knot forming in your stomach again. Every noise that comes out of you is a whimper or a moan, until eventually you feel the knot come undone and cum over the vibrator again. The shrill scream-like moan you let out would definitely be concerning if the other members heard it without context.

“My my~ that was a good one~,” San paused his words to turn around and look at you, tilting his head softly to the side and looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "Boys, I wish you could see her right now~. So fucked out and beautiful. I know, I know you all wish to see, but she’s mine, and I don’t feel like sharing.”

Looking up at San, you beg him to stop this torture, quietly saying ‘please’ over and over again. He gets up and gently caresses your face, lifting your chin to make you look at him. He smirks at you softly and asks a question, but more so to the members, cause you know he wasn’t giving you the choice tonight.

“Let’s go for one more, shall we~?”

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 10]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.4K

When Yunho entered the restaurant the next day, he heard you already giving instructions and tasks to the rest of the crew. He walked in with the box of tools he had bought the day before. He was excited to show all of you what he bought, especially you.

"Surprise!" He beamed as he walked in. All 4 of you stopped, turning your head to see the tall male walking in, his face covered by the boxes he was carrying.

"Yunho hyung, what's this?" Jongho asked, helping to take the box from Yunho and putting it on the counter.

"I bought some stuff for the kitchen!" He explained, opening it.

"The guy at the store told me these are important essentials that every kitchen needs. Tomorrow, the electrical equipment is coming." He took the different things out and set them on the table.

"Oh yes, we needed these." Seonghwa said as he looked through all the things Yunho bought.

"Did you have that much fun shopping?" You raised an eyebrow. Yunho blushed slightly, did he seem too excited?

"I didn't really know what to get. And I felt bad for waiting so long to properly equip the kitchen with what you need. If you need anything else, let me know!" Yunho said. Wooyoung and Seonghwa took all the things to be washed and sanitised for you all to use immediately. You went back to mixing your fruit mixture.

"(y/n), the things I go are useful right?" Yunho came to stand next to you. Seonghwa watched on in curiosity. If Yunho had a tail, it would be wagging in anticipation now.

"Yeah. It's tools that we'll definitely use." You replied. Yunho perked up and grinned widely, happy by your words.

"What are you making?" He asked.

"Jam tartlets. The jam is blueberry and thyme." You said, grabbing a disposable spoon and scooping up a little for Yunho to taste. He ate the little bit of jam.

"That's nice! I'm guessing that herb flavour is the thyme?" He said. You hummed and went to take the tray with the blind baked tartlet shells. You gave Yunho two tablespoons.

"Two spoons per tart shell." You instructed.

"O-Oh! Okay!" He beamed, going over to wash his hands before stepping back to help you. He was glad that you just had him do tasks without him having to offer anymore, it was like you were used to him being around.

"So what other stuff are we putting out this morning?" Yunho asked as he focussed on filling the tart shells with equal amounts of jam. You turned to the others in the kitchen.

"I'm making a devil's food cake." Wooyoung raised his hand.

"I'm making a quiche with salmon and leeks. We made matcha financiers, they're cooling off." Seonghwa continued.

"I'm making a plum blechkuchen (German sheet cake)." Jongho said.

"And today's cupcake/ muffin is pandan chiffon with a gula melaka (coconut sugar) center." You finished. Although Yunho has not heard of half of those things, he was still excited to see what they were.

"They sound tasty for sure." Yunho smiled. He finished filling all the tartlet shells and you bent down to check that they were all level.

"Good job." You nodded in approval, putting them close to the serving window.

"Thank you!" Yunho smiled. After that, the other 4 came in and they all go ready for the store opening. As usual, Yunho made the entire kitchen crew drinks to have while they finished up their baking. You took a 5 minute break, sipping your coffee as you brainstormed on dinner ideas for tonight.

"So we're doing ricotta stuffed french toast right? With smoked maple butter and sour cherry sauce." You asked the kitchen. The 3 boys nodded their heads.

"Ribs? We can do a gochujang, barbecue type sauce. We'll leave the ribs in brine before we leave." You suggested.

"Ooh, we got good fish this morning. What if we used it to make a crudo? Use up the yuzu fruits to make the dressing." Jongho said.

"Good idea." You nodded, writing that down.

"What about poached chicken? We can poach it in samgyetang herbs. Use the stock to make rice after that. Chicken and rice dish." Seonghwa suggested.

"Yes, some might appreciate a lighter dish." Wooyoung chimed in. You noted all that down.

"Breakfast has just begun and you're already discussing dinner?" San laughed as he came in while you were all still discussing the dishes.

"We have to be prepared, some dishes need as much time as possible. Like we've decided to do ribs tonight so that means we need to marinate them before we leave later. Give it as much time to tenderise the meat and season it." You said.

"Giving more time to marinate helps tenderise it?" San tilted his head in surprise.

"With rib meat, there's not a lot of fat and flavour. So you marinate it, it firstly helps to soften the meat with the acid content. And it gives time for the flavours and salt to penetrate." Wooyoung explained.

"Oh wow. I never knew that." San said.

"So what is good to use to marinate? From what Wooyoung said, so something salty and acidic?"

"Yeah. But there are other things you can use. Like we'll use pineapple, it has an enzyme called bromelain that tenderises meat. Salt is easy things with soy sauce." Jongho informed.

"We'll go with those flavours since we want to use a gochujang based sauce when grilling. So asian tastes." You added.

"San, we need you! Stop chatting." Yeosang called.

"I'm not chatting! I'm learning." San growled in annoyance. He gave everyone a friendly smile and wave before leaving the kitchen to go help in the front. The 4 of you got back to work, finishing up on the baked treats so you could prepare for dinner tonight and leave to rest for the afternoon.

"Last batch done and cooling." Seonghwa said, putting the last cake by the window. When the treat or cake was done outside, those working the front would come and get the refill.

"I'm going for a breather." You said, going out for 5 minutes. The 3 didn't protest to that.

"Okay, let's clean up and start preparing what we need for dinner tonight." You instructed after coming back in.

"You prepare the stuff for tonight. We'll clean." Jongho came. Seonghwa nodded, bringing the used bowls to the sink to start washing them.

"Guess it's us on prep." Wooyoung bumped his hip against yours.

"Let's get all the meats out for trimming then." You said. Wooyoung helped you bring out all the packs of ribs, putting all the meats on the prep table. There was a lot of meat to get through.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner makes marinade, loser preps the meat?" Wooyoung wriggled his eyebrows at you.

"You're on." Seonghwa and Jongho ignored the two of you. But soon, Wooyoung was letting out curses, an indication of who emerged victorious in the game. You smiled happily, skipping to the pantry to collect what you needed for the marinade.

"I hate removing the membrane. It's so slippery." Wooyoung whined. But nonetheless, he took the pack of meat and grabbed his knife. He removed the membrane at the back, trimmed the excess fat cap off.

"Did you bring your boning knife?" Wooyoung asked. You nodded over to your knife wrap.

"I'm going to need it for frenching (cleaning the excess meat, fat and sinew off the bones for cleaner look)." He said.

"Knock yourself out." You giggled, making Wooyoung roll his eyes, continuing to grumble. You made a big batch of marinade, mixing all the ingredients in together.

"Thank you for your hard work this morning." Yunho came in for a short breather.

"How's the crowd?" You asked.

"It's good, actually. We're selling things at a steady pace. I think we're starting to have repeating customers too, I recognise some faces." Yunho smiled blissfully.

"What are you doing?" Yunho came over, full of curiosity.

"I'm making a marinade for the pork ribs. So Woo is preparing the ribs and we'll let them soak for as long as we can before we grill them for dinner. Get as much flavour in them as possible. Then we brush on a gochujang sort of barbecue sauce at the end. We'll serve it with white kimchi and roast potatoes." You informed.

"As someone who loves meat, that sound really good. White kimchi sounds like it will go together really well." Yunho said, nearly drooling as he imagined the dish.

"We'll see if the customers like more Western based dishes." You shrugged and he nodded in agreement.

"What's in the marinade?"

"Soy sauce, pineapple juice, pear juice, onions, sesame oil, peppercorns, salt and garlic. We're going for something similar to a bulgogi or galbi marinade." You explained to him.

"Done." Wooyoung groaned, throwing his head back tiredly. You chuckled and put the ribs into the tubs.

"I'll pour the marinades in." You used a measuring cup to divide the marinade into the tubs.

"Let me help with that." Yunho took one of the tubs after Wooyoung closed the lids, bringing it into the walk in to leave it there to marinate. Jongho helped bring the other tubs in too. After that, you put all your aprons in your little cubbies.

"See you later!" Yunho waved with smile. You all waved back, bowing your heads as you walked to Wooyoung's car to head home to rest for the next few hours.

"They just left?" Mingi poked his head in. Yunho nodded, taking his mug to drink his coffee.

"Grab me some chocolate sauce while you're there? Everyone seems to be craving mochas today." He asked.

"Sure. Anything else you need?" Yunho raised an eyebrow. Mingi shook his head and Yunho went to grab what the baristas needed for the front.

"You're very good looking." Some girls giggled as Yunho keyed in their order and received their money.

"Thank you. You can head to the end for your order pick up." Yunho smiled kindly, gesturing to the end of the counter. Mingi and Hongjoong watched on, both facepalming at how Yunho replied so normally. He was too kind to anyone that he met, not one to turn others away or reject their flirting.

Or maybe he just never noticed it when others flirted with him. Girls would usually get frustrated that Yunho wouldn't flirt back, just respond with a kind smile and a wave.

"What are we going to do with you?" Mingi clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"What?" Yunho asked, confused by his best friend's words.

"You're too friendly, Yunho ah." Hongjoong chuckled, patting the taller on the shoulder before heading to the back kitchen. Yunho still didn't understand what his friends were saying.

"Can I have your Instagram?" One of the girls giggled as they waited for their drink that San was making.

"Sorry, girls. Company policy, we can't give that info out." Mingi came to save Yunho, slinging an arm around his shoulder. The girls either pouted or frowned at Mingi's words, taking their drinks from San and leaving the cafe. Mingi chuckled and let out a soft sigh.

"What company policy are you talking about? I'm the owner and I didn't even know we had any policy." Yunho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Trust me, buddy. You'll thank me later." Mingi patted Yunho's shoulders and walked back to the barista area to help San.

Instead of going home to rest, you went to the shops with Jongho to pick up some extra things that you might need for dinenr tonight like ginseng chicken soup herbs and worcesteshire sauce.

"Oh wow, key limes." Jongho said, picking one up to inspect. You looked over in interest.

"What a rarity... And they're not expensive. Shall we make key lime pie?" You turned to meet his eyes. Jongho nodded.

"Key lime syrup for drinks." His eyes sparkled excitedly. The both of you bought a few punnets, putting it into the trolley and continuing on your way.

"Hwa said he needed more stock bags." You grabbed two packets off the shelf. After getting what you needed, you and Jongho went to get a coffee at the coffee stand near the markets then drove to your home. You both decided to spend the remaining time napping at your house rather than splitting up.

When Jongho came to wake you up, you were not pleased to be woken up. All the tiredness of your broken sleep schedule was hitting you all at once, which was not ideal.

"Don't be grumpy." Jongho chuckled as he drove. You hid further into your hoodie.

"Hwa hyung's gonna send you home and won't let you do dinner service, you know?" Jongho reminded. You pouted, you didn't want to be sent home.

"Here." Jongho held out the coffee he poured into a travel mug for you.

"Thanks." You mumbled and took the tumbler to take a sip. When Jongho pulled up to park, you let out a childish whine.

"Come on." Jongho got out and went to open the passenger door for you. You grumbled as you stepped out, you were really just so tired and sleep deprived that you didn't want to be working.

You and Jongho were first to arrived. You went to get your apron, tying it around your waist and tucking two tea towels into your apron string. Then you put your precision tongs and tasting spoon into the pockets in front.

"Let's start." You said to Jongho. He nodded and stood with you, prepping what you needed to start.

"We should get the poaching liquid for the chicken going first. I want as much of the herbal flavour to get in because we need that liquid for the rice later." You informed.

"Okay, I'll prepare the herbs first?" He asked.

"No, help me butcher the chickens. I want to serve them in halves." You said. Jongho nodded and went to prepare his station.

"I'll prep the herbs." You went to get the samgyetang herbs that you bought earlier, brushing off any debris that you saw, throwing it into the pot with some stock.

"Hey." Seonghwa and Wooyoung came in. You were focused at your own counter. Wooyoung pointed at your back, signalling to Jongho.

Jongho put his hands together, tucking it under his ear to show that you were sleeping before this. Wooyoung and Seonghwa nodded their heads, understanding him. They went to put their things in their cubbies and got their aprons. Wooyoung didn't dare approach you yet but Seonghwa was daring enough.

"Hey, darling." Seonghwa came up to you.

"Park, I'm holding a knife. If you're going to ask me to go home now and sleep, I'm not responsible for what I do with said knife." You said, continuing to cut the garlic.

"Carry on." He patted your head and backed away. The only time you called him 'Park' was when you were grumpy.

"I'll get started on the ribs." Wooyoung raised his hand, going into the walk in.

"Hwa, start on the appetisers. Jong, when you're done, prep what we'll need for the rose carbonara. I'll do the desserts after I put the chickens in for poaching." You instructed.

"Okay." They all replied and got to doing their tasks.

When Yunho, Mingi, Hongjoong, Yeosang and San came in for the dinner shift, they too felt the coldness in the room. Yunho could practically see the rain cloud above your head. Wooyoung shook his head, using his hand to do a neck slice action.

"Go." Yunho whispered, ushering the other boys out to the front to get ready for dinner service.

"Don't worry, (y/n). I'll be at the pass tonight." They heard Wooyoung offer from the kitchen window. Tonight was supposed to be your turn at the window.

"We need an extra pair of hands. San." You poked your head out briefly. San raised his hand and jogged to the kitchen quickly.

Yunho pouted, he had hoped he was the first one you call to help in the kitchen. He could do just as well as San.

"Let's get the silverware out." Mingi said. Hongjoong brought his maitre d stand to the front, making sure his iPad with all the reservations was on and working.

"Work phone?" Hongjoong asked. Yunho took it from the charger behind the counter and handed it over. The shorter put it in his pocket.

"(y/n) a little sleep deprived now and like a little kid, she can get grumpy when she needs sleep. So just... steer clear. Don't try to send her home or anything, she already threatened Seonghwa. It's scary." Jongho advised to those that were outside, having come out to get a mug of juice from the bar fridge.

"I'm stepping out real quick to get something. If I'm not back in time, Hongjoong hyung, open for me?" Yunho said.

"Do you need something?" Yeosang asked.

"Kind of...? I'll be as fast as I can. Just manage it for the time being." Yunho said and ran out the front door of the restaurant, leaving his dumbfounded friends there.

When Yunho came back, he came through the back. He put what he needed in his cupboard before coming out of the small room.

"Woah." He almost crashed into you. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there?" You asked, nodding over to the front of the restaurant. Yunho gulped, suddenly feeling like a child that was caught by his parent.

"I needed to get something so Hongjoong hyung opened up for me." Yunho said. You nodded and went into the get something front your bag. Yunho's eyes followed you until you stopped.

"Need something?" You stared back at him, questioningly.

"N-No! I'm going out." Yunho quickly bowed his head and ran away to support his friends with waiting tables. You slightly frowned in confusion but grabbed what you needed before going back to the kitchen as dinner service was starting.

Thankfully for you, dinner service went by quickly. The customers liked the menu and the food. When it was near closing, your kitchen crew took turns to prepare the dessert and to eat their dinner.

"Why don't you finish up dessert and go home? We'll clean up." Wooyoung offered.

"I'm fine." You rolled your eyes, flipping the french toast in the pan.

"Can I get a coffee, please? Two shots, on the rocks." You turned to Jongho. He nodded and ate another bite, exiting the kitchen to go out and make you a coffee.

"Service." You put yours and Wooyoung's plate at the window. Yeosang came over and took it to serve.

"Here you go." Jongho handed you the cup. You took a sip and exited the back door.

"Last few tables. Is (y/n) outside?" Yunho asked. Seonghwa nodded. Yunho went to the locker room and grabbed something, slipping out the back door. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho tried but couldn't get a glimpse at what Yunho was carrying. They shrugged and returned to what they were doing.

"(y/n)?" Yunho looked around. He saw you sitting on the curb, cup of coffee beside you as you pressed your cheek on your folded arms. Your eyes were closed as you snoozed.

"Did you need something?" You asked with your eyes closed, making Yunho jump in surprise.

"Ummm, I have something for you." Yunho said shyly. Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at him.

"Sit." You scooted, patting the space beside you. He gladly sat down. You took a sip of your coffee first, raising an eyebrow at Yunho, waiting for him to say something.

"Something to brighten your day... Or, at this time, I guess it's night. To give you energy." Yunho grinned, taking the paper bag.

"Which is?" You were not expecting him to take a sunflower bouquet out for you.

"Oh and this. I don't know how to make donuts so I figured buying one that I know is good will be better than me trying to make one on my own." Yunho said, holding out the box of 3 donuts. You stared at the two items.

"Sunflowers bring light and energy... I just thought... I don't know..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You melted a little, this was completely unexpected.

"Thank you, Yunho. I'm really fine, don't worry." You didn't know what came over you as you reached out to pat his head gratefully.

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Online/Offline [C.S] - fifty-six | plucky servants

The next day at work you stood with Minsoo in the kitchen and discussed her options concerning her crush on Seonghwa. Sure, it might have been unimportant by other people’s standards, but you were happy for anything to take your mind off your current situations, plural.

“Okay, so…” you sighed, “Wooyoung’s an idiot, and not helpful.” 

“I am literally standing right here.” 

Both of you turned to Wooyoung, who was standing with one hand on the edge of the counter and the other on his hip. Minsoo looked at him with a face of mild shock, indicating she might not have seen him behind you. You viewed him with a raised eyebrow.

“Just do it like I said.” He said.

“She’s literally not doing that, Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung sighed and went back to what he was doing.

“So what should I do--”

“Get out of my kitchen if you’re not going to listen to me.”

You angrily narrowed your eyes at Wooyoung as you ushered Minsoo out of the kitchen. He narrowed his eyes back and you stared at each other for a few seconds before you joined her behind the counter.

“So what should I do?” She asked again.

“Ugh, I’m so not good at this. Just like… be… yourself.” You gestured uselessly.

“But I want him to like me.”

You looked at Minsoo blankly. “Do you think you’re unlikable?”

Minsoo looked away and nodded a small nod. “Well…” she whispered. “Yeah.”

“Minsoo, if he doesn’t like you for you then you shouldn’t want to go out with him.”

“Why not?”

“Because… he would never respect you. Someone who doesn’t like who you are deep inside won’t actually care about you when you need help, he would never be happy when you’re happy, he’d never defend you if you can’t defend yourself.”

She looked at you, seeming to consider your words before looking away again.

“How about this?: Why do you like him?”

“Because he’s… At first I liked him because he’s so pretty. But now… he’s stern, but he’s kind. He doesn’t really make jokes a lot because I think he wants people to think he’s serious all the time, but when he does, he’s funny.”

“Hmm,” you leaned against the counter and folded your arms. “Funny is something a person should be, if they possibly can.”

Minsoo smiled a small smile and nodded at your agreement.

“But why do you think he wouldn’t like you?”

“Cause, like, I’m me.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m like… awkward and fat and not on his level on terms of appearance--”

“I need to stop you. Do you know what Wooyoung and I both said when we first saw you walk into the café?”

“I-- no?”

“‘She’s chubby and cute.’ That’s what we both said.”

“Isn’t ‘chubby’ just ‘fat’?”

“Okay so, your problem is that you’re using ‘fat’ in a negative way.”

“But… It's bad to be fat.”

“Who told you that?”

“Umm… my mom. And my aunts. San’s mom, especially. My grandma liked it because I always ate all the food she made when no one else did because they were all watching their weight.”

“So… in the list you just gave me, which people were more important to please? Your grandma who was so happy that you ate all her home-cooked food? Or your mom and aunts who were so concerned about their appearances that they didn’t eat what their mother made them?”

She thought for a moment.

You thought for a moment. "Why don't you talk to your grandma about this? Maybe she can say something to your mom."

"She died a couple years ago"

“Ahh,” you nodded. “I’m sorry.”

She nodded back.

You sighed as you thought. You had been raised totally differently from how Minsoo was raised, differently than most people you knew, actually. You didn’t know if it was just your parents’ morals or because of the Terror Triplets who wanted to get you out of the way so they could have Yeosang, but you could always remember your parents saying things like, ‘What a body can do is more important than what it looks like,’ and, ‘Even if other people would describe your body as broken, at least you’re living and can experience life,’ and ‘Even if living with your body is hard, there’s always good things to look forward to,’ and their constant cheering you on when you were a kid-- what other parents would show up at the school to fight with the principal because he wouldn’t just move you away from students who were making your life hell? They were solid people, your parents, and you were lucky to have been raised by them. But, because of that, you just could not fathom a mother who would tell her own daughter that she’s fat, implying that it made her ugly and unlovable. Surely she’d have to know how that would affect her in the future, right? That she might be causing an eating disorder or depression that she could end up living with for years or even the rest of her life? Not to mention the self-loathing that would make it impossible to engage in relationships-- like right now. How could a parent do that to their child? You sighed again as you thought of a different line of questioning.

“Did they cook you anything? Your mom and aunts?” You asked.

“Oh, no, we had a chef. They never cooked anything.”

Your eyebrows ticked up at the news of them having a chef and you blinked in disbelief for a moment before recovering. “Okay, so were they too busy to cook or too lazy?”

“Mmm… none of them cook much. They don’t like cooking.”

“Then who cares what they think? They can’t even cook and they want to be mad at you for having a healthy appetite?”

She looked confused.

“Listen, there’s nothing wrong with how you or me or anyone else is shaped, every body is different. And your body is not your mom’s body or your aunt’s body, so they can’t have an opinion on it because it's not theirs to live with. And the one person who actually made you food with love and care, was happy when you ate it all.”

She seemed to consider this.

“Food is what sustains us, right? So making food for people we love - and seeing them eat it - is way more important than starving yourself just so you look a certain way. I think your grandma would agree with me on that.”

She nodded slowly.

“So: it seems like you being chubby - and cute - is totally okay. And your eating made your grandmother happy, are you happy you made her happy at all?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s good.”

She stared at you, her brows knit from trying to understand. You put a hand on each of her cheeks and she stared at you, wide-eyed, as you held her face.

“Listen to me when I say this to you:”

She tried to nod, her cheeks squishing because of your hands.

“None of that shit matters anyway because you're sweet and kind and a precious human being. That’s the important part, the rest is all incidental.”

She blushed as she pulled away. “You sound like San.”

“He says those things?”

“Yeah. Whenever my mom gets on my case for my weight, I go and talk to him because I have no one else to talk to about it and he tells me stuff like that.”

You nodded. “We'll… he's right.”

She processed this for a few moments. “But… Seonghwa isn’t chubby.”

“And?”

“What if he doesn’t like chubby girls?”

“Well, one he’d be an idiot, because you’re adorable. And it’d still just be what I said before: if he doesn’t like you for you, then you shouldn’t want to date him.”

She nodded slowly. She idly walked a few feet away, watching her feet as she did so. She turned back to you.

“Have you ever confessed to anyone before?”

“Mmmno.”

“Oh.”

“You know what? Just ask him out.”

“What?”

“Just ask him out. Like Wooyoung said, only less yelling and less…”

“...Sounding like I’m threatening him?”

You laughed. “That too.”

She smiled.

“You have a really cute smile, Minsoo.”

Her hands came up to rest on her cheeks. “Y-you think so?”

“Mhm.”

She blushed.

“Listen, if he rejects you, you can tell me and we’ll watch sad movies and get drunk together, okay?”

She smiled. “That’d be fun.”

You smiled. 

Seonghwa walked out of the kitchen. “Everything okay up here?”

“Yeah, uh…” you looked at Minsoo and winked before turning to Seonghwa, 

“It’s good you came up here, I was just about to ask Wooyoung what he could train me in next.”

You nodded at both of them and left for the kitchen… 

And bumped directly into Wooyoung, who shushed you and pulled you behind him so you could both watch if Minsoo said anything. 

“I feel like we’re plucky servants in some British TV show from the 70s.”

“The café’s only one floor, though.”

Wooyoung widened his eyes in an expression that was somewhere between anger and being impressed that you understood his reference, and went back to listening.

You chuckled.

“Umm…” Minsoo started.

“Are you okay Minsoo? Adjusting to knowing everything you have to?”

“Yeah… Thank you for asking.” She smiled.

He smiled back.

“Um… oppa, do you remember when I said I thought you were cool?”

“When we were younger? Yeah.”

She nodded.

Wooyoung grabbed your hand. You put your own over his as you shared in the suspense.

“Umm… So… I still think you’re cool.” She wrung her hands for a moment as she got up the courage. “Umm…” Her voice shook. “I think you’re cool and I wanted to know-- if-- if you were dating anyone! And… if not… if you’d like to go on a date with me?”

You and Wooyoung turned to each other, eyes wide as if you were asking each other what you were seeing, then turned back to what was happening.

Seonghwa’s eyebrows ticked up in surprise. “O-oh.” He stuttered. 

They stood in awkward silence for a few moments; Minsoo beet red and looking at the floor, Seonghwa viewing her passively.

“Umm… you might as well look at me while you ask me out, no?” He asked.

She looked up in shock. “What?”

“Shouldn’t one look at the object of their desire when they ask them on a date?”

She stuttered uselessly for a few seconds before finding her words. “Uh-- I-- Oh-- Um… I… it depends.”

He smiled. “On what?”

“On… if you’re saying yes?”

He nodded, turning away from her for a moment as he thought. She watched him. He turned back and she jumped. 

He chuckled. “You seem to have grown up quite well, Minsoo. You’re very brave.”

She didn’t respond, confusion across her features.

“I think I should love to go on a date with you.”

“I-- you-- really?”

He smiled and nodded. 

You and Wooyoung held hands and jumped as much as you could without making any noise, mouths open in silent celebratory screaming.

“Oh--” she inhaled and covered her mouth, collapsing to the floor in a squat. “I’m sorry!”

He crouched down and put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I didn’t wake up today thinking I would ask you out,” her breath shuddered as she fought off her emotions, “And I never thought you’d say yes.”

“What? Why wouldn’t I say yes?”

“Well, you’re older.”

“I’m only three years older than you,” he laughed.

“And you… you look like you and I just look like me.”

He was quiet for a moment as his mouth opened in shock. “Minsoo… you’re so beautiful and… I’m so surprised that you’re not already dating someone on that account alone.”

“Not a lot of guys like chubby nerds,” she rolled her eyes with a laugh.

“Yes… I remember the models you bought when your family visited Japan…”

She looked at him, worriment across her face; in mentioning her interests she had fucked up, and now he was going to refuse her.

“Minsoo, can I choose the place of our first date?”

“You-- you still want to go out with me?”

He smiled. “I promise.”

She nodded, still in disbelief. “Okay, you can pick.”

“I promise you’ll love it.”

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Jeong Yunho x Reader: Hair Do?

Summary: Parenting a child alone is tough. Yunho mostly manages the most but problems arise when his daughter comes home crying that her friends were laughing at her hair style. Lucky for him, you, a hairstylist were his neighbours.

A/n: Yunho.. 🔥... Dad Yunho...🔥🔥🔥 There's an easter egg which you would find if you've read my other Ateez fics (its a certain character). Anyways send an ask if you figure it out.

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"No papa. This looks so bad" Sarang whined. And Yunho felt like hitting his head on the faucet as his 5 year old sat on the sink, whining about her pigtails. "Sarang-a I told you that day to get a pretty hair cut instead. Daddy doesn't know how to do hair" he tried to reason with her. "Daddy needs to learn doing hair. When Sarang does not know something daddy says learn. Daddy learn!" She said. He just nodded and said "okay, if Sarang listens to daddy today, then daddy will learn"

She seemed to ponder on the thought and finally nodded. Yunho finally managed to leave the apartment on time. He smiled at his neighbour on his way. 

"Hi Sarang" she chirped. "Hi Y/n unni!" She replied, grinning. "ah. Um. Mr Jung, can I… um" Y/n fumbled.

"Yes?" He said confused and then noticed Y/n looking at Sarang's pigtails and he scratched his neck shyly. "May I?" Y/n asked and Yunho immediately sighed in relief and said a small "sure".

Y/n place her bag on the ground and kneeled down to Sarang's level and started fixing her hair. After being done, she pulled out her phone and showed it to her and Sarang cheered in joy. The two walked off and Y/n watched them with a smile. 

She walked into her apartment to find her best friend Mika on the couch. "What took you so long?" She asked, to which Y/n explained what had happened.

"So that's the cute child and the hot neighbor you always talk about?" 

"Cute child, yes, but I never said Mr Jung is hot," you said. "So you're telling me he isn't hot?" She said, while following you inside your room. "Of course he is.." you answered and she went "hah!". "Mika. No." You warned. "Fuck. Yes" she said. "His wife died!" You said, trying to make reasons. 

"Yes, four years ago" she said. "How do you know that?" You asked in surprise, "you've told me!" She defended. "Y/n, he could be interested in you. And what's with this Mr Jung?" She asked. You shrugged and said "I don't know, he just calls me Mr L/n" you said and Mika shook her head. 

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In Office 

"Dude you were almost late" Seonghwa chided

"At least I'm not late," Yunho said and walked off to his work. 

Later at lunch Seonghwa found him watching hair tying tutorials. "What's up? New demands?" He asked. "She wants daddy to learn how to do hair," Yunho said. Seoghwa laughed and patted the younger's head. "What's up?" They both looked to see Wooyoung. "Nothing just a dad tryna meet his daughter's demands" Seonghwa said as the third male sat down. "Are all the meeting materials ready? This one is really very important" Wooyoung asked Yunho who nodded and said "I think we'll get the deal, if everything goes well-" and before he could complete his phone started ringing. "It's Sarang's school" he said and picked up the call. He spoke for a while and hung up. "I didn't know they had a half day today, I missed the notice, the meeting is in 20 minutes. Fuck! What should I do?!" He said, holding his head. "Wait. Wait. Let us think" Seonghwa mediated. "Hey! My girlfriend could help out, she's free today!" Wooyoung said. "Would she really?" Yunho asked, he knew Wooyoung's Girlfriend, she had helped him on many occasions before. "She loves kids and she loves Sarang. I literally fell in love with her after I watched her babysitting Kyungmin. She was so-" Wooyoung was interrupted by Seonghwa, "We know, we know, call her, please" 

"Oh yeah" Wooyoung said and called his girlfriend. "Hey babe, can you pick Sarang from her school and look after her?..... Okay… Okay! Thank you so much babe!" He hung up and said "Yunho, send her the school details and tell Sarang's class teacher" Wooyoung said and Yunho nodded. "I owe her a big one," he said. "Don't worry about it" Wooyoung assured. 

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Near school

"Are you here to pick up Sarang?" The teacher asked. "Yes," Mika replied, "Wait. Sarang?" Y/n asked in shock. "Mika, Wooyoung's friend's daughter's name is Sarang?!" Y/n asked, still in shock. "You know Sarang? Oh my god! Yunho is your neighbor! How come I never thought of it?" Mika said and as Sarang came running calling "Mika sukmo (aunty)!!!" And hugged her legs. "Y/n Unni?!" She then noticed you, "Hello Sarang" you said, patting her head as she smiled widely at you.

"So I got sukmo and she's unni?" Mika grumbled. 

So, Sarang, Mika and you walked to your apartment and had fun, eating, watching Frozen when Y/n's doorbell rang. 

"Dude I still can't believe you call Y/n, Ms L/n" Wooyoung said as he walked inside your house like its his own, even though its his first time visiting your house.

"Where is Sarang?" He asked. You pointed towards the couch where Sarang was watching Elsa sing Let it go. "Was she good?" He asked and you replied "She's a very good child, Mr Jung. You're a good father" you said. "I think we can come on a first name basis now? Call me Yunho?"  He asked, offering a charming smile and you returned it.

"Right? I never knew Yunho lived here" Mika said as Wooyoung added how shocked he was to know that you were Yunho's neighbor all this while. And the two of you shook your heads. 

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Few days later in the Morning

"Morning Yunho" you smiled, "Morning Y/n" he said as your eyes met and you both offered a smile. 

You were in the kitchen when you heard whines from outside, you went up to the door and opened it, because the voice sounded like Sarang.

"Daddy promised a nice hair style!" She stomped. "Sarang please, daddy has important work in the office" Yunho, trying to yet again reason with his 5 year old and looked at Sarang. His eyes almost cried for help but he was too shy to ask for it right away and he looked away. 

"Yunho, why don't I fix Sarang's hair and drop her. I don't have work yet so I'll manage" Y/n said.

"No, I can't ask that of you, '' Yunho said grimacing.

"Yunho. It's not a big deal, styling is my job and I am free" she assured him. He took a sigh and glanced at his watch, and said "okay. Thank you so much" he said and kneeled to Sarang's level "is it okay if Y/n does your hair and take you to school?" And she nodded excitedly. "Be a good girl okay?" He said patting her head and after thanking her again he was about to walk away when Y/n stopped him as saud "you can ask for help if you'd like. You don't necessarily have to be alone" to which Yunho nodded. Y/n took Sarang in and quickly did her hair into a pretty double braid. "Unni?" Sarang called as you made her braid. "Can you do my hair everyday?" The baby asked. Y/n didn't know how to react to that and said "we'll ask papa about that okay?" And Sarang nodded. Dropping Sarang to school was not even a hassle. You were driving back, when you received a call and went to work. 

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"So you do her hair everyday now?" Mika asked and you nodded. "You all also have dinner together while watching Tangled with his 5 year old" she asked yet again and you nodded. "What are you two?" She asked again and this time you said "We're just friends Mika. What do you mean?". "Friends?! Friends don't eye each other like that?! Yunho sighed when he saw you laugh at Mingi's joke. You should have seen his face when Mingi gave your ice-cream order when you were in the washroom and claimed he knows you as well as I do" all this information seems too good to be true. 

"You read them wrong. Cause how come we spend so much time together and he never made one move on me?" You said and the two of you shut up. That was when you heard the very drunk Wooyoung giggle. Yes, Yunho and Mika invited you to their monthly friends' get-together dinner. You already knew Mingi through Mika, and you met San and Yeosang as well. "He likes you~" Wooyoung said and giggled from the back seat. "He is just nervous because being with him also involves Sarang" he said in a sing song manner. "But Sarang loves her and Y/n loves Sarang!" Mika told her drunk boyfriend. "That's what we told him,'' Wooyoung said and passed out, with a dumb smile on his face. Thus, a plan was made 

A few days later, in the evening you walked up to his foor and when he opened you asked "Yunho, do you wanna go out for dinner with me?" 

"I would but Sarang is not home, Mika invited her to have a sleepover with her niece and nephews" he explained. "Yunho, I am asking YOU out" you repeated, almost taken aback, now you felt nervous, were they wrong?

 "Oh. Um. su-yes. Yes. Lets I- I will see you in fif-fifteen minutes" he stuttered and bowed and closed the door. 

You smiled to yourself and muttered "cute".

You and Yunho walked to a near by snack bar and ordered. "So you know Mika since college?" He asked and you nodded. "We met in our elective art class in the first week" you said. "And Mingi?" He asked. "I met him through Mika and we became good friends" you said smiling at your fond memories. "So when did you both… um… get together?" He asked and you choked on your food. "Hey! Are you okay?" He got up and came to your side immediately patting your back. "Me and Mingi? Where did you get that idea from?" You asked, finally looking at him. He was taken aback and fumbling with his words, man he was so cute when he got nervous "No- he just. The way he reacts, it's just-" he was interrupted by your laugh. "Yunho, no. We aren't a thing, it's just a thing he does to tease Mika cause she declares she knows me better than my mother. Besides, why would I ask you on a date if I were with Mingi!" You said squinting your eyes. "We're on a date?" He repeated  "wait Yunho, I thought I made myself clear when I asked you out. Fuck. Did I make you uncomfortable?" You asked. "No. But thank you for clarifying. I'm glad you asked me. Sorry my senses have blunted, I haven't done this in a while, since I got together with my wife." He said smiling. "What was your wife like?" You asked, "she was really brave and kind and one of the most amazing women I met. She loved me and Sarang" he said. "You love her alot too" you said looking down at your hands on the table, almost feeling bad for your decision and yourself. You felt Yunho reach for your hand and said "this feels nice, thank you. I have been meaning to ask you out on a date but I was chickening out" Yunho admitted, making you smile and blush. "You know, dating wasn't really an option, with Sarang and work, together." He said. "She's a very sweet girl and you've been doing such a good job with her. But you do know that you deserve to get out there too you know, let loose a little bit. You're not alone and I would love to help you with Sarang" you said, your sincerity shining in your eyes and Yunho smiling at you. "You are a blessing to me," he said. 

He was surprised how you do it, how you understand him and Sarang so well, before you know they became a daily part of your life as you become theirs. It's been 4 months and now Sarang has a drawer in your closet and her Mr Dolphin for when she naps at your place. You also had a drawer in Yunho's closet for things you might need or left when you spent the nights over. It took him 3 more months and an almost beating from Mika for him to get the courage and ask you to be his girlfriend. It's beyond saying that you said yes and Sarang was more than happy to have her Y/n unni over more often. 

Soon that dreaded day came on Yunho's life, his wife's death anniversary. He was shocked when he found some daisies on the dining table, your ex-wife's favorite flowers. He almost cried when you offered to go with him to her grave. You stood there that day and promised her to love Sarang as your own and to make sure these two are always taken care of. You felt glad that Yunho brought you with him, somehow this year, Yunho didn't cry, didn't feel broken, he thought the wound his ex-wife's passing brought him will never be healed but it is little by little with you. He held your hand and promised to never let go of you to never let anything hurt you. 

A few weeks later you received a call from Sarang's school that she wanted you to go get her. You talked to your boss and took time off to pick up Sarang from school. Her eyes were red hair was a mess, there was chewing gum stuck to her hair. Seeing her state pained you, she was so quiet, you called her name twice but she turned her head away, indicating she doesn't want to speak yet. All you knew was she had a fight in school, according to her homeroom teacher. You reached your apartment building and slowly slipped into Yunho's apartment with Sarang in your lap.

You made her sit on the couch and finally asked in the softest voice you could muster "do you wanna talk Sarang? You don't have to, you can just tell me what you need me to do for you?" You reached out for her and she let you hold her shoulder. She looked at you with her big eyes filled with tears and then rushed into your arms, her little hands hugging your neck.

"They said mean things about ma, dad and you. They said I look hideous and spoiled my hair" you did have the chance to look earlier but now that you see the gum was stretched across a few sections of her hair.

"Don't cry baby, it can be fixed, you are the prettiest girl that there is out there" you said, "do you want me to call daddy?" You asked, reaching out for your phone and she vigorously shook her head no. "No no, daddy will scold me for fighting" she started sobbing into your shirt again. "Sarang, love, daddy won't scold you, but if you don't want it, I won't call him. But you will tell him once he comes home okay?" You said and she nodded.

"Can you fix my hair?" She asked, sniffing hard and smiled and nodded. You had your stuff and hair kit in your purse as you just came from work so you pulled them out and took her to the washroom. You first gave her a warm bath and then untangled her hair, minimally chopping the parts with the gum. Then giving her a hair cut her hair was shorter than before now. The smile she flashed at you when you said it was done was priceless. "I look pretty," she said and hugged you. By the time it was 7pm both your and Sarang's nerves were wracking. The clock turned 8 but still no sign of Yunho, while he should have been home an hour ago. It was after 9 when you were preparing dinner that Yunho walked in, he looked tired. "Hi" he greeted you with a back hug and hearing the door Sarang walked in. "Sarang didn't go to the day care? You brought her straight home? Did you get off early or somethi-" he stopped when he looked at Sarang and just said "Y/n can you step out with me for a moment?" You turned around in confusion and nodded. You put the stove in low heat and walked out with Yunho, he looked like he was fuming that was something so unlike him. Of course you've had misunderstandings and quarrels but he never looked this mad. "You cut Sarang's hair" Yunho asked, "Yes she wanted it and needed it. Sarang will-" before you could complete Yunho interrupted you raising his voice "You couldn't even asked me or tell me? How could you just decide she needed it?!" He asked sternly. "I-Sarang-" you mumbled, "You can't just decide these kind of things! You're supposed to ask me, you're not her mother" he said and his eyes went wide so did yours. Tears stung your eyes and Yunho saw the hurt behind them, but it was done, the words were out there, already been said. "You're right, I'm not" you said and rushed to his apartment to gather your bag and phone and walked out. "No Y/n- wait" he tried to say but he had said enough and you were done listening, walked into your apartment and threw off the bag on the couch and crumbled down in tears. How could he say that, you loved Sarang, you knew you were not her mother, but she loves you and you love her as if your own. You love him like nobody else. 

Yunho cursed into his pillow, he had two important people in his life, and he hurt one of them, he hurt the person he promised he'd protect. "Daddy why are you crying? Where is Y/n unni?" Sarang asked as she walked in his room, the room him and Y/n shared for the past few months. He didn't even notice he was crying until Sarang pointed out. "Daddy messed up bad Y/n will hate daddy now" Yunho said. Suddenly something struck Sarang's mind and she started telling Yunho what had happened today at school as Y/n has told her to. Yunho was stunned, he burst at you even without knowing why you did what you did. He felt more guilty, he remembered from the time that he and you went for your first date. He couldn't let you go, he won't! He will win you back. 

Mika almost threw a bottle of tomato sauce at him when she saw him. Thank god Wooyoung calmed her down so they could talk. It's been 3 days since the fight, he and you ran into each other yesterday, you greeted Sarang and walked away, not even sparing a glance towards Yunho. So the plan was set, Mika forced you to get dressed and go to this cafe she wanted to take you too. You were sitting when she said she'll come from the washroom. Suddenly, you see a very familiar figure run to you and instantly cling to you. "I missed you'' she said, "I miss you too Sarang. Why are you here? Where is Yunho?" You asked. "I came running to you Mommy" she said and you choked on your saliva. "What did you call me?" You asked shocked. "Mommy. Sarang's Mommy" she said, hugging you and you held her. "Yes, Sarang's mommy" you heard the voice from behind you, and looked behind to find Yunho sitting on one knee and your eyes went wide. "Don't worry I'm not proposing, not yet, not for marriage I mean-I" he stopped and took in a long breath. "Y/n you have been an immense support of me for the last 9 months, and I stick to my words, you truly are a blessing to me. I know what I said was offensive but I never meant it. Today when I asked how Sarang would feel on this matter, the smile on her face said how important you are to her, not only to Sarang but also to me. I see a future with you. So, here I have a promise ring and a promise, to never hurt you, to try my best to be your comfort and pillar as you are for me. I promise" he said, eyes on you, he was really sincere, you shook your head and just rushed to hug him. The truth is, you missed him like crazy, the past few months, you've grown used to being and even sleeping with him so you couldn't even sleep properly at night without the warmth of Yunho beside you. He immediately wrapped his arms around you "I'm taking that as a yes?" He said, just to make sure and you lighty punch his chest and laugh. "Sarang" you called her and extended your arm and she joined you two. "Finally!!!" You heard and found Mika, Wooyoung and Mingi with little poppers and Yunho slid the ring on your finger. 

Yes, you finally moved in and Sarang was so happy. You both divided chores, sometimes Yunho would do your part if he sees you stressed. Of course his monthly haircuts were now given by you, he'd even let you dye his hair. Sarang was happy to have a mom now. 

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So here you are with your bridesmaids Mika and Flower boy (Mika and Wooyoung's son) walking down the aisle to get wed to the love of your life. His eyes glisten as he saw you walking towards him, his best man, Wooyoung beside him and Sarang the ring bearer with him. You were ready for your forever. 

It's been 3 years since and today, it's your wedding day. It would have been a year ago but you had a difficult time convincing your parents. They were originally a bit apprehensive towards the idea of marrying 'a man who has a child' but when they finally agreed to him and Sarang, then saw the three of you together they agreed, they just wanted you to be happy. 

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Masterlist

[xeriprincess]

Ateez as love languages (receiving)

I kind of went off on some of them, deepest apologies in advance

Hongjoong

Acts of service

As the leader, Joong takes care of his members on both a professional and personal level. He loves taking matters into his own hands and knowing they rely on him, and he's damn good at it. When the others are going through hard times, he'll emotionally support them as best he can.

However, he also loves to sit back and be pampered for a change. Despite loving his role as leader, there's no denying how much mental energy it requires of him.

So when you clean up his work desk, bring him a coffee to work, or take off his makeup after a long day, he WILL melt in your hands.

Not needing to worry about practical things, knowing there's someone looking out for him, is what makes him feel loved.

Seonghwa

Quality time

Hwa puts tremendous effort into keeping up his appearance- both physically and emotionally. Making sure he's putting his best foot forward is extremely important to him, but is obviously not an easy task.

For Hwa, some quality down-time with you is invaluable.

Late night walks, movie nights and roadtrips.

Being in an environment where he doesn't need to watch his words, worry about how he looks, or worry about your perception of him is his personal utopia.

Yunho

Words of affirmation

Yunho is a moodmaker through and through- he has a bright personality, great sense of humor, and good people skills. Brightening the mood and making any given situation more fun is something he does both consciously and unconsciously.

He takes great pride in bringing joy to others, so when his efforts are acknowledged by you, Yunho really feels complete.

Affirming his positive qualities is the best thing you could do for Yunho- he wants to know you see him as good.

Yeosang

Physical touch

Sang is a very nonverbal guy when it comes to his emotions, love included.

I'm inclined to give him the most silent love language, which allows him to receive affection without leaving his comfort zone.

Shoulders touching sitting side by side, light kisses, fingers grazing each other under the table.

He'd look at you with sparkles dancing in his eyes, conveying more than a thousand words ever could.

San

Physical touch

On the other end of the spectrum we have San.

If Yeosang is light touches and eye contact, Sannie is tight embraces and desperate kisses.

He has no problem expressing himself with words, but feels the most secure in your embrace. No amount of PDA would scare him away, as that's when he feels your love the most.

When he's stressed, he needs that grounding touch to come back to earth.

Mingi

Receiving gifts

Don't get me wrong, Mingi isn't by any means a materialistic guy. He just loves to be pampered :)

The idea that he always has a piece of you with him, in the form of one of your gifts, would make him giggle.

He'd love any kind of gift, no matter how small- a pretty rock you found, a flower you picked on your way home, or a stickynote with a cute message left on his belongings.

Be it accessories, clothing or jewelry, he'll wear it on his person at all times. It'd be his way of silently showing you off.

Wooyoung

Acts of service

A bit controversial i know, but i have a lot to say here

Woo is a super bright guy who has no problem expressing his affection for others through words and physical touch.

Which leads to me to believe that these love languages wouldn't be AS special to him on the receiving end, because they come so naturally to him.

Hence, I believe acts of service would be the way to make him feel the most loved.

He would love to know you're thinking about him even when he's not there. To him, that's the ultimate show of affection- receiving your attention without even being there to command it.

As someone who tries his best to understand anyone he meets, you doing your best to understand him makes him feel special.

Jongho

Words of affirmation

Being quite reserved, Jongho doesn't come off as someone who needs a lot of praise, which is why he's kind of starved for it.

Except his vocals, which are rightfully praised left and right, the other parts of him are not complimented as much by those around him.

Which is why he'll melt if you tell him how handsome he looks, how much you love his smile, how he takes such good care of you.

He loves receiving praise, even if he doesn't always know how to respond.

[sannieworldeu]

First Time - C. San (One Shot)

Genre: SMUT +18, Fluff, Soft Dom and some cussing! (Please do not read and leave if you’re not 18 and up)

Pairing: San x Fem! Reader

Word counts: 1.6k!

Summary:

San and you have been dating for 5 years already.

One day, he came home after practicing with the members feeling a bit horny. You weren’t really prepared for it until a week later you finally had the urge to tell him that you want it.

FYI: I didn’t really go back and proofread it so there might be some grammar and spelling errors on it so yeah..ignore that lol.

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It’s been 5 years already and you guys are still going strong. Time flew by so fast right before you even blink. Every day would be the same, some would be him taking you out on dates, kisses and cuddles, but never going too far because he wants to wait for you. For you to let him know that you allow him to go forward and prestige it to the next level. However, out of all days today was a bit different. He was being weird. ‘What I mean is…is he trying to seduce me?’

All I ever knew is that he is such a patient man. But San’s been smiling at me whilst grazing his lips with his right thumb. You could tell that his eyes were filled with lust and his breath kept getting heavier. “Are you okay? You’re acting weird today,” You look at him with your eyebrow furrowing but his facial expression stayed the same until he snapped back to reality and replied, “Y/n…I think the drink that Wooyoung gave me is not normal.”

“Pfft, what do you mean ‘not normal’ no way, he’d put something in there?” You grab the drink that San had and start to observe what was inside. You can see some small things swirling inside as you look at him, his sweat was coming down from his forehead to his jawline. You gulp down your saliva looking at him.

San throws his head back as you can see something growing bigger inside his pants. He starts panting when he takes off his jacket to cover it. You couldn’t even process what the fuck just had happened.

“It's quite hot isn’t it?”

“San it’s literally 48 degrees today, what do you mean?”

“Y-you know..my stomach kinda hurts. I think I'm going to use the bathroom.” He was about to leave but you grabbed his wrist.

“I think..you’ve been waiting long enough right?” You said looking down at your feet too embarrassed to look at him.

He turns his head back and chuckles while patting your head. “Baby, you think you’re ready? Let me know when you ‘know’ that you are ready, yeah? I don’t want to rush or force you.”

By the time you look up you already hear the door shut. You sigh in disappointment but honestly you weren’t ready for it.

~Next week~

“Y/n-ah! Wooyoung called us to go to his house at 4 pm so get ready.” San yelled across the bedroom playing games on the computer while you were at the kitchen too busy cooking and looking at the recipe that you didn’t even hear anything.

“Babe? Babe?” San called out again but still, no sign of your response.

Quickly he took off his headset and ran to the kitchen and back hugged you.

“You fool, you were so focused on the food that you didn’t even hear me? Am I not important?” His head is now resting on top of your right shoulder looking at you while you were cutting the meat.

“Of course you are, I just don’t want to fail again. I need to get the recipe right this time. This is going to be so delicious!” You broke the hug to go wash your hands as San stood there still looking at you.

“What? Do you need something?” You look back to see him all pouting as his head slowly lower down to look at the floor.

“Babe,” you cup his face and smile at him. “What? Want me to make it up for you?” You ask as he starts smirking.

“Uhm what’s with that face?” You were about to take your hands off his face but he grabbed both of them and intertwined with his.

“I’ve been lying…I said that I will wait for you but honestly I want you. I can’t go on a day without thinking of it actually. I’m sorry I’m a bad person.” His confession made your heart flutter as you tried to hide your smile.

“Stop.”

“you are making me blush even more.”

“But I am telling the truth…just to let you know, you know…okay now I’m gonna go back.”

“San.”

You call his name as he turns around and faces you.

“Hmph?”

“Let’s not go anywhere, I…wanna do it tonight.”

After that day Wooyoung gave him that drink. Your view on him just hits different. How can he look this good?

Of course you went home and watched it. To see, watch, and find some experiences that you might need to also give pleasure for San. However, you were scared that you won’t be good enough for him.

“Are you sure babe?” He quickly comes towards you and puts your hair strands right behind your ear. “Yeah but after when I’m done with the cooking. So I can have enough time to prepare for..you.”

~later that night

You were done with the cooking which you were gonna call San to come eat but someone was at the door.

“Oh! Y/n! Where’s San? We brought some fruits and meat for you guys!” The old couple that lives near you guys always come and visit the both of you since you guys always help them out.

“Oh, san’s in the room. I made food just in time so come and eat some before you guys go.”

“Oh please, thank you so much but we really have to go somewhere. It’s getting quite late and we need to run for something else.” The grandma said as San came behind you.

“Where are you guys going? I can take you both if you guys don’t mind.”

After 5 minutes of them resisting, they finally let San take them to their business as you were now waiting for him to come home.

“Y/n, are you guys really not coming..?” Wooyoung called as you were trying to make up excuses to cover what you guys were gonna plan to do.

“Yeah, we can’t come.” You said.

“But-“

“Woo-you kn-but-I-“ You lied trying to end the conversation by acting like your connection was cutting off.

“I’m back.” As soon as you hear San’s voice, chills run through your spine. “Holy shit!” You whisper but San heard it.

“What happen?” He asked concerned.

“O-oh nothing.”

“So, about earlier…let’s go to bed.”

He grabbed you in a bridal style as you buried your face in his chest. “Idiot, shouldn’t we eat food first.”

”I am, aren’t I?” He started walking to the bedroom as he gently lay you down on the bed and locked the door.

“San..”

“Shhh…”

He shushed you with his fingers and started kissing you passionately. As it goes on, the kiss turns into a make out session and so it goes on and on until you allow him to really go full out.

“Are you sure I am the one?” You can tell how he started doubting himself but you held his face and kissed him. “Of course,” he smile back at you and started pecking your cheeks, jawline, neck, and collarbones. Followed by his fingers grazing through your hair and face you can finally feel his body weight on yours and nothing feels safer than this moment right now.

He starts unbuttoning your shirt off and lifts you up to take your bra off as he asks again, “Can I?” He didn’t want to make you feel too uncomfortable as you chuckled at how many questions he is asking and started smiling. You nodded your head but immediately, “Can we…turn the lights off?” You asked. “Anything for you my baby.” He got up and turned the lights off.

His touch was somewhat out of this world. You were now wishing that it would always be like this forever.

His hands slowly traced down from your neck to your underwear and started rubbing it.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable tell me okay?”

“Mhm..” you reply back in a heavy and breathy way as you can feel how big it is growing.

“S-sannie” You are getting wetter and wetter as each time he is working with his fingers on you.

“I’m going to put it in now okay? I’ll go slow..”

“Okay…” you took a deep breath as you can feel his tip rubbing a part of you.

Each time it touches your sensitive spots, your body would flinch as you were holding his hands moaning in a mess for him.

You can feel it going inside you whilst your moans are also getting louder.

You start to whimper in pain but as it goes on it feels so good.

His thrust that was once slow and gentle turns into faster and rougher pace.

“I love you baby,” San held your waist as he came down and put his weight on you once again while kissing your neck and started moving.

“I-love you-too.”

Missionary was one of them. You hug him so tight and clinch your fingernails inside his back every time he comes down on you.

“Don’t you hide your moans away from me, I love hearing it.”

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Guys, I’m finally back with another one shot for San. I’ve been procrastinating but here it is. My first smut for him please feel free to read it only if you are 18 and up. Baby atiny, get out! You’ve been warned. Hope you guys enjoy it.

[appynonna]

Our Universe

Chapter 12: Level of Concern Pairing: Poly!OT8xoriginal chararters Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3,337 Words

Trigger Warning: pet names. Teasing. Nothing bad at all I do believe.

This is a work of fiction. By no means is meant to be taken seriously and does not reflect on the people used within the story.

Previous Chapter -> Here Master list -> Here

Arthur notes: Hello dearies, So with trying to get the chapters longer, I'm not going to push them out as quickly, Most likely once a month or so. I currently am working on this story, How Ari Meets the Guys, as well as another story. The new story is still in the works and I don't know if I'm going to run with it yet or not. In the meeting chapters, I have Mingi's chapter almost done and Seonghwa's is about halfway done.

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A few minutes later Yechan came back with a covered glass bowl and a long spoon. "It had this on it," She said handing me the chicken starch note.

'You need to eat. ~ W'

"Wooyoung left you a snack?" Seonghwa asked smiling like he already knew, Mostly he did. It turned out to be a fruit salad. Strawberry, Kiwi, Apple, and Dragon Fruit.

"It also has a bit of mixed berry jam," Hwa said. I nodded grabbing the spoon and taking a small bit as Seonghwa and Yechan returned to talking about animal Crossing.

Pulling out my phone I started scrolling through a random social app Send stupid memes to Kai that made me laugh, and a few to San.

After a few minutes, I felt the bowl be lifted out of my lap. I looked up at Yechan. "You were nodding" She stated, I looked over at the phone.

Seonghwa was still sitting in the low light but now Yunho was next to him. "Good Morning Peach" Yunho gave a soft smile, His glass sitting low on his nose.

"Annyeonghaseyo YuYu" I replied as Siren jumped up into my lap.

"Siren Down," Seonghwa said, making the dog in question look up at him, only to lay his head back down on my stomach. Seonghwa clicked his tongue. Siren set up again but looked behind the sofa at our front door.

"Siren?" Yechan called out turning to the door, At the same moment the door opened. The dogs alerted at the same time Yechan turned towards the door. Her matte black gun was at the ready.

"Listen here you little shit" Rhea walked into the living room as I watch in disbelief, Yechan was confused "How did you get in here," She asked looking down the slide of the pistol confused

"Don't worry about that" Rhea replied walking up to the sofa that I was sitting on.

"You can't just bust up in here like that, I could have shot you!" Yechan tried to tell her, But Rhea had her attention on Ari.

"Your life is more important than just blowing off a drug overdose" Rhea's eyes were watering a little bit as she continued " Someone drugged you and you're acting like it's just a random Tuesday" Siren kept looking between the two of us, Almost like he was unsure as to who he needed to go to.

"It's not big of a deal" I tried to tell her, petting Siren's head "It's not the worst thing that has happened to me" I smiled at Rhea, trying to play down the growing situation.

If I could measure the level of concern that was on her face on a scale of one to ten, It would have been an eleven.

"What do you mean Ari?" Seonghwa beat her to the question "Ari?" Yechan added. Looking between Yechan and Rhea then back to the phone, My head was spinning. "I-I" I stuttered looking back and forth between them

"NO," I said getting up from the sofa and taking off upstairs.

-3rd POV-

"Yechan, what is happening?" Yunho asked leaning towards the phone. Given that he used the legal name and not Her given Nickname, Yechan knew he was worried.

"I'll be back," Rhea said walking into the kitchen Yechan turned back to her phone "I don't know, but I think she got overwhelmed," Yechan told them looking towards the stairs

"I think she has something she needs to work out" Yachan reached for the phone as Rhea came back into the living room, Putting her Phone into the Pajama shorts pocket.

Walking around the sofa Rhea sat beside the other girl. "Ari hasn't talked to you much about before she came to town, has she?" She asked Seonghwa eyebrows knitted

"She has spoken a little bit of it, She is from Soule City, Shitty parents, No siblings" He added "I think Hongjoong tried to find her parents back at the beginning but nothing came of it," Yunho said playing on his phone.

"Ya, I know 'Ari' is a nickname that she goes by but I'm unsure of her real name," Rhea said taking the phone from Yechan "You know, because of privacy" She Side-eyed Yechan.

"Don't give me that look" Yechan's voice raised "We check everyone out that we work or have relationships with"Yechan crossed her Ams over her chest

"Besides I could kill anyone 127 different ways" Yechan smirked at Rhea

"If I didn't know you that would be very alarming," Rhea said as the others laughed together

"Someone needs to go check on her," Yunho said after a few minutes "She gets in her head too easily" he added "I'll go see if we can figure out where she went," Seonghwa said getting up leaving the girls with Yunho.

"Where are you at anyways?" Rhea asked Yunho

"We had to go up to Ganji city but we should be back later tomorrow or the following morning," he told the redhead "I'm going to get off here and try to get some sleep, If anything happens please call." He said then Yechan took the phone and stepped outside to talk to her husband privately.

Rhea pulled out her phone while waiting for the couple to talk.

-Ari POV-

I wasn't sure why I ran, I knew I could talk to any of them about the past and nothing bad would happen. They had always welcomed me with open arms, But I couldn't.

The past should stay in the past.

Wrapping the blanket around me I climb in San's bed, Holding his babies close to my chest. Sandeoki and Wooyonyang. The room had the purple low lights on, My phone lighting it up making it brighter.

Joongie

Connecting the video I could see that he was sitting at his desk. There's my love" He said with a smile "Yeosang told me you had a rough night" I nodded at him, hugging the stuffies tighter to my chest

"It's been a lot and everything just feels like it's too much," I told him my voice shaking

"I wonder if it would have been better if I had stayed in Soule City" Looking at the screen he was watching me, Intensely listening.

"I know Namjoon said it was for the best that I left but I wonder if he was right" Hongjoong eyebrow went up at this little information. "If you hadn't left then we wouldn't have ever met," He told me leaning slightly toward the phone

"But I have brought you nothing you nothing but trouble lately" I tried to argue back but he wouldn't have it "You are worth it and so much more" He placed his hand under his chin.

The family ring shone brightly.

-3rd POV-

"Are there a few things in the past that I would change? Yes, But I still would want you here. We all do, We love you, and nothing you say or do would change that. The past is the past and you are our future" If Hongjoong could have hearts in his eyes he would, as he looked at Ari with all his love.

Ari wiped the tears off her cheeks.

"Thank you Hongjoong" Ari Whispered to him.

"Anything for you my love." He smiled again "Want to see what I been working on?" Hongjoong asked trying to take her mind off the sour subject, But making a note as to why Namjoon's name was brought up.

Ari nodded, and Hongjoong smiled Nervously. He was holding up the sketchbook that he normally carries in his work bag everywhere. He placed the book back on the table and picked up his phone, flipping the camera around to show the sketch right side up.

It was a beautiful dress design, It looked like it was supposed to be a floor-length ball gown. You could tell that he had tried to do something in the middle of the dress but erased it a few times.

"I wanted to have a crystal-looking design here" He pointed to the part that was erased with the pencil. "But I just can't make it look right" Hongjoong let out a sigh. "It's pissing me off" he added flipping the phone back around

"You could ask Yunho for help with it" Ari offered. The tired man nodded. "I was going to, Just haven't had the right moment to. " He said with a soft smile, The Corner of his mouth curly up.

"Feeling Better now," Hongjoongs asked the sleepy girl. She nodded A little bit "I am" Ari nodded "Close your eyes, love," Hongjoong said, Ari did as she was told.

Ari fell asleep to Hongjoong softly singing as he worked on the dress design.

"I'm drivin' around in my car. I'm drivin' too fast, I'm drivin' too far. I'd like to change my point of view. I feel so lonely, I'm waitin' for you"

Hongjoong was mindlessly singing as Ari slept on, Stopping every few minutes to look at the sleeping girl.

-Ari POV-

Waking up I was still in San's bed. Checking my phone I had an unread message from Joongie.

Sleep well, my love. ~ KH

I laughed a little at it and sent him back a message that I loved him too.

I checked the time as I tried to get out of bed, 1:23 pm. Tried to push the blanket off me it didn't budge "Siren Move" I tried to wiggle my legs, Still, I was unable to move.

Sitting up I was able to see that it was not SIren in the bed with me but Rocky. Django was lying by the door. No Siren in sight.

"Rocky, why are you in the bed?" I asked the overgrown Pup as he rolled over on me, His stomach landing on mine, I scratched his head. "Come on, Up" I patted his back making him get up. I followed him out the door, Django following us.

Heading downstairs Rhea was on the sofa hugging Siren, Odd. Yechan's bedroom was shut but her office door was open.

Walking over to her office I could see she was at her deck looking at one of her monitors. I knocked to not startle her. Dune lay in his dog bed off to the side of the desk.

"Morning sleepy head" Yechan looked up for a second as I made my way to her.

"Something wrong?" I asked once I was at her desk. The monitor had the office security cameras showing. "I think so, I got an alert from the office but no one is showing in the building," She said pulling her phone out "I'm going to call Intak and have him go have a look," She said as she dialed the number placing it on speaker.

I sat on her desk.

Yechan eyed me for a second as I was fiddling with one of her pens, Trying to spin it between my fingers only to drop it when she grabbed my leg closest to her. Pulling me over slightly and placing my foot on the chair. Yechan started to rub under my knee tickling me as her phone started to ring.

I closed my eyes at the warmth from her hands. The guys had always told me Yechan always felt hot, Now I see what they mean.

"Hello?" A male voice called out, I jumped slightly. "Hey, Intak can I get you to do me a favor?" Yechan asked as she ran her nail along the back of my knee making me laugh a little bit

"Ya, I'm just finishing up what I was doing now, It should only take me a few more minutes. What do you need?" He asked, a tapping could be heard from the other end of the phone. "Can you go by the office and make sure it's all closed up?" She asked him. Leaning towards my knee, her lips lightly touching the scar on my knee.

"I'm here now, I'm in the building," Intak told her.

Yechan pulled away from me quickly dropping my leg in the process of turning back to her laptop. She muted her phone turning to me "Call Jongho and give him the run down" I nodded pulling my phone out and calling him quickly

The phone connected after the first ring "Ari, we are in the meeting right now" He quickly said as a door closing could be heard. "I know, I'm sorry. Yechan asked for me to call you" I quickly explained to him what was happening with the cameras not detecting.

"It's showing like that on mine too, Tell Yechan to go down and check out the office herself," He said "But I have to go back in there now, If something happens call me back" He then disconnected the call.

I walked back over to Yechan's desk "He said to go check it for yourself, and to let him know" Yechan nodded "Go get dressed and we will head into town" Yechan was typing away on her keyboard "We?" I asked her, and she nodded. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until the guys get back" She then turned and looked up at me from her office chair "Now little bunny, Go get dressed"

I could feel my mouth go dry. Nodding I walked out of her office, past Rhea who raised an eyebrow as I hurried past her. Quickly made my way upstairs with Django behind me. I grabbed the first thing I saw in my closet and a white long-sleeve shirt to go under it. Putting my hair up into its normal ponytail, I did my makeup quickly and put on my lacy white ruffle socks. Grabbing my black heels I went out the door heading back downstairs.

Rhea was still in her Pajamas but Yechan was dressed to the T, Corset and all. She had left her black curls down, The Black dress pants and white shirt had a black corset holding the look together along with looked like black boots with red soles. "I swear, could you look more polar opposite" Rhea said as she stood up from the sofa. I looked down at what I was wearing and then back to Yechan. Completely opposite.

Her black and white with a touch of red business was so starkly different from my short blue dress. It had a pop of black in it but the long white puffed-sleeve shirt out shined the little bit of black. Looking back at Yechan's sharp outfit, something was missing.

"Oh," I said then took off back upstairs "Ari, We need to head out" Yechan shouted behind me "Two seconds" I hollered back.

"One, Two" Rhea said laughing then yelled "Ow" I had to guess Yechan hit it. Heading back to my room and into the closet, I walked over to wear all of my hair accessories hung up. I quickly spotted the little Silver rhinestone stone star.

Quickly running, and almost falling, back downstairs. Rhea was sitting on the arm of the sofa and Yechan the tapping her foot while looking at her phone. Walking over to her I was able to tell that with her heels she was not slightly taller than me, I pulled her over to the stairs. "What are you doing?" She asked, I hushed her as I stopped at the stairs, and stepped up so I was taller than her again, Rhea watched with a smirk. I pushed Yechan slightly to one side making her turn then quickly pushed the baby hair behind her ear pinning it down with the little star.

"That's better" I stepped off the step and walked past Yechan to where my heels sat on the floor.

-3rd POV-

Yechan turned watching as Ari walked over to the shoe rack, Sitting down to put on the shiny black shoes. Turning around to Rhea, Yechan raised an eyebrow at her "She does that" Rhea walked past her heading to get her keys "I got to go to the apartment then to the shop" She then walked out the door right as Ari called out she was driving.

"What the hell is going on?" Yechan said to herself, following Ari out to the garage, and Dune followed her. Dune loaded in the back seat, Yechan bulked up as Ari pulled out of the garage not wearing a seat belt.

Ari [poked the other girl's hand "You good?" She asked Yechan. "Yeah, You just keep surprising me is all," Yechan told Ari, making her smile. "that's a good thing, Right?" Ari asked

"Yes, That's a good thing," Yechan told her and the two fell into a comfortable silence only to have it be broken by Ari's phone going off. A message comes up on the car's display that a text was received from Sannie.

Ari picked up her phone looking at the screen to see it say a photo was sent and then sat the phone back down, screen side down. "Everything ok?" Yechan asked looking at Ari's blushing face, Knowing full good and well what kind of photos San likes to send.

"YOu should check it" Yechan advised watching Ari's ears turn redder "It's fine, it can wait" Ari waved out her Right hand, Hoping thatYechan would drop it "But it might be important" Yechan offered innocently "No it's fine" Ari went to grab the phone sitting between the two girls but Yechan grabbed it first "I'll check it for you" Yechan smiled, swiping the phone up to unlock it.

"NO" Ari Yelled reaching for the phone. Yechan pulled back and leaned against the door. "Oh, you're full of surprises today. Why don't you want me to check it?" Yechan asked, Ari's face was as red as a cherry now. She mumbled "Because" as she fanned her face with her hand. If the blushing could get worse it would have.

"Because is not a real answer" The look on Ari's face was priceless as the blushing girl made a whining noise "Because why Ari?" Yechan playfully poked Ari's cheek drawing attention to her warm cheeks. "Because," Ari said as Yechan leaned on the center console placing her hand under her chin, "Because?" The banter was playful.

"Because it could be anything from a butterfly to a Dick" Ari tried to reach for the phone again while Yechan laughed at the blushing girl. "Bunny, You act like I haven't slept with him before," Yechan said so nonchalantly pulling the photo up on the phone. Yechan smiled.

"Oh, That's so Sweet. He has such a beautiful heart" Yechan poked her bottom lip out placing a hand over her chest "oh, Let me see," Ari said looking over at Yechan and then back to the road quickly. Yechan turned the phone around, trying not to laugh.

Ari made a noise that sounded like a mix between a whale, a mouse, and a strangle.

It was a classic San photo, He was sitting in front of a mirror holding up his phone to take the photo. The black and white silk shirt was left completely open, along with the black faux fur coat over it. His toned tan chest and abs were on full display.

Yechan was laughing as the car veered a little and quickly straightened up. "Yechan" Ari whined, taking her phone from the short woman. "I'm sorry, You're just too easy to mess with," She said pulling her out of her phone and typing something quickly before putting it back up.

By the time Yechan stopped her laughing and Ari's breathing was under control, Ari was pulling into the small parking lot of the office.

Intak was sitting on the steps in front of the door. "Is it just me or does he look guilty?" Ari asked leaning on the steering wheel "Yeah, He does." Yechan replied taking her phone out and sending a message to Jongho letting him know that they got to the office. He just replied with "Ok, I'm watching."

[nonclassyparty]

i wonder what's everyone favourite chapter of svoh. because all of them are on different level of pain. SO WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE??? like the one you could read all over again.

mine would be when you end it. it's insane. the way i thought oh maybe maybe finally mc love herself enough to not counting days for things to end, but no she didn't. not yet.

like it show really so much about how you need to love yourself first before anything, you know? but i like all of it! i like her relationship all of them! like (SPOILER ALERTT)

with yunho(the very first heartbreak so outside the pain it bring me rage),

yeosang (the real enjoyer part but still side eye for sleeping with mc roommate),

hongjoong (OH HE DOES PISS ME OFF mostly because he ghosted her and make her doubt herself all over again),

seonghwa (man this one actually hurt because they point out each other flaws like they're going on a hunt)

AND YUNHO AGAIN (oh this one bring me pain too but i cheered at the fireplace scene like yes burn it burn his house too jk),

wooyoung (crying bleeding throwing up for this one you know why it's so obvious),

jongho one makes me want to put him on a nice coffin and throw him 6 feet down,

mingi. when i read the title i need to take a longggg breath because wtf. how can you cheat for months? WITH YOUR HIGHSCHOOL EX? FUCK YOU. his character can appear in front of me any time of the day and i will kick his ass as hard as i could (by all mean, i'm serious) not to mention mc's mother death this is 100% pain for me but there's the yunho closure so yeah

and san chapter is SUPER DUPER WHOLESOME. I LOVE IT. he's everything. and mc is finally alright at this part. she finally love herself, and met with someone who loves her and themselves just the same is important for her. i love to see her growth. and i love her kids! i love their fight to hehe. (when i read the ask about how you firstly consider yunho as the ending i nearly choked but yeaaayyy thank you for this)

so yeah i love the series so much i can't help but to wonder how others think about it. ESPECIALLY YOU. i love this series so much i sometimes have beef with it.

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OUUUUUUUUU interesting!!!!! this might be a little long of an answer but i'm in the mood to talk tonight so lets gooooooooo..

well each chapter has moments that i really enjoyed writing and all of them have parts from my own life and experiences that i stitched into them. that series was literally my baby and what i decided to use to introduce myself to you guys on tumblr so it's really important to me. but i do have my favorites hehe

for yunho (first part) it was the childhood friendships and describing the way their relationship grew since they were kids, all the changes you go through when you're a teenager and of course, the first love and the innocence of it all. also it brought up memories of my own childhood and high school years and out of all the chapters this one was the most personal one. it was just a joy to write. now that i'm older (not that old but in college lmfao) i feel like i didn't appreciate those years enough so it was really a nice way to start the series.

then there was wooyoung's part because it was almost like writing a summer romance (if you ignore the overload of angst lol). i think i managed to make his character someone ideal to meet in college, especially after you just got fucked over by an ex and i liked how it turned out altho i'm not a 100% satisfied with it, i feel like i could've inserted a lot more of their relationship (the happy times) into it but still, it's a favorite. i always enjoy writing about summer which you probably noticed from wooyo's part, san's part (i think mingi's, hwa's and jongho's as well but i can't remember now lol) and you will from the final part of starring role. so by default, wooyoung's part has a high spot on my list lol.

and THEN san's part. san's part was just pure daydreaming lol the last chapter was just a way to comfort myself (and everyone out there who feels like me maybe) that in life eventually you will find the right person and it will be someone completely unexpected. i liked how i wrote the relationship between san and y/n the most out of all the other parts. i loved how i developed his character in y/n's eyes from the annoying boy she sat next to at a party when she was in high school to the man she ends up marrying.

can you tell that yunho, wooyoung and san are my bias line from this? 😭 they're all nepo babies getting the best parts of my stories

[acciocriativity]

Hi, congratulations on 100 followers! I hope you recieve so much more. I would like to request a matchmaking ship with Ateez please.

Im Leo sun. I'm an Infj. My love languages are physical touch and words of affirmation. I'm very short 5'1. Medium to long brown hair. Brown doe eyes. Petite body type. I prefer fitted clothes, but I also like to wear oversized clothing. Cute, causal, and classy outfits. I love skirts, dresses, hoodies and jeans. I'm sweet, nice, cute, goofy, and very strong minded. I could be an overthinker at times, fun-loving, and a determined person. I could be a bit too nice sometimes. It's just that i care so much about other peoples feelings that I tend to put mine last. I don't like hurting peoples feelings, so try to avoid doing that. Though, if someone is directly being mean/rude to me or the people I love, I definitely will stand up for myself and the people I love. My sweet self will be gone. I love to make people happy and laugh. It makes me feel good. I love to sing, dance, play piano, and draw. I love to watch movies, but I'm not a fan of horror ones. I also love to spend time with my friends, they mean so much to me. I prefer having a small group of friends than a big one. It's not that I have a hard time making friends it's just I rather be close to a few people than to everyone and their mothers. I can be a bit reserved around new people because I'm someone who doesn't trust easily. I take my getting to know someone before i can trust them and be myself around them. I can be friends and get along with anybody as long as they are not mean to others for no reason. I can be very passionate about things I love. I absolutely love animals, but im not a fan of bugs, especially spiders( i have a huge phobia of spiders). My favorite animals are horses and wolves. Since this is matchmaking thing, I'll talk about what i like in a guy. Someone who is sweet and kind and who is considerate of others. Someone protective. No matter how good looking a guy is, if he is rude and doesn't think about others, i wouldn't want anything to do with him. I would love to be someone I can laugh and be goofy with. Someone to have deep convos with. I value conversation a lot, so I would love to be with a guy whom I can talk for hours without getting bored. Someone who can be vulnerable and sensitive. A guy who isn't afraid to show their emotions is attractive to me. Someone who will be flirty with me. Taller than me. Well dressed. Takes care of themselves. Someone passionate and determined. Honestly, I dont get crushes often, but when I do, l love them deeply

Thank you 😊

Link for the 100 followers event here

YOU MATCH WITH... WOOYOUNG

Ok, this one was so easy. It's interesting because you could bond easily through the things you mentioned like music, dance, drawing, movies etc (also not the scary ones, this gets the seal Wooyoung approved, like, have you seen him? He can't deal with anything horror). But I also see how you are a bit of opposite in other things like, the size of your friend group.

It's a known fact Wooyoung is a social butterfly, he gets along with everyone easily and he has quite a lot of friends in his social circle, but his ride-or-die friends are few like yours. I don't think that would be a problem because you don't have to mesh with them if you don't want to, but I feel like it's important to him that everyone gets along well when everyone is together.

Unlike you, Wooyoung is pretty much himself since the get-go, the difference is the level of information he's willing to share about himself when he just met someone. He's also not the one to trust easily, for a completely different reason (being a idol, of course). So he wouldn't have a problem with you being more reserved, since he would be too, but it would be hard to see it.

He's also the louder one in the room always, he knows how to keep the conversation going if you have trouble with that and one of his abilities is to make people socially comfortable around him.

He doesn't mind this "shallow friendship", more like casual friendship, where you don't reveal much about yourselves nor talk about a lot of private things, until you can trust each other to open up. He's right there with you in this one, he rather likes it more that way.

He doesn't do it often, nor with everyone for sure, but he's able to have mature and deep conversations, also he doesn't have a problem expressing himself and he also has a lot of social and emotion intelligence. He knows what he's feeling and how to deal with it, but he's also aware of others too.

All of your others points for a guy is the definition of Wooyoung. Sweet, kind, considerate like yes, as a friend and for sure as a boyfriend too. He knows how to balance the fun and seriousness. Also you ask for flirty?? Again, have you seen him???

The thing with him is he teases a lot, it's almost a love language so just don't take that personally, he's just joking around, but he has his sweet moments too (also he definitely matches your love languages!).

I could genuinely go on and on about how you match with him, but I'll stop here haha.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thank your for the request! Have a great day, lovely anon 💕👋

[armyhome]

Hate To Be Lame | woojong

⇢ summary:  In the competition to be the winner couple, two enemies must choose each other to win. The problem is that for them the competition between them is sometimes more important than the tv show.

⇢ pairing: Hong Jong x Wooyoung.

⇢words count: 793.

"I can't believe you didn't choose me, Hong Jong, what is wrong with you?" I saw that shit sarcastic small smile on his face "You know you are going to suffer too right? There's no winner here.." I point to both of us "We knew no one would choose us, the only way to survive would be choosing each other" 

"Oh I think your sweetheart Yunho would choose you… You both play volleyball so well this afternoon" I barely can hide my smile "Say that's no winner to yourself, see you here sleeping outside is my way to win Wooyoung" This boy is crazy, definitely, maybe that's why I'm so in lo… No Wooyoung you are not in love with him, Hong Jong is your nemesis, the villain of your cannon, the… " Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Just trying to figure out how can someone be so stupid and choose to sleep outside when we could have an argument eating expensive food at the hotel, maybe your last brain cell die" I  would need to prepare something for my dinner by the way so I turn around going to the kitchen so I feel Hong Jong's hand holding my wrist, I turn to look at him, he doesn't say a word "What? Can you let me go? I'm starving, I need to prepare something to eat cause someone didn't choose me so I can't eat expensive food, only noodles, like the past FOUR WEEKS " 

"Why do you make me doubt that you would choose me?" I blink slowly, we agree last week that we would choose each other so we could go to the hotel, wtf he was talking about? "Why do you play volleyball in the Yunho team? Why do you make so much effort to win?"

"First question, because differently of SOMEONE Yunho  pick me first for his team, the second I love to win, and I love even more when I'm winning against you…" Hong Jong was so close that I could feel his breath against my face.

"I thought you wouldn't choose me…" He confesses.

"I always choose you, my god, you're such a fool, Hong Jong, since high school, I'm always choosing you, you are the one that always didn't choose me back" I look inside his eyes, and is like he finally figure out.

He kiss me so intensely that we fall on the sand, but we don't stop kissing he was sitting on my lap, was like the whole solar system gets in line for that moment, we were so synchronized  like we researched every single movement, it takes everything in me to stop this.

"We need to stop, we're on tv Joongie" I whisper in his ear, and is like electricity hit his body, he jumps from my lap and takes a deep breath. 

"I'm sorry I get too much excited…" I smile fixing my hair.

"If you had chosen me you could be as much you wanted…" Hong Jong's face became red, was shame and angry at the same time I knew. 

"Can't you just get over this?" He asks impatiently.

"No, who you choose by the way?" Until now I'm trying to figure out who would be my enemy on my way to Hong Jong's heart, He looks at the sky without an answer.

"We should eat, it's getting later," Hong Jong's said, but he wouldn't trick me with food.

"You didn't choose Seonghwa, right?" His face became even redder "You know, I'm jealous, but Soobin is on another level, right? I just can't believe you choose him over me too!" Hong Jong hugs me.

"I was mad, I wasn't thinking right, I hate losing to you, and I hate even more when you were all laughs and smiling with Yunho, was my fault at the end I'm sorry…" He kiss my face multiple times.

"Don't worry next week I'll choose San!" He blinks slowly and steps back.

"Your ex-boyfriend? Really Wooyoung?" My eyelid shakes after a hear that.

"You choose Seonghwa!" That man would make me so mad that I would have a heart attack.

"He is not my ex Wooyoung…" I take a deep breath.

"Seonghwa is your first love, is the same freaking thing!" Hong Jong sigh and slap his own forehead. 

"How could I fall in love with such a stupid being? Who cares about first love when I want you to be my last Wooyoung?" Okay, that makes me speechless, and this is a hard thing to do.

"Are you in love whit me?" He blinks slowly realizing what he just let escape, he uses his hand to cover his mouth as he wishes unsaid the words "AND EVEN LIKE THAT YOU DIDN'T CHOOSE ME?" 

[here4theheartbreak]

I DID SEE THEM DO THE CHALLENGE WITH MINHO!! I LOVE IT WHEN WORLDS COLLIDE. Also, I read that Minho's dad knows San's dad?? San's dad knows everyone, it's insane. He must be the most connected man in Namhae. Anyway, I Ioooooove that Ateez do all these challenges now. 🧡🧡🧡

HELLO?? WOO AS THE K-DRAMA ROOKIE WHO DESTROYS THE VITAL EVIDENCE?? Yessss, please. It'd be so funny though. He'd play it so well. I want ittttttt!

The fancall was so sweet! San let him talk and he listened really well, just like he does with every other fan telling him something important. A whole king. But, really, I suppose he's just an actually decent man! 🌸👑

Definitely! Fans of boy groups are 'expected' to be girls/women. I think this might be a bit different when these groups go on tour in the rest of the world. Here in Europe, while the majority are still girls and women there's quite a lot of boys and men too. And everyone just blends in/together. So, I think these groups kind of get used to seeing and interacting more with male fans outside of SK at least. So, they become a little less of a 'novelty'.

Oh, yeah! There's no gendering in Ateez songs, I always forget that but it's true! And they change words when they do covers. I love it so much. 🩷

I agree. In the past, I have definitely seen interactions between male idols and male fans that are just kind of... uncomfortable viewing. So, I can't even imagine what that would feel like to be that person. Or to be someone who is a fan of that idol, and be male, or transmasc, or anything that isn't, once again, 'expected'. Even for me, I find it very off-putting? Unnerving? Uncomfortable?

I'm so glad you found comfort in the call and in San's responses and interactions! 🥺 Like you say, he didn't know it would end up online, he was just focused on the person that he was speaking too.

And you are SO RIGHT about how easy it is to say 'equal rights', and donate to charities. It's so broad and impersonal??? Literal homophobes/transphobes could do it without blinking. This kind of stuff, these ground level, one to one, interactions actually matter because they SHOW YOU what's real. I know people say music is just music blah blah blah. But K-pop is sold to us as a package - music, content, fashion, makeup, culture, dance, their actual personalities. So, I always try and determine how 'safe' a group is before I get into them properly. I really don't want to support someone, or give someone that much of my attention, if I don't think they'd actually have my back in a bad situation. And no other group has nailed that for me like Ateez has. And I mean that sincerely. I've been a fan for how long now? Over four and a half years? And not ONCE has a single member made me unsure or made me doubt anything.

It's like how Hongjoong was wearing his little LGBT keychain thing on his trousers in that vlog with his brother in Spain. He didn't know anyone would see it. It was only visible because he happened to try clothes on in a shop and he took his cardigan off. That's the energy I need. Consistent. Personal. Real.

And those few anti-lgbt atiny will say 'what else are they gonna say, they have to be nice to you' until the cows come home. BUT Hongjoong doesn't have to keep wearing that rainbow keychain. Seonghwa didn't have to show everyone that LGBT pride edition toothpaste that he owned and make a coming out quip. Yunho didn't have to tell a fan 'love is love, it doesn't matter with who, as long as you're happy in your heart'. Yeosang didn't have to personally reply to that tweet where an Atiny had put bisexual flags on his and Wooyoung's cheeks and call them '친구 에이티니'. Mingi didn't have to be so damn serious when he said 'thats not legally possible' because that fan jokingly asked when he was marrying Yunho. Sannie didn't have to be so attentive and kind on that fan call. Wooyoung didn't have to encourage (or be so invested in) that male fan when he told him he wanted to ask his male work colleague out. Jongho doesn't have to use these hearts, in this exact order, so often '❤️🧡💛💚💙💜'. All of these examples are things they didn't HAVE to do. They were completely unsolicited. No one at the company made them do any of these things. So, honestly, screw those (few) dumb fuckers who are convinced that people see support that's not there. I've never seen more heartfelt support from an entire group. Be queer, smash the system, stan Ateez. ✊🏴‍☠️🌈

/end rant.

Seonghwa won't invest in a lock to keep San out because as much as he hates it he loves it. He's always soooooo desperate to be 'WooSanHwa'. The way he flipped the pillow over when he remade the bed though. I think he just gets up in the morning and expects San to arrive at some point. 😭🤣

ALSO this competition everyone is currently involved in to try and be Yeosang's favourite?? Why is the battle this fierce? Why is this an actual thing? How did Yeosang become SO powerful? IT'S INCREDIBLE. Hats off to the man. He's got the whole group clammering and competing to be his favourite. It's like the hunger games.

Yessss. Promotions have been a blast! I'm glad you had fun with it, especially of it's been a while! 💚🥺

You're welcome for the link! 💮🧡

OH, DID YOU SEE BABY CLOUD ARIN DOING THE BOUNCY CHALLENGE BUT, MORE IMPORTANTLY, SAYING SHE MISSES UNCLE WOOYOUNG?? DID YOU SEE HE LEFT HER A REPLY/COMMENT?? I CAN'TTTTTTTTT.

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Eep! My stack of albums finally arrived and I got a couple more cards I wanted! And am trading for a few that I want (bread San V_V Please - but my friend collects Mingi so a trade worked; and then I’m hunting desperately for peeking WooSan - I will own those two I swear 😩 - but anyways, these were my pulls for all my Outlaw albums ^_^ (Unless I am weak and spot a copy still in stock at our Target or B&N or sth).

Honestly tho - you say a king but just a decent man - but let’s be so blunt here; when it comes to celebrities, it really does feel like decency like this is rare enough that it is shocking and amazing. It sucks that it is, but it’s really nice to find folks who are. One of those expect nothing to the worst so you’re pleasantly surprised when you get the best type things.

Gendering - It’s one of the biggest things that bugs me in a lot of kpop - some songs do require gendered terms, I acknowledge that, and I know that they are playing to the majority of their audience; if you’re singing a song that says idk, be my girlfriend - then okay, yeah - you need to use a gendered term (Replay lol - comes to mind - though we all cringe a little over it lbvs - SHINee included 🤣) — but for the most part, you can manage a lot of “love” songs without actually using any form of gendered term in Korean? Like it seems very easy to keep general lyrics pretty neutral. And most of the time, when groups do use a gendered term, they’re sticking the english word “girl” into a lyric that… Really doesn’t need it? Esp when it’s not a love song (which I usually don’t love anyways) - but like, in the fan songs it particularly drives me up a wall - because it’s one of those things that I think unfortunately just alienates a group of fans (a small group but still).

And agreed relating to male fans - a lot of the times it’s “X from Group B surprised by male fan!” for like, concert clips or fansign videos, etc on YT and just… ??? Maybe don’t? Or when the members actually make a comment about it that doesn’t seem… Idk, they seem confused or less relaxed by it? I obvi don’t speak for everyone who has a male/masculine/transmasc identity - but for me it feels super uncomfortable, can’t I just be a person who is a fan of a group of performers? I feel far less welcome - not even just in fandom - but specifically by the member(s) that responded in that manner. (I will give OnlyOneOf massive props for that here as well. Obvi they’re a really supportive group overall, but it was really telling seeing firsthand how they treated male presenting vs female presenting vs androgynous fans (the answer is all the same. Zero hesitation to hug or chat with anyone regardless of the fans presenting gender or age and that was wild to me.) - And I would hazard that Ateez would probably be similar in that situation; I hope to find out for myself if it’s true one day V_V.

And yeah, no, you and I are super similar when it comes to our opinions on kpop. I vet potential new groups intensely before deciding to get into them. Obvi the broad you know, how old are they, what company are they under, what type of music - but then the much deeper - how many scandals have they had, what are those scandals, how did they deal with the actually problematic ones (like - dating scandals, idgaf, that’s stupid - but like, bullying, or CA, etc — I want to know exactly how they responded and how often it’s happened), do they have deep associations with x or y particularly disgusting people, etc. 🤣 My investigative skills are well honed.

But it’s because you’re exactly right - kpop is meant to be a parasocial type relationship that you as a fan are invested in. You should be interested in their personalities and what brands they promote and what charities they talk about, hell they do lives for their birthdays ffs. Ofc people do sometimes take it too far and that’s a problem - but I also acknowledge that it’s a part of the culture of kpop that you are meant to feel like you know them (or at least the persona they’ve created for their group) - and for me, that means expecting them or that persona to not be a horribly toxic human being.

Realistically - with a solid majority of the groups I like, it’s less “they’ve not done anything wrong” and more “I’ve excused x or y because it’s likely due to culture, age, etc” - I’ve had to make so many allowances for certain things just because I genuinely don’t know how many groups I’d have if I didn’t, and that’s ridiculous. So frankly when I was doing the vetting for Ateez and realized that I could only find a singular big issue - that was dealt with perfectly not only by the company but also the member in question - I was very confused. I kept digging trying to find something else because the thought that a group that’s been active for a handful of years hasn’t had anything - I mean these guys don’t even have an “oh they didn’t censor themselves in a rap song” type scandal which I pretty much expect when it comes to rappers in groups and don’t think much of esp if it was when they were much younger. — But nothing? At all? Are they real?? I remember asking the friend that showed me them - have they ever done something wrong?? All I can find is this one thing and then a bunch of just - general anti-fans from other groups doing their regular trolling. (She cracked up at that tho - said no, they’re one of the squeakiest boy groups around it feels like - and I agree - even their company passes so many bars that I’ve have had to just completely give up for other groups (even indie groups) - how tf??)

I usually take fan interactions with a grain of salt, bc they’re secondhand accounts, usually like - oh we met and he did/said this — that’s great, but I also know that that can be spun to make the person not look so bad. But actual video evidence - that’s not going to be spun. Not when you can see the idol’s expressions, watch how they process what’s being said, hear their responses, etc and - frankly - I’m socially anxious spectrum person from the queer community with a decade of psychology training, I know how to read expressions and body language, I have learned that skill for decades. THAT is the real indicator. And I was perfectly happy accepting this group as being supportive without that video evidence but honestly seeing it is so much more real, it’s that physical proof that I almost never get.

And all the evidence you listed as well, 99% of it - if they’d responded in a more neutral way, say, - Mingi making some joke instead of getting serious; Seonghwa saying he bought the toothpaste bc he thought it was pretty (or not commenting at all about what it meant); being far less invested (both San and Woo) with their male fans, just smiling and saying something general and nice.. All San had to say was thank you to that fan, and it would have made his day - but instead he took the time to respond thoughtfully and positively in a way that showed he listened and understood. — Nothing bad would have happened if they’d been more neutral. Nobody would’ve called them homophobes, horrible people, etc - because they would be acting like 90% of the groups out there, no active, open support or dislike, just neutrality. So the whole “they have to do it” - they really don’t, because they could be entirely neutral about things with no backlash. (Honestly probably would have had less backlash by remaining neutral because I’m sure anti-lgbt+ fans aren’t delighted by the support at all, and I wouldn’t be shocked if they lost a few fans over that support). They chose to be that supportive presence - the whole group, not just 1 or 2 nice members, but overall, they as a group have made that choice and that means something.

Adding into general support - the comment about how their group color should be rainbow when asked about official colors as well; and their whole subtle rainbow agenda during their Thanxx stages.

I’d also like to point out that it’s consistent. It’s not 1 or 2 times they were supportive and the rest is just meh, neutral. They’ve been consistent in this behavior for a long while. I just finished their pre-debut reality show actually, and couldn’t help but notice that during their improv class - they changed the genders, rather than playing a girl/boy - they played boyfriends; and instead of a girl bringing her boyfriend home to her parents, it was a boy bringing a boy home to his dads — Sure, it’s easy to say oh they just didn’t want to play girls, but that’s sort of a kpop thing it seems? Every group does that (and they’ve played girl roles in other shows so it isn’t that.) And when they were showing their first fanmeet - I noticed the camera showing male fans which, unless it’s an American or European program filming sth for kpop, I don’t think I’ve ever seen? I noticed hello82 doing it as well, but assumed since that’s an LA based company it was bc of that, but their pre debut show was headed by their own company iirc? - Which tells damn near all I need to know, and it’s all good.

(I could rant about this for hours because it’s just so damn nice to see so you’re not alone there lol)

Yeosang is adorable and should be everyone’s favorite, he’s just too sweet 😭It’s fierce because he’s a shy little guy and everyone’s gonna do everything they can to make him laugh 😂 - I adore him to pieces, I mean - I’m biased given my biases — but even before they were, he was absolutely one of the first members I noticed. He’s so cute and how someone that strong can simultaneously be so tiny - it is magic. Truly, he’s a wizard lol. He has every single member (and a solid chunk of the fanbase) absolutely smitten and whipped by him and nobody’s upset about it lmao.

I DID SEE ARIN, my God😭 - my heart genuinely needs a break from the cute with those kids. If they don’t have at least Woo back on the show soon I might implode (tho if it was just Woo the siblings would be upset, so I think they HAVE to bring back all of them. Or just hand the whole group over to the kids for a day. Jaeyul would be able to keep most of them plenty busy just by himself 🥹

[honeyhotteoks]

into the aurora - chapter five (ot8)

chapter five: you weren't even home to begin with

summary: you spend your first night at home with the boys at the dorms

warnings: none for this chapter. please let me know if I missed any.

pairings: ot8 x reader

genre: fluff, angst, romance, ateez ensemble x reader, polyamory, non-idol!reader, fem!reader, eventual smut

word count: 4.1K

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chapter summary: you sink into a new rhythm at the dorm during dinner

The dorms are a lot nicer than you expected, and far cleaner. They give you a tour excitedly, walking you through the space and pointing out whose room is whose and what the little trinkets or gadgets spread around are for. There are two doors, a main front door and a back door that connects to the private garage, which you find out quickly is the only door really in use to preserve some level of privacy. Both doors lead to a large main foyer which connects to the living room where an oversized gray sectional dominates one side of the wall. It’s sparse, but not decorated poorly at all. There is a lush carpet and clear acrylic coffee table, and to your joy, house plants. Large windows span the living room wall and spill into the kitchen which sits to the left, a bright clean space with a large white kitchen island and red sconce lighting hanging across the middle.

From there to the right there is a long hallway with stairs at the back and the boys note quickly that Yunho and San share a room on the bottom floor as do Wooyoung and Seonghwa and upstairs Hongjoong and Jongho, and Mingi and Yeosang. There are two bathrooms, one on each level, that you are surprised to find spotless, and finally a side room concealed behind two large sliding doors.

“We’ll convert this,” Hongjoong says as he slides open the double doors. There is a long plush couch against the far wall in this private room, and otherwise various items strewn about. A MacBook and headphones open on the side table, an easel tucked to one side, books littered about, and a cup of discarded tea. The room is otherwise fairly large and bright though and would work well as a space just for you.

“Sorry,” Yeosang starts packing up some of the drawing items and Seonghwa springs into action cleaning up the cup and pushing the books to fit tightly against the wall, “We really just use this space for a kind of office or creative space when we’re home.”

“Oh,” you exclaim, “I don’t mean to take it away from you!”

“Oh no,” Yeosang continues, “It’s smart to have your own space, we should have thought about it before.”

“Exactly,” Hongjoong nods, “We’ll have a bed ordered and whatever else you might need. The doors don’t lock, but we’ll respect your privacy of course if the doors are closed,”

You turn and smile warmly, “Thank you,”

“It’s the least we could do,” he replies, “we know you’re taking a big leap of faith here.”

It feels comforting to have it acknowledged, and thus far every comment from the boys has been hinged on your comfort, your consent, and with an understanding that your life fundamentally changes going forwards. In a way, the limb you’re standing out on with these eight men feels safer and more secure than any of your past relationships.

“We’ll let you get settled,” Seonghwa interrupts as the last of your bags and boxes is deposited on the floor of the room, “We’ll bring you some blankets and things that should be fine until we get everything ordered for you.”

“Thank you, thank you all,”

Dinner is waiting, but they leave you to get some space while they set up the table. You can hear them bantering a bit, but it sounds a bit more subdued, and you wouldn’t be surprised if they were a little nervous now that you were here, walking around in their space and making it your own. You look over to your things, a small pile of possessions. Two boxes and three carry-on size suitcases line up on the wall and it’s frankly shocking to you that this is all you found important out of your tiny apartment to keep with you. It amounts to your clothes, some books, a few small knick knacks, your cosmetics, electronics, yoga mat, and a stuffed plushie cat that you typically slept with. It takes you all of ten minutes to unpack the boxes, and you resolve to go through your clothes later, noting that thankfully there was a small corner closet to the room.

When you pull open the sliding door and make your way out into the main space the nerves wash back over you. You weren’t going home, you were home. In the span of a week, you had leased your apartment, moved to a new city, signed up for a new job with no real plan, and started a relationship with eight men. Eight idols. Your head is swimming as you look across the room and watch them setting up dinner and putting out the dishes.

You’re pretty sure a breathy sound escapes you because several of them look up to you. Jongho smiles warmly, “Okay?”

“Yes,” you nod, “I just realized I’m not leaving, I get to stay,”

They smile at you and Hongjoong pulls out a chair at the table for you. At a quick glance you see that there are nine chairs, and it warms you down to your core to think that there were probably only eight chairs here last week and now there is a place for you, built right in.

As you all sit down, Seonghwa is the first to break the slight pause in conversation. “I was thinking we could order you a few things for your room,” he’s seated directly to your left and angles towards you, “a proper bed and some other things. Maybe a desk?”

“A desk, that’s a good idea,” Hongjoong offers.

“That would be great,” you agree, “but I might wait a bit,”

“For what?” Seonghwa’s brows furrows.

You’re mid bite of your food, so you cover your mouth softly and finish chewing before offering, “I should get my first paycheck in a few weeks, and then I can really pick up a few things I’ll need.”

Seonghwa laughs, “You’re not paying for it,”

“Oh,” you lower your hand holding your chopsticks and meet his eyes.

“We didn’t buy the furniture here,” he says, “we can ask for a few things to be brought in, it’s no trouble.”

You’re quiet for a moment, considering his words, before you immediately snap your head to your right, “Hongjoong,”

“Mm?” He replies.

“Who is going to know about me? You have managers in and out of this place I assume, and staff that’s with you frequently?”

The conversation at the other end of the table seems to slow to listen to the response.

“Our direct managers know,” he says, putting his own chopsticks down and taking a sip of water, “they would have to otherwise we would have no way of explaining why you’re here. They’re discreet and understand the situation, the dynamics.”

“Okay,” you nod, “you’ll have to tell me who knows and who doesn’t, I don’t want to make a mistake in front of someone who shouldn’t know.”

He agrees and continues, “As far as anyone else? The staff otherwise can’t know, so we should all,” and he turns to address the rest of the boys, “be careful about being too familiar or informal in front of anyone else or at work.”

There is a murmur of agreement across the table.

“Will anyone in the production office know?” You ask.

“No,” he shakes his head firmly, “definitely not.”

“Who does Eden think I am then?”

“A new friend of mine,” Hongjoong says, “I didn’t tell him how we met, just that I heard your work and thought you were very promising.”

“Ah, so us being friends will explain some of the familiarity then,” you nod, “that’s good.”

“Mm,” Hongjoong nods and gently smooths his thumb over the back of your knuckles, “we’ll be careful. We’ll just have two worlds really, work and here at home.”

You nod and look across them, “Okay,”

“It actually helps that you’ll be working at KQ,” Jongho says from the other end of the table, his face thoughtful, “it won’t be strange that we’re seen with you or spending time with you outside of work, we’ll all just look like friends.”

“Good point,” Wooyoung comments, taking a bite of his dinner before continuing with his mouth half full, “and we don’t get that much attention in Korea, it’s really in the States where it’s worse,”

“They have a different celebrity culture,” Jongho notes, “much less privacy.”

“It’s really just people knowing you live here,” Seonghwa agrees, “otherwise we should be able to live fairly normally, so please don’t worry too much,”

You nod, “That makes sense, I just want to be sure I’m careful.”

San smiles from a few seats away, “We appreciate that,”

“Of course,” you smile back.

“When does work start?” Jongho gently turns the topic of conversation, and you notice how the light tension breaks, everyone feeling comfortable to start digging into their meals again.

“Ah, Monday,”

“Exciting,” Wooyoung comments, “Only a few more days of freedom,” he playfully quirks his eyebrows at you.

“Honestly, I’m looking forward to it,” you sigh, “I was officially getting tired of being a barista,”

“Oh, so you make delicious coffee, hmm?” Mingi teases, “we’ll have to remember that.”

“We have a very fancy espresso machine,” Wooyoung points to the kitchen behind him.

“Ah, I see,” you tease back, “so I’ll be your live in barista. Now I know your ulterior motives,”

Wooyoung is laughing, “Only two of us really know how to work the machine so,”

“Oh, so you need me to help take some of the work, I see,” it feels good to tease them, to lighten up and just be with them. Before now you weren’t completely sure what it would be like, but here you are playfully messing with Wooyoung and Mingi, while the rest of the boys trade shouts and comments.

“Oh!” Wooyoung exclaims, bouncing his hands on the table, “a game!”

“What game?” Yeosang asks him from the side.

“[y/n], guess our café orders,” Wooyoung gives you a wolfish smile, his tongue against his teeth, “I bet you can’t.”

“A bet?” you lean forwards, “please,”

“So confident!” Mingi exclaims, laughing.

“What will you give me if I win?” you narrow your eyes playfully at Wooyoung.

A chorus of “oohs” echo across the table and Seonghwa playfully nudges your arm.

“I’ll buy you coffee for the rest of the month.” Wooyoung says confidently, “but if you lose?”

You consider for a moment and think before saying, “I’ll make your coffee for the rest of the month.”

“Do you know how much coffee he drinks?” Yunho laughs pointing at Wooyoung, “that is a full-time job.”

“So, it’s a real challenge then,”

Wooyoung is delighted, clapping his hands together he leans forwards, “Agreed.”

You decide to go around in a circle, starting with Wooyoung. You playfully straighten up, taking the bet seriously and consider him. The boys around you are sniggering, slapping each other playfully as they watch you, murmuring comments to themselves.

“Iced coffee, iced americano. Black.” You say simply and Wooyoung’s eyes widen. You know you nailed it.

“That was an easy one, I always drink that,” he pouts and leans back in his chair.

“Jongho,” you turn to him, “you seem like…” it takes you a moment, but you finally land on it, “a latte, no sugar.”

The reaction of the other boys is enough to confirm your suspicion but Jongho nods at you as if you were a fierce competitor in battle, “Very good.”

You clap your hands lightly and smile, “Yeosang.”

“Hmm?” He is calm, regarding you carefully and leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.

By the way Wooyoung is giggling like mad, you know that he thinks this one would be the hardest for you, which tips you off immediately to the fact that this wasn’t going to be the normal coffee order.

You throw a smirk to Wooyoung before looking back to Yeosang and saying, “Judging by how pleased he is, you don’t necessarily prefer coffee.”

Yeosang’s expression says it all, and you hear Yunho and San exclaim in excitement. Yeosang leans forward slightly and gestures for you to go on.

“I think you like coffee, but you usually order tea. Matcha?”

Yeosang’s smile is small but offers confirmation, “I don’t know how you got that,”

You shrug, “I’m pretty good at reading people, at least for café orders,”

There’s a chorus of laughs and you hear San say to Seonghwa behind you that Wooyoung was going down. You shift to your right to regard Hongjoong and hum in contemplation.

Hongjoong’s eyes flick over you, his expression playful and teasing and the sharpness of his gaze almost shakes you, but you dust it off before confirming your suspicions, “Iced americano, but you also like iced… lattes I think.”

“You’re too good,” he says and Yunho claps in excitement from the other side of the table.

Wooyoung is sulking now, “This isn’t fair!”

“How is this not fair? You’re just losing,” San hysterically laughs, clapping his hands.

You grin at Wooyoung, “I think these four are the easiest too,” you gesture to the other half of the table, “so you better start getting ready for morning Starbucks runs,”

San stands, letting out a low teasing sound and pointing to Wooyoung.

You turn to your left now to regard Seonghwa. This close his face is even more stunning, but his expression is so soft and kind you can hardly believe that the man in front of you and the man you see on stage hyping up the audience are the same person.

“Hmmm,” you murmur, “I’ve seen you drinking coffee, so I know that you do.”

Seonghwa nods, “True,”

“But,” you shake your head and touch his forearm softly, “I think you also like fruity drinks, sweet things. I think you either order an iced americano or… jeju tangerine green tea.”

Seonghwa’s mouth drops open in frank surprise, “There’s no way,”

Playfully you give him a nudge, “you’re not that difficult to read, oppa.”

The laugher is close to hysteria, and at this point the table is all in on you beating Wooyoung in this bet.

San is up still, bouncing on the balls of his feet, “My turn,”

You look up to him and wave him off, “You don’t drink coffee, you like decaf tea, I noticed that last time. But I think you’re definitely one of those people who just orders flavored steam milk, am I right?” he’s thrilled, and you hear Wooyoung groan.

Giving him a backwards glance, you add, “My order is an iced americano with cream by the way, for when I win.”

“Oh sure,” Wooyoung groans again, “of course.”

You and San exchange a warm smile before you look to Mingi.

“What do you think?” He asks.

“Mocha.” You reply with no hesitation.

He exclaims a wow and shakes his head, “how did you know so fast,”

“I’ve been around you for a total of two days and you’re always snacking on chocolate,” you shrug, “you like sweet things.”

“Insane,” Yunho says next to him.

You shift to Yunho finally and swallow hard when you see his expression. He’s recovered himself from laughing and has leaned forward, elbows on the table, mouth leaning against his clasped hands. He says nothing, but gives you a single eyebrow raise as if to say, try me.

It takes you a moment. There are a million possibilities for him and his varied personality. He shifts between the high energy puppy and the introspective hard-working dancer at lightning speed, but in this moment his sharp and daring expression, charged with a deep flirtatious undertone, strikes a pool of warmth in your stomach. “I think,” you start to say and his eyes light up, “you’re a black coffee guy, black iced americanos too.”

Yunho’s lips break into a smile and for just a moment you think you’ve won.

Wooyoung jumps up first, screaming in excitement and it hits you.

“No,” you shake your head, “not a chance,”

“Wrong,” Yunho shrugs.

The table is going insane, even Jongho and Yeosang joining in on the high energy moment. Wooyoung, ever the gracious winner, points to Yunho and exclaims, “he can’t even look at an americano without sweetener,”

“Wait,” you wave your hands, “you have to tell me what it is,”

“Iced,” he starts, and the table choruses the rest with him, “caramel macchiato.”

You groan and drop your head into your hands, “Of course you and Mingi would be addicted to the sweet stuff,”

“Ah! Don’t throw me in with him!” Yunho exclaims.

“Please,” you shake your head, “clearly my skills aren’t what they used to be,”

“Come on [y/n], I’ll show you where the espresso machine is,” Wooyoung jumps up and waves to you playfully, “you know since you’ll be making my coffee every morning.”

“All right, all right,” you groan, “I concede, but I was close!”

“But not close enough,” Wooyoung is enjoying this, poking fun and pushing your buttons, an easy rhythm to fall into.

The dinner finishes just as chaotically, and by the end of it your face hurts from smiling, it’s been so long since you’ve been able to just relax into something and laugh so hard. It feels like a dream, and after a while you end up staying quiet and watching, seeing the way they trade stories, comments, and jabs at lightning speed. You have your chin resting on your clasped hands, laughing along, when Hongjoong’s hand smooths gently on your thigh and catches your attention.

“Are you doing okay?” he checks in.

“Yeah,” you nod, “really good.”

“Ah, good, you got quiet. I know it can be a lot sometimes,” he says to you quietly.

“No,” you shake your head, “I love it, it just,”

He angles his head a little, “what is it?” Something in his eyes seems nervous, and you wonder if he’s worried you suddenly changed your mind.

“I haven’t felt,” you search for the words and bite your lip, and when you do Hongjoong’s thumb rubs firm smoothing circles against your leg. Looking up to him, you continue, “I haven’t felt at home in a very long time,”

He certainly wasn’t expecting that, and his eyes widen just slightly, “Oh,”

“It’s a little surprising to me too,” you admit.

He smiles and leans in just a bit, “I’m glad you feel that way,”

You are about to respond but gentle hands on your shoulders break your focus, and you look up to see San standing behind your chair, looking down at you. “Hi,” you say, and you feel the warmth in your cheeks.

“I thought I could help you get settled,” he says and squeezes your shoulders. It’s a little bit transparent that what he really wants is a few moments alone with you, but you don’t tease and instead just respond with a nod and thanks.

“I know it’s not that late,” you murmur seeing the time on your phone, “but honestly I’m exhausted,” you say to the table.

“It was a busy day,” Jongho notes, “and you flew in this morning, right?”

“Yes, I was up at 4,”

“Too early,” Mingi offers as he clears his plate and Yunho’s, heading for the kitchen.

You nod and run a hand through your hair, “I spent half the morning being terrified of seeing you all again too, so I think I’m in need of some sleep,”

“Terrified?” Yunho looks up at you.

“No, no, well… I was nervous,” you say, “I didn’t know what to expect and this is pretty much the only spontaneous thing I’ve ever done in my life so, you know,”

“Ah, well I hope you’re not nervous anymore,” he smiles.

Looking across all of them at the table, and seeing San at your side, you shake your head, “No, I’m really not anymore. Today was good,” you pull your sweater a little closer around you and clear your throat, “I haven’t had this much fun in a while, and you’ve all been so kind today. I just want to say thank you,”

“You don’t have to thank us for that,” Yeosang says, “we’re happy you’re here.”

There are a few hums of agreement across the table and you sigh softly before looking to your side at San, “If you can show me where to get some blankets, I’d appreciate it.”

“Of course,” he takes a step away and gestures for you to follow. You turn back to the table and bid your goodnights to everyone, and they give you the space to go. You don’t see the way they watch you as you leave.

San heads to a linen closet near the bathroom and pulls down some extra sheets and blankets, grabbing a pillow too before jogging over to your new room and setting them on the edge of the couch.

“Thank you,” you murmur, and he looks at you, hesitant for a moment.

He takes a breath before saying, “I was worried I’d never see you again when you left last week,”

“I know,” you step towards him and reach out.

He accepts your hand and laces his fingers with yours, “I’m happy you’re here to stay,”

“Me too,” you agree, and he takes a step closer to you. You feel his warmth against you at this proximity and your mind buzzes with the memory of the first kiss you shared, something that now feels like a lifetime ago.

“What made you agree?” he asks, his fingers ghosting along your arm.

“Honestly?”

“Mm,” he nods.

“I kept saying I wanted to go home, that at home I could think about Hongjoong’s offer and make a decision, but the minute I got to my apartment I realized that place had never been a home for me. It was just a place. I thought that even if this was a crazy decision it might,” you glance down from his intense gaze and look at your clasped hands, “I thought I might as well try to find a home somewhere else instead of staying there and doing exactly what I was supposed to.”

His warm fingers slide softly up the skin of your neck, coming to rest at your jaw and he tilts your face back up to meet his eyes, “I’m happy you’re not alone there anymore,”

“Me too,” you murmur in agreement.

San looks like he has something else to say, but holds it, and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. You lean up into it, and San unwinds his hand from holding yours to come behind you, wrapping around your waist and bringing you tighter. He kisses deep, with palpable emotion behind every movement, his tongue gently flicking against yours as your mouths part to deepen the kiss. The feeling between you is electric, your skin buzzing and your mind blank to anything but the feeling of his warm hands on your body and his lips against yours.

He breaks the kiss after a moment, leaning his forehead against yours, before pulling away and pressing a parting kiss to your hairline. His hands loosen, and he steps a comfortable distance away, running a hand through his hair and sighing, “I was going to say we should go on a date this Saturday,” he laughs softly, eyes sparkling at you, “but I got distracted.”

“A date?” you fumble out, surprised.

“It would be nice to get to know you better,” he says, “I think all of us want some one-on-one time with you,”

“So, what you’re saying is I’m about to get woo-ed by all eight of you?” you chuckle, nudging him in the ribs.

“Well, you’re already woo-ed by me,” his smile is little devilish, “but yes, essentially.”

“Hmm,” you murmur, “eight times the flowers, eight times the romantic walks on the beach, it sounds pretty perfect to me.”

San leans in and captures your lips again, his hand warm against your cheek, “Good,” he says softly before giving you space again and clearing his throat a bit, “for now I’ll let you get some sleep,”

“Okay,” nothing you could do would get the smile off your face now.

“Goodnight, y/n” he says, stepping out of the room and looking back at you.

“Goodnight,” you reply, and he smiles warmly as he pulls your sliding door shut.

Alone in the room your mind spins, butterflies fluttering in your stomach and nervous excited energy bubbling out of you. As you fix up your makeshift bed for the night, you know for sure that you made the correct choice. Sitting at the table you had never been so sure of something in your life. Settling back in the covers you listen to the sounds of the dorm – the hum of the heater, the comforting murmur of voices just far enough away that you can’t make out the words. You fall asleep fast, sinking into the comforting warmth of your new home, your dreams swimming with thoughts of them all.

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a/n: I know right now we're in the tooth-rotting fluff stage of the fic, but I really want this to be believable. i don't ever think it's realistic when suddenly the y/n character starts hooking up with everyone one of them every which way, so just stick with me in this slow burn. fun times are coming though x

[choisanshine]

Daddy Issues 18+

College AU!Changbin Smut 18+ only

Pairing: seo changbin x female reader

Changbin has to work with a new partner on an important project for one of his courses. Definitely doesn't fall for the girl ;)

Genre: university au, smut, slight plot

Warnings: daddy kink, fingering, oral (f & m), pet names (mostly "good girl" and "baby girl"), hair pulling, light breast play, a bit of whipped cream kink, mostly switch!Changbin and switch!Reader (there is not much of power dynamics), lots of communication during sex, and some slight body issues

Word Count: 10.4k

a/n: the beginning is long and maybe not great, but the smut might be worth it. also, I originally wrote it in 3rd person, so there might be some errors. And one last thing, the "camera" is more focused on Changbin

Enjoy!

“Jung Wooyoung, I cannot believe you!” The blond heard the roar before seeing his friend. Fear coursed through his veins as he frantically looked around the crowded commons area. He was unable to locate the other male's face before he was jolted back from a shove. Wooyoung was grateful he had chosen a chair against the wall, as the push was unable to knock him to the ground.

Wooyoung had seen his best friend angry before, he'd even had the rage directed at himself. However, this was on a whole other level. He'd never seen Changbin assault anyone, not for real, in public. This was a first, and Wooyoung almost felt proud of himself. Almost.

“What do you mean 'you had our group reassigned'??” Changbin shook his slightly taller friend, arms flexing subconsciously. Changbin might have been, infinitesimally shorter, but he was quite a bit bulkier than Wooyounh.

“It wasn't intentional!” Wooyoung's hands flew up to cover his face. “I didn't mean for it to happen, but the professor walked in on me and San having a disagreement about a different topic and wanted to see how we could 'resolve our issues'.” Wooyoung made air quotes around the last words. He rolled his eyes, as if he wasn't interested himself in how things would work out. He definitely didn't mean the topic though. He would be lying if he said he didn't take every opportunity to get himself noticed by Choi San, but the pink haired boy was somewhat of an enigma. And now, Wooyoung was getting his chance to unravel that anomaly, if it took him the whole semester.

“Wooyoung,” Changbin's voice was threateningly low, “this assignment is worth half our grade and we both need this class for our degree.”

“Right?! So, shouldn't we separate for at least one assignment? We've been working together for three whole years, I think we are getting a bit dry, don't you?”

“No! I think we understand each other better than anyone else and I know I can get you to agree with me on any of our topics!” Changbin's muscles flexed reflexively.

“Wow.” Wooyoung faked surprise. “So the truth comes out.” Changbin rolled his eyes. “I'm just some idiot who signs my name at the top of your group assignment and gets you the grade? Is that it?”

“Honestly, I'm kind of surprised you were able to connect those dots. So, yeah. You are the fool who helps me keep my glorious grades for our classes.” Changbin ran his fingers through his hair. “I can't believe you sold me out like this! And for some dick. You are the actual worst, you know?”

Wooyoung smirked. “Oh I know. But, don't be too upset. Your new partner is going to be good for you. She's one of the seniors I had for our Freshmen orientation. I think you'll get along really well for this project.”

“Oh great, I have to deal with a senior? They are the worst. They are so lazy and make us do all the work, but have all these opinions on how the project should be run instead and then I'm left doing all the work that I don't even agree with just to make sure they pass this class!!” Changbin huffed in frustration. He really might kill Wooyoung this time.

“Oh please,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes. “Like you wouldn't suck Chan's dick if he told you he'd get you free points for a class.”

“Listen here, you little shit, I would absolutely suck Chan's dick if he said he'd give me bonus points, just tell me the time and place.” Changbin smirked finally. He wasn't opposed to the idea of hooking up with a dude, and Chan was like an older brother to him, but that man did not abuse his power and if he told Changbin he would get those bonus points, he knew he'd keep his word.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes. At that moment, something else caught his attention, he perked up and began to wave his hand. Changbin followed his gaze and saw someone walking towards them. If he were being honest, Changbin would never have noticed you, nothing particularly stood out. He only noticed you because you were waving equally frantically as the idiot across the table from himself.

Changbin hadn't even noticed the exasperated sigh he let out until Wooyoung slapped him across the arm. “Would you at least try to look nice?” Wooyoung cringed, “sometimes you look scary, even if you're not trying.” The younger male shuddered, driving home his point.

“And sometimes you run your mouth even if you're not trying to.” Changbin paused for a half second, “Is that something you do intentionally?” Changbin smiled at his own joke, but received nothing but another slap from Wooyoung.

At that moment, you appeared at their table, sliding into the seat next to Wooyoung and slipping your backpack onto the table. You were nervously toying with the zipper on your bag, and would drag the pull tab along the teeth before drawing it closed again. Changbin could tell you were nervous, but couldn't bring himself to be the first to introduce himself. He sighed in relief as Wooyoung took the initiative, as he knew the boy would.

“Bini, this is my friend (y/n). She is a senior from our department. She has to take our course this year because of a misunderstanding with her advisor. Anyway, since she is older, no one wanted to be her partner for the project. But, since I had to switch,” Changbin could hear the smile in Wooyoung's voice, “our professor thinks it would be great if the two of you work together. It's an important assignment, so I think you two should get acquainted and have fun!”

Wooyoung jumped up from his seat without hesitation and was gone in the blink of an eye. Changbin turned in time to see the blonde disappear with a pink haired male. He rolled his eyes and groaned in annoyance.

He glanced over to see a look of concern on your face. You seemed to be having an internal conversation with yourself and were torn on whether or not to speak up.

“Well, spit it out. What's on your mind?”

“You're not one to mince words, huh?”

“It's not that. I just don't...” Changbin sighed, yet again. He was getting frustrated and realized it was coming off as if he were annoyed with someone he'd never even met before. He had to accept that it wasn't your fault and you would have to figure this out one way or another. Together. “It's not your fault.” You nodded in agreement. “So, let's just pick a topic and call it a day. Yeah?”

“That sounds like a good idea to me. Do you mind if I get a drink first, though? I just had two classes back to back and haven't had a chance to stop yet.” As Changbin nodded, you paused, “Would you like anything?”

“Iced Americano.” He said without hesitation.

“One iced Americano, coming right up.” You winked and disappeared in the crowd.

As Changbin waited, he mulled over the situation. He knew he was reacting poorly, but what was done was done, right? So he should just get over his irritation towards Wooyoung and work on having a positive attitude towards his new partner. It wasn't really like him to act like such a dick, and you seemed alright. So far.

Changbin adjusted the cap on his head and was fidgeting with the sleeves of his t-shirt when you quietly returned.

“You know,” the voice from directly behind Changbin caused him to jump in his seat.

“Fuck, you scared me.” He mumbled, reaching out to take the proffered cup from the person he was finally getting used to.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“What were you saying?”

“Why is Advanced Religious Studies a part of the curriculum for lit majors? I mean, it's not like I'm complaining or anything, it's an interesting enough course. But...why?” You took a sip from your blended beverage that came with enough whipped cream to spill from the domed lid. Changbin couldn't help watching as your pink tongue darted out to lap at the cream. He impulsively bit his lip finding the scene a little more erotic than surely intended.

You startled when he cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his seat. A drop of white smeared on the corner of your mouth, causing Changbin's brain to short out for the briefest of seconds. “Um, you got, a little...right there. Ugh! In the corner of your....here.” He reached out with a napkin to wipe the offended confection away. “You were saying?” He finally settled back in his seat with a huff. If he didn't know better, he would assume you had done it on purpose.

“Religious s-studies.” You were visibly nervous. He wasn't sure if it was due to the incident, or if his resting bitch face returned. He tried to relax and smile a bit more, but was still slightly uncomfortable.

“I mean, don't all major religions have some sort of text?” Ah, yes that was enough to get Changbin on a roll. “Wouldn't it make sense for us to discuss all of the literature across all those cultures? Not only is it the core of many civilizations, but most themes in stories come from some religion or another.”

You were nodding as Changbin finished his mini speech. “I guess you have a point there.”

“So what topic would you like to work on?”

“Wouldn't it be easier if we chose a religion first?”

“Maybe.”

“What are you interested in, then?”

Changbin shrugs. “I guess the easiest would be Christianity? There's gotta be the most scholarly research on that topic?”

“Ew, no. Please.”

“O..kay? How about Greek? Zeus has a lot of baggage we can unpack?” At the shake of your head, Changbin redirects again. “Norse? We could... I dunno, Odin is their main god?”

“No.”

“What? Why aren't any of those acceptable? Do you have some sort of daddy issues?” Changbin, arms folded against his chest, smirked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You stood up so quickly your chair toppled over. “Even...even if my relationship with my...why would you say that?”

“I was just joking!” Changbin surged forward as well, reaching to grab your arm.

“Maybe you should figure out what a joke is, then.” You tore yourself away and stormed off, leaving Changbin to scratch his head in confusion and frustration.

“So she just ran off?” Wooyoung seemed skeptical. He might not know you as well, but he knew Changbin better than just about anyone else.

“I mean, I might have said something kind of...rude?”

“Ah, there it is.”

“It wasn't supposed to be!” Changbin threw his hands in the air. “You know I wouldn't just do something like that. Not to someone I don't really know.”

“That's true.” Wooyoung agreed.

“So, will you give me her number? We still haven't settled on a topic.”

“Yeah, yeah. She told me to send it to you, anyway. I guess she thinks you should reach out first, too?” Wooyoung took Changbin's cell and entered the number along with a contact name.

“Wooyoungie,” Changbin's voice was overly sweet, “Why is there a heart next to her name?”

Wooyoung giggled. “I am psychic and I know what will happen in your future.”

“You're an idiot.”

“But I am YOUR idiot.” Wooyoung affectionately laid his head on Changbin's shoulder as he laced arms with the shorter male, who did nothing to throw him off.

“Tck! Speaking of, how are things going with San?”

The sigh from the blond was anything if not dreamy. “Oh very well. We've already picked our topic and divided our research. It's going to really be a great semester. I even saved his number with a heart. So, you know I will be right about you and (y/n).” Wooyoung teased.

“I thought you were supposed to be MY idiot?” Changbin tapped Wooyoung's head tauntingly. He didn't see Wooyoung roll his eyes.

“Anyway,” Wooyoung switched up, “there's a party this weekend. You are coming and you don't have a choice, okay? Okaaayy??” Wooyoung batted his eyelashes flirtingly, only causing Changbin to fake throwing up. “Don't be rude, asshole. You never go out anymore, and I'm worried you are...” Wooyoung leaned in close, a look of concern on his face as he glanced down, “becoming impotent.”

“Fucker!” Changbin swung at Wooyoung, who expertly dodged his best friend's attack. “I am fully functioning! And that's none of your business anyway!” Wooyoung giggled as he continued to dance out of Changbin's reach, he was becoming more elated by the moment as the dark haired male became more irritated. “Fucking stand still so I can beat the shit out of you!”

“Iiis this a bad time?”

Both boys stilled as they glanced up at the newcomer. Wooyoung immediately jumped up and straightened himself at the sight of his new partner, who was barely holding back his laughter, cute dimples cut into his slender cheeks. The interruption gave Changbin his chance to attack and he launched himself at the distracted male.

“That's not fadjnf!!” Wooyoung began to yell, being cut off by the struggle. “Bini!!” He whined. “You're going to get my shirt dirty! Get off me!!” They wrestled for a moment, Wooyoung clearly losing. “Okay, fine! You are not impotent! You are a god in bed!! You can get anyone you want! Is that what you want to hear?”

“Where did you even learn that word?” Changbin cursed Wooyoung for absolutely making things worse. Their tussle had started to draw a crowd and the last thing Changbin wanted was a quarter of the school hearing his best friend calling him a sex god. “You're a fucking idiot!” Changbin punched Wooyoung's shoulder, for good measure, before pushing himself off the clearly weaker male, and storming off.

Changbin threw his bag into the seat next to him after entering the Lit Reading Lab. He had been running behind and didn't even get the chance to grab a drink on his way over, which only added to his frustration.

“You're late.” A voice came from behind him.

Changbin didn't even bother looking behind him. He knew without having to turn that it was his older mentor. He had come over to get help with his project, and had asked for some assistance from the senior. “I don't need this crap today.”

“Alright, I can just leave.” Contrary to her words, the female settled into the seat opposite of Changbin's disgruntled bag. “What's going on buddy? Are you struggling to find a theme for your project?” The glare Changbin shot had her throwing up her hands in defense. “Alright, alright, I already know you are! But, what's giving you troubles? Wooyoung usually just does whatever you say and that settles that.”

A snicker coming from the door behind Changbin alerted the pair to a third presence. While the woman sitting next to Changbin turned, a smirk on her lips, Changbin only buried his head in his crossed arms.

“Except, Wooyoung isn't his partner this time. It's (y/n).” This came from the male behind Changbin. “He told me what you said.”

“I didn't even tell him-” Changbin shot up, eyes wide, nostrils flaring as realization dawned. Not the conversation with (y/n), but the conversation with Wooyoung. “He did not!” Changbin thrust himself forward, his chair toppled over as he spun to face the older male standing in the doorway of his office. “Chan! He wasn't being serious. It was a joke!”

Chan shrugged. “I mean, if you want to pass this assignment...” His words trailed off as he jokingly gestured for the younger to enter his darkened office. “I'm always more than willing to help out a younger mate.” At that point, Chan couldn't prevent the smirk from gliding over his own lips. “And Sooyoung agreed to share, at least this once. Right babe?” He winked at the female still sitting by Changbin. Tears were forming along her eyeline as she held in her own giggles.

“I'm going to kill him. I think I will actually, finally, rid this world of that pest and be free of Jung Wooyoung once and for all.”

“What has Wooyoungie done this time?” Changbin groaned internally. That was the last thing he needed.

“It's nothing.” He said through grit teeth. He finally turned and settled into his chair. “Since you're here, we can work on figuring out a topic for our project. Okay?” He reached into his bag and pulled out his textbook for their class. “Come on, we have to figure this out.”

Sooyoung leaned in, a hand resting gently on Changbin's arm, and whispered, “Are you going to be alright? We just wanted to tease you a bit, to help you relax.”

“I'm fine.” Changbin sighed, he could always rely on his friends, especially the seniors, to help him out when he was in a bad mood. He was still frustrated, but things were not working out well for him, and he wasn't used to everything coming against him.

“I wasn't sure if you'd want something, so I got you a drink.” The soft voice was coming from his new partner, who had come around the table and handed him the plastic cup with their school cafe logo emblazoned on the side. The name scribbled on the side caused him to smile a bit.

He shook his head, but accepted the drink, happily taking a sip of the cold, dark liquid. It was like heaven in a cup, their cafe hands down made the best iced Americano, but Changbin always thought he was the only one who thought so. “You actually like the cafe? Or did you think you were poisoning me?”

You smiled. “They make their own whipped cream every morning.” As if for extra measure, you dragged a finger into the white foam, and brought the sugary substance to your mouth. Changbin coughed as your lips wrapped around that digit, engulfing the cream as well as your finger. In that moment, for all of a second, he wanted nothing more than to be that finger, swallowed up in your warm mouth.

“I uh...I have to use the restroom, excuse me!”

Before anyone could stop him, Changbin had lurched forward and was out of the Lab and down the hall.

“What was that about?” Chan asked from his office, both you and the other woman at the table shrugged, one clearly more concerned over the younger male than the other. “Sooyoung, do you...” Chan's eyes darted towards you, unknowingly, as you had already began scanning the text book Changbin had taken out. “Nevermind.” Chan shook his head, trying to convince himself he had the wrong idea.

Upon Changbin's return, he noticed Sooyoung had already disappeared, and Chan's office door was shut. He noticed the time and figured Chan was in a meeting with one of the younger students, probably the Freshman he was in charge of this year. You, however, were still pouring over the books that were now scattered over the table he had claimed earlier.

“I was thinking we could do something about Thanatos?”

“Who?”

“Exactly.” You slid a book over to Changbin, opened to a chapter about lesser Greek gods. “It might be a neat idea to do an exposition on Thanatos, who is the actual Greek god of Death. As compared to Hades, who is just the god of the Underworld and Lord of the Dead.”

Changbin shook his head. “I don't know, I don't think there would be enough resources to do the project.”

“My other option would be a comparative analysis on the female gods of the underworld versus the male deities?”

Changbin was lost in thought on the text he was reading. He had read about Thanatos before, and knew Hades wasn't the actual god of death, but there was a lot of misunderstanding for the difference between the two. “I think...we can make this work. What if we used different modes of distributing information to kind of gain attention on the subject? There might not be as much resources for it, and we would have to find a creative way to include that part, but I think we could actually do really well on this project with limited research if we used an unconventional method.”

You were fascinated watching the way Changbin lit up as the ideas started coming together for a bigger picture in his head.

“So, I'd like to start with some sort of journal entry. Like a newspaper article, or a magazine cover, something that is a bit more simple, not too much information, but grabs the attention. Then we could do something unique like host a podcast or do a radio infomercial. I think that could really get our professor's attention. After almost twenty years here, he must have seen just about everything. He's never been too hard on us, but I want to give him something that won't be boring.”

“That actually kind of sounds like a good idea! Are you free this weekend? I have a night class tonight, but maybe we could get together and start?”

Changbin was about to agree, but remembered Wooyoung had told him to come along to the party. He was used to turning down the other male, however Wooyoung only threatened him when he really wanted his friend's attention, and last time Changbin turned Wooyoung down to work on an assignment, Wooyoung made his life hell for almost a month after, only settling down once Changbin agreed to do all of his work as well for a month.

“I can't. I already agreed to help Wooyoung this weekend. And, with his short ass attention span, it will take the whole damn weekend to help him get through everything. I'm so sorry.”

“Don't worry about it. We have the whole semester. But, I don't have any plans, so I will get started, and that way you will have a bit less work. I will also try to draw up some kind of plan to divide the labor so we both have something to contribute. Is there anything you feel particularly comfortable with? Or anything you are bad at?”

As their conversation dwindled down, Changbin noticed how late it had gotten and reminded you of your class. Changbin sat in the lab for a little while longer, collecting his thoughts as he gathered his belongings.

“Someone has it bad.”

“What are you talking about, Chan? Whatever, I'm leaving, now. See you later.” Chan waved Changbin off, a little bummed he didn't get another chance to tease the younger.

“Here, just wear this.” Wooyoung pushed some clothes into Changbin's hands and shooed him off to the bathroom. “Why on earth did it take you so long to just choose a freakin outfit?” While Changbin was always reluctant to give any sort of compliments to his best friend, he did have to admit that Wooyoung knew his way around the closet. He had been stuck in it long enough. Changbin smirked at his clever thoughts. But, was impressed with the choice Wooyoung had made. Sexuality aside, Wooyoung knew how to get the girls to fall all over him. It was a gift, truly. And Changbin was lucky enough that Wooyoung was willing to extend that gift to him as well.

Wooyoung let out a wolf whistle as Changbin stepped out from the bathroom. “I did an amazing job, again. You are going to have your hands full while I sneak off to have some fun with San.” Wooyoung chuckled darkly, knowing full well Changbin already knew he was planning on breaking his promise to stick together the whole night. It wasn't that hard to figure Wooyoung out. After all, they had known each other long enough at this point.

The boys walked up to the house party at a quarter past ten, early enough that nothing serious had happened yet, but late enough that they wouldn't be known as the losers who showed up first. Changbin didn't know who lived here, as they had been friends of Wooyoung from some of his other clubs that Changbin avoided at all costs.

It wasn't long before Wooyoung caught sight of the pink-haired boy and was leaving Changbin stranded in the kitchen to awkwardly stand and hope no one wanted to mingle with him.

Changbin was pouring himself a second cup of whatever was mixed in the punch bowl when two towering figures approached him. “You must be Wooyoungie's friend. He's told us a bit about you.” The slightly larger figure offered a hand.

Changbin politely took the man's hand, but slipped away as quickly as he could, really not wanting to interact with anyone. He checked his watch, it had only been twenty minutes. He gave himself til midnight just in case Wooyoung needed to leave, and if not, at least partially convince the younger that he was still a good friend who even waited that long.

Changbin wandered around the house, admiring the décor of the old house. He tested a few handles, discovering what rooms were locked and which were currently occupied or empty. He was used to being let alone with his own thoughts, and exploring was somewhat of a nasty habit when he was left alone.

As he wandered back downstairs, he was surprised at what he found in the living room.

A group of seniors and juniors had gathered around the coffee table, which was filled with cups with various liquids in varying amounts, it appeared. One of the seniors, Changbin was fairly certain it was one of the tenants of the house, seemed to be leading some sort of drinking game. Most of the students sitting around the table had their own cups as well, occasionally taking a sip here and there. However, what really caught Changbin's attention was the figure uncomfortably squished between two excited students.

He sneaked up behind the couch, and got close to your ear before loudly whispering, “I thought you were going to be home working on our project all weekend?”

Changbin's voice caused you to, nearly spilling the contents of the cup of the girl next to her.

“Changbin!? What the fuck?” Your head turned almost as far as it could. Changbin was caught off guard and lost his train of thought as your lips nearly collided with his own.

“Ehem!” The male at the center cleared his throat, begging their attention. “If you're not going to join, then go away.”

“Sorry, we'll be quiet.”

“Nah, now you have to drink. But, you don't get to pick it.” The man stuck his tongue out. “Both of you.”

You agreed to let the leader of the game choose a drink for each of them, and handed Changbin the cup with clearly more liquid. It didn't smell terrible, but the lack of color caused some concern to Changbin. He took a breath to steel himself and chugged the whole thing in one go. He was pleasantly surprised to find it was a fruity flavored rum. Still, he wasn't sure if he wanted to try his luck with the next drink.

Changbin wanted to pull you away from the group, he wanted to talk to you, to apologize for his previous behavior. He wanted to know why you ended up coming to this specific party. He wanted to spend some time alone with you. Instead, he found himself squeezing between the girl to your right and you. He failed to notice the small smile that crept onto your lips.

“Alright, so the next task is..” the guy at the center seemed to think for a second, before a devious smirk came over him. “Next task is to say something to the person on your right something. Preferably a secret.” Changbin glanced at the girl he was now sitting next to, having never seen her in his life, he was hesitant.

However, the voice coming from your left caused him to freeze. He turned to the male who had taken your hand, and watched at the man leaned in close.

“I would let you call me daddy while you ride my dick.” His tongue flicked out, brushing over his lower lip and resting briefly at the corner of his mouth.

An unfamiliar rage flared inside of Changbin. He wasn't used to the feeling. He had been angry before, but something about the lascivious words and salacious action had Changbin surging to his feet.

“The fuck did you just say?” He grabbed the male by the collar, nearly pulling him to his feet. The male simply chuckled and cocked an eyebrow at Changbin. “Why don't you watch the way you talk to a lady? Huh? You can't just go around saying things like that?”

The man grabbed Changbin's hands, pulling the shorter male loose from his shirt, and stood up, standing nearly a full head over Changbin. “It's just a game. And, what are you going to do about it? I told the pretty girl what was on my mind. She's free to take me up on the offer any time. Dude, is she your girlfriend or something?” The male snickered.

“No, but that doesn't...”

“If not, why do you care what another man says to her? How about you let her decide if she is offended by it or not?” Changbin wanted nothing more than to punch this guy in the face. He couldn't believe the actual audacity of some people.

Changbin pushed away from the taller male, instead turned his attention towards you. “If you want to get out of here, I'm leaving now.” Changbin sneered one more time at the man and stormed off, hoping desperately that you would be following him.

He had barely made it to his car when he heard a sound behind him.

“You know, if you're going to tell me to follow you, at least give me a chance to catch up!” Changbin spun around to see the one person he most needed in front of him. “Well, c'mon.” You grabbed at the passenger side door. “Ah, I am so relieved I ran into you.” you sighed as you settled into the front seat. “Sooyoung literally dragged me here! She said that if I didn't come to this stupid party, she wouldn't let me participate in any of the events for the rest of the year. Which is kind of stupid, but honestly I kind of enjoy them. Especially helping out with the Halloween booth. But, when I saw you, I was really relieved. As soon as Sooyoung saw Chan, she was on his dick like a moth to flame. But anyway...”

Changbin zoned out as you continued to ramble. His head spun with the events. He couldn't believe you had actually followed him. And gotten into his car. And was just spilling everything. He wasn't even sure what all you were saying, but he also felt certain you were nervously ranting.

“Are you okay?” He interrupted.

“What?” He couldn't see you look down at your shaking hands.

“Are you alright? That guy...”

“Ah, that. I am okay. It was unexpected. I don't usually go to parties so I didn't know that people actually....ah. Yeah.” You trailed off.

“I've never been that...angry at someone. For something. I felt like my blood was going to boil. I couldn't believe he'd just say something like that! Out loud! In front of people!”

Changbin was shocked when you began to giggle, the sound quickly built a crescendo and filled his car.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I'm just...I was so nervous! How do you respond to something like that? And then you jumped in. And, god you looked so sexy.”

“What?” Changbin was floored.

“Fuck, Changbin, I've never had someone jump to my defense like that. But, you looked like a fucking dark knight in those pants and...honestly my stomach got tied in knots. Are you close? I...don't...hmm.”

“What's wrong?” Changbin turned, more concerned about you, squirming in your seat, over the car-free street he was driving down. It was the middle of the night, and no moving cars were in sight.

“Bini...” you whined and grasped for his hand. “Please hurry.”

The two minute ride was completely silent as Changbin drove the rest of the way to the house he shared with Wooyoung. He knew the other boy would not be home that evening, as he had already made plans to stay with San that night. He wouldn't be home for a couple days if Changbin knew anything about his best friend.

You were shaking as he lead you through his front door. Before he could ask if you were okay again, you were pulling him by the hand to the couch. Your hands were shaking as you settled next to him. “Changbin..” you voice was barely above a whisper, but it affected Changbin in a way he was not prepared for.

“(y/n)?” His eyes didn't leave your pink lips as they closed the distance between his own.

For just a second, your skin lingered over his, a mere breath away. Changbin didn't wait for you to come closer, instead he grabbed either side of your face and pulled you deeply into him. His tongue darted between his lips to slide along the part of your own, begging for entrance, but not waiting for permission.

The moan that came from your throat drowned out the groan that came from his own. He swallowed the sound and drew more from you. His hand slid down to your throat, cold fingers gently wrapped around the column. He pulled you closer for just a moment before he pushed you away, hand still holding you by the neck.

“There's something I haven't been able to...” he swallowed hard, “get out of my head. Since the first day when you uh, got the whipped cream.”

A small giggle bubbled from you. “Just tell me what you want.” Changbin became acutely aware that your hands were clamped on his leather-clad thighs, and the head rush he got made him dizzy. He took three deep breathes to calm himself just enough to speak.

“I want your...ugh!” His hand ran through his hair, knocking the white cap he had been wearing onto the couch, as well as sending the strands of his hair flying in every direction. He looked a hot mess, teeth tugging at his bottom lip, only adding to his sexiness.

“Tell me, Bini, what you want. I need to know.” You whined. You looked up at him, soft lips already looking redder. Your tongue flicked out to wet those plush lips, sending waves of need through Changbin's body. His stomach clenched. “If you don't, I'll have to figure it out myself, won't I?” Your voice sounded innocent, but Changbin knew it was just an illusion. You were toying with him. You were also toying with the belt at his waist. Fingers teasingly tugged at the strap. Changbin was at a complete loss of words.

His hands slid into your hair, tugging you down until you were on the floor, kneeling in front of him. Your eyes were still wide, looking like a naive girl who had no idea what you were doing. He could tell from the faux hesitant actions that you were intentionally riling him up, but by god if it wasn't working. He was going to go straight to hell, and it would be worth every cursed second.

Your warm, pink tongue wet your lips again as fingers danced along the tab of his zipper. That slight release of pressure from his crotch was enough for him to grind his hips upwards. Changbin did not miss the smirk that played over those precious lips.

“Bini,” your voice was still whiny, “What is it that you want? Could you please tell me?”

Something in Changbin's head clicked, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable. “I.....don't think I should say. It's not appropriate.” He cleared his throat.

The facade you were holding broke at his words. “Your dick is five inches from my face and you think it's inappropriate to say what you want?”

“Wha!! It's just...that guy. I don't want to be like him.”

An actual laugh resounded. “Don't worry about things like that. It's a different situation. I am asking you to tell me what it is you want. What you've wanted since we first met?”

Changbin threw his head back, hands covered his face as he groaned.

You pushed yourself up, instead climbing into Changbin's lap. “Would you feel better if we touched a bit more first? Do you want me to tell you what I want from you?”

Changbin dropped his hands, met your gaze. “I mean, maybe it could help? Wh-what do you want from me?”

“First, I want you out of this shirt. You look fucking hot in it, but I know you work out, and I've seen you flex a couple of times and I want to see how you look underneath.” You tugged at his shirt, which was still tucked into his pants. He raised his arms to let roaming hands pull the offending cloth loose and over his head.

A breath hitched as his full chest came into view. “Fuck. You are...” your hands did the talking, grazing over his muscular shoulders, down his defined pecks, over his abdomen. He threw his head back as fingertips skimmed over his erect nipples, you leaned in close and blew against his heated skin, then flicked your tongue out and swirled around the peak. Changbin's hand found it's way back into your hair, drawing you closer to him as he tugged at the locks. His groans were low and gravely.

Your body was pressed in close to Changbin's, not quite touching, but he could feel your heat. Lips grazed along his thick neck, trailing up the throbbing vein, only taking a detour to drag your teeth along the protruding adam's apple, before finally finding purchase against his ear.

“Bini, I wanna know what you can do with those fingers.” Changbin felt you crotch settled against his. He knew he had to be imagining it, but he could almost feel your own throbbing against him. He was hard as a rock, though, and was certain you could feel it against your pussy. You grabbed his free hand, placed it against your neck where his fingers had just been coiled, lead him down the valley of your chest, down your stomach, to find the heat between your legs. Your were still wearing jeans, but he could feel the waves of warmth radiating from the spot you most wanted him.

Changbin didn't hesitate to roll you off of him, slamming your back to the seat of the couch, which elicited a giggle. His fingers made quick work of the button of your jeans, slid the zipper from its place, sliding the material down your hips. He knew he would get a chance to have your pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock, but he could wait. The idea of having you unraveled beneath him, hair messed, lips swollen, naked on your knees, that image toyed in his vision, and he knew that he would make sure it came to fruition. So, he would give you everything you wanted, satisfy every need, and wear you down, before he would ask to have his one wish fulfilled.

Changbin's fingers toyed over you heat, pressing against the cloth covering your swollen lips. He could feel the wet patch already on your panties, and he wasn't above teasing you about it.

“Baby girl, you already made yourself wet? Tell me if it was what that man said to you earlier?” You shook your head furiously to deny his accusation. “No, no way! It was you standing up to him for me. You looked,” a moan interrupted as Changbin pressed his fingers deeper into your still covered entrance, “looked so fucking sexy.” The last bit came out as a mere breath. Changbin happily watched as your chest heaved to catch up. “Bini, please touch me. I need your fingers inside me.” You desperately grabbed his wrist, pulling closer.

“Is that what had you all worked up in the car?” Realization dawned on Changbin. He could have slapped himself from how daft he had been. How could he have missed that you were turned on? He would more than make up for it now though.

“Yes-ahh...there.” Your voice was raised in pitch. One arm was thrown above your head as the other continued to draw him closer. Changbin watched with fascination as your body twisted beneath him.

He brushed the edge of your panties to the side, letting his fingertips slide along your dripping cunt, thirsty for his attention. His eyes flicked down to where his finger disappeared inside her, tongue flitting along his lips as he thought about how sweet your cunt would be. Your chest thrust forward, your own hands were tearing at your remaining clothes, struggling to free yourself from the confines. Changbin chuckled but did nothing to help, the sight threatened to tear him apart, but it was worth it. He slipped another finger inside and watched with amusement as your body twisted like a snake.

Changbin returned her favor by pressing his body against yours, taking it a step further to push you into the cushions of the couch, laying heavily on top of you. His lips brushed along the column of your throat, much the way you had done to him, nipping at the soft flesh just below your jaw, finally finding their way to the sensitive spot just behind your ear. You were moaning already and he wasn't even filling you up. Changbin smirked, his nose crinkling.

“Is that good enough baby girl?”

“Like hell it is!” You were clawing at Changbin's back, leaving bright red marks as your nails tried to sink into his flesh. Your hips were grinding against his hand, and you tried desperately to bury him deeper within. “Jesus, just fuck me with your fingers!” You groaned, head falling back as you were reduced to whimpers.

Changbin took the words to heart and thrust both fingers deep inside her, the palm of his hand pressed against her entrance. He twisted his fingers, wiggling them about tauntingly. But finally brought a sigh when his thumb rubbed against the little nub of your clit. While he knew he was far from an expert, and he might never be able to find the elusive “g-spot”, he did know that the clit was the closest thing to drive a woman crazy. His thumb pressed harder, which earned him a loud moan.

“How about now?”

“Yesss, like that.” Your eyes were closed and lips slightly parted. He could see that soft tongue held between her teeth.

Changbin took the opportunity to nudge your shirt over your chest, a blush crept over his cheeks as he watched your breasts rise and fall from the way his hand moved between your legs. He could feel your thighs occasionally tensing, coming closer before you consciously forced them to part to allow his hand to freely continue. Your chest was splattered with a dark pink blush, which climbed up your neck. Changbin's mouth connected with the curve of your breast, teeth crudely dragged along the tender skin, sucking hard, the spot turning a dark, angry red before a hint of purple appeared. He then moved to the other side, leaving a nearly identical mark in a spot slightly above where the first mirrored.

When he was satisfied with the marks, Changbin slipped his hand between your body and the couch, he struggled to find the clip of your bra as you did your best to still your body to help him out. Finally finding the clasp, Changbin separated the hooks until the article was loosely resting against your body, undone but trapped beneath the shirt you still donned.

Changbin slid one hand beneath the now useless bra, kneading your plump breast. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugged gently, then moved to the other side.

“Ugh!” You had finally gotten fed up with Changbin's slow ministrations and pushed at his chest to sit up and pull the clothing from your body. He watched as your t-shirt and bra joined your jeans on the floor. As soon as you were finished, he pushed you back down and attached his lips to your now exposed nipple. You whined at the feeling of his warm mouth engulfing your breast, while his hand worked on teasing the other nipple.

His tongue swirled around the rosy peak, wetting your nipple before he blew a stream of air directly onto the wet skin. This earned him a rough tug at his hair, but only caused him to smirk and nip at the skin.

As Changbin continued to toy with his catch, he could feel your legs begin to shake from the pressure of his fingers, your thighs tried to clamp around his hand. However, he settled further between your legs, forcing you to wrap them around his waist instead of closing around his hand.

“Tell me, baby girl,” his voice had dropped a couple notes, “do you want to come against my hand?”

You breathed in, ready to answer, when Changbin cut you off.

“If you say yes,” he nuzzled her neck, “this will be over so soon. I can't promise I won't finish if my cock is buried inside you. But,” he nipped at your skin, “I can keep going if you want?” Changbin smirked at the whine his words elicited. He knew you wanted more, knew he could go longer with you if it was wanted, and the way your body was grinding against his, he knew you wanted it.

As Changbin's fingers worked harder to bring you to a climax, he crushed his mouth to yours. He was so desperate to see your lips swollen and bruised because of him. He so badly wanted your lips, puffy from his kisses, wrapped around his dick. The image had him moving more roughly against your entrance, thumb pressed harder into your clit, and he suddenly felt you unravel against him.

“Yes, that's it. That's my good girl, come for me, baby.”

Changbin's voice was rough and had you whimpering as you fell apart from his fingers.

As your heartbeat returned to a less erratic pace, Changbin pressed a more gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Do you want more? Do you want to tell me what you want from me now? Or do you want me to guess?”

“Changbin, you are incorrigible.” You scoffed. He chuckled.

“Sit up.”

“Hmm?”

“I want you to sit up.”

Changbin moved away so you could do just that. You watched him as he knelt onto the floor in front of you, then turned you to face him, parted your legs, and moved between them. He tugged at your panties, dragging the clothing off your body. His eyes went back to the dripping treat before him. His tongue flicked over his lips in anticipation.

Finally realizing what Changbin was going to do, your hands hungrily grabbed at his locks, pulling him closer to your already soaking core. Changbin chuckled as he happily obliged. His lips locked onto your pussy, instantly lapping up the juices that had spilled already. His eyes rolled back as he tasted her salty, sweet cum.

“Fuck..” Changbin groaned, the vibrations sending sweet waves throughout your body. You relaxed deeper into the couch, one hand tangled in Changbin's hair as the other played with your own tits. You occasionally urged him closer, and other times pulled sharply at his hair.

Changbin's arms encircled your hips, drawing them upwards, allowing him to bury his face deeper between your legs. His tongue fervently delved deeper inside, making his way as deep into your core as he could reach. The muscle twisting and pressing against your walls desperate to bring you pleasure. He felt your hips grind against him, causing him to groan loudly.

Changbin seldom found himself eating a girl out, but never failed to enjoy doing so. This time, though, he was feasting as if his life depended on it.

He withdrew his tongue to tease your lips with his teeth, scraping them along the sensitive skin, tugging and nipping.

“Biiinni, please...god.” you gasped.

He continued to suck and reburied his tongue inside of you, wishing he hadn't already made plans for himself, so he could bury his cock so far inside of you that you would be feeling him for days. Or more so, feeling the absence of him. He wanted to make sure you would remember how he felt buried inside. But, he promised himself he would do that next time, if there was going to be a next time.

This time, he would try to make you come as hard as you could with his mouth.

He swallowed you juices, not allowing anything to escape his thirsty trap, his tongue hungrily licking even the corners of his own mouth to contain the taste, not wanting to waste a single drop.

You fingers tore at his hair, leaving him looking as much of a mess as you felt. He drew your hips even closer, unsure how to eliminate the remaining space between you, wanting to become so close there was no distinction between you and him.

“S-stop...I'm...Bini...” You whimpered.

“Come on, you can come for me again.”

“It's...ah, it's too much!!”

“It's okay, baby girl. Good girl, yes like that.”

He could feel your walls closing around his tongue, more of that thick fluid sliding down his throat, covering his lips and dribbling down his chin. When your hips stuttered against him, body slumped forward, he knew he finally had you spent.

Changbin crawled back over you, and kissed you roughly, shoving his tongue between your lips, letting you taste yourself from his mouth.

“How are you doing, baby girl?”

“Fuck Changbin...” Your arms lazily wrapped around his neck. He could feel your hips gently push against his thigh.

“Use your words, baby girl. Do you want more?”

“Bini,” your eyes were a bit hazy as you looked up at him through heavy lids, “You never told me what you wanted.”

“Not until I know you can't take anymore. I want to know you are satisfied.” He gently tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Tell me what else I can do for you.”

“You can tell me what you want.” Your lips made way to his neck, suckling roughly. He could feel your heated chest against his own. Both your breathing was rough. “Tell me, Changbin, please?” You whispered against his ear. He groaned as his resolve cracked.

“I will tell you, if you promise you will let me know if you can handle more after I tell you?”

“I promise.”

Changbin groaned, he pulled away to meet your eyes. He loved the way you looked so thoroughly fucked. Your hair could have been a bit messier, but he was willing to fix that problem. Your lips were red and swollen from his kisses, but also slightly cracked from the way your teeth dug into the skin as he had you coming the second time.

“Okay, I want,” he leaned in close to whisper in your ear, “you on your knees as your pretty lips swallow my dick whole. I want to watch as I fuck your face. I want you to look up at me as tears fill your beautiful eyes while you choke on my dick. But, I want you so fucked out and helpless as you look up at me. Do you think you can be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” His fingers were closed around your throat, thumb rubbing along the length. “Do you think you can do that for daddy?”

Your eyes went wide. “Fuck.” The word was a mere hiss.

When you pushed against him, Changbin felt his heart drop. He was sure you would be turned off and disturbed by his request. However, it stopped for a full second before hammering into overdrive as you settled on her knees in front of him.

“Like this?” There was a brief pause, tongue nervously flicked out, as you hesitated, “Daddy?”

Changbin let out an audible groan at the word. He rarely liked to be called that, but the way you had looked up at him with those innocent eyes earlier, all he wanted was to hear you submit to him just like this.

“That's a good girl.” He muttered as he slid to the edge of the couch, guiding you closer to him. You reached out to finish opening his pants. The leather was cool against your sweating palms, you found yourself rubbing your hands up and down his thighs. “You're probably going to be the death of me.” Changbin growled, fingers twisting in the locks of your hair.

“Good.” You mumbled, hands still fumbling with his pants. “Because I'm pretty sure you killed me at least twice, and I want payback.” You glanced up, a smirk across your lips.

Changbin pulled roughly at your hair, eliciting a yelp. “Just be a good girl and suck me off already.”

“Yessir.” you taunted.

You finally peeled back the leather pants, sliding them along with his boxers down to his knees. A fairly loud gasp came from you as you finally took in his full erect cock.

“What is it?” Changbin worried his bottom lip with his teeth, fearing you were going to be unimpressed. He was sure he had thoroughly satisfied you, and now he was so close to the heaven he was a patient good boy for, and you weren't going to give in because he was less than you expected. He knew he wasn't the biggest in that area, but he was fairly confident he was endowed enough to please a woman. He had been told once or twice that he was surprisingly good. He had also been turned down a small handful of times after a girl had gotten him out of his pants.

“You're so...” your voice trailed off as you took his penis into your hands, using both to encircle his thickness.

“So....?”

Your eyes flicked up to him and you smiled sweetly. “Are you worried?”

“Fuck yes, just tell me.”

“Or,” you leaned in, “I can show you?”

Not giving him time to reply, you enclosed him into your mouth. He watched as your eyes widened, mouth stretching to accommodate his size. He felt you run your tongue along the bottom of his length, sending his back arching, eyes fluttered shut when it came to swipe along the tip.

“How was that?” You whispered as you released him with a pop.

“So good.” He met your eyes again and continued to watch as you returned to bring him into your mouth, one hand wrapped around the base, holding him steady so you could bob your head up and down along him. Your tongue swirled around him, as much as possible, as you struggled to keep him inside. You paused a few times to breathe in deeply, but would always take him back in.

He watched as a single tear drop rolled down your cheek, reached up to brush it away with his thumb, brought it to his mouth and sucked the drop away. You looked so good taking him as well as you could. God he could watch your head bouncing up and down all day. He enjoyed the way you pulled away to tentatively poke out your tongue and lick his head like a lollipop, then sucked away the leaking precum.

“D...daddy?” You mewled, your nails dug into his thighs, he could tell you were somewhat nervous.

“What is it, baby girl?” He choked on the words.

“Am I doing okay? A-are you enjoying this?”

“More than I could tell you.” He stroked your cheek for just a second before pulling you back onto his throbbing cock. His hips jolted forward before you were fully settled, and something about the strangled sound coming from your throat, the way your throat closed around him, had him groaning in rapture. He continued thrusting in, watching you desperately try to keep up with him. Your body moved up, hands gripped his thighs tightly, as you tried to move with each thrust.

Changbin's head rolled back on the edge of the couch as his hips drove deeper into your mouth. His hands were both buried in her hair, tugging you down while holding you as still as possible. The sight of your drool spilling down your chin, soon to be mixed with his cum, had him circling the edge. He wanted to feel more, have your teeth against the sensitive skin, have you whimpering, have you shamelessly moaning his name as you took him deeper. His hips stuttered to a halt as he finally exploding in your mouth.

He looked down to see the way the white beads dribbled down your jaw, your tongue flicked out to catch what you could, the back of your hand wiping away what you couldn't. Your eyes never broke contact with his as you did so.

He reached down to capture your jaw, holding you in place as he slid down to kneel in front of you. As you maintained eye contact, he leaned in, your bodies pressed together, his lips made contact with yours in a soft, but searing kiss. Changbin held you in his arms, refusing to let go until he had his fill.

You finally pushed at his chest, giggling as you did so. “Bini, stop! That's ticklish!”

“What is?” He pulled away, a giggle bubbling up from him as well.

“Your hair! I can feel it all over my face.”

“Ah, is that so?” He leaned in, rubbing his hair against your face. “How is this?” He was still giggling as he pulled you closer, unwilling to part just yet.

“Yesss!!!” You pushed at his chest, but found yourself wrapping your hands around his arms. Your giggles slowly turned into soft moans. “Bin, ah...” Your forehead was pressed against him. “I um...I enjoyed that. Doing that with you.”

“Me too.” He left a quick peck on your lips.

“I have a secret.” your voice was almost too low to hear, but Changbin managed to pick up on the words.

“What's that?”

“I might have suggested to Wooyoung to switch partners. I uh...I was hoping I'd get to work with you, but Sooyoung told me that you and Wooyoung always worked together. I never thought we'd do this. But, you're so cute that I wanted the chance to work with you.”

A low rumble came from Changbin's chest as he began to laugh. “You manipulated Wooyoungie to convince the professor to split us up, because you knew he would pair you and me if Wooyoung decided to follow his dick, because you wanted to just work with me? Without expectations?”

“I mean, I wouldn't say there were no expectations. Of course I was hoping it would come to....something like this. But, it wasn't like I would be disappointed if it didn't?”

“Does Wooyoung know you think I'm cute?” Changbin nuzzled your neck.

“Um, no. Only Sooyoung does.”

“If Sooyoung knows, than Chan knows. You are aware of that, right?”

You groaned. “No..ugh. He will find no end in teasing me if he ever finds out we did this. So, don't tell him.”

“That's going to be hard. Pretty sure he already knows that I was...more than interested in you. And also, he's going to be the first to know when we fuck somewhere in the Language Arts building.”

“Uh, what?”

“Oh yeah. You didn't think I was going to be done with you after one night, did you? Hell nah. I'm going to make sure I have made sure you are never going to be fulfilled by another man before I let you get away from me.” Changbin held you closer. “I might even wait until we are both old and wrinkly. There is a teachers' bathroom on the third floor that no one actually ever uses. I will probably have to suck off Chan to get the code for it, but I think it'll be worth it. That's probably how he'll find out I'm banging you in there. But, it is definitely going to be worth it.”

“Wait, why are you the one sucking off Chan?”

“Because there is no way I'm going to let you near him until I know you are done for other men, duh.”

“Wait, is that what Wooyoung told Chan that you were bitching about the other day?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it was.”

“You are-”

“Sexy? Amazing? The cutest?” Changbin flashed a dazzling smile.

“Yes. All of those things.” You stretched in Changbin's arms. “But, it is also really late, and I should get back, now.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I didn't drive myself to the party, and I am sure Sooyoung will be worried about me.”

Changbin scoffed. “Sooyoung is definitely not worried about you.”

“Why would you say that?” You looked worried, and slightly upset.

“Because she knew damn well that Wooyoung had forced me to go to that stupid party. She never would have left you alone for that long if she didn't suspect that I would end up taking you home. And, your phone hasn't gone off this whole time. You really think she doesn't know that I have you?”

“Okay, those are all reasonable. But also, suspicious. And rude. Wow, she really just abandoned me so you could shoot your shot. What an asshole.”

“Yeah, I mean that sounds exactly like something Sooyoung would do. I am just surprised Chan hasn't started bitching me out for bringing you here? Anyway, you're staying here tonight, because tomorrow I am going to show you what this dick can really do.”

“Uh, we are supposed to start working on our assignment this weekend? And don't think I've forgotten that you lied to me about being busy with Wooyoung all weekend.”

“That!! Was a lie, I admit. But, I promise to make up for it.” Changbin's nose scrunched cutely. You pushed him away, tried to crawl farther away, but Changbin followed, whining.

“Nah, don't look at me like that. And find me some clothes. I am filthy because of you.”

[sometimesiwritethings]

Hi, I am back with Wooyoung's. Here is the blog post.

I feel like your other 2 bias would level out the submissive energy of Mingi & Yeosang...so Jongho & Wooyoung?

I feel like you're a Jongho stan.

Here's the blog post:

I can be more specific because we have his birth time.

I will be discussing CNC in this analysis.

Wooyoung is 90% dominant, he's more dominant than San but at the same he loves experimenting so he's open to trying EVERYTHING and with all dynamics.

His Libra Venus is at a Virgo degrees & combined with his Capricorn Mars, he would want a partner that is at his full mercy, the 'you are my property' type of mercy.

Master, Daddy, Sir would all be words he would love to be called. Capricorn placements & degrees= a love for authority & discipline, both giving & receiving. Mommy/Mistress if he's in a submissive space.

Shibari, rope, bond&ge, cuffs would be things he would love to incorporate, giving & receiving.

His 5th House in Aquarius means he loves all things unconventional & his type would probably be foreigners or anyone that does not fit into Korean beauty standards. If he's into women, would love 'bigger' women. Would love his partner to have tattoos/piercings.

His Libra Venus means looks & appearances are extremely important to him, he would love for you to wear a full face of make-up & watch the mascara run down your face as he ruins you. His Venus in the 1st means he's attracted to people who have a similar personality to him.

His Capricorn Mars/Libra Venus duo means he liked glamorous partners, partners with elegance & a chic style, think like Marilyn Monroe, that va va voom energy.

Wooyoung does give me total fboi energy but his Cancer moon means he's probably less open to 'open/casual' relationships than what we believe. Wooyoung wants to give out fboi energy to add to his 'bad boy' image but he does desire long-term, committed relationships.

The man is possessive, extremely! I mean, have we not seen him with Yeosang? So marking would be a huge turn-on for him. Both giving & receiving, would love his partners to leave HUGE hickies on him that causes the make-up artists to cringe.

Wooyoung is a huge 🍑 man but also having a toned back would turn him on, would love a lot of behind & doggy positions. The type to f$ck & make love at the same time.

Has huge stamina & endurance, he can stay aroused for a long time & have multiple rounds. Like 3-4 times a day for 20-40 minutes at a time.

CNC!! Would love to 'violate' his partner & have his partner at his full mercy. By this I mean, if he's had a concert & his adrenaline is high, he would love to just bend you over & his way with you.

It would be easy to remain in the friend zone with this man as he desires a partner who is his best friend. If he's toxic, he would prefer the 'FWB' path because it offers him the intimacy he desires w/o the emotional vulnerability.

He likes it ROUGH & MESSY, the more fluids the better. Sagittarius = VOCAL! Even the sounds from the act would turn him on and he would love it, probably has a spit k&nk & would love to spit on you to let you know your his (I mean, are we surprised?).

Air placements= PUBLIC SEGGS, EXHIB$T$ONISM,MIRROR SEGGS, 3Somes, voyeurism, would love to record himself during the act so he could j£rk off to it when he's on tour.

Would love to send & receive NOODZ. He would probably do that old-school pose where he's shirtless with pants undone, probably the type to send it where it looks like he's dropped his camera halfway 😂😂. The ones who are old enough to read this post will understand what I mean.

Basically, when the situation calls for them not to be in the mood, he's going to be in the mood.

OversTimulation, or$asm denial & ed$ing he would LURRVE, both giving & receiving.

De$radation & humiliation he would love, both giving & receiving. The type to love call his partner b*tch.

'Who's my b*tch? That's right, you're Wooyoung's b*tch'

Wooyoung is extremely versatile so he would love an experienced partner that he could try filthy things with but he would also love an inexperienced partner that he can corrupt to please him & only him.

His Scorpio mercury makes him the king of dirty talk & he would use his mouth for filth.

'You act like you're a whore but still moan like it's your first time' (hard degradation is his thing, yes).

Such a tease & brat, it's why he would love an inexperienced partner so he could tease them about it (but in a loving & respectful way.)

Aww, you look so beautiful when you blush for me, maybe I can make you blush in another way tonight'.

Would be amazing with the aftercare, would praise you so much afterwards, it would almost be like a switch. He's a huge hugger so afterwards would spoon you, press kisses to your shoulder & tell you how beautiful you were.

Sagittarius= LOVER OF THIGHS. Would love for you to ride his thigh, would love for you to wear stockings so he can rip them apart. Would also be the type to grip your thigh when your in public to show off that you are his.

He would love clothed seggs, buttons torn off, stockings ripped, bra strap pulled down the shoulders, all those lil things he would froth over.

Physical touch is so important for him so in public, expect for him to hold your waist, rub your back, run his fingers through your hair. Would love to pull your hair while you're on your knees for him.

Beauty dates would be a great way to bond together like putting on face masks, giving each other massages, manicures.

A best friend who has writhing & crying underneath him is what Wooyoung is like as a bf.

hard agree on so much of this. Wooyoung is constantly pushing boundaries with the other members, plus Seonghwa's mentioned he finds the rough play and teasing to be enjoyable even when he's verbally telling Wooyoung to knock it off. simply telling him to "stop" might not work, but Wooyoung seems very sensitive to changes in tone or facial expression or some other subtle signal that lets him know enough is enough. so i can easily see him being into CNC

very messy boy, expect to be coated with Wooyoung's spit, sweat, cum, and other fluids by the time he's done with you. he loves watching you get wrecked too. after he's had his first round with you after a concert, Wooyoung will hold you against his chest with your thighs open and encourage the other members to use you for stress relief before he's ready to go again

have you ever had a cat or dog bite you a little too hard when roughhousing and then they lick the bite mark as an apology? that's exactly what Wooyoung does: covers you with bite marks, then soothes them with his tongue

i think you're right about him being less casual than the fandom expects. the issue is Wooyoung values friendship over romance, so he needs a partner who is also his best friend. but he also fears that making things official will ruin the friendship, and gets stuck in ill-defined fwb situations that often lead to misunderstandings and hurt feelings. which ultimately reinforces his fear of commitment

mistakes usually have to be made and forgiven on both sides before any relationships can take the next step, and this goes double for Wooyoung. show him you're willing to stick around to work through the misunderstandings instead of pulling away. this requires you be the more mature one and offer comfort to the person who's hurt you most. but overcoming those hardships will strengthen Wooyoung's sense of security and is the only clear way out of an eternal fwb arrangement

you're on the right track with balancing sub and dom energies in my biases ^w^ Wooyoung is one of my biases for exactly that reason- he's perfect for offsetting Yeosang. i'm not much of a Jongho stan, tho!

Jongho, Seungmin, and Jeongin are ones i haven't "clicked" with yet. i usually have a harder time clicking with maknaes ^^; it was the same with EXO's Sehun, BTS's Jungkook, GOT7's Yugyeom... it's easier for me to connect to those in the hyung line, especially the "mothers" of the group (Suho, Seokjin, Jinyoung...)

Seonghwa's mommy dom energy is the perfect balance for lil baby Mingi <3 (with daddy Hongjoong as a bias wrecker)