#helped me a lot at the time thank you chungha

[vanilladaises-rp]

(tw: mentions of food, lmk if there is anything else! I worked a lot harder on this one so I hope you all enjoy it! Don't be afraid to ask questions! Also I'm so fucking happy I learned how to use the "keep reading" feature! Thank you for your support! 🫶🏻)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥

✧ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢 ✧

Taking out the last batch of gingerbread cookies with a sigh, "Finished, now we wait." Felix said wiping his forehead with a "phew" motion. He had been working all afternoon on pastries and activities for the ball, baking desserts, setting up the ballroom and making any last minute adjustments. Earlier this week, him and Princess Chungha had decorated the whole castle inside and out, it was perfect, like a castle you can only dream out. It didn't matter how much time had passed, every time the castle was dolled and lit up it made his heart flutter. It may sound weird but he loved his kingdom and loved the history and memories it held within the walls.

This was no time to reminisce though, In just an hour his guests would arrive and begin to fill the empty festive halls. Once Felix was content with each room, he was lead to his chambers to change into his attire for the ball. It wasn't anything too flashy, he didn't want to overdress, afraid it may overwhelm his guests. It's silly, but Felix is an overthinker, he couldn't help but over observe every detail. The seemsist left his outfit displayed in his room once he arrived and left him with his dressers to change. It was a simple white button down with a brown sweater, and black shoes.

After adding some accessories, Felix headed down stairs and greeted his first guests. Princess Chungha, Jennie and Miyeon all three dress in beautiful dresses, colors canon to the theme of the ball, "Hello handsome Prince" Miyeon cooed dragging her finger across his cheek, sending him a wink. It had been awhile since they saw each other and with Irene out of the way, this was the perfect chance for her to have some alone time with him, "How about you show me around your castle?" She smiled linking her arm with his, making Felix's face heat up. Miyeon was stunning and confident but she secretly intimidated him and a was a little scared of her, "U-Um sure, I'll show both of you around" He quickly linked Jennie with his other arm, giving her a scared look with made her scoff and role her eyes, "This way" the poor prince gulped. He was already expecting to see (😆) tonight, so he didn't want Miyeon to get the wrong impression

While he was showing them around, a few more guest had arrived in some in sexy and some in cozy attire, "Wow, and I thought the outside was breathtaking . . . Look at this place" Agaped, Henry stood in shock staring at the castle's spectacular interior, smiling with stars in his eyes looking adorable in his cozy sweats. While on the other hand, Queen Sunmi stood their in her sexy fitting dress narrowing her eyes at the wizard as he gawked at Felix's decor, "Tch, I could do, . . No, correction, I have done better, this" she traced a circle in the air with her finger, referring to the decor "Is just a sliver of my capability" she scoffed in "as a matter of fact" tone with her arms crossed. "Don't listen to him" Jiwoo spoke up joining the two in her dress and black beret, "Henry is amazed by light switches, I know your ball would have been way better" She winked, linking arms as the Castle's Steward intrusted to sit in the dining hall, Henry stuck in a trance before following them.

"Anal makes your hole weak?" Seulgi repeated with furrowed brows trying to understand the punchline of Jungkook's joke. He chuckled at her puzzled face as she continued to think about it, "Cute" Jungkook mumbled, reaching to caress her face, that was until Soyeon pulled her back, "Sorry dear" She gritted her teeth, kicking Jungkook's shoulder blade making him fall forward and grunt in pain, "It seems I forgot to take out the trash before you came" hearing Jungkook groan in pain made her smirk, taking his place where he was sitting with Seulgi. She furrowed her brows but nodded with a smile, "Okay!" She agreed giving Soyeon a hug, making the tattooed women's eyes widened but soon she obliged and hugged her back "I'm Soyeon, what's your name dear?" She asked once pulling away, "stealing" Jungkook's move by caressing her hair, while an upset Jungkook sat there glaring at his friend "Fucking cockblocker" he spat , making Soyeon Scowl. Jungkook rolled his eyes until he realized, (🖕🏻) was coming tonight. They weren't super close yet, but he was excited to see her outside of the shop.

"How long are you going to stare her down? Lee know chuckled at Irene, the two of them sitting on one side of the carriage while Sana was on the other. Irene had pick the two of them up, insisting she'd give them ride, once they arrived, she park the car and rode the carriage up the hill to Felix's castle, "Until my eyes can burn holes in her skin" She mumbled back, making Lee Know laugh some more, Sana being completely oblivious of her staring as she was too in awe at the pretty scenery. Irene was very much aware that (🗝️) had been giving the pretty psycho more attention, following her like some lovesick puppy. It was revolting to say the least, after everything she had done for him, this is how he repays her? No, she will not accept that, Irene would set the whole world on fire if it meant having you to herself, "Well, I'll tell you one thing" spoke Lee know, breaking Irene away from her thoughts, "Sana may seem harmless, but she is more psychotic than she appears to be" He warned. Irene scoffed, rolling her eyes at his words, Irene didn't care how crazy the pink princess was, if blood needed to be spilt, so be it. "So am I" she whispered in Lee Know's ear as they arrived.

Entering the common room, Princess Chungha sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief, "See it's much more warmer in here" She smiled looking over at the fire. The princess had just arrived after picking up her two vampire friends, "Are you sure we won't get in trouble?" Mina chuckled sitting down next to her. The princess rolled her eyes and smiled back at Mina, "Don't worry, I helped him decorate and we're friends so he won't mind us snooping around" She grabbed Mina's hand to reassure her. The two chatting and giggling as Chungha told her how flustered Felix was when decorating "He was running around like chicken with its head cut off" Mina chuckled. While the two were conversing, Leo sat on the couch on the other side of the coffee table, he didn't seem shy or awkward, just quiet, "Your friend okay?" Chungha asked sending Leo a smile. The man was tall, handsome, and definitely her type, but he seemed a little too "tsundere" for her "Yeah he's fine" Mina looked at Leo, sending him a concerning look, wanting to make sure he was okay. In response Leo gave the two a small smile and nodded at Mina, assuring her he was fine "Just not much of a talk" She added.

"Awe she's your girlfriend?" Hongjoong smiled as the wolf showed him a picture of Joey (🥟). Matthew chuckled "No, not yet at least" He smiled "I've only met her a few times but she is sweet and funny" swiping through his pictures he lands one he took at your first dance practice, beaming at how cute you looked "And she's beautiful which doesn't hurt" Hongjoong chuckled and rolled his eyes. Matthew and Joey hadn't known each other long but he really did care for her and was excited to see her tonight, "She is a beauty" said a dark figure coming from behind the two. Bobby stood there staring at the picture on Matthew's phone. The wolf narrowed his eyes, feeling uncomfortable with Bobby's stare and the way he spoke about Joey. "Thanks, um" He looked at Hongjoong who was glaring at Bobby, "Ready to go?" The wolf got up and headed towards the door of Hongjoong's house, his first impression of Bobby was not the best so he made a mental note to keep an eye on him tonight, especially around Joey.

Everyone was almost here, just a few more and then the ball would begin. While waiting, all the arrived guests sat in the dining hall waiting to be served their meals, "You've only kissed her?" Nayeon chuckled, making the poor wolf's ears turn red, he bit his lips nervously "Well yeah, we've only been one date together?" Chan spoke with a puzzled face, he was confused on what the witch was declaring, "And you've only kissed her? Tch, if you don't rail her soon she'll get bored" Nayeon continued to laugh as they enter the dining hall, "Not everyone thinks about sex" spoke up an annoyed Changkyun. Nayeon had spoke the entire way here and needless to say to say, Changkyun wouldn't be upset if he never heard her voice again, "Is that true? Does Emry (🍓) really think I'm boring?" The puzzled Chan thought out loud. He knew things were still fresh with her but he never stopped to think if he was too cautious with their relationship, "If she didn't like you, she wouldn't be coming tonight" Changkyun patted Chan's shoulder, "Plus Nayeon is the worst person to take advice from when it comes to love" He scoffed making the wolf chuckle. His words definitely made Chan feel more relieved, but couldn't shake the thought off.

"We wouldn't have been late if you knew how to fucking give directions!" "It's not my fault you can't fucking hear!" "Would you two stop fucking yelling!?" The tattooed man sighed rubbing his temples. If Woosung would've known riding with two of the toughest men would lead into them arguing like a bunch of kids, he would've just rode with Soyeon. "We're in a goddamn castle for Christ's sake, I know were late but we're here now, so shut the fuck up and calm down!" Woosung was never one to yell, but until you have been in a car with Taehyung and Wonho, you won't understand the torture he has been through. "Whatever, I only came here for my friend" Tae rolled his eyes, he has never been good at making friends but tried his best for (🐶). Tae didn't want to cause a scene and embarrass her. "So you came here to fuc-" "Nope, we're not fighting again. You two need to chill" The tattoo artist sighed "Should've just stayed home" he thought. "There you are, I thought you all got lost" Felix smiled interrupting Woosung's thoughts, but his expression soon changed seeing the irritated looks on the mens face "Um, T-This way" He gulped.

˖ ࣪ . 🦢 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

"Thank you everyone for coming" Felix spoke with a shaky voice, fixing his colar as Chungha smiled giving him a thumbs up. "Food is ready, but you are welcome to roam wherever you'd like" He stated more proudly this time, "We have the ballroom to dance, Projection rooms for films, and the spa is also open" Felix for the first time felt proud of himself for accomplishing such a big event, he planned out every activity, pastry and meal. "Please enjoy yourselves" The night has begun and he only hoped for the best.

tags: @idontlikelizards @honey-beaut @livealittleoc-cb @luxora @halloween-idols @nana-n-nono @angelsxdemons-cb @wiickedxgood @bunnybubchan @lowblotrp @moonlightchn @welcome-to-maniac @dia-oc @writingstuffandmore @zzzhoonie @k-venturetime @badbf-cb @evicted-oc @yanderexmuses @thisisnoteuropeanstyle @oc-honeys

These muses would like to see you under the mistletoe...

(🥟) Matthew, (🍓) Bang Chan, (🖕🏻) Jungkook, (🐶) Taehyung

(🗝️) Sana, (😆) Felix

[mintwithchoco]

Unforgettable

ITZY Lia x Male Reader

Word Count: 6373 words

Categories: fluff, smut, a fuckton of oral because why not, busker! lia

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"What the hell is this? Is this what you call a proper document?!"

You stood there silently with your head down, hurting your ears with your boss scolding you for your mistake in your work. Again. These past few days were repeating itself over and over again, and it feels like fate was really not on your side.

"How the fuck did you even get your degree if submit trash like this?!"

All her words were going into your right ear and out your left ear. At this point, you were almost at your limit. But you had to resist since the job paid well and is a job in your field of study.

"It's useless for me to waste my breath on a person like you. Just...get out of my office." You quickly grabbed the files that she slammed on the ground, all the while making a mental note on how to improve them.

"Yes, miss Chungha." You turn your back and head towards the door behind you to leave the office.

After you close the door, you walk to your desk slowly. You felt all the stress building up inside of you and weighing you down. Each of your co-workers that passed by looked at you with concern until you reached your desk. They know that you have been scolded a lot, but they have never seen how much it truly affected you. Sitting down on your chair, you stared at the literal void of the blank screen on your computer. With a big sigh, you turned it on and started to revise the files for the fourth time this week.

Several hours later, you felt the need to grab a drink. Opening the door to the break room, you were relieved that no one was inside. You wanted at least some time all to yourself. With your favorite mug in your hand, you grabbed a coffee pod and placed it in the chrome finished machine. You took out your phone as the machine started to brew the coffee, checking some notifications you missed while working. While you were distracted, someone came into the room without you realizing it.

"Boo!" The person surprises you from behind by putting her hands on your shoulders.

Nancy Jewel McDonie, the only co-worker that you are close with in the company. Both of you go way back, taking some of the same classes back in university and unexpectedly, as fate willed it, both getting accepted to the same company - even the same department no less. From having meals together regularly to hanging out at each other’s place during the weekends, it was clear that you both were inseparable. But surprisingly, your relationship never quite transitioned into being intimate with one another.

Your phone flew in the air as you were startled by her sudden appearance. While you desperately tried to catch it, Nancy placed her hand on her stomach and laughed hard at your antics. She always loved to tease you, sometimes annoyingly - like any best friend would do. You were used to it at this point, felt that she had her moments where it could get too far.

“Goddamnit, Nancy!” You said after successfully catching your phone and having a mini heart attack at the same time.

“Hehe, sorry!” Nancy replied and let out a little chuckle. Like always, only she was happy to be teasing you.

“Rough day?” She then asked you as she gave you your mug that was filled with the now finished coffee.

“Yeah, I got scolded by the boss again. Third time in two days.” You answered after taking a little sip of the coffee. The amber colored liquid helped calm your nerves further.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure you’re doing okay. You just need to fix up a few things here and there and you’re good!” Nancy assured you while making her own cup of coffee.

“...I guess you’re right. T-Thanks.” You said, sighing.

“Oh yeah, about our dinner tonight...” Nancy said, reminding you about the plans you made earlier in the day.

“What about it?”

“I...can’t go. My parents are coming over to my place and I gotta prepare stuff for them. My dad goes on and on about having a giant ham with mashed potatoes and a bunch of side dishes." Nancy said with a hint of disappointment in her tone, tilting her head down. It had been a while since the two of you hung out, so you understood why she was acting that way.

“Hey, it’s fine. There’s always another time.” You reassured her by pinching her right cheek as she sipped on her coffee.

“So then, what are you gonna do tonight?”

“I guess I’ll play Genshin. It’s been awhile.”

“You mean that game where everyone spends their money on a literal JPG? And didn’t you spend all of yesterday’s lunch break playing it? It’s all you ever talk about whenever we hang out.”

“Nancy, please. It is an action role-playing game of epic proportions. I’m not sponsored by them, though.”

After a wholesome conversation with Nancy, you returned back to work until it was time to go home. Being the last person to leave the office, you realized that you were about to miss your train. Quickly packing your belongings, you sprinted out of the office and company building to reach the train station. Luckily, you were able to make it with seven minutes left to spare.

The train ride was dull like usual - everyone on their phones including you and only the faint voices of people talking was heard. During the whole entire ride, you were only thinking about relieving the day’s stress by playing video games. Once the train came to a halt and reached the stop that was near where you live, you gathered your thoughts and prepared to disembark the train.

Walking out from the train and through the train station, you started to reminisce about your day. You got scolded by your boss for the fourth time this week, not to mention the Mount Everest sized amount of files and documents that you still needed to work on. The very thing you were looking forward to - dinner with Nancy was now canceled because of her parents coming over to visit her.

‘Ah, what a bad day today…’ You thought to yourself and began to drag your lifeless body home.

As you walk even further to the exit of the station, your ears then catch a familiar voice.

“Seems like everybody’s got a price, I wonder how they sleep at night”

‘Wait...isn’t that-’ You walk a bit faster and the angelic voice gets louder with each step you take.

“Why is everybody so serious, acting so damn mysterious”

‘Right - she’s here again today!’ You continued on, almost hitting a few people on the way as you knew who the owner of the voice was.

Well, not really.

“Everybody look to the left, everybody look to the right”

After walking up a set of stairs, you finally left the station and instantly, you look towards your right. With the help of a small crowd already forming around the bench near the stairs, you smiled and quickly joined the crowd to see the performance.

“It’s not about the money, money, money, we don’t need your money, money, money”

Every day on your way back home, there was always a girl that busks near the stairs down to the underground train station. At first, you weren’t that interested and assumed she was one of those usual “struggling artists who felt misunderstood by society”. But once you hear her singing, it immediately warms your heart and makes you feel calmer on the inside. This was especially true when you were having a bad day - which seemed to be pretty much everyday so far. Her honey-like voice is so pretty and soothing that you would have believed she’s a real angel if someone were to tell you so. And if that wasn’t enough, she has a unique striking visual too. Eventually, you become a regular crowd at her busking and would always donate a bit of money to her as a token of appreciation before going back home. It’s safe to say that the girl has helped you to stay sane when you’re feeling down and regain your confidence to get through the next day.

“Wanna make the world dance, forget about the price tag, yeah”

As the girl ends the song with a final strum on her guitar, the crowd then claps at her outstanding performance and the girl bows a few times towards the crowd. As you were clapping alongside them, you thought to yourself how her singing was a bit off today. It wasn’t bad no, it felt like there was…a faint trace of sadness in her singing.

‘Maybe I’m just overthinking again…’ You thought to yourself as you pulled out your wallet to give her some donation.

‘Hmm, I feel like I should give her more today…’

‘But, it would be weird if I suddenly gave her more than usual right?’

‘Nah, I don’t think she would notice...’

‘Awh, I really don’t want to look like a weirdo in front of her…’

“Uhh, oppa?” The girl suddenly comes up to you while you were debating with your own thoughts in your head, making you startle and blush in embarrassment.

“Ah, y-yEs?” Your voice suddenly cracks as you talk, making you blush harder.

“I...want to thank you for always coming by my performances…” She said while running her fingers through her straight dark brown hair.

“...and also, I have something to tell you, since you’re the one who’s always here.”

“Eh?”

‘Wha-what could it be? I hope that it’s a good news!’ You thought as you listened carefully to her.

“Um, actually…” She looks down on the floor, hesitant to say what she had in mind.

“Actually...today is the last day that I’m gonna be here.”

You felt your heart falling and shattering into a million pieces at that moment. To say that you were disappointed was an understatement. You were heartbroken and sad. The one constant that healed you after a long and stressful day at work will now be gone. You never thought that this could happen - on top of an already terrible day.

“C-Can I ask w-why to be e-exact?” You asked nervously.

“I found a job...and I don’t think I’ll have the time anymore to busk here.”

“Oh, I-I see…”

Now, your mind was at a much calmer state. Her getting a job means that she’s doing well and it is something that should be celebrated. You opened up the wallet that was still in your hand and took out a few bills, more than you usually gave her.

“Here, take this. A-As a congratulatory gift to you for getting a job.” You said as you handed her the money. She was immediately flustered upon realizing how much you were giving her.

“Eh? But, i-isn’t this a bit too much? I would already be happy if you just congratulated me…” The girl tries to reject your gift but you stand by your decision of giving her your appreciation.

“It’s fine, please take it. After all, this is the only way I can repay you. Your singing has helped me out a lot when I’m feeling down and given me the energy to resume my work the next day, so I’m truly grateful for that.”

The girl was speechless upon hearing your words. Never in her life would she ever dreamed about making someone’s day better just by singing alone. As she stares at your pure yet nervous expression while hesitating to grab the money off of your hand, she feels something in her heart, a feeling she can’t describe. After much thinking, her mind has thought of an idea - to get to know you better.

“If you want to congratulate me on getting a job, how about we...get some drinks together?” The girl said, causing your eyes to widen and your heartbeat beginning to kick into overdrive.

“Hm, oppa? Are you okay?” The girl asked as you stood still and stayed silent, trying to analyze what just happened.

"Ah! Y-Yes, of c-course! I'd..I'd love that."

“Alright, let’s go then. I know a perfect place.” The girl smiled sweetly to you after agreeing to her invitation, grabbing her stuff and her iconic guitar that she always plays in her performances.

“Uhm, may I ask what’s your name?” You asked her as you both started to walk towards the place mentioned by her earlier.

“Oh, it’s…”

“Are you really gonna give up singing, Lia?!” You said loudly after gulping down on your second glass of beer.

During the walk to the restaurant, you’ve finally learned the girl’s name and a bit about her background. Her name is Choi Jisu, but she prefers to be called by her nickname, Lia. She is a native-born Korean, but lived in Canada using the name Julia for a few years when she was little before returning and going to international schools. That explains why her accent was a bit different than others. She started to sing back in elementary school and had gone through a lot of auditions to become a trainee. Unfortunately, she didn’t pass any of them and decided to look for a job instead.

“Y-Yeah...To be honest, I still want to continue singing but I don’t think I would have time after work…” Lia replied, a bit flustered at your drunk state.

“B-But, I always thought that you would get famous in the future…” You said while pouting, earning a cute giggle from Lia who was in front of you.

“Ahaha, you think too much of me oppa!” Lia said before proceeding to drink her own glass of beer.

Observing her silently as she gulps down on her beer, you didn’t even know where to look, not because you were too drunk, but because everything about her was so attractive. Her hair that was down earlier was now tied up into a cute bun, showing off more of her striking visual. Once she finishes her drink, she sighs and smiles at how refreshing it was. Your heart flutters as you see that eye smile once again and how her cheeks look so soft and squishable. Going down, her yellow top stood out amongst her denim jacket and her jeans. In addition to that, the top definitely helped to show off the outlines of her breasts which your eyes were glued upon for some time.

“You know oppa...you’re the first person to ever praise my singing.” Lia suddenly confessed to you, snapping you out of your trance.

“Huh? But there were many others who came to your performances though!”

“Yeah, but you’re the first one to openly say it to me!” With Lia’s giggle by the end, it went quiet between the both of you for a few seconds,

“I...actually really like that feeling of people walking by stopping and listening to my performances. And to be honest, I still had that dream that maybe I can get famous on my own without a company just by busking alone. But…I’ve gradually lost that feeling these days. I don’t know why I was losing it since it used to influence me a lot, so I thought that it was the right time to give up and get a real job instead.”

Lia’s words hit you with a sense of realization. You can truly understand why she was quitting as a singer now, and you were confident enough to say that Lia has thought about it after careful consideration and thorough thinking. You also had no power to intervene and force her to keep singing, so the sadness that you had was slowly fading away.

“...But still!" You suddenly started to cry by putting your arm over your eyes and sniffling, the feelings in your heart were coming out.

"I hope that you...you remember that th-there's still some people who like your singing, Lia!...I really love it...” Your final words descending in volume, Lia just smiled softly in silence.

“Thank you so much oppa, I’m really glad to hear that.”

“Ah, I’m so sorry. I was supposed to be congratulating you, but I ended up being really pessimistic instead…” You apologized for your behaviour just now but Lia brushes it off with another giggle.

“It’s fine oppa. You’re really adorable!”

All the blood rushes to your face in an instant, never in your life has someone called you adorable, not even Nancy. You panicked and choked while finishing up on your beer and Lia immediately helped you out by giving you tissues, making you feel even more embarrassed.

“T-Thanks for that. Oh, we’re almost done with our drinks by the way, so is there anything else you want to do?” You asked as you realized the clean plates of food and both of your glasses almost empty on the restaurant table.

“Hmm, how about we...go somewhere else? I have a place in mind that I want to go with you.”

“S-Sure! I’m happy to do anything if it’s with you!”

‘How in the world…’

‘Out of all the places in the city…’

‘How did I end up here?!’

‘A...love hotel?!’

You sat nervously on the edge of the bed after having a shower with only a white robe covering your body. Meanwhile, Lia was visible through the clear windows of the shower room behind you, washing herself off with soap all over her naked body while humming to a song. Dirty thoughts and a sense of regret was the only thing that was in your mind because of all the various things that could happen in the next minute.

-

“H-Hey Lia…”

“Hm?”

“This is a j-joke right? I don’t think you’re that kind of person to be bringing me to a place like this…”

“But I’m not joking though?”

“Eh? B-But why?”

“You said that you’re happy to do anything with me, no?”

“Uhm, y-yes technically but-”

“So, what are we waiting for then? Let’s go~”

“W-Wait Lia!”

-

‘And now I’m stuck here, with a woman, in a love hotel room, while I could be playing games right now back at home..’ You thought to yourself as you facepalmed yourself.

‘Ugh, what should I do? I can’t possibly just leave her alone like this, plus it’s pretty late now at this point. But if this goes on any further…’

As you were lost in your own thoughts, Lia had already finished showering and had also put on a white robe to cover her body since she didn’t have any spare clothes. She then looks at you sitting very still on the bed with your hand on your head. Thinking that you were probably feeling the side effects from getting drunk earlier, she gets on the bed and kneels right next to you without you even realizing it.

“Oppa?” Lia shocks you with her sudden appearance.

“Are you alright? Did you drink too much?” Before you could answer, your eyes caught Lia’s robe loosening a bit around her chest area as she moved around, exposing her nipple.

“N-No! I’m n-not that drunk!” You answered while turning your head away from her quickly to avoid staring at her chest longer.

"That's good then…" Lia then fixes her robe.

"I'm m-more worried that you’re the one who drank too much! Bringing me to a place l-like this…”

“Oppa, you’re the one who drank two glasses of beer, so why would I be drunk right now?”

Inching closer to you, Lia seduces you with her flowery yet fresh scent. You try to move away by backing up until your back was on the headboard of the bed, still resisting and not wanting to do anything with her. But, her lust-filled bedroom gaze seems to never stop and eventually, she blocks your way of resisting any further by being right in front of you.

“You said that you wanted to be remembered forever, right oppa?” The white robe was beginning to slip off of Lia’s body. With a smirk, she unties the robe and reveals her naked body to you.

A gasp and a nod was all that you could do at that moment. Your breath was taken away by how close she was with you and how perfect her body was. Her breasts were irresistible, the perkiness made up for its small size and her nipples deliciously throbbing hard. To say that you were not turned on would go against everything you stood for as your cock was beginning to stretch the bottom area of your robe. Lia takes a glance at your crotch and smiles, thinking that her teasing was working.

“So then-” The robe was now fully discarded off of her hips, enticing you further into her desire with her legs.

“I’ll make this an unforgettable memory.”

Gulp.

“Also oppa…” Lia now stood up on her knees and leaned towards you, both of your heads were as closer than ever.

“What would happen if you forgot about me in the future?” Lia slightly pouts while asking the question. Before you could reply with a ‘Never!’, another gasp left your lips as Lia’s hand sneakily slipped under your robe and reached towards your erection.

“Then, I’ll have to make sure that you’ll never forget about me…” Her seductive whisper was the last pushing point to breaking your resistance.

Lifting up your robe up to your hips, the raging beast between your crotch was unveiled to Lia. Her mouth was watering with saliva, your size impressive to her naked eyes. Throbbing and leaking with precum, she grasps your shaft with her slim fingers, which looks cute and tiny to your eyes, despite the act that she was going to do next will be very far from being cute. She began with slow strokes, sending the first wave of sensitiveness all over your body.

Suddenly, Lia comes up to you again and connects both of your lips together. Your face was still burning red at this point and Lia’s sudden kiss is making it harder for you to calm yourself down. Her tongue asks for entrance into your mouth and you obliges immediately, now tasting upon each other’s saliva. Throughout all of this, she was still stroking your cock that was staining her hand with your leaking precum.

How much time has passed? You don’t know. But, what you do know is that your make-out session was getting too long as both of you were starting to lose your breaths. Pulling away finally after a few minutes, Lia looks down to see her fingers covered in your precum. She then brought them to her mouth to have a first taste of you.

"Mmm, you taste sweet oppa." She giggles once again, making you wonder how this adorable girl is now in between your legs, making such a lewd act.

Going back down on your crotch, Lia laid down comfortably and leaned her head closer to your crotch. Her mouth was a few inches away from the wet tip. When Lia opens her mouth, you prepare yourself to feel the warmth of her mouth but instead, she drives your sense of pleasure crazier by blowing hot breaths onto your cock.

“F-Fuck, don’t tease me like that...” You moaned.

“Judging by how much you’re leaking out, I think you’re enjoying this oppa.” Lia said with a smirk as her fingers worked to spread your precum all over your dick.

Without any further warning, Lia stuck out her tongue and licked the head by giving it a few swirls. Gathering some saliva in her mouth, she spits it on your shaft and spreads it just like earlier with your precum to lubricate your cock even more. You bite your lips in response, fully indulged in the pleasure that she was giving you. A lick on the underside of your shaft made your body jerk and the second lick made you let out a loud exhale.

Lia seems to be pleased by her work and felt like it’s about time to get to the next level. Wettening her lips and grabbing the base of your length, she finally takes you inside her inviting mouth. Slightly sucking on the first few inches on your shaft, you can definitely tell that she probably has done this before or at least learned from the deep depths of the internet.

Your breathy moans and the wet sounds of Lia’s blowjob filled the silence in the room. Up and down her head goes, your eyes didn't blink at any single point, watching her intently take your cock inch by throbbing inch. Her mouth is like a great pair with your dick, perfectly wrapping the whole of it. Furthermore, Lia had no problem with it - not making much gagging sounds as she deepthroated you.

Amazingly enough, you can still hold out from cumming too early despite never being sucked off by anyone before. Her left hand that was doing nothing suddenly swoops in and fondles your balls, stimulating them to increase the amount of dopamine being sent to your blood streams. Your moans grew even louder as Lia turned into a bobbing machine on your shaft, going as fast as she could and making sure that the tip always hits the back of her throat with each bob.

The tightness that you feel in your abdomen signifies that you were about to have your release soon. Realizing that you are throbbing a lot inside her mouth, Lia’s bobbing and fondling goes on at a killer pace. Your eyes began to close itself and your body shuddered harshly, accepting the fact that there was no turning back now.

A loud groan left your lips as you quickly held both sides of her head and pushed it deeper as you began to fill Lia’s warm mouth with thick copious ropes of your cum. She stops her bobbing and keeps her mouth close as you orgasm, trying to get every last drop of your essence. It was difficult however, with the amount that you’re releasing and the surface area of her mouth. The last streak of cum lands on the roof of Lia’s mouth and with that, she begins to swallow all of it. First gulp managed to go down her throat easily but the second one was a bit tough.

Pulling your cock slowly off of her mouth with a sigh, Lia opens her mouth to let you admire how she fully devoured all of your semen. Your sight was still a bit blurry due to your orgasm just now, but you knew that she was satisfied with her squealing excitedly.

“So, how was that oppa? Are you gonna remember me forever now?” Lia asked while wiping some remnants of your precum on her lips.

“I-I will still remember you even if you never did this in the first place!”

“Hm, you can say that easily, but surely you will forget about me if you met with another girl that could sing-”

“I made myself loud and clear that I love your singing very much! Don’t you understand that?!” You said loudly, a bit pissed and annoyed at how much she was teasing you at this point.

“My love for your singing will never go away, not even one bit!”

Silence filled the room with Lia’s eyes being wide open at what you just said. After a while, she smiles and grabs something on the bedside table, seemingly looking like a pill. When you finally realize that it was a birth control pill, Lia pops it in her mouth.

“I’m scared of being forgotten...and that’s why I brought you here in the first place, oppa.” She then slowly lays down on the bed with her head resting on the pillows and spreads her legs towards you, revealing her glistening pussy.

“Please...make my body remember your feelings towards me, so that I won’t forget you too.” With an uncontrollable seductive gaze, her fingers open up the folds of her pussy, inviting you to sin together with her.

‘Prove your worth to her.’ A random voice somewhere in your head fires you up.

The robe on your body was gone in an instant. You both were now fully naked together, filled with lust towards each other. Your arms go on both sides of Lia’s head, covering her with the shadow of your body. Lining up your cock with her needy pussy, there was no one who could stop you at this moment.

Sigh.

With a single push of your hips, the tip splits her folds and penetrates her pussy. The side effects of your post-orgasm just now was quickly felt with a shiver down your spine. You then proceeded to move your hips forward, adding another inch inside her. Lia began to spill out tears from her eyes, probably because of the pain and the pleasure, which makes you hesitate to continue.

“A-Are you okay? Should I stop?” You asked worryingly.

“N-No, please don’t! I-It’s just that…”

“Seeing how much you love my singing really makes me happy…” More tears fell out of her eyes as you learned the reason behind them, making you feel touched as well.

“Lia…”

“Thank you oppa...thank you so much for liking my singing…”

Sharing another kiss with one another, it was now not because of lust, but instead a new sensation that is sweet with a hint of sadness in it. As you pulled away from the kiss, Lia gave you a reassuring nod to keep going. Another push of your hips was made and half of your shaft was inside of her. The tightness of her silky walls can be sensed and you were hungry to feel it fully all over. It was a matter of time until your entire length was fully inside her, both of you letting out a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Staying inside her for a while because of how warm she is, it causes Lia to shriek and have her first orgasm of the night, shocking you at how sensitive she is.

As she ends her orgasm, you wrap her body with your arms, hugging her tightly and patting her back to relieve her from her high. After some minutes have passed, you whisper into her ear, asking if you can move around. She agrees and almost immediately, you move your hips back and forth in between her legs with a slow and gentle pace. Both of your moans filled the room, harmonizing with each other as your thrusts began to increase in speed.

Noticing that Lia’s hand was empty, you promptly grabbed them and interlocked them with yours. Lia, who had her eyes closed the entire time you were fucking her fluttered her eyes slowly and looked at you with a loving gaze. At that moment, sparks of joy can be felt inside both of your bodies and a beautiful relationship was formed.

“Lia, I…”

“I love you too, oppa.”

A few hours have passed - bringing along with them many different positions and orgasms. The two of you learned a lot about each other’s preferences and what techniques to use in order to speed up or slow down.

Lia enjoyed teasing you - now dragging her wet tongue on the underside of your shaft, feeling you throb each time. When she reached the tip, her tongue swirled around it and caused you to moan loudly. She would collect the precum that is dribbling out of your slit into her mouth and spit a generous amount of saliva onto your cock in return. Whenever you mustered the strength to open your eyes, you would look down and see Lia methodically lathering your cock with her saliva until it was glistening. Once she is satisfied and admires her handiwork, Lia grips your shaft and slowly begins stroking you - her ultimate tease.

She employs a simple technique of counterclockwise motions combined with smooth up and down strokes. Your eyes involuntarily closed once more and tilt your head back, feeling the pleasure of her wonderful handjob. Her hand moved up and down with ease thanks to her saliva lubricating you. Your moans increased in volume the longer she continued.

Lining you in front of her mouth, she parted her lips with your tip. You release a heavy breath as she engulfs your cock by taking the top half of it into her warm, wet mouth. The all too familiar euphoric sensation of entering Lia’s mouth once more causes you to close your eyes. Your moans continued as she began to slowly bob her head up and down.

“Lia, that feels so fucking good...” You moaned as your eyes were hypnotized by Lia sucking your cock.

You run your fingers through her dark brown locks before palming the back of her head. Lia smiles through a mouth full of cock, happy you are enjoying her sinful act. Your hand follows along to her bobbing motions, guiding her rhythm before she temporarily retreats her mouth from your cock. Spitting an obscene amount of saliva onto your shaft, she looks at you seductively as she slaps her cheeks with your cock, painting them with her own essence.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, oppa. I love sucking your cock.”

Taking your cock back into her mouth, Lia’s hands began to massage your thighs. Your hand continued to guide her rhythm as she bobbed her head up and down. She takes you deeper inside as she increases her pace, causing your loud moans to resume as Lia quickly takes every inch of your cock effortlessly. You watched in awe as she managed to take you fully into her mouth bobbing her head up and down repeatedly thanks to her well-lubricated throat. Her mouth was so warm and wet, causing her saliva to begin to escape, and seep out of the corners of her lips. You learned she loved keeping a pool of spit, as it allowed your cock a smoother entry to the back of her mouth.

Each time it struck the back of her throat, she showed no signs of struggle or discomfort. Her erotic moans sent a tingling vibration through your shaft as she giggled while consuming your cock. With lust-filled eyes and a strong determination to make you feel good, you knew Lia was enjoying herself, perhaps even more than you were. She surprises you by suddenly forcing your cock down her throat until her lips are your crotch. This causes you to moan loudly as you feel your tip reaching the deepest depths of her throat.

Grabbing your thighs while you hold her hair and the back of her head with both hands, both of you are deeply absorbed by the sinful act. You mentally counted the seconds that passed, wanting to see how long she would be able to hold you for. Lia’s eyes formed those familiar half moon crescents as you forced her head deeper. Nearing a full minute, she finally releases your cock. Gasping for air, the two of you saw a generous amount of saliva dripping from your cock, balls, and her mouth, she giggled in satisfaction of her now completed erotic action.

“Holy fuck, Lia… that felt amazing.”

Eventually, you both finally settled on a simple position of Lia laying down with her back facing you and you thrusting into her from behind. Her ass beautifully ripples with each one of your thrust. Her moans still sounded heavenly and beautiful as always, with the addition of the extreme wetness of her pussy due to you both having multiple orgasms before this. The sinful act was coming close to an end as the knot inside both of your stomach was getting tighter.

“I’m c-cumming!”

“M-Me too oppa!”

Finally ending your thrust with a loud clap of Lia’s ass hitting your crotch, you explode deep into her core, sending what you have left inside your balls while Lia wets both of your crotches and thighs with her juices. Exhausted, you pull yourself out from her pussy, which leaked out the mixed juices of you and Lia before laying down beside her. She then turns around and rests her head on your chest. You simply smiled at her actions and gave her one final quick peck on her forehead. Within minutes, both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

//timeskip//

"Hmm...hm. Good job, once again. It seems that you’re improving a lot these days.” Your boss said after checking the files that you’ve worked on.

It’s been a full week since your rendezvous with Lia. Ever since then, you were determined to work hard and more efficiently. By making a steady schedule and working overtime on some days, you were able to polish yourself and it has definitely shown in your work.

“Thank you, miss.”

“Keep it up, alright. Maybe I’ll treat you to dinner soon for all your hard work.” Chungha said as she gave you a hearty smile.

“Alright, miss!” You said with newfound determination.

Friday meant that you were working for only half of the day. Unfortunately, it was one of the hottest days of the year as the sun felt closer than ever. If someone were to wring your body like they would a towel, you were sure you would be able to fill up a large gallon bucket with just your sweat. Your apartment was only four minutes away but at this point, you really needed a break because of dehydration slowly consuming your body.

“Oh man, why is it so hot today?” You asked yourself as you wiped off the sweat on your forehead with a small towel.

Ding!

Immediately you rummage inside your pocket to check your phone.

[12:48 PM] Lovelia: I’m performing tonight!😚 If you have time, come over to the usual spot! I'll be waiting~💕

Smiling like a kid in a candy store, you typed away your reply.

[12:49 PM] You: Alrighty! Don’t forget about our date too this Sunday! 😉

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note; happy belated birthday to our favorite vocalist, choi jisu! i've always wanted to write fluff and i feel like i've done a pretty good job on this. heck, i even cried a little while writing this LMAOOO-

the plot of the story is actually inspired by this doujin (nsfw warning!) i found randomly one day. it's a short read but i really love it and wanted to expand it to be a story and uhh, here we are! so, credits to the original artist! also credits to @closedafterdark for helping me with editing!

lastly, the jinsoul story will probably not come out anytime soon, but there will be a surprise in between. i can't guarantee you that it can come out early, so hopefully my work won't stack up as much so i can write it. anyways, thank you so much for reading and have a good one <3

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Fromis App Part 3: Assistant - (G)I-dle Soyeon (ft. Red Velvet Seulgi, Chungha, GFriend SinB)

You check your phone, smiling when you get another message from Soyeon. She was a K-Pop producer and idol that you had matched with on the Fromis app, and the two of you have been swapping messages for a while. It wasn't really going anywhere - she was so busy and never had time for "dates" unfortunately, so you were surprised when she texted you.

Hey, can you help me with something?

Sure, what is it?

I need a recording assistant

Don't you have staff for that? Plus I'm not sure I'm qualified

Oh I'm sure you're qualified for what I need help with

You don't reply immediately, which Soyeon takes as hesitation, since she follows up with:

I'll make it worth your while

You break out into a smile.

Sure, when and where?

She texts you a time and location, and so you find yourself in front of a nondescript door on a Thursday afternoon. You take a deep breath and knock on the door. Soyeon appears in front of you once the door swings open - she looked even prettier in person.

"Hey stranger."

"Hey yourself, come in come in." As soon as you step through the door she pulls you in for a hungry kiss. Her tongue plunders your mouth, making you moan in surprise before she breaks it off, a strand of drool connecting the two of you before it snaps. "Mmm, good."

"Good?"

"Yup, you will do just fine."

"What exactly will I be doing? You said you needed an assistant?"

"Yes, I'm doing a recording session, you just need to be ready to assist."

"Ready to assist what?"

"You'll see." She winks and says nothing more. "Just have a seat and chill."

You shrug and sit down on the couch, taking in the large recording studio. In front of Soyeon was several monitors, and a bunch of meters and knobs - it looked more like a mission control room than a studio, if it wasn't for the large glass window looking into a recording room, mic stand at the ready. You watch her fiddle with the machinery, but soon get bored and begin watching videos on your phone. You go through a few, but then mid-video you hear Soyeon ask.

"Hey, can you go into the recording booth?"

"Sure." You go in. Soyeon's voice echoes in the room through a speaker.

"Can you hear me? If you can say something into the mic."

"Yes, testing, testing."

"Great, you can come out now, thanks." You exit the room, and Soyeon simply smiles at you before going back to work. Somewhat miffed at having to do something so mundane you return to the couch, mumbling as you fire up another video. Soon however, you head turns when you hear a knock on the door. "Come in!" Soyeon calls out.

"Hi Soyeon!" You are greeted by the brightly smiling face of Red Velvet's Seulgi! You quickly get up and bow slightly in greeting, which she returns a little awkwardly.

"Hi unnie, please don't mind him, thanks for coming!"

"Of course, I practiced a lot for today, so I hope it goes well." She says earnestly, dropping her stuff on the couch next to you.

"That's great, why don't you go in and get prepared then." Seulgi nods and enters the recording booth with her notes.

"Okay, let's begin." Seulgi's angelic voice fills the room as she sings. The recording seems to be going well, with Soyeon giving her lots of positive feedback, telling her what was good and what was great. That was until Seulgi had to try a high note.

"Let's try that again unnie." Soyeon says.

"Yes." Seulgi tries again, and you think she hits it, but Soyeon is not satisfied.

"Again." Soyeon shakes her head when she tries and fails again. "Again."

"One second." Seulgi grabs her bottle and drinks from it. "Okay, one more time."

"Almost..." Soyeon groans. She turns to you. "Are you ready?"

"Ready for?" You ask her, confused.

"Get in there." You follow her order and go into the recording booth, nodding to Seulgi in greeting.

"Unnie, he's going to help you reach that high note."

"I am?" "He is?" The two of you ask her through the glass pane.

"Yes." Soyeon looks you in the eye. "Fuck her, make her scream." You immediately harden at the thought, and Seulgi's face turns bright red.

"Soyeon! What are you saying!" She says shyly.

"Unnie, he comes highly recommended from the Fromis app, I know you don't use it, but you know what that means right?"

"I-I, I..." Seulgi nods mutely.

"Go on then." She eyes you through the window. "Don't tell me you don't want to."

"No, of course I want  to-" You stop yourself, realizing that Seulgi is right there with you.

"If you don't want to I'm sure I can find someone else on the app." Soyeon says curtly.

"I'll do it, i-if Seulgi's okay with it." You look almost hopefully at her.

"Y-yes please, help me hit that high note." She blushes as she gives you permission. Her hands are already on her jeans, her hips shimmying out of the tight fit. You make to take off your shirt, but you only get halfway before Soyeon's voice comes in again.

"Pretty sure you don't need to take your shirt off to do what you need to do, just get to fucking her." You turn red as Seulgi giggles.

"Right, sorry." You drop your shirt and remove your own jeans instead. Seulgi gasps and you hear Soyeon's approval through the speakers when they see the tent in your boxers.

"Mmm nice, now why don't you help Seulgi get comfortable." You do just that, wrapping your arms around her toned body, feeling her tremble.

"Relax." You say, even though you are just as tense as she is. You hands drift down to her panties, but she grabs your hand first.

"C-can you kiss me?" She asks shyly. You nod and lean into her, allowing Seulgi to close the distance of her own accord. Her lips tasted sweet when you lick them, and they quickly open up, her tongue tangling with yours. You enjoy the whines she produces when you run your hands up and underneath her top, feeling her smooth skin under your hands. Your makeout session is unfortunately interrupted by Soyeon.

"We don't have all day you know."

"Right, sorry Soyeon." Seulgi apologizes before turning to you. Her eyes are locked on yours as she slides her underwear off her delicious-looking legs. "I think I'm ready now." You drop your boxers in response, making Seulgi bite her lip in anticipation.

"Make sure she's facing the mic."

Seulgi bends over slightly, grabbing the mic stand for support, and you quickly follow, grabbing her hips from behind. Your tip slips in, and you are immediately overwhelmed by how wet she is already, and before you can stop yourself, you are sliding deeper into her.

"Ah!" A sharp cry leaves her lips.

"S-sorry!" You quickly say.

"No, that was good... really good." You begin moving in and out of Seulgi, her moans starting out soft, becoming slightly louder as you up the pace. She gets into it, beginning to bend her knees and thrust her hips back on you, trying to get you deeper into her.

With a scream Seulgi shudders and her pussy grabs you tightly, making you groan as she hits her limit and climaxes. You stop thrusting, letting her ride out her orgasm.

"Good, but not quite there." Soyeon calls out.

"H-harder please." Seulgi gasps, apparently eager for more. You grip her hips more tightly and begin sending every thrust powerfully into her, watching her thighs jiggle as you do so. Her moans flow freely, sending her rocketing to another climax, the sensitivity adding to her pleasure. You grab her breast, squeezing her as you pull her up a little - you bend over, pressing your chest against her back. You begin grinding your hips into hers, keeping most of your cock in her, choosing to trigger all her pleasure spots inside her instead.

"Oh yes!" Seulgi cries shrilly as she closes in on a second orgasm. Her pants get faster and faster as you continue to rut her, driving her to another screaming orgasm.

"Not good eno-"

"I know!" You growl out at Soyeon's words, not satisfied with Seulgi yourself. Without giving her a chance to rest your other hand presses up on her mound, making your tip rub on her g-spot over and over. Your fingers manage to reach her clit, and you pinch it gently with your thumb and index finger. Seulgi shudders and her walls twitch wildly against your throbbing shaft before she explodes in pleasure, releasing a ear-piercing scream right into the mic as her third orgasm overwhelms the aftershocks of her second. She goes limp in your arms, and when you lower her to the floor you watch drool leak out the side of her mouth, apparently having blacked out momentarily from her consecutive peaks. She comes back quickly, her eyes opening after a few seconds.

"D-did I do it?"

"Yep that was good unnie, great job. Clean up and you're done for the day."

"Okay." She bites her lip when she realizes you weren't finished yet. "D-do you want to cum?" She asks, her expression one of dazed satisfaction. You can only nod. "Go ahead, do it in me."

Your eyes widen at her simple words, and you quickly spread her legs and slide into her once more. Seulgi's soft whimpers fill your mind just as much as her ringing scream did, her long legs going around your hips to lock you in place. Still dressed, you settle for pawing her, squeezing her breasts over her top. With a few quick pumps you moan into her neck, flooding her with a large load of cum. You feel her shudder as you shoot shot after shot into her. 

"That's so warm..." You roll off her, the two of you breathing heavily, recovering from the short but intense session. The door to the booth opens and Soyeon throws you a box of tissues.

"Come on, clean up quickly." Her face looks a little redder than before. You help Seulgi clean up and the two of you try to look decent again before exiting the recording booth.

"Thank you Soyeon, I'll head out then." Seulgi says, blushing hard.

"Yep, thanks for coming unnie."

Before she exits Seulgi turns around, pulling you in and kissing you. "Thank you for your help." She says longingly, as if she wanted to leave with you instead.

"N-no problem." You manage to stammer out. You turn around to find Soyeon smirking at you.

"Told you I would make it worth your while. Take a break, the next artist is coming soon."

About half an hour later, that next artist turns out to be Chungha.

"Hey Soyeon! Oh, hello!" Chungha greets you kindly, but ignores you otherwise.

"Hey unnie. Ready for today?"

"Yup, let's do this!" All pumped up she goes into the booth.

Chungha begins singing, her runs melodic and skillful. But Soyeon isn't satisfied.

"Unnie, try doing this - Mmmm mmph mmmnn." Soyeon hums the tune for Chungha.

"Mm mm mmnn." Chungha tries but fails. "How do you do that? It sounds like you have something in your mouth even though you don't."

"What? It's just mmmm mmph mmmnn." Soyeon remarks.

"Yeah I can't do that." Chungha says frustratedly. Soyeon turns to you, raising her eyebrow.

"You know what to do." You join Chungha inside the recording booth, she looks at you questioningly.

"You said you needed something in your mouth..." You bring your fingers to her lips. Chungha looks you up and down before smiling seductively at you, taking your fingers in her mouth and sucking on them.

"Mmm no, something bigger." For the second time that day you find yourself losing your pants, your cock bumping against her cheek as it is released from your boxers. A shiver runs down your spine as her thick red lips start at your tip and travel down your shaft, wrapping around your cock.

"Bring the mic down, I need to hear it."

You bring the mic down to your crotch, where Chungha is sloppily sucking your shaft, soft moans leaving her lips, as if she's in a trance.

"Okay Chungha, go for it." She snaps back into reality and tries her part again. "No good, it's too forced."

"Mmph mmph mmm mmpph!" She angrily grumbles before pulling back from your shaft. "What do you mean forced?"

"It needs to be more natural... you should eat her out while she sucks you off." Comes the outrageous command.

"What do you mean- oh." You turn to ask Soyeon, but Chungha is already shrugging off her panties, her creamy thighs on display for you as she gestures for you to lie down.

"Ready?" She asks, you nod, and you are treated to a view you never thought you would see - her glistening pussy right above your face, slowly growing bigger. You gasp when she grasps your cock, making her whimper when she feels your hot breath against her slit. Her pussy sinks down on your face just as her mouth envelops you once more. You take long licks up and down her slit, feeling her mouth vibrate around you when she moans.

"Right there!" Comes the shout, not from Chungha, but Soyeon. "Lick her just like that, that was perfect!"

You follow her orders, tracing your tongue along one side of her lip, gently touching her clit, before moving down the other.

"Mmmm mmph mmmnn!" Chungha moans with your cock still stuffed in her mouth.

"That's was it, great job." You make to get up, but Chungha presses down further on you, clearly wanting some relief before wrapping up. She entices you with a few deep bobs of her head, and your tip brushes against the back of her throat. You give her what she wants, your hands going to her cushy thighs and pulling her on to your face. You rapidly lick all over her dripping lips before taking her sensitive nub in your mouth, swirling the tip of your tongue over it.

Chungha moans loudly against your cock and her juices spill on to you when she reaches her peak. Her mouth sinks down on your shaft, almost all the way, and the sudden intense vibration of her moan and the soft hand massaging your balls trigger your own climax. You begin firing cum straight into her mouth - she sucks furiously on your throbbing shaft, as if trying to coax more of your seed into her waiting throat. When she's done shaking from her own orgasm she manages to roll off you, giving you a chance to gasp for air.

"Mmm that was very nice." She sits up and waves at the glass window. "Oh hi SinB!"

You turn around, stunned to see a red-faced SinB staring back at the two of you. "Thanks Chungha, SinB can take over now." You're still processing Soyeon words when you feel a peck on your cheek before Chungha exits the booth, all dressed up again, as if nothing happened.

SinB enters right as Chungha leaves, and you barely catch the "Have fun!" Chungha whispers into SinB's ear.

"Uh hi, let me just put my clothes on." You greet her, awkwardly trying to grab your clothes while hiding yourself from SinB's eyes. She quickly waves at you to stop.

"No don't, it will make things easier for me."

"Yeah I need you to moan loudly, and SinB's here to help." Soyeon concurs.

"W-wait!" You say, scared at having to perform again. "No I can do it faster, like this? Ah..." You fake your moan.

"Yeah no, I dunno how many women faked an orgasm with you, but that was terrible. I need a real one. Go help him SinB." SinB's already on top of you, her mouth already going to your still recovering cock. And you bite back a whimper at the sensitivity.

"SinB give me a second!" You gasp. "Let me help you too!" You say, trying to buy yourself some time.

"Sure, watching you and Chungha unnie got me horny too." You make her sit back while your hands work on her jeans. You quickly pull them off her, and you look up at her as she bites her lip in anticipation. She nods and you continue by pulling off her panties, her lips already covered with slick. As your fingers approach her pussy she grabs your hand, pulling you up to face her instead. She smiles at your confused expression, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Not your fingers, I'd rather much have your cock..." She breathes needily into your ear. SinB leans back and spreads her legs on the floor, one hand going down her body, spreading her lips for you. SinB's words and actions have their desired effect on you, and she nods at your stiff erection. "That's more like it, come put it in me."

You clamber over her, and as you position yourself you hear Soyeon's voice once more.

"Remember SinB, I want a real moan."

"Soyeon please, pretty sure no guy has had to fake one with me." SinB winks at you. "Let's have fun."

The two of you throw your head back as SinB's incredible tightness envelops you. A muted moan escapes you, much to Soyeon's displeasure.

"Don't hold back, what are you doing."

"S-shut up!" You snap back as you begin rocking in and out of SinB. She pulls you down, wrapping her legs around you. Eagerly she begins flexing her flat stomach, trying to buck up into you and meeting your thrusts, her walls pulling you deep inside her. The two of you set a nice but slowly increasing rhythm, her thighs jiggling with every powerful joining of your bodies.

"Oppa, moan with me!" SinB cries out, and you find yourself matching her moan for moan, the sound bouncing all around the recording booth.

"SinB you're too loud, I can't get it cleanly." Soyeon's voice disrupts your harmony.

"Sorry Soyeon, I'll try." SinB uses an arm to cover her mouth, trying to muffle her moans as much as possible. You don't make her job easy as you continue to drive into her harder and harder, and you force a scream from her when your angle your hips just right.

"Oh fuck, right there!" She screams out, forgetting to cover herself. Your moans get louder, but SinB's screams are louder still as you repeatedly pound her sweet spot - you decide to take matters into your own hands, and your fingers go to her neck, slowly clamping down on her just as her pussy does on you.

"Oh my-" You choke out the scream leaving her lips as her eyes roll into her head, her body jerking in pure pleasure as her orgasm blows through her. Her twitching walls pressure you for yours, and with SinB finally silent you let go.

"Fuck yes, ahhhh!" You half moan and half roar in satisfaction, letting your climax travel through you in the otherwise silent room. You dump your load inside SinB, giving her a thick souvenir for her efforts in helping you moan. Her hands scrabble at your back, trying to physically pull your body into hers as you fill her with what you have left after two rounds. You let out a few more moans as you come down from your climax, before the room finally falls silent again.

"That was perfect, great idea on choking her out. You should let her go though."

You quickly release your grip on SinB's neck, apologizing profusely for the red marks you left on her.

"No that was hot, good thing you let go there though, any longer and I might have passed out." You say sorry again and try to grab some tissues to help her clean up. The two of you leave the booth wobbly, staggering your way out and on to the couch.

"Great job guys, that was a successful session." Soyeon is still focused at the mixing desk.

"How are you even going to use all of that? There's no way that fits in a song."

"Please, you can do so much with sound engineering now. Besides, do you care? I made it worth your while." You can't argue with her there and shut up. SinB recovers first and takes her leave soon after, firing another wink at you before closing the door behind her.

Soyeon realizes you didn't leave with SinB. "Oh, you can go too, we're done, thanks for helping out." She smirks. You decide to push your luck, pulling Soyeon's chair towards you and spinning her around to face you.

"I'm not sure I'm done helping out yet."

"Oh? I-I got work to do though." You smile at her face turning red, her breaths suddenly becoming shallow now that you’re so close to her.

She tenses when you press your hands against her delicious thighs, spreading them. You spy the wet spot that's already soaking through her panties and on to her shorts.

"You look like you could do with some relief too."

"Yeah, but you don't have anything left do you?" She challenges.

"No, but I can do other things... let me thank you for the opportunity." You pull her on to the couch, making her lie back as you snake down her body. You swiftly pull her shorts down to her ankles, and you don't even bother with her underwear, simply pulling her panties to one side and sticking your tongue in there.

"Damn, oh shit!" Soyeon moans happily as you delve into her wetness, finding her pussy already contracting around your tongue. You get a good taste of her before you replace your tongue with your fingers, sticking three of them in at once.

"Oh fuck yes, that's it!" Soyeon arches her back off the couch as your fingers send her blasting towards a long-awaited peak. A few rapid licks of her nub and your fingers filling her trembling pussy is all it takes for her to try and crush your skull, her thighs muffling her scream as she dives off the edge just as fast as you sent her up it. You pull out of her once her thighs finally release you, and you wipe the honey off your face with a smile, pleased with your work. Soyeon was pleased too, if her dazed expression was anything to go by as she slowly pulled her shorts up. But when she stumbles back to her producer chair she goes back into work mode.

"Thanks for that, I really needed it there. Now get out, I have work to do." She points to the door. You get your stuff and head out, but she stops you before you get to the exit. "Wait! Are you free next week?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Good, meet me at my place, and don't cum before then."

"What?!"

"Don't question it, I'll make it worth your while." She pushes you out and slams the door shut.

You arrive at Soyeon's place on Saturday night, your entire body already tingling - you don't know how you managed it, but you haven't cum since going off inside SinB. Your efforts certainly weren't helped by remembering your recording booth escapades with Seulgi, Chungha, and SinB, but you somehow did it.

So when Soyeon opens the door and pulls you in for a hungry kiss, you have to quickly hold her at arms length.

"S-sorry, I'm already so close." You mutter abashedly.

"Oh? Did you actually listen to me?" You nod. "Good boy, come here, let's get it out of the way." She pulls you to her bedroom, making you stand in front of her as she sits on the bed and works on your pants. Your throbbing cock pops out quickly from your boxers, desperate for release.

"Look at that, so hard already." Soyeon draws a hiss from you when she cups you from below. "They feel so heavy, is it all for me?"

She runs a finger along the tip of your cock. "Y-yes! Oh-" You shut your eyes tightly - with your orgasm already on a hair-trigger, it is enough to set you off. You almost don't recognize your own howl of relief as you lurch forward, grabbing her shoulders for support. You can feel your cum rushing along and out of your shaft as Soyeon strokes you, your nerves on fire as your entire body shakes through your climax.

"Wow..." Were the first words you hear from Soyeon when the blood stops pounding in your ears, and you open your eyes to see that you have completely plastered Soyeon in semen, your thick seed covering her like a face mask. A significant amount has also landed on her t-shirt, staining it white. "Fuck I should have put you in me right away..." She pants as she takes off the t-shirt and wipes her face with the stained rag, revealing her lack of bra, and more importantly, her perky breasts. As soon as she is clean she pulls you towards her. You are still hard, as if you wouldn't be satisfied with cumming just once.

"Fuck me!" Despite her words Soyeon takes charge, pushing you and your shaky legs on to the bed. She makes you take off your t-shirt while she slides her shorts down her legs. Your eyes widen when you see her lack of panties too, her thighs already glistening.

Just as eager as you are, Soyeon mounts you, her wetness pressing on your stomach. She grasps your shaft with one hand, steadying herself on you with the other. Without a further word she sinks herself down on you completely, and as soon as she takes you all the way inside her she collapses on your chest, a strangled moan leaving her lips. You are stunned by her walls tightening around you and the rush of slick on your crotch already.

"Did you...?" You manage to gasp as her pussy tries to milk your shaft.

"T-there, now we're even." Soyeon manages to whimper out. "I haven't touched myself since you did me last week, fuck that feels good." She latches on to your lips hungrily. "I need more!" She begins to ride you, making both of you moan.

"I couldn't stop thinking about how you 'performed' last week- ah!" Soyeon manages almost one sentence before she stiffens on your cock once more. You feel her clench on you in another quick orgasm. Your hands go to her shapely ass, testing the waters by thrusting up into her.

"Yesssssss..." Her words trail off into incoherent moans as you buck up into her, triggering one climax after another from the sensitive woman. Sweat collects on your bodies as you hump up into Soyeon, her body lying uselessly on you as waves of pleasure renders her limp.

"Wait, wait, ugh..." She groans out another orgasm around your hard shaft before you come to a stop, letting her recover with harsh breaths and raspy moans. "Holy crap that was great, I lost count after three." She kisses you hungrily. "Be right back, I have something you will like." She gets off you and walks to her desk, stumbling a little as she does so. She grabs her phone and presses a button, and soon harsh breaths and moans begin filling the room, the sound being played through speakers in her room. You begin to wonder if it's some porn video, but the sharp ear-piercing scream lets you know exactly who is producing it.

"I thought you might want to relive last week." Soon the file cuts to Chungha's melodic moans, her mouth stuffed full of your cock. It also contains the distinct gulping of your cum down her throat when you finish each other off. Then it cuts again, to SinB's muffled screams while you moan out loud, culminating in her choked out cry and your roar of satisfaction. Then the file loops back to Seulgi moaning. "It makes good background music doesn't it?"

Hearing the scandalous sounds of last week inflames your lust, and you get up off the bed and grab Soyeon in your arms, turning her around so that her back presses against you. With a grunt you push into her tightness once more.

"How many times have you listened to it?"

"Not at all, else I wouldn't be able to help myself." Soyeon gasps.

"Then listen to it now." You stay embedded in her, the two of you taking in Seulgi's screams of pleasure, every scream coming from the speakers making you throb inside her and making her walls contract around you a little bit. "Did you enjoy watching us? Did you imagine yourself being fucked like she was?"

"Y-yes!"

"I'm going to do it again then." Soyeon lets out a whimpering moan as she plants her hands on her desk, allowing you to do to her what you did to Seulgi. You squeeze her breasts roughly, using them as grips as you begin thrusting roughly into her from behind. You force moan after moan out of her, each one being cut short by your next thrust.

"Oh fuck yes, oh fuck yes!" The words escape her like a chant as you fuck Soyeon into a pleasure-filled trance. Your hands travel down her body, pressing her lower back against you as you enjoy her toned stomach, making sure you rub against her g-spot every time - her moans grow higher in pitch, her hands turning into tight fists. Your other hand goes down between her legs, near where you are splitting her open repeatedly. You find her clit, engorged with arousal, and you roll it between your fingers.

The scream that Soyeon releases is every bit as loud and ringing as Seulgi's when she detonates around you. Her entire body seizes up, literally shocked with pleasure - her pussy contracts on you crazily, trying to milk you to your own orgasm. Satisfied with her scream you give her what she wants, pulling her tight against you and thrusting deep into her before unloading your second load of the week inside her warm tunnel. The two of you groan in pure gratification as you fill Soyeon completely to the brim with cum, a mix of your fluids leaking out on to her bedroom floor. You collapse against her desk, pinning her to it while you recover from the intense but quick session. She turns around for a kiss, and you give it to her, your tongues tangling together in fulfilled lust. You get up off Soyeon, a large glob of your cum oozing out when you slip out of her.

"Mmm I feel like such a mess down there, but I don't care..." Soyeon turns around and sits on her desk, looking seductive with her sweaty black hair. She opens her arms and spreads her legs, inviting you to get trapped within her embrace once more. She hugs you and whispers in your ear. "Think you can go again?"

"Maybe if you suck me like Chungha did." You reply brazenly.

"Sure, get to the bed." She wraps her arms and legs around you, making you carry her back to bed. You deposit her on it before she pulls you down with her, rolling over so that she's on top once more. She plants kisses down your neck and chest, her hair tickling you as she reaches your crotch.

"Time to clean this up." She pulls her hair to one side before taking your soft member in her mouth, cleaning it of cum and juice. You gasp and whine, feeling Soyeon lick and kiss everywhere around your shaft, nursing it back to full hardness. She hollows out her cheeks, giving your cock a long pleasurable suck as you bottom out, hitting the back of her throat before she releases you. She gives you a few more licks before getting on top of you.

"Good to go?" She asks you, barely giving you any time for a nod before you are deep in her hot and wet folds again. Both of you having just cum, Soyeon rides you leisurely, taking time to feel the tingle travel down to her fingers and toes as your cock rubs every texture and crevice inside her. "Fuck I could ride you all night." She whispers in your ear.

"Go ahead then." You begin rocking your hips upwards again.

"No I have to work tomorrow unfortunately."

"Seriously?"

"Yep, so let me enjoy this... s-stop moving, I'm going to cum too fast if you do that." Soyeon whines, and you force yourself to stop moving. "Let me know when you are close." She asks of you between her moans. You nod and Soyeon closes her eyes, her expression one of lazy pleasure - your hands wander her body while she continues to grind herself on you, small squeaks leaving her when you find a sensitive spot. She puts your hands on her breasts, and you begin playing with them, squeezing them before pinching and pulling on her nipples, heightening her pleasure in whatever way you can. As much as you'd like the ride to last, having her gorgeous figure writhing on top of you proves to be a little too much, and you feel your own peak begin to build.

"Soyeon I-I'm close!" You manage to get out when she grinds particularly deep on you. She opens her eyes and to your surprise you feel her hands around your neck. "What-"

"You looked so hot choking SinB, I want to choke you... don't worry, I won't kill you." It is hardly reassuring, but your cock grows just that little bit bigger in her when her grip tightens around your throat. Soyeon begins to ride you harder, and her walls contracting randomly around you tell you that she's just as close as you are. Your hands shoot out to grab her neck, pulling her close to you - her pussy tightening significantly tell you she loves being choked just as much as she loves choking you. You look into each other's unfocused eyes, choking each other out as she rides both of you close to the end of the night.

"F-fu-ck, cumming, cum with me!" She manages to eke out before her hands try to crush your throat, her pussy convulsing around you as she reaches her peak. With a grunt your hands squeeze her throat as well and you begin spilling on her silky walls, covering her insides with thick seed. Your vision begins to turn dark, and you briefly wonder if you would die - then again, if the last thing you see is Soyeon's expression of pure bliss, that might be okay. Your orgasm overwhelms any further thought, your body bucking up into her mindlessly, sending your cum deep into her while she milks you.

You're not sure if it is your eyes opening again, or if your vision is returning thanks to fresh oxygen, but you finally get a look at the ceiling of her bedroom as she lies still on your body.

"Soyeon?" For a moment you were afraid you had choked her out. But thankfully she replies.

"Mmhmm?"

"Okay good, I-" She gathers her strength to rise off you briefly, only enough to kiss you before burying her face in the pillow next to you again.

"Just shut up, I'm so drained." You feel her breathing begin to stabilize, slowing down as she drifts off to sleep. You gently roll her off you before succumbing to exhaustion as well.

You wake up the next morning, finding yourself well covered by a blanket, but alone in bed. You sit up and put on your boxers before staggering out of Soyeon's bedroom. You find her sitting at her dining table, casually dressed in t-shirt and shorts as she types away on her laptop. She looks up and notices you, sending a smile in your direction.

"Hey, I made some breakfast already, you're free to have some." You nod and go to the kitchen, grabbing the toast and eggs she made. You sit down opposite her, asking her as you munch away on the bread.

"Are you really working today?"

"Yep, still have work to do for the song." She bites her lip for a moment before continuing. "You mind staying around today?"

"I have nothing else to do, sure, what do you need my help with now?"

"Oh nothing, I just want you on hand in case I want to fuck again." Soyeon pushes herself away from her computer and comes around to your side of the table. "Like now would a good time." You barely have time to put down your food before she is straddling your lap. She pulls your boxers down while you pull her shorts to the side, the two of you working in tandem. With a sigh she wraps her arms around you and sinks on to your already hard erection. Soyeon wastes no time, riding you roughly for her own pleasure. She orgasms quietly, burying her face in your neck with a drawn out moan before getting off you just as quickly.

"Thanks, a girl can get used to that." She says appreciatively.

"Hey, what about me?"

"Oh, woops." She gets down between your knees and strokes you rapidly, licking the tip of your cock. You lunge your shaft into her mouth as she brings you to climax, swallowing your load easily. Soyeon goes to grab of water while you sit in the chair, still shocked at how fast you two just fucked. She goes back to her seat.

"Okay, back to work, feel free to stick around if you want." You of course decide to stay around, lounging in her lavish apartment, watching TV and otherwise just randomly playing games on your phone.

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She orders pizza for lunch, and when you try to wipe a bit of cheese on her lips she takes your finger and begins sucking on it. That is all the invitation you need as you make Soyeon lie on the dining table, almost knocking the pizza off as you swiftly plunge into her again and again, making her moan as you fill her with non-pizza meat. This time you pull out while she orgasms, covering her twitching abs with your cum. You grab some tissues and wipe her clean, before sitting down and returning to your pepperoni slice.

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A few hours later in the afternoon, Soyeon places a cup of coffee on the living room table in front of you. You thank her, but she doesn't leave.

"What is it?"

"I want my thanks." She says, her legs spread apart suggestively. Taking the hint you pull down her shorts and kneel between her smooth thighs, fingering and tonguing her slit until her hands pull at your head, announcing her orgasm with a loud cry, as if the juices spilling from your chin wasn't indicator enough. You continue to eat her out until she finally does the opposite, pushing you away and closing her thighs from you. "I'm good now, thanks!" She wobbles away back to work. You get back on the phone and take a sip of your coffee.

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"Shit, I have to go soon." You mutter as you pull your fingers out of her, having just brought her to another orgasm.

"Oh, would you like to stay for dinner?" Soyeon asks, a little disappointed.

"I'd love to, but I have stuff to take care of before tomorrow." You say apologetically as you grab some tissues to wipe your fingers.

"I understand, if you want to take a shower before you leave you're more than welcome to." You gratefully accept the offer, and soon you let out a sigh as the hot water hits your body. You begin washing yourself, groaning as you feel your body ache from the weekend's activities. That is, until you feel a pair of hands wrap around your body and shaft, and then you are groaning for another reason.

"Huh?"

"One last round?"

You turn around to press Soyeon into the glass wall. "You're insatiable."

"Well it feels so fucking good, why wouldn't I want more of it?" She presses you back against the tile wall. "I know you don't have much left, but just cum for me one more time. Get on the toilet." You turn off the shower and sit down on her toilet, and you are treated to the sight of her wet black hair plastered on her tan skin as she backs herself on to you.

Your cock disappears delightfully between her round cheeks, appearing each time with more of her arousal on you as she rides you in reverse cowgirl. Soyeon bounces quickly in your lap, impaling herself while she leans back on you for support. You grit your teeth, but moans manage to escape from you as she grips your shaft tightly with her body.

"No need to hold back, just cum in me whenever you feel like it, I-I'm already v-very close." Soyeon calls out, testing the integrity of her toilet by bouncing on you rapidly. You wrap your arms around her hips, pulling her back on to you, stopping her bouncing and replacing it with deep grinds as you shift your hips around in circles, exploring everywhere inside of her. All you can hear are her moans, while the sensation of being fully stuffed inside of her drives you crazy, her muscles gripping you from tip to base.

"Soyeon I'm cumming!" You growl into her ear as your fingers dig into her thighs, spreading her wide open on you. It allows her to sink deep on to your throbbing shaft, and when she feels your thick liquid splashing her walls she rapidly rubs her clit, bringing herself off soon after you.

"Me too, fuck!" She twists and writhes on top of you, leaning back and reaching for you to hold on to. She pulls on your hair as her back arches off your body in ecstasy, her thighs quivering beneath your hands. She grips your chin and turns it towards her, the two of you passionately locking lips while you pump the rest of your cum into her willing and trembling body. Her hand caresses your cheek tenderly as the two of you come down from your final peak of the weekend.

"Okay, now let's take that shower." She shakily gets off you, your cum spilling out of her and on to the floor, but neither of you cared. The two of you keep each other supported in the shower and you finally clean yourself of sweat and cum, the warm water and Soyeon's gentle massages relieving your body's soreness. Clothes manage to find their way on to your bodies without either of you jumping on each other, and you eventually find yourself facing Soyeon again at the door.

"So..." You awkwardly begin, but Soyeon prefers actions to words, shutting you up with another kiss.

"Thanks for a fun weekend. I hope it was worth your while."

"Definitely." You nod vigorously. "We should do it again sometime?" You ask her tentatively.

"Hmm, maybe, depends on how well the song does." She looks at your expression and cracks up. "I'm kidding, yes we should, but I'll be busy, might be a while until I have time like this again, you know, comebacks, idol stuff."

"I understand. Good luck with that. Keep in touch?"

"For sure, I'm sure the other three will be in touch with you, I want to hear all about that, see ya!" She smiles and gives you a goodbye kiss before closing the door.

A few weeks later you find your Instagram follower numbers blowing up - Apparently Soyeon had tagged you as part of the new song release, leading to a bunch of new followers. You give the new song a listen, and if you hadn't known exactly how it had sounded, you wouldn't be able to tell the "process" that was behind producing the more... distinctive voices. Soyeon was right, you can do a lot with sound engineering.

More interestingly, you received three very different DMs. The first one was from... ddeulgi0210, it was subtle, equal parts needy and shy.

Hi oppa, I was wondering if you could help me with my high note again, I can't seem to hit it. Let me know if you can help!

The second one was from Queen_of_ByulHarang, it was less subtle.

Hey, I seem to have run out of honey, I think you happen to have something for my throat, don’t you?

The last one was from YellowEunbi, it was very obvious.

I want to fuck again, I'll let you choke me, pretty please?

Now the only question is, who do you reply to first?

A/N: I wanted to write for Soyeon, and since she is a producer, fit it in the context of a recording booth/studio. I then got carried away by the Wow Thing lineup, which is an incredible lineup (and song, go listen to it), so it became this mix lol.

Hopefully this is obvious, but the instagram usernames are completely made up, and please do not go messaging those accounts if they happen to exist.

I realize this is one of my more flimsy setup and porn-y stories, so hopefully the smut makes up for it :P Thank you for reading!

[baepsaesbae]

Masked Windfall

Pairing— Park Jimin x reader x Jeon Jungkook

Genre— SMUT, strangers to lovers au

Warnings— Switch!Jimin, Dom!Jungkook, Switch!reader, threesome, explicit unprotected and somewhat rough sex (stay safe my friends), double penetration (but like a bj and in your business at the same time? I’m bad with terminology I’m sorry), brief handjob, fingering, multiple orgasms, a booty slap, praise kink, slight derogatory kink, brief guy on guy action, nipple play, hair pulling, lots of kissing, teasing, swearing, PHEW I think that’s all? Please let me know if I forgot something

Word Count— 6k                                                                                         

Win(d)fôl: a piece of unexpected good fortune || After a bad breakup, you’ve given up on the prospect of a relationship, and on romance in general. Things take a turn once you get dragged to a mysterious party an encounter an alluring stranger. 

A/N— Happy 2021~ I hope you guys enjoy this sinful fic! This was the first fic I ever wrote a threesome scene for and I was quite happy with how it turned out. Reviews and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

Ever since your breakup, it was as if love was in the air for everyone but you. Seeing happy couples everywhere served as a constant reminder of your bitter split with your longtime boyfriend. Your jerk ex-boyfriend dumped you right before the holiday season, even after you had planned to spend Christmas and New Years’ with him. Left dejected and inconsolable, you gave up on the idea of romance.

“You gotta stop moping around,” your friend, Chungha, tried to cheer you up.

Chungha was single too, but by choice. Boys (and girls) were constantly flinging themselves at her. She didn’t care for a relationship at this time, and would rather opt for meaningless one night stands.

“Come with me tonight!” she excitedly shoved a flyer in your face.

“Love is Out, Lust is In! An exciting one night event dedicated to adventurous singles who just want to have fun…” you read the flyer aloud, “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

“Girl, you gotta stop feeling sorry for yourself! It’s not your fault that that idiot dumped you. To be honest, I always thought you could do so much better,” Chungha rubbed your back, “I’m not gonna force you to meet anyone new, but one night out can’t hurt. You might even have a serendipitous encounter!”

“Fine, I’ll go. But just to watch over you, I don’t want some creep to follow you around all night,” you caved in.

“I love my little knight in shining armor! This’ll be so fun,” she excitedly clung onto your arm, “I’ll pick you up tonight. Wear something sexy! I think the motif is black? Something appropriate for an anti-lovey dovey stuff.”

It was nearly time for Chungha to pick you up. You concluded that dressing up for the first time in ages was the right move. Maybe it was about damn time to move on from your past.

“Ohhh girl you look amazing!” Chungha praised as you stepped outside, “There’s no way you WON’T be getting dicked down tonight.”

“Oh hush, before I change my mind. I haven’t worn anything this revealing in forever,” you tried to hide your embarrassment.

You were wearing a black mesh top that revealed your bra (the one that makes your boobs look the best of course) paired with a flattering skirt. You felt sexy, but you didn’t have the confidence that you used to. Chungha also looked amazing, but that was a given.

“Where did you learn about this event?” you asked as she drove.

“My friends in the cabaret club told me about it,” she answered.

“You have friends who work in a cabaret club? That’s cool,” you mused as you gazed out the window.

“Not exactly. It’s just called that; it’s really just a group of girls who like to brunch on the weekends. The place we’re going to is known for being a bit secretive,” she smiled.

“What does that mean?” you start to get anxious.

“You’ll see!” she said gleefully.

The venue looked more like some millionaire’s mansion. The property was stowed away at the end of a sketchy road that was more akin to a beaten up dirt path. However, you saw that the lot in front of the house was littered with fancy cars; from G Wagons to Bugattis. The guests emerging from the vehicles all looked like celebrities.

“Where the hell are we?” you asked Chungha.

“Not quite sure, but I can’t wait to find out,” she was also awestruck.

Upon arrival, a gentleman stationed at the entrance requested for your invitation. Chungha pulled out a fancy envelope and casually handed it to him. It looked far more formal than the flyer she showed you earlier.

“Is this your plus one?” he gruffly asked.

“Yep,” Chungha linked her arm in yours.

“Very well. Here are your masks. Enjoy your stay,” he responded curtly.

“Masks? Chungha, seriously. Where the hell are we? I was picturing some dingy club based off of the flyer you showed me. Not to mention that I am drastically underdressed,” you admitted as you helped her put on her mask.

Chungha took the sparkly white mask that was adorned with feathers, which was fitting since it made her look even more angelic. Your mask was matte black accented with gold trimmings. It was far more elegant than the outfit you were wearing.

“Okay, I confess. I made the flyer. I knew you’d decline if I told you it was actually a swanky invite only shindig. I’m sorry for lying! I just really wanted to take you out,” she pouted.

Her puppy dog eyes worked on you every time.

“I forgive you. I don’t know if I’d ever get to experience something like this without you anyway,” you pulled her in for a hug.

“Aw yay! Alright, we’re gonna have a bunch of fun tonight! Also, you look hot. Don’t worry about what you look like. Plus, I have a feeling that people aren’t gonna care,” she says as soon as you both enter the foyer.

Your jaw dropped as soon as you saw the most sumptuous house imaginable. The foyer opened the house up to two grand staircases. The baroque decor screamed nothing but lavish expectations for the rest of the house. Chungha led the way into the large room past the staircases. The room was even more magnificent than the entrance, with white marble pillars creating the doorways.

The place was bustling with activity. Once you finished admiring the place, your attention turned to the guests. Some women were wearing seductive gowns, while others were only wearing beautiful (and probably extremely expensive) lingerie. All of the men were wearing suits or tuxedos. With the motley of outfits you observed, you figured what you were wearing really wasn’t that strange.

“Drinks ladies?” a waitress materialized from thin air.

“Yes please! Thanks,” Chungha quickly grabbed two glasses.

Your eyes widened as the waitress walked away. She was wearing a thin white sheet that was completely see through, and she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

You realized that this must have been their uniform, as the rest of the servers were dressed the same way. Both males and females.

“CHUNGHA!” a shrill voice cut through the air.

“Ah hey! Thank you so much for inviting me!” Chungha greeted the girl who called out to her.

“Of course! I live for these parties! I’ve never seen hotter men anywhere else,” the girl winked, “My uncle wants the guests to know that all of the servers are available. All the rooms upstairs are unlocked, unless they’re being used of course. I hope you ladies get a good catch tonight!” the girl quickly hugged both of you before scampering away.

“The servers are all available…? For what?” you shot a confused look to Chungha.

“I think you can figure that out,” she smiled sheepishly.

“Chungha, did you invite me to a freaking orgy!?” you cried out.

“You said you wanted to watch over me!” she playfully argued, “You’re already here, ___. You might as well try to enjoy yourself.”

“I guess I’ll settle for people watching,” you sighed.

“Oh! I see someone I know, I’ll be right back,” Chungha squeezed your arm before disappearing into the crowd.

After snatching another drink from a scandalously clad waiter, you retreated to an empty corner. You hoped to observe the guests unnoticed and unbothered. After about half an hour, you noticed an odd pattern. People would woo their target, disappear for a bit, and then return to continue the hunt. Their clothing was often disheveled once they resurfaced, but it didn’t really matter when they were bound to be torn off again.

“Bored?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“I’m thoroughly entertained,” you answered without taking your eyes off of the party.

“I think I could bring you more entertainment,” the man suggested as he gripped your hips.

“Get your hands off of me!” you push him off.

The assailant was an older man, at least 30 years older than you, and he seemed bewildered that you turned him down. His breath reeked of alcohol, and the dilation of his eyes alluded to his other indulgences of the night.

“I was promised that everyone at this party wanted to have some fun,” he angrily grasped your arm.

You cried out in pain. You were about to punch him in the face until someone else beat you to it. The man crumpled to the ground clutching his bloody nose.

“You little shit! I’ll find out who you are and ruin your life!” the man threatened.

“Mind your tone, worm. Or do I need to beat you senseless to remind you of your place?” your savior shot a baleful glare at the pathetic man who now cowered in fear.

“Are you okay?” your rescuer asked in a soft tone after the man was out of sight.

“Much better now, thank you. That guy was crazy. I’m ___,” you raised your hand for a handshake.

“I’m Jimin. Pleasure to meet you,” he delicately kissed your hand.

His intricate silver mask matched his hair. Even with his face half covered, you could tell that he was remarkably handsome. His dark suit made him look professional yet charming. You felt out of place standing beside him.

“Have you found a partner yet?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not looking for one; I’m just here to take care of my friend. I don’t think I belong here,” you admitted.

“Why not? I know half of your face is hidden, but I’m willing to bet that you’re more gorgeous than half the people here. I like your style, it shows that you don’t really care for the norm,” Jimin gave you a thumbs up.

Even though it was meant as a compliment, it was off putting to know that you really did stick out like a sore thumb.

“Thanks,” you replied softly, “Have you found yours?”

“Nah, I hate big parties like this. Especially this one,” he shrugged.

“Then why are you here?” you figured that he’d have a line of women begging to sleep with him.

“Much like you, I’m watching over a friend. However, I have lost track of him. Where’s your friend?”

“I lost track of her too,” you laughed.

“If you don’t mind, could we go somewhere quieter? I’d love to get to know you better. Wait, not like that. I genuinely mean I’d like to have a conversation with you,” his flushed cheeks made him even cuter.

“Sure, lead the way, my noble hero,” you took his hand in yours.

It was a bold move, and you usually preferred to play it safe. Tonight was different. You’ll probably never see this guy again. Where’s the harm in flirting a little?

“Of course, my lady,” he played along.

He led you outside to the gardens. Fairy lights were strung up everywhere, giving the gardens an inviting aura. Tall shrubbery caught your eye. Jimin’s eyes followed your gaze.

“It’s a maze,” he said, observing your curiosity.

“This place has an actual labyrinth?” your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Wanna go explore it? I can’t guarantee you that we won’t get lost,” he offered.

“Yes please!” your eyes lit up.

Jimin couldn’t help but smile at your ebullience. How did someone so sweet end up in a twisted place like this?

“Can we take off these silly masks now? I hate wearing mine,” Jimin squeezed your hand.

“Sure, I don’t care. I apologize in advance if you go blind after seeing my face,” you jested.

You both took a moment to soak in each other’s true appearances. Jimin was more handsome than you could’ve dreamt. His individually delicate features attributed to an overall godly image that you had a hard time believing was real.

“Even more beautiful than I imagined,” Jimin acknowledged you with an approving smile, “Let’s ditch this stupid soiree,” he held out his arm for you.

Abandoning the masks on the ground, you practically dragged Jimin into the labyrinth. Corn mazes at Fall Festivals were fun, but this was the real deal. The hedges were at least 3 meters tall. No one would be able to find you if you actually got lost here.

“I think I heard that the trick is to keep to the right wall,” Jimin explained.

“Why don’t we take turns choosing which way to go? Unless you’re scared of getting lost,” you teased.

“Don’t get mad at me when we’ve been stuck in here for days,” he laughed.

You traversed the maze hand in hand with Jimin. The conversation began to flow naturally. Jimin listened to you intently and replied thoughtfully.

The night darkened as the party was left further behind. Normally, this eerie setting would frighten you, but your company made it bearable. Nothing but the moonlight lit your path now. You were too busy enjoying yourself to realize that you both were hopelessly lost.

“I hope you don’t mind me pointing out that this is the third dead end we’ve encountered in the past two minutes,” Jimin elucidated once you found yourselves staring at a green barrier yet again.

“Do you think someone will come to rescue us?” you started to panic.

“Definitely not tonight. Probably not tomorrow either,” Jimin answered brusquely.

“Let’s retrace our steps again. I might end up eating you if we really do get stuck out here,” you tried to joke.

“Eat me?” Jimin chuckled, “My dear, what if I end up eating you?”

“Sorry pretty boy, but I feel like I could easily beat your ass in hand to hand combat,” you laugh as you turn to leave.

Suddenly, your back was being pinned against a hedge. Jimin placed one of his hands on your shoulder and the other one on your waist.

“Let me rephrase that. What if I end up eating you out?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

“I might enjoy that. However,” you quickly hook your leg around his knee to dead leg him.

Jimin’s surprise gave you the opportunity to knock him to the ground. You wrapped your right arm around his left arm, effectively pinning him down. You firmly gripped his left wrist with the same arm, rendering both of his arms useless.

“I don’t think you’re capable of doing that right now,” you fake a pout as your free hand wanders from his chest down to his crotch.

He was already somewhat hard when you began to palm him through his pants. You planted a soft kiss on his neck, sucking slightly before breaking contact. Jimin moaned at the sensation, his hips bucking up into your hand.

“What do you want, pretty boy?” you whispered in his ear as you cupped his length in your hand.

“Oh my god I want to fuck you,” he pleaded.

“You’re in no position to fuck anyone,” you reminded him, tightening your grip on his arms.

“I want you to fuck me, ___,” Jimin’s whines grew desperate.

“Is that so?” you say as you unzip his pants, “Here outside? On the ground? That’s a bit improper for a prince like you, don’t you think?”

His erection was fully exposed now. You slowly pumped him, pleased with his length. It took every bit of self-control to not immediately pounce on his dick. You traced your thumb around the soft tip, causing him to moan again.

“I don’t care. I just need my cock buried in you,” Jimin replied between moans.

“You’re so needy. I guess I could help you out,” you release him from your clutches.

Jimin instantly knocked you onto your back as soon as he was freed. He pinned you the same way you pinned him. You were both impressed and shocked that he learned how to do it already.

“That was a cheeky display. Very hot. I admit that I’ve never begged for pussy before, so props to you,” Jimin awarded you plaudits.

His free hand snaked its way down to your clothed pussy, pleased to find that you were already wet. He toyed with your clit through the fabric of your panties. He relished watching your squirm beneath him.

“It’s not so fun being pinned down, huh?” he kissed your neck in a similar fashion, except he ended his kiss with forceful suckling that was sure to leave a mark.

“I don’t know, it’s kind of fun,” you tried to keep your cool, but were failing miserably.

“Do you want me to touch you, my dear ___?” Jimin asked sweetly.

“Please do,” you exhaled with exasperation.

“You can beg better than that,” he admonished.

“Jimin, fuck me until I forget my own name,” you begged.

“You’ll only know my name by the end of tonight,” Jimin promised as he pulled your panties aside.

He slid in a finger to test how wet you were. You squealed with delight as he easily stuck in two fingers. He expertly curled them in you, grazing your g-spot. Your body tried to move to cope with the pleasure, but Jimin refused to let you go.

“You’re staying right here until I say so. I enjoyed going along with your power play, but you have to learn that I’m the one in charge,” he smirked.

His thumb circled your clit as he mercilessly fingered you. Your legs spasmed as your orgasm led a wave of euphoria across your body.

“Jimin, I’m--oh fuck, I’m cumming,” you cried out.

Jimin helped you ride it out, not slowing down his pace. However, he still didn’t slow down afterward. Your clit was oversensitive and tears began to well in your eyes.

“You’re beautiful when you cum, I want to see it again,” he praised as his pace quickened yet again.

It wasn’t long before your second orgasm hit. The bliss was more intense this time, causing you to cry out even louder. Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you, then promptly popped them into his mouth.

“You taste like a delicacy,” he said after licking his lips, “You ready to take this cock?”

You nodded silently, as you were attempting to catch your breath.

Jimin aligned his hips with yours. He tantalizingly ran his dick along your wet folds. His tip eventually teased your entrance by barely entering before he took it out again. He loved watching your body beg to be fucked; your hips seemed to move by themselves as they tried to buck into him.

“Jimin, I can’t take this anymore. Stick it in already!” you yelled.

“So impatient,” Jimin chuckled, “Ready?”

“Yes!”

Jimin slowly inserted himself in you. You groaned at the feeling of finally being stretched out by his cock. His tip was fully inside you when a commotion interrupted him.

“We’re fucking lost bro,” a guy said.

“We wouldn’t be in this mess if you listened to me in the first place!” his companion retorted.

Jimin immediately pulled out and helped you up. He shoved his erection into his pants before leaning against a hedge to blend into the shadow.

“You’re the one who said you wanted to go in!” the first man bickered back.

“I said ‘I bet no one else is in there, let’s check it out’”, his companion explained.

“Okay, well now we’re lost. We haven’t even seen a single person since we’ve entered.”

Jimin took you by the hand and quietly led you out of the dead end. He didn’t know where the interrupters were, but he simply went in the opposite direction of their voices.

“We’re all alone now. Pull down your pants, Hobi,” you heard one of the guys say.

“Make me, Yoongi,” the other guy challenged.

“You won’t be so cheeky when my balls are in your mouth,” Yoongi replied, his voice suddenly lower and domineering.

The sound of clothes being ripped off mixed with passionate groans and wet noises grew further away as Jimin navigated through the maze.

“They sound like they’re having fun,” you broke the silence.

“That should have been us,” Jimin was obviously annoyed, “I’m gonna get us the fuck out of this goddamn maze. I swear to god, I’m going to dick you down properly tonight.”

You didn’t know which was more impressive: sheer luck or Jimin’s determination. Either way, one of those things (or maybe some of both) allowed both of you to finally emerge from the maze’s clutches.

Jimin dragged you back to the mansion while completely ignoring everyone who called out to him. You’re not surprised by his popularity; this man looks like he was carved by God himself.

The party had only escalated inside the mansion. Guests had started to forgo public decency altogether. You saw at least three explicit acts of fornication on your way up to the private rooms.

Once upstairs, you heard nothing but people deep in the throes of passion on the other side of just about every door. Jimin led you past them all, not even stopping in front of the ones indicated as ‘vacant’. At the end of the neverending hall was a large ornate wooden door. Its style clashed with the sleek marble that decorated the rest of the mansion.

Jimin whipped out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door. You weren’t prepared for what was on the other side. Unlike the modern style that fitted the rest of the house, this room was decorated with wood.

The carved wooden furniture gleamed brightly due to their polish. The room itself was huge. A king sized bed awaited you at the opposite wall. Elegant curtains draped around the bed, reminding you of the beds royalty would use in movies. Even though the room gave off a cozy aura, it still boasted opulence.

“You like it?” Jimin asked once he saw you gazing around the room in awe.

“It’s beautiful. It feels like I’m in some Elvish Woodland King’s room or something,” you spoke honestly.

“That’s high praise,” he chuckled, “C’mon. I believe we have some unfinished business,” he pulled you onto the bed.

Jimin kissed your neck, peppering in nibbles that made you shudder. You slipped off your skirt and panties as he fondled your breasts. You helped him undress as you threw off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. You held back a gasp when his abs and toned chest were revealed. You figured he was fit, but you didn’t realize how fit.

His fingers found their way back into your pussy. Jimin sucked on your neck as his nimble fingers made you wetter by the second. Your back arched as your moaned in pleasure when his thumb played with your clit.

“I’m so fucking wet, Jimin,” you breathed into his ear.

“All for me, baby?” he cooed.

“Who else? Honestly, I’ve never been this aroused in my life,” you admitted.

“I’m happy I could change that for you. If you liked my fingers that much, let’s see what my cock can do for you,” he winked as he tugged off his pants.

Jimin spread your legs open as far as they could go. He didn’t have the patience to tease you this time. He filled your pussy up with the entirety of his cock. You relished the stretch; you’ve been waiting all night for this the moment you laid eyes on him.

Jimin began vigorously thrusting into you. The sound of his hips slamming into you coupled with the wet noises of your sopping pussy were drowned out by moans from both parties. Hearing Jimin’s grunts only turned you on more, and the same could be said whenever Jimin heard your melodic moans.

Jimin leaned over to makeout with you, his tongue dipping between your parted lips. You clawed at his back while you kissed him back with ferocious reciprocity. You were getting close to climaxing yet again.

“Jimin, I’m so--”

“Missionary? I know you can do better than that,” an unfamiliar voice interrupted you.

“Fuck off, can’t you see that I’m busy?” Jimin replied angrily, yet he never stopped fucking you.

You were so embarrassed that you grabbed a pillow to hide your face. One person seeing you like this was already flustering enough, but two? Although your mind immediately went to shaming you for being in such a compromising position, it was also kind of a turn on.

“Aw, is she shy? That’s cute,” the unfamiliar boy said.

“What do you want?” Jimin finally pulled out to actually hold a conversation with the intruder.

“I got bored. I figured I’d come in here and jack off or something. I didn’t think you’d be using it,” the voice got closer.

“Well, I am. So get lost,” Jimin growled.

Suddenly, the pillow that covered your face was yanked off. Looking down at you was a man whose beauty rivaled Jimin’s (though you didn’t think that was possible). The man had more of a boyish devil-may-care look. His long dark hair framed his face perfectly, as it showed off his sharp jawline. He traced a finger from your cheek down to your chin.

“She’s cute,” he gave Jimin an approving nod.

“Yeah, and she’s mine. Go away, Jungkook,” Jimin was getting more frustrated by the second.

“Yours? Are you guys dating already?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“No, but--”

“Then it should be fine if I did this,” Jungkook cupped your face with one hand as he bent down to kiss you.

“Jungkook!” Jimin threw a pillow at him.

Jungkook chuckled as the pillow harmlessly bounced off of him. He deepened the kiss, and soon your tongues were swirling over each other. One of his hands wandered over to your breasts. He pinched your nipple, causing you to gasp into his mouth.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” Jungkook smirked, “Let me play with her after you.”

“She’s not a toy,” Jimin defended you.

“It’s okay,” you said softly.

“What?” both of the boys asked in unison.

“You can both use me...however you like,” you looked away shyly, bewildered at what you had just said.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jungkook grinned.

“You’re too sweet for your own good, ___. Are you sure?” Jimin asked.

You simply nodded, not able to make eye contact with either of them.

“Alright, baby. Let me take care of you first. Jungkook, you can watch how a man properly fucks a lady,” Jimin glared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stripped down to his underwear as Jimin flipped you onto your knees. You moaned loudly as he started hitting it from the back. This position allowed him to penetrate you even deeper. You buried your face in the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines.

“Nuh uh,” Jimin tsked as he grabbed a fistful of your hair.

He pulled your head up, exposing your lustful moans. He thrusted harder when he heard you. You opened your eyes to find Jungkook intently staring at you. Feeling cheeky, you made a ‘come here’ motion with one of your pointer fingers.

Jungkook happily obliged. Instead of directly kissing you, he licked up your neck, causing you to shudder. He sucked lightly on your neck as he once again played with your boobs.

“You’re not mad, Jimin?” he was surprised.

“She got wetter. Keep doing whatever you’re doing,” Jimin was lost in pure bliss.

Jungkook pulled you into another heated makeout session. You periodically moaned into his mouth whenever he tugged at your nipples. You whined as he broke the kiss.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook stroked your cheek, “Wanna try something?” he asked.

You eagerly nodded. It was hard to think when one gorgeous man was making out with you and pinching your nipples, while another gorgeous man was roughly fucking you from behind.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” Jungkook ordered.

You complied, opening as wide as you could. You watched Jungkook reveal his hard cock, which made your mouth water. His dick was bigger than Jimin’s, but less girthy. It had a little curve that made it look prettier for some reason.

“Want me to put it in? I’d love to see how deep you can take it,” Jungkook stroked his cock.

“I’ll take it all,” you said confidently.

Jungkook smiled at your determination. He lightly placed the tip onto your tongue. You twirled your tongue around it, making Jungkook moan with surprise.

“Maybe she’s not as shy as I thought,” he said to Jimin.

Jimin harshly spanked your ass, causing you to jerk forward. You heard him chuckle behind you.

“I love it when good girls go bad. They’re always the most fun,” Jimin reached his hand around you to play with your clit.

You almost lost control in your arms and fell forward when Jungkook grabbed you.

“You have to be a good girl and hold yourself up. We can fuck you from both sides if you do that, babygirl,” Jungkook ran his thumb along your drooly lips.

You propped yourself back up on your arms and opened your mouth again for Jungkook. He patted your head in approval before placing his dick back onto your tongue. He began pushing himself into your mouth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Blink twice if it’s too much,” Jungkook instructed.

To his surprise, you managed to take in his full length. You kept gagging since Jimin was thrusting you forward, but that just made it feel better for Jungkook. Jungkook let you know that he was going to start face fucking you, to which you nodded in response. Well, as much as you could nod while his penis was in your mouth.

It didn’t take long for both of the both to boys to fuck you in unison. They rhythmically pulled out and thrusted into you at the exact same time. The intensity of everything turned you on so much, you could feel your juices running down your legs.

Your climax hit you like a truck. Your legs spasmed under you as you cried and gagged on Jungkook’s dick. The feeling of you cumming on Jimin’s cock brought him to the edge. Almost immediately after, Jimin pulled out and came all over your ass.

“Switch places with me,” Jungkook instructed Jimin, “You didn’t think you were done yet, did you?” he winked at you before pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Your sensitivity was through the roof. Jungkook didn’t give you any warning before he inserted himself in you. Jungkook went even deeper than Jimin, and your legs were on the verge of giving out.

“It looks like she can’t hold herself anymore,” Jimin observed with a sly smile.

“I guess I have to do all the work. Stupid slut,” Jungkook groaned, abruptly snatching your arms.

He chuckled when you momentarily fell forward onto your face, but he easily lifted you back up by pulling back on your wrists. You’ve never been roughly restrained like that before, but you wouldn’t complain. Jungkook’s powerful thighs slammed into you repeatedly.

You couldn’t begin to comprehend how sinful you looked: titties bouncing, messy hair, and a lustful expression that rivaled that of succubi themselves. Not to mention you were practically glowing from the film of sweat that developed over the night.

“I’m jealous that he’s kissed you more than I have,” Jimin pouted before he cupped your face.

Wriggling underneath you, Jimin made it easier for you to kiss him. His pillowy lips felt heavenly as he playfully fondled your breasts. He didn’t twist or pinch your nipples like Jungkook did. Instead, he massaged them in a way that still felt delightful.

“Dude, your junk is really close to mine,” Jungkook complained.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Jimin responded between your kisses.

Jungkook’s pace started getting sloppy. You could tell he was close just by his irregular breaths. The room was filled with lewd sounds. Jungkook’s grunts, Jimin’s moans, and your mewls all blended into a chorus of carnal pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Jungkook stuttered before pulling out.

You felt his hot juices splatter across your backside. You toppled onto Jimin when Jungkook let go of your wrists. Jimin just chuckled and held you in a warm embrace.

“You did so well, ___,” he praised before kissing your forehead.

“Was that your first threesome? If so, I’m impressed,” Jungkook cleaned you up with a warm washcloth.

“Mhm,” was all you could muster up to answer his question.

“She’s pretty out of it. Should she stay here for the night?” Jimin asked Jungkook.

“You’re offering to house her? You must have really loved her pussy,” Jungkook laughed.

“Shut up, I’m being serious. I don’t want to let her go back out there to those animals,” Jimin disclosed.

“Did she come alone?” Jungkook sat at the foot of the bed.

“She said she was watching a friend...I don’t think she mentioned who though. Hey, ___, darling, who did you come with?” Jimin gently questioned.

“Chungha,” you said meekly.

“Holy shit. Everyone has been trying to get with her all night,” Jungkook was shocked, “Yeah, I think her friend will be fine on her own. I can watch after her if you want.”

“By watch you mean fuck?” Jimin rolled his eyes.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Jungkook replied cheekily, “You’ve been the most fun I’ve had in a while though,” Jungkook affectionately began scratching your back.

Your eyelids were getting heavier with each passing moment. You instinctively clutched onto Jimin tighter. You’ve always been a cuddler when it was time to sleep.

“I’m gonna go, want me to lock the door?” you heard Jungkook say.

“Yes please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jimin sent him off.

“Are you sleepy?” he asked while stroking your hair.

“Mhm. And hungry,” you said half asleep.

“What would you like to eat?” Jimin inquired.

“Grilled cheese,” you said without skipping a beat.

“Just grilled cheese? I could get you anything you want. Lobster, caviar, takoyaki, or maybe even steak?” Jimin was eager to take care of you.

“What time is it?” you asked groggily.

“Uh, a little past 1am.”

“It’s time for a midnight snack. And grilled cheese is the perfect midnight snack,” you nodded your head to confirm your reasoning.

“God, you’re adorable. Alright, a grilled cheese will be here soon,” he kissed your forehead again.

“You go make it?” you pouted, not wanting him to leave your side.

“No, I just texted one of the chefs,” he answered.

“Oh, you’re friends with a chef? That’s nice.”

“Somewhat? They work for my father.”

“Is your father the head chef?”

“No, he’s a businessman,” Jimin chuckled.

“Do you like business? Like your father?”

“No, I actually detest it. My father’s riches mean nothing if he can’t even love his family. He does ridiculous things to showcase his ‘love’ but I don’t buy it. Like this stupid fucking party that he throws every year. His excuse is that he’s providing any luxury money can buy. It’s all just bullshit,” Jimin sounded upset.

“This party? Your dad hosted it?” intrigue stirred you from your sleepy state.

“Yeah, this is the house I grew up in. This is my room,” Jimin admitted.

You were silent for a bit before responding, “I’m sorry your dad is a dick.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not your fault. At least one good thing came out of tonight,” he squeezed you tighter.

A knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Jimin retrieved the delivery. Never in a million years would you have thought that you’d be eating grilled cheese off of a silver platter. Jimin ate quietly beside you.

“I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” he finally piped up.

“I literally can’t think of anyone that has seen me more intimately than you. Well, besides Jungkook. Of course, I’ll go on a date with you,” you leaned over to kiss Jimin’s nose.

“I guess the dating timeline is a little off since you’re spending the night here too,” Jimin laughed before stopping himself, “Wait, you are spending the night, right?”

“I have no idea where Chungha is, and she’s my ride,” you shrugged.

“You’re welcome to say here if you’d like,” he offered.

“I suppose I can clear my schedule for you,” you teased.

With a tummy full of grilled cheese, it didn’t take long for you to fall sound asleep in Jimin’s arms.

[9:24am from Chungha] BITCH! I heard rumors you slept with THE Park Jimin?! A different rumor said you slept with Jeon Jungkook??? Explain please???

[10:19am] What if I slept with both?

[10:20am from Chungha] NO WAY! Tell me all about it asap

“You good?” Jimin nuzzled your neck.

“Never better,” you smiled.

Published January 7, 2021. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020-2021 Baepsaesbae

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Somebody to you

Summary: Going on a school trip with your best friends is something you've ever wanted but luck wasn't on your side. Not only were you going to see your childhood enemy on the trip, but you had to share cabins with him due to unfortunate circumstances on your end. How would the trip turn out?

Theme: College au, enemies to lovers

Genre: a little angsty, slightly suggestive but nothing too serious, fluff ending 

WC: 7.8k

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hey there :) This one is a little longer than my other fics. Tell me if there's any mistakes! Anyways, hope you like it :))) 

“Okay everyone, so as you may all know, the school has decided to let a few selected classes from each course go on a field trip to the mountain lodge where you will get to take part in fun activities such as skiing. Those classes who are not selected for this trip will be going on a different trip respectively since they could not accommodate a whole resort for the entire school.”

The school’s principal said through the loud speaker, announcing the school trip to everyone on campus. After he called out the selected classes for each trip, the students were visibly excited. But even then, somehow, two students from two different classes couldn’t help but frown as they both let out a defeated sigh.

The thought of seeing each other on campus was already disappointing enough. But to be stuck on a resort with the other, definitely never crossed their minds. After class was dismissed, you packed your bags too slowly for Jennie’s liking as the older girl tapped your nose teasingly.

“Hey. What’s with the face? You okay?” Jennie asked.

“No? It’s already bad enough that I see his face here everyday. Why do I have to see him again for the trip?” You said in an annoyed tone, causing Lisa to exchange a knowing look with Jennie.

“Are you talking about Yunho?” Lisa asked, a small sympathetic smile appeared on her face.

“Who else?” You puffed your cheeks. You three soon left the classroom, only for Jennie to speak up. “Oh come on, Y/N… Let’s ignore him and just enjoy this trip, hmm? Besides, look on the bright side! Yeri, Jihyo, Sana, Chungha and Mina will be there too!” You could only groan, making the two girls laugh.

By now, everyone knew the two Tom and Jerry on campus. You would never go a day without at least one verbal fight with him. You had just entered the cafeteria, finding for an empty table when you spotted him from afar with your eagle eyes.

You internally groaned when he happened to turn towards your direction as though he knew you were right there.

Yunho gave you a cold stare before turning back to his friends, allowing his smile to reappear on his face as if nothing happened. You continued your day as usual, despite not looking forward to the trip that was set to due in a week's time. 

The week passed by pretty fast as you were unfortunately running late due to morning traffic. When you arrived on campus, you were at least 20 minutes late. However, apparently everyone was already given the chance to find a partner for each room and there were a total of 32 cabin houses that could accommodate a maximum of 9 people in each house.

You looked around to find your friends, but you nearly dropped your bags when you realized that they already had 9 people. With two girls whom you weren’t close with but you recognized them to be Yeri’s classmates. Jennie and Jihyo frowned, mouthing a series of ‘sorry’s and also saying that the headmaster didn’t give them a choice to wait for you.

You shook your head and smiled, telling them that it was okay. 

Just then, the headmaster turned to the latecomers only to speak up. “Do all of you have a cabin to join?” The 6 students shook their heads. Just then, a familiar voice spoke up from just two rows down.

“She can room with us. We have one extra spot left.” This made you turn your head, only to lock eyes with Jeong Yunho. Of course you would never agree to staying in a cabin together with him, but at that current moment, you had to weigh the pros and cons.

It’s either you stay with complete strangers who may or may not be the best of people or stay with an enemy whom you know almost your whole life and suffer with him for the next one week until the trip ends. What could possibly go wrong.

Eh, what the heck.

“Sure, I’ll stay with them.” You said as the headmaster nods, pointing his hand towards Yunho’s group of friends.

You hesitantly walked up to them but the minute you stepped foot in their circle, Yunho was quick to speak up.

“Just because I helped you, doesn’t mean I don’t hate you anymore.”

“Oh, I didn’t ask for your help anyway. And, don’t worry, I still hate you.” You said. Yunho made a face at you, earning a roll of your eyes. The rest of them who witnessed this couldn’t help but glance back and forth between the two enemies.

They were soon heading off class by class respectively. At this point, you were thankful that you could finally reunite with your best friends instead of being stuck with him.

The journey to the mountains took at least 4 hours but it was worth it.

When they arrived at the resort, it was a lot more beautiful than in the brochures. Everyone left the buses in awe at the spectacular scenery. Since it was almost the start of winter season, snow already began to coat the mountains and the roads in that area. 

The temperature was cold and breezy, making them wear warm protective clothings. You got excited when you saw the skiing park right beside the resort, pulling Lisa and Jennie over to the railings. “Wow look!” You gasped with a bright smile on your face. Both Lisa and Jennie did the same as they watched the people ski down the slopes professionally.

After they’ve all entered the main lobby of the ski resort, the headmaster made an announcement.

“Alright everyone. When the staff calls out your name, please come and collect the keys to your cabins. I’ve already told the staff workers here to label and assign each cabin to the respective groups according to what you chose earlier. After I have dismissed everyone, you are free to roam around, explore this resort before going to the main food hall for lunch. I will give you about an hour and a half of free time. Do I make myself clear?”

Everyone responded in unison and soon, the staff member began to call out the names of the student representing each cabin to come forward and collect the keys. After everyone was done, they soon dispersed to go to their cabins.

You stuck with your friends as you followed them to their cabin. Unfortunately, their cabin was at least 5 blocks away. Making it difficult for you to even sneak out and go to their cabin at night like you planned. Nevertheless, the cabin interior looked really nice and cosy. The wooden interior makes it even more warm and spacious.

“Wow! It’s so pretty!”

“This is nothing like the pictures!”

“I wish we could live here together.” 

A series of compliments were thrown the minute they entered the house. You were excited to stay in these kinds of cabins despite knowing you wouldn’t be sharing it with these bunch of people. The girls were about to explore more when you spoke up.

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Text me if you guys are going anywhere fun!” You laughed.

“I’m so sorry Y/N! I really hoped for all of us to stay together.” Jihyo apologized, making you shake your head.

“It’s fine. We’re gonna see each other often during the activities anyway.” You said before you waved goodbye to them, leaving the cabin to go to your designated one on the other side of the resort. When you were just 4 feet away, you could already see the shoes scattered around the doorstep, making you sigh.

You didn’t have anything against the guys, because it was quite easy to say that you knew most of them on a name basis just that you aren’t close friends. However, the only person you knew the longest but also happens to be your enemy since high school, was obviously Yunho.

So when you pushed the door open, you immediately took in the wonderful pinewood smell of the gorgeous cabin. Completely ignoring the excited males running around the lodge.

“Oh, Y/N. Hey.” Hongjoong acknowledged you first, causing the rest to do the same.

You gave them a small smile followed by a nod before entering the cabin further. Once you were standing in the living room, just staring at Seonghwa who was wrestling Yeosang, a voice spoke up from the steps. “All the rooms have only one bed each, 3 queens and 1 king. We’ve already decided who rooms with who.” Yunho announced coldly.

“And…?” You paused, urging him to continue.

“And? Isn’t it already obvious who you’re rooming with? The boys figured you wouldn’t be comfortable sharing a room with someone you didn’t know. But I’m taking the bed. You can sleep on the couch.” Yunho said. You rolled your eyes, proceeding to walk in his direction before you came to a stop in front of him.

“I’d rather sleep in the kitchen instead of sharing the bed with you.”

“Be my guest.” He taunts. You could only growl before heading up the stairs. 

Hours went by in a flash and it was already dinner time. You were already exhausted from the activities you did earlier in the day. Already planning to take a shower and head to bed the minute you reach the cabin.

A few minutes later after everyone was dismissed from dinner to head back to their cabins and rest, as promised, you immediately went to your shared room with Yunho only to unpack your things and organize them a little before heading for a shower. You didn’t realize it had been almost an hour and it was nearly time for the lights to be out. 

Students were told to turn their lights off and sleep by 10pm. It was already 9:47pm. Yunho was downstairs with everyone else, probably still playing games.

You decided to take a quick warm shower. Taking only your towel and phone with you. You completely missed out your new clean clothes, thinking you could just get them later after the shower. About a good half an hour later, you had just stepped out of the bathtub shower completely wet but definitely fresh.

You reached for the towel on the rack and soon towel dried your body slightly before wrapping it around your body. You turned off your phone and left the bathroom. However, what you didn’t expect to see was a room filled with guys. You shrieked upon seeing them, making them flinch as they turned around to look at you.

“What the hell are you all doing in my room?!” You nearly screamed from both annoyance and embarrassment.

“This is my room too, darling.” Yunho said with a smug look on his face.

“And didn’t you say you were hanging out downstairs?”

“Mr Kwon was going around doing his rounding duties.” Mingi said bashfully, eyes clearly respecting your almost naked figure just desperately clutching onto your towel for your dear life.

“And why of all the rooms, you chose this one?”

“Because I said so?” Yunho replied for Mingi, making you scowl.

“Have I mentioned I hate you?”

“Not today actually, no.”

“The least you could do was warn me, Yunho.” You loudly whispered.

He rolled his eyes at you thickly. The room fell silent but you were still staring at your bag that was placed perfectly beside San on the ground. You wanted to tell them to leave but you thought it might be a bit rude considering you weren't exactly friends with them.

Somehow, Yunho could sense your uncertainty. With that being said, he got up from the bed and walked over to your luggage on the floor. He took the carrier and brought it over to you by the bathroom door. “Here. No need to thank me.” He said before turning back to go to his friends.

You couldn’t help but stare at his descending back, unsure as to why you suddenly felt a weird pull in your stomach. You ignored the feeling and soon disappeared back into the bathroom to change into a pair of sweatpants, a shirt and a thick hoodie.

You came back out a few minutes later with slightly dryer hair since you spent about 10 minutes blow drying it. You placed the luggage back beside San, taking out your charger and plugged it on the side table. When you turned around, the boys were still chatting and playing their card game only to speak up to Wooyoung and Seonghwa who were sitting on the side opposite Yunho.

“Move elsewhere. I’m trying to sleep unlike you owls.” You groaned as the two boys scurried away to sit nearer towards the centre of the mattress. 

Once you climbed onto the bed, Yunho raised his eyebrow up in question.

“Uhh, who said you’re sleeping here? You’re taking the couch.” Yunho said firmly with a hint of irritation in his voice but you couldn’t care less. “In your dreams.” You said as you turned to let your back face them under the covers.

You didn’t see his burning glare, closing your eyes to sleep. 

You fell into a deep slumber within 5 minutes, you felt lethargic as it took over your body almost immediately. A few minutes went by, the boys were still in the room playing a series of games from both card games to truth or dares. Remembering to keep their voices at a minimum. They were half way through playing Uno when they heard a shuffle coming from behind Seonghwa.

They watched as you rolled over in your sleep, only to face them.

But what made them feel so endeared by it was the way you laid. You were laying on your side, one hand tucked under the pillow. The other rested in front of your face, in a way covering your face.

Your hair draped over your face while your lips parted open very slightly. There was a few stifled laughter filling the room, only for Wooyoung to speak up in a hushed tone. “How is she so cold and feisty when she’s awake but so cute and vulnerable when she’s asleep?”

“I know right? Look at her.” Hongjoong giggled softly.

“You cannot not tell me you don’t find her attractive, even the slightest bit.” Yeosang directed his question to Yunho who was seen staring at your peaceful figure.

“I don’t know if I can answer you…” Yunho whispered.

The guys smiled as they continued playing the game. About half an hour later, Hongjoong was the first to urge the rest to head to bed since it was already late and that they should let you rest.

They left the room, not forgetting to clean the room after themselves. The minute everyone was out the door with only Yunho left in the room, he turned around to look at your sleeping figure. Yunho very quietly made his way to you, only to stop behind you. He carefully reached up, letting his hand hover over your face for a second.

He let out a soft sigh before he gently tucked your stray hairs behind your ear. Careful not to wake you up. Yunho couldn’t help but stare at you for a little while longer before he spoke up very quietly to no one in particular.

“What are you doing to me, Y/N?”

You stirred awake in the middle of the night, feeling the urgent need to use the bathroom. You got up groggily, only to shuffle your way to the bathroom. After you were done, you stepped out of the bathroom only to turn the lights off and head back to the bed. However, before you could lay back down, you saw Yunho curled up on the couch. From where you stood, his back was facing you but he looked fairly cold as his body was shivering slightly.

Despite the heaters in the cabin, the cold breeze from outside still managed to seep into the cabin.

You didn’t know why but you felt bad seeing him in that state. You wished you could just wake him up and call him into bed but you were afraid he might feel uncomfortable with it. So you opted to just take two of your jackets, one thick jacket and one full length windbreaker.

You quietly made your way to him, only to drape both jackets over his frame. He shifted in his sleep but never woke up. You carefully went back to bed, giving him one last glance before laying back down again.

5 hours later, Yunho woke up to a weird feeling of warmth engulfing his whole body. He remembered the night to be cold. For all he knew he was shivering last night. Yunho fluttered his eyes open, looking around to see what was the cause of warmth. That’s when he notices the pile of jackets on top of his frame.

He knew for a fact that it wasn’t his. With that being said, he glanced behind him only to see you still fast asleep on the bed. He couldn’t help but smile as he got up to take a shower.

Minutes turned into hours, they were all gathered by the ski lodge to go snowboarding. They stood according to the people in each cabin. You were standing between Jongho and Yeosang, while Yunho stood behind you.

They managed to follow the safety guidelines correctly, only for you to join your friends instead of sticking with the boys. They of course didn’t stop you from going. However, that doesn’t mean Yunho would choose to stop keeping his eye on you from afar. Others might think he’s just figuring out ways to torment you and cause you to make a fool out of herself since they always fought with one another.

But in reality, he was keeping an eye on you to make sure you never hurt yourself because after last night, he suddenly had a change of heart towards you. He just doesn’t want to admit it yet. You were racing down the hill with Yeri a few feet behind you, wanting to challenge each other to see who could win.

You were reaching the bottom but you didn’t notice the boulder ledge right in front of you until a voice called out to you from ahead. It was Chungha and Mina.

“Y/N, watch out!”

You didn’t have enough time to react, your nervousness took over the board as it began to wobble. You were just about to hit the boulder when somebody came swooping in from your left, toppling you over the hill instead of the ledge. Your heart jumped out of your chest as a scream left your lips.

You couldn’t even bother to see who saved you from plunging to your death as your bodies tumbled down the hill mercilessly. But the person who saved you, was holding you tightly against them. Putting a hand behind your head to protect it. Just when you finally rolled to a stop, that’s when you carefully pulled away. 

You could hear a whole series of voices calling out to them but you couldn’t care less.

You were about to thank whoever that saved you but your words got stuck in your throat when you realized who it was. You were laying on top of him with your hands tucked between your chests. His arms were wrapped around your body, keeping you close to him. Snowflakes coated his hair and little on his face, probably the same for you.

Your faces were just inches away from each other but nobody wanted to pull away. “Are… Are you okay?” Yunho asked softly.

“Y-Yeah… you?”

“Mhm.”

With that, you carefully got off him. While Mingi and Hongjoong helped Yunho up, Jennie and Sana rushed over to help you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked him again, definitely not buying his answer since he practically took most of the hit. You knew he was at least in a mild pain but he put up a strong front. “I’m fine… really.” Yunho said. And for the first time ever, he flashed you a genuine smile that somewhat made you feel something in the pit of your stomach.

After dinner, they all headed back to the cabin where the boys were all tired and agreed to rest early for the night. Yunho showered first before letting you use the bathroom. Needless to say, the two of you didn’t argue much ever since the incident earlier. You simply talked to each other when you needed to.

You left the shower wearing a hoodie and a pair of loose pyjama pants. Yunho was just taking a few pillows from the bed when you stopped him.

“Yunho… uhh, you can take the bed. I’m not sleeping yet.” You said. Of course he took this chance to sleep on the bed, he did feel unsure if he should let you sleep on the couch. Before he could say anything, you left the room not forgetting to remind him again slightly louder.

“Sleep on the bed.” You soon closed the bedroom door only to head downstairs to make yourself a cup of tea. You could feel yourself starting to catch a cold, hoping the tea could cure your sickness.

You didn’t know how long it had been since you went downstairs. After what felt like forever, you finally went to wash your mug before going back up.

You came back to find Yunho lightly snoring on the queen sized bed. The cabin was still chilly despite the heaters so he had a hoodie on. The thick duvet covered up to his waist. He was laying with his stomach down, arms tucked under the pillow to support his head. He was facing the couch but he looked too pure and peaceful for you to even feel creeped out.

You found yourself smiling softly at him before going over to the couch. You laid there for a moment before you too fell asleep.

It was almost 4 hours later that he woke up to go to the bathroom. He turned off the bathroom lights and closed the door, ready to head back to bed when he saw you on the couch. You looked like you were shivering even though you had a thick hoodie on.

Yunho’s lips tugged into a smile as he walked up to you only to stop behind your figure. He shook his head softly at you before carefully slipping his arms underneath your knees and torso. Yunho swiftly lifts you off the couch, earning a very light groan from you. He carried you all the way to the bed, tucking you underneath the duvet before climbing in beside you.

Once he was sharing the space with you, Yunho gently pulled you against him until you were practically side hugging him. After he managed to find a comfortable position for both of you, that’s when he finally relaxed. He made you rest your head on his shoulder while his other arm rests on top of his chest. 

Your right hand was tucked between your bodies while your left arm was draped over his stomach.

Immediately, the warmth was too nice to ignore as he soon fell asleep not before planting a very chaste kiss onto the top of your head. Yunho had no idea why he did that. He just felt like doing it.

The next morning, you woke up to an unusual warmth hugging your body. You never felt this warm during the previous morning when you woke up. You thought it was the heater’s work so you instantly relaxed further into the warmth. Just then, you felt a soft squeeze on your waist, making you open your eyes.

You carefully looked down to see an arm hugging your waist from the back. You didn’t have to turn around to see who it was. Just this alone was enough to make your cheeks flush red.

You mentally shook your thoughts away before you cautiously slipped out of his grasp to take a shower and got ready for breakfast. Thankfully, neither of you acknowledged it to avoid any awkwardness.

Hours went by and the activities today were less tiring but it did drain a bit of their energies. The boys were quite charged that night as all 8 of them gathered in the lounge area of their cabin. It was already half past eleven at night. The boys were just playing Jenga when Wooyoung noticed a figure stepping foot on the ground step by the stairs.

“Oh, Y/N. Are we being too loud?” He asked with a slight crinkle in his face, afraid of you lashing out. But instead, you smiled while shaking your head.

“No… I just… I couldn’t sleep…” You admitted to it shyly, fiddling with the hem of your hoodie before looking up to accidentally lock eyes with Yunho. Just then, Yeosang spoke up, asking if you wanted to join them. It took you less than a second to nod in agreement, making Yunho scoot over a little before patting down the space beside him.

Minutes ticked by as you watched them play, occasionally joining in. However, your eyes started to become droopy. Sleep was slowly taking over you as your head felt light with each passing minute.

Just then, right when Mingi was about to pull out the Jenga wood, Yunho felt a sudden weight on his left shoulder making him glancing down. That’s when he saw you resting your head on top of his shoulder. Since he couldn’t see if your eyes were closed or not, Yunho gently pat Jongho’s thigh who was seated on his right.

“Is she asleep?” Yunho whispered. The younger boy leaned over to take a peek. Curiously enough, the rest did the same.

“Yeap.” Jongho said softly in return, a smile gracing his lips. Yunho felt your hand grow limp on his sides before it dropped to his upper thigh, close to his hip bone. He glanced back up to see the rest of them smirking and giving him suggestive looks before one by one began to tease him.

“Looks like you’re finally weak for her huh?”

“Are you sure you hate her? You definitely don’t look like you do.”

“Sure, push her away if you hate her.”

“Do you need us to give you more proof that you’re actually in love with her?” Yunho simply glared at all of them, hoping you didn't hear any of this and thankfully, you didn’t.

About an hour later, everyone was heading to bed so while everyone was going to clear up the mess, the boys told Yunho to bring you upstairs. Yunho gently woke you up, shaking your arm softly.

“Y/N? Hey… wake up. Let’s go sleep upstairs, hmm?” His voice soothing to the ears. You stirred awake only to tilt your head up, too tired to realize how close your lips were. But of course, Yunho was too awake to notice the distance.

“Let’s go back to our room.” Yunho said as you nodded, struggling to stand up. Once you managed to find your balance, you made your way up with him to make sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself while going up the stairs.

Once they were both in your rooms, you walked over to the couch, making him stop you. “Woah, where are you going?”

“The couch?”

“What? Why?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“I thought you didn’t want me to sleep on the bed?” You asked, clearly still groggy from the nap. This made him let out a soft chuckle before walking to you. Yunho slides his hand around your waist only to guide you to the bed. If you were slightly more awake, you would have turned into a blushing mess. Once he sat you on the bed, he urged you to sleep.

“Then, where are you sleeping?” You asked with a small pout on your lip. Damn, you were making it so hard for him. “It’s okay. Just sleep. I’m not gonna do anything.”

“No, no, I know… It’s just… I want you to sleep with me… I mean, share the bed. It’s not too comfortable on the couch to be honest.” You finally admitted, making him smile. Yunho couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your words even though it was the most innocent thing he’s ever heard from you.

He gave in to your request, quickly taking off the hoodie he was wearing, only to leave the thin sweater he was wearing underneath. He soon climbed into bed after turning off the main lights in the room.

The minute he laid down on the mattress, you instantly craved for his warmth just like the night before.

Yunho allowed you to lay however you wanted, resorting to your head on his chest while your hands were hugging his torso. He could feel your legs tangle with his. The warmth engulfing you nicely. The both of you soon fell asleep without even waking up in the middle of the night unlike the previous nights.

The next morning, you both stirred awake around the same time. Neither of you realized the position they slept in until you moved your head slightly to feel his lips brush against yours. You were laying on your back with him on his side, so close to you as he hugged your waist.

Initially, your head was turned away from him but when you woke up, you turned your head to the opposite side. That’s when your lips accidentally brushed over his. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest while he grew awake when he felt that small skin ship. The room fell quiet for a second, simply just staring at each other. You were the first to pull away, climbing out of bed to excuse yourself to shower.

A few hours later, they had just gone back from husky sledding and ice karting. They were all gathered to eat dinner. Yunho was seated with his friends while you sat with your friends a few rows down from him.

But from where he sat, they could clearly see each other. Halfway through dinner, the host announced a quick game of run and hide. The objective of the game was for the leaders of each course to try and find the hidden treasure located somewhere in the resort. However, there will be a surprise during the game. Whoever finds the treasure and successfully brings it back to the dinner hall wins.

You turned to Lisa and Chungha who were seated opposite of you when you heard them squeak.

“I would rather stay here.”

“Me too!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as your eyes naturally found its way to Yunho’s. Your gaze lingered on each other for a minute before you looked away. The selected leaders were being called upon, with you being one of them.

Even though you were dreading this idea, you didn’t want to disappoint your classmates and course mates. You got led to the front along with 4 other students. You looked around to see that they were all students you weren't familiar with.

Besides, since you were going against each other, being in alliances wasn’t really important. However, your strategy soon got thrown in the bin when Yunho was pulled up to a stop beside you. You looked at him for a brief second, only to see a small smirk on his face. You tried to hide your smile by looking away but your lips gave it away and he definitely saw it.

The instructions were given, brand new torchlights were distributed and everyone was ready to find the hidden treasure. Once the whistle was blown, all 6 students dispersed to find the hidden treasure.

You and Yunho went separate ways at first. You went to the east side of the resort while he went to the west side. They were told that the treasure is not hidden in the cabins so you avoided doing that. The only areas that were out of bounds were the cabins and the forest that led to the mountains. Other than that, every other place is accessible.

You carefully searched through the trees along the pathway, searching along the cabin houses. Everywhere you could think of. 

You were too busy searching for the treasure that you didn’t notice the person wearing a scary mask walking down the path with chains tied to his wrists. The man looked scary as he had a weird way of walking, almost like he was limping.

You were about to turn the corner when someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, using one hand to cover your mouth from behind. Once you were both squatting down behind the small bush, you let out a soft yelp as you felt yourself crash against a firm back. You glanced back to lock eyes with Yunho who whispered to your ear.

“Don’t scream…”

You were about to question him when the chains being dragged on the floor, followed by a low growl made you whip your head forwards. You clutched onto Yunho’s forearm out of fear as he slowly removed his hand from your mouth. His other arm was still wrapped around your waist. 

“How did you know I was here?” You asked when you turned around to face him. 

You tried to ignore the close proximity but he was doing nothing to hide his wandering eyes that travelled from your eyes to your nose, down to your lips and then back to your eyes. “I saw you searching through the bush and then I saw him.” Yunho said before looking back down at your lips again. This was enough to make your heart skip a beat as you turned back around to hide your blush by peeking out the gap to check if the coast was clear.

“I think we should-” You said as you turned around to talk to him when you saw the man dressed in the same way as the previous scary dude just metres behind Yunho.

“Go! Get up!” You yelled as you grabbed his hand and soon the both of them ran out the little alley between the two cabins. You ran hand in hand only for you to realize that there was more than one of them.

“This way!” Yunho said, bringing you back to the main building of the resort. You made your way to the other side of the building, only to come to a halt when Yunho spotted a treasure chest sitting behind the reception counter. It was hidden on the bottom shelf where no one could easily see unless they went close to the counter.

“Excuse me! Can you pass me that treasure box?” Yunho said to the clerk working behind the counter. She went over to the treasure box, only for you to see that you’re being cornered by the scary looking people.

“Yunho…” You warned by tugging on his sleeves and of course he got the signal.

The minute he took the treasure box, he quickly laced his fingers with yours and soon bolted down the lobby towards the main outdoor food hall. The two of you ran despite being chased by the scary looking men.

You were just a few feet away when a few same looking men blocked their paths right at the side entrance of the hall, making you both halt your steps. The other students who were watching gasped and screamed at you to take the other entrance on the other side. Yunho turned to you and asked if you could sprint. When you nodded, he told you to run around the back of the hall and go to the other entrance.

He managed to distract the men while you ran and when you successfully entered, you went straight to where the host and the other 4 students were. Who had treasure boxes too but they were empty.

Yunho managed to enter the hall, a few minutes later with a smaller treasure chest in his arms.

The host opened your boxes at the same time, only to reveal that your box was the correct hidden treasure, earning your course the win. Everyone cheered as you turned to Yunho who had a bright smile on his lips.

You then remembered what happened earlier beside the cabin. The memories came flooding in and you couldn’t seem to get that out of your mind.

Yunho took a few steps closer until he was right in front of her. You weren't sure what he was doing so when he pulled you into a hug, you found herself smiling against his chest. Both their friends were definitely shocked by this comeback but nevertheless they were glad that you two wouldn’t be fighting anymore.

After dinner was over, they all headed back to their own cabins. You hugged your girlfriends goodbye before joining Yunho and the others. They were walking down the path in silence while his friends were occupied with chatting to each other. The two of you were walking a few steps behind. Neither of you said a word until he spoke up first.

“I didn’t think you could run that fast.”

“I used to be a part of the track and field back in high school, remember? Or maybe you just didn’t realise since, you know...” A soft chuckle left your lips, making him do the same.

“Sorry if I scared you earlier.” He apologized.

“It’s okay. For all we know, you actually helped me from getting caught.” Yunho let out a laugh as they turned to enter their cabin.

He let you walk in first, holding the door for you. Such a gentleman. Once they were in, Wooyoung immediately took off his windbreaker and yelled happily. “Hey guys! Should we watch a movie tonight?” A series of yes went around only for you to turn to Yunho who was already staring at you expectantly.

“You can join them if you want. I think I’m gonna rest for a bit. I’ll see if I wanna join after.” You said, making the boys nod.

They all soon dispersed to their own rooms as Yunho followed behind you. Once you were in your shared room, he told you to shower first and so you did. But while waiting for you, Yunho sat on the bed in silence. Just thinking about how good it felt to hug you earlier and be that close to you.

Of course cuddling in bed is nice but you’ve never been that close in public. And for some reason, he liked it. He didn’t realize how long he had been sitting there for until he heard the bathroom door unlock. And out comes a freshly showered you with only a towel wrapped around your body. If he were to guess, you probably forgot to take your new clothes again.

“Forgot to take your clothes again?” Yunho asked with a soft chuckle, making you giggle with a nod.

He watched as you walked to your luggage, only to squat down to find your clothes. Once you took the clothes you wanted to wear, you excused yourself to go change and he just nodded. About 3 minutes later, you came back out looking as cozy as ever and all he wanted to do was hug you.

“Your turn.” You simply said, seeing him nod in response. When he disappeared into the bathroom, it was your turn to sit on the bed. You were just scrolling through your phone, looking at the pictures Lisa took of you at the ski lodge when you heard Yunho left the bathroom.

You looked up to find him walking out with just grey sweatpants on and nothing for his top.

Has he always been this toned?

You looked away to avoid him from thinking you were a creep, only to hear him chuckle. A few seconds later, he walked to you, stopping in front of you. Since you were sitting with your legs dangling off the bed due to using your phone while it's charging, Yunho had to stand almost in between your legs. That is if he took a few steps forward. 

“Are you really not coming down?” He asked.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Come on, let’s hang out for a bit. When have we ever been this close without actually being on each other’s throats?” His comment made both of you laugh as you realized he was right.

Just then, he extended his hand out for you to take. So you did. However, before you could go far, you tugged on his hand while staying in place. Yunho turned around to look at you, silently asking if something was wrong. But instead of talking, you decided that actions definitely speak louder than words.

With that being said, you took two small steps only to lean up, pressing your lips softly on his. You could feel his breath hitch in his throat when you kissed him. Your lips soon curved into a smile as you felt him snake his hands around your waist.

He pulled you against him, only to guide you gently back down onto the bed. He scooted you up a little before climbing onto the mattress, resting in between your legs while he hovered over you.

Your lips never once parted. 

Yunho hugged your waist as he carefully slid his hands underneath your hoodie. He slides his hands up your sides while he kisses your lips passionately before making his way down your neck. You were playing with his hair, feeling him kiss your neck when there was a sudden knock on the door. 

It made both of you jump while he pressed his forehead into the crook of your neck. He planted a quick kiss to your collarbone before he pulled away to speak up. “What?”

“Hyung. Noona. Are you guys coming down to join us?” Jongho’s voice sounded muffled from the other side of the wooden door, making you giggle softly underneath him.

“Yeah, we’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay!” Jongho said, and once he was gone, Yunho turned back to you with a small smile that melted your heart. “Do you still want me to say I hate you?” He whispered as his eyes lingered on your lips.

“Only if you want me to say I hate you too.” You teased.

“Yeah, I definitely don’t want that.” Yunho said before kissing you on the lips again, feeling you wrap an arm around his head to play with his hair. Something he was weak for.

Yunho gently caressed your sides, messaging the skin on your waist. His hands remained respectful so as to not touch you inappropriately without your consent. Just when he wanted to pull away, you purposely bucked your hips up, brushing your lower half against his.

A soft groan left his lips as he sucked in his breath. “Look who’s being needy now.” He teased.

“I’m not the only one.”

Yunho emitted a low growl from his throat, only to kiss you again. Except this time, his kiss was slightly rougher. He kissed his way down your neck, only to leave a mark on your skin where your shoulders and neck meet. You hissed when you felt him bite your skin. Yunho pulled away to see his art, making you blush.

“Are you seriously marking me now?” You asked with a laugh.

“Why not? At least now people know we’re no longer enemies.” He shrugged, earning a soft slap to his chest. 

He couldn’t help but give you his cute toothy grin before kissing you on the lips again and soon helped you up. He threw over a shirt before they headed downstairs to find the boys already scattered around the living room. “Oh yay! You guys made it! Come on, we’re watching Infinity War!” San announced as they made extra room for Yunho and you.

You ended up sitting in between Yunho and Yeosang, but the minute you sat down, the other boy noticed the bruise growing on your neck. This made Yeosang smirk as he tried to come up with an excuse to make you leave the room for a bit.

“Y/N, can you help me get the box of soda on the counter? I forgot to take it.”

“Sure.” You soon got up to leave and the minute you’re gone, Yeosang turned to Yunho with a knowing smirk on his face.

“So, you two finally got along?” Yunho got confused at first but then when Yeosang pointed to the spot in between his neck and shoulder, the boy finally understood what Yeosang was referring to. He could only whisper a quick “shut up or I’ll kill you” before you came back.

The rest of them smirked at Yunho as well, only for you to get confused. “Is everything okay?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, everything’s okay. Is everything okay with you?” Hongjoong teased, making you frown.

“Yeah…?” Some of them were seen giggling and you were still confused. So a brilliant idea flashed into Yunho’s brain, wanting everyone to shut up. With that being said, he gently cups your chin and turns your head to him only to kiss you outrightly in front of the others. You immediately melted against his lips, ignoring both the screeches and giggles coming from all the boys.

Yunho bravely kisses down your neck to go over the spot that was now bruised, only to lick the burning skin. Yeosang faked a gag as he groaned in his spot.

“Okay, okay! We get it. Jeez.” Yeosang said, earning a laugh from the others. Yunho pulled away with a smirk on his face before placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Good. If any of you open your mouth about this to anyone, I’m gonna keep doing that in front of you.” Yunho warned teasingly, making them agree to the deal. your cheeks were burning red now as you turned your face to bury them in his shoulder.

Yunho could only chuckle as he kissed the top of your head lovingly, making your stomach do a flip.

That night before you went to sleep, you broke the news to your friends in your group chat. Everyone went crazy but they were happy for you. It was quite needless to say that almost all of them had expected this day to come sooner or later.

The two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, with him holding you close. Yunho was happy to say the least. Since he’s actually had the longest crush on you just that he never admitted to it. He pretended to hate you because he was too shy to tell you how he really felt about you. He was just glad that both your classes were chosen to go on that trip.

~~~

[bbmyungho]

ch 14 | masterlist | ch 15

“Thanks for showing up.” Ew. I cringed at my plainspokenness as I took my seat across from Jihoon. He just nodded silently and blew at the steam rising from his cup.

I nervously glanced around the room, observing the tables behind him as I searched for something to say. I’d thought about all of it since I’d asked him to meet me, but now that the moment was actually here, I was lost.

“So…” I looked between Jihoon, whose gaze was turned downwards towards his cup, and the beverage itself. “What have you been up to recently?” Ew.

“Same old, I guess: work, school. Making music.” He breathed.

“Yeah, Soonyoung actually recommended me some of your songs. They’re good; you’ve grown a lot in a short time.” I shuffled in my seat.

“Thanks.” He replied; I could tell by the way he pursed his lips as he said it that he was trying to hold back a smile. He took a tentative sip from his coffee, sparing a fleeting glance up at me before moving his eyes back down with the cup. “So, what about you?”

“Oh, well, I guess the same: school, work.” I shrugged.

“Do you still write at all?” He fiddled with his fingers as he asked. I swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, sometimes. A good bit. I mainly just let Chungha and Wonwoo read it, though.” I shrunk down in my seat as I said it, finding an intense interest in my glass.

“That’s good.” He said simply. We sat in an awkward silence for a bit, drinking our drinks and people-watching out of the windows. “I don’t think we’ve actually talked about our majors yet. What did you end up going into?”

“Language arts. Uh, you’re in music, right?”

“Yeah. Finally.” He smiled to himself, actually startling me a bit, but it did wonders to help me relax; I at least felt like he didn’t totally hate this. I couldn’t help but mirror it, sitting up in my seat and folding my arms on the table.

“I guess the plan is to become some huge singer?” I asked. He chuckled a bit.

“Always has been.” He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms over his chest as he studied me. “And you’ll be a bestselling author, right?” I smiled at the thought, but shook my head.

“No, not at the moment; it would be nice, but I’m thinking about getting my doctorate and becoming a professor.” He frowned a bit, looking out the window before responding.

“That’s a good plan, but you should really publish something while you’re working towards that.” I shrugged, running my finger around the rim of my glass as I thought.

“Maybe. I have plenty of ideas but it’s just… pressure? I guess? I just don’t feel like I’m ready.” I sighed.

“You think I felt ready when I started putting music out?” He questioned, pulling a grin onto my face. I got flashbacks of a few summer nights spent late in his room, a set of secondhand headphones too big for either of us perched atop my head as he excitedly walked me through his latest creation. I remembered falling asleep together on the couch, talking about if he’d ever really get the time or courage to finish a track and put it out, dreaming about his music somehow blowing up and me getting to go on tours with him. I looked at him intently across the table, wondering exactly how those talks had turned into this one.

"Y/n, I-"

"Jihoon-" We both paused, looking at the other intently to encourage them to finish. "You go ahead." I said, shifting my gaze back down to the table. He inhaled deeply, taking a moment of pause before continuing.

"I just wanted to say sorry; y'know, for the way things ended. I never really apologized for it, but I was harsh and you didn't deserve that." A weight shifted on my chest; not quite lifted but not quite as present.

"Me, too. I wasn't a complete angel, either." I said, looking up at him with a sad smile.

"Well, no, but I shouldn't have lashed out on you like that regardless. That wasn't okay. I still regret a lot of the way I treated you those last few months." He said. I just maintained my same smile, eyes scanning his face as I weighed my next words carefully.

"I've missed you, Jihoon. I mean, I miss our old friend group." I said, letting out a harsh exhale when I'd said it. We both seemed to stop for a moment. I could tell both of us were thinking harder than we really needed to.

"What, you don't miss me as your boyfriend, too?" He teased.

"Oh, I actually have one. Right now." My eyes widened, and it appeared, so did his. "Sorry."

"No, no, you don't have to apologize; my fault, not a good time for that joke." He chuckled, prompting a tentative giggle from me as well. "Well, this has been fun, but I probably need to head back soon before Hoshi shows up." He said, starting to collect his jacket from his seat.

"Oh yeah, me too." I smiled, gathering my things and walking out with him into the brisk air. "This was nice, Jihoon. I'm glad we can kind of hold a conversation again." I said, immediately stiffening once I actually thought about that last part. Thankfully, he laughed, nodding his head in agreement.

"I'll see you Thursday, then."

"See ya'."

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[lavishedinjimin]

Cowards in love (m)

— synopsis: You and Jimin had been friends for a long seven years. But will a novel coworker of yours replace the tightly-knit bond you had with Jimin?

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

↳ pairing: jimin x f reader

↳ rating: 18+

↳ genre: friends to lovers!au, smut, angst, fluff

↳ word count: 9.5k

↳ warnings: office worker OC, possessive jimin, dom jimin, sub reader, jealously, ownership, filthy dirty talk, unprotected sex (NO GLOVE NO LOVE!), rough sex, hair pulling, oral (m receiving), slight IMPREG KINK during intercourse, spanking, name calling (slut, brat), pussy slapping, multiple orgasms (and I mean two)

A/N: Contains fake texts screenshots! Sorry if you don’t like those - but I do - so yeah :D

“Miss Y/n, as usual, you have done amazingly well. You have pleased me and the company so much that I decided to give you another promotion.” 

You smirk, sitting upright on the leather chair. Your boss sat across from you at the long wooden table, a black envelope in his hand. You nodded and bowed your head in respect. 

“We see how you work nonstop and we want you to rest for a while. Go and treat yourself, y/n.” He slides a white envelope to you. As you grab a hold of the paper, your lips curves up in a smile as you feel how thick it is. Peeking inside, there lays five hundred bucks. 

Your boss stands up, and you copy his actions. He walks over to you with such poise, lifting his hand to you. Shaking his hand, he nods his head once. “Congratulations, Y/n. We expect a lot from you.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Lim. The company has all of my passion.” 

~

“You are quite the dime, petal.”

Scoffing, you turn around to your best friend, Jimin, who was sitting on your bed and checking you out. “Don’t try to woo me now, Park Jimin,” you turn back to the mirror, applying more of the burgundy-colored lipstick that he specifically bought for you. You notice him smirk through his reflection, standing up. He places his hands on the pockets of his jeans as he shrugs his shoulders, walking closer to you.

“The guy who wins your heart will be so lucky,” he muses, eyes shining in awe. 

Jimin stares at your image in the mirror, smiling at how gorgeous you looked. Your short hair falling to your shoulders, a burgundy blouse that matched your lips, black tight slacks that were flared on the very bottom, giving a 70′s vibe. Paired with black stilettos and your ‘signature’ black cat-eyed glasses. You look back at him, smiling, “Don’t you consider yourself lucky that you have me as your best friend?” 

He laughs, making your heart warm instantly. It was one of your weaknesses, that laugh can heal your sorrows and all negative things that the world throws at you. He was your medicine. 

Jimin steps closer and wraps his arms around your waist for a back hug, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. “I am. Now go and finish up while I start the car.” 

“Okay.” 

He leaves the room with a heavy heart, allowing a loud sigh escape his lips. Jimin has agreed to come with you to celebrate your promotion with a couple of your coworkers. As your best friend, he couldn’t say no to you.

When you were finished getting ready, you walk outside of the house, locking the door behind you. You smile grateful at Jimin when he opens the passenger’s side door for you. “You’re too sweet, Jimin.” You giggle.

He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. “Only for you,” he mutters, quiet enough for you not to hear.

The drive to the restaurant wasn’t that long as the two of you were having a normal conversation. “Who have you invited?” He asks.

“Not a lot actually. My office buddies – Sunmi and Chungha.” Jimin nods with a hum, allowing you to continue. “There’s also, of course, Namjoon, Yoongi, and a guy that’s new to the company.”

“New guy?” Jimin chuckles quietly, “What’s his name?”

“Park Jinyoung. We’ve become close ‘cause he’s working right under my field. Don’t worry, you’ll love him! He’s quite intimidating at first but that’s only because of his menacing eyes. He’s a wonderful man.” You titter, turning your head to look at his direction as your eyes glittered in enthusiasm. But what shocks you is the deadpan expression on his face, eyebrows slightly creasing with his bottom lip between his teeth. He looks annoyed, and you did not know why.

“What’s wrong?” you ask with a gentle voice. His breath suddenly hikes up slightly when you rest your hand on his thigh.

He closes his eyes for a brief moment before reopening them. “Nothing,” he gives you a fake smile, “I bet he’s lovely.” He says sarcastically.

“He is!”

Jimin wished you could’ve said something else. 

Your heart flutters when Jimin opens the door for you, sending you his charming smile. His eyes turning into little crescents, lips curving up. You give him your thanks while as you enter the restaurant. Jimin suddenly interlocks both of your arms together, but you didn’t mind. You were used to his clinginess.

There was not a lot of people inside the restaurant even though it was a busy Saturday. As your heels click against the black tiles, your eyes scan around the area to find the table where all of your friends were.

“Isn’t that Chungha?” Jimin says and points to his right. You immediately smile widely when Chungha raises her hand to signal their location. Jimin chuckles adoringly when you remove your arm away from his, quickly running to the table.

“Y/n! Congratulations!” Chungha stands up and gives you a tight hug, “You totally deserve it.”

“Thank you so much!” you squeal. Sunmi and the boys stand up as well to congratulate you.

Jimin watches from afar as he walks towards the round table, eyes taking a good look at Jinyoung. He quirks a single brow up when he catches how Jinyoung rakes your body up and down.

Clenching his jaw, Jimin hurriedly makes his way to your side to wrap an arm around your waist.

“Oh, there you are!” Namjoon exclaims on his seat, “We haven’t seen you in a while, Jimin!”

“Uh, hah, yeah,” he tries to calm himself down, “Been busy.”

You glace at Jimin oddly before turning back your attention to the group. “Oh, Jimin! This is Jinyoung, he’s grown to be a good friend of mine.”

Jinyoung stands up from his seat without hesitation and reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Jimin. Y/n has told me a lot about you.”

Jimin doesn’t hide his bitter scoff, “Only good news, I hope.”

Jinyoung only smirks at that, leaving him baffled.

Sitting down on one of the unoccupied chairs, you called for a waiter for everyone to start ordering. “Since I’m treating all of you today, please get whatever you want!”

“Y/n! No judgment, okay?” Yoongi gives you a knowing look, understanding what he already means by that.

“Yes, Yoongi. As much as you want.”

As everyone chooses their meals, Jimin scoots closer to your side. You look at him with a smile on your face but he pretends to ignore you, scanning the menu in front of him.

“Do you wanna get some glazed steak rolls?” he asks you, “They’re your favorite, right?”

You frown, tilting your head to the right as you read the menu carefully. “Uh, yeah – but I’m not in the mood for steak right now.”

“Hmm, alright. Oh, look! They serve roasted lambs, Y/n,” Jimin asserts.

“Heh, no lambs for me today, Chim.”

“Well, how about—”

“Y/n,” Jinyoung suddenly blurts out across from you.

“Yes?” you lift your head, smiling at him.

Jimin listens attentively, his eyes shooting up to burn holes into Jinyoung’s eyes. But he doesn’t seem to mind. Jimin feels his blood boil from the way he was looking at you.

“Didn’t you told me yesterday that you were craving for shrimp? Try ordering their shrimp pasta, it’s delicious.” Jinyoung talks with a smirk, the corner of his mouth lifting. He knows what he was doing to Jimin, amused from his annoyed reactions.

“I should!” you exclaim, “Thanks Jinyoung.”

“No problem, Y/n.”

Jimin feels a hard punch in his heart.

Humiliated, disappointed, infuriated.

As time passed by and everyone got their meals, Jimin was over your side. He’d be so touchy, resting his hand on your thigh and keeping it there the whole time. He would also often wrap an arm around the back of your chair, pulling you close. You’ve never seen him act like this as if something was bothering him, but you just can’t wrap your head around it.

“So Y/n,” Sunmi says to get your attention, “you know that you’re so lucky to be promoted in such a quick time! How do you do it?” she chimes as the others quickly agree. Jimin, on the other hand, didn’t react as he was busy eyeing Jinyoung up and down.

“Ah, as expected from Y/n. I’ve never seen anyone so dedicated and hardworking to be honest,” Chungha replies, making your cheeks blush from their kind words.

“You guys are too nice. I just love my job a lot, I guess,” you shrug with a quiet laugh.

“Jinyoung, how does it feel working with Y/n?” Yoongi asks him, “Does she treat you like hell?” All but Jimin laughs at his statement, and you feel him grip your thigh a little bit harder. You send him a quick glare, grabbing his wrist and pushing his hand away from your thigh.

“She’s amazing, Yoongi,” he says in awe, “I won’t ask for anyone else.”

You blush at Jinyoung’s words, lowering your head from embarrassment as the group gives approving sighs.

“Y/n, are you blushing?” Namjoon spills as he chews on his medium-rare steak. Immediately shaking your head, you cover your face with your hands, “No! I’m not!”

“What’s going on here, huh? Y/n? Jinyoung?” Yoongi grins at the two of you knowingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Nothing!” you reply in a speed of light.

“I said what I said,” Jinyoung shrugs his shoulders, making direct eye contact to Jimin for a split second before returning his gaze back on you. “Y/n’s such a great person to work with. I adore how she’s so optimistic, always striving to help people. She absolutely deserves everything.”

Jimin crinkles his nose.

“Jinyoung, please,” you giggle, your smile wider than it already was.

“It’s true! I can’t help but love my job when I have someone like you.”

“Damn! Someone fine me a guy like Jinyoung,” Chungha says jokingly, giggling in her seat.

“So you’re making moves now on her, is it?” Jimin finally snaps. His voice bitter, squinting his eyes at the man across from you.

Everything suddenly falls silent, all eyes on Jimin. “If you wanna compliment her then I suggest you just go straight to the point.” He fakes a smile at him, however, Jinyoung was not about to back down.

“Jimin? Isn’t it quite ironic that you tell me to go straight to the point when you can’t even do it yourself?”

Jinyoung knows. He knows that Jimin likes you, it was obvious from the way he looks at you, from the way he acts around you. It was clear to him that he was in love with you, but he doesn’t seem to know why he’s unable to confess.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin grits, closing his hands into a fist.

“I think I do, Jimin,” Jinyoung snickers, “Anyway. What I was trying to say since I was rudely interrupted – will it be okay if we watch a movie together tomorrow?” he gives Jimin a scorching glare, “alone?”

“Sure! I—”

“No.”

You felt your heart drop down the floor. Whipping your head to face Jimin, you look at him with a disgusted expression, “Jimin? What do you mean ‘no’?”

He suddenly grabs a hold of your wrist with one hand, his eyes burning holes into yours, “I said, no.”

“Jimin, sorry dude, but you don’t really get to decide for Y/n.” Chungha retorts, “Who are you to say no?”

Jimin felt his heart clench from the harsh truth. He was nothing to you but your best friend. The atmosphere around the room gets thicker and thicker as each long minute passes. Everyone had their eyes on you and Jimin, offended from his words.

“Let Y/n do whatever she wants. If she wants to go out with Jinyoung then let her!” Namjoon tries to sound calm but fails at the last words.

“Jimin,” you say to him calmly, trying your best to handle the situation, “What’s wrong? Just tell me, I won’t be mad.” Jimin sees how your eyes grow wide, the desperation evident in them.

He shakes his head, frowning, “I-I can’t.”

You were about to reply before Jinyoung cuts you off, “So what do you say, Y/n? This time I’ll be the one treating you.”

Ignoring the way Jimin tightens his grip around your wrist, you smile at Jinyoung. “Sure, I’ll come.”

Jimin can’t take it anymore. He abruptly slams his hands on the table as he stands up. The loud noise he created caused multiple heads to turn to your groups’ table. “Jimin!” Yoongi warns, but he cancels his voice out of his mind.

“I’m finished eating. I’m gonna go home.”

Jimin gives you one, final look. You can catch the hurt and sadness in his eyes before he begins to walk away.

You stand up and try to catch him, “Jimin, wait!” but you got nowhere near him because Jinyoung’s hand catches your arm.

“Let him go. If he was really your best friend then he won’t do this to you.”

“B-But,” you stammer, feeling your chest tighten. You feel like everything was your fault, staring at Jimin’s back as he walks out of the restaurant. You waited for him to at least look back at you, yet he doesn’t.

“Y/n, let him be. This is supposed to be your day, remember?” Sunmi pouts, “Just enjoy your day, don’t let him bring you down.”

As Jimin brisk walks to the parking lot, feeling as if he was carrying weights on his shoulder. His mind was clouded in anger; towards Jinyoung, to you, and to himself. He feels betrayed yet he completely knows that he has no right to be.

He waits inside his car for a few minutes, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel as he waits for anything, something to happen. He can’t stop thinking about the way how Jinyoung looked at you like you were a piece of meat, he hates how you blushed every time he talked nicely to you. Hell, even the simplest things he did made him pissed. He hates the way Jinyoung teased him, he despites how he mocked him in front of everyone.

Jimin grunts loudly, his mind pounding harshly as he rests his forehead on the steering wheel. But every time he closes his eyes, you appear. He can imagine the way you smile, the sound of your laugh, your touch of your hands, your melodious voice, everything he loves about you made his heart ache.

Why can’t he just tell you how he really feels?

He waits in his car for a little bit over five minutes, figuring that you weren’t coming to talk to him. It was ridiculous for him to think that you would. He starts the engine and drives away.

“Jinyoung can drive her home,” Jimin mutters under his breath.

Jimin wasn’t responding to your texts. After the fight he and Jinyoung had earlier, Jimin thought it would be fun to ignore you.

Sure, what he did in front of everyone in the restaurant was wrong, and it was so low of him. He never acted like that in all your years of being friends, acting so possessive of you. There’s nothing wrong hanging out with another guy! You hang out with Namjoon and Yoongi all the time during work, how was Jinyoung different?

It was obvious that Jimin didn’t like him, but why was he acting out like this now? In your seven years of being best friends, he was always on good terms with your guy friends.

You check your phone endlessly tonight, hoping, praying that he will at least leave you on delivered. But he doesn’t.

Groaning loudly, you shut your eyes closed while you flop down on the soft comfort of your bed. You feel like your heart was about to burst any minute. You don’t want to lose your best friend.

Jimin feels like a piece of shit for leaving you. There was no excuse for him to act like that, letting go of his feelings and he allowed it to control him.

He just couldn’t hold back anymore.

He wants you.

He wants you for himself, and no one else.

Jimin knows that you’re a lovable person. You’re loved by many of your coworkers, and you were always so nice that it won’t be hard for you to make new friends. He’s selfish and he knows it, but he’s been hiding his feelings under the rocks for two years. Two years of jealousy, two years of enviousness, and it was hard. He always tried his best to keep you close, but it was difficult to be with someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

And perhaps running away from you will let him run away from his feelings, too.

Finally opening his phone, his heart pounds loudly in his chest, feeling like absolute crap.

“I’m sorry, petal,” he breathlessly says, heart breaking into a million pieces. “But I don’t know what else to do.”

Confess? He can’t. He’s too afraid of that.

It’s been four days since you last talked with Jimin, and it’s been rough. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, because losing his presence scared you. Losing your best friend was more heartbreaking than any other relationship.

You missed your late-night calls with each other, talking about each other’s day, ranting about anyone and anything. You missed his presence, seeing his charming smile, hearing his delicate voice, his hugs and kisses, and his irritating teases. You didn’t know how much you adore him until he was gone.

“Fucking shit,” you cursed, feeling a headache beginning to occur. Letting your elbows rest on your wooden desk, you cover your face behind your palms. You were so frustrated, totally ignoring the piles of paper in front of you. You had so much work to do that was due in a couple hours and you haven’t started on anything.

There was a sudden knock on your door, and you quickly shoot your head up. “Come in.”

Jinyoung appears with a black portfolio on his hands, greeting you with a kind smile. “Here are all of the records you asked for, Y/n.”

He approaches your desk and you grab the files, adding it onto your mountain of documents. “Thanks,” you say blankly.

“A-Are you okay?” Jinyoung asks carefully, trying not to piss you off.

“I, uh…” you stammer, huffing a heavy puff of breath. “I’m fine.”

Jinyoung doesn’t reply yet he suddenly approaches your desk, placing both of his hands on the table. Your eyes widen, gulping the lump in your throat. Jinyoung looks at you with a little grin on his face, his eyes sultry. “W-what are you doing?”

“Oh, Y/n,” he sighs, lowering down to rest his forearms. Your heart pumps rapidly in your chest when his face was mere inches away from yours. “I think it’s time for you to rest your mind for a little while…”

“Jinyoung, what are you saying?”

The smirk on his face doesn’t wipe away as he moves his face a little bit closer. You can smell his minty scent, refreshing your senses. Yes, you can agree that Jinyoung was pretty hot and he had the looks. He knows what to say to make anyone fall for him. But something feels wrong.

“I know what’s going through your head, babe. You can use me, you know that?”

“U-Use you? Jinyoung I don’t—”

He suddenly grabs the back of your face with his right hand, pulling you even closer so that your lips were centimeters away. He slowly bites his lip, making your stomach turn from the sight. “Use me to get your mind off of him.”

You were too tired to argue, too exhausted to fight him. But perhaps it’ll work.

So without thinking, you press your lips onto his.

Jinyoung chuckles in surprise, smiling into the kiss. He holds your face in his hands while you stand up, inviting more of him. He breaks the kiss for a couple of seconds to move around your table, approaching you. Your hands fly to his hair, his hands on your hips as you both continued your ministrations. Jinyoung groans when you tug on his locks, electrifying currents shooting down his back.

Suddenly, he lowers his hands until it reaches the bottom of your spine. “Is it okay if I…” without any warning, he drags his hands further down until he reaches your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh!” you gasp, and Jinyoung uses your startled state to slip his tongue in, meeting yours.

This is wrong.

“Mmm, Y/n,” he mutters with a smirk, “I love how you taste.”

Jinyoung pushes your body up on the nearest wall and he traps your hands against it. He winks at you.

“Jinyoung, t-the door isn’t locked.”

“Oh, is that a problem babe?” he snickers, peppering kisses all over your neck, making you shut your eyes. “Wouldn’t you want people to see?” he tantalizes.

No.

“Jinyoung,” you whimper in protest, but he misunderstands it as a moan. His grip on your wrists was hard and firm, and you were slowly getting irritated. You didn’t want this, you want nothing but him.

Jimin.

“Jinyoung, please stop.”

You were shocked when he actually pulls away, a confused expression slapped on his face. “Y/n?”

“I-I,” you shake your head. You thought that kissing him might help you get rid of your tense feelings and thoughts yet it was only making things worse. You can’t focus on him, you just can’t. Your mind goes directly to Jimin, what he might think if he sees you like this, what he might feel.

“I can’t do this,” you laugh nervously, looking down. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he says quietly while he nods his head. “I-uh, I should go.”

“Yeah,” the air thickens. You scratch the back of your neck timidly, “I have w-work to do.”

“Right.”

No one moves for a while, and you just wanted to crawl into a little ball and die from awkwardness.

He was the first one to move, giving you a quiet ‘see you later’. You hear the clicking of his shoes getting farther and farther away before he exits your office.

Running your hands through hair, you close your eyes in frustration.

What the fuck did you just do? Your mind was going crazy, wishing that you could just go back in time and stop him. This just made the situation worse.

Sitting back down on your chair while huffing a breath, you pull yourself closer to the desk and you unload the pile of papers. You tell yourself that you have to stop being so childish and start working, but truth be told – you just need a distraction.

You and Jimin were both cowards. That’s one thing you know for sure.

It has been a total of one week since you’ve last talked to your best friend, and every day was horrible. You never knew that you could miss someone this much.

“I can’t stand his behavior,” you groaned as you talked to Sunmi through the phone. You were drinking white wine on a Saturday night like the sad single moms you see on TV. “He doesn’t respond to any of my texts and calls. It’s like I don’t even exist anymore.” You rant.

“He’s acting really childish, Y/n. He started the fight with Jinyoung and now he’s hiding from everything. It’s not even a big deal!”

Your mind backtracks to the moment where he was gripping your thighs so hard whenever Jinyoung was talking to you, and when he held you by your wrist. He was being so suspicious.

“I don’t get it,” you rub your face with your hand, “I don’t get how he can just hate Jinyoung when he doesn’t have any problems with my other male friends. He’s ridiculous.”

“Maybe Jimin knows him and they have a dark past together?”

“Wow, isn’t that too farfetched?”

“Who knows, Y/n.”

But you miss Jimin’s presence. A lot more than you expected.

“I just miss him, Sunmi. I can’t lose him now,” you shake your head, your heart getting heavy. “Not like this.”

You put your phone on loudspeaker, flipping your body over so now you were laying on your stomach. You cross your arms in front of you, burying your face in them. You wanted to cry.

“I miss him,” you whisper.

Jimin was a friend that everyone asks for. He was always there for you, taking care of you, loving you, adoring you. He was there during your ups and downs, being by your side during your best and worst moments. Jimin was all that you could ask for. He was never the one to judge you because he loves you for the way you are. You can never get bored when you hang out with him, his charming smile can make your day a thousand times better.

“Sunmi, can I tell you something?” you speak up after a few moments of silence.

“Of course Y/n, anything.”

“Jimin was never mine, but losing him broke my heart.”

Sunmi coos at your words, noticing how your voice cracked amid the sentence. “Aww, Y/n, Y/n,” she sighs, “You won’t lose him, silly. I know that he won’t throw your seven years of friendship away just like that. How about you just go talk to him in person? Go to his house and let him explain. C’mon, girl. You are both adults now, I’m sure he won’t mind.”

You hated how you can only think of negative thoughts and outcomes. “And if he doesn’t answer? What if he just kicks me out?”

“Then keep trying.”

You gathered your courage to knock on his door, just the thought of him ditching you was making your chest hurt.

You stare at the black wooden door, holding your hand up.

Holding your breath, you knock at the door three times.

No response.

The cold wind blows and you can feel goosebumps arise from your skin. The breeze whooshes your hair that it covers your face, and you push the strands away with a puff. You quickly knock on the door again, louder this time, yet there was still nothing. Not even muffled footsteps to indicate that he was there.

“Please open the door,” you whine, about to knock once more but a sudden voice startled you.

“Y/n?” Eyes growing bigger from the realization for who it belongs, you turn around.

Your best friend stands there, his hands inside the pocket of his jacket as he looks at you with the same surprised expression. He was wearing black skinny jeans that enunciated his long legs, a black and white patterned bomber jacket plus a black cap. He looks good.

“Y/n, hello?” he raises his voice up, making you snap back to reality. “I asked why you are here.”

“I, well…” you gulp, “I want to have a talk with you.”

Your heart drops down low to the ground when Jimin scoffs bitterly. You step aside when he comes up to unlock the front door.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he snaps.

“Oh my god, are you actually serious?!” you raise your voice at him, stepping inside his house even though he didn’t tell you to. Jimin removes his hat and runs a hand through his hair, the frustration evident in his face. You feel frightened when he suddenly throws the hat on the couch vigorously, turning his head to face you. His once soft features were replaced with rage and irritation.

“Go on then, yell at me,” he takes long strides towards you, your feet automatically walking backward. Your chest feels like it weighs a million pounds as his words stab daggers into your heart. “Go! Tell me how much of a fucking asshole I am to ignore you for a whole week. Shout at me for how immature I am, come on! Y/n, I know you want to—”

“Jimin, stop!” you yell, pushing at his chest. “I just want you to explain!”

“I told you already, I can’t.” Jimin turns his back on you, heading to his bedroom. You release a deep, exasperated sigh as you follow behind him.

“Why? What can’t you explain?!”

He doesn’t answer, silence filling the air. Jimin removes his jacket and places it on his bed, his short-sleeve shirt giving you a full view of his arms. You flutter your eyes away for a moment.

At least you saw him today. Even his presence made you feel better.

“Jimin, please?” you say softly, grabbing the courage to walk up to him. Jimin doesn’t look at you directly, putting his gaze on somewhere else as you grab a hold of his forearms. You notice his Adam’s apple bob when you do so.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” you grip his head, applying a gentle force to turn his head to you.

He wasn’t angry anymore, you can see it in his eyes. But this time was different. He looks… vulnerable. Your heart smashes into a million shards when you see the sad glint in his eyes.

“You don’t know a thing.” He mutters underneath his breath, voice low.

“Then tell me!” you plead, eyebrows knitting together. You don’t let him get away from your hold as you keep him close to you. You were not going to let him run away again, not ever.

Jimin closes his eyes, inhaling a deep breath. You wonder what this thing that was bothering him could be.

“I love you.”

Your mouth goes dry.

“I-I love you too, Jimin, and you know that—!”

“No, no, Y/n.” he unexpectedly holds your hand tightly, letting him tower over you as he slowly pushes your back against the wall. He traps you there, your hands in between the two of you. “I love you more than a friend. And it scares the fuck out of me that if I tell you this, you’ll leave.”

“Jimin…” you try to comprehend all that he said, but your mind was clouded in too many thoughts all at once.

“I tried, fuck,” he turns away for a second, finding it hard to look at you. “I tried to fucking distance myself from you in hopes that my feelings will disappear, but it only made everything worse.”

You don’t respond, allowing him to continue.

“I only wanted you more.”

You can feel his hand tremble as your own turns sweaty. Jimin loves you.

But how can you tell that you love him back?

“I’m such an idiot for running away, Y/n. I’m a coward who can’t face his own feelings. I was scared because my feelings for you were getting worse. Jinyoung…” he looks at the ceiling, sighing, “Jinyoung was, I guess, my last straw. I couldn’t stand it anymore, the thought of you being happy with some other guy. My selfishness was taking the best of me and I wanted you for myself. It’s so hard for me to say it because I’m afraid to lose you.”

“H-How,” you swallow, forcing yourself not to cry. “How long?”

Jimin understands your question as he gives you a sympathetic smile, “Two years, petal.”

Your body slumps as you frown, guilt occupying your body that he had his feelings longer than you. Jimin endured a lot of heartaches and hurt during those long two years, but he loves to be around with you. That was the only thing that kept him going.

Jimin’s eyes widen when you suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. His heart warms in his chest as he releases a light chuckle, hugging you back. Your press your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “I love you too.”

Then, Jimin’s body goes stiff.

Did he hear correctly?

Were his ears deceiving him?

You giggle when you feel him stop breathing, looking up to meet his gaze. “I love you too, Jimin. More than you can think of.”

“T-tell me that you’re serious, Y/n.” he holds your chin gently, hoping that you won’t look away, “Don’t say you love me if you don’t mean it.”

“What are you saying, Jimin,” you playfully smack his arm, “I’m not joking. I have feelings for you too.”

Jimin’s heart swells in happiness, getting a huge weight off of his shoulders. His face blushes in red, smiling like an idiot, “Really?”

“Really.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Petal, don’t mess with me,” he suddenly lowers his tone as if scolding you.

“I’m not!” you giggle, “I’m in love with you too, Park Jimin.”

A loud squeal leaves your lips when he surprisingly wraps his strong arms around your hips and lifts you up in the air. He spins you around and around, a wide smile plastered on his face as he admires your reaction. You laugh, swinging your arms around his neck for support as you tilted your head back. Wiggling your legs, you try to squirm but he grips your tighter.

Your heart swells in joy.

“Jimin! Put me down!” you yelp when he doesn’t stop spinning you. Jimin laughs uncontrollably before flopping your bodies down on his bed. Eyes growing wide, your breath hitches up when the proximity between your faces was at least three inches away.

His smile doesn’t falter, eyes shining like a child who just received candy.

“So…”

“So?”

“I guess it’s finally time to call you my girlfriend, huh?”

Nodding your head shyly, you feel your face warms up as a blush forms your cheeks. Jimin sees this and coos at you, “Aww, someone’s blushing! You like it when I call you my girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” you mutter timidly. “A lot.”

Jimin sighs and plops beside you. He grabs a pillow and places it underneath your heads. Slinging his left arm around your body, he tugs you close for a cuddle. You and Jimin cuddled before, of course, but you feel something different this time.

You snuggle your face into his body, inhaling his pleasant scent.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you had feelings for me at the time? Were you just as scared as I was?” Jimin asks, his voice soft and gentle.

You chuckle, “Unlike you, I actually just couldn’t get myself to admit. I was always trying to throw my feelings at the back of my head because I was afraid that it was impossible for you to like me back. But I was wrong.” You tilt your head up to look at him, giving him a cheerful smile, “We’re always so intimate, you know? Like you can kiss me on the cheeks and I can kiss you on the cheeks, you’ve seen me half-naked and I’ve seen you half-naked, I know how big your di—”

“Y/n! Oh my fucking god,” he cuts you off by placing a hand above your mouth, stopping your words, “Shush!”

You push his hand away, a smirk on your face, “Anyway, what I was saying… we’re so close.” your heart flutters when Jimin starts to caress your cheek lovingly, feeling butterflies inside your stomach from his simple action. “And I’m glad that we’re finally official, petal. I can kiss you whenever I want now, letting the world know you’re mine.”

Today marks the company’s 85th anniversary, and Mr. Lim decides to treat all employees for drinks at one of South Korea’s most luxurious bars – The Southside Parlor. And of course, you and your friend didn’t back out.

Chuckling, you place your phone back on your bedside table. Your friends had no idea that you and Jimin were a thing now, and you decide to drop the good news later this evening.

Slipping on the short, satin red dress, your mind wonders if your outfit is too revealing. Is it too inappropriate?

‘Fuck it’, you thought.

You only have Jimin to impress.

You curl your hair into natural-looking waves, your short hair falling right above your shoulders. Then, you apply a good amount of makeup and of course a red lipstick to top it all off. You quickly snap a mirror selfie of you and your chosen outfit before sending it to the group chat.

“Oh my god,” you mutter under your breath, covering your mouth from Namjoon’s little comment. You couldn’t hold back the laughter as you shake your head in dismay.

You grabbed your purse and went to put all of your necessary items; your phone, wallet – even though the drinks are free – mints, and of course, lipstick.

A sudden knock on your door sends shivers running down your spine, knowing exactly who it was. Quickly putting on your heels, you make your way to the front door of your apartment to welcome Jimin.

“Hi!” you pull the door open, greeting him with a big smile. Your eyes sparkle when you study how good he looks, wearing a black long sleeve button-down shirt tucked in some tight black slacks that really makes you want to focus your attention on his crotch area. Nice.

But there was no response from him. He furrows his brows as he rakes your body up and down, licking his lips slowly

You giggle, a tint of red forming on your cheeks. “Jimin, are you checking—”

“You’re not going out wearing that.”

Immediately, you roll your eyes from his sour words. Crossing your arms together, you lean on one hip, “And why not?” you challenge.

A smug smirk appears on his face, right eyebrow raising in authority. You were not going to lie, but his reaction turned you on. He slowly walks over to your figure, shutting the door behind him. But what shocks you is when you heard a little ‘click’ of the doorknob, indicating that he just locked the door.

“U-Uh,” your mouth instantly dries up, but you try your best to keep your composure. “Why am I n-not supposed to wear this, huh?”

Jimin’s gaze suddenly turns sultry, as if a switch was ignited inside of him. He looks at your body, taking his time to check you out from bottom to top. And that man, oh god, he was biting his lip. He knows what he was doing to you, he knows that you’ll feel butterflies, he knows that it’ll turn you on.

“Hmm,” he hums, shuffles closer until he’s got his arms around your hips. He tugs you closer until your bodies were pressed against each other. You can feel your palms starting to sweat, knees wobbly like jelly. “You really wanna know why?”

“Y-Yeah,” the way you stuttered so easily made your cheeks blush, and you quickly cover it off by clearing your throat. You tilt your head up a little bit, making it seem like his actions didn’t bother you at all when it was clearly the opposite. “Yes. Tell me.”

Without any warning, Jimin grabs the back of your neck and he moves his head right in front of your left ear. With the sudden closeness, you can feel his hot breath hitting against your skin, causing small little bumps to appear on your arms and legs.

“Because I don’t want any other men to look at how fucking hot and beautiful you are.”

He doesn’t even let you reply as he pushes you against the door, trapping your arms above your head, your purse dropping to the floor. Your breath stops when he suddenly places fervent kisses all over your neck, making you release quiet moans in pleasure. Your nerves were on fire as you feel his soft, plump lips on your skin, your fantasies finally coming to life.

“Call me possessive, call me controlling, I don’t give a fuck,” he growls “You need to know that this body right here,” he runs a hand down your spine and onto your butt, giving your asscheek a firm squeeze, “belongs to me.”

“J-Jimin, oohh,” you whimper when he continues to mark your neck, for sure leaving hickeys and bite marks. He was marking you as his, letting everyone know that you’re his property. You can feel him smirk every time he leaves a purple bruise on your skin, knowing that he’s the only one that can see you like this.

“You’re too fucking sexy to share, petal. And this dress? Fucking hell baby,” he breathes out a slight groan, “I can’t let you go without fucking you.”

His words ignite a fire in your stomach and you don’t waste any more time, pulling him into a kiss. Jimin immediately grins, lips molding together, tasting your lips as if it was his last time to ever do so. He cups your face while you run your hands through his hair, knowing how much he likes it.

You groan when he bites your bottom lip all of the sudden, tugging on the soft flesh with his teeth. He chuckles when he hears you mewl, his dick growing hard under his tight dress pants. “Jimin, please,” you beg, “more.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” He swiftly picks you up bridal style, earning a squeal from you as he brings you to the bedroom.

He removes your shoes and gently plops you down on the bed, but then a sudden thought invades your mind. Faking a pout, you say in a little voice, “What about the free drinks?”

Jimin scoffs, unbuttoning his shirt while your mouth waters from the sight of him. He likes your reaction, slipping the top off his toned body. “What do you care more about, petal? Drinks, or…” he hovers above you, slowly grazing his lips right above your own, “my dick?”

You almost want to laugh out loud, but you didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Smirking, you reply, “How about both?”

“Oh petal, need to stuff that smart little mouth of yours my cock, huh?” he groans, removing his pants all the way down. He kneels on the bed in front of you and signals you to get up, “on all fours, baby.”

Your cunt clenches around thin air when you were face to face with his covered cock, the outline of his hard shaft evident in his tight briefs. He palms himself for a moment, using his other hand to grip your chin. He tilts your head up, “Look at me,” you obey, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” he smirks, “you don’t know how many nights I’ve dreamed about this. Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock so nicely, taking my cock so deep down that throat, can you handle it baby?”

With each word, your pussy seems to get wetter and wetter, drenching your poor little underwear. You whimper, nodding your head. Just the thought of him tilting his head back in pure pleasure, his hands on your hair, forcing you down on his dick made you hornier and needy for him.

“Take my cock out, petal.”

Without saying anything more, you lift your hands to tug his briefs down, his cock finally springing out, slightly hitting your face. You gasp when you saw how big and thick it was, veins prominent as a little bit of precum dripped down from the tip. With your mouth agape, Jimin uses this chance to grab his base and rub his head against your lips, smearing the precum all over your mouth.

“Mhmm, fuck,” he grunts, “my pretty little baby. Have you thought about this, hm? Ever fantasized about sucking my cock?”

Fluttering your eyelashes at him, you smile lustfully, “Yeah, every time you wear those dress pants or your grey sweats. Just whenever you dress up and down basically, I can’t get the thought out of my head. Everything’s just hot about you, to be quite honest, whenever you—”

“God this fucking mouth just doesn’t shut up, huh?” he suddenly grabs a bunch of your hair, tilting your head back forcefully. You release a whine from the sting, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care. “Open,” he growls, and you obey. “Suck on my dick like a good girl.”

Jimin gasps when you wrap your lipstick-stained mouth around his cock, lathering your tongue around his head teasingly. Covering his dick with your spit, you suck deeper, bobbing your head up and down slowly. Without losing eye contact, you give him a playful wink.

“Little slut,” he tsk-ed as he abruptly thrusts his hips, making you gag. The sound created deep waves of pleasure all over Jimin’s body, riling him up. “Don’t you try to tease me, petal.” He grips your hair tighter, shoving more of his cock down your throat, “We both know who’s in control here.”

“Mnggf,” you mumble, forcing your eyes open as it grows heavier and heavier with him pushing your head closer to his pubic bone, gagging and choking around his cock. Spit dribbles down from your chin, and Jimin seizes the opportunity to wipe your saliva with his thumb. He sucks on the digit seductively, making direct eye contact with you. You mewled from the hot sight, eyes watering.

Jimin grunts as he starts to fuck your throat, your red lips trying to take his dick made him crazy. He leans forward, forcing your head all the way, and he hikes your dress up to your waist. He suddenly delivers a harsh, loud spank on your ass. You gag uncontrollably, your stomach fluttering as he spanks you for a second time.

“This ass is mine, petal, yeah? You belong to me.”

He pulls his cock out for a moment to let you breath, slapping the head right against your cheek. You felt so dirty, but you like the feeling of being used.

Opening your mouth with your tongue sticking out, Jimin slaps his dick against the wet muscle. He groans from the feeling, tugging on your hair harshly. “Dirty little slut,” he chuckles, “you love my dick, hm?”

He thrusts in and out, ignoring your gags, ignoring how your hands fumbled to grab a hold of the sheets. Your pussy was dripping wet, clit throbbing in need.

He forces your head down until your nose touches his pubic bone once again, before finally pulling out. A thick, messy string of saliva connects from your wet lips and to the tip of his cock. Jimin growls, “Fuck, such a cockslut you are. You wanna be fucked baby? You want me to fuck you hard and rough, hm?”

“Yes, yes!” you instantly reply with a slightly hoarse voice, “Want your cock in me.”

A fire ignites inside Jimin’s veins and he suddenly snaps, flipping your body down so that you lay on your back. He roughly hikes your dress up, impatient. “All I can think about if we went to the party is ripping this dress off of you. You wouldn’t want that, do you?”

You shake your head no, biting your lip.

He helps you pull the piece of clothing off, raising his brows up when he sees that you’re not even wearing a bra. He tilts his head to the side and sighs, “Ah, petal, you’re so fucking beautiful. A reason not to share you with anyone.” Quickly diving his head down, he wraps his mouth around your perked nipple as his hand occupied the other one. He nips on the erect bud with his teeth, smirking when he hears you squeal. He flicks his tongue fervently up and down, sending quick shocks of pleasure to your core.  

“Mhmm, Jimin, please, please fuck me already,” you beg, but he only chuckles.

“Is that all you can do to beg, petal? C’mon my baby girl can do much better than that.”

Your boyfriend crawls down, his face right in front of your wet pussy. He groans, inhaling your scent. He sees the wet patch on your panties, and he uses his fingers to delicately stroke your pussy against the thin clothing. You involuntarily close your legs together, but he firmly pushes it back open with a grunt. “Keep your legs open for me, petal.”

Bringing his hand to your core, he uses his thumb to gently apply pressure on your needy clit. He bites his lip, inspecting your reaction.

Your cheeks were flushed, eyebrows contorted in frustration, “Please…” you whisper.

“I told you petal, beg.”

“A-aahh, Jimin! Oh god!” He suddenly prods his tongue right on your clit, rubbing your sensitive bud. He wasn’t using any hands, just his tongue accompanied by the friction of your panties. The corner of his mouth crooks up, liking how your buck your hips up in need, tugging his hair.

“Beg.” He growls, finally pushing your underwear down. His eyes shine with lust when he sees that your pussy was dripping in slick. “Beg, or I won’t fuck you.”  

You find it difficult to talk when he was licking bold stripes from your entrance and up to flick on your clit, your heart pounding out of your chest. You try your best to speak despite all of your moans and whines of pleasure. His tongue was so long. His eyes staring at you with a menacing look that made your cunt clench around nothing. He flicks your clit frantically, making it hard for you to breathe. 

“Please, Jimin, please fuck me. Fuck me rough – ohh yeah – fuck me however you want, I don’t care. Please – aahh! Just let me feel your cock inside me. Please please please, Jimin, I’m begging you!”  He gives one final suck on your clit, pulling at it with his lips. You almost came then and there.

He chuckles, stroking your thigh, “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”

Jimin flips you over and instructs you to be on your hands and knees. He grunts when your pussy was out there all in display, just for him. “Fuck, so pretty,” he runs his hand on your ass, admiring your curves and your wet cunt, “Only for me.” A hand comes down your butt once again, spanking you.

He positions his cock right against your entrance, teasingly prodding his tip in and out of your pussy. You whimper, wiggling your ass in need.

“Ah ah ah,” he warns, slapping your ass again, harder. Your body jolts forward from the sudden harsh blow. “Stay still.”

He teases the head in and out of your hole, coating the tip with your wetness. Your arms claw on the sheets in desire, your stomach curling. His dick stretches you out real good. The girth of his cock made you feel blissful as your cunt tried its best to take it all. Jimin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, gripping your hips possessively as he pushes further in. “Holy fuuuuck,” he draws out, smirking as he feels your pussy sucking him in, “you feel so fucking good, petal.”

He watches how your entrance stretches around his cock deliciously, your juices covering his shaft. “Shit, look at you, cunt so good for me, hm?” he starts to thrust in a slow pace, waiting for you to adjust, “Cunt feels so fucking good.”

“Mhmm, l-love your cock,” you stutter while your arms fail you to keep your strength, your upper body falling onto the sheets, ass up in the air.

The new position caused Jimin to go deeper, hitting all the right nerves that’ll make you closer to your edge. He fucks you faster and harder, his grip obviously leaving red marks on your skin from how tight he was holding you, sweat forming on both of your bodies.

He was thrusting his hips so hot and blissfully, making your cunt clench around him. Jimin grunts, “Oh, fucking hell petal, do that again or I’ll cum inside you.”

His words send currents throughout your body, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as his dirty words did something to you. Jimin gasps, feeling how you clench around him again, but this time tighter.

“Ohh, you like that, huh? Like being a disobedient brat?” he growls while leaning closer to your ear, fucking you balls deep.

“Jimin! Yes, fuck,” you pant, your hips meeting his as you felt his balls slap against your pussy with each thrust.

“Mhmm, you like the thought of my cum inside you, huh? Filling you up? Make this tummy round with my kids? Your pussy trying to take all of my cum, trying its best to keep it all in.” Jimin chuckles darkly, snaking a hand down to play with your clit.

“Yeah, o-oh my god!”

“What a filthy little slut I have right here, huh?” your body shudders when he carelessly slaps your clit, the action bringing your orgasm closer. He does it again, harder, as he bites the shell of your ear, “You want your tight pussy to be drenched in cum, yeah? Ohh you like that?” he laughs, his tone as if mocking you.

“I-I’m gonna cum, please, let me cum Jimin,” you say breathlessly, burying your face on the mattress as your hands gripped on the white sheets. Jimin feels your cunt tightening, and he allows you. “Go, petal. You can cum.”

“Fuck yes,” your jaw drops when a powerful rush of intense pleasure erupt from your core and throughout your body, your mind going blank as you can only focus on the euphoric feeling. But Jimin doesn’t stop. He controls his own edge and he flips you on your back, your legs finally relaxing but the burn from your previous orgasm doesn’t go away.

“Jimin, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you huff, knowing that you’re already going to hell anyway so you can curse all that you like.

“One more, petal. Cum around my fat cock one more time.”

He fucks you harder and rougher that you did not even know was possible. He uses his right hand to cup your cheek as he props his forearms down between your head. Jimin whispers in your ear, “You know I’m not actually going to cum inside you, yeah?”

You still find the energy to giggle at him but was immediately cut off when he starts pounding his dick right on your g-spot. You wrap your legs around his hips, giving him more room to fuck you. “I-I know, aaahhh shit, I’m not r-ready to have kids.”

“I know, but remember that you’re gonna have them with me.”

Your heart suddenly flutters uncontrollably from his sentence.

A painful pleasure starts to form down your core, your cunt covering his dick with your previous orgasm as he fucks you into another one. Jimin looked so good, some strands of hair sticking onto his forehead, his pretty lips bruised from all of the lip bites while his expression was just hot. He longed for this in so long, and he’s taking all of the time in the world to fuck you.

The temperature in the room gets hotter and hotter, your bodies sticky with sweat but none of you cares. He grabs a hold of your left leg and hikes it upon his shoulder, providing him a new position, his dick reaching places that were never been touched before. Your breath hikes up, back arching in immense pleasure while Jimin groans. “Yeah, that’s it, feel my dick so deep inside you? Bet no one’s ever fucked you this good?”

He gives you one particular, hard thrust, making you throw your head back. “Answer me petal, do I make you feel good?”

“Mmm, yes, oh god. Y-you’re the fucking best, Jimin.”

“Good girl,” he praise, feeling his balls getting heavier, his climax drawing closer, “This cunt is mine, get it? Mmmh, you’re mine and only mine. No one will get to look at you like this, you belong to me and I belong to you.”

Your second orgasm blows harder than the first, your hands coiling into tight fists and your toes curling from the intense pleasure bomb. It stings, yet the pain was intoxicatingly good. You were making a mess on the sheets, drenching his cock further. “Shit, that’s good, keep creaming on my cock like that baby, yeaaah.”

His thrusts were getting sloppier, signaling that he was close. He croons his head down to your neck and starts to lick the purple bruises he marked earlier. Groans and moans fill the air, and the wet squelching sounds of his cock pounding your pussy drove the two of you crazy.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he rasps, “I’m gonna cum, petal. Shit, where do you want me?”

“S-Somewhere not in my vagina, Jimin,” you choked.

You can catch him roll his eyes, making you grin. He pulls out and starts to pump his messy cock, using your juices as lubrication as he brings himself to his edge. Jimin throws his head back, watching him spurt his hot cum on your stomach, some up to your chin. He came so hard, his biceps and abs flexing in the process. “Holy fuuuuuck, petal,” he grunts as he kept going. You watch him with hooded eyes, breathing heavily as you tried your best to relax.

Jimin pumps himself until the very last drip, plopping down beside you. He runs a hand over his face, huffing out a breath, “Oh my fucking god, you’re the best, petal.” He turns his head to give you a gentle kiss, “Thank you.”

“Mmm, there’s no need for thanks, Jimin. But I’d suggest you clean me up—”

“Oh, yeah! Yeah, got it.” He quickly scrambles to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. You giggle when you stare at his bare ass. 

Even his butt was bigger than yours.

a/n: Thanks so much for reading! I love you <3

[readyplayerhobi]

Flower | 37

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff

; Word Count: 5k

; Warnings: Discussions of IVF, sperm donation

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

; A/N: Thank you for the reception to the last chapter! :D I think that was the most comments/feedback in a long time for Flower haha. It means a lot to me to have your comments like that <3333 I hope you enjoy this one, perhaps it’s not really what you were expecting. I changed the last few around and the characters had decided this was the way they wanted to go! (it might sound silly but honestly, characters have a life of their own!)

; Flower Masterpost

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“Meeps!” Hoseok’s calls from the hallway, catching your attention from where you’d lined up all your baking ingredients on the counter. “I’m heading out.”

Placing the glass bowl down carefully, you wipe your hands clean before heading out and smiling at him brightly. He’s got a dark denim jacket on alongside his new favourite black leather biker style boots, looking suitably rocker and even more sexy. Maybe you had a thing for those boots.

You don’t let him know this though, just watching as he pats his pockets to check he has his phone and wallet before a concerned expression takes over his face. Chuckling, you reach out to tap his hand, revealing the car keys he’s panicking over and causing his cheeks to fluff a pretty rose.

“Thanks. Do you want me to bring you anything back later? I can swing by the store on my way back home once we’re done?” Shaking your head at him, you squeeze at the hand you’re still touching and give him a thankful smile.

“No, I’m good. We’re going to order in later. Maybe that Japanese place that we ordered from the other week or something. Thank you, though. Enjoy yourself, okay? Text me when you’re going to set off.” Hoseok nods before leaning forward, giving you a quick kiss before he’s out of the door. 

Standing for a moment, you overhear the sound of his car starting up before turning around and heading back into the kitchen. Grabbing your phone, your fingers tap at the screen as you let the girl’s know that the door is open for them to just walk in. Almost as soon as you’ve sent the message into your group chat, you’re distracted away by the bark from Ciri at your feet.

She’s still pretty small, only a little bigger than she’d been three months ago when Hoseok had proposed, but you think that just makes her look cuter. Thankfully, she’s been very easy to train so far and she’s currently sat so prettily as she looks up at you, big eyes staring intently at your hands.

Another short, sharp bark makes you laugh as you glance at the stuff you’d gotten out to bake with. Crouching down, you stroke her fur and make baby noises to her until her tail is sweeping the floor rapidly.

“Ciri-billy, I haven’t even started yet! You can’t eat them as they are now. Have some patience my darling.” You don’t know why you call your pets the nicknames that you do, or even where the names come. They just tend to pop out of your mouth when you’re talking to them and you just roll with it.

It’s caused Hoseok to laugh more than once to hear you call Kasumi your chicken or Ciri your little pudding. Particularly given you don’t call him by many pet names, instead just using his name or Hobi. Occasionally he’ll get a ‘babe’ or a ‘sweetheart’ but it’s not too often.

“Soon my bub.” Giggling, you give her a final stroke before standing back up and facing the counter. Quickly opening Spotify and beginning the playlist of your favourite songs, you keep your phone within easy reaching distance while looking over the recipe you’d printed out earlier in the day.

It takes only minutes for you to become entranced in what you’re doing; careful measuring of ingredients and the delicate balance of mixing them to create a wonderful treat. Only what you’re making today isn’t for yourself, or even your best friends.

No, they’re for Ciri. You’d found a recipe for grain-free dog treats and you’d decided to try making them. Part of you couldn’t quite believe what you were doing, particularly for a dog, but you would enjoy seeing Ciri enjoy them all. It wouldn’t surprise you if Hoseok decided to try and eat one himself.

You’re so involved with baking and singing along to the music that plays through the Bluetooth connected speakers in the kitchen, obviously something that Hoseok had bought because you’d considered it pointless, that you don’t hear the front door opening. It’s only when you turn to put some of the finished treats onto the wire trays that you’ve lined up that you realise when Chungha is suddenly standing in front of you.

Shrieking, you jump and have to battle to not drop all the freshly baked goods onto the floor while cursing up a storm. Almost immediately she moves to help you, apologising profusely as she yelps when grabbing a falling dog treat, her face twisting as it burns her fingers.

“Oh fuck! Chungha, shit. Are you okay? Oh my god, come over here.” Tugging her to the sink, you turn on the cold water and shove her hand under it, ignoring her whine of pain as the cold water interacts with her burn. The two of you focus on making sure it’s okay, even resulting in you going to grab the first aid kit Hoseok had bought a year ago when a sudden voice interrupts.

“What is going on here?” Two sides of wide eyes turn to Soyeon, letting her see the medical stuff you’ve haphazardly thrown on the side as you’ve looked for the burn ointment you could have sworn was in here. A glance at the treats causes a small ‘o’ to form on her pretty lips before she leans against the counter, elbows on the top.

“Ooh, baking mishap?” Teasing you with a grin and a wiggle of her brows, you nod before handing Chungha the tube you’d finally found. She gives you a smile of gratitude and applies some to her hand, her lips pursed into an adorable pout as she concentrates. You’re so busy concentrating on watching her that you almost miss Soyeon’s hand as it reaches out to the wire trays.

“No!” Shouting, the word causes her to jerk in surprise as she snaps her hand back with almost obscenely wide eyes. Cringing, you realised that you’d perhaps been a little bit too loud and give her an apologetic wince.

“Sorry. I just...they’re not for us. They’re for Ciri! I found a recipe to make some treats for her so I thought I’d give it a go. Think I made enough for her?” Brow raising, you chuckle while gesturing to the ridiculous amount. Perhaps you’d bought a little too many ingredients and gotten just a little excited in it.

There’s no way you could feed Ciri all this before they went off. She’d end up getting sick, and you hated having to clean that up. Which meant you couldn’t because then Hoseok would have to clean it up and you know he’d whine and pout the whole time.

“I can take some back for Mandu?” Soyeon offers, referring to the cute golden labrador that Jungkook and her had adopted two months ago. They’d gotten her from a shelter as a puppy and Jungkook had been the one to pick her name, unsurprisingly choosing something food-related given mandu was Korean-style dumplings.

“Sure, I’ll make sure you can take some back for Eevee too,” Glancing to Chungha, you gesture over to the box on the other counter. “For us though, I did make us some triple chocolate cookies! Not entirely sure how many are left because Hoseok was being a locust.”

That gets a snort from them all as you separate the dog treats so that all three dogs will get an equal amount before washing your hands. Chungha puts the kit away and takes out two glasses from a cupboard before handing one over to Soyeon. The two take a glance inside the fridge before filling them up with fizzy lemonade.

As far as you knew, that was just what Hoseok liked to drink with one of his alcohols. It made it more like a soft drink or something.

Grabbing the box of cookies, you head into the living room and sit on the couch with a leg curled up beneath you. Your best friends follow and sit as well, looking over at the television where Netflix has been paused in the show you’d been watching. One of what was considered to be your worst traits was that you took far too long to watch the ‘popular’ shows, which is why you’d finally started watching Breaking Bad way too late.

Hoseok had been bugging you to try and watch it for years now but you’d just never been interested.

“Ooh, you’re getting to a good bit.” Chungha comments, reaching forward to grab one of the cookies out of the box and munching on it. A soft noise of happiness leaves her as she chews, her butt wiggling as the flavours melt on her tongue.

“Shh, I already have to put up with Hoseok doing that. I don’t need you doing it too,” Pursing your lip into a pout, you cross your legs and grab the sleeping Pikachu cushion from your side before hugging it. “I’m going, to be honest with you as well, I don’t really like this. I don’t get the hype.”

As expected, both of them look at you with shocked faces that make you want to laugh. You don’t know what it is about going against the grain but the reactions you got never ceased to amaze you.

“Are you kidding? Breaking Bad is like...television perfection! The character arcs are just...urgh, exquisite.” Brow raising, you watch as Chungha continues to wax poetic about the show while Soyeon nods along and interjects now and again in support.

“Well, I think it’s pretty boring. And I don’t like Walter. He’s an asshole.” More shocked looks cause you to reach out and take the PS4 controller, exiting the show and moving on to look through the large list of shows and films Netflix had on offer. Without any input from either of them, you settle on The Umbrella Academy.

You’d already watched both seasons but it was something easy to have on in the background while you all probably talked instead. 

“How’s wedding planning?” The question comes from Soyeon, who lets her head drop onto the back of the couch. Kasumi is laid out next to her, probably purring contentedly as her soft fur is stroked and she gets all the scratches and love. Ciri is currently curled up between Chungha and you, her tail hitting your thigh gently.

“Good, good. We’ve chosen a date and booked the venue so...we’re going to get the invites done as soon as we can. Before we get onto picking stuff for the actual ceremony and all that, we’re going to book the honeymoon. Priorities, you know. I think we’re leaning towards Argentina for two weeks at the minute but that might change.” You were adamant on exploring the world with Hoseok and Argentina would be your first foray into South America.

Which wasn’t much really considering you’d only ever visited Italy and Thailand so far. But still, when the opportunity arose then you would grasp it firmly.

Chungha finishes off her cookie before brushing at her mouth delicately, “Have you bought one of those wedding planner’s? Where it lists out all the stuff for you to plan and add in ideas and stuff?”

Nodding, you smile at her before gesturing over to the bookcase to the right. Alongside the books, video games, figurines and plushies that had accumulated over time was the binder that you’d purchased only days after getting engaged. Part of you was still trying to get your head around the fact that you no longer had a boyfriend but a fiancé. 

And in a couple of months then you’d have a husband. It was odd to think about.

“Ah, it’s all exciting to think about.”

“It is, but I don’t have much more to tell you at the minute, to be honest. We haven’t decided much more apart from that and I haven’t looked into anything else. I’m trying not to overwhelm myself, you know? Go slow.” That gets them both nodding in acknowledgement before they look around.

“Where’s Hoseok gone today?”

“Oh, he’s gone to a concert with Taehyung and Yoongi. Some...weird prog-rock band or something. He’s been playing some of the songs lately and they sound odd but he’s into it so,” You shrug with a wry twist to your lips, causing them to snort. “I doubt he’ll be home before midnight, to be honest, so...we have the house to ourselves, ladies!”

“I mean...I’m pretty sure the most exciting thing we’re going to do is just eat food or something. Which is probably all we ever do when we’re together. You guys are not good for my waistline.” Soyeon groans, patting her flat stomach and you give her a droll stare.

“Really?”

“Yeah?” Chungha backs you up and you can’t help but laugh in amusement, giving her an equally amused stare. She’s just as skinny as Soyeon is but you can’t bring yourself to argue with either of them. Everyone has their issues going on after all.

That thought makes you frown and you reach out to Soyeon, clasping her hand tightly as you watch her with concern. Your sudden change in demeanour causes her brow to lower, gaze skittering away from yours given how intense it was.

“You’re okay, right? There’s nothing wrong or anything you’d wanna talk about?” The sincerity in your voice makes her smile softly, her free hand coming to rest against your own and squeezing it gently.

“I’m okay, I promise. It was just a joke, honestly.” Twisting your lips slightly, you stare deeply into her eyes before nodding slowly in acceptance. After spending so long hating yourself, you didn’t want to let your friends feel even an iota of the self-hatred you had. Especially when they were so pretty anyway.

“So err...while we’re still talking about moderately serious stuff, I have something to ask both of you. I mean...well it’s kinda weird that I’m asking you both but I figure I should ask you to get your permission before asking them.” Chungha is babbling and you tilt your head in question, brow creasing as you wonder what on earth she’s trying to get at. She seems nervous given the way her fingers play with themselves and her eyes skitter away from your direction.

“Dahyun was supposed to be here, you know that, but she’s ended up having to go see her grandparents as her grandma is sick right now. Otherwise, she’d be here too. So...we’ve decided that we want a kid. And we’re looking to adopt, we’ve put our names down and everything but it takes a while to even get approved for that. But we also would like to have a baby as well. Like...one of ours. I know Dahyun, in particular, is quite eager to get to experience pregnancy because she’d always dreamed of having a baby but as you can guess, being lesbians we don’t have the option of getting pregnant so easily.” Now your eyebrows have lifted high, probably almost to your hairline as you listen to Chungha’s nervous words.

It doesn’t surprise you that they’re wanting to have kids now. They’ve been together for a while as well, and you know that they’ve been considering whether or not to get married. For the moment though, they’d just registered themselves in a civil partnership, unsure whether they wanted to go through the whole wedding thing just yet. Though you did not doubt that they would eventually go for it.

Kids were the next logical choice for them, and you felt excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of Chungha being a mommy. Even if you didn’t like kids, it didn’t mean that you weren’t excited for your friends when they wanted to have them.

You could imagine that it was a bit more stressful for Chungha and Dahyun as a lesbian couple, as compared to a heterosexual couple. The more you thought about that actually, the more unfair it seemed. People were getting pregnant all the time by accident, but your best friend had to go through so much effort to get the same result.

“So, we’ve looked into IVF and all that stuff. There’s not just IVF, there are other methods too. But if we’re spending money on it then we’d rather have the best chance of success, you know? I’m not explaining it very well but I’m not a scientist either, we’ve researched it a lot and had a preliminary appointment either way. I just...have something potentially awkward to ask.” She pauses at that, her face twisting into a picture of nerves and hesitation.

A glance at Soyeon has you catching eye contact, but neither of you says anything and decide to let Chungha go at her own pace. You have an idea as to where she’s going with this, but you feel that she should at least be allowed to get there on her own.

“So, we can use sperm from a sperm bank, right? It’s all checked over and vetted, but it’s really expensive. And I know that sounds rich considering we’re wanting to have a baby and the last thing they are is cheap, but we’re trying to look at all our options for the moment. What I’m trying to ask in a long-winded way is would either of you be okay if we asked Hoseok or Jungkook to maybe donate? I know it sounds awkward given we know them and you’re both dating them but they can get everything tested and I’d feel a little easier if we knew the sperm donor, you know?” A grimace takes over her mouth, causing you to frown as you reach out and squeeze her leg in reassurance.

“Hey, there’s no need to apologise. I think we’ve all been friends for long enough that something like this can be discussed without ridicule or negative emotions, right?” Looking to Soyeon, you feel relief as she smiles and nods in agreement. “I’m excited for you to start a family! You know I’m not one for kids so I can’t say I understand the whole process you’re going through but I can assure you that I’ll support you and Dahyun the whole way. In terms of a donation...well it’s up to you, Soyeon, and Jungkook. Hoseok literally can’t.”

Glancing between them both, you make a scissors gesture and watch in amusement as both their eyebrows rise in realisation. It wasn’t something you’d discussed with them before, even if Hoseok had been fine about it, mainly because you’d felt Hoseok’s health and your sex life weren’t things to casually talk about. But you felt it important at this moment to make sure Chungha knew that you weren’t being callous.

“Oh? That makes sense though, you’ve never wanted kids and it doesn’t surprise me that Hoseok doesn’t want them either then. So that leaves Jungkook, huh?” Soyeon chuckles, leaning back against the couch and stroking at Kasumi’s ears gently. You wonder what she’ll say, given it’d mean her best friend having Jungkook’s baby before she does. 

Some women wouldn’t be on board with that, and you suppose it’s a sign of how much Chungha loves and trusts you both that she’s querying you both with this. On the other hand, you have complete confidence that if you both turned her down then she wouldn’t be offended and they would instead use a sperm bank as she’d said.

Chungha turns more to Soyeon, playing with her hands as her nerves ramp up. It must be affecting Ciri because the dog sits up, tilting her head and staring almost in concern at your friend. Smiling, you scoop Ciri into your lap and scratch behind her ears until her back leg is going.

“You can say no, I won’t be offended. Nor would Dahyun, if she could be here. We don’t expect anything. I just wanted to ask you both first because I felt it’d be rude of me to just go to him instead of querying with you two. You’re my best friends and they are your boyfriends after all. Also, Jungkook can definitely say no too. Once again, we don’t expect him to agree if he’s not comfortable with it. I just...wanted to ask, you know? We kinda considered all of Hoseok’s friends because neither of us has many male friends and we’d love to be able to have a better idea of the donor’s personality, a more detailed medical history and everything. Plus, with us having to do everything medically then it helps to make it a little more ‘normal’ for us. He doesn’t have to be involved in the baby’s life if he doesn’t want to be, otherwise, I’d just like for him to be known as an uncle. In the future, we’d tell them who their sperm donor was if Jungkook was okay with it and they wanted to know.” You find yourself nodding, appreciating the fact that Chungha and Dahyun have thought this through.

While Soyeon might agree to let them ask Jungkook, there was every chance that Jungkook might not want to agree anyway. Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of another woman having his baby, even if he won’t have any rights to it. Some people didn’t like things like that. Or maybe he just didn’t want to, for whatever reason.

The fact that she was making it clear that Jungkook and Soyeon were both allowed, even encouraged, to say no if they felt uncomfortable at any moment settled you. You didn’t want to think that your friends were being forced or coerced into something just because they felt that they had to do it.

“Would it be cheaper though? I mean, I’m assuming they’d have to do tests and stuff to make sure he’s not got any diseases or genetic things that they ideally don’t want to pass on? Doesn’t that cost a lot?” Chungha sighs and nods, her lips turning down slightly.

“We would, but the difference is that I doubt we’d have to do those tests often. So if he agreed then we’d have the tests done but then after that, we don’t pay anything else. The sperm bank that was recommended to us is $1000 for just one vial of sperm. So if that doesn’t work then we have to pay out again. And I’m not saying we wouldn’t pay Jungkook, we’re both willing to offer but the idea of being stung for that much for a tiny vial is painful.” The price makes your eyes bulge while Soyeon’s jaw drops.

“Holy shit! A thousand dollars for something he just washes away? Fucking hell, he’s wasting thousands every time he jacks off. Oh my god, that must be the most expensive thing I’ve ever had in my mouth then.” Snorting, you bite your lip in amusement as you consider how many times Hoseok had ejaculated with you. Though you doubted the man was getting anywhere near a thousand dollars, it was still mind-boggling to know that the price tag on a cumshot.

“It’s ridiculous, right? I mean, okay it’s not really because obviously, they have to do all those tests and stuff. But still! You can understand why we were shocked. Either way, if you or Jungkook says no then we’re going to go that way. I want you to know that we’re not laying all our eggs in one basket. No pun intended there.” That makes all of you chuckle, the mood lightening up as you do so.

Reaching forward to the box you’d placed on the coffee table, you grab another cookie before handing more out to the two of them. Each takes one with a grateful smile before biting into it.

“I’m okay with it. I’m not sure whether I want kids or not and I think we’re just taking it as an ‘if it happens then it happens’ approach. So, to me, I’m not bothered if Jungkook says yes. Plus, you’re my best friend and I’d much rather you have a baby where you know the dad and can get more information from him. And oh my god, Jungkook would make such good babies. They’d be adorable and he has the sweetest personality!” Soyeon squeals, shaking the cookie around in excitement as she imagines his metaphorical children.

For a moment, you imagine it as well and can’t help but smile. You certainly hoped that his babies would all get his big, emotive eyes alongside his endearing personality. Before you can comment on it though, Soyeon continues.

“I will make it clear though, that he doesn’t have to say yes. He might not be comfortable with the idea of having someone he knows having his kid. Or he might not like the idea of not being involved in their lives in a father kind of way. On the other hand, he might turn around and say that he isn’t bothered at all and will give you as much as you want. But I want it to be up to him. Thankfully, I’m not a hugely possessive person so I’m not bothered by the idea of his kids with someone else.”

Watching Chungha’s face carefully, you can’t help but smile at the palpable relief that spreads over it upon Soyeon’s words. That smile vanishes though when you see her eyes glisten, the unshed tears forming fast and causing you to gently put Ciri onto the floor before you’re scooting over to her. Wrapping your arms around her, you make reassuring noises.

You’re not one to get emotional, nor can you handle other people’s emotions, but your best friends are different. They’ve been in your life for long enough by now that you feel the urge to care for them, to listen to their worries and soothe their fears. Seeing Chungha, who is normally so strong, starting to cry at Soyeon’s words makes your stomach hurt.

“Hey, hey!” Soyeon gushes, rushing over to the other side of Chungha until you’re all in some kind of weird cuddle fest. It just makes Chungha let out a laughing sob, the sound thick as the tears slowly start to fall.

“I’m sorry. I just didn’t know if I was doing the right thing asking you both this. I know it’s something so big and important. You might have told me to fuck off and got angry with me at even thinking of it and I was so scared that you’d be annoyed by it. I mean, how many other people are going to ask their friends if they can have some of their boyfriends’ sperm to knock up their partner?” Wiping at her tears, you tut softly as you try to erase the eyeliner and mascara that’s begun to smear as well.

“I mean, it is a slightly odd ask. I think we can both agree with that,” Soyeon nods in agreement, running her fingers through Chungha’s hair. “But we’re your best friends. You didn’t demand this from us, you gave us a choice and made it clear we can deny it. I’ll be honest, if Hoseok hadn’t got the snip then I would’ve said no. I’m not personally comfortable with the idea of someone else having his baby. But I know that you would have accepted that choice and not tried to push me. Same as you’ll accept whatever decision Jungkook makes.”

“Yeah, she’s right. We love you, and we know you love us which is why you felt you could ask this of us. I’m more than happy to help my best friend start her family and I know that Dahyun has made you happier than anyone else has over the years. If everything works out then I’m going to be the coolest aunt ever.” Grinning brightly, Soyeon manages to succeed in making Chungha laugh softly.

Getting up, you rush off to the bathroom before coming back and handing her some tissue and make-up remover wipes to clean up her face. A brief smile of gratitude is given to you before she proceeds to scrub at her face.

“You’ll both be great auntie’s. Even if you’re not going to be hugely into the whole thing.” She’s looking at you then, wry amusement in her eyes as her lips twist slightly. Feeling heat spread in embarrassment at her words, you shrug and murmur an apology.

“Don’t worry, we won’t push anything on you. That is, even if it manages to happen. Who knows, maybe we’ll get approved for adoption super quick and we go through that first instead? I have no idea what’s going to happen.” At that moment, Ciri decides to make her presence annoy with a shrill yap.

Looking down at the floor, you chuckle at the sight of her annoyed face that she got pushed off the couch. Reaching out, she jumps up and wiggles herself so that she’s half on Chungha and half on you.

“Okay, I think we’ve had enough emotional and in-depth talks for today. Or at least, for this hour. How about we put on YouTube and just start watching animals being funny? Cheer us all up.” Reaching out for the controller, you exit Netflix as Soyeon nods.

The conversation isn’t quite over, you can tell that much, but you know that for now it’s just being put onto the back burner. You don’t have much more participation you can give the whole thing given you’re not being involved in it, but you’re sure that Chungha and Soyeon will talk everything out much more in-depth before Soyeon asks Jungkook.

It’s an important topic but given Chungha’s emotional nature right now, you don’t want to push it any further just yet. Instead, you figure it’s time to lighten the mood a little before any more serious talk can be had.

“Find one of those TikTok compilations, they’re so funny.” This comes from Soyeon as she points at the screen.

“What? No way, you have to watch like 20 TikTok’s to find one funny one. Vine was so much better.”

“Those are fighting words.”

[jimlingss]

Sugar and Coffee [14]

Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 14.5 OR Chapter 15

➜ Words: 4.7k

➜ Genres: 99.5% Fluff, 0.5% Angst, Pâtisserie school!AU

➜ Summary: It isn't hard to be a pâtisserie chef, but it's not a piece of cake either. It seems like for you in particular, life keeps throwing in one wrench after another. It always finds ways to make your sweets bitter. The cherry on top is Jeon Jungkook — a rival with a sensitive sweet tooth who always finds ways to complain about you.

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“After we’ve rolled our gum paste and cut it, we want to pinch the ends while tucking and rolling all the edges to thin it out and distort the shape. Peonies aren’t perfect after all.”   You follow closely after her, taking the ball tool to make press it into the sugar petal and roughening the ridges. Sejeong continues to explain, “It’s a back and forth motion. Just trace the edge. Like that. When you’re happy with it, just add it to the covered center. Slide it up, like so, and then fold them up and make it tight. Overlap them and there we go! We have our bud. Repeat it for the other layers and watch that alignment. When it’s dry, you can colour it with petal dust.”    When the older woman finally looks over, she’s stunned. “That’s lovely, Y/N!”   “Really?” You turn your head up, eyes burning after concentrating so hard while trying to follow along.    “Yes, you’re a very fast learner. I thought I would have to show you at least a few more times, but it looks like you’re on the right track. See? Isn’t this a lot more fun than just piping flowers?”   “It’s more realistic.” You smile. “Thanks for showing me.”   “It’s not a problem. I’ll be right back, so keep on going.” She pats your shoulder and leaves for the front where her husband should be, probably in consultation with a couple.   You continue, folding the petals up so the flower looks like it’s blooming. But then your focus is shattered by a frustrated grunt from across the island.   “How are you doing this?” Jungkook’s eyes bore holes into the flowers you’ve completed.    You grin at him and stick it into the styrofoam. Brushing your hands off, you walk over to see his attempt of a flower. It appears more like a squashed bug. “Are you adding the glue? Your petals are too thin, Jungkook. That’s why they’re breaking apart. Not too thin, but not too thick. Here, watch.” You demonstrate despite how Sejeong already helped him individually for the past half hour. You take another rolled piece of sugar paste, cut the pattern out and pinch lightly. “See? Try it.”   You hand it off and watch diligently over his shoulder as he uses the ball tool. “Like this?”   “You can put a bit more pressure than that.” Your hand gingerly wraps around his wrist, guiding his motion.   Jungkook’s eyes flicker to you in the meanwhile, staring. He’s noticed it for a while now — it’s hard not to when his eyes constantly stray to you. But it’s clear you’re falling in love with making wedding cakes. That you’ve found a passion within this industry. It makes him glad to see you like this.   It's hard though. Since it makes you that much more attractive.   “Jungkook?”   He puts down the tool and knocks his head back with a long, loud sigh. “Ugh. I can’t do it.”   “Psh. Quit whining, baby. You can do it.”   Jungkook looks at you, suddenly quiet.    He leans in, doe eyes searching your expression. There might be something on your face, but he doesn’t say anything. You start to lean back when he gets too close yet the boy hovers over you, an inch away. You can feel his breath on your skin as the heat rises onto your cheeks.    Jungkook’s lips part. “Can’t you do it for me?”   You snort, pushing him away with a hand on his chest. “Yeah, right. You wish. You’re never going to learn how to do it if I do it for you.”   Jungkook sulks as you return to your station. “I’m not even a fan of flowers. They always die.”   “Well lucky for you, these don’t die or wilt. We just eat them,” you chirp mischievously before barking, “Hurry up, we have to learn how to use royal icing and pipe lace!”   Jungkook scoffs lightly and tries to continue.   Even if he’s a complete amateur, it’s cute to see him so concentrated.   The daily routine has fallen into place. The pair of you have learned what you need to do and it’s easy to fall into a rhythm when it’s a consistent cycle of consultations and wedding cake making, practicing techniques and cleaning. And it’s not just you two who are in and out of the kitchen. Yuna comes often to help out every other day, usually flanking Jungkook’s side much to his dismay or being amazed at your piping and sugar decorating.   “How’d you do that?” She looks at you inquisitively.   “How’d I do what?”   “Make those flowers,” Yuna asks, mesmerized at your piping. “Mine looks so…”   “Here.” You smile softly to the younger girl. “I’ll help you. When you squeeze the cream out of the bag….”   You enjoy the work — it’s fulfilling to see satisfied couples on their beautiful day enjoying a slice of what you’ve created. The cakes are breathtaking when they’re complete too and you can’t believe that you’ve actually done it. That you played a big part in making a day they’ll remember forever.   Jungkook seems to like it as well — maybe not as much as you, but at least when he has some time with Namjoon and the two of them work on chocolate. They always discuss things you don’t understand and often turn the kitchen’s temperature all the way down to keep the chocolate from melting. It always makes the rest of you run away to seek warmth.   “Have you ever tried sculpting chocolate, son? Made any chocolate showpieces?”   “I tried to make a building once but it didn’t really end up working out.”   “It collapsed on you?”   “It ended up being a mess.”   “Ah, I know how that feels. The first sculpture I ever tried was a phoenix and it was a disaster. But don’t worry. You’re in good hands now.” Namjoon laughs heartily. “You’re talking to the master of masters here, self-proclaimed, of course.”   Jungkook grins and when asked what he would like to make first, his thoughts automatically stray to you. He hears your muffled voice filter from the front entrance, laughing with Sejeong. “Is it….possible to make flowers? Like a bouquet and a vase or something?”   “Yes, great idea actually! It’s simple enough to build the rest of our foundation on.” They start to pull out bowls and saucepans. “Chocolate sculptures basically break down into three types….”   You’re glad to be here, even when there were so many rumours that wedding cake internships were the hardest. Somehow, you always feel satisfied at the end of the day. Especially with Jungkook by your side.

“Well, you should congratulate them afterwards”   “Why? Just do it after you ask for their names.”   “But then you have to do it afterwards anyway and that gets repetitive.”   “It’s not repetition to congratulate them on their engagement,” you argue. “It’s called good customer service.”   Jungkook scoffs. “I bet they’re tired of hearing it all the time. It’s just unnecessary, and what happens if they’re not happy about it?”   Your brow cocks. “They’re not happy to be getting married?”   “You never know the situation of these couples.” The little shit shrugs, simply playing devil’s advocate to fuel the banter and relish in how easy it is to make you argumentative. “Maybe it’s a marriage of convenience or an arranged marriage or they’re doing it to get a visa.”   “I highly doubt that, Jeon.”   “I’m just saying it’s not impossible, so it’s better to be safe than sorry.”   “And only congratulate them once?”   “Exactly.”   “You’re fun at parties.”   His arm wraps around your waist and he flashes the biggest smile. “The funnest.”   Before you can utter a single word, the bell at the front rings and Jungkook’s warmth is gone from an instant. He takes a step to the side like he never showed you physical affection in the first place. “Welcome to Kim’s Wedding Catering Company. Do you have an appointment?”   The woman, with long blonde hair draped down her backside, pushes her sunglasses up her head. She tugs her expensive pea coat that’s keeping her warm over her dress and leggings. She looks familiar somehow, but you can’t quite pinpoint what it is.   “Yes, I do.”   “Congratulations on your engagement!” you quickly interject, much to Jungkook’s dismay. You grin at him and he has to repress his smile, simply shaking his head to show his disapproval.   The woman smiles. “Thank you. My name should be under Kim Chungha.”   Jungkook flips open the book, but your brows furrow. Your brain searches. You’ve heard that name somewhere before.   Wait a minute…   “There she is!” Sejeong emerges from her office with a wide grin. She opens the gate to waltz to the woman and engulf her in an embrace. “I almost thought you weren’t coming!”   “Sorry, I was running late.”   Jungkook leans over to you. “Who is she?”   “It’s Sejeong’s sister,” you say and he nods, enlightened.   “These were the two interns I was telling you about, Y/N and Jungkook. Y/N and Jungkook, this is my dearest, younger sister, Chungha.”   “Nice to meet you.” She comes over to shake your hand and Jungkook’s. Chungha turns to her sister, expression endeared. “They’re so cute.”   “Yeah, the young ones always are. Full of that hard-working spirit,” she muses. “How long are you staying here for?”   Chungha glances at her wrist watch. “I have twenty minutes give or take.”   “Perfect. I’ll let these two give you a cake tasting and then you can be on your way.”   “Are you sure you don’t want me to look at the design or anything?” Chungha asks, voice moving up a few pitches. “You don’t want me to decide the tiers or look or the flowers or the decorations? I read online that the cake should match the theme of the wedding.”   “Aren’t you stressed enough with all your other wedding arrangements? At least let one thing at your wedding be a surprise.” Sejeong scoffs, hands placed on her hips. “If you can’t even trust Namjoon and I, then who can you trust?”   “Alright, alright.” Chungha concedes and Sejeong allows the pair of you to take over, not wanting to influence her sister’s opinion too much. She leaves and you follow the usual protocol, taking out the decorated slices of cake on the long plate for her to try.    “How long have you guys worked here for?” she asks as she tastes the first one.   “For several weeks now.” You quirk your head to the side. “Two? Three?”   “I think three,” Jungkook agrees.   “I know they were pretty swamped ever since Soohyun went on maternity leave, so I’m glad that they have two more sets of hands here helping out. But do you guys enjoy working here?” The older woman’s eyes are curious. “You can be honest, it’s okay. I won’t tell. I know my sister can be tough.”   “I actually really like it. I don’t know about him.” You laugh while hitching a thumb to the person beside you, throwing Jungkook under the bus completely.    He’s stunned and Chungha takes the opportunity you’ve set up to tease him too. “Ooh, so you’re the slacker, huh?”   “No. That’s not it,” he defends. “I just wouldn’t say I’m passionate about making sugar flowers and piping and stacking cakes.”   “Which is half the job,” you chime.   “I like the chocolate work and the people I work with,” Jungkook says with a cheeky smirk, outright staring at you.   Your face heats like a furnace and you divert your vision elsewhere, mustering a half-hearted scoff and retort.   Chungha notices the exchange and smiles to herself. She tries the next slice, and suddenly hums. “I really like this one. Is it chocolate?”   “It’s chocolate with ganache.”   “Well I guess, I finally found the one!”   Sejeong’s younger sister is pleasant. She’s kind compared to the many bridezillas you encounter on a daily basis that request a gluten free, vegan friendly, and dairy-free cake in the shape of a heart with a large, customized slice for Uncle Joe.   Chungha even compliments you both as great workers and leaves praise to both Namjoon and Sejeong that you appreciate. You find out that she’s getting married in three weeks — a destination wedding in French Polynesia right by the beach. Apparently the whole venue is ready and the last step was the cake that her own sister was going to make.    With the way she describes it, it sounds lovely. You wish you could come see it for yourself.   “We’re not taking any bookings since we’re going to have to close up shop for the wedding,” Namjoon mentions passingly.   “Oh, how long will you guys be gone for?”   “We’ll probably be gone for about a week,” Sejeong says. “We need to get there at least three to four days before Chungha’s wedding to prepare the cake and then maybe two or three days afterwards just to enjoy ourselves. It’s not often we’re in a resort in French Polynesia.”   You exchange a discreet look with Jungkook. A week off doesn’t sound so bad. Kind of nice actually.   But then Namjoon exclaims—   “So you two better start packing!”   “What?” You whirl your head over.   Jungkook is a deer in headlights. “We’re coming?”   “Of course you two are coming.” Namjoon laughs exuberantly. “We’re going to need all the help we can get! The flight and room is counted as business expenses, so you guys don’t need to worry about anything. Think of it as a business trip slash vacation privilege that you get in this internship.”   “Weren’t you supposed to tell them about this on their first day?” Sejeong frowns, mouth dropping open. “Did you forget?”   “Was I?” Her husband chuckles tensely much to his wife’s exasperation.   “Can I come?!” Yuna interjects herself, standing on the tips of her toes, excited by the proposition. “School is done for me then!”   “This is Sejeong’s side of the family and I’m sure she already has all her guests already planned. It’s rude to crash someone’s wedding.” Namjoon lolls his head to the side, waiting to see how his niece will argue.   The young girl pouts. “Yeah, but Chungha knows me. Plus, I’m not just a guest. I’d be helping with the wedding cake.”   “Okay.” Namjoon seems to contemplate it and the girl is hopeful until he smiles, revealing the other trick he has up his sleeve. “But what about your summer school?”   “I…” Yuna opens her mouth and then closes it. “I can always skip or...catch up later.”   “I don’t think so, missy. Your dad’s going to have a word with me if you fail math again and then you wouldn’t be able to work here at all.”   The high schooler pouts, stamping her foot. “This sucks.”   “We’ll come back sooner than you expect,” Jungkook says and she looks up at him. The boy smiles gingerly like an older brother to a younger sister. “We’ll get you a souvenir.”   “Really?”   “Yeah, sure.”   That seems enough to placate her and Yuna hums underneath her breath as she continues on. It’s cute to see their interaction.    You and Jungkook buzzing with excitement too. You’ve never been to French Polynesia and traveling while working is a win-win. It couldn’t get better than this.   //   “What a coincidence — I may or may not have been shopping online late last night again and impulsively got myself a sun hat. Now I can put it to good use. I should probably buy a new dress or two or maybe sandals,” you sing-song.    Jungkook is amused at how you’re throwing all your money away practically in a fire pit — but you like to argue it’s money well spent. Better than him buying video games, anime figurines, and more IU merch.    “Should I get a bathing suit?”   “Be careful. You might just blind everyone on the beach.”   “Okay, fuck off, Jeon.”   “I’m just kidding.” He laughs cheekily and when he passes by you, he taps your nose lightly. You blink and Jungkook boyishly smiles. “You could go topless if you wanted and I wouldn’t mind. Trust me.”   “Gross.” Your expression blanches and he cackles, moving away. “I will if you wear a speedo.”   “Yeah and I might be the one to get arrested when my goods spill.”   Your eyes roll. “Not if we go to a nude beach.”   “Is that a proposition?” Jungkook’s irises sparkle in the light.   You flick flour towards him. “You wish.”   It’s another one of those late nights. The both of you are off work but are still willingly here. The shop is closed, Namjoon and Sejeong gone, but you’re still using their kitchen to practice what you’ve learnt. They’re happy to let you use their space as long as you keep it tidy and clean.   Some of Jungkook’s music is playing softly in the background and you’re tapping your foot to the rhythm. You’re working on a sugar rose that’s abundant in petals, dusting the tips with a light pink.   There’s a long silence as you concentrate, the jazzy melody keeping the kitchen from being solely white noise. And right when you’re about to finish, Jungkook’s arm slings over your shoulder.   He presses to your side and leans over to look. “Woah. Did you do that?”   “Who else would’ve, dumbass—” Giggles bubble out of your throat when he starts to tickle you. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean it! Jungkook!”   He lets up, but is still sulking. “Show me any more attitude and I’m going to hold you down for a tickle torture, brat.” You’re rendered speechless at his dominance, but he pays no mind, too busy looking at the sugar flower. “I was going to say that it’s amazing. It looks real, Y/N. Better than real actually.”   “Thanks.”   “How’d you get so good so fast?”   “I don’t know.” You can’t help being bashful. Jungkook’s stare is intense and you clear your throat obnoxiously, getting a grip. “Maybe cause I don’t suck.”   His brow twitches.   You jump out of the way before another tickle attack can ensue.   You laugh as he starts to chase after you. “Jungkook! We’re not supposed to run in the kitchen! It’s a safety hazard, don’t you remember bakery safety and sanitation?!”   “Then stop running, Y/N.” He’s on the other side of the island as you round a corner. Every direction you walk, he mirrors you.   “No, you first!”   “You started it.”   There’s no way you can win against his muscle pig-ness, so your eyes flicker to the door and with a breath held, you book it to the doorway. Unfortunately for you, Jungkook already detected your plan the minute your eyes strayed away from him. And with two strides, he has his arms around your waist.   He pulls you up in the air as you giggle and squeal.   “Caught you.” Jungkook grins. “I win.”   “Okay, okay!”   He puts you down in front of his station. There are metal sheet trays on the counter with something rather special on them. “Is this what you’ve been working on with Namjoon?”   “Not exactly.” Jungkook smiles. “We had some leftover strawberries that no one was using so I made my infamous chocolate-covered strawberry cupcakes.”   “They look too pretty to eat.” He did a good job with the piping. The frosting is a light colour of taffy, swirled on top with the chocolate strawberry. “This was what Taehyung was raving about, right?”   “Yep.” He picks one up, holding it in front of you. You’re about to take the cupcake from his hands, but he clicks his tongue in annoyance and retracts his arm. “Nuh-uh.”   You pout at him, but give in anyhow. Your hand wraps around his wrist so he can’t play any games and you allow him to feed you.   You bite into the cupcake and immediately, the moist chocolate is gooey in your mouth. The frost is overwhelming with the fresh taste of strawberry, the texture rather silky. Your eyes widen as you chew, the taste developing, and he watches your reaction with a pleased smile.   Jungkook takes the strawberry on top that’s dipped in dark chocolate and drizzled with white chocolate. He urges you to part your lips and you bite down. The chocolate is tempered, falling apart into pieces. But it melts on your palate. The flavour is sweet but the fruit is refreshing, chocolate smooth.    It’s an explosion. You almost cream your pants.   “Oh my god.” You swallow it reluctantly, wanting to keep the taste forever on your tongue. “Taehyung was right. I think I almost creamed my pants.”   His nose wrinkles. “All of you guys are so disgusting. But it’s good, right?”   “It’s fucking amazing. Jungkook, you could open up a business just selling these.”   You secure your hands on his shoulder, shaking him to his senses. You can’t believe that he’s never thought of this. That he’s never done anything with such an incredible recipe.   Jungkook laughs boyishly. You let go, looking at the tray that’s appearing more like a gold mine. “H-Holy shit!”   “If I had to make these all day, I think I would be bored to death.” He throws the rest of the cupcake into his own mouth, chewing in his cheek.   “Can you give me the recipe then?” Your eyes are glimmering. This is big. If he doesn’t want to make a profit from it, then you can.    This and Yoongi and Taehyung’s lemon meringue pie, you’ll be swimming in bills in no time.   Jungkook flicks your forehead and your fantasy shatters. “I don’t think so. I might like you, but not enough to sell my secrets.”   You pout at him, rubbing the spot he flicked that doesn’t even hurt that much. If he won’t give you the recipe, then you want to at least eat one more. “Can I have another one?”   “You can have all of them,” Jungkook says nonchalantly with a grin.   Your expression lights up like a lamp. “Really?”   “Yes, really. I made them for you.”   You wonder if you can reverse engineer this somehow and figure out the recipe. But knowing you, you’ll probably end up burning saucepans trying to get the chocolate right and knowing Jungkook, he most likely threw in a secret ingredient that no one would ever think of.   “I’ll pack them up for you.” He grabs a paper box. “If you eat all of them without having dinner first, you’ll have a stomach ache. Dessert’s always last for a reason.”   You watch him and it hits you in a delayed manner that Jungkook stayed late when he didn’t need to. He wasn’t working on anything. He just stayed to make these.   “Where do you want to eat?”   “How about Alberto’s?”   “Sure.”   Jungkook finishes packing and helps you clean up. He opts to wash the dishes and tells you to go sweep instead.    As the boy scrubs the plates and utensils, he sings along to the music and you listen quietly.   When all is done, the lights are turned off and the door to the shop is closed up and locked.   Your steps and his fall into a rhythm.   “Oh, you know that movie you wanted to watch? When Spring Meets Autumn? It’s playing tonight. We can go after dinner and I’ll pay since I have a two for one deal coupon anyway. The reviews aren’t great, but it shouldn’t be too bad.”   “What are you doing?” You suddenly stop in the middle of the empty sidewalk, underneath the street lamp that warmly illuminates both of your figures in the crisp, cool night of the city.   Jungkook halts with you. The light softly glows on his skin. He tilts his head to the side, doe eyes gazing into yours. “What do you mean?”   “I mean this. Us. What is this?” You gesture between your bodies, conflicted to no end as the realization sinks into you. “Going out to eat, going to the movies together…”   “We’ve done these things before.”   “Yeah, but it's...different.”   You can feel it. It’s not like two friends going to grab a bite together or going to the theater to purposely catch a bad movie and shit on it afterwards. There’s something there. You don’t know what it is or even how to explain why the dynamic between the two of you has shifted so drastically.   “How so?” Jungkook questions. Maybe he’s egging you on, trying to get you to utter a coherent response. There’s no way he doesn’t feel this too.   “Like….this.” You lift your bag that has the box full of chocolate-covered strawberry cupcakes. “Baking things for me. Staying with me after work. Waiting for me in the morning. Washing my dishes. Buying me lunch. Getting breakfast prepared. Putting your arm around me. Tapping my nose….just...things….like that.”   Slowly the corners of his mouth curl. Jungkook casually digs his hands in his hoodie pocket. “I’m courting you, Y/N.”   “What?”   You’re absolutely stunned.   “This is what people do when they like someone.” Jungkook keeps walking and when he realizes you aren’t following, he spins back around. “It isn’t complicated. I want to spend more time with you, so I am.”   Jungkook continues moving, and you snap back to reality. Your body is in motion, trying to catch up to his side. But you’re still dazed, not knowing what to say. But there’s no need for you to utter a word. The topic casually changes like he had been previously discussing the weather.   You feel unsettled, not sure what this means.    It’s almost been half a year since Seokjin broke up with you. You’re not sure if you’re ready.   And it scares you even more that Jungkook makes you want to be ready.

You’re feeling it frequently these days—   A panicked sensation brewing in the pit of your stomach.    As if you have an inkling of what’s to come and your intuition is preparing yourself. Like seconds before you spill milk, or a glass cup is about to hit the hard floor. Moments before catastrophe that the tickle in your tummy ignites. You can’t move or react quick enough, but your brain knows it’s going to happen either way.    You’re quite confident this discomfort is dread, a sense of foreboding. Either that or it’s the feeling is butterflies. Maybe it’s both.    You haven’t decided.   But you feel it most strongly when you look at Jeon Jungkook.    Him and that stupid, big nose of his and those sparkly eyes as if his mom inhaled a tube of glitter before he was born.    It’s just awful the way he doesn’t even notice. It’s awful when he scrunches those brows of his, when his eyes are darkened in concentration, and his pouted lips are downturned. It’s awful when he rolls sleeves up to his elbows and his veins are popping from his forearms. It’s awful when his fingers and knuckles are kneading into dough and he’s panting, out of breath and breaking a sweat. It’s awful when he’s focusing hard on his work and trying his best.   God. It’s just stressful looking at Jungkook. It’s distracting.   You try not to look at him. As if he were the sun and too blinding for you to face. But he’s always in your peripheral. He’s always the person you pick out first in a crowd. No matter what he does, you always seem to pick it up.    It’s appalling.   “Are you okay, Y/N?”   Sejeong’s question brings you back down to the ground, crashing the train of thoughts that should’ve been stopped long ago. “Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just spaced out a little.”    You stiffly laugh and she nods.   “All ready for the trip?”   “Yup! I’m all packed.”   “Good. I’m giving you a fair warning that it’s going to be hot, so dress appropriately. Wouldn’t want any of my interns getting heat strokes.”   You bob your head and quickly steal another glance into the kitchen area. “Hey, Sejeong. Do you know what Namjoon and Jungkook are working on?”   The older woman smiles, stealing a brief glimpse. “Last I heard, they were trying to make a bouquet of flowers.”   Flowers?    You thought Jungkook hated them.

[vanilladaises-rp]

Royal Update

💭⭑ › ࣪˖ ⌕ ! Felix ˖࣪ ¡! ۫ ♥︎.⭒ ۫ 𐑺ִ

“I am not drunk just let me kiss you!” he whines squishing your cheeks together before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips, the taste of his bitter proving he’d clearly been drinking. You knew it was a mistake letting him go to the tavern alone. Although he’s a lightweight, you wanted to try to give him a little bit of freedom since he’s always busy or with his court, but clearly seeing now that was not a very good idea.

“Huh? How many drinks have I had? Let’s see um” he thought counting his fingers up until he reached seven, he started to laugh “Um eight?” he giggled swaying in his seat reaching to finish his ninth but you firmly pushed it away, “Hey! That’s mine!” He pouted crossing his arms.

Felix continued to fight with you and refused to leave, he stumbled onto the dance floor with you wrapping your arms around his neck and his around your waist, “Dance with me” he mumbled with a smile, resting his head on your shoulder as your bodies began to move with the music.

Felix soon started grinding his lower half into you, lightly panting into your ear, “I need you” but you wouldn’t let his advances get any further. You somehow managed to lift him off the dance floor, placing him down once you got outside to help him walk. He kept whining letting his free hand roam your body, but soon you had him in the passenger seat driving him home, “Please help me” he continued to whine.

💭⭑ › ࣪˖ ⌕ ! Sunmi ˖࣪ ¡! ۫ ♥︎.⭒ ۫ 𐑺ִ

“Stop taking photos will you? I made this trip for us not your camera” Sunmi complained placing her hand in-front of the lense. It was your third day here in Maui and things couldn’t have been more perfect for you two. Sunmi was able to have some time off from the palace, thanks to her sister of course, which gave you the opportunity to full your travel buck list.

Although you were having a wonderful time together, there was something that seemed off with Sunmi every since you got here, she seemed more gloomy than usual and got lost in her thoughts a lot. You were concerned but didn’t want to push or force anything on her, “Let’s sit then shall we?” She smiled referring to the picnic that she had set up for you two. Sunmi sat by your side, feeding you strawberry’s and cheese occasionally having a sip of wine.

The sunset took your attention away from the food, you both become silent as you listened to the waves and take in scenery. Sunmi smiled brightly at you, thinking of how lucky she was to be here with the one she truly loved, she wished you could stay like this forever but knew it was too good to be true. Sunmi soon got lost in her thoughts again, frowning as she turned her gaze to the sand. You turned hoping to see her beautiful smile but instead felt your heart drop, “Hey love, is something the matter?”

Sunmi looked up at you with glossy eyes, “Yeah, just a bit emotional” she said looking back at the ocean and bringing her knees up to her chest, resting her arms on them. You begged her to not lie and open up a little so you could fix things, she sighed hesitating to tell you especially while on your trip, but figured she would eventually, “My parents want to visit” she finally spoke after moments of silence. You knew very little about her parents and knew it was a touchy subject for her, so it made complete sense as to why she was so off the last few days.

💭⭑ › ࣪˖ ⌕ ! Chungha ˖࣪ ¡! ۫ ♥︎.⭒ ۫ 𐑺ִ

“Are you sure about this?” Chungha asked you nervously as you both walked to the seamstress waiting for you to in the main dressing room. The kingdom was about to host the most famous Gala of the season and it was Chungha’s first time attending all grown up. Thousands of people from every known kingdom showed up to this event, which made Chungha’s stomach tie into knots. You assured her everything was okay and that she would look wonderful in her new dress.

Chungha nodded and enter the room with you, she smiled and bowed to the seamstress and her assistants as they had all her accessories, shoes and crowns laid out for the dress, “Thank you all so much for your help, let’s try the dress on shall we?” She smiled, even though she felt like puking. You sat waiting for her as they went behind the divider with her to help. Once they had the dress on along with the underskirts, they started determining which accessories would match the look, along with hair and makeup.

Once it was all put together, she nervously fiddled with her fingers stepping forward from behind the divider to reveal the whole look. She stood in front of the full length mirror beside you, examining all aspects of herself silently for a few moments, “H-How do I look?” She asked a bit nervous with a small smile, turning to see your reaction. Chungha noticed how shocked you were, which worried her that maybe it was too much or she looked funny.

“I look ridiculous” she sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor as she started to fiddle her fingers, turning before to could speak. Chungha bit her lip as she started to choke on her tears, she knew it was too soon for her to host this event.

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[seihun]

can i be your boyfriend? — a bbh social media au

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ϟ pairings: byun baekhyun + oc:reader

ϟ word count: not too long, hopefully, because this is supposed to be a social media au (2.6k)

ϟ notes: hello! look at me, writing things out on this fake text blog, and updating before midnight. i don’t usually do this, but somethings are better said in incoherent paragraphs than in screenshots, plus it’s hard to convey the in-between steps of a relationship through just texts, so i hope you enjoy this insight into their budding relationship 🤗 more notes at the end!!

MONDAY.

“How exactly is it that you started working at Buzzfeed?” you question, reaching over a pillow to dip your bread in olive oil.

Baekhyun watches with amusement as you whine audibly when some runny oil drips from the bread onto your jeans. The indoor picnic he’d set up is pretty damn great if he does say so himself—blankets, pillows, and enough Italian food to feed a small army; and you, of course.

It’s another one of his many, many dates with you—or at least, he’s pretty certain they’ve been dates. Hearing you confirm that you like him was definitely a confidence booster, and reassuring, to say the least, but if Baekhyun’s being completely honest, he’s not sure where to go from here.

He likes you, he knows that much. He likes you a lot; a lot, a lot—(“You’re halfway in love with her, call it what it is,” Minseok said, before getting his ear pinched by Maize)—and he definitely loves spending time with you, and if you asked him, he’d say you’re dating casually, but would you agree?

It’s not like he would know, this is his first serious sort-of-relationship, after all. Baekhyun was never exactly the most suave kid back in high school; more clumsy and awkward than anything with anyone who wasn’t Kyungsoo. He’s not a complete novice; he’s been on dates, gone out, even had a few one night stands in his freshman year, but nothing close to this—whatever it is he has with you—so sue him for basically winging everything for these past two months.

“Honestly,” he recounts, “I did what you did. I complained publicly about one of their posts, and someone DMed, and eventually offered me a job, and here I am.”

“Wait, that’s not fair!” you whine, “Nobody wanted to pay me for my complaint tweets!”

“Well you should have tagged the VP of the company, not me.”

Baekhyun laughs while you pout, toothy smile diminishes into a closed lip one, as his eyes glaze over and flutter between your eyes and your lips. He finds himself leaning in after you, a nervous kind of excitement taking over him as you grow closer. And it’s just barely after his lips have grazed yours that you’re both interrupted by the buzzing and ringing of a cellphone.

You seem to know that it’s your phone, if the crinkling of your eyebrows and embarrassed exhale are anything to go by. Baekhyun simply chuckles, gently presses his index finger to the tip of your nose, and pulls away with a smile.

He watches you fetch your phone, and reluctantly answer the call—which, appears to be a FaceTime judging by the noise and the distance with which you hold your phone from your face.

“Chanyeol, if you’re trying to let Sehun win best friend of the year, you’re succeeding,” are your first words, and Baekhyun can’t help the audible laughter that leaves his mouth.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by you, or Chanyeol. “Who’s laughing, are you—is it the Buzzfeed boy? Oh, is this is a date? Baekhyun are you listening! Hello! My name’s Chanyeol, and I’m—”

“I’m going to hang up on you, what do you want!” you hiss.

Baekhyun finds himself smiling throughout the rest of your conversation. He likes that you’re comfortable enough to answer Chanyeol in front of him; he thinks that if Maize or Kyungsoo or Minseok called him, he’d pick it up in front of too. He’s not too sure about Junmyeon, though, he’s more likely to embarrass him.

Baekhyun hopes he can stick around long enough to meet the rest of your friends—from what you’ve told him about them, they sound like just the kind of people he likes having around. And after hearing how long you’ve been friends with them, namely Sehun, he finds himself even more understanding of your dynamics.

Not many people get just how deep a friendship can run, so when he tells people he’s known Kyungsoo for as long as Kyungsoo’s been alive, their reactions are surface level at best. But you get it, because Sehun is your Kyungsoo; or, rather, you’re Sehun’s Kyungsoo. Baekhyun shakes his head at the thought—the point is, you’re both similar in that respect, and he likes it. He likes you.

“Anyway,” he tunes back into to hear Chanyeol sighing, “I just wanted to let you know I burned the bear, so our apartment smells like smoke, which makes Sehun and I homeless for the evening, so we’re at your place, please bring dinner.”

“What do you mean you burned it! Chan—”

“You know, as in we lit it on fire. Sehun also wanted to throw it off the roof, but Chungha stopped him, so we just did it our living room, and now she’s being a meanie and saying she can’t help refuge us because she has a ‘group project’ meeting at her place in an hour, which I think is a lie. Baekhyun, if you’re still listening, I want you to know that I’m not a pyromaniac—”

“—Debatable—”

“I’m not. Anyways, bring food when you’re done flirting, Sehun and I are hungry, and Chungs is leaving us foodless, as per usual.”

“Then buy food.”

“Do I look rich to you?”

“Yes, actually—”

“Hyung—oh, hey, is that _____?” Sehun’s voice asks, “Hey, Chanyeol finished the gummy worms, can you—”

“I’m hanging up!”

Baekhyun watches with light in his eyes as you hurriedly end the call, then sheepishly turn back to him. “I am… so sorry they’re like this,” you apologize, putting your phone back face down on the blanket and composing yourself.

Baekhyun shakes his head, “Don’t worry, my friends are much worse.”

“Your friends are smart,” you reason, “And quiet, and don’t break into my apartment at their earliest convenience.”

“Actually, Junmyeon has done that last one,” Baekhyun hums, scooting a bit closer to you, “Except, it wasn’t my apartment, he broke into Minseok’s. Let’s just say it didn’t end well for him.”

Baekhyun thinks the embarrassing anectode was worthwhile to hear you laugh, even if it was at Junmyeon’s expense. It’s fine, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“So, does Chanyeol normally light things on fire or was this a one time thing?”

“You’d be surprised by the amount of things he’s accidentally set on fire since I’ve known him, actually,” you laugh, “But no—well, you know the bear I told you about? The one, um, Jongin gave to me when I saw him on Sunday?”

Baekhyun nods. Of course.

“Well, I also told my idiot friends about it, and that’s what Chanyeol burned,” you tell him. Baekhyun bites his bottom lip, trying not to laugh, but the temptation is written all over his face—or, evidently, so, as you chime in with, “It’s okay, you can laugh.”

Thank god, because Baekhyun wasn’t sure he could keep a straight face (or hide his blatant happiness). He decides right there that he likes Chanyeol. You have good friends.

Admittedly, after hearing you tell him about your history with Jongin as both a friend and a boyfriend, Baekhyun can’t say that he’s exactly fond of the guy. Junmyeon tells him to never judge a book by its cover, but seeing as you gave him the summary, he thinks he can fairly conclude that Jongin isn’t… the best person in the world. And the way he treated you and your friends is enough to make Baekhyun weary about him as a person.

Still, Baekhyun doesn’t judge you for talking to him. He’s not exactly jealous; he’s confident in your feelings for him and his for you, and above all, he trusts that you’re being honest with him. Quite frankly, Baekhyun doesn’t consider your ex boyfriend to be a threat.

Baekhyun knows you clearly just want to be a good friend, or at the very least, a good person to Jongin; and after knowing him for almost a decade—even if things got a bit bumpy—Baekhyun thinks you’re more than justified in that. You clearly see something in Jongin that you think can be helped, and Baekhyun trusts your judgement; you did pick him, too, after all.

Does he like that Jongin gives you gifts, and is very clearly still into you even tho you can’t see it, and don’t want any part in it? No, not exactly. But, on the bright side, Baekhyun’s the one that has your attention, and that counts for more than something.

(Not to mention you have a couple of guys who are both rooting for him and willing to beat up your ex at moments notice, so, he’d say he’s in a pretty good boat).

The only thing Jongin has ever had that Baekhyun wants is the opportunity to call you his. But he thinks he’s getting there. Hopefully. Is it weird to ask the ex of the girl you’re interested in how he got her to be his girlfriend in the first place? Do you even want to be his girlfriend? He hopes so.

He doesn’t know if sharing cheese and crackers and pasta and bread is any indication that you want to be his girlfriend, but he’d like to think it is. Because that’s what the next half hour consists of—you and Baekhyun, sharing food over smiles and stories and endless laughter.

Baekhyun finds himself laughing so hard at a story you tell him about Chanyeol and Chungha pranking Sehun, that he might as well be laughing over you. His hand ends up on your shoulder in his fit of giggles, and yours just barely above his knee. Neither of you comment on it, but you don’t pull away, either.

He’s about to chip in with a story about his childhood self, when he’s interrupted by notification noises again. Baekhyun grins at your exasperated exhale and tightly closed eyes. “It’s fine, they’ll be fine,” you tell him, silencing the ringer, and turning back to him in an attempt to continue your conversation.

Baekhyun’s about to tell you that it’s okay, that you should check your phone in case it’s an emergency or something, but he doesn’t have to; because it starts buzzing again and again and again and eventually is back to ringing.

“Answer it,” Baekhyun smiles, “Seriously, I wouldn’t want you to have to face Sehun’s wrath for ignoring him.”

It’s silent for a minute, while you scroll through your messages, and thumb a response. Baekhyun watches as your expression changes from annoyed, to vaguely amused, to concerned, to borderline unhappy. It makes his own eyebrows draw together when he sees the frown start to form on your lips.

“Everything okay?”

“Uh… I don’t think so,” you sigh, locking the screen and looking up at him, “I think I gotta head home, Sehun might have broken smoke detector and Chanyeol got… something stuck to the ceiling trying to fix it.”

Baekhyun can’t help the laugh that escapes him. You have really good friends.

“Fuck, Baek, I’m so sorry, this is—you did all of this, and my idiot friends—”

Baekhyun takes one of your flailing hands into his, effectively calming your stature and forcing to you make eye contact with him. “Hey, it’s fine, I promise,” he reassures you, “Really, it’s okay. If I got stuck to the ceiling I would hope Kyungsoo would come rescue me, too.”

“You don’t have to say that just because—”

“I’m not just saying anything,” he laughs through his words because the look on your face is nothing short of adorable, “I mean it. I had fun on our—I, I had fun, today. It’s fine, really, I promise.”

And so, you smile, demeanor significantly calmer, “I… should call a car,” you tell him, his eyes traveling down your enveloped hands, which he releases slowly, embarrassed; but then you grin again, tapping away at your phone, “I had fun on our date, too, Baekhyun.”

(So these were dates! Nice, cool, cool, keep it cool. He doesn’t; he grins like a blushing fool).

Baekhyun helps you gather your things, and moves the food around so that neither of you step on it; walks you to the door when your car says it’s arriving shortly. He waits with you on the doorstep, pretending to look out for a white sonata, when he’s really stealing glances at you through your small talk.

“Would you, uh… I mean, you’re probably already going, so,” you cut yourself off with slow exhale, turning your body towards his, “There’s this showcase, presentation type thing, for some students to, uh, present about their research coming up soon. You might already know about it, since Kyungsoo is giving one about his summer internship, I think—and it might be a little boring, and that you’re not a science guy, so it’s okay if you don’t want to—”

Baekhyun cuts you off by calling your name, a wide smile playing on his lips. “I’d love to go,” he tells you, earnestly, “I was going to go, to see Soo anyway, but I wanna support my new favorite biochem student, too.”

“Really?” You reach out and grab his hand, an action that almost seems lost on your in your flurry of excitement or flattery—or both—but, not on Baekhyun, whose palm suddenly feels warm. You must have been able to tell you flustered him, because your eyes widen, looking down at your hands, then promptly pulling them away.

“You, I mean, I want you to come, but only if you want—”

Baekhyun doesn’t know what moves him to take a leap, step a little more into your space, and take both of your hands in his with unwavering intention, but he’s glad for it; because you don’t pull away, and the look you give him kind of makes him never want to look away.

“I want to go,” he says slowly, dipping his head down the slightest, close enough to see the rings of your irises, even in the dim lighting of his porch, “I want to be there for you.”

There’s an almost inaudible “okay,” that leaves your lips, the letters rolling off your tongue with a shy smile that Baekhyun finds himself mimicking. His eyes flutter away, just for a moment, to your hands, then back to your face, before he slowly lets them go, only to rest them against your jaw again.

Baekhyun might be using the “taking things slow” mantra as an excuse for his complete lack of experience on how to navigate a real relationship, but this, right here, he’s sure of. That he likes you, that he wants you, that he—

“Can… can I kiss you?” he asks, just above a whisper.

His eyes are frantic, looking for an answer in yours, but instead he gets them from your lips; a soft, “Yes,” accompanied by a softer nod that Baekhyun would have missed if not for having your head in his hands.

When he leans forward, you meet him halfway, lips pursed together—and Baekhyun thinks that, yeah, if being in a relationship with you meant he got to do this, all day, then he would have to figure out how to be your boyfriend sooner, rather than later.

One kiss turns into two, then three, then four with smiles, and giggles in-between, and the only thing that seems to pull you away from each other is the honking of a car horn. Flustered, Baekhyun lowers his hand, bites on his bottom lip as you fumble to check the license plates on the car to those on your phone.

“I think that’s my car,” you tell him, and maybe it’s wishful thinking, but he swears there’s slightest twinge of disappointment in your voice, too, “I—I had fun, Baek, really. So, thank you, again.”

“Me too,” he says, words on autopilot, brain still stuck in the moment before.

He smiles, daystruck as he walks you to the curb, before you cross the street. He’s about to wish you well again, before you turn to him, and give him the smallest, barely there peck on the lips.  

“Goodnight, Baekhyun.”

He doesn’t even know if he responds audibly, he’s processing you in fragments, watching your silhouette as you cross the street, and head into the backseat of the car. He swears he catches the smallest wave from you through the window, but for all he knows that could have been his imagination.

Your goodnight kiss lingers on his lips, on his mind, and it’s only when he’s back inside that he lets himself break out into the foolish grin he’s been hiding all night. He’s going to have to figure out how to do that boyfriend-girlfriend thing. As soon as possible.

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ϟ more notes: more smoochies!! they have kissed a few times (maybe once or twice) since their first kiss a few parts ago, but i had no way of showing that to you guys so here you go!! they’re in a weird stage where they kiss each other goodbye and go on dates and like each other but it’s not exactly... dating? 

i hope this gives some insight into baekhyun’s thoughts, as well. some things are harder to get across through just texts, but i wanted to show his feelings beyond his overexcited, adorable messages 🥺 he’s still a whole babie, but he has complex thoughts!! 

i’ll finish rambling now, but there is an intended part 15C (which I know, sounds like it should just be part 16 at this point, but in a perfect world, I’d have been able to fit everything into one post but i digress). maybe it’ll be part 16 anyway, but it’ll likely include some writing because the xiuchen drama is back!! 🤗

[ggidolsmuts]

Chungha Part 2: Adrenaline

"Good, you've improved a lot over the past couple of weeks. The chemistry is really good, You two aren't dating or anything?" The choreographer surprises you and Chungha with his praise and follow-up comment.

"N-no of course not sir, she's an idol!"

"Uh huh..." He eyes the two of you sharply and both of you wilt under his gaze. "Whatever, it's not my business, just don't get caught eh? Anyways good job, practice a little bit more and have a good rest before tomorrow's performance."

"Yes, thank you!" The choreographer heads out, leaving the two of you to practice. After several more successful runs of the choreo, Chungha catches your eye in the mirror.

"Cooldown?" She asks, raising one eyebrow flirtatiously at you.

"Cooldown!" You hug her from behind, your arms naturally wrapping around your girlfriend's waist, your hands enjoying the feel of her toned abs. You plant soft kisses on her neck, causing Chungha to hum in delight.

"How should we do it today?" You whisper in her ear. "Cooldown" has become a codeword between the two of you, the many late night practice sessions and tantalizing choreo inevitably leading to the two of you tangling on the floor, the sex less intense than the first time you crossed boundaries with her, but by no means any less enjoyable.

"Missionary? I'm so sore from today's practice, plus I rode you last time."

"Fine, let me get something for the floor." You reluctantly let go of Chungha, going to grab your jacket from your bag. You return to see Chungha peeling her tight leggings off, revealing her creamy thighs to you.

"Aww thank you!" She sits herself down on the jacket, beckoning you to come over. You join her, slowly pushing her down on the floor as you engage her in a passionate kiss. Her hands pull at your sweatpants, and you help her out, ridding yourself of both sweatpants and boxers. "You're hard already!" Chungha gasps in both surprise and satisfaction, her soft hands going to your shaft and stroking you needily.

"Of course, look who I have in front of me."

"You're impossible!"

"No you are!"

"Enough!" Chungha shuts you up, capturing your lips in a kiss. She sucks on your lower lip lip greedily, drawing a moan from you. You press down on her, feeling the curves of her body against yours. A whine escapes her as you repay her affection, nibbling gently on her lips. Your hand slips into her panties, rubbing along her folds, feeling her heat seep out onto your fingers. You pull your fingers out, wiping them on her wet panties, before pulling the fabric to the side, exposing her entrance to you. You line your tip against her, already feeling her juices leaking on to your cock.

"Ready?"

"Just do it already." You both wanted fast pleasure, and with a smooth thrust you satisfy one another once again. You set a quick pace in her, your arms grasping her shoulders from behind, almost pulling her on your cock as you thrust into her. Gasps and moans leave her freely along with her juices, your cock quickly coated with a layer of her arousal.

"Yes, just like that! Ah!" With a cry of your name Chungha comes apart quickly, her limbs wrapping around you, trying to keep you close as her body shudders against you. She recovers from her orgasm with deep breaths, before breaking out into a smile, pulling you down and whispering in your ear.

"Thanks, that was good, your turn." Satisfied whines escape her throat as you grab hold of her hips, thrusting into her quickly and chasing your own peak. Her walls feel heavenly pressing on you, Chungha actively trying to get you to cum. With a seductive whisper she makes her wish. "Cum for me."

With a grunt you obey her, pulling out right before you climax. Not wanting to make a mess, your grasp your slick cock, rapidly stroking yourself to completion. You aim at her black panties and let loose multiple spurts of cum, painting streaks of white on them. You finish with a gasp, bracing yourself over her. The two of you fire sweet smiles at one another before cleaning up, using some wet wipes to wipe her panties and any leftover fluids on the floor. Properly dressed again the two of you walk out the door hand-in-hand.

"I can't believe you came on my panties!"

"You were going to wash them anyways, besides, you ruined them already with how wet you were."

"Fine. I'm hungry, dinner?" She looks up at you with a hungry pout.

"Sure, what do you want to eat?"

"I don't know, you choose."

"Chinese?"

"We had that yesterday."

"Pizza?"

"Too heavy, we're performing tomorrow."

"Meat?"

"It's boring without soju, but I'm not performing tomorrow with a hangover."

"Fried chicken?"

"Too greasy."

"You choose then, I'm out of options." You poke her on the forehead.

"Let's get noodles, I saw there's a new place around here that is really good apparently!" You roll your eyes at Chungha as she grabs your arm with excitement.

"Why didn't you lead with that! Let's go!" You complain as she drags you to the place she already had in mind since before practice. It's a short walk from the practice room and Chungha eagerly makes to go in, but you hold her back.

"What?"

"You forget? We're in public, hat and mask!" She puts on her mask as you put a cap on her, patting her on the head. "So silly!"

"Thanks oppa!" The two of you go in and get seated at a secluded corner. Your food comes out fast, and soon you are chatting with her over a bowl of piping hot noodles.

"So you've never danced at a concert before?" Chungha asks you, wide-eyed.

"No, I've done a bunch of performances with other groups, but those were all festivals and outdoor, so not too many people. And people definitely didn't pay tickets for them."

"You'll like it! It's quite exciting, hearing people cheering and screaming."

"Cheering and screaming for you." You correct her.

"Don't be like that! You're part of the performance too!"

"I know, I know, I'm just kidding. Besides, I only need you to scream for me. Ouch!" That earns you a kick under the table as Chungha blushes furiously. The two of you finish your noodles with animated chatter and head out. After a short taxi ride you find yourself in front of Chungha's place. You pull her in for a hug, kissing her forehead.

"Should I come up?"

"You know I want you to, but I'm tired, I want to rest up for tomorrow..."

"No, you're right, we should get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Yes, see you tomorrow!" She tiptoes to peck your lips, heading into her building before waving goodbye through the glass door. With a happy grin you find your way back to your apartment, exchanging texts with her the whole way home.

--The next day--

You wake up late in the morning, groggily going through the motions of your routine. You check your phone to find already multiple messages from Chungha. Apparently she had an a early morning schedule and was bored. You quickly called her to catch up.

"Hey Chungie! Sorry I missed your messages, I just woke up."

"That is a terrible nickname."

"Good, I'll keep calling you that. Anyways, how's the schedule going?"

"It's good, I finished up the interview and the few photos I had to take, I'm eating lunch now, I'll see you later at the dry run!"

"Great, I'm grabbing a bite to eat too, I'll see you then!"

"Bye!"

"Bye Chungie!" You don't give her a chance to reply, hanging up on her and grinning like a fool. You finish up your morning routine, pack your backpack with what you need for the day and leave your apartment, stopping at the Korean diner nearby for a quick meal. You jump on the subway and head to the stadium, finding a Starbucks nearby to while the time away. You finally get a message from Chungha that she's arrived, and you down the rest of your iced tea before getting up and entering the stadium. A quick security and badge check later you're in the still and quiet atmosphere of the vacant stadium.

You head backstage to get changed - you see Chungha in the hallway, but cognizant of the staff surrounding you two you simply catch her eye and give her a nod. She gives you a brief smile and nod in return, the two of you acting like the professionals everyone else thought you two merely were. The rehearsals and the dry run go smoothly and without hitches, and before you know it...

"Thank you everyone!" You and Chungha bow to the empty stadium, finishing up the last practice before the actual performance. You follow her backstage, and taking advantage of the temporary lack of people in the hallway, she pulls you into a side room.

"You were great!" She plants a kiss on your cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Thanks. Nervous, the stadium looks bigger from the stage."

"You'll be fine, don't worry about it."

"I know, I'll have you there with me." You hug her tightly in your arms.

"Hey, someone might come in!" You hold on to her a little longer before reluctantly letting go, both of your faces pink with shyness.

"I-I'll see you later, don't worry, we'll kill it!" Chungha exits hurriedly with a punch of your shoulder. You return to your waiting room with the other dancers, the more seniors ones chilling while the newer dancers like yourself fidget and gulp down lots and lots of water.

Soon, it was showtime. The stage lights were blinding, and you were rendered near deaf from the roar of her fans in the stadium. You go through the choreo with Chungha - you can barely hear the music in your ear over the cheers in the stadium, but you were able to finish the dance smoothly. Under the intense lights on stage you feel every touch of her body more than ever, you hear every breath of hers more clearly, almost as if there was no music, no cheers - just you and her performing on stage for yourselves.

You end, as always, with your arms wrapped around Chungha's waist, your face hidden to the side as she poses for the crowd at the end. You look at her smiling face and feel her breathing heavily in your arms, and you're filled with a sudden urge to kiss her, to let everyone in the stadium know she's your girlfriend. Your hand instinctively presses on her flesh harder, and you feel Chungha jump slightly in your arms. She fires a glance at you, holding your gaze for the briefest of moments before she breaks away, shouting her thanks to her fans, waving and bowing. You snap out of your trance and bow before hastily retreating from the stage. As the rest of the dancers file back to your shared dressing room, you hang around backstage, waiting for her to finish. Luckily it doesn't take long, and soon you see Chungha heading towards you.

You hold out your hand to give her a high-five, trying to maintain your friendly professionalism, but the intense look she hits you with tells you that it isn't needed. She grabs your held out hand by the wrist, dragging you down a less-used hallway, making random turns before you somehow end up in her dressing room. She closes the door and locks it behind her.

No words needed to be exchanged as you look at each other with unsuppressed desire, the adrenaline pumping through your bodies after the performance. Your mouth crashes into hers, feeling the salt of each others sweat on your lips, your tongues tangling in mutual need. You pull Chungha flush against your body, feeling her chest heaving against you, and making sure she feels your want for her. Your hands go to the button of her shorts, nearly ripping it off as she loses her jacket, leaving her in a revealing black crop top. Soft moans fill your ears when you lean into her, kissing and sucking her exposed neck, Chungha's pale skin contrasting sharply with the harsh red marks of your lust. Her hands go to your pants, working quickly on your buttons as well. Neither of you can stop touching one another as the last pieces of sanity fall away with your underwear, panties and boxers discarded on the floor.

You push Chungha against the wall, the look she gives you tells you she is more than ready - that, and the small stream of juices flowing down her thighs. Propped up against the wall she wraps her legs around you, and you savor the feeling of the fabric of her thigh-highs against your body. The first words that leaves her lips since coming in here is your name when you finally enter her, your cock twitching in her slick heat. Her walls tug at you desperately, wanting all of you in her as soon as possible. Wordless cries and grunts fill the room as you piston into her, the two of you consumed completely by adrenaline and lust. You feel her legs pull at you from behind, trying to keep you deep in her all the time. Her body shudders in your arms, shaking with every thrust you put in her.

But it is not enough, you hook your arms under her knees and pull away from the wall, Chungha clinging on to your neck, but otherwise completely held up by your frenzied lust. You buck your hips up into her rapidly while your arms let gravity do the work, bouncing her a little, letting her sink deep on to your shaft. The new position is tiring but amazing, feeling even more of her on you as you pierce her deeper than before. Trying to muffle herself best she can, she captures your lips, screaming her newfound pleasure into you and clinging on to you like she never wanted to let go. Everything is going too fast and too good for both of you.

"Nngh!" With a low sob and a final cry of your name Chungha reaches her peak, her velvet walls gripping you tightly as she moans into your mouth. A rush of fluids flow over your cock, making her even wetter than you thought possible. You moan in response to Chungha's orgasm, your hips thrusting up erratically - the adrenaline of the performance and watching your petite girlfriend peak in delight pushes you over the edge as pleasure rushes and overwhelms your senses. Your arms sag a little, leaving Chungha to be completely impaled on your cock as you orgasm. An immense flood of white cum bursts from your tip, painting her walls, causing her to squeal and throw her head back, the sensation of being filled to the point of overflowing triggering another climax from her. Your hips vainly try to thrust up into her further, feeling her slick muscles massage and squeeze your throbbing cock, trying to pull more of your seed from you.

Too tired to keep holding her up you gently let her down, her legs trembling in the aftermath of your passion. You push her up against the wall, but this time only to hold her up, afraid that her legs can't keep her standing. Your spent cock finally leaves her hot depths, and a gush of fluids flow out of her on to the floor, trailing down her thighs and splashing on the floor.

Your foreheads touch, the two of you looking into each other eyes with passion, panting heavily from exertion and excitement. Your hands wrap around her waist, enjoying the feel of her toned but tender body against you. You've never been more sure in your life about what you wanted to say to her next.

"Chungha, I l-"

"Chungha, are you there? We have to do the encore!" The moment was snapped unceremoniously by the sound of her manager calling and knocking on the dressing room door.

"Yes unnie, I'll be right out, one second!" The two of you scramble to make Chungha presentable - she points you to the backup pair of shorts she has before grabbing her makeup kit to cover up the bruises you left on her neck. She puts the shorts on along with her ruined panties as you throw her her jacket. You hear the door handle jangle as Chungha's manager comes looking again. The two of you rush to the door, and you position yourself behind it right as it swings open. Chungha manages to meets her manager at the door blocking her from looking inside.

"Chungha there you are, let's go, what took you so long?"

"I had to change clothes, my shorts had a tear. Give me one second, let me touch up my hair."

"Fine I'm waiting outside, be quick!" Chungha closes the door and turns to look at you, words failing her. "I-I..."

"Go, I'll clean up." With an apologetic but grateful look she opens the door once again and heads out. You get dressed and clean the rest of her dressing room in a haze of disappointed euphoria. You peek out the door, making sure that no one can see you leaving her dressing room before you head back to yours.

The other dancers all wondered where you were, and you make up a glib excuse about puking in the toilet from nerves. After several pats on the back and unneeded advice you head out as a group, getting some coffee together before you all went your separate ways. You had a lonely dinner, gobbling down a burger and fries at the nearby Lotteria before heading home. You shower and collapse on your bed, checking your phone. You're surprised to see several messages from Chungha, with various forms of "Call me." You are just about to type up a reply when her face suddenly pops up on your phone as an incoming call with perfect timing.

"Hey Chungha, how was the encore?"

"Hey... It was good, the fans really liked it, and I don't think manager unnie caught on to us."

"That's great to hear."

"Yes it is..." the conversation drifts off into awkwardness, neither of you knowing what to say until Chungha breaks the silence.

"Listen, do you want to come over? I feel like we should talk about what happened... after."

"Now? It's late though, don't you need to be up early tomorrow?"

"Now, I don't think I can sleep if we don't talk about it. Please come over?"

"Okay, see you soon."

The trip to her place flies by in a blur, and when you knock on the door it immediately opens to Chungha greeting you with a soft smile and dressed in an oversized t-shirt. She makes her way to the kitchen, pointing you to her couch in the living room. You hear the fridge being opened before she comes to join you, holding two beers in her hands.

"Beer?"

"Sure why not." The crack and fizz of the beer is satisfying after a long day. The two of you enjoy each other's company in silence for a little while, but not long enough.

"I know what you wanted to say before manager unnie interrupted."

"Chungha I-" She puts a finger on your lips, hushing you.

"I feel the same way, I really do, but I'm not ready to say it yet... I'm sorry." You hold her hands in yours, looking into her wide open and nervous eyes.

"That's perfectly fine, as long as you know how I feel I'm happy. I'll wait for you until you're ready."

"Thank you..." You embrace her, happy to feel her in your arms once again. She pulls away from you, her rosy lips looking plump and tempting, and you cannot the resist the urge to kiss her again.

"Mmm..." Chungha moans into the kiss, her tongue eagerly darting against your lips, asking for entrance. You allow her in, and she takes your tongue in hers, tangling with you as her hand finds its way within your boxers. She strokes you to hardness, removing your shorts and underwear before pushing you on the couch, straddling you.

"Chungie?"

"I said I wasn't ready to say it... but I want to show you how I feel. Also I'll forgive you just once for calling me Chungie." She fires you a teasing but seductive grin before grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and taking it off, raising her hands above her head to give you a view of her beautiful body. Her neck and shoulders are pale with small spots of red, the leftover bruises from your kisses in the dressing room. She's wearing a simple black bra, but not for long. Reaching behind herself, she shrugs out of them with a snap of the clasp, revealing her perky breasts to you, her nipples stiff, betraying her want. You play with her nipples, tweaking and pulling satisfied whines from your lover. Your hands move down further to her defined abs, admiring how fit she is.

You move down further, your fingers reaching the hem of her panties before you realize she wasn't even wearing shorts. She holds your gaze steadily as she takes off her light blue panties, slipping one leg out of it, then the other, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

"Oppa I'm so wet..." Chungha is wet, and your moans join hers as she grinds herself on your shaft, coating your cock with her cream. The apartment is filled with the obscene sounds of her slipping and sliding on your drenched cock. You happily lay back, letting her grind on you to her heart's content, but Chungha has other ideas.

"Oooh!" She quivers in delight, feeling you embedded in her once more as she slips herself over you. You let out a grunt of your own, her wet walls clamping down on you once again. She slowly rocks against you, her hair framing her flushed face as she clasps your hand with hers. That doesn't last long, and her lust soon takes over - she sets a torrid pace, rocking herself back and forth on you, making sure you feel every inch of her inside. Her arms eventually give out, causing her to collapse against you, panting heavily, her hips still humping you madly.

"Ah! Ah! Aah!" Sharp cries ring beside your ear, and you feel her body tense both in your arms and around your cock, clenching on you with every rhythmic movement she makes. "Oppa are you close?" Chungha asks after a particularly shrill cry, dangerously close to climax.

"Yes... Chungha you feel so good!" You shout in response, grabbing her hips, pulling her down on you with force as you thrust upwards, creating loud claps of flesh meeting flesh.

"Cum in me again, it felt so good earlier... Now! Cum with me now!" She kisses you with passion, and you find yourself screaming with her, feeling her clamp down on you like a tight glove as you let yourself go in her. You look at her, the two of you seeing the stars in each others' eyes before being consumed by the nova of pleasure exploding in your bodies. You make your mark on her walls once again, your hips straining to push as much of your love into her as possible. Her soft and wet tunnel pulses and contracts in joy, receiving all that you have. You hold her tightly in your arms, feeling her heartbeat pound against her chest, matching the pace of yours - you never want to let her go. Your heavy breaths are all that can be heard for a while, Chungha lying on you in silent contentment.

You stroke her hair, causing her to look up at you from your chest. You take the chance to brush the stray strands of hair sticking to her face, showing her beautiful face once more. To your eyes she looks absolutely stunning, glowing even. You feel a surge of emotion well up in you as you see and feel her in your arms.

"I love you."

You smile and lean forward for a kiss, and Chungha reciprocates, scooting up your body to meet your lips. You take her lips in a soft and passionate kiss before she breaks away, saying three words before snuggling in your embrace.

"I... Me too."

It wasn't the three words you wanted, but it was enough for now.

A/N: This is a continuation of the previous Chungha story. The idea of a Chungha girlfriend blog with a bit more fluff was intriguing, and the scenario I had in mind played out really well out of the dance practice, so I went with it. There won’t be many chapters after this one (maybe just one, the idea I have in mind would round it out nicely). In any case thank you for reading!

[timextoxhajima]

Grounded: Level 8

Level 7 | Level 9

Member: Minho (Lee Know)

Genre: idol minho x idol trainee reader

Taglist: @jaehyvnsvalentine @licorice526 @lolwhatameme @felixn-recs @yunapixie @rindomo @sleeping-hero-of-procastination​​

A/N: This chapter includes fake character idol profiles so please don’t attack me that your face isn’t there. No, I am not glorifying the fact that only korean girls are pretty, but this is in fact the most culturally accurate account of a fake profile I can create given the context. 

WI5HES (위셔스) is a South Korean girl group under HYBE (previously known as BigHit Ent.). The group currently consists of Ju Rin, l/n, Ga Hyun, So Eun and Min Jung. WI5HES debuted on March 15, 2021 under HYBE. They are HYBE’s first girl group since 2014.

Stage Name: Ju Rin

Birthname: Wang Ju Rin

Position: Leader, Lead Vocalist, Sub-Rapper

Birthday: May 10, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 167cm (5′5)

Weight: 48kg (106 lbs)

Blood Type: A+

Stage Name: l/n y/n

Birthname: y/n

Position: Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Sub-Vocalist

Birthday: June 15, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Height: 164cm (5′4)

Weight: 49kg (108 lbs)

Blood Type: O

Stage Name: Ga Hyun

Birthname: Choi Ga Hyun

Position: Lead Vocalist, Lead Rapper, Lead Dancer, Visual

Birthday: October 25, 2001

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 170cm (5′6)

Weight: 51kg (112 lbs)

Blood Type: O

Stage Name: So Eun

Birthname: Kang So Eun

Position: Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Sub-Vocalist, Center

Birthday: November 5, 2001

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: 172cm (5′6)

Weight: 50kg (110 lbs)

Blood Type: B

Stage name: Min Jung

Birthname: Gwang Min Jung

Position: Main Vocalist, Lead Rapper, maknae

Birthday: August 15, 2003

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 163cm (5′3)

Weight: 46kg (101 lbs)

Blood Type: AB

“Five is better than three, annyeonghaseyo, WI5HES-ibnida!” The echo of your introduction rings through the dressing room, backstage of the MCountdown stage. It draws goosebumps from your arms and your back. Min Jung grits her teeth, attempting to contain her anxiety when she sees herself on stage through the recording for the first time.

So Eun’s sobbing into Ju Rin’s shoulder, and Ga Hyun has her phone out, randomly snapping photos of So Eun’s slightly smudged make-up. 

“Yah, haven’t you taken enough?” Ju Rin wraps the rim of Ga Hyun’s phone with her palm, covering the camera, unable to contain her grin. 

“Aw, come on!” Ga Hyun pouts, retracting her phone and wiping the lens with her sleeve. “It’s not everyday we get to debut.”

Knock Knock

“Who is it?” Ju Rin cranes her neck behind her, nodding for Min Jung to get the door. Already halfway down a bow, Min Jung opens the door to reveal a strange mixture of Hyunjin, I.N, Soobin, Yeonjun and Beomgyu. 

“Oh, annyeonghaseyo,” Min Jung’s reflexes are to greet Hyunjin and I.N first. 

“Annyeonghaseyo,” Hyunjin and I.N bow to the lot of you, and suddenly everybody’s bowing. “Congratulations on your debut!”

Ju Rin releases So Eun to receive the adorable box of cupcakes from Hyunjin and I.N. 

“Chan-hyung and the others send their regards. They couldn’t be here today for a separate schedule.”

“Oh, we’re not the ones you should be reporting this to,” Ga Hyun snickers, pulling away from what looks like a handshake routine with Beomgyu. Eyes turn to you, forcing the blush on your cheeks to be of natural effect and not the make-up. 

After the scandal with Yeonjun, things died down relatively quickly. More pictures of you training with the other members were released, diluting the idea that you and Yeonjun were dating. Furthermore, there was no other evidence of you and Yeonjun going out on secret dates that the company didn’t know about. 

But of course, WI5HES and TXT know about Minho’s confession, and needless to say, they had to be reeled back under control.

“My God, it’s like you want Lee Know hyung to pass out from jealousy,” Hyunjin’s eyes narrow with mischief, holding out his phone screen to you. 

“What? Why would he be jealous? There’s not a single person on that page that’s a threat to him,” Scrolling through the pictures absent-mindedly, you scorn at his baseless remark. 

“He’ll be jealous solely from the fact that you look good in your photos,” Jeongin sucks on the upper row of his teeth. 

“I know,” A shy smile appears on your lips. “We’ve had this conversation before.”

“Eugh,” Hyunjin shudders, shoulders reaching his ears as he groans in disgust. “Glad I wasn’t around for that conversation.”

“Anyway, thank you all for coming by our Debut Stage today, but we gotta head back to BigHit to handle some new scheduling,” Ju Rin’s waving her hands, telling the girls to pack up and for TXT to help. 

Walking past Sunmi, Chungha and other idols while you make your way out of the building felt so strange and alien, you almost couldn’t believe you were at the end of your first promotion. You were an idol now, and there was no going back. Everything you did, every move you made - would be under public scruntiny now, regardless of the reason, whether you liked it or not. 

“Thank you!” The bodyguard nods at you as he shuts the door. Sat in the middle with Ju Rin to your right, and the three younger in the back, you can smell the odd mixture of perfume and that strange scent of new costumes and clothes. BigHit - no, HYBE - had invested so much into your costumes though they looked nothing like the price they cost. 

Then again, half of you were wearing YSL pullovers and Dior jeans.

“You okay?” 

“Hmm?” Turning your head as it leans against the headrest, your eyes meet Ju Rin’s. “Yeah, you? I’m surprised you haven’t cried yet.”

Ju Rin laughs under her breath, glancing out the window as the car starts. “Oh, believe me, I’ve cried. I just don’t do it infront of you guys.”

“Aw,” The sides of your lips curl downwards. There’s a pinch in your heart you can’t take, only because Ju Rin has to keep up such a strong facade for you and for the rest of her members. She’s responsible, and time and time again she reminds you why she was chosen to be leader. “You know you can cry infront of us. You don’t have to act or put up a strong front.”

“I know, but I wouldn’t be able to see you guys crying tears of... happiness if my vision is blurred out by my own, right?”

You can’t contain the scoff that runs out your throat, eyes darting to look at the city outside, now coated with the drizzle that’s blurring the city sights. 

“Fucking full of shit,” You chuckle under your breath, unable to hide the smile that’s stretching across your face.

Ju Rin snickers and purses her lips, reaching her left hand out to you. Her hand is warm and soft (from all the moisturizer products she’s using - HYBE’s trying to get her some make-up CF already), but the smile on her face is more home than anything will ever be. 

Time to count the number of days before the world is made your home. Tours, meeting new people, inspiring others with your love for performance and dance, the same way you were inspired into chasing a dream that you didn’t even think you had a chance of achieving. Some might say it’s unfair, how the chance fell unto your feet all so easily, like it had been planned. It’s unfair that of all the crew members to be scouted, you were the only one. 

But that wasn’t your dream. At that point of time in your life, all you wanted was to fulfil your need to be perfect in dancing; to be by Minho’s side. So, in some way, fate had pulled you away from him instead. 

He didn’t tell anybody he auditioned for Cube. He didn’t tell anybody he’d auditioned for JYP before that either, only for JYP to call him back to be part of that cursed show.

And before you knew it, you had lost the one thing you didn’t want to lose: Minho. It was heartbreaking, watching him live his life of a dream that he’d been chasing without you knowing in the first place. You couldn’t decide if you were angry with him for leaving you out of his happiness or if you had simply convinced yourself he had forgotten about you. 

But you caught yourself tripping over your own feelings of hurt and love when you realise you started searching for some bit of Minho in someone else, and you were lucky it was Yeonjun. Yeonjun who had a pure heart and nothing but kindness. 

The things that could’ve happened had you searched for a part of Minho in someone else who might’ve taken you for granted. 

Minho made up for that heartbreak though, when Hyunjin had told him you were alone with Yeonjun, walking to some desolate part of the building but only spotted Yeonjun coming back alone. Minho, who at that point of time already known you a good three (or was it four?) years, knew you well enough to know that you were somewhere sobbing your eyes out. 

His scent when he had his arms around you was stuck in your nostrils for days and weeks because that was just how long he had spent being away from you. You didn’t even know how much you missed his scent until it was in your system again. 

The risk you both had chosen to take that fateful day when the scandal of you and Yeonjun was released was of astounding magnitude. 

Who the Hell confesses their love to another celebrity, so close to their own debut date?

“You,” Minho trills, almost crumpling the Uno cards on the table. The tears in the corners of your eyes are threatening to dribble over your lids, but then Changbin is sitting behind you on the sofa, trying his best to hide his laughter through his gritted teeth. “We’ll see if the two of you can still laugh after this.”

Minho picks up twelve cards with a disproportionate amount of strength, the cards nearly being folded under his fingers. 

“Yah- hyung!” Changbin yells and points at the cards, glaring at the elder.

“What? You complain about me damaging the cards as if you can’t afford a new deck yourself.”

“This is our fifth deck!” Changbin nearly screeches, and the exchange forces you to fall to your back at Changbin’s feet, your arm clutching your tummy from how much it hurt from your laughter. 

“Oh my God!” The words are struggling to leave your voice box, between silent giggles. “This- this is your- oh, my God- this is your fifth deck?” 

“We’ll need a sixth deck soon! Can you tell your man to be a little less aggressive?!” Changbin loses his patience and gets up, hands sweeping the cards off the table and plucking Minho’s set out from his hands. 

“Yah!”

“‘Yah’,” Changbin’s distorted imitation of Minho calls for the elder to surge to his feet, suddenly towering over Changbin who cowers on the couch behind you. “Ah- Ah- OkAy, take your stupid cards back-” 

“I’ll get you a new deck if I destroy this one, but first I gotta destroy you.”

The finger in your face goes unnoticed when you laugh again, stomach hurting from the aggressive giggling. 

“My God, she’s lost it!” Minho sings sarcastically, holding his hands to his head with the cards still in his palm. “No, quick, Earth to y/n, come back so I can win!”

“Eugh,” Changbin groans and squints his eyes. Minho never says these kind of things, so when he does, it’s weird, and unlike of him to do so, making it ultra-

“CriNGe!!!!!” Hyunjin yells at the top of his voice as he exits his room and heads for the kitchen. “Just get a room already!”

“HYUNJIN!” Chan’s voice booms from elsewhere in the apartment. 

[streetlight11]

Nets and Bandaids | pt 3 (final)

Summary: They were the strongest members in their respective teams and everyone looked up to them. Except, they could never seem to get along. One day when an incident happened during the seasonal championship, that changed everything between them.

Theme: University au, volleyball players au, enemies to lovers

Genre: fluff

WC: 2.6k

Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader

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Part 1 || Part 2

The next day came and it was a Thursday morning. Y/N entered her morning class in which she happened to share with Seungmin. She took a seat beside him and had just taken out her laptop when both her phone and his, dinged at the same time. It was their group chat.

Just as she was about to reply in the group chat, she received a text from Minho privately. She opened his chat only to see him ask if she was going to the said party. With that being said, she texted him a response.

And then 5 seconds later, the group chat started sounding again.

With that, you couldn’t help but smile as you closed the chat when your lecturer walked in.

That weekend came in a flash as Chan, Changbin, Jisung, Mina and Yeri had met up earlier in the day to prepare the pool party at Chan’s family home. Mina and Jisung went to buy a lot of buffet cuisines while Yeri went to get snacks with Changbin.

Chan tidied the house and prepared some games they could play in the pool and also in the house such as water volleyball, board games, card games etc.

The rest of them either came on their own or together in a bunch. Y/N needed to run errands before heading off to Chan’s house so she was alone. When she arrived at the house, 12 out of 15 people were already there excluding herself. Those who still have yet to arrive were Jihyo, Hyunjin and Minho.

Y/N was still in her sweatpants and crop top as she stood by the snacks counter only to grab herself the big bottle of green tea and a plastic cup. However, she realized there were no ice cubes so she turned around just in time for Chan to top up the chips right beside her.

“Chan ah, do you have ice?” She asked.

“Oh, yeah. They’re in the freezer. The kitchen is down the hall to the left.” He said, pointing towards the right side of the house where there was a hallway.

She thanked him, proceeding to excuse herself. She entered his beautiful house, mindlessly admiring the interior of his family home only to make it in the big kitchen. She went over to the fridge only to open the freezer.

She was just letting the ice cubes plop into the cup when she flinched upon hearing a familiar voice coming from behind the freezer door.

“Hoarding the ice?” A soft chuckle accompanied his speech as she peeked past the door, only to see Minho walking closer to her with a very soft smile on his face.

“Was planning to until you mentioned it. Want some?” She asked, seeing him nod while stretching his hand out where he was holding a cup of lemon tea in his hand. After they were done, she was about to go back to join the others when Minho grabbed a hold of her wrist gently.

“How’s your lower abdomen? Does it still hurt?” He asked genuinely concerned.

“Occasionally it still does but it’s not a terrible pain.”

Minho slowly nodded as the room fell silent, both suddenly shy from the small little cuddle they had that night in the bus. Ever since that day, neither of them really acknowledged it properly even though the rest of them already knew about it since the 5 kids couldn’t keep their mouth shut. 

But even so, both of them weren’t bothered by the fact that their friends saw it. They just didn't know how to acknowledge the situation to each other. With that being said, he decided to break the ice first.

“We should probably head back before those minions start to have weird ass thoughts.” 

“Yeah, we really should…” She said with a light giggle. They both made their way back to the backyard. Jihyo, Mina, Jisoo and Jennie unfortunately couldn’t join them in the pool due to their monthly mother nature calls. Yeri, Lisa and Chungha were already in the pool along with the rest of the guys while Y/N was still seated with the rest of the girls.

“Y/N! Are you on your red light?” Yeri asked with a small pout. The others were now focused on her.

“Umm, n-no?”

“Then what are you doing there? Come here with us!”

Mina beckoned from the other side of the pool as Y/N told her she would join them in a minute. Just then, before she could resume talking to the rest of the girls, she saw Changbin quickly get out of the pool only for Y/N to start running away.

“Seo Changbin! Wait! Let me change at least for God's sake!” Y/N yelled, desperately running around the pool. Changbin however was a tad bit faster as he wrapped his arms around her waist, making her all wet. A shriek left her lips when he lifted her bridal style and soon walked towards the pool.

“Bin ah! Bin ah, wait! Put me down!” She screamed, slapping his chest repeatedly only for the boy to smirk as he stuck his tongue out at her.

“Too late.”

With that, he plunged into the pool with her in his arms, soaking her from head to toe. They resurfaced to gasp for air as she pushed her hair out of her face. She splashed a good amount of water on him in annoyance.

“Seo Changbin! I’m gonna kill you!”

“Hey, I got you in here, noona.”

“I didn’t bring any extra clothes with me, you idiot!”

That’s when his face fell when he realised he fucked up, only for him to apologize as she sighed, knowing she could never be mad at them for too long.

“Oh shit, noona I’m so sorry…” Changbin apologized. She shook her head and told him it was fine before she left the pool.

Minho was silently watching her walk to her bag. She quietly took out her towel and wrapped it around her lower body before she asked Chan where his bathroom was. She took off her sweatpants and squeezed it to get rid of the excess water before hanging it over one of the chairs.

About 15 minutes later, she came back out with a two piece swimsuit and a white see through shirt over it to cover her body since she wasn’t really comfortable with showing her skin openly and a pair of thin shorts.

She hung her wet shirt and towel on the chair before walking over to the pool while tying her hair in a low bun.

“Y/N! Whose team do you wanna join?” Jisung asked as she stared at both sides of the pool.

“Are you guys in your teams already?”

“Not yet but Changbin and Lisa are the captains.” Jisung giggled, making her turn to Lisa with a smile.

“Lalisa? Captain? Wow. I’m impressed.” Y/N teased, earning a laugh from Lisa.

“You can be the captain if you want.” Lisa said, only for Y/N to shake her head.

“No thanks, I’d love to take a break for once.” Y/N said.

Just then, she glanced over only to lock eyes with Minho who was leaning against the wall on the other side of the pool from where she was standing. He had his arms resting on the edge of the pool as he gave her a soft smile, which made her heart pound against her chest. 

This feeling was still foreign to her because she would definitely not feel this way if it was a few months back.

“So, have you made up your mind or should we drag you to one side?” Hyunjin asked with a smirk while Changbin spoke up.

“Well, if that’s the case, I’m taking noona and Minho hyung first.” A smirk appeared on his face as Jisung grabbed Y/N’s hands who was just squatting down on the edge of the pool, dragging her in.

Once she was standing up straight, she couldn’t help but slap Jisung’s chest out of annoyance.

“Can you people stop pulling me in like that? Geez.” She scoffed as she swam past him to go towards the middle while  they started to divide into two teams of 6. Lisa, Mina, Yeri, Jeongin, Chan and Seungmin on one side and Changbin, Minho, Jisung, Hyunjin, Felix and Y/N on the other side.

The game started with them trying their best to move around but the water was making it impossible for them. Y/N’s team was leading with 5 points.

Minho passed the ball to Hyunjin who then passed it behind him where Y/N was and with one swift motion, she launched herself in the air only to dump the ball on their side, earning a solid win.

Her team cheered as Hyunjin and Jisung attacked her with hugs, causing her to submerge underwater. They resurfaced only for Changbin to dive under and soon slot his head in between her legs before he stood up, lifting her on his shoulders. 

A scream escaped her lips as she desperately cling onto Changbin’s hands that were on her thighs.

“Seo Changbin! Put me down!” She screamed. She watched as he tilted his head up with a playful smile dancing on his lips.

“Not yet.” Changbin said.

With that being said, he began to walk around the pool with her on his shoulder before he suggested a game of wrestling.

“Changbin ah, I’m scared…” Y/N whined as he reassured her saying that she’ll be fine and that he won’t make her injured. The game soon started with Yeri on Chan’s shoulder.

“Unnie… I’m sorry.” Yeri said in between laughs as she began to violently push Y/N off Changbin’s shoulders.

“Kim Yerim!” Y/N squeaked when the younger girl pushed her. In less than 5 minutes, Y/N was down. For what she thought would be a harsh impact, a strong pair of arms wrapped itself around her waist as she crashed into someone’s chest. Because of this, her head didn’t get submerged in the water.

Changbin turned around after Yeri’s team was cheering excitedly for winning, only for Changbin to ask.

“Noona, are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Y/N giggled while Changbin and the other guys got ready for another round of competition. However, she realized that the arms around her waist were still there so she carefully turned her head only to be met with Minho’s.

They got quiet for a bit as he couldn’t help but glance down at her lips. Just then, Minho whispered teasingly to avoid the others from hearing.

“Should we give them something to talk about?” A smirk danced on his lips. She glanced back to see them still focused on the game. With that being said, she turned back to Minho with a giggle.

He was already leaning against the wall as she pressed her body against his in the water for support before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She gently leaned forward to let her lips brush his own before she whispered.

“Are you sure that’s all you want?” Her eyes travelled back to his only for him to shake his head.

“Definitely not.” He said with a smile tugged on his lips. Soon enough, he gently pressed his lips on hers, earning a soft gasp. His hands tightened around her waist as she tangled her fingers in his damp hair, only to hear the rest of them get excited in the back.

“Oh God bless! Fucking finally!” Changbin yelled in excitement while the rest yelled happily.

She couldn’t help but pull away from Minho, hiding her face in his neck while he smiled proudly to his friends.

“Just how long had y’all been waiting for this?” Minho asked curiously as some of them responded in unison.

“Ever since the beginning of your fights!” 

With that, Y/N whipped her head around only to raise her eyebrows at them. She couldn’t believe what she heard. They shrugged, saying they could tell that this day would come sooner or later. Just then, she turned back to Minho, making him steal a quick kiss. This was enough to make her blush.

“Yeah, I started liking you a few months back to be honest. I just didn’t know why at that time so I just continued sort of ‘hating’ you…” He suddenly confessed, making her flustered.

“Oh wow. And you still continued to act like a total jerk? Smooth move Captain.” She teased as he chuckled, sliding his hands up her sides underneath her shirt underwater only to stop just below her swimsuit line.

“Don’t you think you’re being a bit brave now?” She asked. He smirked smugly, feeling him snake his arms around her frame. He kissed her jaw as the noises behind them from their friends busy playing games seemed to be muffled in their ears.

“You can tell me to stop if this weirds you out. I don’t mind.” His voice low in her ear as he kissed the skin beneath her earlobe.

“I’d tell you to keep going but our friends are here.” With that, he pulled away from her neck only to cup her face in one hand before he spoke up.

“Then come over to my place later and we can spend the night all to ourselves.” He whispered as he brushed his lips against hers. “What made you like me?” She suddenly asked, seeing him stare at her with such a soft look.

“I respect the way you lead your teammates. You’re such a good volleyball player and to be honest, I really look up to you.” His voice was laced with nothing but honesty.

“Wait… Really?” She asked, slightly confused.

“Yeah. I know I might seem like I always think I’m better than everyone else. But I actually get really scared that people might compare me to you so I hated it. And I guess I made a mistake of hating you for it. I’m sorry.” He apologized.

With that, she smiled as she cupped both sides of his face before he locked eyes with her very soft gentle ones.

“We’re all human and we have every right to feel however we want to. So I don’t blame you for feeling like that towards me.” She reassured him by kissing him again, only for him to deepen the kiss. He pulled her against him, softly caressing her wet skin making her pull away with a giggle.

“We should probably join them cause I can foresee that they won’t let us live after today.” She said. Minho could only nod in response knowing that was true.

As expected, their friends didn’t have an end to teasing their team captains as they literally teased them almost every 5 seconds. After the pool party, Y/N ended up going over to Minho’s apartment to hang out with him in which they eventually ended up cuddling in each other’s arms in which she fell asleep at his place.

A few days later, Y/N and Seungmin were running late yet again for their volleyball training as she texted in the group chat again for them to tell the coach. But the response she got was slightly unexpected.

They got through training without a single fight between Minho and Y/N, which definitely shocked their coach but Jisung was witty with his reply.

“Let’s just say, the championship changed them Coach.”

With that being said, Coach Kwon simply smiled as he asked them to gather around so that he could give them some new tips and pointers. Ever since then, the two Team Captains had stopped whatever fights they always had during training and Minho even changed the way he supervised his teammates.

[sanstropfremir]

would love to hear ur thoughts re. these street woman fighter's performances and who you would personally vote as the "better dance crew" in how they interpreted each other choreos and the song.

this was for their first elimination round (ep4) and it was interesting to hear from the judges + why they gave the points they did. (i'm not entirely sure if you're watching the show's episodes. they are roughly 2 hours long. so if you would like more context, pls let me know! i wrote brief comments underneath each one as well as the winners [spoilers ahead!]. assuming you are not: for this mission, each crew is paired with another crew and they have to choreograph one of the soloist songs. songs were "split" into two parts: part one [would be one song] and part two [another song]; one crew would choreograph one part and follow the other's crew choreograph for the other part.)

1. boa - eat you up (want choreo) + better (ygx choreo). dance crews: ygx vs want

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCfK_qWAhM0&ab_channel=MnetTV

winner: ygx. boa gave 151 pts to ygx and 49 pts to want (the biggest gap in points between crews), sharing that although want choreographed eat you up, ygx was more cohesive (pointing to how want wore hats and it was messy). additionally, ygx had better stage presence and was able to capture the camera more. also, because ygx is the only crew to have a b-girl and use it in their routine, the judges applauded want for doing the best they can.

2. cl - doctor pepper (wayb) + hello bitches (prowdmon). dance crews: prowdmon vs wayb

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GEEpZ9SrvaE&ab_channel=MnetTV

winner: prowdmon. judges shared that doctor pepper's routine is a trademark of wayb and that they should have been the standout. however, they felt like prowdmon did it better.

3. hyuna - crazy (4minute) (coca n butter) + i'm not cool (hook) + lip and hip (hook). dance crews: hook vs coca n butter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1ikpPKEA30&ab_channel=MnetTV

winner: hook. the two dance crews are VERY different in terms of style. coca n butter is described to be more hip-hop while hook is definitely more reflective of the current/newer trends. (when hook was first introduced in the show, they were known as the crew who was famous only for tiktok dances.) the judges shared that hook was more fun and interesting, given their stylistic choice of wearing the pink wigs. whereas it seemed for coca n butter, they felt like something was lacking (they showed something but it didn't feel they did.)

4. jessi - what type of xx (lachica) + nununa (holybang) + gucci (holybang). dance crews: holybang vs lachica

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtZzI11oyqc&ab_channel=MnetTV

winner: lachica. (this was the only battle where both crews came in v close pts. whereas for the other crews, there were huge point-gaps.) judges had a hard time choosing, sharing that for lachica they were more detail-oriented while holybang had better teamwork.

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imo, i agree with the judges' choices. though i would have to say i think wayb did their routine (doctor pepper) better than prowdmon. they stood out to me then, but when it came to the second part (hello bitches), prowdmon was better. i loved lachica's performance - it was v clean + reminded me of something a kpop group would do (which like, the crew largely works with kpop acts like chungha, boa's better, etc. so it makes sense).

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this was LONG. thank u if u do read it and post! i miss the kingdom "era" when u would post weekly reviews. the two are v different but this new mnet competition show is the only one i'm invested in. i'm not sure if it's big internationally? i know it is v popular in korea right now. while i've only seen i-fans talk about the show as it relates to chaeyeon (want) because she's an idol. - swf (streetwomanfighter) anon :]

omg this is so long and well organized, forget me writing reviews anon you should do it!! i'm not currently watching the full episodes but i've been catching the few clips that pop up in my youtube recommended occasionally, so i definitely don't have all the context but i'll take a crack at it!

ok so my assumption/from what i can tell, they have a bit of leeway to alter the competing group's choreo as needed to better suit numbers and formations. i also went and found the individual versions of these because why did they make them so small on the split screen, don't they know i'm old and wear glasses. also: MNET FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY STOP MOVING THE FUCKING CAMERA. WE DO NOT NEED SCROLLING VERTICAL BOOM SHOTS OF THIS. just keep the same lens at eye level it's really not that hard. this is like, one of the worst possible ways to shoot dance it is SO annoying. ok i'm done bitching about that let's go.

1. boa - ygx vs want i agree with the big point gap on this one, and i think want made a couple of choices that were not cohesive enough, and obviously they also got set up to fail by ygx. actually i think both groups made choices that were not particularly good, but ygx had more of the skills to back up what they were doing than want did. breaking is very difficult and requires a lot of upper body strength and a higher centre of gravity, which are two physical traits that are less common in women. personally i wouldn't have tried to break to better because although boa songs do have more of a beat than other idol music, it's still not at all the right type of music for breaking. it's gotta be fast, breakers rely on speed, because it's all about momentum; they're literally throwing themselves around the stage. here's the final from battle pro 2019 for example. the music is basically beats only; heavily lyric based music, like idol music, is bad for battling in general because there isn't a lot of consistency. i have more to say about this but i'm getting off track. basically by choosing to handicap the other team (because they don't have a bgirl at all) they shot their own bgirl in the foot because the song is too slow to properly show off her skills. i applaud want for making bold choices, like the hatwork and attempting the breaking, but ultimately when combined with their styling the performance looks disjointed. also they have some formation cohesion issues that make it look a bit like they'e struggling to keep up, even with their own choreo.

2. cl - prowdmon vs wayb i agree with the judges, i think prowdmon bodied the wayb choreo. i actually thought that was their choreo at first. they have the best presence that i've seen of all the groups and the performative "hard bitch" attitude fit in with their genre setting. wayb had several mistakes and synchronization issues that in my opinion made them look sloppy in comparision to prowdmon, who were sharper and had two more people to put into formations. 3. hyuna - hook vs coca n butter ok personally i don't like either of these choreos, but i'm agreeing with the judges here, i think hook's was the mildly more engaging. i can tell that they're very young and do mostly short form tiktok content because i see a lot of eye catching moves, but i don't see a lot of strong connective tissue between those moves. they have good ideas but they also really struggle with putting people into formation and balancing it out well. it doesn't help that they're a seven member crew going up against a four member one, so they have three extra people to figure out what to do with. there's a lot of empty space where there are members waiting in position for a group formation. it also doesn't help at all that they (mnet) appear to just be rawdogging the songs together without any kind of mixing, which is a huge detriment to groups that have to choreograph for two in their section. i'm not cool and lip and hip have two totally different feels and kudos to hook for at least trying to get them to at least visually be cohesive when mnet is go girl giving us nothing sonically. coca n butter has much more of an old school hip hop style, so putting these two up against each other was (probably a random lot draw) an interesting choice. personally i would have been more interested to see hook against want with the boa tracks and ygx against coca n butter with the hyuna tracks. however, i think the reason why coca n butter's stage felt like it was lacking is because they tried to emulate hyuna, without having the stage presence or the weirdness of hyuna. it feels like they're trying too hard and there isn't really any personal character in the piece, versus with hook, who embodied hyuna's weirdness a little more authentically and took a completely different direction. 4. jessi - lachica vs holybang lachica took this one easily, although their formations were a bit wonky for nununana, they covered it fairly well and i think they managed the best transition between songs (between nununana and gucci). they were sharper with good stage pictures and had a good gimmick with the double fringe on the gloves and hats. holy bang had some issues fitting their extra person into the what type of x choreo, but they did well with their own choreo. however, like with coca n butter and hook, because lachica took a new visual spin, this felt too derivative of jessi, so it wasn't that interesting for me to watch. i do think they are one of the groups on the stronger end of skills and presence. --- as far as visually what performances i liked the best, since would this even be a writeup by me if i didn't talk about design, here's a quick breakdown:

prowdmon - got some rudimentary setpieces, got a theme, got some fun variations on a uniform look; excellent for what i assume was limited budget capacity and also it's a dance crew show.

lachica - great continuity of effect in costuming with the fringe, and using the gloves as a mouth/lip effect was one of the most interesting choices of these routines.

hook - the pink wigs and the black latex on the checkered floor was a nice gimmick that was a bit of a nod to hyuna's weird without being too derivative. i'm not expecting a whole lot because these are dance crews but i think this was a decent amount of styling effort.

want - they made a bold choice with the hats and even though it didn't quite pay off for them i still respect it.

coca n butter/ygx/holybang/wayb - ygx and wayb did basic hip hop type styling and while it's absolutely fine, it's just boring. holybang went for a directly inspired jessi look, and although yes bodysuits, overall it wasn't that interesting either. coca n butter get props for doing a costume change and actually incorporating that into the choreo but it feels too much like it's trying to be hyuna weird with the caution tape strapped over their tits and asses.

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as a final note/question to you, my lovely invested swf anon, what's the format of the show? are there stages like this every episode to review? if these were from the fourth one only, is there anything worth me reviewing in the first three? i'm not particularly interested in the aggressive competitive nature of the show and editing so i don't particularly want to watch the full two hour episodes, but if you think it's worthwhile for me to review stuff then i will. otherwise if there's a set structure (like with kingdom) i can seek out the stages specifically and review them if i know what i'm looking for.

[leejungchans]

facts about juliet.

trigger warning: mentions of depression, anxiety and disordered eating

(a/n: please let me make it very clear that i do not support the glorification or romanticisation of mental illnesses. the reason why i write characters who deal with mental illnesses/disordered eating is because i struggle with them too, i know how real and scary they are to live with, and writing these characters helps me cope as well as to express some aspects of my real life. more importantly, if you are going through something, please talk to someone you trust, or send in an ask to vent if you want to. i promise you that help is out there, and things will get better. please stay safe, take care, and i love you.)

#INTERESTS AND HABITS;

She likes jogging, jumping rope and doing Pilates.

She enjoys horror movies but still gets scared.

She has a lot of interest in fashion and makeup, and likes to dress stylishly.

Juliet also likes Harry Potter.

She likes her food very spicy, but she tries not to have really spicy food during comebacks and promotions to avoid affecting her voice.

One of Juliet’s hobbies is photography. She also likes to take photos with her film camera as she loves the aesthetic of it.

She likes memes a lot, and enjoys seeing those of herself, her members and her friends in the industry. She also has a secret account on Twitter, so she is quite up-to-date on jokes within the fandom.

#MISC.;

She was born on June 6, 2001 at 23:28 in Sydney, making her big three Gemini (sun sign), Sagittarius (moon sign), and Pisces (rising sign).

When she is embarrassed, her ears turn red very quickly.

According to the others, Juliet can be clumsy sometimes, but she is also viewed as one of the smartest and wittiest members, and is known as the “language expert” in ATEEZ.

Like the boys, Juliet is very competitive.

Part of ATEEZ’s “demon line” 😼

Juliet falls asleep easily and is a heavy sleeper; she can sleep through loud noises and fall asleep anywhere.

She tears up and cries very easily.

She is quite introverted but also likes to make new friends. Like Yeosang, her MBTI is ISFJ.

Juliet is said to be extremely scary when angry, though she very rarely loses her temper and has a lot of patience.

When she’s frustrated, she usually subconsciously pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue (ATINYs find this habit very attractive)

Though she tries not to show it, Juliet gets frightened easily. She jumps whenever fireworks or confetti cannons at shows go off, so she has to cover her ears before they happen.

She has a fear of butterflies (lepidopterophobia).

She has been suffering from depression, anxiety and disordered eating since her trainee days at SM. Aside from her family, only the boys and KQ know.

She is ambidextrous. She writes with her right hand but usually holds utensils with her left.

According to the members and fans, Juliet eats like a hamster/chipmunk and stores food in her cheeks as she eats. The boys sometimes call her “chipmunk” as a result. Her other nickname, “koala”, comes from the boys claiming she looks like one when she sleeps.

When Juliet doesn’t have schedules, she prefers wearing her glasses instead of contacts.

To support the Polished Man campaign, she asks the nail artists to paint one of her nails a different colour from the rest, and tries to coordinate nail polish colours with Hongjoong.

Her voice is deeper when she speaks in English, French and Spanish, and quieter and higher-pitched in Korean.

Like Wooyoung, Juliet attended Hanlim Multi Art School. She was in the department of Applied Music with Somi, the two are thus very close.

The other members baby her a lot and are very protective of her.

If she didn’t become an idol, she would’ve studied to become a veterinarian.

She helps with the lyrics and choreographies in some of ATEEZ’s songs. She wants to learn to compose and produce songs.

She gets emotional every time she sings “THANK U”.

Her custom mic is hot pink.

In the dorm, she has her own room.

She cooks a lot in the dorm.

When ATEEZ is on breaks, she spends her time exercising, learn other groups’ choreographies, watching YouTube videos, dramas or Netflix, drawing and painting, reading, and playing on her Switch.

On ATEEZ’s official YouTube channel, her series is called “JULIET’S ARCHIVE”, where she makes crafts, cooks and does song or dance covers.

She is part of K-pop’s “Aussie line”.

She is still close with Yeri from Red Velvet and many members of NCT as she trained with them when she was a trainee at SM. She is also close to Somi, the members from ITZY and Stray Kids.

She is a fan of artists such as TWICE, Stray Kids, SEVENTEEN, EXO, The Boyz, TXT, ITZY, NCT, BTS, Red Velvet, MAMAMOO, BLACKPINK, LOONA, Eric Nam, IU, HyunA, Chungha and Sunmi. awjkshwis the multi life 😔

Her role models are Rosé and Lisa from BLACKPINK, Seulgi from Red Velvet, Taeyeon, Hani from EXID, Sunmi and Chungha.