#jiung fanfic

[moonhoures]

Sunday Morning

🕷️ kinktober — day 9: cockwarming 🕸️

pairing: jiung (p1harmony) + reader (g/n)

genre: non-idol!au, fluff, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, morning sex, cockwarming, edging (kinda? sorry jiung 😅), somnophilia (idk if this really counts but i’m putting it just in case!), pet names: ‘ji’ & ‘baby’ for jiung

word count: ~1.8k

synopsis: just some good ol’ morning sex with bf!jiung 😌

posted: october 9, 2023

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Your bedroom was enveloped in a layer of thin darkness provided by the gloomy, rainy weather settling outside of your windows. Sundays were usually your chore and errand day of the week, but when your eyes cracked open for the first time this morning and saw the nasty weather, you threw those plans out the window (metaphorically). Instead of getting up to start your day, you snuggled yourself further into the warmth of your sheets, pulling them tighter to you. You snuggled your face into the plush of your pillow, and shifted your hips back for a more comfortable position. Only, your behind met something solid, which had you concerned and confused, but only for a moment.

“Hey, quit hogging the covers.”

You melted into relief as you remembered that your boyfriend had stayed the night and was sleeping just behind you. His presence made itself clear as he turned to face you, tugging back some of the sheets. He lifted them up while he scooted closer to you, letting the soft fabric fall over the both of you. You felt his arm encircle your waist and pull you closer to his front.

“I forgot you were here,” the grogginess of just waking up was evident in your voice, cracking some of the syllables.

“Ouch,” Jiung mumbled with fake-hurt, making you laugh softly, “Glad to know I have such a big impact on your life.”

“Well you haven’t stayed the night in so long. Excuse me for not being used to waking up with you next to me.”

Your boyfriend leaned forward and kissed your shoulder that was exposed by the neck of your shirt slipping to the side. You instinctively scrunched up, trying to avoid the tickling sensation that came with his lips and breath brushing against your sensitive skin. But he persisted, hands holding onto your hips to keep you still while he attempted to kiss your neck. The best he could manage was leaving chaste pecks on the nape of your neck.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to spend the night,” he apologized with a smile as he held you close, spooning you. Your hands found his at your navel, and you intertwined your fingers with his, “I’ll have to change that soon.”

“I would like to wake up like this more often,” you confessed, making your boyfriend smile even wider.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, scooting yourself impossibly closer to him. He hoped you didn’t hear the small noise he let out when you brushed against the subtle tent forming in his shorts. But of course he couldn’t get that lucky, “Seems like you would, too.”

“Babe-“ he groaned in embarrassment, his arms tightening around you. You laughed at his expense.

“If you had morning wood, you could’ve just said so, Ji.”

“I didn’t- I don’t- I-,” your boyfriend sighed, half in defeat and half in frustration. It’s not like he was the one that rubbed his erection against your ass, “It’ll go away, just . . . don’t touch it.”

Secretly, you loved making Jiung flustered like this. He was always so cute when he got nervous and stuttered over his words. You wished you could see how pink his cheeks were getting. How wide his eyes were. You decided to tease him further, not-so-innocently shifting to “get more comfortable” and brushing even more against his bulge in the process.

“________,” he warned you, hand gripping your waist in attempt to stop your movements.

“You’re right, I’m too tired for that right now,” you sighed, but the gears were already turning in that pretty head of yours, “Unless . . . you want to just put it in and nap some more with me?”

“How is that any fun?” he asked, a slight pout to his lips. But he wasn’t denying you, so that was something.

“I guess it’s not supposed to be,” you shrugged, “But it’s intimate. And if you’re good, I might reward you.”

“Might?”

“Fine, I will reward you. But only if you stay still and let me nap.”

Jiung mulled it over for a minute, but he truly didn’t think he had the strength, the self control. Still, he was never one to turn down the opportunity to have sex with you. There were very few things he could think of that were better than being buried inside of you, so this just felt like a no brainer.

“Think you can do that?” you asked him, peeking over your shoulder to see him struggling in his own contemplation. The dark shadows on his face brightened with the flash of lightning that illuminated the room for a split second, followed by a low rumble of thunder off in the distance.

“Uh huh,” he nodded, even though he knew you couldn’t see him do so.

It was a blessing and curse that you decided to sleep in only your underwear and one of his t-shirts. A blessing in the sense that it gave him easier access, and a curse in the sense that the easy access only turned him on more, making his erection stand at full attention, hard and uncomfortable. He thought a quick, thankful prayer as he took his weeping cock out from his sleep shorts. If you hadn’t decided you wanted to cockwarm him, he would’ve waited entirely too long to take care of his morning wood in the bathroom like a gentleman. He made a mental note to treat you real good the next time you had proper sex.

“Are you ready now?” he asked, not wanting to dive right in too soon and have it be uncomfortable for you.

“Honestly, Ji, I’ve been wet since I woke up,” you admitted with a small giggle, “So yeah.”

A small fluttering feeling took up space in his chest as he wondered if you were wet because of him. Had you dreamed of him? You had never had a wet dream about him—as far as he knew—so the possibility made him really happy.

He decided not to waste anymore time, so he discreetly used some of his spit to moisten the grip on his dick, rubbing it out a little before getting closer to your center. The fabric of your underwear was easy to move out of the way, and in seconds he was sinking into you with a small hiss. Inch by inch, he fed his length to your hole, letting you suck him in with a familiar warmth that felt like the most impure hug.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he couldn’t help himself from admitting. Once he was seated deep within your heat he got the overwhelming urge to thrust, but the voice of his conscience told him to keep himself in check. It shouldn’t be too bad, all he had to do was hold you and stay still until the both of you nodded back off to sleep. But how long do they plan on napping? he thought. I don’t know how long I can do this before I go insane.

A mix of a hum and a small sigh left you as you felt yourself become full. Jiung watched you practically melt into the bed, your shoulders dropping with relaxation and your head nestling further into your pillow. He pressed a kiss to the back of your head without even thinking about it. His body moved on its own, doing what his heart wanted him to. He smiled at your cozy state, hugging you again. His legs were almost entangled with yours in this position. You two were so close that you basically became one entity.

“This feels nice,” you spoke so softly, moments away from falling back into a slumber.

Jiung wanted to agree, but he was focusing too much on relaxing and not bucking his hips into yours like he so badly wanted to. So instead, he hummed weakly in agreement, fingertips softly gripping the flesh of your tummy as he tried not to adjust his position. If he moved even a centimeter while inside of you, he knew the drag of his cock against your walls would feel too good for him to stay quiet and keep his cool.

“Ji,” you called his name, a hint of a smile on your lips, though he couldn’t see it since he was behind you and his eyes were screwed shut in concentration, “You okay?”

“Mhm, just- trying to stay still like you asked.”

You chuckled faintly. He really was the cutest—and the most obedient, you’ve noticed, “You’re doing good, baby. Just a while longer.”

Jiung nodded, but inside he was whining like a sick puppy. Just a while longer, he thought.

A few minutes turned into several minutes, and eventually became over half an hour. Jiung had finally gotten to a point where he was fully relaxed, cuddling you and focusing on your lulling breaths to keep himself at bay, and it worked. Your delicate snoring didn’t even faze him as his eyes fell closed and he began nodding off beside you. He awoke after a while when you shifted in his warm embrace, hips slightly rutting against his. A choked groan squeaked out of his lips before he could stop it.

“Sorry, baby, did I wake you?” you asked him, purposefully beginning to rock your hips in the most subtle way that it could seem accidental.

“Ah- Please,” he breathed out in a sheepish tone, his hand quickly moving from your stomach back to your hips. His fingertips gripped onto your skin desperately, trying to get you to stop moving.

“What? I thought you wanted to fuck me, Ji?”

“I- I do,” his words came out in pants as his groin began to feel like it was on fire again. His cock throbbed with the anguishing need to cum.

“Then fuck me.”

It was the most gentle command he had ever heard, but the most compelling. Not even a second went by before he was thrusting into you with fervor. Your lip was sucked in between your teeth as you tried to bite back moans and failed. Jiung was a sweet lover, always so attentive and never selfish. He did tend to get a little ambitious sometimes, and those were the few times he would cum before you did. Now seemed like it would be one of those times, but you couldn’t blame him. He had suffered long enough while you cock warmed him. He was a good boy, and did exactly as you asked of him. He deserved to cum first.

“Cum whenever you’re ready, baby.”

“Thank you,” a long, pathetic moan followed his words as his hips stuttered behind your own. He jerked and twitched with every rope of cum that painted your insides. Overwhelming pleasure was all he felt, and in that moment all the waiting he had to do was worth it. Absolutely worth it.

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1:14 am - c. jiung

warnings: none, just a lil bit of making out <3 | wc: ~600

now playing: restless - bibi

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The credits to the movie you were watching with your boyfriend have long since faded out, but neither you or Jiung make a move to get up from the couch and the warmth of the blanket tucked carefully around your huddled bodies. Your head has found its home in the crook of his shoulder, and his hand on your thigh draws absentminded patterns. The silence is interrupted only by the buzz of electricity and the occasional hum of an old tune in Jiung’s throat.

“It’s late.” He eventually whispers, eyeing the clock silently counting obedient seconds on the opposite wall. “And so quiet.”

“It’s perfect.” You whisper back, one hand moving to the back of his head to scratch gently at the strands of hair at the back of his neck. Jiung sighs contentedly at the feeling, letting his forehead fall to the top of your head, smiling when you tilt your face towards him. His eyes soften when they meet yours, and the clock on the wall ticks slower when his gaze drops to your lips, then back up with a soft exhale.

You tuck your thumb under his chin, slide your forefinger over his bottom lip, and guide his mouth to yours.

It’s easy to pry a soft, breathless sound from Jiung’s parted lips. His hands slip under your sweatshirt and tighten on your waist as he melts to your touch. With gentle thumbs, you trace his cheekbones, the lines of his jawline, the slope of his chin. His own fingertips leave goosebumps over your skin from their feather-light touches, and you shiver, leaning into him, tilting your head to slowly deepen the kiss.

He mumbles your name against your lips and you swear you feel the quiet rasp of his voice through your whole body. You shush him, kissing him once more, lingering, before your lips trail across the side of his face and under his jaw. Jiung’s next exhale is particularly shaky, his eyes heavy lidded and dazed. His head tilts backwards to give you an open canvas, and you slowly work your art across his flushed skin, the heat of his body simmering where your lips and teeth leave darkening love marks.

His hands slip up your back and press your body close to his, forcing you to shift your body onto his lap. You angle his face back to you and capture his lips again, hands winding into his hair as he smiles into the kiss. The clock sits still as the seconds stretch and lose meaning, both your minds far too hazy to keep track of anything other than the touch of skin on skin, teeth grazing lips, hands tightening holds. Jiung kisses you like the world could burn and he wouldn’t notice. His lashes flutter, eyes gazing into yours when you drop his bottom lip and murmur, “Yeah. Perfect.”

You’re endeared as pale pink dusts his cheeks.

The clock moves faster; Jiung lays back onto the couch, grabbing your waist to pull your body over top of his. You giggle as his hands run under your shirt, trailing goosebumps over your skin as they trace your sides. Cupping his face, you press your smiles together, holding him close as he holds you tight. Your fingers slide into his hair and his slide up your back, pressing your body to his with flat palms. Moments blur together in Jiung’s warmth, the gentle yet purposeful push and pull of his mouth, the skim of his fingers across your skin.

The clock ticks steadily on, steady as his pounding heartbeat in your ear, steady as his delicate hands and their tight grip on your waist, steady as love painted over skin and whispered between parted lips.

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THE PLAYLIST — P1HARMONY TEXTS: HYUNG LINE

sypnosis. your boyfriend finds out you don't have any of his songs in your playlist!

warnings. cursing , nicknames such as 'babydoll' and 'baby' , lmk if anything else needs to be added!

genre + reader type. fluff smau + gn!reader

notes. HEY!!! this was part of a request and since i couldn't fit everything into one post, you can read part two here !!! special thanks to jaedyn ( @jaetyun ) for helping me out w how to make it as accurate as possible 😊😊

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cafe crush

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jiung x reader (+ side co-worker!theo) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff!!

♡ word count: 2,371 words

♡ summary: 88. “I'll see you later.”

♡ author’s note: i have not written in literal YEARS. but this is a quick one that i whipped up due to a) my ongoing obsession with p1harmony, b) that cursed gif of jiung in the purple hoodie asdfghjhkld, c) my own experience (aka this is heavily based on my cafe crush HAHA) and d) a sudden itch to write?! i'm so rusty, so expect nothing. enjoy!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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“Just ask for his number!”

“Oh my goodness, stop it!” You hissed at your co-worker, Theo, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Oh, shut it.” He retorted, trying to defend himself. Mere seconds ago, Theo was teasing you and laughing boisterously, attracting the attention of some other café patrons. “Not nearly as obvious as when you ogle at him as if he’s your prince charming or something.”

“Not true!”

“So true!”

“Who’s next?” The barista called out from behind the counter. You nudged Theo forwards in response, hoping to linger at the end of the line for a bit longer to catch a glimpse of your prince charming.

Well, okay, you were being dramatic.

He’s not technically your prince charming. He’s not your anyone, really. But he is the super-hot-waiter-who-works-at-the-café-you-frequent-with-your-colleagues-everyday (you figured prince charming was a shorter and more convenient name).

It all started out as an innocent crush – someone who piqued your interest, really. You noticed a month or two ago that there was a new face at your regular café. He was probably around your age, perhaps slightly older, with strikingly silver hair. The first time you laid eyes on him, you nearly choked on your iced latte. He had the kindest eyes that turned into little crescents and a bright smile on his perfect face as he spoke calmly to the café’s never-ending patrons and urged them to write their names down on the waiting list. You even saw him put out a bowl of water for a cute corgi like a true angel, all while taking pictures of it using his phone.

The café you frequented nearly every single workday (and sometimes, even on non-workdays) was super popular. On most days, there was a long line of people waiting for a table at the entrance, and a small group of customers huddled around the takeaway station. You weren’t surprised. After all, the café was in a popular suburb, and they brewed coffee using well-sourced beans they freshly roasted in-house. The coffee always hit the spot for you, whether it was an early Monday morning, or a midday pick-me-up.

Throughout the weeks, though, you found yourself making the short ten-minute trip to the café more often than usual. You used to go to other cafes in the area. Granted, this suburb was filled with many high-quality coffee houses. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t go to the café just to catch a glimpse of your favourite barista.

Slowly, you started to find solace in your little café trips. What used to be an obligation to get a shot of your daily caffeine, transformed into a little bit of me-time when you had the luxury of making the trip on your own. It gave you an opportunity to walk around the neighbourhood, or even walk the office dog when she was in (which got lots of attention from the locals along the way). You couldn’t explain it, but the anticipation of looking for something (or rather, someone) and finding them exactly where you expect them to be, brought you a sense of pure satisfaction.

Seeing him there, standing at the entrance greeting customers, or balancing three plates of brunch on his long arms, or even taking orders with a big smile, brought you a sense of calm and familiarity.

Your mind flashed back to one particular Friday, where the weather was ominous outside the office, and you were periodically nodding off at your desk. Something about the gloomy weather made you want to go home, crawl under your covers and take a nap. Just as you were re-reading the same sentence for the nth time, you decided to make a trip to the café. After briefly checking the time (you were lucky – it was only 1:30pm), you headed out with your umbrella in hands.

The moment you stepped outside, you momentarily regretted your decision. The skies had just opened up, and rain started to fall. You hesitated but decided that there was still four hours left of the workday, and there was no way you could get through it without a proper hit of caffeine from your favourite café. So, you braved the wind and the cold and made the trip down, clutching your tiny umbrella tightly in your fists the entire time. When you arrived there however, the rain reduced to a tiny drizzle, and the wind appeared to calm down as well. Just as you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of the familiar purple hoodie. With your heart thumping in your chest and a bright smiled plastered on your face, you took a quick glance towards the owner of said hoodie (who was busying himself with introducing the signature brunch menu to a table of first-time customers) and headed towards the takeaway counter.

“How can I help you today?” The barista at the counter broke you out of your trance as you reached the start of the queue.

“Hello! Can I get a cold brew please?”

“Of course! Our cold brew is self-serve. Do you know how to work the taps?”

The cold brew and batch brews were served in coffee taps in this café. It was a favourite amongst your colleagues in the office. When it was sunny, everyone flocked to the café to get a cup of their cold brew.

“Yes, I do.” You chirped in reply and proceeded to pay and thank the barista, wishing them a good day.

As you made your way to the coffee taps, you caught a glimpse of your favourite waiter in the corner of your eye, filling up a bottle of water on the sparkling water taps behind you. You held your breath as you scooped a bit of ice into your takeaway cup and placed it under the tap. He was only five steps away from you, and you struggled immensely to keep your gaze fixed on the coffee instead of him.

While it was certainly fun to self-serve your own coffee, the lids always proved to be a challenge for you and everyone else. Theo himself spilled one too many cups of coffee at this exact spot, just because he couldn’t get the lid on the right way.

When the coffee finished pouring, you grabbed the cup with clammy hands and took a lid off the pile. “Here goes,” you breathed, feeling the eyes of not only the waiter but also the other baristas on you as you attempted to put the lid on.

Your tongue stuck out in concentration, fingers pressing around the rim of the cup. Your breath hitched when you felt the cup bend slightly under your touch. This was probably not going to end well.

“Do you need some help?” A voice spoke from in front of you.

You paused, heart nearly beating right out of your chest from the nervousness. This was the first time you’ve ever had any sort of interaction with the waiter, and for some reason, his velvety voice made your knees a bit weak. It was smooth and deep, like a cup of perfectly blended and roasted coffee.

“Ah…” You laughed, slightly embarrassed. Looking up, you flashed an unsteady smile. You were close enough for once to read off his nametag – Jiung. So that was his name. “I’ve got it, Jiung.” You said, determined.

You looked down before a shy smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. You took a breath, and tried again, this time with a slightly different approach. You got half of the lid to catch on the cup, finally, and just a little bit more until you got it secured, and you were so close, just a little bit –

“Ah!” You gasped in shock. Turns out, you pressed a little too hard and the cup folded in on itself, spilling half of the drink on the countertop.

“I saw this coming; you should’ve let me help.” Jiung teased in a light-hearted manner, hands already armed with a cloth to clean up the mess you made. He handed you a paper towel. “Here, did you get any on your clothes? Clean up and I’ll get you another one.”

“Ah, no.” You did a quick check and thanked the heavens that your grey sweater was safe from the coffee damage. “I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. “I swear I did it properly last time.”

“What’s taking so long? Ah, Y/N, you did it again.” Theo peered over your shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.

“Again?” Jiung questioned, trying to bite back a smile.

“Shut up, Theo!” You whipped your head around and shot daggers at him with your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll meet you back at the office.” You squinted and stared at him, trying to communicate with him non-verbally to leave you alone with your café crush.

Thankfully, Theo was smart enough to get the message. “Alright, I’ll tell Keeho you’ll be late to the meeting because of your little accident.”

“Go!” You hissed, threatening to throw your used paper towel at him. His arms shot up in surrender as he backed away and walked back to the office.

“Your coffee.” Jiung said, presenting you with a perfectly covered cup of cold brew. “Next time, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’d be amazed just how many people have done that.”

“But you guys make it look so easy, I thought I could do it too.” You pouted, accepting the drink and slightly brushing over his fingers as you did so. Your body tingled at the short-lived moment of skin-to-skin contact.

Jiung laughed at that. “You’re forgetting that we do hundreds of these a day. Let the experts handle it, okay?”

“Jiung, lunch!” One of the chefs yelled out from the kitchen.

“In a sec!” He yelled back. Turning back to you, he said, “I’m gonna go on my lunch break soon. Anything else I can help with?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds and played with your fingers which were interlaced around your cup coffee. Jiung couldn’t help but to watch and stare at your lips as you did so, hypnotised. “Actually, there is…”

“Oh, were you waiting on takeaway food? If you’re in a hurry I can check with the back if you – ”

“No, actually,” you interjected softly. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” You asked, uncertain. “Only if you’re single, of course.” You took a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. Clearly it didn’t work because you started to ramble. “But who am I kidding, you obviously have a girlfriend. Anyways, I’m late for a meeting so I should just go…”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk away and hide at your office desk, Jiung waved his hands out to stop you. “Wait!” He said belatedly, after opening and closing his mouth for a minute too long. “I- I- I don’t.” The two of you locked eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. “Hold on, you just- I just- I -” He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Sorry, just give me a sec okay? I’m on my lunch break, I’ll walk you back.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod at his words as he turned around and raced back to the kitchen to grab his lunch. The minutes felt like hours as you waited for him, sipping on your coffee, and allowing the cherry and chocolatey notes to invade your tastebuds. You felt a bit numb after your confession that wasn’t really a confession, yet your heartbeat refused to stop thudding against your ears in anticipation. You really couldn’t tell how this would end.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” Jiung said, breathless, as he came around the other side of the counter, dressed in a black cap to match his black hoodie. Now that he was standing in front of you, you realised just how tall he was. “Do you work around here, Y/N?”

You shivered at the way his voice wrapped around the syllables of your name. You could only look up at him and nod and point in the general direction of your office.

“I thought so, I see you here all the time.” Jiung continued, slowing his footsteps to walk at the same pace as you as you lead the way.

“You noticed me?”

“Of course, how could I not?” He replied, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck as an embarrassed grin paints itself on his features. “I’m always waiting around to catch a glimpse… of you…” His voice got softer and softer and trailed off towards the end of the sentence.

“You do?” Your eyes turned as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, seeing you is the best part of my shift.” He says, as plain as day, as if he was stating a well-known fact, or reading out the weather forecast, or answering a math question.

“Seeing you is the best part of my day.” You countered.

“Are you sure it’s not just the caffeine?” He teased, bumping your shoulders as you walked with matching steps.

“That too,” You admitted, lips pulling into a small smile. “But seeing your smile in the middle of a boring workday makes things a lot more bearable.”

“That’s…” Jiung trailed off again. “So cute.” He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter in combined fascination and disbelief, and you thought that nothing, not even the sounds of angels singing at the gates of heaven could be better than this. “Oh, here.” He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He reached out for your hand, and dropped it into your palms.

“What’s this?”

“My number, silly. What are you doing tonight? If you’re free, let’s grab dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the pure excitement and joy seeping out of your body. It took everything in your power to not jump up and down on the spot. “Yeah,” you breathed out, still unable to believe that shooting your shot actually worked for once. “Yeah, I’ll see you later at 6.”

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Was it worth it in the end? — ♡

♡ jiung x fem!reader <3

♡ genre: angst x fluff (wc; 3.0k)

♡ sypnosis: ever since you found out about your illness and its progression, you always told one person; jiung. Your childhood bestfriend, and the one person you felt closest to. Yet, when you went to your weekly doctors appointment, you came back with news that had you wondering if telling jiung would be the right thing to do.

♡ warnings: mentions of ilness, hospital visits, loss of life, coma, mental health issues.

♡ song suggestion: die 4 you — dean.+`

You never expected to come back from the doctors appointment with such a dreary feeling that consumed your mind. Normally, the hardest part of having a doctors appointment was arriving there in the first place, and leaving with a burden lifted off of your shoulders. You hated how you had to come back to the same clinic every single weekend, and had to walk the same corridors, and enter the same room, and see the same doctor.

The more your illness developed and progressed in its stages, the more you found little comfort in being taken care of. You didn’t like the feeling of burdening people with your struggles, and you hated even more that no matter how hard someone tried to heal you, you only got worse.

The one person who didn’t make you feel as though you were a reminder of sadness and sorrow in its living human form was jiung. Your closest friend that supported you since the very first day.

Yet, after the dreadful news that came with the new files the doctor received, you didn’t know whether or not telling jiung would be the best idea. You still vividly remembered the several calls you got from him this morning, asking you if you would like him to come along so he can be there for any major news. And as much as you wanted him with you, you were fearful that the doctor would say something that would result in nothing but pure despondency. And you weren’t wrong.

Jiung was always one to overthink. He did nothing but care for you ever since he found out about your illness. He always checked up on you, came over to your apartment with a handful of freshly picked flowers and a cup of your favourite drink. He did everything he possibly could to make sure that your mentality remained stable and healthy, unlike your physical health that he unfortunately couldn’t heal, but swore he would heal if he could.

But, ever since you sat him down on your couch at your apartment and told him the news, he had treated you like a piece of damaged glass that could be shattered any second. He no longer ran up to you to give his hugs you could never get enough of, he no longer wrapped his arm around your shoulders and put you into headlock like he did since you were children, and he no longer play fought with you in a fear that he would accidentally hurt you in the process.

And you were sick of it. You were sick and tired of people treating you like you were incapable of doing anything on your own, you hated how everyone started to be gentle around you, and to make it even worse, you hated how no one could ever talk to you about anything but your sickness. Every morning you woke up to the constant messages of; “Are you okay?” “How are you feeling?” “How did the doctors appointment go?” and nothing else.

It was a constant reminder that you were nothing but an ill person that had no future ahead of them.

Of course people only wanted to see how you were doing because they were concerned for you, but you could only take it much longer. No one could be capable of enduring this every second of their day, right?

And so, you decided to not focus on the news the doctor gave you, and make the most of the day that was ahead of you. Even if that meant lying to people whom you swore youd always tell the truth to if it had something to do with you. Without a second thought, you took your phone out of the coat of your long brown jacket, and dialed the number of your most favourite person.

“Jiung?”

“Y/n! I was so worried for you I couldn’t help but pace around my house the entire time you were at the appointment, how did it go? are you doing okay? I coul—“ You sighed and cut jiung off quickly

“jyu, you already know how much I hate those questions, I’m doing good, actually, maybe even better. Do you want to come to the cafe infront of my apartment for a bit and have some brunch? we can go to my apartment later on and watch a movie as well” You smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you continued to walk in the autumn breeze.

“I’ll be there in 5, don’t tire yourself out too much okay?” Jiung called into the phone, the sound of his car keys in the background.

“I wont jyu” And the phone call ended.

You stopped walking for a brief moment, realising how tears had started to collect at the side of your eyes. Tears swelled up and blurred your vision slightly, and so you looked up to the sky, blinking away the proof of your sadness that swallowed you everyday. You let out a puff of air, watching as a cloud of fog like air danced around you due to the coldness that surrounded the city despite the morning sun being out.

You continued on your way, burying your face as far as it could go in your wool scarf.

As you finally arrived to the cafe that was located right around the corner to your apartment block and looked inside, you finally saw him. Jiung was sitting down in a table located in the corner, the very table that you both had claimed together as a special meeting place, it even had the initials of you two scribbled at the very bottom of the table, a true relic of the cafe, with a phone in his hand and two coffee cups placed next to each other waiting to be drunken out of.

“Someone came early today” You laughed, pulling out a chair to sit next to jiung.

“Oh my god i’ve missed you so much Y/n, really, I cant even do normal tasks without thinking about you” Jiung sighed, stuffing his face in his hands as he tried to slow down his heartbeat.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and placed your other hand on one of his hands that his face was stuffed in, telling him to look at you as concern covered all your features.

“Jyu, You dont need to be concerned anymore I swear, I have amazing news”

Guilt started collecting at the pit of your stomach, a sense of uncertainty making you feel nauseous. Was this the right decision, or would you end up regretting not telling him the truth? only time would tell. And right about now, the first option seemed more appropriate.

Jiung immediately pulled his face from his hands, looking up at you with a new profound glimmer in his eyes that you found cuter than anything else in this world.

“Well, the results of this test showed that, I’m not doing as bad as before. I’m getting much better actually jyu.”

And right at that moment, you were glad you told him you were getting better. Within just a few seconds, Jiung was crying as he came to your side of the table to give you the biggest hug he could possibly give. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him back and taking in the scent of his cologne you loved so very much. As you both sat there intertwined in the hug, you sunk deeper and deeper into his touch, feeling more comfort than you had ever felt for as long as you could remember. Although you wanted to deny it, you had noticed the feelings you had started to develop for jiung were way more than just the platonic love and adoration you had for him previously.

He did way more for you than anyone else had ever done. He knew every small detail about you, from the things that made you the happiest to the things that made you want to hide under your covers. And with each little thing he found out about you, he never once treated you differently than before. Jiung was just as open as you. He talked about his struggles, he talked about what made him happy and what made him sad, but one thing he never failed to mention was how you were his favourite person.

He would bring it up every second of his day if he could, and, he nearly always did.

When the hug started to loosen up, you noticed how your coat had felt dampened from the tears that jiung just couldn’t seem to stop, and it just made you want to start crying yourself. You felt bad for lying to him, you really did, but this would be for the best for the time being, as unfortunate as it was, this was what would make him feel better.

and you’d do anything as long as it meant he was happy.

“Jyu? Oh my god how have you still not stopped crying? Come on, lets go back to my place, we can watch a movie together yeah? I’ve missed doing that a lot.”

Jiung smiled and nodded, holding your hand as he stood up with you. Both of you grabbed the warm coffee cups and started making your way together, huddled as close as possible to keep the warmth between you two.

. . .

You finally arrived home, the warm embrace of your apartment welcoming in both of you with a glimmer of the warm sun. You shook of your coat gently and hung it up in the doorway, jiung following along. His black puffer jacket hung right atop of yours, the brown and black suiting each other as if they belonged together all along. Everytime you saw his belongings around your apartment, you’d get the sudden urge to ask him to move in with you. There was nothing more comforting than seeing him so close to you and around your place treating it as if it was his home as well. It just made you feel so much closer; which you didn’t even think was possible.

“What movie we watching?” Jiung asked, walking into your room to get the white throw you had placed on the side of your bed. The very same throw jiung had gifted for you at the beginning of the year when you first moved in to this home, and the very same throw you cried into when you were at your lowest.

“Hmm, how about—“

“Let me guess, titanic?” Jiung laughed, sitting down quicky on the creme coloured couch that was placed neatly ahead of the tv, getting comfortable as he snuggled up to your throw.

“You know me so well, jyu” You walked next to him, lifting up the throw so you could rest your body on his.

“Of course i do, youre my favourite person y/n. I’m so glad you’re better, I’ll no longer bring up your health from now on, I promise” Jiung said, resting his head atop of yours as he clicked on the tv to play your all time favourite movie.

As the movie started playing, the beautiful shine of the evening sun made its way through the open windows of the building, making you feel in a dream-like state. This is the emotion you had been craving for the longest time. The feeling of safety. The one time you got to think about something other than your health.

Sooner or later, the movie just became back ground noise to you, a sleepiness surrounding all your limbs and mind. As your eyes begun to shut, Jiung noticed and pulled the throw over you slightly higher so it covered your torso, and gave you a small kiss to your head as he rested on you once again. Right as you were about to dose off, you heard a small mumble coming from jiungs lips, his beautiful voice lulling you to sleep.

“I love you, y/n.”

. . .

Before you knew it, it was the next day. And you were still on the same couch, the same yellow throw draped over your figure. Yet, there was one evident difference. Jiung was no longer next to you.

You stood up slowly, picking up yourself as your bones felt weak and sore. Shit. You had forgotten to take your pills last night, and you were feeling even weaker than you usually would, and this was not helpful. You slowly made your way to your counter, to be met with the sight of a small piece of paper placed right on the ledge with a neat handwriting on it.

Of course it was from Jiung.

“Sorry y/n!! I had to leave a bit early for work, Fell asleep on the couch yesterday…oopsies…but, i promise to come back around later today, can we finish the move then? call me if you need anything!

Love — jiung.”

you smiled to yourself, placing the piece of paper in your pocket as you headed towards the pantry to get your pills, might as well take them now, better late then never was the one sentence your doctor would always repeat to you.

When you went to grab the pills from your assigned medical box, you were met with the sight of nothing, pills all finished.

You had ran out.

And your bones were too weak to drive.

As you felt an approaching migraine, you considered calling jiung to ask him if he can get the pills for you, but he was at work, right? its better not to disrupt him. What about your mother? shit. she was out of state. Any other friends? They don’t care enough, do they?

At last, you came to the conclusion that you would have to buy them yourself, even if it meant putting yourself at risk. And even though you were scared this would result badly, The chemist you always bought your pills from was only a few kms away, it wouldnt be much of a problem. And so, you grabbed your car keys with a spinning head and shakey hands, and made your way out of the apartment, praying youd be able to come back safely and step foot back into your apartment with no damage to yourself.

You walked down the stairs as your world continued to spin, holding on to the metal railing beside as tightly as you could, trying to keep your balance and step on the stairs one by one without missing any and causing yourself to go flying down them. Once you made it all the way to the bottom, you took a deep breath in and exhaled with a slight cough, your lungs feeling tighter than they previously were walking down the stairs. When you finally got to your car, you sat down and shut your eyes tightly, nausea building up at the pit of your stomach. You felt like you could throw up any second, but it was only set to get worse if you didn’t go and buy your pills, hence making you lift your head up from the seat and place your hands on the steering wheel to start up your car.

You began to drive at a slow and steady pace, trying to take the roads with the less traffic to ensure your safety, as you knew better than to drive on the freeways with a pounding migraine and nauseous stomach. But, there was one inevitable turn at one of the busiest parts of your city that you just couldn’t get past, and so you had to use it. You tried to focus on the cars coming from every direction around you, But the fast speed they passed you with and the way they blurred together only upset your mind, and with no warning, you felt your stomach start to churn way more, and your eyes start to spin even faster. You couldn’t take it anymore, and so, you pressed the pedal to move forward.

Fuck.

That wasn’t a smart idea.

Within an instant, you were thrown to the other side of the road, the car threatening to flip from the impact of being hit. You felt all your limbs tighten together, until suddenly; you felt light. and your vision had fully dissapeared.

. . .

“God why would you lie to me Y/n?! Why the hell would you do that for fucks sake! I always told you I was here to help you, Why wouldn’t you listen?!”

The voice sounded familiar, and it was too familiar for it to be to your liking. Jiung.

You tried to open your eyes, yet you were met with another layer of darkness. No matter how hard you tried to open your eyes and look around, you only saw an endless pit of black. What the fuck?

immediately, you heard another voice, another one that you had recognised from somewhere.

Your doctor?

“Doctor? Please tell me she’s okay— I— I dont know what to do, I’ve been talking to her for ages yet she wont respond or open her eyes— she told me she was getting much better! ” You heard jiungs cries, sorrow filling your brain. He was crying louder and more than you had ever heard him, and it just agonised you that you couldn’t tell him you were okay. You were okay… right?

“much better? oh no, you must of heard wrong, her condition is critical, and shes at her very last stages currently. The chances of her overcoming the illness is decreasing everday and as of now, considering shes in a coma— its nearly impossible for her body to fight back”

Jiung started sobbing louder than ever, pure screams of dread ripping out of his throat.

Coma?….

You couln’t believe your ears. you were in a coma for god knows how long, and there was no way for you to wake up. And jiung would never know that you were conscious.

“Y/n— i had so much to confess and say and just as i thought i was going to have the chance— fuck, i even planned to get you daffodils after work so we could go to dinner together…Was—

Was it worth it y/n?”

you didn’t know the answer.

Was it worth it in the end?.

[ivenlz]

I desperately need more people to write for jiung (p1harmony) PLEASE GOD IM LIVING OFF OF CRUMBS 😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

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EAT YOUR BRAIN OUT | C.JU (pt.i)

choi jiung x f!reader

synopsis. who would've thought that the worst part of a mugging wouldn't be the actual mugging? alternately, your best friend gets turned into a zombie amidst an already stressful university life.

▸genre, warnings. pg13, zombie au, non-idol au, uni au, office au but only 4 yn, bf2l, humor, horror, angst/fluff, blood ment, minor talk of injuries, yearning, slow burn i think, slice of life, keeho med student??, yn not korean, this is a series btw, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!🎃

▸word count. 4.3k

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The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you just laid your eyes on the record.

"Oh my god? Oh my god!? Jiung, come look at this!" you call out, twisting around to hold out your most recent discovery from the mystical and densely packed row of records in your favorite run-down vinyl store. 

His sneakers squeak on the worn linoleum of the floors, he makes his way from the opposite corner of the store with a "No way! You've been looking for this in vinyl forever, right?" 

His fingers run over the grooves of the unsheathed disk and you nod enthusiastically, you breathe in the dusty warm scent of the concrete and pieces of vinyl, the dim strip lights and sunlight streaming through the window illuminating your golden find. The cramped low ceiling can't hold the high spirits that are warming you despite the cool autumnal weather. He resheaths the record and nimbly plucks it from your hands, heading for the register in the back. You scamper quickly to follow him, almost hanging on his arm to keep your view on your newfound baby. 

When he reaches the unvarnished wooden table with a small till atop, he smiles and waves to the old man running the store. The stylishly dressed old man chuckles at the two of you and your antics, he'd been allowing the both of you to loiter here without buying since your sophomore year in university when you'd found the shop. In your defense, being in uni is expensive and you would have needed more funds to get vinyl records every other weekend. He tells you the price of the vinyl and you almost do a spit take at the cost. You're about to say something when Jiung pulls out his already thin wallet –one could even liken it to a balding man's hair– and pulls out the crisp bills necessary. 

"Ji, no. I cannot let you pay for this!" you protest trying to pluck the bills out of his hand, after some effort Jiung prevails and manages to pay.

The old man shakes his head in amusement, cigarette hanging from his lips, he tucks the bills in the register and hands Jiung his change. 

He advises you sagely "Young lady, you should let him pay for you! it's a good thing he's no scumbag, what a good boyfriend!" 

Jiung giggles when your jaw drops, he similarly admonishes you "Yeah you should let me, your loving boyfriend, buy you this nice record."

Jiung pulls you out of the store by the scruff with you huffing and puffing angrily the whole way. 

"Ji- JIUNG!" You swat his hands away from the collar of his coat, he looks at you with a  sheepish smile.

"Choi Jiung! Not only did you pay for that with money you don't have, but you also lied to that old man!" you start to scold him by smacking him on the arm, as you do so his dark brown hair glints in the setting sunlight. 

The two of you look comical as you hit and yell at him and he stands unperturbed if not just regretting the boxing around the ears. You don't see yourself right now, but Jiung thinks he understands why someone could think you're a couple. People had been making this assumption since your freshman year of university, usually the two of you either refuted it or just brushed it off. It's no wonder why, since you two had met at freshman orientation you had been almost inseparable when not in lectures. You had approached him for directions, but you struggled slightly with spoken Korean at the time as a foreign student and he by the grace of god spoke stellar English. Despite your seemingly unrelated majors you had an overlapping class or two and ended up attending the same dance studio! The crazy coincidences served to make you two quickly super comfortable with each other. This translated past school to after you got your degree in advertising and started working and Jiung deciding to pursue a masters degree in music composition, leading up to right now with the two of you supposedly celebrating you getting your full-time contract. 

"Sorry, sorry! Sorry, please stop hitting me now?" He pleads, escaping your violent attacks. 

He secures the record in the front basket of his motorcycle, thankfully it's free of any garish advertising colors despite his food delivery job. In a deep shamefaced bow, he informs you you can pick the restaurant (like he always planned for you to do, but anything to get on your good side). You stick out your tongue and order him to take you to the nearest kbbq restaurant, he quickly submits and puts on his helmet. In a swift motion, he puts yours on for you, securing the strap under your chin. You reel a little, because it was so fast, totally because of that. 

You walk into the restaurant and let the sizzling mouth-watering scent hit your nose. You all but forgot about the spat you just had with Jiung in the face of food, which made Jiung chuckle. You find yourselves an empty table, settling down you call over a waitress and scan the menu of standard kbbq dishes. Jiung fills her in on your orders, despite being fluent in Korean to a corporate level you still preferred having him talk for you when the two of you were together. You lean your elbows on the table and tuck one arm under your chin as you watch the exchange, not bothering to tune in over the noise. The waitress cracks a joke which earns her a giggle from Jiung, she points a thumbs up his way before gathering your menus and heading to the kitchen. It doesn't really bother you she didn't acknowledge you, but since you're thinking about it it probably does. Jiung removes his jacket as you did earlier and folds up his sleeves, the chill not reaching inside the warmth of the building. You keep observing him until he eventually feels your gaze and looks over, sending you an inquisitive head tilt like a puppy. You shake your head as a response and proceed to tie back your hair as a show of your okayness. He sends you a double thumbs up which you return with childish happiness, the unintentional mood lighting of the dim orangey raw pendant lights in the restaurant causing the scene to have a fuzzy quality. You have a great evening between wing manning Jiung (he wasn't interested), enjoying the meat that made you want to dance it was that good, and answering the latest trending debate questions (you both felt similarly on the perilla leaf matter). You got to pay this time, with your last baby paycheck. 

Jiung stops in front of the nearest train station, waiting diligently for you to unclasp your hands from his shoulders, get off the bike, and rid yourself of your helmet before passing you your vinyl. It's cool to the touch because of the air, which is getting even nippier now that night has fallen.

You smooth down your helmet ruffled hair "I'm off," you inform him, as though he had not just brought you to the station pointing towards the building awkwardly. 

You could have been better at that goodbye, yikes. He nods and asks you to shoot him a text when you're home safe, to which you salute him and promise a timely message. 

Hopping off the bike, he draws you into a hug and you hear "Good job by the way, I'm proud of you," in your ear.

When he tries to pull away after that. You keep him there, which shocks both of you. You release him eventually with a shallow shove, turning heel and running into the station.

True to your word, the second you walk through your apartment door after a three-station train commute, five-minute walk, and elevator ride, you dutifully text him a simple “Home👍." To which he responds with a like. 

You immediately run to put the record on in the small creamy yellow suitcase-style record player, it lives in the corner of your wooden living room floor next to the console. You try your best to organize your collection in the small metal rack you had purchased but there always seems to be a stack by the player, you see it and smile fondly at the record at the very top of the stack. Coincidentally, this record is not only your first but also one gifted to you by Jiung. Since high school, you had known you wanted to move overseas as a result you’d held back on collecting many physical items like records or even just clothes. When you finally did move to Korea you had resolved to start a collection of some sort, you had confided in Jiung about this right before your semester break, and to your surprise soon after you got your first coursework of the year back with flying colors Jiung had brought you to the record store for the first time and let you choose any record. You wipe the debris off the cover and place it back at the top of the pile, the memory of the record combined with the residual emotions from the night's celebration had you thinking about all that Jiung had done for you. You go through the motions of getting ready for bed with a record blaring in the background, counting the good things you owe him. It's not until the hot water from the shower hits your back that you recall that Jiung's aunt is your landlady, his mom sending you to her, that was the reason you could afford the rent to this place on your previous salary. 

You're hounded by the thought of how deep your relationship with Jiung is, and how you would be not just in hard times but doomed to failure if you hadn't met him. You wish you could help him in tough times too but he never seems to have any, which would usually be a cause for happiness and relief if not for your feelings of guilt and debt. It overwhelms you that you feel unable to help him in return, so you just lie on your bed and scroll mindlessly in hopes of sleep or just reprieve from your thoughts. You haunt the hashtag for one of your high school favorite boy groups who are having a 15th-anniversary reunion, the specter of your thoughts taints the disco pop playing from the screen though. The time passes slowly as you scroll languidly through the carousel of apps you have open, your eyelids are heavy and on the verge of sleep. The sudden loud buzz of a call and flash change of the screen startle you, causing your phone to drop directly on your nose. 

nursing your throbbing nose you pick up the call, which you see is from Jiung, "Ji? What's up?" 

It wasn't uncommon for him to call late at night, but considering you had seen each other just hours before it did seem a bit odd. 

"Oh thank god, you picked up," he sighs in relief, his breath a quick puff "I need to come over, can I come over?" The tremble in his voice was evident.

You were puzzled, why did he seem so off? 

"Yeah of course, what's going on?" You question, trying to glean more details of the situation. 

You don't get an answer and you're about to ask again until you hear a sharp inhale and after a few seconds of heavy breathing a muffled yell.

"Ji, What's going on!?" you repeat your question with an urgent fear. 

The call cuts off. You feel sick to your stomach with fear, what was that yell you just heard? The bile rises in your throat and you only feel it retreat a little when a message 'otw' appears on your phone screen. You walk to the kitchen and open a sprite, leaving a fridge open for a bit of light as you sip. You know it's not really settling your stomach, but it feels like it so you sip. Warily you close the fridge and turn on the lights, too nervous to sit tight you pace by the entrance and rearrange your slippers. You hear the code to your door go through, Jiung long since needing you to let him in, as it opens you look down first taking in his full body. He looks haggard and beat up, he's cradling his hand (and some takeout?), you feel a contraction in your heart. You look up to his face, you almost scream. 

You didn't end up screaming, you did have to halfway catch Jiung though. Dragging his heavy ass to the couch, you feel your heart calm slightly in relief but also with sudden duty. You look at his bloodied face that initially tempted a shriek from you, trying to assess the damage. You decide the cut on his head isn't as serious as it looks and his busted lip should be okay, his hand has a weird jagged kind of cut but other than the scrapes and bruises he doesn't have any major injuries, You sigh in relief when you reach this conclusion. Then you tense up again realizing you're out of your depth, what do you do right now? 

"There's a first aid kit in the bathroom, right?" He asks you quietly, his voice hoarse, this was the first time he'd spoken since he'd been here. 

You smile at him weakly, grateful, and quickly turn to go get the kit in question. you dust it off after retrieving from the cabinet, glad that Keeho in proper med student fashion had decided to get you one as a housewarming gift. Oh shit, Keeho. You make a mental note to call him as soon as Jiung is sorted. Walking out of the bathroom with a damp rag and the first aid kit you feel slightly more confident, which is a start, you lay the contents of the first aid kit out on your coffee table next to the mysterious takeout bag and get to work with the rag. Gingerly wiping the blood of Jiung's pale skin, you swear up and down no tiny cut should bleed this much and take great care to wipe even more gently when you reach the cut on his forehead and the one on his lip. Jiung winces and you whisper a chain of 'sorrys' as you clean it up properly. You try your best to apply the disinfectant with the least amount of discomfort possible and press on the bandaids with similar care. You sigh and stare at your handiwork on his face with apprehension, barely satisfied you pull his hand into the light to see the damage. Upon closer inspection you can tell it's a bite mark, an odd looking one but a bite mark, you pray it's not infected as you put a boatload of antibacterial cream on it before wrapping it in a bandage. You stare at the bandaid on his lips and where the very edges of the cut peek out, you'd never felt comfortable looking at his lips for long but now you were worried enough that the thought of it being inappropriate slipped your mind. 

You had settled Jiung in your bed after passing him a far oversized t-shirt of yours and some shorts he'd left a while back, you'd gone to pack up the takeout and remembered something at the back of your pantry. You're now brewing some medicinal Chinese herbal tea, something you brought with you from home. You can practically taste the bitterness through the smell and hope you don't seem too much like your mom right now, but you didn't know what else to do other than give him gallons of hot water. You stand around holding your cooking chopsticks in one hand, cooking the tea in a brass ramyeon pot was a little unorthodox but you didn't really have a teapot lying around so you made do. After much deliberation and a thought to call your grandmother you decide the tea is ready, you carefully pour it into a mug and make your way back to your bedroom. You tug on the drawstring of your standing lamp tucked in the corner of your room next to your door and let the warm light cast a dim glow on the familiar landscape of your small room making exaggerated shadows on all your usually commonplace furniture. You put the mug on the nightstand as you approach the bed, you lightly shake Jiung's shoulder, regretfully having to wake him. 

"I made you tea, you should drink it while it's still hot" you explain as he opens his eyes and sits up. 

The scent of the tea blends in with the tiger balm you'd slathered across his chest, you know he's not coughing but it never hurts to be safe, right? He tentatively takes a sip and makes a face, you know it's bitter and you give him an apologetic look. You motion him to keep drinking regardless, watching as he drains his cup which takes a great deal of effort. He smiles weakly at you, and you sigh and smile back. 

"I'll go now," he says, making the motions of getting out of your bed.

You push him back lightly, the fabric of his shirt cool on your palms, and tsk him, you're not going to allow him to leave now. 

"Did you see the way you walked in here? I'm not letting you go back to your four person shoebox sized dorm" you tell him patting his shoulder as he forcibly slumps against the propped up pillow behind him. 

Neither of you want to argue, but you're willing to stand your ground. He sighs and gives in, moving to lie down again, you quietly thank him turning off the lamp and slipping out of the room with the mug. You wash it, which is really surprising frankly, it must be all the residual responsible energy from taking care of Jiung. That causes you to sigh, yeah you wanted to return the kindness he had extended to you, but was a crazy mugging really the way it had to be done? You wash the suds off your hands and the sink, chewing on the inside of your cheek regretting the wishes you made earlier in the night. Well, at least the ambiguity of them. You decide to lie down on your couch, exhausted thoroughly from the many and extremely colorful events of the night, you feel your eyelids droop finally drifting off into sleep. 

You wake up not because the birds are chirping or the sun is streaming, but because of a jab to the ribs. 

"Hey, did you die? Only one of us can die at a time," you hear a suddenly very grating voice ask, accompanying the sharp pokes.

One of the said pokes lands on your cheek when you open your eyes and shoot the doe eyed boy a fat glare. You scratch the back of your head and sit up, as you do you feel a fabric fall away from your body, you look down to see a hoodie that seemed to have been draped haphazardly on your sleeping self. You look up at Jiung throwing him a questioning head tilt, he looks back at you happily but still pale even his hair seems paler. 

"You looked cold," he explained, "like one of those tiktoks of the sleepover where the friend doesn't give them a blanket." 

You stare at him incredulously, even if the gesture did warm not just your upper body (he forgot about your goosebumpy legs) you elect to ignore him and stretch a little before getting off the couch and heading to your bathroom. 

Finally deciding to speak with your dry morning voice, you croak "Can you heat up the congee I have in the fridge?" 

Jiung salutes you and bounds happily towards the kitchen, he's way too happy for someone who just got mugged the night before. What happened to being scraped and bruised up, you wonder. You step onto the ice cold tile of your bathroom and it sends a shiver up your spine, whew you are cold. With that you splash some water on your face and try to wake yourself up a bit more, not really succeeding you decide to brush you teeth. Maybe the minty fresh flavor will wake you? You're not sure where your train of thought is going with that one. You wash and gargle, doing a rushed version of your normal skincare routine not wanting to keep Jiung or your breakfast waiting. You hear the beeping of the microwave, just in time for you to pop into the kitchen all freshened up. 

You clap excitedly seeing that he brought out the century eggs you have too, "Oh that looks so good, I'm starving right now!" 

He nods his agreement and serves you both your individual bowls of the soupy rice, in his usual fashion he dumped way too much chilli in and you gave him a wary stare.

“Not finishing that for you, you know that right?” You scoff lightly, knowing full well it’ll be too spicy for him and you’ll have to finish it.

To both your surprise breakfast goes fast and uneventfully, both of you finishing your bowls’ of congee with no issues other than a small spill on you shirt. You watch Jiung settle down on the couch as you wash the dishes from the meal, he turns on youtube on your tv and plays some music video that he’s been ‘dying to watch’ and you tune into the song. It had come naturally to the both of you to spen the day together, you could’nt let Jiung leave and it was a Sunday so you had both decided on a movie montage. You finish washing and placing the dishes on the rack and hop over to join jiung on the couch, settling in comfortably in your usual spot. You turn to him as the video ends, pausing the tv, you clear your throat and wait for him to give you his full attention.

“Before we do anything, tell me what happened last night.” you command, trying not to sound too demanding but knowing that you can’t just move on without an explanation.

He sighs and purses his lips, he looks at you but darts his eyes away before speaking “I don’t really remember, to be honest. It was a big blur, all I remember is trying to squeeze in one last delivery before heading home for the night,” he rambles.

You nod, urging him to continue, so he does “I stopped at the alley outside the store to situate everything, you know? Out of nowhere this dude comes at me, and everything from there’s a massive blip,” he manages to finish coherently. 

You nod, not wanting to press it any further you mutually decided (read: Jiung just nodded along) to do a chick flick movi marathon. This being part of your continuous effort to educate Jiung on trashy pop culture to which he is a surprisingly active student. 

The sun has long past set by the time the two of you get off the couch and stretch, deciding it’s dinner time. In tandem and like a well oiled machine you head to the kitchen as a team and prepare the stolen chicken from his disaster struck order from the previous night. It seems the person ordering was not feeling spicy because the two options were honey and soy-garlic. Fine by you, you were happy to get free food if nothing else. You happily dig into a drumstick of the ill gotten soy-garlic chicken when you hear Jiung gagging in disgust.

“Dude, what the fork?” you say, not wanting to be so vulgar in front of your food.

“It’s like rotten or something, I don’t know,” Jiung replies, looking like he bit into maggot-y meat.

You shake your head in disbelief, our chicken is just fine, but to appease him you pull a chunk of the opposite side of his drumstick off with your chopsticks. Inspecting it closely you deem it worthy and pop it into your mouth, it’s… yummy.

“You’re insane,” you report to him, happily munching on your food.

“Biased journalism!” he cries in disbelief. 

You’re not exactly sure why or how this is when the dots connect, but by golly do they. The bite, pale skin, spice tolerance, bad reaction to food? You’ve watched IZombie, you know exactly what this sounds like. This only calls for one thing, you scamper off your chair and towards your spice cabinet, grabbing your gochugaru chili flakes. You pop the container and Jiung’s mouth open, you pour about a teaspoon’s worth of the flakes onto his tongue and order him to swallow. He swallows easily, light work, no reaction. 

You gasp loudly not expecting to actually get the response you’d expected, Jiung freaks out, “What the FUCK? What’s happening, why’d you just try to turn my mouth into meat kimchi?” he asks you frantically.

You hold one hand up to him and dial the only person you can think of, Keeho.

You’re surprised with how fast he shows up to your SOS text, a large duffel bag with a red cross logo showing up with him, “What’s the sitch?” he asks completely out of breath and panting.

You fill him in on your miraculous discovery, making him roll his eyes when you use the phrase ‘code z’. He asks a few more questions going between you and Jiung for answers, this reveals some things, like even though you hadn’t checked on or redressed Jiung’s wounds (oops) they had perfectly healed and also that Jiung had never seen IZombie. Jiung looks completely lost as you and Keeho hold a very unintellectual conversation on what this means and how Liv survived in the show post turning, Keeho leaving you stumped when he pulls out very Ravi-esque medical terms.

Keeho nods thoughtfully and after a long pause simply asks, “So, Jiung, how does it feel to be undead?”

▸note. honestly i was planning for this to be a loooong one shot but i! am! busy!｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡ idk what the update schedule for this will look like, but with the acute pressure off my shoulders ill tentatively say a chapter every week or so? i hope you like it bc i love the dynamics so far, and i have a lot planned (17 pages of notes to be exact) for this series! tyty and have a happy happy halloween!!💕🎃🍬

shoutout @busy-dizzybee for reading my stream of thoughts in real time, soldier on🫡

nets. @kflixnet

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posted: 311023

[xzinbdg]

Can I request a p1h text reaction of them asking reader who has a crush on them out on a date and to be their valentine

hello!!! thank you for your ask!! and sorry for the wait but I wanted to do this on valentines to set the mood 🥹🥹🥹 I hope you'll like it! have a nice day/night and once again happy valentines! byebye 💕💕

p1harmony and valentines!

pairing: p1h x reader

p1harmony masterlist // main masterlist

[jongseonvs]

p1h

when you argue/how you make up

warnings: none

not proofread.

keeho

- he’s petty, so he ignores you for however long he feels is necessary

- which is usually just for a day, and he literally doesn’t. talk. to you.

- not even a glance, basically you’re invisible

- but it hurts your feelings bc you usually talk to each other instead of doing whatever he’s doing

- when you start getting distant, he starts to feel guilty for being so immature

- apologizes by trapping you in a bear hug and saying his feelings before letting you spill yours too

theo

- you actually argue a lot because you guys are so similar

- he’s stubborn, and so are you so neither apologize first

- he doesn’t ignore you, he actually acknowledges you but just doesn’t listen to you

- “can you pass me the towel right there?” you ask but he stares at you, glancing at the towel next to him before getting up and leaving the room.

jiung

- after arguing, tension is heavy.

- neither wants to talk first, even though you’re both dying to

- after a while, you just go up to him with a small smile on your face

- “wanna go get ice cream? if you want, I’ll pay.”

- a smile breaks out on his face and he reaches his arms out to hug you.

- “yes, but only if I’m paying.” he kisses your cheek and drags you into the room to get ready

intak

- he’s more emotional than angry, bc he hates arguing

- also bc he def sees your side and understands why you feel that way and he feels bad for making you feel that way

- once his eyes start watering you can’t even be mad anymore

- you hug him tightly, assuring him you love him and that you’ll just talk about it later :(

jongseob

- boy refuses to accept the fact that you’re even arguing

- “so what are you trying to say? are you fighting me rn??”

- tries to make it a joke because he doesn’t wanna argue w you

- and he hates seeing you mad especially at him

- “Okay, I’m sorry I’m sorry I won’t do it again.”

- doesn’t even understand why you’re mad, but he just wants to see you happy again!

soul

- this boy doesn’t get mad in general

- the most he does its sulk, but it’s usually in a joking manner

- he always aims to make you smile and laugh, so arguing isn’t even in his vocabulary.

[sugawhaaa]

how would you feel about writing a Jiung x Fem!Reader fic where her long time boyfriend cheats on her, she goes out to drink with Jiung who's her best friend (and has a crush on her), he finds out about what happened and because they're a little drunk they decide Jiung will help her get revenge and have a little too much fun together ;) it's up to you to decide if reader and bf will stay together and Jiung will be her secret affair OR reader will dump her bf and start a new story with Jiung OR they're scared of what they did and end the friendship or whatever finale you think would suit best the main plot

JIUNG X READER

Strawberry

🍓Warings::smut!mentions of alcohol!mentions of abusive relationships!

🍓Pairing::switch!jiung x switch!fem!reader

🍓Genre:: multiple positions, cream pie, some food involved, blowjob, handjob, praise, hair pulling, degradation, orgasm denial, he calls you a slut like...a few times but not much, squirting

🍓A/N:: I'm so close to 3k and I can't believe it like 🤯 never thought my little writing hobby would take me this far...

"So let me get this straight. He had been cheating on you for a few months and he filmed them uh doing it and thought it'd be a good fucking idea to post it?" Jiung said with his right arm leaning on the counter of the bar. You threw another shot down your throat. It burned so good. You put the glass down on the counter.

"Yeah, pretty much," you look into Jiungs big eyes. He shakes his head.

"I mean seriously," he leans back and turns his chair to you. "After like three years of dating and going out all the time he gave up all of you for someone like her?" He said as he gestured to you.

"Yup, she's so fake and plastic like ew," you say as Jiung takes a sip of his margarita. "I gave him everything he ever wanted. Can we go out this weekend? Well, I had plans but sure babe! Can you do the laundry for me I hurt my back at the gym. Sure babe! Can we fuck I'm stressed? Of course babe!" You impersonated his manly voice in a mocking tone. Jiung laughed.

"You know, I never really trusted that guy," Jiung starts as you take a swig of your wine. You shoot an eyebrow at him. "Of course, I was happy for you! You found a guy who loved you as much as you loved him! It was great but after a while, I started questioning him. He had some red flags pop up and I was a little worried," Jiung explained before taking another sip of his margarita. You nodded. It looked like Jiung had one more thing to say so you let him continue. "He even talked smack about me to my face," he said as he lightly spun his margarita.

"Wait what?" You were taken aback. That didn't seem like something your ex would do to Jiung at all.

"It was after Christmas I think. You gave me a more expensive gift than him and he got pissy about it. He said 'Don't try me punk' or something like that I dunno," Jiung shrugged before taking another gulp of his margarita. His Adam's apple flexing.

"Wow, I didn't know he said that...well, I'm glad I spent my good money on you anyway," you said as you crossed your arms. Jiung finished off his margarita.

"So, I know now might not be the greatest time but remember how anytime you and him did it there were things you were gonna tell me about it but your ex said not to tell anyone?" Jiung said as he put his glass on the table along with his elbow.

"Well...it might not be for everyone's ears. Why don't we head back to your place, it's kinda getting late," you suggested as you stood up.

"Sounds good," he nodded his head and stood up as well. You chugged the last bit of your wine and paid for all your drinks. Splitting the total between Jiung. You leave the bar and walk to Jiungs Place. You were a little tipsy but not enough to make walking around town a scare. There was some idle chit chat and making you flustered when he'd ask about what you were gonna tell him at his house.

You finally got to his house and leaped onto his couch. Jiung took off his jacket and hung it up as you stretched on his couch. The sweet smell of him filling your nose.

"So, shall we continue our conversation," he smiled as he sat on the couch with you. You huffed.

"Well, he was a little bit of a jerk when it came to sex. Whenever wherever he wanted to do it, it would happen. But if I asked to do it he would reply with some bs like 'Can't you just wait?' But he said in such a rude tone," You complained as you laid down on the couch, barely giving Jiung any room to sit. "Not to mention he had no rhythm," you say with a swing of your hand. Jiung chuckled. "The amount of orgasms I had to fake just to get him to piss off is pathetic," you sigh as you play with your hair.

"Wait what? How do you fake an uh orgasm?" He asked with pink cheeks.

"It's pretty easy really, it's kind of a girl thing," you look at him ignoring his flustered state.

"I still don't get it," he shrugged.

"So when a girl cums she gets tighter it goes like woosh," you demonstrate with your hands how it works. Jiung looks like he understands but is also concerned. "But women can intentionally get tighter, we can control it," you demonstrate with your hands again.

"Ohhh," a light bulb ignites in jiungs head. "So you just do that and act like it feels really good right?" He says as he watches your hands, his cheeks pink.

"Yeah pretty much," you shrug. "Do you have any strawberries?" You ask suddenly.

"Uh maybe? Why?" He answered and watched you get up and go to the fridge. You find the package of strawberries and take them out to the living room. You open the package and lean over the arm rest.

"Open~" you say as you hold a strawberry above Jiungs mouth. He hesitates but he opens his mouth. You slip the strawberry into his mouth and he bites down on it. You pull the stem off from his mouth and clean the juice off his lips. He blushes madly. Without thinking clearly you put your lips against his. Jiungs eyes widened. No words could be spoken. You set the package of strawberries down and break the kiss. Jiung swallows the strawberry.

"Y-Y/N?" He said as he watched you closely. Trying to read your confusing body language. "I...we should talk," he says with a quivering voice, his body shifting.

"I find actions speak louder than words," you hold his cheeks with your gentle grip. You kiss him passionately, adding tongue this time. He moans softly into the kiss. He leans back onto the couch and you rest on top of him.

"I've loved you for so long," he said between kisses. You look up at him slightly shocked.

"You were always a hottie," you chuckle before biting his neck. He moaned quietly as his hand went to his mouth. You slid your hands up his shirt and feel up his abs, tracing each one of his muscles. Occasionally you kiss and bite his neck and shoulders, leaving little marks. His long hands soon followed suit. His hands inching up your stomach. The touch of his cold hands makes your stomach fluctuate. His hands went around your back as you continued to lick his neck. You tug at his shirt. "May I?" You look at him through hooded eyes.

"S-Sure," he blushes and lets you pull his shirt off. You lick his chest down to his nipple. You feel his body jerk up into yours and he pulls at your shirt. You wanted to drag this out, tease him, graze over his cock a few times before actually jerking him off. Edging him until he screams out your name but you couldn't wait. It felt like you'd already been waiting years to feel him inside you.

"Jiung..." you say softly as you remove your hands from him, sitting on top of his thighs. He tilts his head to show you he's listening. "I know how sudden this is but...I'm so horny I can't do this," you whine as you curl up on his chest. He pats your head as he listens to you. "I need you inside me..." you whisper and wait for him to reply.

"Are you sure you want that? This early?" He takes your chin to make you look up at him. You nod with doe eyes. "As long as you're okay with it..." he strokes your hair and kisses your forehead. "I don't have any condoms on me though..." he says as he looks at the living room table, the strawberry pack still on it.

"No, no condom it's fine," you shake your head and take off your shirt. He looks at you surprised.

"As long as you're sure..." he seems a bit skeptical but whatever you want goes in this situation. The two of you stand up and take off all remaining clothes. When he sees you take off your bra his cheeks flush. He never thought he'd be blessed enough to see this view. Once prepared you lay down on the couch and waited for Jiung. He crawled on top of you and pumped his cock a few times. "Are you sure?" He asks one last time as he looks down at you, biting your lip.

"I'm sure baby, please, put it in," you whined as you grabbed his hand to stop him from prepping anymore than he had to because all he was doing was killing time. He took a deep breath and agreed to do what you pleaded. You bite your lip and watch as he teases his tip against your soaked folds. You buck your hips slightly in anticipation. He finally slowly slides inside you. You jump and grab his shoulders. He was much bigger than your ex...you felt your walls stretch to engulf all of his length.

You moaned loudly and arched your back. "So deep," you whimper draggily.

"Your so much tighter than I thought," Jiung groans as buries himself inside you. He takes a deep breath. "Can I move?" He asks as he looks down at you.

"W-Wait just a bit longer," you say hoarsly. You took a few deep breaths before nodding. "Okay," you look up at him and wait for him to start. One last deep breath between the two of you rings in the air before he slowly pulls out a bit and ruts back into you.

All the built-up tension between you and him throughout the years was finally being let out and you felt like you could see the light right then and there. He slowly continued to thrust up into you. Slow but consistent. Nothing like your ex but...your ex never made you feel like heaven anyways.

You whimper as he hits that gummy spot buried inside you. Your legs jerk up and a shiver runs down your body. This doesn't go unnoticed by Jiung of course and he continues to abuse that spot. He chuckled and threw his head down.

"Fuck you feel so good," he said raspily as he continued to hit your G-spot. Jiung's speed started increasing and you couldn't help but wrap your legs around his waist. He leaned down and kissed you. Your lips collide and tongues interlock. You break the kiss to hoarsely speak.

"I think I'm getting close," you whimper out before biting your lip. You feel your walls tighten around his length but it doesn't slow him down one bit. If anything it persuades him to go faster. You throw your head back and let out an aching moan, your nails clawing at his shoulders. Jiung shakes his head, his platinum hair hanging in front of his eyes. He's unable to move his hair due to his hands being glued to your hips.

One final hit to your g-spot and your body lunges forward. Your body shakes lightly as you cum all over him. He quickly pulls out and sprays his load on your stomach. His arms shake as he tries to hold his body up. You tuck back his hair to see his eyes glistening. You chuckle lightly as your chest heaves.

"I have never," he starts before taking a minute to breathe. "I've never felt so good," he chuckles before placing one of his hands to his chest.

"I can make you feel even better," you say as you sit up. He looks confused before you push him to lay on the couch.

"W-What are you-Ah!" He moans as you put your lips around his tip. You can see the shiver run down his body. "Wait, wait, wait, fuck!" He tries to squirm out of your hold but he ends up moaning and throwing his head back. Your hand is around the base of his cock while the rest is in your mouth. His fresh semen tingled on your tongue. Jiung grabs your hair as you roll your tongue around his sensitive tip. He swallowed hard and whimpered quietly.

You twisted your hand up and down from his base to your lips, bobbing your head as well. Due to all the blowjobs your ex wanted you were basically an expert with no gag reflex. "Y/N-ah, please god," he rambled nonsense as you started going faster. The orgasm he just had hasn't fully settled yet which made him extra sensitive and prone to cumming early. Your goal was to make him cum back to back and by the looks of it, it was going good. He tugged your hair one last time before cumming in your mouth.

You slipped your lips off of his tip and watched as he came on his stomach. Just like he did to you. You smirked and swallowed the semen in your mouth. He threw his head back and relaxed. You licked up his stomach and sent shivers down his spine.

"You little-!" Jiung tried to sound angry at you for not giving him any warning for giving the best blow and hand job but in reality, he was seeing stars. You smiled up at him with some of his cum dripping down your lips. His heart skipped a beat and he sighed. "Don't look at me like that, I'm still gonna get back at you," he said as you laid down on the couch, stretching. "Don't act so coy with me!" He grumbled before picking you up swiftly. He rolled you over on your stomach and you decided to comply with whatever he was doing. He lifted your hips into the air as you grabbed onto the armrest for support.

He spread your folds and licked up your pussy. You jumped and covered your mouth, the sudden motion catching you off guard. You then hear the leather couch squeak as he goes on his knees. He then smoothly pushes his dick inside you. You moan loudly and grab onto the armrest. This new position made every inch of your desperate cunt more sensitive. He started to thrust into you relentlessly. You moaned out mercilessly, it was like you couldn't stop yourself. Every time he thrusted back into you your voice cracked.

"You like that you little slut?" He grunted as he continued pounding into you. You nodded your head with a whimper. "Hm? I couldn't hear you, use your words baby," he smirked. 5 seconds ago he was whimpering beneath you but bow he was in charge of you.

"Y-Yes!" You shouted into the empty living room.

"Anytime you think about running back to that dick head remember this hey?" He snickered before pulling your hair back. You whimpered with a little nod. "How deep inside you I am, how I just abuse your little pussy," he groaned before letting go of your hair, drawing his attention to your hips. Grabbing them to move you up and down his length even faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm c-close," you stammer out as you claw at the couch.

"Your not gonna cum until I tell you," he cooes in his velvet voice that makes your legs shake. At this point he's pounding your G-spot so hard it's moving the couch. You don't know how much longer you can handle this denial and degradation. Tears poke at your eyes, your hair a mess in your face but you're too distracted by his cock buried inside you to care.

"Can I cum!? Please!" You whine breathlessly. Jiung stays silent before finally replying.

"Cum now," he says raspily. He continues to thrust rhythmically as you cum which causes you to squirt all over the couch. You moan loudly before biting your lip. This rush tips Jiung over the edge as well, his cum fills you up as your body shakes. He pulls out of you carefully and you lose all strength in your body. You lay down on the couch and Jiung lays on top of you, hugging you. "Did you just?" He asks in a soft voice. You nod your head.

"Sorry about the mess," you flutter your eyes shut and rest your head down.

"No, no, don't worry about it," he says as he pats your head. He kisses your head and plays with your hair. Jiung looks at the strawberries on the table. He reaches for the package and opens it up. He picks out a strawberry. "Open~" he hums as he holds in above your mouth.

[soothinglee]

P1HARMONY CONVOS AS PINTEREST TEXTS⏤✰

p1harmony x reader | 6 images✔︎

authors note ⎯ this will be a filler until i post this fic im planning on writing! i haven’t made anything in a while and my account is in a drought(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

warnings ⎯ cursing but thats about it

genre ⎯ crack

⎯ navigation✰

KEEHO + THEO ᯓ★

JIUNG + INTAK ᯓ★

SOUL + JONGSEOB ᯓ★

[newestq]

would u ever write what cuddling with the members is like?

⋆.⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ p1h cuddle headcannon

ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ lowercase intended, send in your requests

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『yoon keeho』

keeho always finds a way to be touching you—be it with his knee touching yours while sitting, his fingers lightly caressing your hand, etc. it doesn't come as a surprise when you find out he is a cuddler. even when the two of you aren't actually cuddling, he's still got his foot touching your leg, or his hand grasping yours. the time he craves your cuddles the most is when he's back from tour. he's so touch-deprived and cuddling with shota and intak isn't the same as you :(

『choi taeyang : theo』

a little shy about it. he doesn't want to admit that he likes being cuddled. it takes some time before taeyang's open about the idea, and even then it's a little awkward at first. one day you suggest cuddling him, and his knees go weak. poor baby was too embarrassed to ever ask you. tries to be sly about it, but he fails cause you see the redness of his face when you prompted him with the question. not to your surprise, it ends up being less awkward, and both of you love it. taeyang always locks the door before you cuddle, as he doesn't want the members to see, leaving jongseob and soul to sleep on the couches.

『choi jiung』

a literal koala. both in public and behind closed doors, he is all over you. he isn't too affectionate with his members, so it gave intak whiplash seeing jiung be so touchy with you. why isn't he like that with him?! jiung physically cannot sleep without having his head tucked into your neck—so tour is hard for him. he's quite literally addicted to you.

『hwang intak』

loves cuddling, but my god is he a sweat box. y'all fall asleep fully-clothed and cuddled beneath the blankets, and wake up with the blankets on the floor, intak without a shirt, you without pants, and the only thing in contact is your head on his arm. as hot as he is normally, when he's sick he craves more attention which means more cuddles which means more sweat! you just gotta deal with it at this point.

『haku shota : soul』

shota doesn't initiate it, but he doesn't mind if you ask. the most he'll ever do is rest his head on your shoulder when sitting next to you, or hold your hand when laying down. he isn't scared to do it, he just wants you to make the move so he knows you're comfortable with it. eventually, he'll rest his head on your shoulder when going to sleep, and when you turn and wrap your arms around him, he understands just how okay you are with it.

『kim jongseob』

the two of you have never slept in the same bed, but have had multiple naps together on the couch. taeyang and keeho (& sometimes intak) refuse to let you both be in a room by yourselves, much less share a bed. most times, jongseob is laying between your legs, with his chest on yours. by doing this so often, you've created a habit of playing with his hair, and he's not complaining. jongseob gets a little shy when the older members notice you two cuddling, but he gets at keeho and intak for not having partners to begin with.

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[sminiac]

P1Harmony

Y. Keeho ✉️ ✩°｡ (1)

Choi Taeyang…

Choi Jiung…

H. Intak ✉️ ✩°｡ (3)

Haku Shota…

K. Jongseob ✉️ ✩°｡ (2)

⬐ ⋆𐙚₊— OT6

Bf!Piwon

Cuddling HC’s

Piwon being jealous

When they have a crush on you

Showering w Piwon (ex Jongseob)

Their reaction to being bitten

Reaction to you wearing something short

Morning cuddles w Piwon!

Their reaction to you being jealous

Piwon after an argument

Piwon as classmates who have crushes on you

⬐ ⋆𐙚₊— Hyung-Line + Intak (MDNI)

NSFW HC’s

Reacting to you being a virgin

Fav sex position HC’s

Eating you out HC’s

How vocal they are in bed

[lixiesfreckless]

p1harmony and their kinky-haired girlfriends

a bit niche, but the reader(y/n) is typically portrayed with eurocentric hair(which isn't bad!), so when this idea popped into my head yesterday I just HAD to indulge it as a kinky haired girl myself <3

Keeho

metaphorically falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"oooooh girlllllll-" [immediately starts screaming with you]

will take a million photos of you because he's lowkey obsessed with everything that you do with your hair

don't know what style to do next? don't worry, he has a photo album in his phone that's kept track of every hairdo you've ever had, in case you want to try something new or return to a previous look

he WILL lay your edges better than you. and he absolutely slays the swirls that he likes to put in them

matching silk bonnets!!!

if you own any wigs, HIDE THEM if you're watching reality tv. Keeho will otherwise run to grab one while you watch the kardashians just to up the sass level

in all seriousness you guys love acting a fool in your wigs. bob-offs are a monthy endeavor

Theo

wash day connoisseur

he's taking off work. he doesn't care

knows it's a whole process and wants to help in any way he can because he's not very good at braiding or styling kinky hair

makes it into a spa day so you don't stress

has the leave in conditioner-water-gel combo DOWN and takes his time sectioning your hair so the curls define just right

loves talking to you like you're in a salon and he's just the hairdresser trying to get to know you(it's his sneaky way of checking in on you)

will complain/be sad when you say you're getting a new style in because he gets so attached to the current one but he immediately forgets the old one the minute you come home with something new

Jiung

LOVES braiding your hair. you'll actually quit going to braiders yourself in favor of staying home and binging your favorite show while jiung finishes your ends for you

in fact, if you teach him to cornrow, he will be OBSESSED with braiding cool shapes on your head in case you ever want a badass protective style

he finds it very therapeutic and loves being close to you for prolonged periods of time, bonus points if you fall asleep. he will simply die if you do that

has a playlist just for times like these </333

late night trips to the beauty supply store! because he didn't get enough rubber bands and wants to finish your hair TODAY

Intak

LITERALLY falls to his knees whenever you come home from the salon

"okay okay, this is my favorite look on you" he has said this every time

enamored and cannot stop staring at you

pictures of you allllll over his social media, he's basically a fanpage

wants you to braid his hair so bad, and when you do you both know he looks so goofy but it's adorable

"do you need anything from the beauty supply store? I'm on my way home from work right now"

oiling your scalp is his job(he won't let you do it because he knows how relaxing it is when you don't do it yourself)

he is so focused. and it is SO cute.

Soul

matching hair!!!

no I'm so serious he keeps his hair longish so you guys can always match. he will dye it, he'll let you braid it, put cute rings and charms in it etc. you guys will show up to EVERY event matching if he can help it

speaking of charms and rings, he will buy the coolest ones he can find just for you to try because he thinks you look ethereal with them and can't get enough of it

begs you to let him accessorize your hair(like you're an art piece! because you are, to him at least)

crazy head massages whenever you don't have your hair done

will always say that he doesn't have a favorite style, but whenever you get braids with beads at the end he acts a little stupid

Jongseob

this boy LOVES a good fro

doesn't matter if it's big or small he just can't wrap his head around the fact that your hair literally DEFIES GRAVITY

thinks your hair is the coolest thing in the world(he's jealous)

wants you to explain to him in detail anything that he doesn't understand. he hates having a language barrier whenever you two talk about hair and he wants it GONE

so when you notice him using lingo that you taught him, you get all flustered and he thinks it's SO cute

whenever you need to take down a protective style, he is THERE and ready to set a new record

he's literally a speedrunner and thinks it's a fun little game because it is. there's a folder in your notes app with his best times

[jina1028]

Perfect

Jiung x fem!reader

Categories: chubby reader, smut, kissing, making out, oral (fem rec), fingering, hair pulling, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do it irl), creampie, cuddling, tell me if I missed anything

~♡~

Today your self esteem was the lowest it had been in months. The guy you met from an app ghosted you after the first date and posted a few new pics on his instagram with another girl just a week later.

It's not like you really hated your looks, most of the time you thought you looked pretty... But then a random, rude comment on the socials under some girl's pic or, like in this case, the boy you liked started dating a pretty, skinny girl after ignoring you for a whole week, things like these made you think that maybe girls like you weren't what men usually wanted.

You had been sulking the whole evening and finally Jiung paused the series you were watching on netflix (the main character a beautiful, skinny girl, how strange).

"Okay, this is the third time you ignore my comments on the show, I can tell something's on your mind and you're not paying attention at all. What is it, Y/N?"

You looked in his direction, taken aback by the sudden interruption of your train of thoughts, and felt like a scolded child under an angry parent's gaze. But Jiung's gaze was somehow softer, like he was genuinely concerned.

You sighed, shifting beside your best friend on the couch "Nothing, I guess I'm just bitter about that dude who ghosted me. He has another girl now. She's pretty. And skinny."

Jiung looked at you like he was pained, his eyebrows knitted and a pout on his lips. He looked like he was about to say something but you cut him off before he could even speak "Yeah, I know what you wanna say, you already told me... I don't think I'm ugly, really, but seems like everyone else does think that. Just because I'm chubby."

Jiung listened to your small rant in silence, and looked at you like he was struggling to find the words to say. It was so unusual for him to not scold you and start a sermon about self love or finding happiness within yourself and such philosophical things (which you loved him for to be honest) that you started to worry if he was just tired of your complaining.

"He's an idiot" he finally said "and by the way it's important that you don't actually think you're ugly, because you're not. You're beautiful."

You didn't know why but that last comment made you feel warm, maybe you were even blushing?

"A lot of men, if that's even important to you, like chubby girls" he continued, filling in your silence "I know I do."

You looked at him, not knowing what to say. The atmosphere was different than usual, like something switched.

Jiung was looking back at you with unusually dark eyes, shifting closer to you, a hand coming up to place a strand of hair behind your ear.

You felt like he was pulling to him like a magnet, his hand now resting and stroking lovingly on your cheek, inching closer to your lips the more you leaned in his touch.

His thumb grazed your bottom lip, pulling it slightly. A slight blush graced his cheeks when he found himself staring and struggling to hold back, all this time having this huge crush on you but being too scared to act on it. But now he was tired to hide it, when he loved you more than a simple friend, when you looked perfect in his eyes.

"Can I?" you barely caught it, Jiung asking for permission in a whisper.

"Yes" your own voice barely audible, and that's all Jiung needed.

He pressed your lips together, moving them slowly, like all the time in the world was yours, caressing your lips with his tongue and sliding it in to play with yours, occasionally pulling back to slightly suck at your lips and attack you again with his tongue. His kiss felt passionate and dominant, his hand caressing your nape, adding to the hot feeling that was building up inside of you.

You couldn't help but moan into the kiss, Jiung feeling proud of the sound he gained from you just by kissing. He moved his other hand down your back, resting it right above your butt and squeezed, wanting to feel your plush skin between his fingers and hear more of your pretty sounds.

When he heard you release another little moan he reluctantly broke the kiss and gently pushed you on your back, straddling one of your legs and slotting his right knee between your soft thighs, sultry eyes and a smile adorning his pretty face.

Jiung resumed your passionate kiss, using his left arm as support and letting his other hand wander on your body, caressing your neck and moving lower to your breast, groping and slightly squeezing, then lower to your hips and left thigh, roughly grabbing the soft flesh through your sweats and kneading with his greedy hand. His knee occasionally pressed up against you core, causing the nice friction to make you hiss and mewl.

"You don't know how much I've wanted this, how long..." his deep voice laced with arousal directly in your ear, his lips now grazing your ear, down your jaw and neck, kissing, sucking and softly biting, bringing shivers and goosebumps to your skin, a whimper leaving your lips when his own found and sucked a sensitive spot on your neck. He kept abusing that spot, earning moan after moan, until he was satisfied with his art, all the while his hand moved to the inside of your left thigh, reaching your core and massaging your clothed lips and clit. He could tell how wet you were by the smooth friction the slick in your panties created and couldn't help but groan, impatient to see and feel your warmth and wetness directly on his skin, his fingers, his mouth, his cock.

Jiung kneeled back up above you to remove his shirt. You admired his face, torso and tattoos, your gaze finally laying on the obvious tent in his pants.

He followed your eyes and smirked "Like what you see?", pointing out his words with a gentle squeeze on his shaft through his pants. You nodded, humming approvingly, leaning back up on your elbows and reaching out your hands, resting them on the waistband.

You looked up at Jiung, a smile on his face encouraging you as you pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his member. You felt your face heat up at the sight, it was gorgeous, big and veiny, a pearl of precum shining on the pink tip.

"Now don't make me feel shy and strip down" Jiung pouted, making you chuckle a little.

Soon enough he was pulling you up and helping you remove your shirt and sweats, admiring your curves while you stood in front of him, eyes sparkling "You're beautiful..."

Jiung sat back down on the couch and brought his hands on your hips, slowly pulling on your panties, looking up at you with expectant eyes "Is this ok?"

"Yeah, I want it as much as you do, Jiung."

He smiled and shook his head "You really have no idea the effect you have on me... Every time you hug me, every time you bend over to do something, every time you dress up in revealing clothes..." he kept talking while slowly pulling down your panties "Call me a pervert, I don't care, but every fucking time I popped a boner to the most random things and had to hide it or go and take care of it... That's what you do to me."

You stepped out of your panties "Maybe you're really a pervert... But I love this new side of you, show me more."

And so he took the challenge, grabbing your left leg and lifting it to rest your foot on the couch. He placed wet kisses from the inner side of your knee up your thigh and to your core, finding your clit and swirling his tongue on it making you moan and grab his soft hair. He tilted his face enough to make eye contact with you while his right hand slid between your wet folds to tease your entrance.

You bit your lips as he finally slipped a finger inside, the extra stimulation heightening your pleasure.

Jiung alternated harsh sucks and soft licks, adding a second finger to curl and thrust, hitting the right spot over and over, reducing you to a whining mess "I'm gonna-" you moaned as your orgasm washed over you, pulling at his hair while rocking your hips against his face to ride it out. A moan reverberated on your clit as he kept gently sucking on it until you forced him away when it became overwhelming.

You admired his state, nose, lips and chin glistening in a mix of his saliva and your arousal, harsh pants leaving his lips. He took his fingers from your pussy to bring them to his mouth and lick them clean, the sight so erotic you could come again right away.

You pushed him against the back of the couch and straddled him, taking his neglected cock in your hand and pumping it a few times, spreading his precum on the length before aligning it with your entrance, sinking down on it easily from how wet you were.

Jiung threw his head back with a groan, eyes closed, as you started gyrating your hips on his, his hands flying to your butt, squeezing and helping you move faster.

He felt like he was living a dream, and if it was he didn't wanna wake up.

"So wet, feels so good... Keep going like that..." Jiung moaned, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, his eyes getting glossy and drool starting to pool at the corner of his lips, pulling up his head from the cushions to focus his gaze on the way your hips rolled on him, trying to see the way your pussy engulfed him when you started bouncing, his hands aiding you in your task, helping you lift up and letting you fall back down.

Your moans and grunts filled the room together with obscenely wet sounds and skin slapping on skin until Jiung, in a flicker of lucidity, warned you he was gonna cum.

"Cum inside, fill me up" you moaned, surprising Jiung, a smile tugging at his lips before he fucked you from below pressing his feet to the floor. The unexpected force and new angle pushed you over the edge again and your walls spasmed hard around Jiung's cock, making him moan and cum inside of you, painting your walls white, both your hips stuttering at the intense pleasure.

You kept going until you milked him dry and he grabbed your hips to still you on top of him, cock too sensitive from the orgasm, wrapping his arms around you to push you against his chest and resting a few moments like that, breaths and hearts gradually slowing down, your hands resting on his shoulders while he softly traced his fingers on your back for what felt like hours and it still wouldn't be enough.

Eventually, Jiung took your face in his hands and kissed you tenderly.

"You're perfect" he whispered, a content smile on both your faces.

"No one is perfect" you replied just to tease him.

"True" he countered, kissing your nose, "but you're quite close."

[restlessmaknae]

love roulette | p1h hyung line

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 Are you ready for the love roulette? Spin it & see it!

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x p1h hyung line

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol, a dude who doesn't understand no

♦️ Word count: overall 9.9k (each boy's own story is around 2.5k)

♦️ A/N: This series is like a 'choose your own ending' kind of series that starts out with a general setting, but you can decide which boy's story you would like to read further as each boy has their own seperate ending.

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul

🎲 READ FURTHER TO START THE GAME

You knew that this was a bad idea.

You knew the moment your friend slash roommate said that it would be a nice little university party. University parties were neither nice, nor little. Not that you had ever been to one. It's just what you had heard of. Someone always overestimated their drinking capabilities, girls were frequently hit on by rude guys who didn't understand no, and wild stories were going around campus even weeks after the little gatherings.

However, Gaeul's boyfriend, Intak, would be performing with his band at this music venue that was somewhere between a club and a bar. She didn't really beg you to come with her, but she also didn't want to go alone because a douchebag had tried to hit on her last time, and almost ganged up on her with his friends. If it hadn't been for Intak showing up right then, things might have gotten out of hand. So after that experience, you willed yourself to accompany her, at least until her boyfriend's band would finish, and you could go back to the dorms. That was the plan, at least. However, just like with everything at university parties, this didn't work out quite like you had imagined.

Not that the band was bad or anything. In fact, they were pretty good. At least, according to your standards, they were. You didn't really know a lot about music theory, but they were said to be a punk-rock band, and you had your punk-rock phase once.

"They don't really like to identify themselves as only one genre. Just like their name, Evergreen, they are trying out all genres that are well-loved by the people. Punk-rock, pop rock, British pop and so on," Gaeul had explained to you after you had arrived at the venue, and you had been standing by the stage, waiting for the band to start. She had sounded like their manager or PR person or something. She liked to pride herself in the fact that she had done their logo and helped out with their social media sites, so it was no wonder she was so up-to-date with such stuff.

The problem wasn't with them. What's more, standing so close to the stage meant that you had a good enough view of them. Intak was the bassist and rapper, Jiung was the guitarist and vocalist, Hyunsuk was on the drums and Doyum was on the synthesiser. Your eyes kept going back to Jiung with his fluffy, chestnut-brown hair, cute dimples that popped off whenever he was smiling (and he was smiling a lot!), velvety voice that seriously touched your heart when they played a ballad song, and his shy interactions with the audience. At one point, you felt like he was looking at you, right at you. They were singing a song called Lovestruck which was about a boy confessing to a girl that caught his eyes, but he was afraid to approach her as he had never done anything like this before. Maybe your eyes were playing tricks on you, you told yourself, but matched with the lyrics, it felt oddly... fluttering?

Either way, when the band took a break, and Gaeul went backstage to meet up with Intak, you told her that you would go and get some drinks. There was a bit of a queue for the drinks, and you didn't want anything strong either way (one of the reasons you didn't go to parties was that you didn't necessarily indulge in alcoholic drinks).

No wonder the bartender looked a bit bewildered when you asked if they had plain water.

"Uhmm... I mean, yeah, we do have. But if you're bored of plain water, we have some non-alcoholic drinks, too. Not that I want you to have them, but you know, if you're here, it would be a shame to miss out on my very own Winter Wonderland cocktail," the bartender chattered gleefully, and he leaned closer on the counter as if he was telling you a secret when he continued. "Don't tell anyone, but I just call it the Elsa cocktail in my head," he admitted, donning a boyish grin, and you couldn't help but follow suit, your lips curling into a genuine smile.

"Okay, I guess I have to try that Elsa cocktail."

"Sshh, I've told you it's a secret name," the boy shushed you, but there was mischief in his eyes and childish excitement in his smile, so you knew that he was joking.

"What is in it though?" You asked before you would say your final call. You could only guess that the cocktail had such a name because it was white and maybe blue, too.

"Oh, there's some curaçao for the blue, and it also has elderflower syrup, sparkling water, some mint extract and coconut flakes.”

"Oh, okay, that sounds intriguing,” you noted, quite impressed that someone came up with the combination of these ingredients. While you were waiting for your cocktail to be ready, the chatty bartender introduced himself as Keeho, and shared with you how he had come up with the said cocktail himself. He and his friends had this chill sleepover at some campsite after their first semester where there was this do-it-yourself bar, and that's where he had made his Elsa cocktail for the first time.

"It's a good proof that you can have pretty good things when you least expect it," Keeho concluded after winding up his story and finishing your drink.

"Yeah, I agree," you nodded with a friendly smile, not even expecting to bump into such a fun stranger at this place. Even though Keeho seemed like the jokester type, he took his job seriously, and you saw it in the way he was ever so precise with his measurements. However, he couldn't miss the opportunity to do a little shake dance when he was mixing the ingredients in his cocktail shaker.

When you tried the drink, you were pleasantly surprised. It was a bit sour, a bit sweet, but it had such a nice aftertaste, you actually really enjoyed it. Even the blue stuff didn't throw off the balance.

"It's really good," you smiled at the bartender genuinely. He did a little courtesy, then laughed it off, telling you that he was glad to see you enjoying the drink, especially after your plain water request.

You did actually start feeling yourself at this point, but you knew that the break for the band was about to end and there was already a queue behind you too, so you paid and thanked the bartender for your drink. After manoeuvring between sweaty bodies for quite a while, you managed to get back to Gaeul.

"What's that? It looks super cool," your friend immediately beamed at the sight of your cocktail, and you shared both your drink and your funny encounter with the bartender with the girl. She got so pumped up that she asked you to remind her of ordering one for herself once the concert would be over.

As you looked at your watch, you noticed that you still had a bit of time until the break would be over, so you asked Gaeul to hold your cocktail for you because you needed to head to the restroom. There was a bit of a queue, but you managed to finish just in time for the first song. Or you thought so...

"Hey, honey. Are you lost?" A random guy by the wall asked as you were craning your neck to see above the heads of people around, to see if Gaeul was still around the same area of the dance floor or she moved closer. Given that your best friend was quite small (she would behead you if you said that she was adorably petite), you didn't have too much luck this way.

"No," you shook your head confidently, hoping that the guy would get the message. However, instead of doing so, he grabbed your wrist and made you turn towards him.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm heading towards my friend, so if you excuse me..." You tried your best to stay composed, but the guy's grip didn't loosen around your wrist, and the noise around you with the band starting on their song heightened, so it was more difficult to gain anyone's attention around you.

You tried to yank your arm away from the stranger, but to no avail. You had all kinds of thoughts going through your head, one more frantic than the other. Should you scream for help despite the loud music around? Should you kick him? Should you bite his arm?

However, in the next second, a tall, similarly unfamiliar boy with clearly dyed, slightly longer burgundy hair stood by you, and peeled the other guy's fingers off your wrist. It was in such a swift moment that you didn’t even have time to think or to protest. Not that you would have protested, to be honest.

"Who the hell are you?" The first guy hollered, quite frustrated, but the burgundy-haired one stayed calm.

"I'm the friend she was heading towards, so if you don't want me to file a complaint for harassment, I advise you to leave," he suggested with a semi-warning tone, but before the other could speak up, he continued. "There are CCTVs operating in here, and you can bet that anyone seeing her clearly wanting to break free from your grip would take her side."

Despite the fact that he wasn’t the friend you had been referring to, his tone was so firm that it didn’t leave room for any doubt. You didn’t even know if there were CCTVs around, but given his unwavering confidence, you wouldn’t have dared to go against his words. Neither did the rude guy, it seemed, as he backed off without apologising, but at least, he was out of sight in the next minute. Your shoulders immediately easened, and you let out a long, long sigh that you had been suppressing so far.

You turned towards the stranger with the chin-length, burgundy hair. Under the neon lights of the club, and with the catchy beats of the love song that was blasting through the speakers as the background music, he seemed like a dream. A dream that came suddenly and a dream that would go away all too soon, slipping through your fingers before you could hold onto reality.

“Are you okay?” He exclaimed over the music around, and despite the stern edge to his voice from earlier, his voice was gentle this time. He also had surprisingly soft features when he didn’t throw daggers with his almond-shaped eyes and when his lips weren’t pressed into a thin line.

“Yes. Thank you so much. For both the question and for helping me out,” you justified after clearing your throat, looking up at him expectantly. You didn’t know why you just stood there still, but your body wouldn’t budge, and due to the loud music around, you needed to be close to each other to understand what the other was saying, so you should have felt a bit nervous so close to someone like him.

Yet, you weren’t nervous.

“It was nothing. Guys like him need to learn a lesson,” he huffed, semi-annoyed, and your heart did a little somersault. It was silly, you knew that all too well. He probably said so out of courtesy, but still, the fact that he had been willing to step in and help you out meant a lot to you. “Are you actually with a friend or alone?”

“Oh, I’m here with my best friend for real. She’s probably close to the stage because her boyfriend is playing in the band that’s on, I’ve just gone to the restroom, and I bumped into this guy when I came out,” you answered him, probably unnecessarily long-winded, but the boy didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he bobbed his head rather seriously, looking around for a moment before his eyes settled on you again.

“I’ll help you find your friend. It’s best if we go together after this. The crowd is also pretty tight closer to the stage,” he offered nonchalantly, and if it hadn’t been for him helping out before, you might have thought that he had ulterior motives. Given the circumstances though, you merely nodded, and made your way to Gaeul while squeezing yourself between sweaty bodies and checking over your shoulder every once in a while to see if the boy was still following you.

When you arrived beside Gaeul, she was so into the current song that she barely realised you were there, so you tapped her shoulder to gain her attention.

“Oh hey, you’re back!” She shouted over the music, and gave you a wide, dazzling smile. Happiness indeed looked good on her, you thought, as you smiled back.

When Gaeul’s chocolate-brown eyes darted from you to the boy beside you who just looked back at her, probably noting the fact that she was the friend you had been referring to without saying anything, you felt like the beat pulsating through the room and sending waves under your feet was in stark comparison to the atmosphere that fell upon the three of you.

The thought crossed your mind that the stranger would definitely leave because he was done with what he had offered to do, so he probably had no reason to stay, and it was awkward either way. You meant you showing up with a total stranger, and coming up to Gaeul as if you had known each other. Yeah, it was for the better if he left…

“Oh hi, I’m Gaeul! I’m her friend and dorm roommate,” the bob-haired girl introduced herself, still shouting over the music to get her message across.

“I’m Taeyang,” the burgundy-haired boy replied in an instant, his voice coming out stronger and more hoarse now that he was also raising his voice to be heard. Your friend nodded, then directed a knowing glance in your direction. However, before you could ask what was that for, a roar of applause reverberated through the place as the song came to an end, the band halting to talk a bit about the next song.

If you thought that was it for the unexpected events happening that day, you were in for a surprise. The rest of the night was even more surprising.

🎲 NOW, CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING:

🍀THEO

🍀JIUNG

🍀KEEHO