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sungjinhos · 11 months ago

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✷ There is a before and after you when the subject is Seokmin.

✷ genre: Angst, Break Up. Non-Linear Narrative. sad and angry

✷ word count: 4716

✷ featuring: Yoon Jeonghan, one (1) Hoshi mention, two (2) Jeon wonwoo mention, two (2) seungcheol mention, three (3) vernon mention

✷ thea’s note: hey y'all i've been m.i.a. because 1 - phd is kicking my ass but i am pretty sure now I can conduct a poli sci experiment, and 2 - i've been having the time of my life writing a book with an actual plot (i cried this week because of it)(i wrote this fic in 4 hours because i've been writing this book for months and i needed to end something). but yeah!! pretty great!!! here is some heartbreaking fic for you!!! Also go listen to Niki - oceans and engenes while reading this ♥

Saturday sunset We're lying on my bed with five hours to go Fingers entwined and so were our minds

[Year one]

Saturdays were your new holy days.

If you started a new religion, Saturdays would be the day that would be saved and cherished. All because Saturdays started and ender in Seokmin’s arms.

It was like a clockwork. After your last Friday class – which happened to be a whole 2hours on Justice and a senior professor babbling about John Rawls when you much preferred Iris Young and her feminist critic, you would walk for thirty minutes in the outskirts of your campus until you reached your boyfriend's tiny apartment. He shared with three other dudes – Mingyu, Minghao, and Vernon. He got the smallest room, yet, in that cubicle was perfect.

“What are you thinking?” His hoarse voice rang in your ears, he drank too much (it was Jeonghan’s birthday, weird it would be if he didn’t drink his weight in alcohol) and was one step away from reaching REM sleep.

“Nothing,” you say, your fingers reaching his hair while his face is tucked on your neck.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” Seokmin grumbles, with every breath and every word his lips brush against your neck.

“I just really like Saturdays,” you want to say I like our Saturdays, I like spending all day with you, I hope we could spend all days like we spend our Saturdays.

“Me too,” he says hugging your tightly on his arms, and you hope he is saying he too want to spend all days with you.

Crying, I don't want you to go You wiped away tears But not fears under the still and clear indigo You said: Baby, don't cry, we'll be fine

[Year four]

“Why are you crying?” Seokmin asks with a smile so bright on his face that it hurts on your ribcage.

“Because this sucks,” being away from you sucks, it is what you want to say but the guilty is something that doesn’t go well with your boyfriend.

“Baby,” Seokmin almost laughs, “it is just three hours on a train.” He says, his fingertips brushing away your tears, “We can handle that, just three hours away.”

He says and you want to believe him, but when his voice shakes you just hold him closer, your grip tight on his white shirt and you almost want to crawl under it. Living under his ribcage is the only way possible. To share the same air, is the only way you know how to live.

“You are acting like you don’t believe me,” he says, his arms around you, “should I be worried that my girlfriend is acting like we are on the verge of a breakup?”

Yes is the word that gets stuck in your throat.

“We talked about that, come on, we even got into the masters we wanted, this is the best-case scenario. It is just a four-hour trip we can take turns and all that.”

“Four hours,” you repeat more to you than to him, in a way trying to understand why he is so calm and collected about not spending his hours with you. Four hours. Four hours seems like a whole life away. Four hours you could cross the earth in four hours.

You're the one thing I swear I can't outgrow My mother said the younger me was a pretending prodigy Well, nothing then much has changed

[Year one]

You don’t know how you met Seokmin. Really, the memory is just not there. You don’t know who is the missing link, it must be Jeonghan because Jeonghan knows everyone. You were a humanities girly you don’t know why you are in the company of biology undergraduates and people who want to be doctors.

“So, that’s the plan,” Seokmin says with a bright smile on his face, “I think working in the Intensive Care Unit would be a blast you know, I thought about working with kids but that just breaks my heart.”

“And ICU doesn’t break your heart?” You ask taking a sip of your mocha, you two have been studying in the library for the past four hours you need a sugar pick-up.

“It kinda does,” his smiles falter, “but like, people in the ICU need someone to look after them you know, too much time in that bed, and people who don’t breathe on their own need special care.”

“Well,” you take another sip of your mocha and you almost spit the coffee when you finally notice Seokmin’s big eyes on you, “I think you can do it, you would be great at it.”

“Really?” his sounds so hopeful you want to say to him that yes, you can do everything you set your mind in to, you are that special.

“Yes, I think you would be great,” you will be great at everything, “besides, dealing with kid is fine but dealing with their parents sounds like a nightmare,” you groan.

Seokmin laughs so loud you swear it fills all the empty space in the café, there is no corner where he isn’t. There is no place in your soul he hasn’t touched. You are so doomed, that this crush will kill you.

'Cause while you're wolfing down liquor My soul, it gets sicker But I'm sticking to the screenplay Gotta say I'm okay

[Year six]

You try one more time. Your dial the number again hoping your boyfriend picks up because it is fucking cold outside and because you are afraid he is fucking dead in a ditch somewhere.

After the third ring a voice that is very much not your boyfriend’s pick up.

“Hey,” Jeonghan says and he sounds so fucking guilty you don’t know how to make up your mind.

“Something happened?”

“No?”

“Jeonghan what is going on?”

“Nothing?”

“Nothing happened?” You look around the train station, and it is almost empty.

“I mean your boyfriend is wasted and can’t pick up his phone and this call woke me up and I was having a great night of sleep you know how I am I don’t get enough sleep so nothing beyond that I don’t even know why his phone is so loud-“

“Because he was supposed to pick me up,” you say breathing loudly holding your backpack up and walking towards the nearest exit.

“Pick you up?“

“Yes, it is my week, but I guess he can’t pick me up so if you just stay awake until I arrive it would be great, or hide the keys somewhere I don’t know.”

“Shit,” Jeonghan mumbles and you can hear that he is moving around, “do you want me to wake him up?”

“No,” you say already singling for a taxi. It feels like you just ate a bone that is now sitting in your throat, “no, don’t wake him up, I just don’t have anywhere else to go so-“

“No, of course, I will wait for you don’t worry.”

But answer this, babe

How is it now that somehow you're a strangеr? You were mine just yеsterday

[Year eight]

It is Jeonghan’s birthday.

It is Jeonghan’s birthday and you are in town because there is this global climate event in the same week. It is Jeonghan’s birthday and he knows you are in town because you are one of the panelists and the event shared a post on your Instagram. It is Jeonghan’s birthday and you are entering his birthday party and you can feel your brain almost leak through your ears.

And like fate is against you – because it is, fate hates you – you see Seokmin before you ever see Jeonghan. His eyes meet yours and he almost doubles check, and before he pretends you are a ghost of his past life Jeonghan screams your name and makes you enter the restaurant when you want to just walk through the door.

“You really came,” Jeonghan says, “I was about to crash your event and say fossil fuel is a good thing until they let me talk to you.”

“Yeah,” you say making yourself smile, “that’s why I came I don’t think someone claiming to be a nepo baby with Shell company trust fund in his name would help my career.”

“A man needs to do what he needs to do to make a woman appear,” Jeonghan says wisely.

Jeonghan introduces you to his friends, a few new ones that you have no idea where they met – a weird guy named Hoshi, a tall lanky guy in black who goes by Wonwoo, a broad guy with dimples that is complaining about the restaurant service that is named Seungcheol. A few old ones that you once knew, Vernon still the same you think – sometimes too lost in himself, but always too sweet, Seokmin – not the same you think, Seokmin is the one on this table that you don’t have idea who this person is. Seokmin, you think, is a stranger to you now, after a year or two, you no nothing about him. You don’t know his schedule, you don’t know about the last restaurant he got addicted to, you don’t know what is going on his life.

I prayed the block in my airway dissipates And instead deters your airplane's way But heaven denied Destiny decried Something beautiful died Too soon

[Year Six]

“It is really important to me,” Seokmin says his voice muffled on the phone. You stare at his picture on the screen – his big smile, his eyes scrunched, his hair all over the place.

“So you are not coming this week?”

“Can we skip? I can go in two weeks so you don’t have to come I know how much you hate the train.”

“I don’t hate the train,” you grumble, “is just the hours don’t match up so I have to wait for the last train, and then is not always great to get a taxi at three am when all the taxi drivers might be potential fuckers.”

“I am sorry ok?” Seokmin breathes and you almost bite your own tongue, “why can’t you let it go?”

Because I am still angry, you want to say but you are so fucking tired of those fights, maybe that’s why you are still angry because it is always over the phone, never in person, he never sees the aftermath of it. He never sees you suffering.

“I mean, whatever works for you, really, this week, in two weeks, if you don’t want to come this month it is also great like it is already august maybe we should save it till Christmas, it is not a big deal.”

You leash it out before you hang up on his face.

But I'm letting go I'm giving up the ghost But don't get me wrong I'll always love you

[Year one]

It is your third or fourth time on Seokmin’s bed, under his sheets. There is a layer of sweat between your body but is not like you two care. Your fingers drawn little constellations in his skin, trailing against his spots. One in the middle of his chest, one in his ribs, one in his collar bones. You want to know every single one, you want to create a path – a route. Thinking that maybe, if you remember every single one of them, if you know where to turn, you will always find home. Home, the one on his cheeks, your favorite one.

“You know I love you right?” Seokmin asks his hand on your nape.

Your breath hitches. Stuck on your lungs. Yes, you think. And I love you just as much, I love you so much that the mere idea of not loving you seems unfathomable, I love you so much that I forgot who I was before loving you. But kissing him is easier, and when his lips are on yours you pray for all the gods to make him understand every unspoken word.

That's why I wrote you this very last song I guess this is where we say goodbye I know I'll be alright Someday I'll be fine But just not tonight (oh)

[Year two]

“You know you are my favorite person in the world, right?” You ask your boyfriend who just gives you a bright smile.

He is sitting by your side in the living room of his shared apartment, it is February and it is the middle of the semester, and yet, Seokmin proudly told you that he got his greatest gift ever – a weekend without his roommates and a week off dishes duty. There is a cake – small, strawberry, with candles on it, on the table and you two are waiting for the clock to hit twelve o’clock so you two can celebrate his birth.

“No,” he says, a pout on his face, “I really have no idea, you don’t tell me enough.”

“That’s not the truth,” you grumble, and you think it might be the truth because you are not really good with words but you are sure that your boyfriend is just overreacting.

“Come on, tell me.” He says while he kisses your cheeks, “it is my birthday you can’t tell me no.”

“It is not your birthday yet.”

“Come on,” he pouts again, “please? As a birthday gift.”

“I already brought your gift and it is better than this.”

“Nothing is better than hearing you saying I am your favorite person ever,” he says his hands on your waist, his leg flushed on your back when he sits facing the side of your face.

He sounds so earnest that you give him what he wants, just because it is his birthday, just because it is a special day. “I love you, you are the most special person ever, every day I thank your mother before I go to bed because she put the most special guy in the world and even though it is your birthday I am the one that received the most special gift that is sharing my life with you, and every day is a bless with you baby,” you say watching his smile grows bigger, “happy?”

“The happiest,” he tells you.

“Come on, we need to light the candles,” you say watching the clock hit.

Plunging into all kinds of diversions Like blush wine and sonorous soirées But even with gin and surgin' adrenaline I see you're all that can intoxicate

[Year seven]

“It is weird, isn’t it?” Seokmin’s voice rings in your ears while you look through the window of the restaurant, watching the car dance on the street under the moonlight.

“What?” You ask and it sounds inaudible even to your own ears, your voice small like you are hoping he is not talking to you.

“Us,” Seokmin says like he still believes in this world there is an us, “in the same place like this, is weird, I don’t even know what to say to you.”

“Hm”, you hum trying to say something and not being incredibly bitchy about everything because you are the one that doesn’t belong, Seokmin is always here, you are the one who isn’t. Jeonghan is more his friend than yours, “I think it is bound to be weird, I think it would be worse if we acted like nothing happened.”

“Right,” he says taking one more sip of his beer.

You almost laugh. Maybe you still know Seokmin because when his eyes lock in yours again you know that you said the very same thing he didn’t want to hear.

It feels like you are polar opposites.

Oceans and engines You're skilled at infringin' on great love affairs 'Cause now my heart's home All I've known is long gone and ten thousand miles away And I'm not okay

[Year six]

When your phone rings for the third time Seokmin’s photo lights up the whole room. Your tears feel cold against your face. And you take another sip of your cheap and all not that great wine. It has been three days since you spoke with Seokmin, but it is the first day that you can cry and break down and suffer.

It was a dick fucking move. He broke up with you over a phone call. Dick move. Worse, he broke up with you over a phone call in the worst week ever – finals week. You had three articles due – one on authoritarian governments, one on gender studies and political participation of women, and one on fossil fuel and climate policies. You had already brought a train ticket. You have already chosen a restaurant to celebrate surviving the first year of going long distance.

You gulp down another sip of your wine, maybe you should drink from the bottle.

You told him that going long distance was insane. You told him it would never work out. It was a three hours train ride he said. You two could make it work he said, you two could conquer all he said. And he broke up with you over a phone call – not even a video call, a phone call like people did in the 90s. A phone call to tell you that it was too hard, that it was too complicated, that he was tired and you too were fighting too much.

A phone call to tell you that maybe this isn’t working.

But I'm letting go I'm giving up the ghost But don't get me wrong I'll always love you that's why I wrote you this very last song I guess this is where we say goodbye I know I'll be alright But just not

[Year seven]

You are explaining Wonwoo – a soon-to-be cardiologist, and Vernon – still unsure about his future but maybe psychiatry, what a carbon footprint is. And how capitalism will lead the earth to its collapse. Small talk. Seungcheol don’t really knows how the world will work if capitalism is dethroned as the only one system in the world that even worked – according to himself. Everything is ok. Is not at all great because you can physically feel Seokmin’s eyes on you, until he gets up the table and acts like he is not interrupting the table’s conversation;

“Hey, can we talk?”

You look around waiting for someone say sure and get up the table until every eye is on you. No, we can’t fucking talk, you want to bite. No, I don’t ever want to talk to you, I actually prefer smack my head against every surface on this place before talking to you, you want to say. But instead, you just say “Sure.”

You follow Seokmin’s steps until the two of you cross the streets and sit in a bench. He sits staring at the sea, his shoes on the sand and you ask yourself if you want to get your shoes full of sand or ruin them. The answer is no. But facing the opposite way – the streets, the restaurant, facing Jeonghan sitting in the restaurant with his neck strained to watch your every move is not an option. So you take your shoes off before sitting on his side.

“What are we doing?” Seokmin asks when you finally sit. He is still looking forward, and you don’t know if it is the moon, if it is longing, if it still the love buried under your chest, but he still looks good. His nose still big and straight, his lips still full, his eyes so clear.

“I don’t know,” you tell him.

“No, really what we are doing?” He asks you finally looking at you and it hits you like a truck.

“I really don’t know Seokmin,” You tell him, “I don’t have a fucking clue, for the past year or so I don’t know what I am doing with my own life, let alone what I am doing right now, talking with my fucking ex on a fucking beach in a city we have never been on,” you say and you know you sound bitter but with the years you learned it was always better to tell him everything than to bite down your tongue.

“That bad hun?” He says taking a sip of his bear.

“The worst,” you look at him again, his eyes on the sea.

“It hadn’t been great either,” he says blinking slowly, his eyes still bright as the moon, “I mean, on my side, it hadn’t been great either.”

“I am sorry,” it is your time to look at the sea – so vast, so big, so dark, “I am really sorry, but half of it might be my prayers to the gods.”

You hear Seokmin chuckle, it is bitter and you hate it. You miss him so much that you will pray for the gods again – to erase him from your mind, to make your heart go back to its normal state and size, to make you go to yourself before Seokmin has laid his finger on you.

“Well,” Seokmin offers you his beer, “I can’t say I wasn’t angry either, we are a piece of work, aren’t we?”

We, it rings on your ears, we, us, does these pronouns even make sense to be used when the subject is Seokmin and you? In your vain hope, you say it doesn’t you say it can’t be used. You want to make a new grammar rule. You want to create an exception. When, Seokmin and you, are in the picture the pronouns we and us cannot be used, and if you are being bitter mine and my as well as ours are forbidden.

But you are afraid that will always be something you used to share in this life.

“What the fuck are we doing right now Seokmin?” Is your time to ask.

“I don’t have a fucking idea,” he says, “I just hate how things end up with us I guess, I really thought we were it you know,” his feet press on the sand making the tip of his shoes go under it, “I really thought we would make it through everything, and I hate myself that we didn’t, and this past year has been hell.” He chuckles the bitter sound again, how can a laugh be so fucking humorless?

“It was me,” he looks at you face all serious, stern, all hard angles and pointy shapes, “it was me who saw that you would be in town, I have been keeping tabs, fuck I even call your mom every week and I’m pretty sure she pitties me which is fucking insane because she could just tell me not to call but she tells me what is going on, she sent me pics of your brother’s kid and I know he would be pissed at that because I know he hates my guts,” when you feel the tears drip down your chest you know it is too late.

Tonight was the first time I stared into seas of beguiling sepia two years ago And the first time I learned real world superpowers lived in three words, they revitalize my fraying bones Now what do you do when your pillar crumbled down You've lost all solid ground Both dreams and demons drowned

[Year three]

“We can pick the same schools,” Seokmin says while doing the only thing you hate – chewing his food way too loudly.

“Right, because our dream programs happen to be in the same university,” you say picking up a new slice of your side of the pizza – chicken, he hates it. Seokmin’s half is pepperoni, which you always steal a slice because you love pepperoni, and you love chicken, you love all types of pizza that don’t include fruit.

“I mean,” he puts down his slice when he opens his mouth to have another bite when you give him the most furious look ever. “Sorry,” he says his voice small, “We can try all the universities in the region? Of course, we have our dream picks, and okay we don’t really need to give up on that if we get in, but we can try more options just to be sure and try to get into programs in the same regions?”

“What if we get into our number one pick and we are like ten hours away?” You ask breathing deeply. It hurts just to think about it. It feels like the ceiling is too low and it is crushing your spine.

“A lot of phone calls,” Seokmin says, mouth fool of pizza again, “I think we can ask Jeonghan a loan or two. He can be our Shark, his interest rates might include a lung or a kidney, he may ask for a brain to train for his surgeries, but I mean it will be worth it.”

And this void's all you've found And doubts light it aglow I have so many questions But I'm pouring them into the ocean And I'm starting up my engine

[Year one]

The first time Seokmin kissed you was in Jeonghan’s kitchen.

You think the sink is full, and there are more cups on the kitchen table than people in his house, but nothing really matters when Seokmin’s lips find yours and you can feel his lips stretching out on a smile.

“Can we get the hell out of here?” Seokmin asks, his body pressing yours against a wall, his hand on your waist and neck and why you want to ask him, why you want to leave? Right here is perfect there is no other place I rather be.

“We can go to my place,” he says, his lips kissing the skin where your neck and shoulder met, “I mean all the boys are right here so we can have the apartment to ourselves.”

“Right now?” You ask but really what you want to say is Right now? Move? Getting out of your embrace? Stopping this?

“Yeah, it is like three blocks away,” Seokmin chuckles and you ask yourself if you said all that out loud.

“Okay,” you say, your hand getting under the collar of his shirt and touching his back – your hand trying to touch more of his skin, maybe if you spread your fingers you can touch more of his.

And I'm letting go I'm givin' up your ghost It's come to a close I marked the end with this last song I wrote I'm letting go This is the last falsetto I'll ever sing to you My great lost love

[Year seven]

You know it is a mistake.

And you know you would do this mistake over and over again when you smell his sheets. He still uses the same fabric softener. He still uses the same cologne. He still is the Seokmin that you used to know, the Seokmin you once loved. He is still the same.

The problem is that you don’t know if you are.

You don’t know if you are the same person that he once loved.

“What are you thinking?” He asks in your ear, low. You love his voice, still the same. His thumb traces over your lips.

You trace his mole with your finger – heart, ribcage, collarbones. Home. How can home be so far away? How can be home a place you cannot return?

“What is going on in your mind?” He asks again, his legs interwind with yours, his hand splayed on your back.

That we fucked up, you want to say, that we shouldn’t have done this, is the other option, that I will cry all over again, that I will ache in all the places that I thought I’ve healed, that I will miss you all the same, that I am back on square one. That I don’t know if I can ever love someone like I loved you, like I still love you, like I will love you. That I will carry this love till I die because you were once a part of my life and it will always have a before and after you in my life. That now I am thinking about taking you to meet my niece, I want to see her grow on your side, I want you in my life and this last year has been unbearable, I think death will be kinder and softer than this year has been. You want to say all that but you don’t think you can do so without crying.

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ateez-himari · 6 months ago

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Hi bb!!!!! How are you doing? I hope you're not overly exhausted from work and uni, you deserve to rest💓💓🙏

As usual I had some questionssss and I desperately needed to send you them 🤭

1.has mimi ever produced for any of the bts members, and has she ever collabed with them? Cause I've recently been obsessing over heart on the window-jin ft.Wendy🌸🌸 and I was wondering if she's ever collabed with him or the others

2.have fans ever shipped mimi with another member before her and mingi went public, cause ik for sure it would be san😪

3.can hima produce/write a song in a short time? Cause I remember one time it was revealed that yoongi wrote tomorrow in the hospital in like less than 50 minutes😌

4.according to kprofiles, what rank is hima in, in terms of being the bias of atiny

5.is there a person that hima opened up to, or revealed a secret to and later on regreted doing so?

6.take this cause you've been driving me crazy, and It might help with the Coachella drabble🫣🫣

love you bb mwah🤭💓💓

Hi sweet!! I've been very tired lately but I just had my last lecture, which means that now I only have to focus on studying for exams so overall I'm okay! 🩷 Unfortunately they have me working longer hours now because of the holidays but hey it just means more money for ATEEZ photocards 😉 I'm resting whenever I can (mainly when I update this blog) so I'm alright!

• Hima produced 'Golden' for Jungkook, 'Layover' for Taehyung, 'Set me Free Pt. 2 & Face Off - Face' for Jimin, 'Lonely, Wildflower & Still Life - Indigo' for/with RM, 'Hope On The Street Vol. 1' with J-Hope, 'Another level - Happy' for Jin and released the single 'Pray' with Agust D

She collaborated with J-Hope and Jungkook on 'i wonder...', Taehyung on 'Rainy Days' and Jimin on 'Alone' (though the remaining members plan on having at least one song with her). Side Info; Her name isn't in the album credits aside from the title tracks by her own choice so these songs didn't transfer to her KOMCA account

• She's actually had quite a few popular ships during her career; Jungkook, Taehyung (yeah...idk they just had to breathe next to each other), Mingyu (although they were on to something 🤭), Wonwoo (they were seen around together a lot), Hyunjin and San (people are surprisingly still questioning it)

• This creative girl most definitely can, these are the 3 she's written the fastest (that includes producing the demo); Slow Dancing (V) - 1:13H, Silver Light (ATEEZ) - 55Mins, Heaven (Taemin) - 51Mins

• She used to be dead last for a few years but now that she's become more confident with her on-stage and off-stage self, she's moved up to 6th!

• When KQ transferred her to Jongho's high school she made quite a few non-trainee friends and got comfortable enough to show her scars (even in summer she would hide them with a sweater), but surely enough exaggerated rumors started circulating rather quickly. Nowadays she has very few non-idol friends (she was a lonely child so she already didn't have many friends and non really transferred over to adult life)

• Oh...I see...so Mr. Song Mingi thinks we're sane...BECAUSE I'M NOT (also his newest Instagram post...STOOOOP, CUT IT OUT, ENOUGH)

I always love receiving your questions idhwnfkrf, love you Mina!!! MWAHH 😘🩷

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc #himaask

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yuzukult · 2 years ago

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i know you probably have so much to do but do you ever plan on writing another mingyu fic?

i do !! eventually !! i sorta have these fics in line if you’re interested in getting a glimpse — but it’s mostly why i haven’t written anything mingyu as of recent!

- ybny ofc (scoups) - series

- crush (wonwoo) - series

- untitled but saved as attention / indigo (vernon)

- jun fic with a sad ending i’m sorry

last two fics i plan to be a one shot!! as much as i love mingyu enjoy writing for mingyu i do wanna get a chance to dabble in fics for other members hehe

#replies

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seokmingiggles · 4 years ago

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lan’s masterlist.

• as of feb 21/22 •

• f: fluff; a: angst; s: suggestive; h: humour • • gn: gender neutral reader; r: requested •

• ♥︎ : readers’ top three; ♠︎ : personal top three; ✦ : most recent three •

an asterisk (*) denotes an outdated fic that i am planning on revising to match my current style of writing & editing.

all of my works feature a member x reader pairing.

i do not permit any of my writing to be distributed elsewhere.

if any links do not work, please let me know! likewise, if any of my tags seem inaccurate—in particular, my gn tag.

𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗.

• the teacup collection. (a separate masterlist) ♥︎ → all members, a series of drabbles.

✎ choi seungcheol

• 5:18 pm → f, gn, idol!au. » 0.68k, a timestamp.

✎ yoon jeonghan

• 2:12 am ♥︎ → f, gn, idol!au. » 0.8k, a timestamp.

✎ joshua hong

• red velvet. → f, s(?), h, gn, r. » 1.10k, a drabble. • nothing else in the world. → f, a(?), gn, r. » 0.9k, part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles. • 11:11 pm ✦ → f, gn, guardian angel!au. » 0.54k, a timestamp.

✎ wen junhui

• even if the world is cold. → f to a, gn, r, royalty!au. » 1.85k, part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles.

✎ kwon soonyoung

• solace ‘till morning. ♠︎ → f, a(?), gn, r. » 1.07k, part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles.

✎ jeon wonwoo

pink lemonade skies. ♥︎ → f, gn, r, college!au, f2l. » 1.85k, a drabble.

✎ lee jihoon

• a confirmation.* → f. » 1.78k, a one-shot. • clematis. → f, gn, r, college!au. » 1.04k, part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles.

✎ lee seokmin

• transmarinus. ♠︎ → f, a, mermaid!au. » 6.03k, a one-shot. • now i forget you. → a, gn. » 0.7k, a drabble.

• 11:15 pm ✦ → f, gn, idol!au. » 1.07k, a timestamp.

✎ kim mingyu

• be your enemy. ♠︎ → a, gn, r, assassin!au. » 3.05k, a one-shot from part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles.

✎ xu minghao

• the human equivalent of a cup of tea. → a to f, gn. » 1.0k, a drabble.

✎ boo seungkwan

• in winter, you met him.* [currently undergoing revisions] → a, f, post-apocalyptic!au. » 10.2k, a one-shot.

✎ vernon chwe

smoke signals. → s, a to f, gn. » 2.34k, a oneshot.

𝚋𝚝𝚜.

✎ min yoongi

• comfortable.* → f, r. » 1.96k, a one-shot. • powdered sugar. → f, r. » 1.85k, a one-shot. • earmuffs. → f, gn. » 1.18k, a drabble. • indigo. → f, gn, r. » 0.88k, part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles.

✎ jung hoseok

• what kind of future.* → f, gn, r. » 2.84k, a one shot. • i’ll be there. → a to f, gn, r, college!au. » 0.87k, a drabble.

✎ kim namjoon

• on cerulean tides.* → a to f, r, idol!au. » 3.04k, a one-shot. • sunday. → f, gn, r, neighbour!au. » 0.54k, a bulleted scenario.

✎ park jimin

• imperfect. → f, gn, r, idol!au. » 0.62k, a bulleted scenario.

✎ kim taehyung

• peonies. → f, gn. » 2.36k, a one-shot. • love’s death. → a, gn, r. » 0.68k, part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles.

✎ jeon jungkook

• soft. → f, gn, r, idol!au. » 0.53k, a bulleted scenario. • rainbow. → a, f, soulmate!au. » 5.96k, a one-shot. • these days. → a, gn, r. » 0.73k, a drabble. • with a smile on your face. ✦ → f, gn, r. » 0.95k, part of my 3-month anniversary lyric-inspired drabbles.

𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜.

(i currently have 6 drabbles requested.) → yjh, hjs, kmg, bsk // myg, jjk

coming next:

✎ boo seungkwan

• in winter, you met him. (the revised version) → a, f, h(?), gn, post-apocalyptic!au. » 11.4k, a one-shot.

••

#seventeen #seventeen x reader #bts #bts x reader #yoon jeonghan x reader #joshua hong x reader #kwon soonyoung x reader #lee jihoon x reader #lee seokmin x reader #xu minghao x reader #boo seungkwan x reader #kim seokjin x reader #min yoongi x reader #jung hoseok x reader #kim namjoon x reader #park jimin x reader #kim taehyung x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #masterlist

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Tall Hot Boyfie and His Tall Hot Friend | k.m.g | k.s.w

Summary: Your boyfriend has been neglecting you for long enough, and you decide to take things into your own hands. Is it your fault that your boyfriend’s very attractive colleague is there the night you decide to do so?

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2106 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader x Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP, smut

Content Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Smut Warnings: Kissing, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), finger, rough sex (sorta), squirting, overstimulation, cum eating, very, very brief m x m. Spanking, like once, dirty talk.

Authors Note 1: Thank you so much to @hwasangelbaby for beta'ing this 💕 Authors Note 2: Look, wbk how bad I am down for Mingyu, but Rowoon--I blame Tomorrow and Destined For You, and in general my love for tall hot men. So this fic happened. Also, I repurposed an old fic to make this heh.

Tagging a few lovlies: @dejavernon, @gyuwoncheol @smileysuh @duhnova @kmgkmg

Cross Posted on AO3

It was the fourth night in a row when your boyfriend cancelled on you at the last minute. You couldn't be too mad either, being the CEO of the most prestigious banks in Seoul. Kim Seokwoo had a lot of work, and while you usually were patient, you had run out.

Aside from merely missing dates, he last touched you nearly two weeks ago. Every night he got home, you wanted nothing more than to ask him to fuck you and make you beg for more, scream his name and shiver from overstimulation.

Except he looked so exhausted from work you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to fuck you senseless.

“Baby girl, not now. Daddy's too tired” was the same response you'd been getting for at least two weeks.

You'd been patient, but two weeks was too long, and you needed him. You were done being understanding. You needed him and needed him now, and you weren't taking no for an answer.

You even offered to take care of him, you just wanted to touch him and sink to your knees and take his cock in your mouth and make him cum, but he shook off your advances.

“Yes, Mr. Kim, I understand what you're saying, but it's just getting ridiculous that I must explain to the board why I'm making decisions. I'm the fucking CEO.” You heard Seokwoo bellow downstairs.

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you went downstairs to the living room, where you saw your boyfriend wearing a black suit with his sleeves rolled up and exposing his tanned and toned arms.

His tie was loosened and just dangling loosely around his neck. You shook your head; you came downstairs to find out what your boyfriend had so worked up. Instead, his appearance got you flustered.

“Listen to me. Your arrogance is why the board doesn't trust you. Yes, you are the CEO, but you cannot ignore the presence of the board. They are there to help you.” The voice belonged to a man you could only describe as ungodly handsome. His stern gaze and delicate features made you swoon.

You were a loyal girlfriend, and no one could ever doubt it. You and Seokwoo had your indulgences, and a threesome was on the list of things you both wanted to try yet never had an opportunity to do so, and this beautiful man in front of you was making your head swirl and fueling your wildest dreams.

The thought of your boyfriend fucking you, making you beg, and while you were sucking off this handsome stranger's cock, made you feel lightheaded.

“Mingyu-” Seokwoo started to say.

Oh wow, a beautiful name for a handsome man, you thought.

“Listen, take a break. We can discuss this; let's have a drink. The three of us discuss this calmly.” Mingyu stated calmly, and you realised you had been noticed.

“Three of us?” Seokwoo questions, keeping his back to you.

“I believe that is your beautiful girlfriend; you talk about her a lot. It wasn't hard to identify her.” Mingyu casually said. His confidence and calmness stirred something in you.

“Baby? You know better than to interrupt my meetings,” Seokwoo said sternly, his eyebrow cocking as he expressed his displeasure at you interrupting your meeting.

Typically, you would apologise and accept your punishment later on.

Not tonight.

You didn't know whether it was the lack of intimacy, the handsome stranger or your boyfriend, but you would not be a good girl. You weren't going to behave. You were going to be a brat, and fuck, if Mingyu wanted to watch or join, he could.

“And you know better than to leave your girlfriend alone for two weeks and not touch her,” you stated calmly and confidently.

Both men looked shocked for a split second. Seokwoo recovered with a gaze that you only saw when you disobeyed him. Mingyu, on the other hand, got up from his relaxed position on the sofa and extended a hand out to you.

“Hyung, do I need to teach you everything? I understand you see me as your advisor, but I thought you were more than capable of caring for your lady?” Mingyu teased as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You were at a loss for words but kept a poker face. Seokwoo, on the other hand, got visibly more annoyed, his jaw clenched.

“Mingyu, I can take care of her just fine.” He spoke back, gritting his teeth.

“Really? Is that why I haven't had your dick inside me for the last two weeks? Is that why your baby girl had to use her fingers to cum?” You responded while smirking. You didn't know where this newfound sense of boldness came from, but god, did you love it.

“I believe Mingyu said we should all drink together, so let's do that. It's the least you can do for not fucking me, Daddy,” you said, making Seokwoo hiss in annoyance.

“Wow! Hyung, you got yourself a bratty one, didn't you?” He laughed and turned his attention to you.

“Tell me, pretty girl, what's your poison?”

“Whiskey neat,” you responded.

“Hyung, you heard the pretty lady. Get us all a drink, and we can talk about how we can fix several issues,” Mingyu suggested.

Seokwoo stayed still. He was getting angrier by the minute, but the way you were acting also had his trousers getting tighter, and he wanted nothing more than to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you until you cried his name.

“Daddy, please, your baby is thirsty. Don't worry, Mingyu can keep me company in the meantime,” you say as you sit on the sofa. Mingyu follows you and sits beside you, still holding your hand.

Seokwoo growled, and that growl shot straight to your core and instantly started soaking your panties. You rubbed your thighs together in a feeble attempt to relieve yourself.

The action didn't go unnoticed by either man. Seokwoo responded to your pathetic attempts by walking into the kitchen to grab the drinks while Mingyu slowly stroked your thigh.

“Baby, don't think I didn't notice you. You got wet from a growl. You are a dirty little whore,” Mingyu praised calmly, smirking. Your arousal and his words had you so confused yet wanting to know more.

“Hyung, you were right,” Mingyu exclaimed as your boyfriend returned from the kitchen with the drinks in his hand.

You were so confused.

“What did I tell you? She is a dirty slut. Look at her. She saw her boyfriend and another handsome man, and she's a mess,” Your boyfriend spat, making you whimper.

Feigning innocence, you meekly said, “Seokwoo?”

Seokwoo glared at you, downed his drink, yanked you out of Mingyu’s arms and placed you on the floor. He leaned down to you, his hot breath fanning your face, and at this point, you were sure your arousal was dripping onto the floor.

“Baby, you're so needy, and I was going to take care of you tonight, but you couldn't listen and wait. So, whores like you deserve to be punished,” Seokwoo taunted, and your mind was hazy with arousal yet going wild with fantasies.

As if reading your mind, Seokwoo moved back onto the sofa, grabbed Mingyu by his neck, and kissed his jaw.

“Daddy, please,” you whimpered.

“Jealous?” Seokwoo taunted, making you whine, and both men scoffed at you, not paying you any attention. You felt so desperate you needed something. You removed your shirt, undid your shorts, and discarded your bra and underwear. You spread your legs and started circling your clit.

“Daddy, please fuck me,” you let out a soft whimper as you begged, this time, both men noticed, and neither was impressed.

“Baby girl, because we have a guest, I won't punish you,” Seokwoo said calmly. He extended his arm out to you, and you grabbed onto it. Seokwoo sat you down between both of them. The position made you giddy, and you couldn't stop squirming.

“Hyung, let's put the poor girl out of her misery, shall we?” Mingyu suggested as he rose from his seat and started discarding his clothes.

You started drooling when you saw his cock, it was large and thick and curved slightly, and you knew it would hit you in all the right places.

“Look at her, Hyung. She's already drooling for my cock. Do you want it, pretty girl? My cock in your mouth?” Mingyu teased, and you shook your head furiously, your words failing you.

At this moment, Seokwoo stood up and stripped himself from the four years of being together. You could never tire of the sight of your boyfriend naked.

Both men, now naked, took their positions back on the sofa, only this time Mingyu sat slightly far away from you and pushed you back so you were leaning on Seokwoo’s chest. You felt Seokwoo get hard under you, and the thought of it made you tremble.

Mingyu snaked his large hand down to your breast, slowly rubbing and pinching the nipple. His hands trailed down further to reach your pussy; he teased you.

Mingyu’s fingers were ghosting your clit and entrance. He finally showed mercy and slid a long finger into your wet pussy.

“Fuck pretty, so fucking wet,” Mingyu praised as he moved down, hovering over your face and softly kissing you. While he added another finger inside you and started moving his hand against your g-spot.

It was embarrassing how close you were, but these men had worked you up so much. Mingyu crawled down your body until his lips reached your dripping cunt.

Mingyu stuck his tongue out and gave your pussy a tentative lick, and you moaned and squirmed about from the teasing, but Seokwoo’s strong arms held you in place.

Mingyu put you out of your misery almost instantly. He wrapped his plump lips around your clit and sucked and fingered you. He showed no signs of slowing. On the other hand, you were starting to get so close, and you were almost there until Mingyu stopped, leaving you a whimpering mess.

“No, pretty, if you cum, you cum around my cock,” saying this, Mingyu lined his cock along your swollen and sensitive folds, making you shudder, and without warning, filled you up.

He showed no mercy and set an animalistic pace; you fell apart and around his cock. Your pussy clenched around him, making him groan and growl, only making him fuck you senseless through your orgasm till he reached his own.

Mingyu finished, his cum coating your walls and pulled out from you.

In an instant, Mingyu reattached his lips to your cunt, and pushed his tongue into your cunt. He was collecting his cum on his tongue. You shuddered and nearly cried from the overstimulation.

You suddenly felt Seokwoo let go of you and fell back onto the sofa.

Seokwoo grabbed you by your waist and flipped you onto your hands and knees with no time to readjust. Without warning, he pushed himself into you.

Seokwoo set a pace much like Mingyu, fucking you hard and with no signs of slowing down. He fucked you as your second orgasm hit you, you shook, trembling, but Seokwoo showed no mercy.

He kept fucking and fucking. You felt something like a coil come undone inside you. You came hard and shook and started whimpering.

“Baby? You okay?” Gone was the dominant Sekokwoo; instead, a loving disposition took over. You nodded, still shaking.

“Baby girl, you just squirted all over daddy’s cock,” Seokwoo stated, smirking and groaning, and you whined and shivered when Seokwoo slid his cock back inside your pussy, fucking you again as he chased his orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you are so fucking tight,” Seokwoo moaned.

Seokwoo’s thrusts started slowing down, and you felt him still and released into your pussy. He quickly scooped up his cum with his long fingers and walked over to Mingyu, and made him suck on his finger, making you whimper at the sight.

“Well, Hyung, I guess you know how to please your girl,” Mingyu teased as he dressed quickly and left the apartment.

“Thank you, baby, thank you,” you said breathlessly once the door shut behind Mingyu.

“Baby?” Seokwoo said incredulously.

“Baby, after a stunt like that, you think I'm done with you? You’re in trouble now. It’s still Daddy for you,” Seokwoo warned as he picked up your limp body off the sofa, threw you onto his shoulders, and made his way to the bedroom, slapping you on your ass for good measure.

This night was far from over.

#seventeen smut #mingyu #rowoon #mingyu smut #svthub #kvanity #rowoon smut #indigo writes: mingyu

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Jealous Mingyu | fake texts

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works Summary: The one where Mingyu gets jealous about the outfit you're wearing to an event but can't do anything about it because no one knows you both are together. So what do you do? Naturally, you tease him until he snaps.

Authors Note: this is my first attempt at a social media/fake text, lmk if y'all want more 💕

Authors Note 2: tagging @lovelyhan, thank you so much for the idea 💕

Authors Note 3: tagging the lovely @onlymingyus and @seungkwansphd for already sorta suffering 💕💕💕💕

#seventeen #mingyu #seventeen fake texts #svthub #indigo writes: mingyu

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Your Loss | c.h.v | k.m.g | c.s.c | y.j.h | b.s.k

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend and you broke up a few months ago, but you two remained friends, and of course, his nosy friends can’t help but pry and get as detailed as possible to find out what ended the relationship, and then, of course, offer to make only you feel better. However, they can. All while your ex-boyfriend watches. ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕smut | ♥︎ completed Word Count: 2550 words

Pairing(s): Chwe Hansol x Female Reader | Choi Seungcheol x Female Reader | Yoon Jeonghan x Female Reader | Kim Mingyu x Female Reader | Boo Seungkwan x Female Reader Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): PWP, Smut. Content Warnings: Y/N is Vernon’s ex, and they ended on good terms, but the others are nosy. A few snappy comments, but nothing too toxic or emasculating. Mentions of alcohol. Seungkwan is a flirty lil’ shit. Vernon likes watching.

Smut Warnings: Dom!Cheol, Dom!Mingyu, Dom!Jeonghan, Dom!Seungkwan. Unprotected sex (please don’t do this irl). Overstimulation, double penetration, breast & nipple play. Oral (m & f receiving), face riding, squirting. Mentions of public sex. Pet names (good boy, baby boy, pretty girl), praise kink. Pussy slapping. Cum play. Biting, it’s mild. Voyeur Vernon. Handjobs, cum swallowing. Sir kink. Name-calling (whore). Authors Note 1: This is a fic I wrote for my lovely soul mate @here4btsfics. I'm so glad to have you in my life, my love, you make every day brighter and happier. Thank you for being born, and thank you for letting me celebrate with you too 💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you so much to @duhnova & @the-boy-meets-evil for helping me beta this horny mess, and yelling at me (affectionately) for writing this!! 💕💕💕💕 Banner Credits: @classicscreations Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Is this okay?” Your ex-boyfriend, Vernon, asked as he poured you a glass of wine. You had invited him and his friends–well, they were your friends, but they were his friends first–over to your apartment because it had been a while since you all caught up.

It had been six months since the breakup and six months since you last saw the others.

“Yeah? We ended on good terms, and it’s not awkward, not for me. What about you?” You asked.

“No, I’m glad we were mature about it.”

“Me too,” Vernon agreed.

“YOOOOO! Open the door, love birds!” You heard someone yell outside your front door and exchanged a look with Vernon.

“Jeonghan,” you both mumbled at the same time. You cracked a grin before heading to your door to let the dramatic man in.

“Hello gorgeous,” Jeonghan greeted, stepping into your apartment and engulfing you in a tight embrace.

“Hello, handsome,” you greeted back, your voice muffled by his toned chest.

“Ahem?” You heard Vernon interject.

“Oh, quit it. We had to deal with this shit when you two were together,” Jeonghan dismissed, making you and Vernon crack a smile.

“Now shall we drink? The others might be late,” Jeonghan offered, and you nodded.

“Sure, let’s get drunk,” you joked.

“God, I’ve missed this,” Jeonghan said, sipping his wine.

“What, drinking?” You joked, and Jeonghan glared at you.

“No, smartass, I meant it’s nice drinking just the adults,” Jeonghan retorted, making you laugh.

“And you’re an adult?” You teased, making Jeonghan glare at you.

“I swear you and Mingyu are the same age, though, mentally at least,” Jeonghan mumbled, making you laugh.

“Shut up. He could never do the wonders that my tongue does,” Jeonghan said, making you bite your lip as you tried to imagine it.

“Uh, too much information, Hyung,” Vernon mumbled. He didn’t mind the conversation, but the idea of you being orally pleasured made his pants tighten, especially if he could be a fly on the wall when it happened.

“Meh, Y/N? Do you mind?” Jeonghan teased, and you just kept sipping your wine.

“Ah, speechless, I like that,” Jeonghan teased, and you were about to scowl at him when the front door opened to reveal Seungkwan, Seungcheol, and Mingyu entering your apartment.

“Sorry, we’re late, Y/N. We were working on a new track,” Seungkwan explained while you got up from the sofa to greet him, and he welcomed you into a hug, his large arms wrapping around you.

“That’s okay. Can I at least get a sneak peek?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him, and Seungkwan laughed.

“Pretty girl, if you think I haven’t figured out your ways yet, you’re insane. No, you do not get a teaser,” Seungkwan said, and you pouted and got out of his arms to hug Seungcheol and Mingyu.

Mingyu, energetic as always, practically carried you into his arms.

“Gyu!” You squealed as Mingyu kept your feet off the ground.

“I’ve missed you, pretty girl. How have you been?” Mingyu asked, earning a smile from you.

“I’m good, wait. You’ve missed me?” You asked, and Mingyu nodded.

“Yup, well, not just me,” Mingyu said, making you giggle.

“Alright, are y’all done babbling?” Jeonghan interjected. “Can we drink?” He asked, huffing, and you smiled, nodding.

A couple of hours passed, and most of you were at least three drinks in. The room became warmer, your lips became looser, and your thoughts became wilder.

“So why’d you two break up?” Mingyu blurted out, making Vernon choke on his drink.

“I guess we just decided we were better off as friends?” You suggested, unsure how to say, ‘we just fizzled out.’

“Yeah. No bad blood. She’s a sweetheart,” Vernon agreed.

“Mhm, she does smell sweet too,” Jeonghan slurred slightly as he leaned into your side.

“It’s my new perfume,” you answered.

“Possibly, but I’m sure you would also taste very sweet,” Jeonghan flirted, making you grin.

“That’s very true. You taste sweet,” Seungkwan agreed, and you stared at him.

“How on earth would you know?” You asked, and Seungkwan grinned and turned to face your ex-boyfriend, who was turning beet red.

“God, Y/N tastes so sweet, I could bury my tongue inside her and die a happy man,” Seungkwan mocked in a voice meant to sound like Vernon.

You gasped at Seungkwan’s words, which you guess were Vernon’s.

“Vernon?” You asked.

“Babe. I’m sorry. I thought this dude understood bro code,” Vernon mumbled, shooting Seungkwan a glare.

“So, bad sex wasn’t the issue?” Seungcheol asked suddenly.

“God no, the sex was amazing,” you admitted, the alcohol dissolving your filter.

“What was a dirty secret of Vernon’s, one he won’t tell us?” Mingyu asked, wiggling his brows at you.

“You guys are evil, and I’m not telling,” you replied, making Mingyu pout.

“So, how good did she taste?” Mingyu asked, and you choked on your drink, and you were sure if they kept asking such questions, you’d end up choking on your drink all night long.

“Sweet, like candy,” Vernon slurred, and you were tempted to throw something at your ex-boyfriend’s face to shut him up, but you’d be lying if you said the compliment didn’t flatter you.

“Can I find out?” Mingyu asked, and all you could do was gawk at him and look at your ex-boyfriend, hoping Mingyu’s words wouldn’t start a fight.

Instead, Vernon gave a lazy smile and leaned back in his seat.

“Why don’t you ask her? I’m sure she’ll be happy to let you taste,” Vernon teased, and you snapped your legs shut, pressing your thighs together to get some relief.

“Y/N? Can I taste you? I promise I’ll be good,” Mingyu said sincerely, his eyes hopeful and his gaze sinful.

“Uh, I don’t see why not?” You offered slowly.

“On one condition,” Vernon spoke.

“Which is?” Mingyu asked.

“I want to see,” Vernon said, and you gulped.

“Shit, I think we found Vernon’s hidden kink. He’s a little vouyer,” Mingyu teased.

“And you want to lick my ex’s pussy. Shall we get into your issues?” Vernon fired back, and Mingyu pouted and shook his head.

“Y/N,” Vernon started to say, and you looked up at him.

“Yes?”

“Go over to Hyung, and give him a taste,” Vernon instructed, his voice smooth and husky. You nodded, downing your drink and got up, moved over to where Mingyu was sitting and placed yourself onto his lap.

Mingyu reacted quicker, pulling you off his lap, placing you on the sofa, and making you yelp in the process as he got onto his knees.

Mingyu smirked at you as he pulled your sweats and underwear off. You were already letting out a soft whimper, and Mingyu had barely touched you.

“Pretty little pussy,” Mingyu praised, his hot breath on your cunt.

“Gyu, please do something,” you begged, and a sharp slap to your cunt stopped your whimpers.

“I’m not Gyu; I’m your Sir. Don’t fuck with me, princess, or you won’t cum,” Mingyu threatened, and you shook your head furiously, and you heard the faint groans of the other men in the room,

“Can you multitask, pretty princess?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.

“Good girl. Make Seungcheol Hyung cum, and I’ll make you cum,” Mingyu said, and you let out a soft moan before turning your head to see Seungcheol.

Seungcheol was sitting next to you, and you turned your body, so your head was in his lap. You palmed his length, making him moan, and kept palming him until he hardened under your touch.

You pulled his cock out of his grey sweats. You wrapped your mouth around his thick length, moaning as you tasted his arousal, and used your tongue to lap at it.

“Princess, do you like sucking on Seungcheol Hyung’s cock?” Mingyu asked, and you whimpered, moaning around Seungcheol ’s cock, making Seungcheol grip your hair tighter as he thrust his cock further into your mouth, hissing as he did so.

“Good girl,” Mingyu praised and finally placed his tongue on your cunt. Mingyu licked your pussy with short licks until his tongue finally reached your clit. You moaned more around Seungcheol’s cock, as Mingyu slid two long fingers into your cunt, while his tongue flicked your clit.

You whimpered, trying to move your mouth away from Seungcheol ’s cock to moan, and Mingyu noticed, moving his mouth away immediately.

“Until he cums down your greedy little throat, you do not move, understood?” Mingyu warned, making you whimper.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mingyu said with a proud smirk.

You groaned and resumed your actions on Seungcheol’s cock, while Mingyu kept fingering you all while sucking on your clit with his tongue.

“Make her cum Gyu, and cum inside her. I want to lick your cum out of her,” Seungcheol said breathlessly, making Mingyu grunt as he nodded, moving his mouth away from your cunt.

“Fuck you are so sweet, princess. You need to ride my face sometime,” Mingyu said, making you shudder at the thought.

You kept bobbing your head up and down Seungcheol ’s cock, until he stilled and came down your throat, a string of curse words leaving Seungcheol ’s lips as he came.

“Good?” You asked Seungcheol, removing your mouth from his cock. Seungcheol nodded lazily, smiling fondly at you.

“Amazing,” Seungcheol complimented, making you smile.

Mingyu moved his mouth away from your cunt to pull you into a soft kiss.

You yelped suddenly when Mingyu grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your hands and knees. You felt him push his length into you. Mingyu’s thick length was a lot longer, which allowed his cock to hit deep inside you.

“Vernon!” You gasped, suddenly realising that he was in the room, along with Jeonghan and Seungkwan, but your worries faded when you saw Vernon’s hand palming his clothed erection and a smirk, letting you know it was okay to continue.

“Fucking hell. You’re perfect, baby,” Mingyu praised as you moaned as you fell forward as he constantly pounded his cock into you, hitting all the right spots inside you.

“More”, you begged, and a sharp slap to your ass silenced you as Mingyu grabbed your hair, yanking you up, your back pressed against his chest.

“I set the pace, pretty girl. You’re just my little whore,” Mingyu warned, making you whimper.

“Sorry, Sir,” you mumbled, and Mingyu groaned in approval, pounding senselessly into you.

“Good girl,” Mingyu praised, finally pushing you over the edge and making you cum. You felt someone’s tongue on your pussy, making you wail in pleasure, as you looked down to see Seungcheol sucking on your clit.

Mingyu came soon after your release, groaning as he pulled out of you. Mingyu placed a kiss on your cheek and helped to position you on your back.

“Good?” Mingyu asked, and you moaned out a ‘yes,’ followed by a yelp when you felt Seungcheol resume his assault on your cunt.

Seungcheol started to lick your clit, moving his tongue inside your cunt to lick Mingyu’s cum out of you, making you shiver as you came again. Seungcheol gave your pussy a final kiss and pulled away, smirking at your ex-boyfriend, who was sitting in the corner of the room, his hand now under his jeans, cupping his hardened length.

You felt yourself being woken up from your dream-like state when Seungkwan picked you up in his arms. Seungkwan carried you over and placed you down slowly onto Jeonghan ’s cock. You let out a hiss, already sensitive from your multiple orgasms.

“God, you’re tight, and Mingyu, where are your manners? Not letting your Hyungs have a turn first?” Jeonghan asked, and you giggled.

“Sorry, Hyung, but you know you can’t last that long, so if you went now, you’d be out,” Mingyu teased, making Jeonghan glare at the tall man.

“If this kitten weren’t soaking my cock right now, you’d be a dead man,” Jeonghan threatened, and Mingyu shrugged.

Jeonghan sighed, ignoring Mingyu and instead wrapped his hands around your waist, holding you still and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You weren’t sure when Seungkwan sat down next to you, but you whimpered when you felt his long fingers on your clit.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned, falling into Jeonghan ’s toned chest.

“Pretty girl, I’m going to fuck you along with Hyung. Will you let me?” Seungkwan asked, his hot breath on your neck, and you let out a muffled gasp before answering.

“Yes,” you breathed out, and Seungkwan groaned, feeling his cock twitch, and he couldn't move quickly enough.

“Hyung, can you lay down? I want to see if she can take both of us in one go?” Seungkwan asked, and Jeonghan groaned and nodded as he laid down on the couch carefully to never pull out of your tight cunt.

“Good god,” Seungkwan groaned as he knelt between Jeonghan’s legs and positioned himself at your entrance, and pushed his thick cock in, resting it against Jeonghan’s. You moaned, found Jeonghan’s lips, and kissed him, gently biting and tugging his full lips, begging for more.

Both men groaned, feeling how tight you were, hissing as their cocks rubbed against one another. Jeonghan started to thrust first, and Seungkwan followed after.

Both men were close, and Seungkwan knew this and moved his hands down to massage Jeonghan ’s balls, making him whine and buck into you harder, causing you to collapse onto his chest as you came, making them both groan as you tightened around their cocks.

You felt Seungkwan yank you into his embrace; your back pressed into his chest.

“None of us are quite done with you, baby,” Seungkwan said, and you nodded lazily. You were pretty sure your limbs would be out of commission, but you didn’t care because the pleasure was overwhelmingly good.

You turned your head to see Mingyu standing by your side and Seungcheol on the other, and you shakily reached to take Mingyu into your mouth while your hand stroked Seungcheol.

The room was soon filled with sinful noises, groans, whines and whimpers.

You screamed as you came again. This time after Jeonghan came inside you first, Seungkwan hissed, soon releasing in you as well. Both men continued to stay inside you while you moaned around Mingyu’s cock as his grip on your hair got tighter until he finally came, and you greedily swallowed his release.

You moved your mouth off Mingyu’s cock and turned all your attention to Seungcheol and replaced your hand with your mouth, and sucked him until he, too, came down your throat.

Mingyu and Seungcheol lay back on the sofa while Seungkwan and Jeonghan pulled out of you slowly while you laid back on the couch and were about to relax and recover.

Jeonghan, however, had other plans and suddenly shoved three fingers into your cunt, while Seungkwan rubbed your clit, making you squirt and writhe as you came undone again.

You shook, gasping as you curled into Jeonghan’s chest, who placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“So, round two?” Jeonghan joked, earning a glare from you.

“I’m not opposed to it. Mind if I join the next time, kitten?” Vernon asked, his voice husky and low, and you gulped, nodding.

“Mhm, please do.”

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #svthub #thekpopuniverse #indigo writes: scoups #indigo writes: mingyu #indigo writes: jeonghan #indigo writes: seungkwan #kvanity #seventeen smut #indigo writes: vernon

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wongyuseokie · 3 years ago

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Posy Bee | k.m.g

Summary: Mingyu is your colleague and the walking definition of pretty privilege. His clumsy thumbs have broken more vases than you can count, yet he brings in the most orders to your shop. It's all thanks to his handsome face, it’s annoying and unfair, and you’ve vowed that if this week he breaks another vase, you’ll feed him a cactus.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 3081 words

Age: 18+

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff and angst. Friends/Colleagues to lovers.

Content Warnings: Fluff, Mingyu being the most adorable and clumsy human. Who let him work in a flower shop, honestly? Mingyu is so flirty it is painful. All those fan calls where he’s flirting with carats did a number on me. Yelling, Mingyu’s clumsiness causes the reader to snap quite rudely at him. Reader snaps and yells at him, and Mingyu sulks A LOT. Swearing.

Smut Warnings: Mentions of arousal, but it’s mild, but still. Bed-breaking mentions. Sexual banter, but that’s it, really.

Authors Note: Thank you @here4btsfics, I can't thank you enough for always just letting me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu in general. You're such a delight, thank you for reading and beta'ing this and being an absolute angel 💕. Thank you also to @missgeniality, thank you for letting me drag you into the Seventeen stan life, it's been an absolute pleasure watching you simp along with me. Thank you for reading and giving me live reactions. I adore you too my bubs 💕 Banner Credits: @classicseffects Cross Posted to AO3 © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“Ah, shit!” You heard your coworker Mingyu swear, and you groaned, knowing that this was the second vase he broke today, and it wasn’t even lunchtime.

“Uh…Y/N, where is the vacuum cleaner?” You heard Mingyu ask nervously, and you counted to three, breathing deeply before walking over to him, carefully, of course.

“Mingyu, why don’t you let me do it?” You offered, trying to keep your composure.

“Do you not trust me?” Mingyu joked with an adorable pout on his handsome face.

“No, I do not. This is the second vase you broke in a day and the fifth this week, and it’s Tuesday,” you snapped, and Mingyu pouted more, nodding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu mumbled, looking down at the ground. Seeing how a 6-foot-tall man would shrink when scolded to the size of a puppy was cute. Damn Kim Mingyu and his sweetness. It was hard to stay mad at him.

It’s fine. You didn’t mean it. Why don’t you take orders from the two ladies who walked in? I’ll clean this up.” You suggested, and Mingyu mumbled a ‘sorry’ and headed over to wait on the ladies.

“You are such a sweet, handsome, kind man, and you know your flowers. Are you single?” You heard one of the ladies speak as you placed the vacuum cleaner behind the counter and smiled at their words. It was not uncommon for patrons to compliment Mingyu. He was effortlessly charming, kind, and easygoing. He was everything you ever wanted in a colleague; sometimes, you’d wonder how lucky you’d be to have a man like him.

That daydream was broken each time Mingyu broke, spilled, or knocked over something. So your days consisted of you daydreaming about him for 40 minutes until he broke something, and then you were rudely awakened.

“Ah, I am,” Mingyu responded to the order, and you turned to face him in surprise. You didn’t think he was. How was he single?

“Well, what about your lovely manager? She’s smiling so fondly at you,” the lady pushed, and you were starting to get annoyed, not just because she called you out. While the elderly were usually well-intentioned and meant the best, they often didn’t understand boundaries.

“I’m sure a wonderful person like her has someone. She isn’t someone you ever want to lose,” Mingyu said smoothly, and you were so tempted to smack him.

“I’m single, but I do not flirt with my employees. It is unprofessional, and I also don’t encourage or invite such nosey conversations either,” you answered.

Making sure to send a deathly glare to Mingyu and a softer glare to the lady who understood and gave you a gentle smile, quickly paid, and left the shop.

“That was kind of rude,” Mingyu mumbled.

“I’ll apologise, but you could have just stopped. What was with the whole wonderful person thing?” You countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I think you’re pretty cool, so I complimented you?” Mingyu said, unsure.

“Fine, thank you, but it was not your place,” you pushed, and Mingyu nodded.

“But really, I meant it. Anyone would be crazy to let you go,” Mingyu elaborated, and you sighed.

“Why, you’d keep me around?” You joked, and Mingyu nodded.

“You’d just keep me around to clean up your mess,” you mumbled, making Mingyu blush shyly.

“Possibly, you see, Y/N, I break a lot of things, but a heart is not one of them,” Mingyu claimed proudly, making you grin.

“Get back to work, Kim,” you mumbled, trying to fight off the smile on your face as you walked back to your office.

“Morning sunshine!” Mingyu greeted you the next day; he may as well have yelled it. It was too early in the morning. It was 10 am, but it was before your morning coffee, so it was too early. Way too early for him to be so chirpy.

“Oof, rough morning?” Mingyu asked when he saw the scowl on your face, and you shook your head at him.

“It’s early. How are you so happy?” You asked, making Mingyu laugh.

“Sunshine, it’s 10 am, not that early,” Mingyu said between giggles.

“Any time before my morning coffee is early,” you whined, and Mingyu laughed.

“It’s a good thing I grabbed you one then, right?” Mingyu chirped as he placed a brown bag in front of you. You immediately recognised the bag’s logo; it was your favourite coffee shop.

“Oh, my goodness, how did you know?” You asked excitedly.

“Simple, you always get this brand, and if you ever get anyone else coffee, you get it from here too, so yeah. There’s also a chocolate and a blueberry muffin inside. I got you both because I didn’t know which one you liked, actually,” Mingyu babbled, and you smiled fondly at him.

“Mingyu, thank you, you didn’t have to,” you mumbled shyly.

“I know,” Mingyu started to say as he leaned forward, his handsome face inches away from yours.

“I wanted to.”

“How are you single?” You asked later that evening. You had just put the closed sign in the window, and you were bored and decided to pester Mingyu instead.

“I’m sorry?” Mingyu asked, taken aback by your sudden question.

“The ladies, yesterday, you mentioned you were single. I’m just wondering how?” You elaborated as you plopped yourself onto his workstation, making him grin.

“Simple. I have no one to call mine, so that is how I’m single,” Mingyu teased, making you pout at him.

“Not satisfied with the answer?” Mingyu joked, and you shrugged.

“You’re tall, handsome, sweet, and give free food. How are you single?” You explained your question further, and Mingyu only smiled as he cleaned up his station.

“I don’t know how. I know I am. I could say the same for you. You’re pretty, funny, and sweet. How are you single?” Mingyu countered.

“I don’t give out free food,” you shot back with a smile.

“Right, that must be the winner. Free food, does that mean if I keep buying you breakfast, my single life will be a thing of the past?” Mingyu suggested as he inched closer to you.

“Uh,” you squeaked, unable to speak.

“I, um,” you stuttered. Was he always this handsome? Did his lips always look this soft and kissable? You thought to yourself.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden wet sensation that fell on your trousers, and you knew it wasn’t arousal. Instead, it was the bottle of cleaning solution that Mingyu, while flirting, accidentally emptied onto your pants.

“Oh my gosh,” you both yelled in unison.

You hopped off the counter, cringing as the cleaning solution ran down your trousers. You felt it start to seep into your shoes.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Mingyu apologised as he moved closer to try and help you, and you inched away.

“This isn’t how I’d ever want to get you wet,” Mingyu mumbled, and you glared at him.

“Do you think this is funny?” You asked, and Mingyu shook his head immediately.

“No, I was just trying to lighten the mood,” Mingyu defended, and you glared at him.

“Well, don’t. These trousers are new, and ugh. I’m going home. Can you lock up?” You said quickly, not wanting to get mad at Mingyu and not have a meltdown over trousers.

“Y/N,” Mingyu started to say until he saw how tired you looked and nodded quickly.

“Yeah, go. I’ll lock up,” Mingyu hurriedly said, and you nodded at him before grabbing your things and heading out.

You walked into the shop the following day to find a small teddy bear on your workstation, a brown box with cutlery on it, and your favourite coffee on the side. You turned to see Mingyu pouting from his workstation as he worked on another bouquet.

“Mingyu,” you spoke as you approached him. For a man so tall, he shrank so much when he was sulking that he looked like a puppy, just as cute and just as difficult to stay mad at.

“If you’re buying me breakfast because free food is a way to get my heart,” you started to say, and Mingyu shook his head furiously.

“No, I got it because I feel like a fucking fool, and also, how much did those pants cost? I’ll pay for the cleaning,” Mingyu babbled, and you placed a hand on his arm and squeezed gently to stop him.

“It’s okay,” you assured Mingyu as he continued to pout.

“A wash, and they’re good as new,” you continued, and Mingyu smiled softly.

“I feel horrible. I didn’t mean to,” Mingyu spoke as he tried to apologise again, and you squeezed his arm again.

“It’s okay, but if you want to make it up to me, maybe you can help me stay back and clean up tonight?” You asked, and Mingyu nodded eagerly.

“Of course, anything.”

“So, what did you mean when you said that wasn’t the way you’d want to get me wet last night?” You questioned later that evening as you two were cleaning up.

Your question made Mingyu hit his foot against a shelf in surprise.

“Uh, um. Nothing,” Mingyu mumbled as he shook his foot.

“Really?” You questioned with a grin, and Mingyu smiled shyly.

“I think I see it now,” you mumbled as you smiled fondly at him.

“See what?” Mingyu asked.

“Why are people so drawn to you? You’re hot and all, but also endearing—kind of hard to stay mad at you. You’re like a golden retriever. No matter how much you destroy the furniture, it’s damn near impossible to stay mad at you,” you explained, making Mingyu laugh.

“I’ve never broken furniture!” Mingyu protested, making you giggle.

“Not even a bed?” Your question with a smirk.

“Is that even possible? I haven’t had someone willing enough to test the theory with,” Mingyu said nonchalantly, making you gulp. Clearing your throat, you stood up and walked over to another shelf.

Standing next to Kim Mingyu was dangerous, not because he was devastatingly handsome, but because he could break something next to you.

“Can you grab the vase? I need to clean it.” You instructed, pointing to a peach-coloured vase left at Mingyu’s workstation.

“Yeah, sure, here you go,” Mingyu answered, his eyes widening as the vase slipped from his fingers and shattered onto the floor.

“Damn golden retriever,” you mumbled with a grin, and Mingyu let out a deep exhale.

“I’ll clean up. I know the drill,” Mingyu offered sheepishly, and you grinned at him as he bent down to pick up the bigger pieces of glasses. You leaned down carefully so that you were next to him.

“Thank you,” you said, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his cheek, immediately tinting his cheeks and ears pink with the action.

“It’s easier to kiss you like this, I guess, height advantage and all,” you mumbled as you stood back up, making Mingyu smile again as he stood in front of you.

“So, do I get a kiss from now on? If I break things?” Mingyu joked, and you shrugged.

“I don’t see why not, as long it’s not my heart,” you mumbled, and Mingyu stepped forward to close the gap between you two.

“Never your heart,” Mingyu repeated as he bent his head to press his lips against yours, making you melt. You had never experienced a tender, gentle, yet passionate kiss.

Mingyu pulled away, and it was your turn to look down, flustered.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.

“Don’t forget to lock up, Kim,” you mumbled as you leaned up to place another kiss on his cheek and finally made your way out of the shop.

Today was just a bad day, a horrible day. You were slammed with orders left and right, all because Mingyu managed to charm more customers into buying more. While you were eternally grateful for the business, you weren’t so appreciative that he wasn’t helpful.

It wasn’t entirely his fault, his clumsy thumbs ensured that he wasn’t part of making a lot of the floral arrangements, but it was getting ridiculous. You needed to hire someone else, and just because you liked to kiss him didn’t mean you should keep him around, especially if he couldn’t make any arrangements.

You were putting the finishing touches on one of the more lavish arrangements when you heard a muffled crash at the front of the shop, and you lost it, but you knew there were customers outside, so you’d keep it together until the last customer left.

“Mingyu,” you said quietly as you approached Mingyu that evening, he was writing something in the order book, and you snapped.

“Stop taking orders, we can’t accommodate,” you snapped, and Mingyu placed the pencil down and looked up at you.

“But I can help. I’ve told you before I like art and decorations,” Mingyu argued, and you scoffed.

“You break everything you touch; I can’t keep you around or trust you to handle orders. I’ll worry that you’ll fuck up somewhere. Either it’ll be the vase that breaks, or it’ll break during the delivery,” you rambled, and Mingyu shrank with each accusation.

“You’ve never given me a chance. I wouldn’t screw up if it meant that much,” Mingyu countered, and you shook your head.

“You keep taking orders because all you have is charm, and that’s it. Mingyu, you don’t do any of the necessary work. Being charming isn’t enough,” you continued to hurl insults at him.

“Then why keep me around?” Mingyu asked, and you sighed.

“Because I thought you’d be responsible or, I don’t know, learn not to be a fuck up,” you ranted and bit your lip as soon as the words left your mouth, and you took a deep breath.

“A fuck up?” Mingyu repeated, looking down at the floor and then up at you.

“Mingyu, I didn’t mean it,” you tried to rush, and Mingyu shook his head.

“We don’t say things that we don’t mean,” Mingyu started to say. “At least I don’t. I told you I wouldn’t ever break your heart, but you just broke mine. You let your emotions get the best of you and let the best thing ever happen to you walk out the door. Consider this my one-week notice Y/N,” Mingyu stated as he stormed out of the flower shop, leaving you frustrated.

You’d fix it. You were determined to. You had to.

Over the following week, Mingyu barely spoke to or glanced at you, but he offered to lock up every night, so you let him. Today would be his last day at the flower shop, and you hadn’t managed to speak to him, let alone convince him to stay.

“Y/N, Mingyu, I must thank you both for the flowers,” you and Mingyu turned around to face the same lady who had been nosy about your love life a couple of weeks ago.

“You two love what you do so much. It translates in the service you give to each other, always top notch,” the customer complimented, and you both nodded, giving her stiff smiles.

“Ah, I apologise for overstepping, but Y/N, my grandson’s about your age, quite handsome too. He’s new in town and could do with friends his age. Would you be able to meet him for a coffee, maybe? Unless Mingyu here minds?” The lady asked with a wink, and Mingyu shrugged.

“Not a problem to me,” Mingyu said, even if his voice was strained.

“Unless your heart belongs to someone else, dear?” The lady asked, and you smiled softly at her.

“It does, but I think I broke his heart,” you admitted, and you noticed Mingyu turn to face you for a second before walking off.

“Was it his heart, my darling?” The lady asked, and you nodded.

“If it’s any consolation, he looks like a sad puppy, nothing a kiss and a hug can’t fix. He looks at you so adoringly. I can’t imagine him staying upset for long,” the lady advised, and you nodded, thanking her as you helped her with her purchases.

You were holed up in your office the rest of the day, unable to face Mingyu, and you certainly didn’t fancy saying goodbye to him either. Still, you had to, so you begrudgingly got out of your office and were Mingyu working at his station.

“Mingyu?” You spoke, making him turn around to face you.

“Oh, my goodness, Mingyu,” you said in awe as you took in the stunning bouquet.

“I told you I am creative,” Mingyu mumbled, and you walked closer to the arrangement.

“When?” You asked.

“Every night, when I told you I’d lock up, I’d add a bit to this and then lock up,” Mingyu admitted, and you turned around to face him again.

“Mingyu,” you started to say, and Mingyu shook his head.

“You’ve said enough. What you said that night wasn’t entirely wrong, a bit unkind, but I get it. You lashed out. I can be quite unhelpful, but I can do things right, and if you keep me, any damages I’ll pay out of my pocket, and I’ll help however and wherever,” Mingyu explained.

“You’ll stay?” You asked, and Mingyu nodded.

“The minute I implied it’d be my last week, I regretted it. I acted out of emotion, just like you,” Mingyu added, and you pouted at him.

“How can I ever make up for how I treated you?” You asked.

“Go on a date with me,” Mingyu answered.

“That simple?” You teased, and Mingyu shrugged.

“I just want to be with you again and steal more kisses and not break as much,” Mingyu admitted, making you smile as you nodded, and Mingyu moved forward, pulling you into his arms and moving his head to place his lips against yours.

His soft lips met yours. He used his full lips to his advantage, sucking your bottom lip, making you hum softly, and allowing him to deepen the kiss by slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Mingyu pulled away with a grin, and you smiled at him.

“You never broke my heart, by the way. I was being melodramatic,” Mingyu admitted, making you giggle.

“Is that what I can look forward to?” You asked, “Melodrama?”

“Yes, but I want to test out the bed-breaking theory. I promise you I am very serious about it,” Mingyu spoke.

“You know, with your luck, I’m sure you will break it.”

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wongyuseokie · 2 years ago

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Snuggly | k.m.g

Summary: It’s cold outside, and your annoyingly handsome roommate keeps leaving his very comfy leather jacket everywhere around the apartment, and you’ve returned it to him multiple times, but this time you’re sure you’ll just keep it if he forgets it again. Except for the one time he returns to retrieve the jacket, he finds you in the most compromising position possible.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2732 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Frenemies (?) to lovers. Smut, angst, fluff. Basically, a smutty fluff piece to keep y’all warm during the colder months.

Content Warnings: Smut and fluff, mentions of Mingyu’s chapped lips. DO NOT EVER GOOGLE IT IS TRAGIC. They both tease and like each other and are just kind of adorable and cute. Mingyu is confident and shy all at once, and it's devastating.

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex (don’t do this, wrap it before you tap it). Masturbation (female), Mingyu walks in and volunteers to help her out. Fingering, overstimulation. Oral (female receiving). Nicknames? Mingyu calls her baby, and pretty girl. Nicknames, Mingyu calls her Kitten, Princess, Baby. Teasing. Dirty talk, but its mild. I think.

Authors Note 1: Literally no reason for this fic, aside from Rock With You Mingyu being the reason I got curious about Seventeen and remembered him as a ‘handsome guy with the leather jacket.’

Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, for always listening to me go on and on about Seventeen and Mingyu. Thank you for beta’ ing and helping me out with the smut. I struggled. I adore you and love you 💕 A huge thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for listening to me fret about this fic, up until posting!! I adore you. Also, thank you to @seungkwansphd for listening to me worry too. Thank you so much for hearing me out and listening to me!! Ilysm 🥺🥺💕💕

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen my jacket? Oh, you’re wearing it,” Mingyu spoke as he walked into the kitchen that evening.

“I keep telling you, Kim. If you leave this lovely jacket around. Then one of these days, I’ll keep it, and I won’t return it,” you teased. Even if you meant every word, his jacket was insanely comfy, and you would gladly take it.

Mingyu smiled as he flopped down on the couch next to you. “Even if you look adorable in it, no,” Mingyu said as he made himself comfortable.

“I’m adorable?” You asked with a grin, and Mingyu nodded.

“Yes, but I still think I look better in the jacket,” Mingyu added, making you roll your eyes.

“Of course you do. With a face and body like that, you could wear anything,” you blurted out, making Mingyu grin.

“You think I’m hot?” Mingyu asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“Shut up, Kim,” you mumbled, making him laugh.

“It’s okay. I’d say the feeling is mutual. Remember that kiss we shared last Christmas?” Mingyu asked.

“We were standing under the mistletoe,” you countered, and Mingyu shrugged.

“It doesn’t take away from the fact that a peck turned into a proper kiss,” Mingyu added, and you shrugged.

“I hope you are at least consistently wearing lip balm this year. I recall those dry lips,” you teased, making Mingyu gasp dramatically at you.

“Just because I had dry lips the first time we met doesn’t mean I always have dry lips,” Mingyu defended, making you laugh.

“Besides, I know my lips were damn soft that year because one, I kept using the lip balm that you not so subtly gifted me as a housewarming gift and two, you went in for more after, when everyone left,” Mingyu babbled, making you grin shyly.

“I also remember you pawing this exact jacket while kissing me,” Mingyu teased, and you huffed at him pouting.

“Maybe I was only kissing you for the jacket,” you retorted, making Mingyu laugh.

“Possibly, but somehow I still have the jacket, and you keep conveniently ‘stealing’ it,” Mingyu joked, and you sighed in frustration that he had a point.

“But I’m heading out to the gym now. Want me to get you anything for dinner?” Mingyu asked as he stood up, and you shook your head.

“Won’t you be cold? You can have this back for the night,” you offered, and Mingyu smiled.

“Nah, I’ll drive there, besides. I think this shirt accentuates the biceps more. That jacket would hide the hard work,” Mingyu teased, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Ugh, go away, you’re so annoying,” you mumbled, making Mingyu laugh.

“Bye, bye,” Mingyu said as they bent down to place a kiss on your cheek.

It was just something he did. When he first moved in, you discovered he was cuddly and affectionate. If you had to describe Mingyu’s personality, it’d be like a golden retriever with the clinginess of a koala. It was incredibly adorable and endearing and very hazardous to your health. You had a little crush on him just from the first day you met him because he was incredibly handsome, tall, and built, but when you got to know him, you fell for him. Mingyu was kind, caring, intelligent and clumsy, the perfect balance.

Granted, he broke more things in a week than most people did in a year, but never did he break your trust, plans or anything that ever hurt you. He was incredible, and you knew you were dancing on a fine line, constantly cuddling, flirting, and teasing him, but it was mutual that you both did it. You just knew that if both of you kept going this way, you’d implode and tell him in the most rushed way possible. You couldn’t lose a good roommate over it, so you just kept it to yourself, but oh boy, did Mingyu make that difficult for you.

Mingyu was hell-bent on riling you up, you two were snowed in, and Mingyu had to get his exercise in, so he decided to go shirtless and wear his grey joggers and work out in the living room. Now, you didn’t care what he did. This was your house as much as it was his, but it was sinful. The way his muscles flexed and the sweat trickled down his body accentuated every muscle on his body. You were sure he was Adonis incarnate.

You didn’t mind Mingyu working out. You just minded that he looked that fucking good doing it.

“Twenty-six,” Mingyu huffed out, counting out his reps as you walked into the kitchen.

You had a plan, too. If he wanted to rile you up with working out nearly naked, you could prance around the house doing the same. You wore a lace bralette and tiny shorts and headed into the living room under the pretence of finding something.

“Aren’t you cold?” Mingyu yelped when he saw you. He tried hard not to stare, but he was only human, and all he could see was how little you wore and how wonderful you looked.

“Aren’t you?” You shot back.

“Kitten, I’m working out. I’m sweating, you, on the other hand,” Mingyu responded, and you bit your lip at his mention of ‘kitten.’

“What’s wrong?” Mingyu asked as he walked closer to you.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you whined, but you didn’t mind. You had often imagined Mingyu’s sweaty body close and hovering over you. Granted, he was buried deep inside you and in your dreams.

“I don’t think you’d mind if I were sweaty and staring at you like this?” Mingyu teased, calling you out on your bluff and making you bump your hip into the corner of a table.

“You okay, kitten?” Mingyu asked, and you glared at him.

“What is this kitten business?” You asked.

“Just testing to see which one you liked,” Mingyu responded.

“What if I didn’t like it?” You asked.

“How about princess?” Mingyu offered, and you shook your head at him.

“No,” you mumbled, making Mingyu grin.

“Don’t you worry, pretty girl, I’ll find out what you like,” Mingyu said, determined, and you turned away from him to head into the kitchen. You hoped he didn’t notice how you bit your lip at him calling you ‘pretty girl’ or the gasp you stifled.

You were going to kill Kim Mingyu, that much you were sure. You just didn’t know how. You had tried to get to sleep, but every time you closed your eyes, all you saw was Mingyu, sweaty and huffing, his muscles flexing, and your depraved mind could only imagine him like that on top of you, inside you.

“Fuck it,” you cursed, kicking the blanket off your chest, so it covered your lower half. Sitting up, you pulled your bralette off, threw it across the room, and laid back on the bed. You started slowly, hands on your breasts, moving to rub your nipples, moaning as you felt them harden under your touch. While massaging your breast, your other hand travelled down to your pussy. You imagined Mingyu’s large hands on your breasts, flicking and pinching your nipples. You were already dripping, sliding a finger up and down your wet folds, soft moans leaving your mouth as you touched yourself. You circled your clit slowly, moaning, as you slid your fingers down to your dripping entrance. You pushed a finger inside and immediately groaned at how it did nothing for you, and pushed in another and moaned. Two of your fingers at least did something. You fingered yourself, trying so hard to reach your g-spot that you knew Mingyu’s long fingers could reach. You found it useless, so you pulled your fingers out of yourself, placed them back on your clit, and rubbed again, adding more pressure and speed.

It felt good, just not as good. God knows how long you were rubbing your clit, but you felt yourself getting closer to the brink of the release you had been dying for. “Hey, Y/N, do you know where my jacket is? Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry!” Mingyu yelled out, ducking and covering his eyes once he barged into your room. “Knock much?” You groaned out. You were extremely grateful for the blanket covering your lower half, even if your breasts were exposed. “Sorry, I just heard my name. I think it was quite faint, and I, hang on,” Mingyu slowed down as realisation hit him. “Were you getting off, imagining me?” Mingyu teased, and you groaned. “Maybe, now, can you go so I can deal with this, and you can tease me later?” You barked, and Mingyu shrugged.

“Or,” Mingyu started to say. “Or what?” You snapped. “I could help?” Mingyu offered, making you pull your fingers away from your clit and jump up in shock. “Uh,” you fumbled. Your resolve was melting under his gaze, making you squirm. “If you need some help, all you have to do is ask,” Mingyu suggested, making you clench at his words and tone. “Let me make you cum. You know I’m the only one who can,” Mingyu purred, making you give in. “Fuck, please,” you begged. Mingyu sat down next to you and moved the blanket away. He quickly pulled off your shorts and panties along with it, groaning when he saw your glistening core.

Mingyu moved his hands, trailing up and down your thighs until his fingers could no longer resist the urge to play with your aching core. “Breathe, pretty girl, I got you,” Mingyu eased as he slowly moved his hand down your dripping core and pushed two long fingers inside, making you buck into his touch immediately. “Fuck, pretty baby. You were thinking about me while you were fucking yourself, weren’t you? That’s why you’re making a mess of these sheets?” Mingyu asked, and you could feel the smirk in his voice as he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy. You could feel yourself starting to unravel and fall apart at his ministrations. “Yes,” you moaned out, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could think about them. You grabbed his forearm, indicating your orgasm was close. “C’mon, pretty baby, cum all over my fingers. Show me how much you want to cum,” Mingyu spoke as he kept thrusting his fingers in you, rubbing against your g-spot every time.

Something snapped in you, and you came. You whined as Mingyu kept moving his fingers, making you hiss at the overstimulation. “Fuck, I can’t,” you cried out, trying to move his arm away and fingers out of your cunt, but Mingyu had other plans as he leaned down and attached his lips to your swollen clit and sucked harshly, leaving you a whimpering and moaning mess. Mingyu finally showed mercy and sat straight, taking in your fucked out expression as he palmed his growing erection. “Good baby?” He asked, his lips wet and shiny with your release. “So, fucking good,” you mewled.

There was a moment of silence that passed where you noticed Mingyu palming his hardened length, it was then you noticed that he was shirtless, and his sweats were slung very low, dangerously low on his hips.

“More,” you mumbled.

“Use your words. What do you want?” Mingyu responded, his voice deeper and huskier than usual, and it made you clench even more.

“Touch me, Mingyu,” you choked out.

“I just did, pretty girl,” Mingyu responded, making you groan.

“Mingyu,”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me,” you said breathlessly, making Mingyu groan as he palmed his hardness.

“Gladly.”

Mingyu moved quickly as he kicked off his sweats and climbed between your thighs. You felt yourself drool as you took in his naked form. Every inch of him was carved beautifully, and you weren’t sure if you’d call a penis pretty, but he had it. Every inch of him was attractive.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” Mingyu teased when he caught you staring at him.

“Fuck you,” you muttered.

“Oh, trust me, kitten, that’s exactly what you’ll get,” Mingyu replied as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, pressing it against your aching clit.

“Fuck,” you gasped, and Mingyu grinned as he slowly pushed his length into you.

“Fucking hell,” Mingyu cursed as you immediately clenched around him.

“You’re so tight, fuck, you feel so good,” Mingyu groaned as he praised you.

You were babbling absolute nonsense as Mingyu pounded into you. Mingyu reached down and rubbed your clit as he fucked you.

“Fuck,” you moaned and held onto his toned arms.

“You close?” Mingyu asked, and you simply nodded, unable to speak.

“Then cum for me, pretty girl,” Mingyu said, sending you over the edge and making you cum, making Mingyu groan and almost growl in pleasure as you clenched around him.

“Fucking hell,” you moaned as Mingyu pounded into you. His thrusts were quick and deliberate. You could tell he was desperate for a release. Mingyu moved his fingers down to your clit, rubbing roughly against it. He wanted you to cum with him.

“Come on, pretty girl, one more time, cum with me,” Mingyu encouraged as he picked up the pace, making you whimper as you felt him bring you to another orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck,” Mingyu groaned as he pounded into you, making you moan when you felt him release his warmth into you.

Mingyu groaned, burying his head between your breasts as he came, and finally lifting his head, once he caught his breath, capturing your lips in a soft kiss as he gently pulled out of you, rolling onto the bed and pulling you into his side.

“So why did you barge in?” You asked as you turned to place your head on his chest. “I know I didn’t say your name that loudly,” you added with a grin. “I was looking for my jacket,” Mingyu mumbled. “Why were you looking for your jacket at midnight?” You asked, making Mingyu grin shyly as he tried to hide under the blanket, and you tickled him until he poked his head out from under the blanket.

“I wanted to see you, so I was standing outside your door, conflicted, and then I heard the moans. I just kept thinking about that damn bralette and those shorts you were wearing, and I couldn’t sleep. I just kept thinking about you,” Mingyu admitted.

When you smiled at him, Mingyu took it as a cue to continue speaking.

“I’d leave my jacket out on purpose, I didn’t think it’d end up like this, but I guess. I wanted you to keep stealing it so I’d keep finding you and maybe use a cheesy line to make you fall for me,” Mingyu confessed shyly.

“Like what?” You asked.

“Like, I’d say something like, if you want to keep wearing my clothes, you should date me at least,” Mingyu mumbled shyly, and you smiled fondly at him.

“Why are you so damn shy?” You asked, making him blush.

“I’m confessing. I’m a shy boy,” Mingyu whined.

“You weren't shy when pounding into me a few minutes ago,” you teased, making Mingyu whine again.

“I’m taking my jacket back if you tease me,” Mingyu joked with a pout. “Fine, then I’ll be the only girl whose boyfriend doesn’t let her borrow clothes,” you replied, making Mingyu's eyes widen as he smiled.

“So, as my girlfriend, you are entitled to all my hoodies and comfy jackets?” Mingyu asked, and you nodded.

“I’m entitled to something else,” you mumbled into his chest.

“What’s that?” Mingyu asked.

“Your love,” you said, feeling shy as the words left your mouth.

“Oh, that? That’s always there,” Mingyu replied as he pulled you in closer, making you look up at him as he pulled you in for a kiss, and you knew with the way his hands were on your waist you were in for a long night. You weren’t sure how you’d tell the story of you two getting together, all because of a leather jacket and a lack of knocking. You smiled into the kiss. It was a cute story. You’d leave specific details out when retelling it.

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Forgive Me? | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is. ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♥ completed works Word Count: 593 words Age: 18+ Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo. Content Warnings: So fluffy and sweet I gave myself a toothache, no smut, just really cute, but hinting to smutty behaviour once. Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: The photo in the banner had me cooing and swooning. I’m so whipped for this man. It’s unreal. He has my whole heart, and I wanted to write it 🥺💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, @joonscypher, @yoongimingyu & @the-boy-meets-evil for reading and hearing me go on and on about Seventeen 💕 Crossposted to AO3 Banner Credits: @classicscreations © playmetheclassics 2022. All rights reserved.

I’m late,” your boyfriend mumbled sheepishly as he entered your apartment late that night.

“Yes, you are,” you mumbled sleepily, making him frown. Wonwoo didn’t intend to be so late, but one phone call led to another, and by the time he got done with work, it was well past midnight.

“I’m a crappy boyfriend,” Wonwoo whined as he stood by your door, and you smiled fondly at him.

“No, you aren’t, handsome, come here and give me cuddles and kisses, and all shall be forgiven,” you said, holding out your arms for him.

“Hang on, I got you something,” Wonwoo babbled, ducking out of your apartment to grab something, and you saw him dragging in a giant teddy bear.

“I got you this as a sorry,” Wonwoo spoke breathlessly once he hauled a giant teddy bear into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“A giant teddy?” You asked, getting off the couch and walking over to your boyfriend and the giant plush he dragged in.

“It’s cute, and its eyes say, ‘forgive me,’” Wonwoo explained, making you giggle at him.

“You’re a dork,” you said, giggling and Wonwoo nodded in agreement.

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Wonwoo countered, and you laughed at him.

“I am sorry for being late, my love, I won’t say it’ll never happen again, but I’ll be better about letting you know,” Wonwoo said, and you nodded, smiling as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.

“Please do, and also, if I’m being honest with you, if you just came by sans teddy bear. I’d still forgive you; you have the cutest face when you’re sulking,” you explained, making Wonwoo pout.

“See,” you said, grinning, “the cutest,” you added, making Wonwoo smile as he leant down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m only cute behind closed doors. Out in the world, I’m cool and sexy,” Wonwoo defended, making you laugh.

“I did fall in love with a dork, didn’t I?” You asked aloud, and Wonwoo nodded.

“You say it like it’s a problem,” Wonwoo huffed, and you grinned at him. You swore your chest hurt from how much he made your heart ache with his cuteness.

“Not a problem at all, my love, not when I get to see this handsome face,” you said, tightening your grip around his waist.

“Even when this handsome face is sulking because he’s late?” Wonwoo asked, and you giggled.

“Yes, especially then, a face like that and teddy bears? I never stood a chance at being mad,” you added, making Wonwoo smile, scrunching his nose slightly.

“God, I love you,” Wonwoo huffed out proudly as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek and moved his lips from your cheek to graze over your lips, pulling you into a gentle kiss that had you melting against his body.

“Let me first put Alfred down and turn him to face the wall, so he doesn’t see anything scandalous, and then I can spend the whole night showing you how sorry I am?” Wonwoo offered with a playful glint in his eyes as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tighter against him.

“You named the bear Alfred?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Why?” You asked, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Forgive me, love, he looked like an Alfred,” Wonwoo said casually, and you rolled your eyes in amusement.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo nodded, agreeing.

“I am, I really am.”

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