#ji's legs too i guess

[furiwokaaan]

school AU and they're all in different clubs....😊Wang is probably at home playing chess against bots or something idk

[toruro]

I REQUEST NASTY DIGUSTING SLIGHTLY WEIRD AND OFF PUTTING JIHOON SMUT THIS INSTANT

maybe like hate sex and they're really going at it and jihoon is kind of (really) a dick but the reader loves it and they're both possessive okay bye

or a/b/o

side by side

pairing. jihoon x reader tags. smut (18+ / minors dni), implied enemies & fwb au, bulge kink, creampie w/c. 1.4k (what the heck this wasn't supposed to be more than 500 words) a/n. ur targeting me bc i love mean men and this is only encouraging me

"say it again," he grunts from behind you, the words rumbling from deep in his throat. his voice is low and gravely, and the harshness of his tone has your stomach churning in a way that you don't want to unpack.

"missed this—" you choke out, body throttling as you brace yourself against the armrest of the sofa, shoving your face into the cushions. "missed it so-o-o much," you whine as jihoon's grip hardens on you. you're sure his knuckles are white, and you're even more sure that you'll have bruises all over in the morning.

"bet you did," he grunts, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust at the end, the skin on your ass burning at the contact. "missed my cock so much you had to hang off of soonyoung like a fucking pet to get my attention, huh?"

"'m sorry," you hiccup as jihoon's powerful snapping of his hips sends you deeper into the cushions. faced pressed into the sofa, your drool and tears staining the cloth. "'m so sorry," you try to repeat when he doesn't relent with his face, seemingly fucking into you harder as you gasp out the words.

there's something that burns behind his eyes when jihoon sees you like this; knowing that you can run your mouth all you want around your friends, being all coy with your deceivingly shy smiles and batting eyelashes, but at the end of the day he's the one who gets to see you like this.

this being the way your body seems to bend to jihoon's very touch (when he brushed a thumb against your bottom lip the first time and you swallowed him right in, swirling your thumb all over the finger), the way the only words you seem to know are a string of curses and his name ("ji-jihoon—ah, fuck ..."), the way you take everything he gives you.

who would've guessed that the person who couldn't seem to dislike jihoon enough was the same person crying under him every night. it enthralls him, how much power over you jihoon has.

(he ignores how every time you whine his name, he get's pushed closer and closer to his relief. he ignores how his heart melts just a little when you pull him down into a ravaging kiss. jihoon ignores the hold you've got over him too.)

"are you? are you sorry? seemed like you were having fun with 'soonie'," jihoon recalls when he slips out of your hot cunt, a series of incoherent whines and complains slipping from your lips at the feeling of being empty.

"jihoon," you drawl out, wiggling your ass back as you dumbly try to chase any sort of friction you can get, but jihoon's not having any of it as he pins you down with his hand. "fuck, i'm sorry ... i really really am," you choke out, as jihoon yanks you down the length of the couch and flips you over so you're laying on your back.

"really?" jihoon asks, and you can finally see his face—the way his eyebrows furrow together and sweat beads down his forehead. the way his lips are flush and mouth slightly open as he pants for air. it's beautiful, and for a second you realize you feel too much, and focus back on the feeling of his fat cock prodding slipping through your folds. "or would you rather be with 'soonie,' right now?"

"no!" you protest immediately, wrapping your legs around his torso as an attempt to ground jihoon in place. "only you, only want you," you pant, lifting your hips to meet his cock halfway as he finally pushed into you. "please jihoonie?" you coo, letting your eyes well up with tears once more, but this time out of pure frustration and desperation.

jihoon's got his arms on either side of your head, sharp gaze boring into yours as you blink rapidly, and something flashes in his expression before he furrows his eyebrows and pulls his hips back.

the feeling of being so full suddenly going to painfully empty is dizzying, and as your vision begins to grow foggy, jihoon scoffs, "you think you can just bat your eyelashes and cry a lil and i'll fuck you?"

when you don't respond, merely lolling your head to the side as you look up at him with pleading eyes and a pouty lip, jihoon slips away from all self control and jams his cock into you. "jihoon!" you mewl, thighs spread up higher against your chest as his weight presses into you, cock so deep in your cunt you think you might feel him in your tummy. "jus' like tha—oh, yea-ah jus' like that ..."

"feels good?" jihoon grunts, but doesn't give you the chance to respond so he can smash his lips into yours, tongues mingling in a hot mess of love and anger and lust all at once. jihoon's left hand runs over your waist as kisses you, cock fucking in and out of you with long and powerful deep thrusts. his paws at your tits occasionally, flicking over the nipples and kneading into the soft flesh while he swallows up your moans with his tongue. it's only when his fingers finally smooth over your stomach when jihoon freezes as he's balls-deep inside of you.

"n-no," you cry out, fruitlessly trying to squirm beneath his weight, but jihoon's still on top of you. "please," you choke out, "please don't stop jihoonie—"

"fuck," jihoon finally groans, cutting you off with a shallow but fulfilling thrust, eyes trained on watching your stomach as he does so. you're about to whine and tell him to fuck you harder, but for a moment you watch his face flush and muscles twitch, and you curiously follow his gaze.

you don't expect find is the imprint of jihoon's cock against your stomach.

"oh," you breath out, watching as jihoon takes your hand gingerly and presses it agains the bump at the base of your tummy. gently, he throws in an experimental thrust, and for a moment the bulge disappears before you feel it reappear. "oh—jihoonie, fuck ... s'deep," you moan as his thrusts begin to regain their original vigor.

you feel something different with the way jihoon fucks you. it's difficult to articulate into words because he's fucking your brains out at this point, but there's a fire behind each thrust that has you moaning at the top of your lungs.

jihoon's fucking into you with harsh and calculated snaps of his hips, watching the way his cock bulges against your tummy, groaning under his breath. "needed me so much, huh? had to make room for me and my cock, didn't you?"

the way you struggle to responds spurs jihoon on. he's drunk on you; he'd hate to admit it but you've grown on him. it'd be a problem, he vaguely thinks, but when you begin to babble about how you "love his cock, love him," jihoon realizes that it's not really a problem at all. fuck. he can unpack his feelings later, but right now, he needs to lose himself to you.

"good baby," he coos finally, bringing down a hand to rub against your clit. "g'na cum soon, right?"

"yeah," you nod your head vigorously, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back down for a messy set of kisses. "cum w'me, jihoonie," you mutter against him.

"fuck," and the way jihoon whines the curse has you writhing against the sofa. "fuck yeah, you'll let me cum in you, right baby? g'na let me make you mine, yeah?"

"yea-ah, please," you grunt against him as your body lurches back and forth and the increasing force of his thrusts. "'m so close," you continue as your vision starts to blur and your ears begin to rush.

"shit, me too just—fuckin' perfect pussy every," he groans, and with one final, sharp thrust jihoon's spilling inside of you. the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls white in thick, heavy spurts has your own orgasm crushing down on you, spasming around jihoon as he shallowing continues to thrust and ride out your highs.

you chant a mantra of his name as your vision blurs white and you pant for air, him flopping down onto your chest as he stills inside of you. jihoon can think about his feelings later, but for now, he revels in the feeling of you murmuring his name as you doze off under him.

[diorcities]

dumb blond

pairing: park jisung x afab!reader.

genre: smut.

content: jisung's a pervert, oral sex, unprotected sex (jisung pulls out), choking, hair pulling, manhandling, riding, slight cum play.

wc: 1,5k (didn't count this time)

after inviting your boyfriend to your dorm room to keep you company while you were studying, you realized that maybe it wasn't the best decision you've ever made. you had asked him to help memorize the elements of the periodic table, but one thing led to another, and after getting bored, your boyfriend decided to change the rules of the game.

"it could be anything," he says simply. explaining the ways of his guessing game, where you'll get whatever you want if you get the answer right. so he waits, running his fingers over the pages, even when he already knows the answer. how he likes it when you're vocal. "what if i get it wrong?" you want to know. he shrugs. "then i get something."

he leans back against the headboard, making room between his legs for you. facing him, his gaze runs over the notebook.

"bromo."

shit.

he watches you lose your mind, hacking away in bits and pieces in search of the answer. "33?". he clicks his tongue. "too bad, gorgeous," he pities you, "now, strip."

your eyes widen at his words. almost speechless, but thinking about it. your hands go to your shirt, starting to lift the fabric up to the top of your head until you're down to your bra. you catch him looking too much at the exposed area. "atomic mass?" he asks, clearing his throat.

"jisung," you groan, rolling your eyes. he laughs. "you know the rules."

even when you lost at convenience, and getting exactly what you wanted, there was still a desire to win; reluctantly, you pull off your pajama shorts. "let's go on..." he says, but you cut him off. "you forgot the symbol," you remind him. crawling toward him, you say, inches from his face, "gotcha. it's br."

he smiles, satisfied, before you pull him into a kiss, humming softly as you feel his velvety tongue lazily play with yours.

"carbon."

"c," you reply. "atomic number 6." "atomic mass." with each answer, jisung leaves lingering kisses on your lips, until it is impossible to answer. he leans over you, causing his glasses to slide down his septum and hit your forehead gently. "12,011," you add eventually.

"mercury."

"hg. take off your shirt." you don't know if he's doing it on purpose, putting the easiest elements on you so you can guess them. at this point, he's not even looking at the notebook to make sure you're right. it lies open on the bed, oblivious. "atomic number," he asks. in his eyes dances the flame of mischief and amusement. pupils dilate in his crescent eyes as he smiles when he sees that you don't know the answer. "lie down on the bed." you do as he asks, watching him hover over you.

"antimony."

"ji...," you wail. "you should know better. you've been studying since the afternoon," he suddenly excuses himself. "i don't know," you admit, giving up. a smirk of victory appears briefly on the boy's face before he leans over you. you close your eyes as you feel his warm breath impact your skin, which reacts to the act impulsively. his lips leave a trail of random kisses all over your naked body. "iodine," he asks now, and because your mind is completely blank, you cannot respond.

you hear jisung chuckle lightly, feeling his smile on your skin, before his hands travel to your back, which arches at his intentions, freeing your bra.

"boro." his fingers brush the lower area of your breasts, frolicking. your skin bristles at his fingers, desperate for him to finally touch you. in a lucid moment, the fog in your head from the carousel of emotions disperses. "b."

"tell me what you want," he pronounces. his voice has become thick and husky, his brown eyes consumed in their entirety by his black pupil. you take his hand between yours, curling your palm around his index and middle finger, bringing his hand right where you want it.

jisung holds your chest, contemplating your bristling skin, before beginning to trace patterns on the sensitive surface.

"aluminum." his movements stop, and it's complete torture. your mouth feels dry and you feel dazed for a few seconds. "shit... a?" you try. jisung purses his lips and slowly denies “al, atomic mass 26.981539." he moves closer to you, and you think he's going to kiss you, but his lips drop down and miss yours before you feel his wet mouth around your nipple. you let out a gasp, as your hands shoot up into his hair. his head makes light movements as his teeth gently bite your skin. his kisses move to the next, using his hand to caress your other breast as his mouth does wonders for your sanity.

"ji..." you whisper, feeling your body beg for his. his face pulls away from your chest and down, and down, and down. "hydrogen," he says, and you know he's letting you have it easy. when your mouth utters an answer you're no longer sure is right or wrong, you add, "take off your pants."

you see him turn away from you to do as you ask. your gaze sweeps over his slender figure, before stopping on the bulge that is marked on his underwear, threatening to rip the fabric of his pants. your body moves out of self-consciousness, pulling you closer to him. jisung holds still as you scatter kisses across his lower abdomen. your eyes seek his gaze, already contemplating you from above. his thumb caresses your cheek as you decide to release his length, which hits his stomach, erect.

shit, you never get tired of admiring it.

jisung's hands go to your hair. on his wrist lies your hair tie, which he uses to put your hair into a messy ponytail. your heart skip a beat when you remember the other times he did the same because he has a thing for your hair tied up when he's fucking you.

"put it in your mouth," he encourages you, "i know you can." and that's all he has to say, for you to wrap your mouth around his cock using your hand to make circles each time it goes in and out. you bob your head up and down, hearing the little husky sounds jisung makes, urging you to keep doing it. his length jolts slightly as you pull it out of your mouth, making jisung moan in disagreement. you don't have time to react as he hovers over you and pushes you onto the bed, pressing your back against the mattress.

you see him hold his member in his hand, while the other remains holding your thigh, to one side of his hip. you feel it press on your entrance, a current shakes your body. your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pushes into your hips slowly, his cock expanding you for him. your arousal allows it to enter easily, stopping momentarily, and you are already seeing stars. your legs wrap around his back, pulling him towards you. jisung buries himself deeper, and your body reacts by arching. mouth open letting out a choked moan. his hand goes to your neck, squeezing slightly. you hear him laugh. "i haven't even started and you're already like this." before gently thrusting into you. “do you want it all, gorgeous?” he asks, and you nod two, three, four times. you want to feel it all complete. you want all of him.

jisung's lunges make you see galaxies. he penetrates you again and again, with harsh and hungry movements. his grip keeps you firm under him, as he destroys you with every thrust of his hips. touching the sweet spot of your pussy, without ease. he grunts and breathes, squeezing the soft flesh of your thigh, holding it at an angle that gives him more access to your abused cunt. your mouth produces nonsense sounds, brainwashed. an electric current whipping through your senses, skin-deep, before he stops. his hands turn you around effortlessly. you blink dazedly and lethargic, feeling his teeth bite into your ass cheek before he aligns on you again. you smile blissfully as he grabs your hair and continues to pounce on you, pressing your hips into him, he pushes you down, placing you in the position he pleases. you support your weight with your hands, burying your head in the mattress as jisung burrows into your cervix.

his rhythmic thrusts change pace, fucking you with slow, hard strokes. his moans accompanying his movements. yours join. feeling faint from the exhilarating sensations, desperate, eager for more. you start to move your hips against his. the impact clouds your senses and sends spasms through your extremities. "do you want to ride it?" you nod awkwardly. you almost squirm as he pulls himself out of your heat, but you fall silent as he sits next to you, waiting. you climb up on your hindquarters as best you can, swinging one leg over his waist. jisung helps you balance on him. aligning his cock his with your entrance. he glided hastily, moaning in sync.

you kiss the soft skin of his shoulders and neck, while you feel his arms around your waist. the feeling of him completely inside you is so intense and overwhelming, that it causes you to tighten your legs around his hips instinctively. your walls contract and jisung jerks his head back, before you begin to rock your hips, eventually bobbing up and down.

jisung holds you while he looks at you from below, your body in a desirable and sensual swing. he swears his vision blurs when he watches you. your face contracts before the carousel of delight that you are sharing. observing him moan for you, closing his eyes because the feeling is so overwhelming, but opening them again because he doesn't want to lose an instant of you, drinking in your sight.

"shit… ji, 'mgonna c-cum." your nails dig into his skin. his mouth finds your jaw and neck, and he sucks gently, marking you as his. "fu-uck, me too." his confession only makes you move faster. your moan dies in his mouth as he kisses you, before leaning back to get a better view of your hips colliding with his. the act allows you to lean back, holding on to his legs, bouncing mercilessly on his dick. feeling your muscles tense more and more. feeling a tingle followed by your mind clouding over and your walls tightening by wrapping up his length.

you hear jisung growl, and it's all you need to release in shock waves. a current bathes your body as you reach your climax, and spasms attack you in waves as you don't stop moving your hips, stimulating the sensitive zone. you feel jisung tense under your weight, finally reaching his orgasm. you take out his member that squirms as he empties his seed on himself. you use your hand to stimulate him as he cum, hearing him hiss at the sensation. with slow, firm strokes, you milk his cock for him until the boy is a bundle of soft moans. his length falls limp on your pelvic crease. you lick the residue from your fingers and do the same with his cock tenderly, savoring the taste of him.

jisung invites you to lie on his chest, welcoming you warmly as you listen to the erratic beating of his heart, becoming calmer and calmer. "even though i love this plot development, i still have to study for my test," you mutter, "how am i supposed to say that the atomic mass of aluminum is 26.98?" you remember, getting up to take your notebook and take a look.

jisung laughs.

"981539," he recites, as your eyes sweep over the number. your mouth opens in awe because he got it right. you look at him with a vicious look. "do you want to play again?"

[leeknow-thoughts]

GAG GIFTS!

TW : PISS!, implied chubby!reader, roommates to hookup?, slight crying, DOM!JISUNG??!!?, fem!reader, sub!reader, clit play, clit spanking (once), use of aphrodisiacs, cunnilingus, cowgirl, p in v, creampie, slight oral fixation if you squint, fingering, porn, orgasm denial, edging, i think that's all

a/n : this is the FILTHIEST thing i've ever written just fyi!

You sat, huddled in the circle of your closest friends. You tore open the gift in front of you. Aphrodisiac chocolates, great, you glare at your friend Minho, who shoots you a wink.

As if you need anymore of a reminder of how single you are. "I doubt they even work," you mumble to yourself.

The party moved on into the night, people started to leave and now it was just you and your roommate Jisung left cleaning up the mess. You decided to take some of the chocolate, not thinking it would work, and if it did you could always get yourself off and then go to sleep. "Ooh chocolate!" you turn around from washing the dishes, just in time to see Han take a bite of it.

"Oh fuck! Spit that out!" you beg him.

He looks at you with confusion written all on his face, "what? Is there something wrong with them? Are they laced?"

"No!" you pause, "they're a gag gift from Minho, they're supposed to y'know get you in the mood?"

His face falls, "oh my gosh I am so sorry," he apologizes profusely.

"It'll be fine! I bet they don't even work!" you sigh.

"And if they do?" Jisung asks.

You shrug, "I guess we are horny."

You go back to washing the dishes until they're all done. When you complete them, you decided you'd watch a movie.

"Why don't we play a game," Jisung proposes out of no where.

"What kind of game?" you ask.

He grins, "how about we watch an adult film, like a porno and whoever has to excuse themselves first loses. Loser has to treat the winner to a fancy dinner."

You scoff, "fine, you're on."

Jisung picks out the movie, you don't really care too much about it, you care more about beating Han. "You know the rules, first to excuse themselves loses," he clarifies before he starts the movie.

You nod, and the movie starts. It starts off strong two guys fucking a girl, she has one of their cocks in her mouth the other in her pussy. "I thought this was supposed to be hard?" you smirk.

Jisung spreads himself out, watching the scene unfold in front of him on the screen. Fuck, he looks good like that. He hadn't shaved in the past few days, his 5 o'clock shadow visible. He was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and his favorite baggy shirt. His dirty blonde hair was pushed back out of his face. His clear framed glasses sat on his nose. Fuck, he looked so delicious.

What the fuck.

Your roommate, Jisung, hot? Maybe you had gone crazy. Sure he was conventionally attractive, but really? Jisung?

You snap out of your trance, deciding to focus on the screen in front of you. Now the girl sat pliantly on a man's face. His 5 o'clock shadow was visible underneath her cunt. You wonder if Jisung's scruff would scratch against your inner thighs like the guy on screen did to the girls.

"You good there babe?" Jisung teases you.

"Fine," you smile.

The girl on the screen was quite a bit smaller than you, barely any fat on her stomach, you wondered if your tummy would jiggle a bit if Jisung were fucking you from behind. Or if he would use your wide hips as leverage. You look at Jisung again, eyes trailing down to his pants. Your eyes made contact with the obvious tent. "Ji, you're hard, I won," you smile.

"The rule was first to excuse themself, not the first to get hard, besides you can't get hard," he reminds you.

A moment of silence passes between the both of you, "so then it wouldn't be wrong if I just started masterbating right here? Because I didn't excuse myself?" you question him.

His eyes go wide, "if that's what you want, then sure," he grins.

You wait for a moment before deciding you'd actually do it. But the wetness between your legs was becoming uncomfortable. You had to do something about it. Your pants were discarded somewhere on the floor, you spread your legs.

Your panties were absolutely soaked with your slick, "c'mere," Jisung tells you.

You don't know why you listen, but you do, you move over to his lap. He spreads your legs open on his lap, the cool air of the room hitting your inner thighs. "Hold your legs back hmm," he coos, "do that for me pretty, hold your legs open jus' for me."

You hold your legs open, staring at the TV in front of you, the girl's pussy was being eaten out by one of the guys while the other restrained her. You didn't even realize where Jisung's hands had went until you felt them playing with your clit over your silk panties.

"Atta girl," he praises as your body writhes against his own, "stay still for me baby."

When you refuse to stay still, a hard slap falls onto your pussy, "if you want me to touch you, you're gonna stay still m'kay," he whispers in your ear before leaving a love bite against your neck, "each time you move, I'll stop for ten seconds."

He moves his hands away from your pussy, and all you can do is watch the girl on TV get ravished by the two guys. Such a long ten seconds. You can feel every heartbeat, every nerve in your body on fire.

His hands resume their movements, this time he does it under your panties. "Oh darling you're so wet hmm," he coos, "such a perfect cunt, all wet and needy."

You watch the girl on the screen, as one of the guys fucks his cum back into her with his tongue. "You think you'd want me to do that? Mhm? Finger fuck my cum back into you?," he pauses, "or would you rather me feed it back to you off my fingers?"

His fingers drew small circles on your clit as his kissed down your neck. "Hmm? Too dumb to speak? It's okay baby, I'll just do both," he whispers in your left ear.

His movements on your clit became more intense, you dangled on the edge of your orgasm and you couldn't help but move. "Tsk tsk tsk, I told you to stay still didn't I?" he murmurs as he removes his hands.

You cry out, tears beginning to stream down your face, "needa cum please Ji!" you whine and pleade.

You can hear his smile through his voice, "yeah? My little one needs to cum?" he mocks you.

Salty tears stream down your face as he finally resumes his movements on your clit, "fuck- need- cum-." you babble.

"That's it, cum," he commands.

And you did, your back arching and thighs trembling against him. Whining and babbling like a baby against him as you move against his hand. "Atta girl," he praises, rubbing you through your orgasm.

"Open," he taps your mouth, inserting the fingers he was touching you with inside, "suck."

You suck on his fingers, sucking your own slick from them. "There you go, good job," he praises.

But unlike normally, the ache between your legs didn't go away. It got bigger instead. The yearning for more got bigger. "Again!" you beg him.

You flip over so you are now straddling his waist. "Again?" he smiles into a kiss.

You pull apart and nod your head desperately, "needa cum again," you whine.

You grind your hips against his own desperate for friction. "Cum on my cock?" he asks.

You nod, pushing his pants down just enough so that his cock is free. And fuck his cock was pretty. Thick with a dark tan tip and veins running down the sides and nicely trimmed pubes. It looked absolutely delicious. Maybe after this he'd give you a treat and make you suck him off.

You pushed your panties to the side just enough to let his cock line up at your soaking entrance. You were so wet, you doubted that you even needed time to adjust. You sank your hips down, taking his whole cock all at once. "Such a perfect pussy," he grins.

He puts his hands behind his head and leans back against the couch, a smug grin plastered on his pretty face, "you wanna cum, work for it."

You whine but oblige, bouncing up and down on his cock. Resting your hands on his chest for more support. "That's it," he hisses, eyes rolling to the back of his head, "bounce just like that sweetheart."

You keep moving your hips, desperately trying to reach your high. "Pull your sweater up baby, let me see those pretty tits," he says before helping you lift your sweater above your head.

He unclasps your bra for you and throws it somewhere in the living room. His hands knead your tits, rolling your nipples with his fingers.

You snake one of your hands down to rub on your clit. The overstimulation helping bring you closer and closer to the edge of another orgasm.

All of a sudden you have to pee. Like you need to pee. "Ji- Ji stop! I have to pee!" you warn him.

A devilish smile crosses his face, "hold it for me baby."

Your eyes snap wide open as you look at him. But they soon get closed whenever Jisung starts thrusting up into you. "Ji! I'm serious I'm gonna pee!" you squeal.

"Go ahead," he smirks, looking up at you with the most mischievous eyes.

He keeps fucking up into you to the point where you can't hold it anymore. You feel yourself peeing before you can stop yourself. The feeling of relief washes over you as you watch the golden liquid spray all over Jisung's lap and seep down into the couch. You find yourself cumming, clenching around his cock.

You felt so dirty. "Such a good girl," Jisung praises you, "gonna cum inside this pretty pussy."

And he does. You feel his cum seeping into your swollen pussy. He stills inside you, letting his load fill you to the brim.

But he wasn't done, he flipped you onto all fours. Eating your cunt from behind. "Give me one more," he coos.

"Can't!" you whine.

"Yes you fucking can," he says before kissing your swollen clit.

You feel his fingers prod at your entrance before they push in while his tongue works its magic on your abused clit. The scruff of his 5 o'clock shadow scratches against your inner thighs. His fingers pump in and out of your hole, curling to hit that spongy spot inside your pussy.

The overstimulation stings, but it somehow brings you even closer to the edge of another orgasm. You have little time to warn him before you cum all over his tongue. "So good for me," he praises.

He removes his fingers from your pussy before sticking those same fingers back in your mouth, letting you suck them completely dry.

You really would need to thank Minho for those chocolates in the morning.

[hyunsvngs]

This was definitely inspired by that little glimpse of Hyune's happy trail in a photo where his shirt rode up (and no I haven't thought about it an unhealthy amount shush...) But I'm guessing most of SKZ either shave or wax and I can imagine them being shy about having pubic hair.

Say they let it grow out a bit (either on break or tour) and when you go to touch them they pull back because they haven't shaved, and you have to reassure them that you do not care one bit. I'm specifically thinking of Chan, Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix but it could be any of them honestly.

Imagine sitting behind them and pulling them against you so that they're tucked between your legs with their back to your chest. You wrap your arms around their waist, letting your fingers slip underneath their shirt and trace the soft skin of their stomach. Then you go to dip beneath their waistband and they tense up and grab your hand.

"Baby don't, I haven't shaved."

"Do you honestly think I would be bothered by that?"

You gently coax them to relax, lavishing them with praise and reassurances and eventually they let you. Your fingers brush through the small patch of hair while you press kisses along their jawline and the column of their neck, drawing out soft moans and whimpers.

It wouldn't necessarily have to turn sexual, especially with Chan and Felix. They would just melt into you and adore the intimacy. If you do it while spooning them in bed they might even fall asleep, or get into the habit of shyly asking you to stroke their pubic hair when you're in bed together.

Hyune and Ji would probably get too sensitive and needy after a while and end up pushing your hand onto their cock, but they also enjoy the intimacy -- especially the vulnerability aspect for them.

-😺

ohhh i love hairy skz !! NEED THEM SO BADD. i think with chan and hyunjin it'd be a cute domestic thing, but i think jisung is the horniest dog ever and felix is a bonafide gremlin. jisung's caveman brain would kick in and realise that oh, you like that, and oh- hand near my dick, and he's huffing and puffing and bucking his chubby hard cock into your hand within minutes.

felix would try to be a bit more coy about it i think. felix acting all innocent and pretending his shaft isn't dripping a storm in his boxers.. acting as if he's embarrassed about it, shifting his hips away from you and wiggling and oh! it bumped your hand, darn it. by the time you're pumping his shaft he's doing that sexy little smile of his that he got what he wanted, kissing up the column of your throat.

[soobnny]

to be human — han jisung. roommate au. friends to lovers. kind of comfort fic. supernatural au.

your shapeshifter friend forgets how to turn back into a human and has a crisis. inspired by this artwork. (~1k words)

“Jisung?”

It’s quiet in your apartment where Jisung would usually blast music. It’s strange to be greeted by silence instead, a little concerning even.

“Ji?” You try calling out again, stepping cautiously inside as you briefly draw your eyes to each room in search of your roommate.

“I’m in here.” Jisung’s voice has a tone of dejection to it as he replies to you from the bathroom. Grogginess indicative of exhaustion and resignation.

You know something’s wrong.

When he hears your footsteps padding towards where he is, his tone shifts to one of panic. “Please don’t come in.”

You already know why.

“Jisung, I’m not scared of you.” The door creeks open when you enter, and Jisung is still hidden in the bathtub behind drawn out shower curtains.

He doesn’t want you to see him like this.

You know he startles easily in this state, so you do your best to keep your footsteps light, actions gentle as you peel back the shower curtain and step into the tub with him. One leg after the other. It’s small, doesn’t really fit the two of you — you press your knees to your chest in trial of a solution so you can give him more space in the tub.

A minute goes by.

“How many eyes do I have?” He squeaks, not being able to take the silence, and it’s a sign that it’s okay for you to look at him. Locking eyes with his form, you briefly scan his features, not dwelling too hard on anything. You know he wouldn’t want that.

You count in your head. One. Two. Three… “Uh, seven?”

“Just pick one to focus on.” You listen to him, eyes focused on the one of his eyes. He looks so small like this, despite doubling in his usual size, and you know cogs are turning in his brain (if he even had one). It’s been a while since he’s been stuck outside of his human form.

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay.”

“Are you in pain?”

“A bit.” The pained way he speaks is so close to human emotion that it shatters you. “I’m sorry you have to see me this way.”

“You are still my friend, you know?” You try to speak with comfort. You know he needs it the most. You hope to cement in him that what he looked like didn’t matter to you — just that, at the end of the day, it was still him behind all the masks he puts on.

He scoffs. “Not looking like… this.”

“That doesn’t matter. It’s still you, isn’t it?”

A heartbeat passes. Yours. He simply sits in silence to process your words. You wonder what he’s thinking of.

“I guess.” You smile at his response. It visibly calms him down. “Oh, by the way, I got you something.”

You grab the backpack you had dropped just beside the tub. It’s his, had given it to you months ago, and there’s a picture of the two of you in the form of a keychain hanging by the zipper.

“I know you technically don’t need to eat anything but… I remember you said you really liked this when you were still human.”

It’s cheesecake wrapped in plastic, and if Jisung had a heart, he’s convinced it would be beating twice the normal rate.

You’re right, he doesn’t need to eat, but he will save it as something to remember this moment by.

“I hope it helps you remember being… you.” You place it on the space between the two of you in the tub. He’ll grab it later. There’s something else in his mind.

“Where did you get that?” Jisung questions, eyes fixated on something else entirely.

“Oh, just the bakery I pass on the way to uni.”

“No, the picture.”

“The picture?” You look down at where he’s looking. Your keychain.

“This? I always carry it on me.” You show it to him proudly. A memory passes in his head. He doesn’t remember much, but he does remember being happy the day that picture was taken.

“You do…?” You hum to confirm his inquiry. Silence washes over, and just as quick as it comes, it’s ripped away by sniffling coming from Jisung’s end.

He doesn’t cry, but it looks like he’s about to.

“Give me your hand.” You demand, though tone gentle in case he didn’t wanna be touched.

“What? No.” He’s still sniffling.

“I want to hold it.”

This time, he blinks. All seven of his eyes. Flashes of him attempting to hold your hand before, all in vain.

“Since when do you like holding hands?”

“Since now.” You mumble. Your hand is outstretched, just waiting for him to take it if he wanted.

Long sharp nails greet you, and you have to use both of your hands to hold his one properly. For a second, you feel a spark of life when your hands meet.

He feels it too.

“We’ll get through this together, okay?” Jisung lets you hold his hand. He’s looking at you now, less afraid of himself and how he looks. It’s quiet here with you, isn’t so loud. He could get used to this.

His fingers curl around your hand, completely swallowing it by the sheer size of his. Your whole hand fits in his. It feels nice. Warm in comparison to the cold he feels in this state.

“Okay.” Jisung’s tone is softer now.

It’s easier to remember what feeling human is like with you. He wonders if the unidentifiable feeling he gets when you’re with him is something he had felt back when he had a beating heart.

Wonders if the way he felt when he saw the picture you keep of the two of you mean anything to his humanness. Does it count for something if he wants to keep holding your hand every day after today?

Jisung doesn’t breathe, doesn’t bleed, doesn’t need to consume anything to survive — but he’s capable of loving, and that makes him human enough.

[strayed-quokka]

lifeblood || ji changmin

» summary: your blood was sweet, you were sweet, and changmin is addicted.

» pairing: ji changmin x female reader

» rating: NC-17 minors do not interact 

» genre: supernatural, just porn tbh, smut, vampires

» warnings: oral (f recieving), fingering, i guess blood play (according to google it counts), changmin thinks your blood is sweet (yes we went there), biting, scratching, bruising, changmin can be scary in theory but also takes care of you, rough(ish) sex, aftercare, big dick changmin because that is my brand, one use of good girl, sweet names, creampie, brief loss of conciousness if you really look, implied feelings if you squint, oh and he’s pretty fucking strong

» words: 3,296

» a/n: LISTEN I have no excuse, this is filth, it is a mess, roar changmin is to blame. And I wanna just warn that if you have any issues with blood drinking just don’t read it I warned you now PFFF. Like… it’s not for everyone and I get it. But don’t come at me for it if you proceed anyway cause changmin is a vampire and acts accordingly so yeah that is all thank q. 

The stories you’d been told when you were younger should’ve maybe deterred you from letting the night time bleed into your window, casting dark shadows along with the moon that illuminated through the sheer curtains. You were always told to be vary, to be afraid of the creatures that roamed in the dark. 

The ones that watched you when you’d turn around, the ones who’s bright yellow eyes were a threat, and even more so when they illuminated red. 

So why you were letting one spread your bare legs now was beyond you.

Changmin had been an intriguing mystery to you since you met. He seemed sweet, with dimples that charmed you and eyes that seemed so inviting, but when that smile dropped and he became hungry, everything changed. 

He could be scary, downright terrifying even, if he wanted to be. His threats that he made were real, always, and his anger was not easy to contain if he released it. Though despite all that, he possessed a hold on you so tight that every time he asked to be invited into your house, you said yes.

It was your own fault. When you’d first met, it was at a gas station and you’d managed to cut your finger somehow on the clip you press down to fill up your car's gas, and almost within seconds, Changmin was behind you. 

You should be careful.

He was warning you. Told you that your blood smelled so sweet, it may attract attention from people that would hurt you to get a taste. By the time you’d agreed to let him keep you company to protect you, it was already too late to realise that there was no way he could smell it. 

Unless he was one too. 

Once you did realise, he simply looked down at you and grinned, almost wicked, as if he knew he was caught but didn’t have any shame. Though despite all that, despite his hunger for you in particular, he had never made you feel like you needed to run away. 

And maybe that’s why you were foolish enough to let him stay around, to lick off the wound on your thumb that night and to come around every now and then to try it again. It was an addicting thrill, one that nearly made you feel high, to risk your life in his hands more and more every time. 

You were covered in healing puncture wounds from his fangs at various stages, hidden mostly though he’d been particularly careless the other day on your neck, bitten too high and now you were stuck in sweaters far too warm for the weather. He’d check on it occasionally, made sure none of your wounds ever got infected. You’d agreed for him to feed off you, but he had made it clear that he’d always check that you were healing as a compromise to you letting him. 

The way he always checked on you was one of the reasons that you were able to calm down, to tell your body that you were safe, despite the sharp pain you’d feel, followed by that same thrilling high. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he’s looking down at you, his chest bare, your ankles over his shoulders as he caresses your legs. You were left in your lace underwear that you’d learned he liked in particular and a tight cropped shirt that was doing nothing to hide your erect nipples. 

“Tell me more,” you demand, and Changmin may be annoyed by your insistent attitude if it weren’t for how you were begging the words out with light breaths. He grins instead, turns to the side to kiss your leg before retracting his fangs, letting the point that’s sharper than a blade just scratch the surface of your skin. 

It almost tickles, making you squirm. 

“Hmmm, I could,” he starts, then leans down to hover over your chest, staring straight into your eyes with ones that are a sharp yellow, “or I could show you?”

You say yes before he’s barely finished speaking, and he knows he has you right where he wants you as he goes to take your shirt off, leaving you in just your panties, ones that are clinging to you with the dampness between your legs.

He’s rather harsh in spreading your legs apart, pushing your left thigh to the side and pressing it into the mattress. The flimsy fabric slips between your folds, revealing part of your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes and you almost don’t notice how quickly he’s sunken down to lie with his head near your thigh, arms under your upper thigh before they circle up to grip your waist. 

“Baby,” it’s almost condescending, the tone he uses to speak to you, but there’s something about the draw of his voice that has any ability to bite back, fall to the back of your throat, “I’ve barely touched you.”

You know what he’s talking about. You’re so aroused by his mere presence, that the barely there touches are enough to make you wet. He could do the bare minimum and it would likely still turn you on. Changmin was just… different. Hard to explain, but he was beautiful and calculating, and he’d somehow managed to figure you out in such a short span of time that he knew exactly what to do and how to do it. 

“Touch me then,” it’s the only real demand you manage to make, but even then it sounds weak, strained in your throat though he seems to take to the request. You feel the way he hooks two of his fingers by the lace covering your modesty (barely), pushing the fabric to one side before his tongue lays flat between your folds. 

The sudden feel of him between your legs has you jolt upwards in surprise, but it makes him eager to keep going. He doesn’t need to be slow with you, can be, but doesn’t have to, and that’s one thing he really likes about you. 

“Cute,” he chuckles, and you know he’s looking at you like you’re easily breakable, and honestly, with him you may as well be. You’d always considered your control to be excellent and your reserve strong, but he had you weak. It was near pathetic.

He lays a kiss right over your clit before lightly releasing a breath over the bundle of nerves. The cool sensation makes you whimper, and he gives you no warning when he grabs your hips tighter with his hands, forcing your body up just slightly off your mattress, before his tongue pushes inside you. 

“Fuck, Min!” he doesn’t answer, too wrapped up in you, the way you taste and how your body responds to his mouth, to even begin to speak back. Your voice has gone from quiet to a pathetic mess of moans and soft pants, the occasional call of his name that only makes him go faster. 

You feel one of his hands slip away from your waist, and you’re about to complain about how cold the bone of your hip feels without his touch, but the thought is erased when his middle finger replaces his tongue inside you, his mouth moving back up between your drenched folds to twirl a pattern around your clit again just as he curls his finger. 

You’re going insane. 

“Y-yes… more. P-please,” and Changmin won’t deny you when you look this pretty under him, but he also has his own needs to take care of, and the heightened scent of you and your arousal has him desperately needing to taste. 

“I- I want… need to taste you,” and it’s when you connect with his eyes that you know he means something else. 

That’s another thing about Changmin. No matter how strong his urges are, he’s never once failed to ask you first if it’s okay. 

Though it would be difficult at this point to find an instance where you’d deny him the taste of you. 

You feel your orgasm build, your head rolling back as soon as you tell him yes, that he can do what he wants, and he quickens his pace to push you right over the edge. 

He doesn’t say anything to you, not that he could anyway when his mouth is preoccupied, but he does find the time to slip another two fingers inside you and you know you’re about to come undone. Changmin knows it too, feels it in how you tighten around his fingers and how your thighs press into the side of his head like you could crush him. 

Honestly, Changmin finds you so incredibly sexy when you lose your mind. 

It’s when you’re just mere seconds away from orgasm that he quickly replaces his tongue with his other free hand, his thumb over your clit instead, and it might’ve delayed your orgasm, made you mewl and plead and ask why, but that never comes. 

The sharp pain of his fangs in your thigh mixed in with the pleasure of his fingers brings you over the edge completely, arching off the bed and screaming his name so loud that you’re relieved you live alone. You nearly want to cry from how good it feels, barely comprehending the sensation of him draining you off the sweet crimson liquid that keeps you alive, his fingers still curled inside you as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans, and it’s the sexiest sound you’ve ever heard. Changmin overall, is incredibly sexy, and he loves to remind you like this. You grip his hair with the strength you have left, chest moving rapidly as you tug, trying to pull him away from your thigh. 

Changmin complies. Even if his instincts tell him he doesn’t want to, that he could drain you completely and wants to, he also knows that when you pull him away, he’s going to obey. 

It’s the only thing Changmin lets you control, mostly because he knows you do it when it’s too much, when it either hurts past pleasure (though that’s exceedingly rare), or you’re becoming dazed and lightheaded to the point of it being dangerous. That’s why he listens, even if his entire being tells him not to.

His eyes are stained red now, dark and haunting, like they are every time he consumes you, and you swear his gaze is so intense that it demands your body to move regardless of your own mind. You’ve turned around on the bed before he even asks, though he’s the one to forcibly push your knees further apart, your ass up while your face rests against the pillows. 

“You’re eager, god,” you nod desperately, though you’re not sure he even notices, “you want me to fuck you like this?” 

You try to speak. You really, honestly try, but no sound comes out. Not until you feel a sharp slap to your ass that nearly pushes your whole body forward, “Yes! Please, y-yes.”

“Good girl,” you can feel him press his body against you, his cock bare against your folds and it makes you mewl, pushing against him. He has the nerve to laugh at you, leaning down so his chest hovers over your back as he whispers in your ear, “does your leg hurt?”

You’d honestly been so out of it that you’d forgotten, though this serves as a reminder of the sting on your left upper thigh. It does hurt, but not nearly enough for you to care. 

“I’m okay,” and you say it with the most conviction, your heart warming just enough that it might scare you to what the implications of your feelings may mean. He doesn’t ask for anything else, though he’s always cautious anyway, in case anything shifts in your tone that implies that you’re not okay. 

Changmin may have fucked you quite a number of times by now, and whilst you may have gotten used to his presence in the bedroom, it somehow still surprised you when his cock would bury itself inside you. Because no matter how often you found yourself like this, you were still naive enough to believe that he must be fully inside you when he’d really only come a little over halfway. 

And every time, without fail, the realisation that he was going deeper made you whimper his name in a way that sounded like a musical note to his ears. It was beautiful, to see you so out of it when he’d barely done anything that required effort. 

He stays like this for a while, cock inside you fully while your walls constrict around him, making him hiss as he’s gripping your waist with his fingers, kneading the flesh so hard it may definitely bruise as he steadies you, and you want to tell him to move, that you need him to.

Though he knows. He knows to replace his inaction with too much, because it sends you into overdrive and he loves to see you fall apart like this. Changmin is fast, unnaturally so which makes sense given who he is, but it’s the way in which he slams his hips into you that would make you collapse if he wasn’t keeping you up. 

“Oh fuck! F-fuck… M-Minnie. Harder!” 

“Think you can… can take that?” 

He loves to tease you, push you to limits that a human shouldn’t be pushed too, but you want it and he won’t deny you. 

“Y-yes. Please, Min,” his one arm goes around your chest, lifting you up against his own, your back arched while he quickens his pace, and he’s so aggressive that it may bruise both his own hips and your ass as a result, but you don’t care. 

“Wish you could s-see what you look like,” he’s trembling, nibbling on your ear before he’s gently biting into your shoulder, just sharp enough to feel but not enough to cause injury, something which takes a level of self control that he’s spent decades trying to master. You grip the arm he has around your chest with your fingers, clawing at his forearm and flesh to hold onto just as he brings his free hand to your clit, “beautiful.”

Changmin is a master at making you fall apart. The way he slams into you is animalistic, brutal even, in ways you always wished to experience when past partners just didn’t do enough, and it’s the way he shows care to you whilst treating you like a ragdoll that ultimately makes you lose your mind. 

“Fuck-” he groans, forehead falling to your shoulder, “you’re clenching.”

You know what that means. You know that aside from you being so close to an orgasm, it means that he’s going crazy from how your walls feel constricting around his cock and that he wants you to come. 

“B-bite me. P-please C-Changmin,” he doesn’t see sense anymore when you ask like that. He releases a deep growl, near possessive of you, his teeth digging into the flesh between where your neck meets your shoulder, the arm that was around your chest further up by your shoulder blades now as the other wraps around your stomach, firmly gripping you in place as he slams his cock into you one more time, your orgasm so intense that you swear you nearly see absolute darkness for just a second when you reopen your eyes. 

You cry out his name, screaming and trembling as he’s firm in keeping you unmoving which only makes it more intense, and he groans, licking the wound on your neck as you feel his cum fill you up, milking him dry as your walls clench repeatedly to grip him. 

He’s about to pull out but your hips follow his movements, keeping him close to you and you can practically feel him smirk against your neck. 

“Baby, we can’t stay like this,” but you don’t want to listen to him even if he’s right. Even when you feel him try to lick the crimson red from your skin by your neck to clean you up because you’re being stubborn and won’t let him help you properly, even then, you don’t want to move. 

However, Changmin is just as stubborn as you. That, and he has supernatural strength, able to overpower you in seconds and so he does, throwing you around and up onto his waist as he stands on the bed, your legs around his hips as you feel his cum slowly move down between your legs and to your ass, his hands gripping your flesh while he looks up at you. 

There’s something so inherently sexy about the way he can get up after an orgasm and throw you onto his waist to walk you into the bathroom, and something far more sexy about being met with the state you’re in because of him. He ruins you beautifully, litters your skin with beautiful colour that also stains his soft lips and white teeth. 

“I’m fineeeee,” but it sounds pathetic, and it’s near embarrassing how your body arches to him spreading your legs again, making him laugh at you. 

“I need to clean them,” he says, stubborn as he gently slaps your hand away that’s reaching out to touch him, “behave.”

As soon as the damp warm cloth touches your wounded thigh is when you realise that it actually hurts quite a bit more than you’d noticed, making you hiss slightly at the stinging as he tries to gently treat your skin. His eyes are hungry when he does, and you know that deep down, he’s fighting with himself to taste you again. 

“Minnie?” 

“Hmm?” 

Though you aren’t sure why you called his name, what you’re trying to get his attention for, so you just watch him fondly with eyes that give away far more than you’re ready to admit to him or even yourself. 

“You’re pretty.”

He laughs again, moving up to clean your neck and you let him without any hesitation, completely trusting him despite his instincts. 

“You’re so cute,” it makes you blush, dazed from orgasm and happy enough that he warms you with words that seem so mundane and basic, yet they’re not, “I’m gonna disinfect it but… do you wanna shower first?”

“Yes please,” your hands reach for him again, and this time he takes them into his, drawing circles with his thumbs over your knuckles, “with you?”

“If you behave,” you gasp, laughing and feigning shock though you nod nevertheless as he brings you off the counter and to your shower, stumbling slightly as you do, “careful.”

“I don’t like how you still function. It’s not fair,” you pout, letting him follow you with a hand reached out around your back just in case you fall. 

“Darling, you know you can’t compare us like that,” and he’s right, of course. He has advantages, unfair ones, but it still makes you pout. 

“Do I not satisfy you, hmm?” it’s a joke, both of you know it, but Changmin has turned you around and pressed you against the tiled wall in less than a second. His eyes are fading from their blood red to an orange hue, an indication that they’re going back to their natural state of yellow. 

“Answer your own question, I dare you to.��� 

It’s the way his eyes hunger for you again, how they want you, always, and you know it was stupid to even joke, because the very answer is one thing you’ve always known since you met. 

Ji Changmin wants you the way one wants a drug when they’re addicted. He’s insatiable and he hungers for you, because you’re the only one who satisfies him. 

You're the only one that tastes so sweet.

changmin is the reason i have no sanity left and i hope it showed PFFF

I'll try to update quite soon cause I have some extra time but deciding on who to write is hard when I've been on my knees for all of them lately 🛐

tbz masterlist

[rinsuniverse]

hickeys with woozi ✧˖°.

warning: HICKEYS!!! there's nothing really... sexual, but if you count hickeys and lots of kisses as sexual and too mature, then YEAH!! you've been warned!! pfff

typically, mdni, but it's literally just a lot of kisses teehee

so, you're laying with jihoon in bed

he's been playing his mobile games, but after awhile, he's gotten a bit bored

he shuts off his phone and turns over to look at you

you're on your phone, looking through your socials quietly

"what are you up to, hm?" he asks, placing his arm over your body

he places his leg over your legs as well

he moves so he can look at what's on your phone

and in your feed is a clip of a fancam of him doing a pretty intense dance for svt's recent promotion

"you look really good here," you say simply, giving the post a like and saving it

"you're saving it? for what?"

"in case you're not with me and i want to see my talented boyfriend."

"you can just videocall me."

"and are you gonna do some nice body rolls on camera for me then?"

"ahh, so you want that? you're naughty."

"what? no, i'm not! you just look so intense and serious here"

he makes a silly "serious" face when you turn to look at him, which makes you chuckle

"not like that," you say, chuckling

you continue scrolling through your feed and jihoon finds himself getting bored again

he sits up in bed and pouts his lips a bit

"why are you so antsy?" you ask, sitting up with him

"let's watch something," he says, grabbing a remote and playing something on the tv

he moves to lean his back against the headboard as he chooses the movie

"come sit here," he says, spreading his legs out

you move to sit in between his legs in front of him, leaning your back against his chest

"you're playing avengers? again?" you ask, giving him the side eye as you adjust yourself

"and?"

"nothing! just asking."

and you both start watching

but guess what? jihoon is STILL bored!

he is being leaned on, though, his chin resting on your shoulder as he watches

he enjoys your scent

maybe it's the shampoo you put in your hair? or the leftover perfume from the day before? or maybe it's just your natural scent

but whatever it is, he loves it

he pulls the sleeve of your shirt down

and he begins leaving soft kisses along your neck and shoulder

you wordlessly lean your head to the side to give him more access

he kisses you from right underneath your ear to above your clavicles, all the way to the end of your shoulder

some chuckles come out of your mouth as he tickles you with his lips, but he ignores you, keeping his eyes on the tv

he then starts to lick parts of your neck whenever he gives kisses

you can't help but laugh, which makes him wrap his arms around your body to keep you still

quickly, he moves on to sucking your neck gently

gently enough that it won't leave a mark

you become somewhat impatient, though

"ji, you can do whatever you want. just keep it on the shoulder where i can hide it," you mumble, making him hum

the vibrations from his hum hit your shoulder and send tingles up your spine

he finds a place on your shoulder where he begins playfully biting and sucking

your breath becomes somewhat heavy

you're not focused on the movie at all, though your eyes are trained on the tv

jihoon's watching the movie quite well, despite being literally in the middle of leaving multiple sore spots on your shoulder

when a soft moan comes out of your mouth, he stops and mutters, "watch the movie, silly."

and you nod, trying your absolute hardest to focus on the movie despite him going back to leaving more marks on your skin

when he's satisfied, he goes back to gently kissing your neck and shoulder, making sure to leave small pecks right over each mark he left

then he fixes your shirt and goes back to watching the movie, his arms around your waist, holding your body flat against his chest

you both enjoy the movie (no matter how many times the both of you have seen it already)

it isn't until you get up to wash yourself before bed that you check your shoulder and you almost scream!

"hey! jihoon!"

"hm, y/n?"

"look at what you did!" you say, pulling the sleeve of your shirt to the side

he stifles a laugh, smirking at his work. he gives you a thumbs up before going back to what he was doing

and yeah, you couldn't wear tank tops or spaghetti straps for about a week because of bored jihoon

thank you so much for reading! i've been so busy with requests that i kind of forgot to make my own posts, too! i hope you enjoyed this ♡

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can do SOME nsfw also! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[kanmom51]

Those little touches that scream intimacy

Skinship is a thing.

BTS show physical affection with each other, they hold, hug, touch each other in ways that would perhaps raise an eyebrow for some, but within their cultural context are not a sign of ‘more’ than friendly affection and closeness.  Although, I do have to say that BTS do stretch the boundaries on that one too.  Some of the touchy feely is beyond what you would expect it to be among grown male friends in Korea as well.  But they did grow up together, in a sense, and although it’s a little more than usually accepted, it still is not an indication to anything more than a very close friendship.

But JM and JK, they have these moments.  Two types of suspicious moments.

These moments when they pull back on the touching, the almost touching or touching but just... barely. Those moments where you are sitting there and screaming at the screen (in your mind) “fucking touch him already”, which presents as highly suspicious considering how close those two are on the one hand and how tactile they are on the other.  

And then you have these moments where it’s more, it’s suspicious, it’s not something that you would expect between just friends.

So I thought I would put bring together, in one post, some of these moments.

Moments they do something, touch, almost touch, behave in a way that makes you go “this doesn’t look like something ‘just a friend’ would do”, or “heck, those two must be really intimate for this to be happening”.

j 14 interview

I guess I started with a big one. What is it they say? Go big or go home? Whatever JM was doing there with his wiggly wiggle finger during that interview was not something just between friends. It just wasn't.

BV1 footsies

No matter how close you are with your friend, him playing footsies with your crotch is not something you would allow him to do, well unless if you are not "just friends".

BV2 footsies

Here it's JK's reaction. If it was ok for a "friend" to play footsies, if said footsy playing did absolutely nothing for him, we wouldn't be seeing that reaction from him. That gulp. Man. He was hit hard, probably in the full sense of the word, lol.

Footsies BV4

Less about JK's toesies just lightly touching JM's leg and more about the physical reaction the two of them had that followed. Suffice to say that the room was getting real hot for the two (which is also why JK running to put on a big covering coat was pretty funny).

BV3 cuddles

Do we need to explain here?

It's not only the fact that JM is touching JK in these more intimate areas, it's the lack of reaction (well almost lack of reaction...there are those reactions that you just can't help) from JK.

Rose Bowl of course.

No matter how much people will try to twist this up, it takes a special level of intimacy to take someone's sweaty dirty ear into your mouth and suck on it, for 4 seconds straight. And then end it all with a light kiss on the ear.

hickey

I guess this one is a given too. I've heard the stories about brotherly neck sucking and nope, I do not buy that. Not one bit. No matter how the story is told, JM put his mouth on JK's neck, exactly where JK's mole happens to be, and sucked on it hard enough to bruise it. Yep. Not something you do with a "just friend".

Btw, love the editors captions. *in pain*, lol.

This one

And this one too.

And this one too.

Oh, and this too.

It's about being used to be in that kind of proximity. Muscle memory. The lack of an initial reaction, and only pulling away at the very end. And it's not for a skit or game. It's all them. That smirk on JK's face in the 2019 TMA's and the BV2 moments, priceless.

Same day as this, btw, just if you weren't aware of it or just forgot.

It's definitley not this

Or this

Just saying.

Festa 2020 karaoke

It's not about the touch, more abut JK's reaction to it.

And how can I leave this last one out?

JK just moving that pesky crop top aside to caress JM’s waist/hip skin on skin, a little smirk on his face when he moves in, JM mostly non reacting although if you do look closely you can see a tiny little smile there towards the end when JK starts playing with his fingers on his bare skin.  This screams of two people who are physically intimate.

Feel free to add more examples. Maybe I'll make a part 2 for this one too.

Happy pride month.

[bangtanhoneys]

BTS & Min-Ji (Grace's cat)

SEOKJIN

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of white and for a brief moment, he wondered if he had seen a ghost. But then the fluff and fur that came with it made him realise he wasn’t alone at 2am in the dim light of the kitchen. 

“You awake as well?” Seokjin asked, reaching down to stroke the long length of Min-Ji’s tail as the long white cat threaded through Seokjin’s bare legs. “Hungry too?” 

There was a deep but soft meow that seemed to echo around the kitchen and the cat jumped up onto one of the kitchen stools, sitting down on his back legs as if he was waiting for meal to be prepped. 

Hiding a grin behind his hand, Seokjin knew what the cat wanted and grabbed a tin of tuna from the cupboard. It didn’t take long to chop up the tuna and put it on a plate, placing it in front of the patiently waiting cat. 

With that done, Seokjin grabbed his own snack and a glass of water and made his way back to bed. Grace slept soundly with the duvet pulled up to her neck, completely unaware that her boyfriend and her cat were wide awake at stupid o’clock in the morning. 

There was a loud purring from the bedroom door and it didn’t stop as Min-Ji jumped onto the bed, making his way over to Seokjin’s lap. “Nice to know you’ve warmed up to me already,” he whispered as the cat made biscuits on the duvet before turning around three times and settling down. “You can keep her company when I’m gone and I know you’ll do a good job.”

YOONGI

“It’s time I met my twin,” Yoongi commented as the cat stretched across the dance practice floor, completely unaware of the chaos that was happening as BTS practiced for their Busan concert and staff wandered around. 

“Your twin,” Grace scoffed with a laugh as she closed up the crate. It wasn’t often she brought Min-Ji out of her apartment or out of her parents sight but on a rare day that even the staff wanted to meet said animal, she couldn’t say no. 

Yoongi squatted down and clicked his fingers, full on gummy smile as the cat wandered over to nudge at the offered fingers. “I guess he can tell when there’s another cat in the room,” Grace commented as she left them to it, wandering over to where the staff where calling her to discuss her clothes for the performance. 

The other cat in question said nothing as he sat fully down on the floor and smoothed down the white fur, grinning like an idiot as the cat purred underneath his fingers. While Yoongi cared more for dogs, his own was testament to that, it didn’t stop him from gushing over the fur baby of Grace’s. 

Of course, the cat abandoned him for one of their managers who offered a couple of treats but throughout the day, Yoongi wandered around to pick up the completely unbothered feline so he could take a quick selfie to later upload on Instagram after Grace did. And from that day, Min-Ji became a favourite of Yoongi’s and vice versa as they were often seen chilling out together, sometimes fast asleep in Yoongi’s studio with the cat spread across the rapper’s lap as he tinkered with his music.

HOSEOK

He wasn’t a coward, he really wasn’t but he had to admit the cat had an intimidating stare. The yellowy-green eyes followed him as Hobi moved around Grace’s apartment, waiting for the woman in question to come out of the bedroom. 

They had plans to go for dinner, just the two of them, to catch up on everything even if they had only seen each other three days ago. It wasn’t often that Hobi could spend time with his other sister, on her own, without the interruption of Seokjin or Jungkook but now there was other competition for Grace’s attention. 

In the form of a large white cat with sticky up ears and large paws, looking like he was going to bite him any minute. 

“You can pet him you know, he’s very friendly,” Grace commented as she walked out of the bedroom with the bag she couldn’t find.

“He looks like he’s going to bite my nose off,” Hobi muttered as he stood well away from the cat who was spread across the back of the sofa, taking up most of the space. 

“He really isn’t, he’s just figuring you out,” Grace laughed while taking hold of the scaredy cat’s hand and bringing it over to Min-Ji, running it over the cat’s head and down. Of course, as expected, Min-Ji started purring and Hobi felt himself sag in relief. 

“Just wait till he spreads himself across your shoulders, that’s fun. He’s only done it with me and Jungkook once, but he likes to do it on Seokjin’s shoulders. It’s funny watching the two move around, especially in the kitchen. Looks like a scarf,” Grace’s voice came from the cupboard where she was grabbing her coat.

“I don’t think I’m ready for that.”

NAMJOON

He felt honoured, he really did. 

It wasn’t often his sister left him in charge of something but with meetings all day and the numbers of members slowly dwindling, Grace had left him in charge of her only pet (and it wasn’t Yoongi). Min-Ji had arrived in his crate with food, a collar and a leash which meant Namjoon could give him a walk around their apartment compound. 

His family always had dogs so looking after a cat was completely different, especially one so independent and indifferent but loveable with everyone. He had become a fan favourite, slowly taking over Bam’s spot as the second favourite pet of BTS with Yeontan still in first place. Holly never stood a chance. 

Namjoon let the cat wander where he wanted and tried not to have a heart attack when he jumped up onto a tall wall, pausing to be nosy then used Namjoon’s shoulders to get down. He was not going to let anything happen on his watch. 

When Min-Ji finally had enough, the two of them wandered back to Namjoon’s apartment where he unclipped the leash and let the cat have a wander around. It had been an hour when Namjoon went to look for him, finding the animal spread across the pillows on the bed, fast asleep.

“This was the easiest babysitting job ever,” Namjoon later grinned as Grace came to collect her pet.

“You won’t be saying that when he coughs up a fur ball.”

JIMIN

In preparation for a visit to his favourite sister, Jimin had made sure he had taken his allergy tablets and slipped a mask over his face, knowing full well the hairy monster was probably going to give him an allergic reaction anyway. 

But he didn’t care, he wanted to meet the new addition to the family since he wasn’t going to get nieces or nephews anytime soon. Min-Ji would just be the replacement for a baby which would later be proven true by all Bangtan members. 

The cat was only a year old but wise and weary of everything as he watched from his bed, looking at the new person who had invaded his space. “He takes awhile to warm up to anyone,” Grace sighed as she made Jimin a drink. “Jin got a scratch across his knuckles for his trouble and my parents have replaced two pairs of shoes but Min-Ji is getting better.”

Jimin didn’t care, however, as he made his way over to the cat bed to hold out a couple of fingers. They were sniffed cautiously and nothing happened for a good minute but then Min-Ji sat up and stretched, nudging his body into Jimin’s hand.

Well that was it.

Grace came from the kitchen to find the two on the couch, Min-Ji in Jimin’s lap and Jimin looking utterly delighted. “Ah well okay, I guess he has favourites,” Grace grumbled as she handed the mochi the drink and sat down next to him.

“What can I say noona, everyone likes me.”

TAEHYUNG

No one could compare to Yeontan. 

No one.

Yet Min-Ji was becoming a contender and Taehyung had heart eyes the moment he noticed the cat in the BTS common area in HYBE. He watched as staff members, even Hitman Bang, fawn over the chilled cat who watched the world go by without a care. 

“He doesn’t give a shit,” Seokjin had commented in passing on his way to the studio, leaving some water behind. 

“He just lays there and watches everyone,” Namjoon then commented, pausing to give the cat a cuddle on the way to a meeting. All the while Taehyung sat there and watched. He made no move, knowing from experience that any animal could be unpredictable. 

After awhile, Taehyung noticed the cat move and made his way over to the silent boy. He didn’t dare breath or move a muscle, watching as the animal got closer and closer until it was curled up into a ball in Tae’s lap.

“Yessss,” he whispered quietly as he pumped his fists into the air. 

He didn’t care that he had to go and do his schedules in half an hour. For now, he was Min-Ji’s pillow and that’s all he cared about. 

JUNGKOOK

“ARMY, I’ve got babysitting duties,” Jungkook admitted to his camera. “No, it’s not a baby. Noona is away for a night with a schedule and I promised I would look after a certain someone as obviously Jin-hyung is in the military.”

He disappeared for a moment but came back with a grumpy-looking cat, who had clearly been woken up seeing as it was three in the morning. “Have you all met Min-Ji? No? Well, Min-Ji meet ARMY. ARMY meet Min-Ji. This is Grace Noona’s cat, who she posted about last year.”

Even though he had been clearly woken up, the bright light from the camera interested him and ARMY watched as the large cat leaned forward to sniff the camera then the light then the screen then Jungkook.

“He’s pretty chill, he only meows when he wants food or he needs to go out. I took him on a walk around the compound and he just walks where he wants to,” Jungkook grinned as the cat decided the best place was Jungkook’s shoulders. “I’m his favourite, after noona. He likes Jin-hyung but not too much. Everyone else has met him and he’s become a bit of a feature down at the studios.”

Jungkook paused to watch the comments, one hand coming up to scratch the sleeping cat’s chin. “I’m not sure why noona named him Min-Ji, I know it’s not after Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung, though everyone thought that. It’s because of his temperament or something but like I said, he’s pretty chill. Though at night, he sometimes stares from the door for no reason. So maybe there is a ghost. But for now, he’s my roommate and he’ll be going back home tomorrow so for now, say goodnight ARMY.”

[awmancreeper]

♡Lonely Boy Will Stay Lonely?. 17 - Y/n’s Youngluv era>>>

--❣︎ StayC’s Y/n is notorious for being K-pop’s social butterfly and making friends comes rather easy for her. When she’s asked to be an MC for Inkigayo, one of her co-hosts doesn’t seem too pleased to be working with her. This unknown feeling sparks a drive to become the bestest of friends with him but from the looks of it, he’ll fight her the whole way there.

Masterlist / prev / next 

!!written parts!!

 You put your phone down finishing up your business on Twitter. Sitting on the couch as your mc partners got their clothes/makeup touched up, you looked down at your hands nervously fiddling with the black arms warmers you had on.

“All done!” One of the makeup artists said allowing Kai to stand from the chair. He looked over at Jisung who was chatting with one of his members that came along today so he decided to not join that conversation. That left you

The aura in the room was quiet everyone doing their job in silence. Your leg bounced up and down, you were nervous and discouraged. After the MC special stage, you felt like you had fumbled it not being able to hold Kai’s shoulder in the bridge even though you were center. instead, your hand hovered awkwardly over his back nowhere near his shoulder where your other arm sat perfectly over Jisung’s shoulders. Easy to say you were disappointed with yourself and now you had to get ready for the MC introduction.

Kai secretly looked over at you. You hadn’t spoken since the incident of last night, both of you only talking to Jisung but not each other. This awkwardness resulted in the three of you not doing a practice run before the actual stage, even though y’all did well it wasn’t as fun and natural as when at rehearsals.

Although he’s only known you for two weeks, he does know you take pride in your dancing and tend to be self-critical. Also, you looked like a sad puppy messing with your arm warmer.

He sighed and walked over to you sitting on the same couch (just on the other side). This made you stiffen up, still feeling embarrassed for what had happened. This was odd, you always seem to find a way to start a conversation, especially with Kai but there you were lips sealed.

Kai lowkey felt bad, I mean he’s never gone raving about his celebrity crush to his friends but he does know what it’s like to feel embarrassed plus you messed up on stage. He just felt like he needed to reassure you.

“You did really well” his voice startled you but eventually you relaxed. You sighed taking your face into your hands “Don’t lie to me” a muffled voice came from your hands.

You peeked through your fingers to see Kai giving you a soft smile. You sat up a bit tucking a long piece of fringe behind your ear “Thanks but I know I could’ve done better” You returned a smile but it came out rather lopsided. “There’s always next time” he said with a chuckle and you followed but it quickly died down.

“Hey Kai, I’m sorry about the whole Soobin thing. It probably made you uncomfortable-“ but Huening Kai waved you off “No it’s completely fine,” he said nonchalantly “Really?”

He nodded “I guess I kinda overreacted calling you creepy and stuff” You raised a brow “You called me creepy?” But he just ignored you and continued on “But it’s pretty cool to know that you’re an actual fan of us… well I hope all of us” You giggled

The whole green room looked over at you and Kai seeing you giggle. It was the the aura of the room completely switched up being more livelier, the staffs were talking and joking around, Ji and his member Chenle spoke a bit louder and somehow the music that was playing in the background sounded more prominent. Even Kai could’ve sworn he saw the flowers bloom outside.

He smiled finally understanding the power of your smile or laugh

He wanted more of it

“I promise it’s all of you” you joked covering your smile with your hand “well not in a crazy way I swear, and I won’t fan girl in front of you”

He nodded “you don’t have to, I’m fine it”

“Plus what kinda a friend would I be if you couldn’t be yourself around me”

You felt your cheeks heat up “you’re my friend?” You questioned while he looked over at you like you were dumb “well yeah I thought you-“

You stood up “YAY!!” Throwing yourself over kai engulfing him in a hug. Everyone look over shocked as you were practicing were on top of Kai. Even Hyuka was shook this being the first time you actually hugged him.

His hands froze under you “o-okay that’s enough” he tried to speak out but his red face caught a glimpse of Jisung over your shoulder “y’all cuddling without me?” The next thing you both knew a new weight was added on top.

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[byeoltoyuki]

✧memories of us ✧ you and me [final]

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: And another story that comes to its end. Thank you guys for sticking till the end ♥

Masterlist / previous

The first ray of sun shyly caressed your face. It was the sign of a new, bright, and beautiful day. A day, four years ago you would have never guessed would come. A day, without even knowing it, you were waiting for.

The salty scent of the sea filled your nose as you hugged your legs a little tighter, resting your head on your knees. The view was beautiful as the first lights reflected on the water. It filled your heart with joy and hope for the future.

Another chapter of your life ended but a new one began. One that you swore would be filled with love and laughter, family and perfect moments with your loved one. Not that it would be that hard as long as Jisung was by your side.

You smiled to yourself, thinking about your love story. About the heartbreak and the hardships, you had to go through before finally having a second chance at happiness. Sometimes you wished you could have done things differently to avoid the pain and the tears. But now that you knew the outcome, you would have made the same decisions if it meant you would find your way back to him.

“Having a second thought?” Jisung’s sweet and half sleepy voice interrupted your trail of thoughts. He plopped on the sand behind you, spreading his legs he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

You inhaled his scent, letting his warmth embrace you. Jisung felt like home and you would always run back to the safety of his arms.

“You’re not planning to run away and leave me alone by the altar, are you?” He asked as you still hadn’t answered him, too happy savoring the moment. “Because that would be so embarrassing and I’ll probably start crying.”

Your heart swell with love and happiness at his words. Jisung could joke all he wanted, but you did leave him once and even if he knew it was his fault, he couldn’t help but worry that it could happen again. You turned in his arms to have a proper look at his face.

Jisung’s eyes were wet with unshed tears. You reached out and cupped his face before planting a soft kiss on his lips. “You have nothing to worry about. There’s no way I’m leaving you ever again. You’re stuck with me, Ji.”

Jisung let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His body relaxed against you but his grip around you only tightened. He rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment.

“Good. Because I’m not sure I’ll survive without you. I’ve been in love with you from day one. From the moment you tripped this guy to save me. And I never stopped since then.”

Could a person die of happiness? Of Love? Because you were convinced you could die right on the spot. You kissed him again, his lips, his cheeks, his nose, showering him with love.

“For the record, you both annoyed me that day. I was having a lovely moment by myself and you stormed and ruined it.” You told him, your smile widening at the memory.

Jisung chuckled, unimpressed. “And yet, you still fell for the troublemaker.”

That you did. So easily. “I’ll do it all again.”

Jisung leaned in, pushing few strands of hair from your face. “Good. Because I’m planning to annoy you for the rest of our lives.”

“Perfect.”

[soseojade]

Hey! Just came across your blog and your writing is amazing! I was thinking of a Han fluff where you meet him in the studio where he’s busy making music and you encourage him to take a break, then you decide to sit on his lap giving him a lot of affectionate and he’s just teasing you and making you blush aksksks <3

MAKE ME - Han Jisung

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A/N: hello! I’m so happy you came across my blog and you are very welcome here 😊 this idea was so cute and I hope you like what I’ve done with it!! I think I made it a little suggestive oops, I hope that’s okay!

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warnings: pet names, kissing, depictions of overworking

genre: fluff, very slightly suggestive, overworked sungie x reader

wc: 1.4k

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“You need my opinion on something? I’m not the one who’s all educated in music or whatever, Ji. I really don’t think it’s a good idea-” you tried to reason. Your boyfriend called you at 2:00am, asking you to drive to the studio so you could give him your opinion on a song he was working on, but you didn’t want the fate of his music in your hands, and were trying everything in your power to refuse.

He replied to you in a groggy, tired voice; one that the both of you had since it was so late, “Okay…. but- what if…. I really don’t need your opinion and I just want to see you?”

You melted at this. He always managed to say some stupid cheesy comment in the middle of your distress that made everything better. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him too. He was supposed to be home three hours before, but he always prioritized work over being home on time. You knew this, however, and accepted it as it was.

“Why didn’t you just say that?” You asked, putting on your shoes after deciding to go.

“Well, I guess I didn’t want you be be all like ‘you need to be more focused on your job’ or something like that,” he answered, creating a voice for you by speaking in a higher pitch and adding a strange accent you didn’t even have, “but you know, I decided seeing you was worth the risk.”

You rolled your eyes, “shut up you are so cheesy.”

Jisung laughed at your comment, not bothered in the slightest, “but you like it! See you in 5?”

“See you in 5. I love you!”

“I love you more.”

“Not possible,” you answered, hanging up immediately before he had a chance to reply.

Entering his office, you found Jisung way worse than you expected him to be: slouching in his chair to hang over his desk (which was decorated with forgotten fast food and unopened water bottles), his eyes were barely focusing on the computer screen while he sluggishly moved his mouse to select something on the screen. His mouth hung open and his hair was unkept, looking to be one with his headphones, which he had moved one side of to the behind of his ear, the ear being bright red from having the headphones on for so long. He didn’t even hear you as you knocked on his door. He was too focused on the music he was making - no wonder he wanted to see you.

You made it your goal to get him home as soon as possible. He would argue like hell, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t stand seeing him like this. He needed rest, food, water, and lots of love.

“Ji?” You asked, finally gaining his attention.

“Oh, hi baby,” his voice sounded worse than it did on the phone, “lemme just finish up this one thing,” he said, not even looking away from the computer.

You sighed, knowing that that ‘one thing’ would lead to another and then another, and you weren’t planning on letting him stay for even another hour, “Ji?”

“Hmm,” he replied.

“Are you not gonna give me a kiss?”

He sort of mumbled some random sounds in reply, still glued to his screen. You would have to try another approach.

You walked over to his chair and swung one leg over his lap, now standing in front of his computer with his knees between your legs. You could tell from his expression that he was annoyed by this, but you didn’t care.

Jisung looked up to see your face, taking off his headphones before placing his hands on your hips, “what is it baby?” He asked so calmly while caressing your hips with his thumbs and looking into your eyes. He knew what this did to you, however, you remained completely still and calm, playing along with his game.

“Take a break, honey. You need some sleep and some food,” you bent down and kissed his forehead, “and some love,” you stood back up and put your hand on the side of his face while caressing his cheek with your thumb, knowing what this did to him. Jisung, however, was not able to stay calm and bit his lip while thinking up an answer.

“You want me to stop working, huh?” He was now unable to look you in the eye, and moved his head down to look at his lap instead with a big grin on his face.

You decided to tease him further and placed your hand under his chin, pulling his head up to look at you, “yes.” You said firmly, watching him stare into your eyes with his somehow calm expression again, looking completely unbothered.

“Make me.”

You weren’t expecting this, but you weren’t going to let your guard down either. Taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself down to sit on his lap and buried your face in his neck to kiss along his jaw. You could hear Jisung start to breathe heavily while his hands, still on your hips, stopped moving.

“You okay, Ji?”

“I- you know I was just kidding,” you leaned back to see his expression now, which was back to normal- a big lively smile with loving eyes offering you his complete attention, “I love my job but I love you a billion times more,” he told you before returning your gesture, kissing along your jaw. “Let’s go home, okay?” He mumbled against your neck before pulling away to see your response.

“Good. And you’ll eat? And sleep?”

“Anything you ask me to do… and I’m sorry, I really am. I didn’t need to get this carried away, it’s just this song has been so difficult- but it’s no excuse. Now, I promise, all my attention is yours, okay?”

You brought your lips to his, kissing him before replying, “you don’t need to be sorry. You just need to take care of yourself. Let’s just head home, love.”

“No, no. I ignored you and I was supposed to be home,” he checked his phone for the time, “four hours ago. You deserve an apology and I wont except your refusal.”

You sighed, happy with how understanding he was. How could someone be so perfect? “Okay, I forgive you. But let’s head home now. You’ve needed a break for forever.”

“Yes ma’am. Oh and baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you. Thank you.”

“Always. I love you more.”

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A/N: eeekkkk this is so sloppy. I sincerely apologize if it’s not good 😭 it is currently one in the morning. I hope this is okay though! The idea is adorable and thank you so much for the ask, idk what happened with the writing I’ll probably make some adjustments later. Love you!!!

As always, I am dyslexic and would greatly appreciate it if you see a grammar or spelling mistake to tell me so I can fix it!

And, of course, I love feedback whether it’s good or bad 🤗

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[rubyreduji]

eat your young | the games pt 4

tags: hunger games!au, fake dating, angst, fluff warnings: death, violence, blood, depictions of almost drowning, attempts at killing self, mentions of wanting to die [i think that's it? tell me if not] wc: 6.1k an: ahhhh this chapter is one of my favs fjsdklalfk, ALSO this is the last chapter i have fully written so this fic maybe on a hiatus until i finish the series lol just a heads up

m.list

Jihoon is panicked.

He scrambles over to you and checks your pulse. It’s still there, but that doesn’t make you any more conscious. The pain in your leg must have taken you out after so much physical labor. Jihoon isn’t sure what to do, he’s not sure if there’s anything he can do.

Jihoon falls to the ground and lets himself cry. Tomorrow will be day thirteen of being in the arena. So far three of his allies have died and now you’re on the brink of it as well, and there’s nothing he can do. He can’t use survival skills like Seokmin, or think like Wonwoo, or heal like Hansol. He most definitely can’t fight like you do.

Jihoon looks down at you. You’ve given him everything. You’ve done nothing but protect him but now Jihoon wants you to stop. He doesn’t want your protection anymore, he just wants you to be okay. You’ve been through too much already in these games.

When Jihoon reaches down to touch your face, you nuzzle into his palm. Jihoon frowns. What’s going to happen to you? It’s down to the last six tributes and the careers are going to be hunting down the other three soon and Jihoon doesn’t know if he can hold them off.

For a moment, he wonders if he should just let them kill him. Let them kill the both of you and you two can go far away from here. You’ll meet up again in the afterlife and live peacefully there, together. That sounds nice. Nicer than having to stay in this arena. Nicer than you suffering anymore. Nicer than him going home without your hand in his.

Jihoon doesn’t want to win anymore. He doesn’t care what you think he can or can’t do. He doesn’t want to win if that means you die.

“Soonie,” Jihoon whispers. “What am I going to do?”

He needs Soonyoung to hear him and understand. He needs Soonyoung to fix this.

Jihoon doesn’t know when he fell asleep. He didn’t mean to but suddenly its morning and he’s opening his eyes.

“Morning Songbird.” Jihoon jumps. You’re awake. When Jihoon looks over at you, he sees you sitting against a tree, eating a roll. “Soonyoung sent a gift in the night. Woke up with a major headache and a parachute on my chest.”  

Jihoon sits up and looks into the container that is sitting by your leg. Inside is a feast of foods. Jihoon grabs a roll out for himself.

“I was hoping it was, you know, medicine, but I guess this will do. Not sure how much medicine will do for my leg anymore anyways.”

You’re still rambling on when Jihoon scoots up to you and cuddles into your side. That shuts you up. “I thought you were going to die.”

You let out a harsh laugh. “You can’t get rid of me that quickly Songbird.”

“Good! I don’t want to! I need you to stay with me. Promise me you’ll stay with me to the end?” Jihoon sits up and stares at your face. Last night was emotional turmoil for him and all he wants is for you to feel the same way he does.

You cup Jihoon’s face. “Of course Songbird.” You press a kiss to his temple and Jihoon sinks back down against you. He wants to stay here forever, wrapped in your arms.

If only the Gamemakers didn’t hate him.

The ground starts to rumble again, only this time it’s a lot more intense than all of the other times before. Jihoon shakily stands on his legs, but he can barely keep himself up.

“Ji,” you call out to him. “Fuck, Ji, they’re sinking this island. I don’t know if I can swim.”

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“It’s okay. We’ll be able to make it,” Jihoon says, and he thinks he may be convincing himself more than you.

They’re closer to the center of the island, so it will take a while for the water to get to them. Jihoon does his best to stay calm and collect all the supplies and pack it away. Jihoon can see the water starting to creep closer in the distance. You’re now standing, but your knee keeps buckling and you almost keep falling.

This wouldn’t be a problem if Jihoon himself could swim, but he can’t. He attaches everything to himself, the bag, his spear, and even your axe. Jihoon has never seen you look so helpless and he feels the same way inside. You’re standing with your walking stick, worrying your lip as you stare at the water.

“Don’t worry about me Ji,” you say. “We just have to go for it. I promise we’ll be okay. We have to be.”

You start to walk to the water and the shakiness of your body doesn’t make Jihoon feel any better. He still follows after you. You slowly ease into the water, using your walking stick to push you along where the ground can still be reached.

“People can swim with one leg you know,” you tell Jihoon as you further into the water. “There was an article about a guy from District 4 who could do it.”

There’s a pain in your face and Jihoon knows your leg is killing you already. The salt water probably doesn’t make it any better. Jihoon just hopes you don’t pass out again.

Jihoon’s not sure how far away the next island is. He can only swim so long and he’s sure the time is even shorter for you. You’re making your way for now though, as the island sinks around you guys. The pace is slow, but it seems like you are able to swim with just your one leg.

Jihoon’s own swimming skills are nothing to preen about but he can keep pace with you. How embarrassing is that? He can only keep swimming pace with someone who doesn’t have a working leg.

Jihoon can see the other island. It looks closer than the swim from the first island to the currently sinking one. It’s a slow pace, but you two are slowly making your way there. Your breathing is labored though, and it concerns Jihoon.

You two are almost there when suddenly you let out a cry of pain. You’ve stopped swimming. You’ve stopped swimming and your body is starting to sink and Jihoon doesn’t know what to do. He grabs for you, but he’s not that strong and you pull him down too.

Jihoon can’t see anything. It’s darkness and water and it’s getting in his throat and he can’t breathe, but he feels you against his fingers and he knows he has to save you. Jihoon’s flailing his legs, hoping that it will do something. He kicks and thrashes and he swears some miracle happens, maybe a wave?, because suddenly he can feel the ground under his feet and he keeps going. He drags your body with him until both of you can fall to the shore.

Jihoon coughs up water and some snot comes out with it. He’s drenched and his throat burns and he realizes there’s probably water in your lungs as well. He can’t tell if you’re conscious or not but he does his best to turn you over and he slaps your back until you cough up all the water. You flop back onto the ground, your breathing heavy and slow, but you’re alive.

“T-thank you,” you mutter to Jihoon. So you are awake. “Sorry about that.”

“Not your fault,” Jihoon mutters and flops down next to you, not caring that you two are out in the open. “We survived, didn’t we?”

Jihoon thinks he could fall asleep like this. Just laying on the edge of this island.

“Congratulations tributes, for being the last six remaining.” The voice makes Jihoon jump. It takes him a second to realize it’s an announcement. “There has been a rule change. Both tributes from the same district will be declares the winners, if they are the last two alive. I repeat, if the last two standing tributes are from the same district, they will both be declared the winners. Thank you, and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

Jihoon isn’t sure if he heard that right. Two winners?

It must be real because you squeeze Jihoon’s hand. “We’re going home Ji,” you whisper to him, and well, Jihoon’s never been religious, but in this moment, Kwon Soonyoung is his god.

The island is a mountain. Or several sets of small mountains. You and Jihoon probably spent half the day laying there on the shore before he decided you two need to find shelter. You’re glad Jihoon is taking control because you don’t think you can think right now.

Your body is hot and you have a headache and you’re so tired. Jihoon has to half drag you into the cave he found. Jihoon rolls the sleeping bag out for you and you fall down onto it, your leg happy to final be able to rest.

You can hear Jihoon tutting. When you look at him, he’s looking down at your leg.

“We gotta redress your leg,” he mutters.

“Redressing wounds is pretty intimate Ji,” you tease him. The words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. You’re not really sure what you’re doing, but your mind is also a little too fuzzy to care.

“Not too intimate for me, I’m your boyfriend remember.” Oh, oh, Jihoon is gonna tease you back and that’s not good because now your head is swimming with thoughts of Jihoon as your boyfriend. You’re not sure when Jihoon decided to start getting bold but it’s messing with your head even more than the fever is and you find him so hot right now.

Luckily some of his charm wears off when he starts to take the bandages off and keeps trying not to gag. You’re honestly in the same boat. You were too out of it the first time to see the damage, but you have to admit, it’s fucking disgusting.

You’re sure it looked even worse after it just happened. The raw meat of your leg is still pink and visible, but it’s also covered in a layer of pus. You head spins at the sight.

“I uh, think it’s infected,” Jihoon mutters. “Are you feeling sick?”

“I’ve been half delirious since we got out of the water,” you mutter. Jihoon touches your forehead and pulls back with a frown when he feels how hot you are.

“Baby, you’re burning up.”

“Yeah, cause you’re so hot.” You try to wink at him. You’re not sure if it works.

“Shit, okay. I’m gonna try and clean this off and we’ll go from there. I’ll be back, I promise I’ll be safe. Just, don’t move.”

“Wait, wait, no, please don't go, please," you beg, latching onto Jihoon’s arm. You don’t want him to go. What if there’s something dangerous out there and you can’t save him. It would be safer to have him here, with you. That’s all you ever want, for Jihoon to stay by your side always.

"It will only be for a little bit. I really have to go baby. I promise I'll be back though." Jihoon smooths down your hair and you can tell your words pain his heart, just a bit.

"No, please, please Ji, please stay." You nuzzle your head into Jihoon’s hand, and you can tell he’s really contemplating staying.

"Shhh, baby, I won't leave, okay. I'm staying right here, don't worry." Jihoon leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead and that calms you. Jihoon is staying with you. He’s staying with you and you’re never letting him leave.

“Can you sing to me?” You ask him. He’s sitting above your head and you think he looks like an angel right now, even through all of the dirt and grime.

“Yeah, yeah, I can sing to you,” Jihoon whispers. He scoots closer to you and starts to sing a song you’ve never heard him sing before. It’s pretty though and you close your eyes, at peace knowing Jihoon is with you.

At some point, you drift off to sleep.

When you wake up, your head feels clear and your leg feels better and your body is back to a somewhat normal temperature. You try to sit up, but there’s a weight on your chest and when you look it’s Jihoon’s head. You must have accidently roused him when you tried to sit up and Jihoon blinks awake.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry Songbird,” you mutter. You look down at your leg. New bandages. “You fucking liar.”

Jihoon laughs. “Anything to keep you alive.”

“Thank you,” you tell him.

“Yeah, I found a creek close by. The water is clean, but I mixed some iodine in with it anyways and poured it all over your leg. Super gross, but it’s okay because I’m a good boyfriend.” There’s that word again. Even when you’re not out of your mind, it does things to you. “I used the rest of the salve on it and then redressed it. Soonyoung then sent some injection to help with the infection.”

You’re a bit surprised Soonyoung sent something after the parachute he sent last night, but you guess that Capitol citizens like you and Jihoon. That or Soonyoung is working his ass out there, keeping up his end of the deal. Speaking of your deal with Soonyoung.

“So, the rule change. We can make it out of here.”

“I know,” Jihoon says. “So let’s do our best to stay alive.”

“There’s only one other district couple, right? The uh, District 2 boys. Jeonghan and Seungcheol.” You glare as you say their names. They’ll be the most difficult to get rid of.

“Do you think they’ll take out Mingyu?”

“The District 4 boy?” Jihoon nods. “I wouldn’t put it past them. If there’s only six of us left and he’s keeping them from winning, who knows what they’ll do.”

“All we can do is hide out here until it comes time,” Jihoon says.

You sigh. It’s going to be boring. But you guess boring is better than fighting for your life.

Things could honestly be worse. You’ve been given medicine, you have shelter, there’s food and water, and you and Jihoon can both go home.

The next couple days are plain. You’re sure the Gamemakers are gonna get antsy and all you can hope for is that the careers either take each other out or the other tribute left. You think that’s horrible, wishing for someone else to die, but it’s what has to be done to save you and Jihoon.

“Tell me a secret,” Jihoon says out of nowhere and you raise an eyebrow at him. You two have been laying low in the cave and Jihoon rarely leaves unless it’s for water. You want to get up and leave too, but you also understand you need to rest.

“A secret?”

“Yeah. You don’t want to share you secrets with me Y/N-ah?” There’s that flirty tinge to his voice and you have to look away from him.

You think about it for a moment. What do you want to tell Jihoon. “I’ve…never been kissed before. Isn’t that kind of sad? I’ve killed someone before I’ve even had my first kiss.”

“I can change that.” The words seem to slip out of Jihoon’s mouth before he realizes what he’s saying.

“O-oh?”

“Sorry, I just thought-”

“No, it’s okay. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, only if you want to though.” You don’t know if Jihoon’s playing things up for the camera, he feels bad for you, or he actually does want to kiss you. Just this once you let yourself give in to delusions and believe it’s the last option.

“I want to.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your voices are at whispers as Jihoon scoots closer to you. He hesitates for a moment before finally cupping your face softly and pulling you into him. His lips are chapped, but they feel nice. He presses up firmly against you, but there's still a tenderness to it.

You decide that you like this. You like kissing. You like being held by Jihoon. You like it all. You don't want the moment to fade but then Jihoon is pulling away from you and looking at you expectingly.

"Was that okay?"

"Yeah. It was...it was perfect," you tell him, and you think to yourself that you might be in love with Lee Jihoon.

Something that has yet to cease to amaze Jihoon is the way that you still smell like wood, smell like home, even through all the events you've been through since departing from District 7. Through Capitol soap scrubs and sea water and sweat and blood, the smell of wood is still ingrained into your skin and Jihoon thinks it might be the only reason he's able to fall asleep at night anymore. That and your arms wrapped around him.

He kissed you earlier. He kissed you earlier and you said it was perfect. You're both gross and dirty and bloody and Jihoon kissed you for the first time ever and you told him it was perfect.

He wants to do it again. He wants to keep kissing you and kissing you and never stop.

“Ji?” Your hands play with his hair as you two lay in the cave.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For saving me.”

Jihoon laughs. “Me saving you? You’ve saved me more times than I can count.”

“I think my leg would have taken me out by now if it wasn’t for you. Especially while were swimming.”

“Maybe that’s our thing,” Jihoon says. There’s a warmth in his heart and he knows it’s cheesy but you really do make his heart sing. “Saving each other.”

“Yeah, I think it is.”

You two are quiet for a moment and Jihoon enjoys the way he can hear your heartbeat through your chest and the soft breaths you let out. You’re both snuggled in the sleeping bag together, waiting for sleep to take you both over.

Jihoon is just starting to feel sleepy when you speak up. “What do you think is going to happen when we get back to District 7?”

Jihoon doesn’t know if you mean in general, or specifically between you two. Jihoon answers for the latter. “We keep being us. We’ll be neighbors then, you know. I’ll see you every day if you want. I’ll sit and write music, and you can woodwork. We’ll still take walks together, if you want to.”

“Of course I do. I want to do everything with you, Ji.”

Jihoon’s heart twists. One thing Jihoon wasn’t expecting when he came up with his genius fake dating ploy was the fact he would have to pretend to fake date you, and somehow along the way he may have fallen in love with you for real.

I want to do everything with you, Ji. Jihoon wants to as well, but for real. He wants to hold your hand and kiss you and spend his days with you as your boyfriend. Your real boyfriend.

He desperately hopes you feel the same way.

Jihoon knows that if you don’t, it’s his fault. It was his stupid idea to fake date. It’s not your fault he actually fell for you.

“You know, when you first asked me out, I couldn’t believe it,” you tell Jihoon.

Oh?

Ah, you must be playing up for the camera. That’s smart. Jihoon’s gotten so caught up in just being with you, he forgot you two are technically putting on a show.

“You’ve always kind of interested me. I’d notice you in school sometimes and you already know how I feel about your music. It was like ‘wow, he actually knows who I am’. Of course we’ve interacted before, but I never thought you’d look at me in that way.”

“What do you mean? You’re literally L/N Y/N. You’re the biggest charmer in District 7, everyone loves you. It would be difficult not to fall for you. I’m just shocked no one else was vying for your heart when I asked you out. They’re missing out. I am truly a lucky man.” Jihoon means what he says. He’s surprised you don’t have more people falling at your feet to go out with you. It’s their loss though, because even if it’s fake, you’re the best partner Jihoon could ever ask for.

“The biggest charmer in District 7,” you scoff. “That’s quite a title Ji.”

“I’m not lying! You couldn’t believe I’d looked at you that way, but I’ve been looking at you like that for years. You’re so strong and confident and charismatic. Not to even mention all of your skills. I swear I used to go to the market on Fridays just to sit and watch you sell your goods. In the third to end booth, next to Joshua.”

You let out a bit of a laugh. “You have to be kidding. There’s no way that you were watching me when every time we were in the same room together, I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off of you.”

“It’s true. Just like everyone else in District 7, I’m enamored with you.”

“Enamored? Now that’s pushing it.”

“The people adore you, you can’t deny it. You’re everyone’s favorite, while they think I’m crazy. You know, I think I should be the one surprised you even wanted to date me.”

“Why wouldn’t I? Look at you Ji, you’re perfect.”

Perfect. You called Jihoon perfect. The same way you told him his kiss was perfect. For claiming you were going to get Jihoon out of the arena alive, you’re doing a pretty good job at trying to kill him.

“I promise you Y/N, there’s people out there far more perfect than I am.”

“Not to me there aren’t. I don’t want anyone else but you Jihoon. My perfect little Songbird.”

Jihoon sits up from where his head is resting on your chest and he stares at you. You stare back. Jihoon can’t read your expression, but something in your eyes are telling him that you’re not lying. Your eyes flicker over his face before looking back at his eyes.

Jihoon’s not sure which of you lean in first, but soon his hand is cupping your face and you’ve got your hands hooked around the back of his neck. Your lips slot together perfectly against Jihoon’s and he tells himself it’s a sign.

You and Jihoon spend the rest of the night like that. Bodies tangled up, lips locked together. Even if it’s not real, Jihoon doesn’t care. Whatever happens after you two leave the arena will happen, but he has you for now, and he’s going to make the most of it.

Within the next day another cannon sounds and another island sinks. That means the only people left are you two, and the three careers. You and Jihoon inhabit the last standing island other than the one the Cornucopia sits on. Your island will be sinking soon.

The bright side of things is that your leg is doing a lot better. It’s still not doing great, but it’s the best it’s been since you initially got hurt. Enough to the point you’ll probably be able to swim if needed.

Things are coming to end. All you need to do is make sure you two are the last ones standing. Even if you are hanging on by a thread, the Capitol will fix you up and you two can go back home.

You’re a bit sad to think about going back home though. Not that you don’t miss being or that you want to stay in the games any longer, but you know that going back home means that there will be no more you and Jihoon. The thought upsets you more than you thought it would. You’ve gotten used to his presence next to you at all times and you’re afraid that once you two get back to District 7, everything will change.

A part of you wants to ask out Jihoon for real, but you’re afraid he’ll tell you no. You know that Jihoon is doing it all as a survival tactic, but you can’t help but wish it was real. You want to be able to kiss him even when you’re not being watched by all of Panem.

Maybe it’s stupid but you really are going to miss sleeping next to Jihoon every night. You’re pretty sure his presence is now an essential thing to getting you to sleep well at night.

 “Y/N,” Jihoon addresses you as you two ready yourselves. You’ve decided to go confront the careers head on. No use in waiting any longer. “Promise me that no matter what, we go home together.”

You’re not sure if anyone else would pick up on what he means, but you understand him. You always have. He’s asking you not to sacrifice yourself for him if the situation would arise. Soonyoung once told you that you’re important too. Jihoon must think so as well.

You move towards Jihoon. “We go home together,” you assure him. You lean in and capture his lips against yours. It’s only for a second, but it gives you the strength you need.

Your leg is still giving you trouble but you’re able to get down to the shore and into the water easily. The only thing on either of you are your weapons, hoping things will come to an end after this fight. The swim isn’t too far but it’s still slow and you hope the careers don’t see or hear you coming. If Mingyu catches sight of you two, you’re done for.

You were ready to start fighting as soon as you stepped foot on the Cornucopia island, but when you and Jihoon approach the shore, it seems the careers are in a fight of their own. You and Jihoon are positioned at the tail of the Cornucopia, out of sight of them.

You step out to try and get a bit of a better look. Laying on the ground is Jeonghan. He looks…well he looks half dead. He’s probably not too far off from it, from the way Seungcheol and Mingyu are engaged in a fight. Seungcheol looks mad as he swings his sword at Mingyu.

“What is wrong with you? You’ve ruined everything!” Seungcheol grows as he lunges at Mingyu.

Oh. Mingyu must have attacked Jeonghan.

“I’m going to win. It doesn’t matter if he’s alive or not, because I’m going to be last one standing!” Mingyu shouts back. He’s wielding a trident expertly as he blocks Seungcheol’s attempts to attack him. “You two were going to kill me anyways. I was just able to strike before you were.”

Mingyu hooks his trident around Seungcheol’s sword and tosses it out of Seungcheol’s hand. You watch as Mingyu thrusts his trident as Seungcheol, aiming straight for his chest. You hold your breath in anticipation for the impact, but it never comes. Seungcheol reaches out and grasps the trident. Stopping it from impaling him.

With a grip on the prongs, Seungcheol twists the trident, releasing it from Mingyu’s grasp. He looks like he’s about to toss it just like his sword was, but decides last second to wield it as his own weapon. He charges at Mingyu, but Mingyu dodges the attack, moving to the side. It’s apparent Seungcheol isn’t as experienced with the weapon. Mingyu grabs the handle of the trident and the two both fight over it, tugging it towards themselves only to have the other one tug it away.

Just like Seungcheol’s sword, the trident goes flying in the air and off to the side, out of reach of either boy. Neither make a move to grab it, instead going straight for each other in a physical fight.

Your body slightly shields Jihoon’s and you know he doesn’t have a good view of what’s happening. You’re sure he gets the idea from all of the yelling happening though.

A cannon booms and you gasp softly. You look at the boys but they’re both still standing, you suddenly remember Jeonghan was laying on the ground earlier. Seungcheol must realize what you do as he quickly disengages with Mingyu and runs over to where the other boy’s body lays.

Seungcheol kneels down next to Jeonghan. He gently reaches out, touching Jeonghan’s lifeless form. When Jeonghan doesn’t respond, the rage in Seungcheol’s eyes doubles. Mingyu, who was also a bit stunned from the passing of Jeonghan, quickly recovers, approaching Seungcheol at a rapid speed.

Mingyu runs up to Seungcheol before grabbing the boy by his neck, throwing him to the ground. Mingyu climbs on top of Seungcheol and sends his fist right into Seungcheol’s nose. Seungcheol grabs at Mingyu’s arms and rolls the two over so he’s on top. Mingyu doesn’t let this happen easily though, fighting back. The two boys roll around on the ground, wrestling for the offensive position.

Seungcheol finally dominates Mingyu and slams his head against the ground. Mingyu deftly reaches up for Seungcheol’s neck, grabbing him there forcefully just like he did to Jihoon. Seungcheol struggles in Mingyu’s grip, but is able to reach for a rock close to Mingyu’s head. You wince as Seungcheol slams the rock down on Mingyu’s skull. When he pulls it back, red is splattered all over the gray stone. Seungcheol repeats the action, again, and again, and again, until the cannon goes off. Mingyu’s arms fall limp to his sides and Seungcheol lets the rock drop to the ground.

The District 2 boy is crying now. His chest is heaving as he slowly climbs off Mingyu. His hands are covered in Mingyu’s blood and his own nose is bleeding from where Mingyu decked him. He looks like a wild animal with his bloodshot, bugged out eyes and dirt covered skin. You’re sure that you don’t look too far off yourself.

Seungcheol looks around frantically and that’s when he finally spots where you and Jihoon are standing. The sight of you two ignites another fire in him and he quickly retrieves his sword before charging at you and Jihoon.

You shove Jihoon back as you lift your axe. Your blades hit against each other, and as used to swinging your axe as you are, it’s clear that Seungcheol’s combat skills are miles ahead of yours. You do your best to just stay standing on your leg as you block all of Seungcheol’s hits.

Seungcheol backs off of you and you two stand there, staring at each other, weapons still drawn.

“You killed Hansol,” you say, finally breaking the silence.

“Does it matter? He was going to die anyways. We can’t all win.”

“No, we can’t, but Jihoon and I can.”

“No,” Seungcheol growls. “If I can’t have my district partner, then neither can you.”

You swing your axe at Seungcheol, but he dodges the attack and runs straight at Jihoon.

No. No.

He can’t have Jihoon.

You bound after him. Jihoon backs up until his back hits the Cornucopia. There’s nowhere else for him to go. Seungcheol is right up on him, his sword raised. You lift your axe to throw at him, but you realize you risk hitting Jihoon if you miss.

Right before Seungcheol lowers his sword down on Jihoon you throw your axe low, hitting Seungcheol right in the back of the thigh. Seungcheol’s leg buckles, dropping his sword as he does. Seungcheol plucks your axe out of his leg before grabbing his swords. His focus all on you again.

You’re defenseless now though as Seungcheol approaches you. He’s limping a bit, but then again, so are you. You do your best to dodge each of Seungcheol’s attacks. You back up, evading him as best as you can, until your heel catches on a rock and you go tumbling down, your back slamming into the ground.

Seungcheol shoots you a wicked grin as he swipes his sword through the air, slicing right through your good leg. Pain shoots through your whole body and you scream out in agony. You won’t be able to walk after this.

You have to kill Seungcheol. It doesn’t matter if you die as well, but you can’t leave him with Jihoon.

There’s not much you can do though as you watch Seungcheol raise his sword, ready to plunge it right into your heart.

You brace yourself, ready to accept your fate, when suddenly you hear a sickening squelching sound. Seungcheol’s eyes widen as he grabs at his heart. It only takes two more seconds for his body to fall to the ground and for a cannon to sound.

Standing above his body is Jihoon, the other boy’s spear dripping blood. He looks terrified and you can’t tell if it’s because he just killed Seungcheol or because of the state Seungcheol left you in. Maybe both. His hands are shaking as he drops his spear and falls to his knees. He quickly wraps his jacket around your leg, trying to stop the blood flow. He then moves up to your head.

His hands are warm as they cup your face. It almost takes your attention away from the pain in your leg.

“Don’t worry baby, it’s okay,” he whispers to you. “It can be fixed. We’re both alive and your leg can be fixed and we’re both going home.”

“Attention to the final remaining tributes. The earlier revision to the rules have been revoked. After an examination of the rule book it has been discovered only one winner of the Hunger Games may be crowned winner. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

You can’t think. Your head feels light from the loss of blood and your leg is throbbing and Jihoon’s caressing your face and it’s all so suffocating that you can barely process the words that are said over the speakers.

Jihoon reacts before you do.

“No! No. You can’t do that!” Jihoon’s screaming at the sky. “We have to- we both have to go home. Together.”

Only one of you can win. You should have known. When would the Gamemakers ever let both of you survive. Mingyu was right. It didn’t matter if Jeonghan died or not. The whole situation is fucked up. It doesn’t matter who dies to them, they just want their winner.

Your body sinks further into the ground.

“Wait, no, baby, please stay with me,” Jihoon begs.

“We both can’t win Ji,” you mumble.

“Do not give up on me. We made a promise.” Jihoon’s hands grip your neck and he presses his forehead to yours. You reach up to touch his face.

"It was always going to be you. I was only here to protect you. I've done my job. Go and be great." You rub your thumb over his cheek.

"No, no, they said we could both win so I'm not leaving this arena without you," Jihoon protests.

"It can't be anymore. This is your time." You lift your head a bit and press your lips against his. Jihoon accepts, kissing you back. He pulls you closer, taking his time soaking up every bit of you that he can.

When you pull away, Jihoon has tears in his eyes. "Please don't leave me."

"You have something to do. Honor me, honor all of us."

"I'm not kidding Y/N, I'm not leaving this arena without you."

"You have to win."

“You promised me we go home together.”

“They need their winner. That’s you.”

“No, no they don’t. It’s all or nothing.” Jihoon suddenly sits up. “Trust me, okay?"

You’re not sure what Jihoon has planned but you can’t help but scream as Jihoon grabs his spear and plunges it right through his own stomach. You reach out for him and Jihoon falls to the ground right next to you.

What the fuck?

You feel Jihoon’s hand grab yours. He’s shaking. Or maybe it’s you shaking. You can’t really tell. He squeezes your hand tightly and you squeeze back. You can feel your body shutting down.

You want Jihoon to live, but maybe this is just as good enough of a fuck you to the Capitol as you can get.

Your heartbeat is slow and just as you close your eyes you hear the speakers crackle to life again.

In a bit of a panicked voice, you hear the announcer say, “Citizens of Panem, I present to you your victors, Lee Jihoon and L/N Y/N! The tributes of District 7!”

Oh. That’s nice. You both get to live.

That’s all you can think of before you succumb to the darkness.

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SKZ Season Greetings - 7

Leading by example

Despite his headache, Felix truly enjoyed going through Changbin’s camera roll together, looking at the snow and holiday decorations. The rapper had made sure to turn the brightness of the screen down a little, so he wouldn’t cause the Aussie more pain. “So, after scolding Hyunjin and me, Chan decided to go out himself?”, Felix asked hoarsely, growing sarcastic, “Leading by example, huh?” – “Don’t worry, Lix”, Changbin chuckled sadly, “I’m pretty sure he’s regretting it, or at least, regretting that we walked to the store and only got a cab for the journey back.” – “You what?!”, the dancer asked, propping himself up on his elbows, “Are you crazy? What were you thinking? It’s freaking cold outside, I know because I’ve been there a couple of hours ago.” After a beat of silence, Changbin sighed: “Yeah, I guess we’re crazy and we weren’t really thinking anything. Already had regrets about halfway to the store. You are right, Lix, it is freaking cold outside.” – “Are you still cold?”, Felix asked hesitantly, his voice soft as he studied the rapper’s slumped posture, “Come here, my fever should be enough to warm you up.” He lifted the corner of the blanket and let Changbin get comfortable next to him before he snuggled up to his hyung’s side, eager to share his warmth with the older.

Chan lay on the couch, his legs elevated by a few cushions and a cold washcloth draped across his burning forehead. The living room was only illuminated by the Christmas lights, the blinds drawn to allow him to get some much needed sleep. Jeongin had pulled a beanbag up next to the couch, so he could hold the leader’s hand. “Come on, Innie”, Hyunjin whispered, “That can’t be comfortable.” The maknae only shrugged, not moving from his spot on the beanbag. He was sore but he doubted it would change if he laid down somewhere else. Hearing a muffled sneeze from the kitchen, Jeongin looked up and Hyunjin too turned his head when there was a second sneeze. The dancer’s brows furrowed when after a short moment of silence, there was a third sneeze. Making his way to the kitchen, Hyunjin spotted Minho leaning with his back against the counter, a wad of paper towels pressed to the lower half of his face. His eyes watered while his breath kept hitching. “Bless you, hyung”, Hyunjin hummed as he watched the other’s eyes flutter shut again. It was obvious Minho wasn’t done yet.

Gently taking Minho by the elbow, Hyunjin guided him to the dining table and pulled put a chair for the older to sit down. His hyung shot him a grateful look before ducking back into his paper towels with another sneeze. His hitching breaths had left Minho dizzy and he was relieved to sit down while he had to wait out the fit. If only his nose wasn’t so incredibly itchy. With his eyes watering badly, Minho didn’t see Jeongin join them, he only heard the quiet sound of the tissue box being set down on the dining table before the maknae whispered: “You should use real tissues, hyung. Your nose already looks painfully raw, paper towels will only make it worse.” – “Tha- hah-hh’GSCht! *sniff* ugh, tha’gks”, the older sniffled, plucking a few tissues from the box. He stuffed the damp paper towels into his pocket before productively blowing his nose, making his dongsaengs cringe without even noticing it. It was safe to say that this cold was really kicking his ass.

After getting Minho to lay down in his room with a fresh pack of tissues and a steaming cup of tea on his nightstand, Hyunjin joined Jisung on a heap of blankets and cushions that looked like they had been randomly strewn across the carpet. The older had thought that the rapper was asleep, so he startled when the younger’s fingers tightened on his sleeve, glossy eyes meeting his. “What’s wrong, Ji? Why aren’t you asleep?”, Hyunjin whispered, gently cupping the other’s fever-flushed cheek. Sleepily nuzzling into the touch, Jisung breathed: “Head’s killin’ me.” – “Aww, I think it should be another two hours till you can take more medicine”, the older smiled sympathetically as he glanced at the clock, “What are we going to do with you till then, hm?” Groaning in defeat, Jisung dropped his pounding head against the dancer’s shoulder as the other soothingly massaged the back of his neck.

Jeongin had witnessed the interacting and grabbed an icepack from the freezer, wrapping it in a soft towel, so it wouldn’t be too cold. Crouching next to the pair, Jeongin carefully spread the icepack across the back of Jisung’s head and smiled when Hyunjin took over holding it in place. “Thanks”, the rapper sniffled, burying his face deeper into the crook of Hyunjin’s neck. Ready to go and take a nap himself, Jeongin headed towards his room but decided to check on Seungmin first. The vocalist had disappeared not long after they had gotten Chan settled on the couch, so the youngest figured all the commotion had been too much for his friend.

“Hey”, Seungmin breathed when he spotted the slouched figure in the doorway, “What’s up, Innie?” The maknae shrugged, closing the door behind him before taking a seat on the other’s bed. Playing with his sleeves, Jeongin mumbled: “You were gone, so I thought I’d check on you. How do you feel?” – “My throat’s on fire and I feel like I got hit by a train. Everything hurts but I guess that isn’t really anything new”, the vocalist rasped and accepted the water bottle his dongsaeng handed his from his desk, “How’re you? You look at least as drained as you did earlier. Did you not manage to get any sleep since then?” Jeongin lightly shook his head. “Feeling restless?”, Seungmin guessed after taking a swig from his bottle. When the younger gave a hesitant nod, he placed the bottle onto the nightstand next to them and opened his arms, offering: “You wanna lay down with me for a while? We could listen to some music or a podcast or something. Just something to distract us from the misery without taking up much brain cells because I can’t really seem to think lately.” The pair turned on a calm playlist and Jeongin stretched out alongside Seungmin, the older wrapping him in a loose hug before reaching one hand up to stroke his hair. With Seungmin’s nails lightly grazing his scalp, it took a surprisingly short time for the maknae to drift off to sleep and boy had he needed that.

With all of the members settled and finally catching up on the sleep they had missed, the dorm grew quiet aside from the congested snores and occasional cough. Outside, the sun set and the world grew dark early in the evening but the candles and fairylights still illuminated the dorm with a cozy, warm glow. Their division was working hard at the company building trying to reschedule the most important events and estimating how long it might take for most of the group to have recovered. Chan had spoken to them on the phone shortly before heading out to the store, so they knew the condition the members were in and could make sure they really put the idols’ health first. Maybe this illness was a blessing in disguise, finally giving the members a much needed break.

Chan woke up to weak groans as Jisung tried to wriggle out of Hyunjin’s embrace. With his head still thumping relentlessly, the rapper had squinted at the clock and realized that he could finally have another dose of medicine to hopefully dull the pain a little for the next few hours. Noticing that his dongsaeng was awake, Chan sat up and took a moment to get his bearings before making his way over to the younger. “You want some help?”, the leader whispered, earning a defeated nod. When Jisung was finally free, he struggled to get to his feet. His head swam as Chan pulled him up and he dizzily slumped into the Aussie’s chest. Steadying the younger by the shoulders, Chan frowned: “What’s going on?” – “Head’s killin’ me an’ it’s time for more medicine”, the rapper slurred, trying to stand up straight by himself.

With his arm wrapped securely around Jisung’s waist, Chan guided the boy to the dining table and told him to sit tight. “Here, I heated up some soup for you”, the leader hummed hoarsely, “You should have something in your tummy before you take medicine. Doesn’t have to be much but, you know, getting an upset tummy on top of everything would suck.” – “You should eat something too, hyung”, Jisung breathed, slowly picking up the spoon. Though Chan had absolutely no appetite, he knew his dongsaeng was right, so he went to get another bowl of soup and join the other for what he estimated to be dinner. His perception of time was off though, so he couldn’t say for sure.

The two ate in silence, which was only interrupted by Jisung frequently clearing his throat. Chan soon sat with the cuff of his sleeve firmly resting against his septum, the steam making his nose run like crazy and he could barely eat without feeling like he was drowning. Though Jisung had had a headstart, Chan finished his soup first and disappeared to the bathroom in a hurry, productively blowing his nose. By the time he had gone through multiple tissues, the Aussie finally felt like he could breathe again and washed his hands before bringing Jisung medicine and a glass of water. Yeah, they were a mess but they were handling themselves quite well, regardless of how wrecked they felt.

[dannykoenig]

Trickster x male reader with social anxiety who gets "lost" in a train station

Based on my experience in Berlin where me AND my friend had a panic attack.

The 'friend' on the phone basically plays my mother lol.

This was supposed to be a comfort chapter but I got carried away I guess.

This story takes place in the entitys realm, meaning reader and Ji-Woon already slightly knew eachother (mostly from trials).

Seperated killer & survivor mansion au.

Your train got delayed. You were alone in a city that you didn't knew, with only little experience on train traffic.

The speakers anounced that your train was replaced by a subway that went into the same direction, but with a few transfers to other subways.

And then it started, everyone -literally hundreds of people- started streaming down the stairs to the subway stations. You could only sit there and watch, it didn't stop. More and more people went down there.

There was no way you could possibly get down there. You pulled your phone out and started texting a friend.

You told them what was happening and that you couldn't get down there.

"Try coming through."

"Why can't you just go down there?"

"But other people can do it too."

"I'm definetely not gonna pick you up, nor am I gonna send someone."

What did you even expect from someone who apparently doesn't believe in mental illnesses? They never cared about it, no matter how clear it was that you had social anxiety.

The calls you could never do? The public events that you could never go to? The things you could never ask other people for, no matter how important it was? Nah, definetely no signs.

You sat on the bench, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying not to cry in public. People were still flooding down the stairs next to you.

You were alone, everything could happen now. You grabbed your shopping bag harder, knowing anyone could snatch it from you and you wouldn't be able to do anything against it. You sat there, hoping that your train would somehow get the ability to come here. Twenty minutes, fourty minutes.

You sat there for an hour. One hour waiting for something to happen. One hour of hope. Nothing, the train was still gone.

You looked over to the stairs, there weren't as many people as before.

That had to be your chance. You took your backpack and bag and went down the stairs, somehow you even ended up at the right subway station.

There were still too many people, maybe that'd change. You searched yourself another bench that was surprisingly free.

A few minutes later one of the subways came that would bring you home. You collected all of your energy and stepped forwards the open doors. Suddenly more and more people came. Almost everyone who was standing at that station forced their way into the subway.

You stopped. Nothing could get you into there. When you finally regained the ability to move, you moved backwards. You had to get away from there.

You sat back down on the bench. Tears started filling your eyes, would you even get home tonight? It was getting dark. Was it a better idea to just get a hotel for the night? You saw something from the corner of your eye.

A small group of people, looking at you. You knew them. They were part of the entitys slaves. It's killers, the counterside to you. There were four people, all of those four people have killed you multiple times.

And they weren't just looking, it also seemed like they were talking about you.

You, sitting on a bench in a subway station, crying and shaking and sobbing.

And now your "enemies" were seeing you like that. Could this evening even get worse?

You thought it did when one of them started walking towards you.

He walked faster the closer he came, the surer he was that you weren't okay.

"Hey" he said, like five meters away from you. "Hey, what's wrong?" he put his hand on your shoulder and squatted down to see you better since you were looking at your legs because everything else was just too much.

You looked at him, unable to speak but still trying.

"Uhh, I- uh, I I'm.. sorry?" you wiped your sleeve over your face a few times.

He smiled. "What are you sorry for?"

You didn't even knew, maybe the stutter?

He knew what you were thinking so he just changed the question.

"Do you need help, y/n?" he asked, in such a gentle tone.

"Uh, yeah, how do you know my name?"

"You're here since quite a while now. I think we get more information about you, than you about us."

You knew that he was talking about the killers and survivors with "we" and "you".

He then seemed to realize that you didn't even know his name.

He just grabbed your hand, shook it and said; "I'm Ji-Woon, you might know me as Trickster and that over there are Michael, Kazan and Danny. The Shape, the Oni and Ghostface."

"thanks?"

"No, problem, so;" Ji-Woon said and sat down on the bench next to you.

"What's wrong?" he repeated his question fron earlier.

He waited patiently for you to find the words. You then explained to him how your train got delayed an hour ago, how there were so many people, you panicked and now didn't know what to do because you were scared of taking the wrong train or anything like that.

He put his arm on your shoulder while listening.

"Oh, sweetheart" he said in a high pitched voice and the specific way.

The way your mother would comfort you while silently mocking you after you fell from your bike or something like that.

The way someone reacts when someone elses problem is way easier to solve then expected.

"I'm taking you with me" he said, turned around and nodded to the left so the other killers would come over.

"Do you have social anxiety?" he asked.

"Yes" "Can I tell them what's going on?"

"Sure"

His arm was still laying around your shoulders and you kinda started finding it comfortable, maybe even comforting.

You were thinking about leaning against him and resting your head on his shoulder but then he talked to the others.

"Our little survivor here has social anxiety and isn't good with train traffic, I'm either gonna bring him to his home or he'll stay with us."

"If I knew you'd call me your little survivor I would've said no."

"You are my little survivor now. Be nice to me, I'm your only way home."

"Any other pet names?"

"Y/n, I can always push you out of the train and abandon you."

"There's our train, lovebirds." Onis Voice was definetely intimidating. Even when he said stuff like that.

Ji-Woon took your hand and pulled you with him, the other killers were behind you. You were finally standing in a train that was bringing you home, but that wasn't the right moment to be happy because Ji-Woon kept dragging you behind him. You tightened the grip on your bag while trying to stay directly behind him. He then pushed you on a seat and sat down next to you, not letting go of your hand. Oni and Ghostface sat down on the opposite side of the four-person sitting arrangement. Myers sat down on a single seat near the group.

Ji-Woon pulled out his phone and checked the time. "We're gonna be home around 10, at first I wanted to bring you back to the survivors mansion but I kinda really want to take you with me for the night. Would you be fine staying over?" he asked.

"Uh, alright I guess." Woah. That sounded so excited.

"I can still bring you to your place, you don't have to stay if you don't want to."

"No, no, I really want to be with you. For the night I mean. Sorry, I'm just a little overwhelmed."

He put his right arm around you and held your hand with his left one.

"Don't worry, it's fine. We'll have to switch subways in a few minutes. Are you hungry? I can ask someone from our mansion if we have leftovers from dinner." Now he was doing what you wanted to do earlier, he looked cute looking up to you like that. His weight on your side was comfortable.

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thank you."

He pulled out his phone and opened a group chat. Then your phone vibrated.

It was your friend, the one you texted with earlier. "And? Did you make it?" It came over like they were trying to make a point. Something along the lines of "See, I told you it was nothing."

Ji-Woon seemed to think the same, he grabbed your phone from you, leaned back against your arm and read the texts from then. How you asked them for help and how they reacted.

He then removed the "Yes" that you had written but not send and starting typing.

It was a long text, starting with the words "Listen here you little shit-".

He sended it, closed WhatsApp and gave your phone back.

"Show me when they answer." He said.

This is the end of my actual prompt, I just started doing anything, I personally don't really like it that much but I think it's ok.

Around an hour and four different subways later you were finally standing in front of the killers mansion. Oni opened the door and Ji-Woon dragged you behind. He never let go of your hand.

Most people there already knew you were coming because of Ji-Woons text, but Susie wasn't one of them.

"Oh, what is he doing here?" she asked.

"He's Ji-Woons little survivor now." Danny said and walked past you, you could hear he was smiling.

"I'm not-"

"Shut up, yes you are." Ji-Woon said from right behind you. "I'll call you my future little cumslut if you don't stop complaining."

"What?"

"Nothing! Come on, let's get to my room."

He dragged you with him again. You started to have mixed feelings about this. You pushed his fingers off your hand and put it in your pocket. He stopped. "What?"

"What? Nothing, everything is fine."

"Why wont you let me hold your hand anymore?"

"I just don't want to be dragged around by you. Can we just go to your room please?"

"Is it because of what I've said?"

"Can you please stop asking questions, I'm uncomfortable enough. You know what, I think it's better if I just go home. Thank you so much for helping me, but that I stay over here was a bad idea. I don't blame you though. See you in a trial or something."

You turned around and attempted to leave but didn't come far. Ji-Woon held your arm tight with both hands.

"Please don't leave."

"Ji-Woon, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, but-"

"And I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable! I'm sorry, please."

"Why do you want me to stay so bad?"

His gaze got even softer and he didn't knew what to say for a few seconds.

"Can we talk about that later please? Can we just go to my room?"

"Are you okay?" Was he trying to manipulate you? If so, it worked.

You sat down on his bed, he was standing at the door. "So will you stay?" he asked. "Yes, I will. But no more dragging and no more of whatever the fuck that was what you said in front of the others."

"It was that? That made you uncomfortable?"

"Of course it did."

"Y/n, that's not a big deal."

"It is for me, when we're here we're not in public, we're not around people that'll never see me again. As long as I'm in this realm these people will see me almost everyday. I'd be fine with it if they'd already known me and if we were a couple or atleast friends but we aren't. Ji-Woon we don't even know eachother. And that just was the first out-of-trial expression the killers got from me."

"Y/n. I understand why you're upset but trust me, they wont think much of you. They're used to me saying stuff like that to everyone. I'm basically the slut of this house, I had something with eleven or more men that live here. You're just overthinking it, it's fine, really."

"Eleven? How many men live here?"

"I'm not sure, the last time I counted it was twenty-three I think. They just keep spawning every few months."."

You laughed, "How often do you count?"

"Not often."

"Did you ever have something with a survivor?"

"Yeah, a few times."

"Who?"

"Leon, Jake, Adam, Felix-"

"Adam? The teacher?"

"Yeah, but it was a one-time thing. Felix was better, and Leon. Oh my god Leon.."

"And all the other men? Was that all more than one time?"

"Yes, everyone else atleast two times."

"Who was the best one?"

"Depends on the theme. Sex in general usually Danny and Frank, kinky sex Nemesis, Doctor, Pyramid Head-"

"Nemesis? Seriously? Tentacles? You kinky bitch."

"Hey! It was good."

"Yeah, you did it more than one time."

"Shut it"

"Since when are you in the realm?"

"One year and seven months."

"Over fifteen men in one and a half year? Damn"

"Y/n are you trying to slutshame me?"

"No, I'm impressed. And you called yourself a slut."

"I said basically. That doesn't count."

"You wanted to get my food."

"Am I your housewive now?"

"Do you want to be?"

"The next time I see you having a mental breakdown on a train station I'll leave you there." he said and left to get your food.

"Fuck you, Ji-Woon!" You yelled after him.

"Do it yourself! Lazy bitch." He yelled back

You closed the door and changed into the clothes he gave you for sleeping. You were surprised he even had normal clothes when he was walking around like a canary bird. A hot canary bird atleast.

He came back, gave you your plate and sat down next to you.

"Do you want to watch a movie?" He asked.

"Sure." You chose something together and he pulled you close, then pulled the blanket over your lap.

He pulled your phone out of your pocket and checked the chat of your friend.

"They wrote a paragraph about disrespect. Can I write more?"

"Yes, please."

"Ohh, you like what I'm doing, hm?"

Why did he have to say that in such a horny way? He started laughing when he saw how you looked at him.

After you finished eating you put the plate on his nightstand and wrapped your arms around him, finally resting your head on his shoulder.

"Are we still neither friends nor a couple?" he asked smiling.

"What would you say, what are we?"

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Ji-Woon asked.

"I'd love to." He placed a sweet kiss onto your hair, layed his arm around you and started stroking your side.

"This is why I wanted you to stay so bad."