#jonho fanfics

[darkphoenix07]

Hi love if requests are still opened may I have an established relationship hongjoong oneshot where reader isolates herself frequently because of mental health and spends a lot of unwanted time in bed because she can’t muster up the courage to get up where hj helps her start her day and stuff?

Hongjong helps you as you isolate yourself often

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Paring : Hongjong x Reader

Genre : Comfort, Fluff, Romance, Dance

Song 🎶: Everything I wanted by Billie Eilish and Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

7.00 a.m.

You hear Hongjong entering the house as he parks his car in the garage. You want to get up, run towards him and hug him. You want to break in his arms feeling free as tears leave your eyes. You wish you could get up but it's too hard.

You have been lying on the bed for the whole day like a corpse. He called you a million times for having breakfast but you said you weren't hungry. He left kissing you goodbye, saying he loves you. But you didn't even say love you back. You laid there not moving a single muscle, not taking shower or having food.

Right now you can't feel your body. You don't feel like you are in this universe anymore. The pain, the anxiety, the panic attack have taken over your body suppressing everything.

"Baby, are you home?" His sweet voice echoes in the living room.

You haven't touched him for how long you don't remember. You don't know when was the last time, you kissed him, hugged him properly. Sex is far.

"Baby!" The way he calls you baby. It should pick your body up. You feel guilty for being such a prick. But you can't help. You imagine how he will leave you alone, you'll be able to lay here for the rest of your life until you actually become a corpse.

There looking for you, he enters in your room. Seeing the darkness of your room, the curtains all down, your blanket covering half of your body and you same gaze at the ceiling, he understands you haven't moved from the bed.

"Hey, are you feeling alright?" He asks entering as he touches you forehead.

"Hm," you mumble not wanting to get attacked with more questions.

But he notices how messed up your hair is though you aren't warm or cold. You are still wearing the dress from three days ago which means you haven't showered for three days.

You think of the consequences that will occur if he switches on the lights, pulls the blanket off you and starts screaming at you. What will you do?

You wait for it but the lights aren't being turned on, no screaming is around you like it used to happen in your household. Its more quite than usual that you can hear his heartbeat beside yours.

"Can I get inside?"

You would have said no. You would have pushed him away. But the way he asked you, the way he plead like he is asking foe forgiveness that you had to move slightly making space for him.

He gets inside the blanket though you know you stick as bad as a garbage can. He pulls you on his hand, "I want to have dinner outside with you or we can have a terrible cheat day. Only street foods and chocolate or ice cream. What do you say?"

You don't answer him so he looks at you with all of the love he has for you, "Or we can stay here in the bed while I sing for you. Then we can take a shower together while dancing and order dinner. I can make you some too but I am not as good as Wooyoung when it comes to cooking."

You look at him with sleepy eyes. His touch makes you realize how long you haven't slept. Maybe three days or more. It happened without any reason. You don't know why you are feeling like this life doesn't matter or why you don't want to move. You feel heartbroken, guilty for not having a single reason to tell him why you are feeling this much heavy.

"Baby. You'll become sick. I would let you stay here but you look so pale. I am worried," he says pulling you close to his chest, "You know how much I love you, right?"

You wanted to walk up a while ago. But it was just night. The ending of another day you could have spent productively that you wasted. You feel so disgusted by your own self but the man in front of you gazing at you like you are some diamond.

"I don't know what to do," that's when you speak up because you don't want to disappoint him. He has so much patience and hope for you. You understand now that if you speak up maybe he will understand but it's just too hard.

"Will you let me do something for you?" He asks kissing your forehead gently.

You don't say anything as a positive answer and he gets up, "Stay in your little paradise for some moment. I am coming back."

He says and rushes outside. After some while, you hear his car's sound. You don't understand and you forget that you should care after sometimes. You curl around hugging your blanket drowning in your dark side again.

You don't know how long it passes away before Hongjong comes, "I am going to pick you up. Okay?"

He warns you so you can say no if you want to. But you don't say anything or do anything as he cradles you up in his arms and walks outside the room. You notice the lights are all off, there is just the chandelier lighting in the living room.

As he enters in the bathroom of the room you two share, you see there are scented candles on the sink area. He doesn't stop here, he places you inside the tub filled with purple flower petals, you don't understand what flower are these. But the sudden warm water washes thrill over your whole body. You start feeling a little better from the warm water.

He helps you take off the clothes and runs outside again. You start hearing him playing Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift in the background before he enters in the bathroom again with a fruit salad bowl.

He sits outside the tub feeding you the salad, "I thought you may faint so I had to give you some food and suger."

You smile as you keep having the fruits one by one. Some little effort is all you wanted to give to feel better again but it was too hard.

"Join me," you tell him making his eyes go big.

He places the bowl on the sink and makes you stand up, "I have a better idea," and pushes the shower button. Cold water starts washing over both of you and you start giggling seeing him shiver.

It's so adorable yet fascinating how he is looking and acting right now. He holds your one hand and wraps your waist with another, "Let's dance in the rain."

"It's literally summer," you tell him as he spins you while the water of the tub splashes around dripping on the floor.

"Who cares?" He says pulling you towards him and again moving you with him. The dance, the movements, they are so messy yet perfect for your body to feel alive. It's like every cell of your body is waking up one by one.

"Kiss me," he says cupping your face in his hands and your lips find his in no time.

You wish you would have talked about your feelings to him earlier, you wish you wouldn't waste your time, you wish you would kiss him back and say love you back. But it's alright, you tell yourself. It's alright because I can do it now.

"Hongjong," you say as you wrap yourself in the towel and he looks at you.

"I love you," you tell him and his smile gets bigger than ever.

"I love you," he says and pecks you on the lips.

No, you haven't stopped feeling the heaviness yet but you have stopped blaming yourself making it look like a crime for feeling depressed without any reason. Every feeling is precious after all.

For the people who thinks your feelings aren't valid. They are.

[softsan]

[11:02] - Composer!Jongho stretched his arms above his head, a yawn escaping from his mouth. He expected to spend another long night in the studio, tweaking and slightly modifying the track he’d been working on.

You sat behind him on one of the studio’s couches, scribbling any words that popped into your mind. Unlike Composer!Jongho, you weren’t a songsmith. Writing lyrics didn’t come to you naturally. You were particularly struck with the pre-chorus, unsure how to smoothly transition into the chorus while also taking into consideration how the background production changed in major. 

Composer!Jongho swung in his chair, catching you biting on your bottom lip. You were stumped, your forehead creased as you tried to come up with a good rhyme. 

“I think we should take a break,” Composer!Jongho announced, reaching for his phone, “How about we order some take out?” 

Your eyes lit up at the sound of food. Composer!Jongho smiled to himself, finding you awfully cute. 

He passed you his phone, telling you to order whatever you’d like. Composer!Jongho, in turn, reached for your notepad, inspecting what you’d come up with so far. 

Composer!Jongho smile only grew in size, “Who are these lyrics about?” He inquired. 

Your neck heated up, “No one,” You mumbled.” 

“Liar,”

“Here,” You thrust his phone back, “Your turn to order,” You pouted. 

[marslovesdaisies]

I haven't even gotten to the actual gore and there is already a community label on the chapter, I think I really may have to create a masterpost for the story. As for the story, I haven't even finished half of it and my mind is writing spin offs lol 😂

[onedumbho3]

Ur Dumb Hoes’ ATEEZ RECS PT.2

Guide: Not Titled (N/T)

Other Recs

Headcanons/Reactions

Ateez Reactions: You want to keep your hoodie/t-shirt on (hyung line) by @freyaphoria

showering with ateez by @seonghwaddict

N/T by @beenbaanbuun

Ateez 'n free use (+ somno) by @seventhcallisto

ateez! while getting head by @jjunberry

OT8 x Reader/Poly

Dungeon Crawler & Double Stuffed by @kitten4sannie

N/T by ​​@holybibly

N/T by @multi-kpop-fanfics

How We Live in Tokyo by @yeoslattes

opposites attract by @beenbaanbuun

Part 2 of Pretty Flushed by @holybibly

Seonghwa

Timeone by @hwaightme

Fire and Water by @wooyoungiewritings

Golden Hour by @cheollipop

Its ok to be a perverted girl by @myloveforyunho

Siren!Seonghwa by @yourfatherlucifer

“Yes baby…that’s it.” by @hwathinker

N/T by @kittyyeo

N/T by @thetypingpup

Hongjoong

mean dom!hongjoong & PRETTY PINK by @nateezfics

N/T  & Taking Care of You & Behind Closed Doors by @everyonewooeverywhere

Shark Bait by @yourfatherlucifer

N/T & N/T by @holybibly

Training Wheels by @luvt0kki

A Sky Full of Stars by @frenchkisstheabyss

Yunho

Restricted Airways by deactivated account @/hwasdollie (if they have another account let me know so I can tag them)

Cowgirl with Yunho by @k-hotchoisan

Its Okay to Cry by @everyonewooeverywhere

like a dream by @cheollipop

N/T by jonghoslvt-deactivated

bf!yunho × reader by @kittyyeo

Watch by @puddingyun

Yeosang

[Yeosang×fem!reader | MDNI] by @kittyyeo

“Flex” by by @xuchiya

Sensitive by @puddingyun

Whispers in the Dark; Sweet Dreams of You by @idyllic-ghost

Siren! Yeosang by jonghoslvt-deactivated

first time. K.yeosang by @ilwonuu

San

N/T & Sweeter Than Sweet  by @holybibly

good knight by @bro-atz

Always Avalible by @everyonewooeverywhere

N/T by @cherryycheoll

Mingi

Size by @cyberteez

Grease and Oil by @bvidzsoo

overstim w mingi by hwasdollie-deactivated

N/T by @myloveforyunho

Wooyoung

A Heart to Warm by @i-luvsang

To the Side by @k-hotchoisan

Ebb by @puddingyun

drabble 💬by @xuchiya

Ateez soft hours: jung wooyoung by @whimsicalwritingsandmore

Pantie Theif by @ja3hwa

[5:45 PM] by @edenesth

Jongho

Cock warming with jonho by @beenbaanbuun

The Pool by @beenbaanbuun

[pffbts]

a fool`s act.

GENRE. fluff; angst; school au!

CHARACTERS. ateez`s choi jongho x female reader | no supporting character.

W.C. 3K

AUTHOR`S NOTE.

this is a special request by my younger sister @reee-01 jongho is like her one true love and also it`s his 19th birthday so this is just a special gift for him and her at the same time. also @pookastudies (special tag) anyway, happy reading, bubs! 

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[01:15 PM] [the words that don`t get uttered but still floats in the air]

―it was no mistake.

if only you would`ve turned your head to your left side, you could`ve seen him. but your history teacher was in-between his revision session with your class and you had no other option but to stay hid in your classroom with your words stuck at the back of your ribs in the form of feelings that never came to the surface.

choi jongho―transferred himself to this school two years ago and it didn`t even take a month before he was already a strong player in the school`s basketball team. for your case, it took him only a week.

though you didn`t want to completely conclude that it was accurately a week but it might be roughly counted as love at first sight. you, apparently, took your time to adjust to the way he was in filtering your mind and it was soon evident during the first weekend after meeting him that you`ve actually started missing him and it was sure a sign of love because you didn`t really feel any sort of intention of being not just his friend. you wanted to be something more than that.

but two years have already passed and both of you have been separated by your respective stream choices. while you`ve taken arts, he has gone into the science stream but it shocks you how he still finds his way inside the basketball court with the same kind of open laughter he did when he first came.

you glance towards the clock that hangs over the blackboard. ah, it`s almost time for the end of today`s school, you sigh. no matter how much you dread this, you still had to accept the fact that you miss him more these days. even though you probably see him walking by your classroom every day towards the basketball court, even though you see him taking the train just before yours at the station while going back home, even though you see him every day at the assembly hall every morning―it has always come back to this, that as the end of your high school comes, you`re probably going to be eaten up by the guilt of not letting out your feelings.

you wished you could go back to the time before his transfer and change your classroom so that you could`ve never met him in the first place. your glances towards him would`ve been much lesser than what it used to be and you would probably not stay up late during your school nights, waiting for the sun to break into the sky so that you can finally dress up to have a taste of his presence in the air of the room you both will sit. the distance never mattered to you as long as you were breathing the same air as him.

craning your neck to remove the aching pain behind your head, you watch the teacher scolding one of your classmate for not giving the proper answer. as you almost start feeling bad for him, you heard the bell ring. the previously shunned classroom became a carefree chaos as you joined in it silently to pack up your textbooks and stationeries.

as you got up from your seat, one of your friends comes at you with a hug and you almost hold yourself against the seat from falling, “i will miss you a lot, _______! can`t believe next time we meet it will be on exam day.”

you feel a sudden jolt inside you as the abrupt clenching inside your chest made it feel more painful. your eyes now as wide as the biggest circle you`ve drawn, your mind settles with the fact that today is, in fact, the day of your last regular high school life. it wasn`t like you were returning her hug rather it was like you were holding onto her from the immense pain that pushes itself now through your chest to your stomach. this bad feeling―you never wanted it to come.

you laugh back at her and your friend makes a pouty face expressing her sadness. “we can meet whenever we want, you know.” you said, though you know it was half-true.

“sure! now let`s go!” she pulls you by your hand and you both eventually got out from your classroom. just like any other day, you turn your head back towards jongho`s classroom only to sigh in despair that he`s probably not in it right now.

the wind struck you repetitively as you stood on the platform waiting for your train which arrives after half an hour. during the other days, you would sit but today your body wasn`t tired enough rather it was your head. you had a hard time looking up at your eye level. the only thing that you watched were the active feet of the platform occupants like you.

suddenly, you heard a voice but it was very unclear. maybe it was the ringing inside your head that was making it more difficult to clearly hear the words. you tried hearing the words clearly. it was trying to say something and you were fighting your earnest to make out the syllables. soon you feel a strong hand slightly shaking your left shoulder. your eyes jerk open at the sudden pressure and you turn your head fast only to meet with the last person you would`ve probably thought about.

jongho`s eyes carried a concerned look and his mouth had formed an irregular shape which only meant that he wanted to say something and not say something at the same time. he was, at least, looked confused. but your fuzzy brain had a hard time realizing what was happening and why is he here holding your shoulder like this.

“_____, are you alright?”

as your name got uttered by him, everything in front of you became clear as the open sea and the air of an early morning. your head started feeling lighter and you gave him a small smile which doesn`t reach your cheeks.

“do you have water with you? you should drink water,” he looks around you and notices that you don`t have enough water with you. he could see it because your bottle was transparent.

huffing back, he pulls out his own bottle to give you a sip. he even goes on to open the cap for you but you remain staring at him the same way. when he motioned his bottle towards you while raising his brows at the same time, you spoke for the first time.

“why are you making me drink water?”

“huh?” his voice sounded like he couldn`t believe what you were saying, “you almost fainted before i caught you by your shoulder. are you being serious right now?” finally without hesitating any longer, he takes your hand in his and makes you grasp the water bottle and forces you to drink at least a mouthful of it. “if you don`t drink this, i`ll just have to call the hospital. you`re making me worried for you, ______.”

you`re making me worried for you.

the words hit you as if you were standing in the middle of the road and a car just suddenly switched on its headlight without any warning. your grip around the water bottle tightens and jongho`s attention diverts from your face to your hand. he was still, though this time gently, holding your wrist.

you looked away from him and turn around facing the other side of the platform and drank almost half of the water he had in his bottle. it was at that time you realized that you`ve been deprived of any hydration, that your body was screaming for even a drop of water, that your mind which previously felt distorted and empty was suddenly asking for confrontation and words that would be only be spoken by choi jongho.

jongho looks at you in awe and then a smile climbs onto his mouth when he gets amused by your way of drinking water like you`ve been thirsty all this while. he watches you pull back the bottle and shove it onto his chest. “thanks.” and, that`s all he heard.

“you need to stop hurting yourself like this,” jongho speaks while he pulls off the straps of his bag from his shoulder. he has settled not only himself but yourself too by almost dragging you into the waiting room. when one of the station officers asked why you both have entered into a room only for the reservation carrying passengers, jongho has taken a defence mode only to request just some minutes because of your sudden health issue.

“what do you mean by that?” you ask in return of his sudden accusation.

“i can see you`re hurting yourself.  just because some people doesn`t respond to your glances, your words, your feelings that doesn`t mean they are ignorant of your feelings,” jongho leans back, resting the back of his head against the light blue painted brick wall, “maybe they know more than what you really think.”

“that doesn`t make any sense,” you turn your head to your side this time staring directly at his side profile, “you know that, right?”

instead of replying, jongho turns his head at your direction and just return your glance. your eyes followed his own and you noticed how it travelled slowly from your eyes to your mouth and as it reached back to your eyes, they carried a soft look. his eyelids shivered with an unknown feeling and you had no idea why he was acting this way.

it was evident all these years that your love for him was just one-sided and today as the last school bell rang, you knew it will end like that till you breathe your last. maybe it won`t hurt as much as you think but maybe these memories won`t fade that slowly. but it`s okay, as you told yourself, that it`s okay to be a little crazy sometimes.

but right then as the almost empty reservation room gets emptier, as the air around you becomes much lighter, you realize that he`s finally looking at you and what was that thing in his eyes―you must have seen it, read it so many times in those books. it was like he has waited for such a long time for this moment to come, for this exact minute to come and just return your gaze. it was like, the weight from his shoulders have been lifted, his mind is clearer and he`s finally with you, all alone and no one to take a question out of you.

“jongho.”

it wasn`t a question and neither it was a statement. it was like breathing and you felt something new inside you, at the tip of your tongue. but all he does is smile and this time his smile made his little baby teeth, his gums to show with prominence.

“________, stop being such a worrisome kid,” he closes his eyes for a split second and continues, “you should know, you must know it`s all for you.”

“i`ve no idea what you`re talking about.” you stated, moving your face away from his direction and faced forward.

“thank you for the notes.”

“notes?”

jongho hums back, “i never thanked you because we changed our streams after that.”

your eyes widen as the memory cascades down in you that you did, in fact, shared your final notes to him and it was only because he was not able to catch up with the school works due to his late transfer to the class.

“it`s okay. it`s been ages already.”

“why? but it`s still due, isn`t it?”

“it`s okay. i said, it`s okay.”

“you`re still hurting yourself.”

“will you stop with that?!” you ask that a little loudly and in doing that you almost throw your own backpack to the other side of the room. jongho, who was observing your every change of expression, moved swiftly to the floor and picked it up and put it back right beside you.

“i`m sorry if i`m being a bother,” he starts, “but i just want you to stop thinking of me like a fleeting time. i`m not going to forget about you and i want you to never forget about me. i don`t know what you like, what you love, what books you read, what you do in your free time but i know whom you love,” he watches your face carrying a horrified expression. he watches how you move your head and slowly look up to him but you still aren’t looking into his eyes so he continues, “and i don`t want to escape from that place where you carry me. i`m happy that i`ve been able to stay in someone`s heart. was i able to give any sort of comfort while i was there?”

yes, you wanted to say, yes, you did. you were always there for me, you were always smiling and i didn`t even know if you were hurting from inside or not but when i was hurt you still smiled without even knowing what i was feeling from inside. you were there since day one and even now as i say this in my mind, i think you can still hear me but i`m stupid, i`m scared of losing people and things and all these feelings. so i hide. please forgive me but that look you`re giving me right now doesn`t make things any easier. please smile.

“you`ve no idea,” you say, finally.

choi jongho only smiles.

it was no mistake.

if you would look back at every word he said, they carried so many different meanings that you had a hard time connecting the dots to the line he created where you both stand at each endpoints.

jongho eventually stayed till your own train arrived. he even voluntarily missed his own one, walked you to your home where your mother ended up thanking him a multiple time and also invited him for an afternoon snack which he very politely declined. after all, it was really getting dark and he had to take the next train on time.

days later after the end of your and his last school exam, he had done the same thing as above but this time he did stay behind for the snacks and when you saw him out of the door, he had given a bow at your direction thanking you.

“it`s alright. you can always come in and hangover.”

when jongho lifts himself up and looks down at you from his height, he smiles the same way he did when you had shouted at him some days back in the reservation room.

“no, i didn`t thank you for that.”

“then, why?”

it was at that moment when he starts walking backwards, his eyelids shivering the same way and he says back, “thank you for carrying me in your heart. bye-bye!” and, off he runs out of your sight.

it took you hours and hours of realization to hit you with the fact that it wasn`t just a thank you―it was a farewell of some kind and you heard something breaking with a crack from somewhere.

fin.

[yeosangschickenleg]

[9:00 am]

Yunho walks in to see you struggling to open a jar of peanut butter and giggles and sit on the couch to see you, you guys had Lil argument yesterday because of yunho not picking up his clothes off the floor & you were cranky periods bitches. Not wanting to talk to him you decided to ignore his presence but him being the golden retriever he is he made sure to close the peanut butter jar super tight at night as he knew it's your fav it's mine so u would have no choice other than to ask him to open it. Seeing yunho watching you with amusement as you struggled to open the jar made your blood boil even more after trying all the methods like the towel, rubberband you sighed in defeat and stomped the way to your boyfriend and without saying handed him the jar ofc he got the clue yet he , "no goodmorning or morning kiss first?" You scoffed at his statement and were about to walk away but yunho grabbed your wrist and pulled you to his lap, "princess it's time you get over with being mad at me then only the jar would open" he says with being all smiley, you finally breaked the silence and gave him a kiss on the cheek and apologized for being moody to which he replied by pressing a kiss on your lips and telling you that he'll clean up from now onwards sure yunho, he finally opening the jar and helped you in making pb & jelly sandwich for breakfast.

[loadingrat]

↺ 𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍

➤ k. hongjoong — "maybe I’ll invite the slackers to my funeral to lower my coffin so they can let me down one last time..."

➤ p. seonghwa — "just because I can’t say p*ssy with a straight face doesn’t mean i’m the virgin mary."

➤ j. yunho — "if someone doesn't throw a pokeball at my forehead and tell me I'm a catch, I'm not dating them."

➤ k. yeosang — "i’m against cancel culture but seagulls.. they’re like karens, they don’t shut up and they interrupt your lunch."

➤ ch. san — "did you just call my cat fat?"

➤ s. mingi — "we almost got arrested for a mustache."

➤ j. wooyoung — "honestly, if I fail at life I’ll either join the nuns, the strip club or the circus. but I’m too chaotic for the nuns and too ugly for the strippers, so the circus it is."

➤ ch. jongho — "you could say 'i love you' but to others it'll sound like 'i wanna pull your eyelashes out with a table.'"

[adastreia-12]

THE MAN IN THE BLACK FEDORA | 1.7k | 1/1| ATEEZ | rated G | time magic au storyline theory 

In which the Man in the Black Fedora is the keeper of ATEEZ, who are in a deep sleep commanded by magic hourglasses that reset them into a different timeline every time they fail to make something of themselves.

Read it on AO3

[kpopcloud]

🔥ATEEZ TREASURE EP.3 : One To All 3rd Mini Album🔥

Where to get yours? at kpopcloud.com

[lovefor-athena]

A Little Bit Of Sunshine p.2

 Word Count: 528

Disclaimer: Y/N accidentally nicks herself with a razor, nothing is described and this is part of the plot so don’t worry I didn’t put it in just to make you uncomfortable. If you feel uncomfortable with that, feel free to skip ahead, I don’t mind!

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I used Grammarly (which is awesome by the way, this isn’t sponsored lmao) so it should be okay, but things could have been missed by the filter (somehow) Enjoy!!

 You lounge in your dorm room, snuggled up in about 10 pounds worth of blankets. The bed vibrates, and you pick up your phone to find a message from Wooyoung.   "That's weird, why would he text me?" You cautiously open then message, squeezing your eyes shut tight before revealing the text to yourself.   You feel a weird sense of disappointment after realizing it was just a confirmation text about your meeting place and time. Not realizing it, you spend quite a while examining Wooyoung's message, something you've grown accustomed to doing. His punctuation cuts his sentences short, just like how he talks, and his grammar is impeccable. The layout is thought-out and precise, making it easy on the eyes and quick to get the point across. No time wasted.   You sink back into your bed. Glimpsing at your clock, you notice it has gotten late, and you grimace and sigh to yourself. You eventually haul yourself out of the comfort and warmth your bed provided and switch off the light.   You fall asleep as soon as your head crashes into the pillow.   You are jostled awake by your roommate, Hwasa, who has been getting increasingly irritated by your alarm clock blaring over the once serene silence. She throws you a short-lived glare over her suntanned shoulder, and you beam right back, knowing there is nothing that you could do that would make her loathe you. Despite trying so desperately not to crack, she explodes anyways and comes bounding back to you.   Leaping on the bed, she tackles you and traps you in the tightest bear hug. "Why are you so adorable!?" she squeals straight in your ear, and all you can do is chuckle to yourself. That is until you realize what time it is.   "Oh shoot, if I don't get ready right now, I'm gonna be late!" You rush out of bed, out of Hwasas grasp, and sprint to the bathroom. Running through the shower, you don't pay attention to what you are doing and accidentally nick yourself on the razor blade. This saga of mini catches continues the whole shower, and eventually, you'll end up with at least ten bandaids covering your legs.   You step out of the tub onto the chilly tile floor, skin prickling against the harsh cold of the bathroom air, despite it being filled with steam a moment ago. Pulling out the first-aid kit, you tend to your legs and search for clothes to cover them. To your horror, there are zero pairs of pants left for you to wear. Hwasa must've stolen them like usual.   "Of course. Of course, this had to happen," you eventually surrendered to the fact that you would have to go out looking absolutely ridiculous. You embraced it at this point. What could you do?   You tug on a vibrant canary-yellow sweater paired with jean shorts that cut off way too quick for your liking. The sleeves fell way over your petite hands, and your tiny fingers struggled to keep a grasp on end. You dry your hair as swiftly as possible and set out on the first proper meeting with Wooyoung that will transform your life.

Finally got this done! I have been putting this off for a ridiculous amount of time but decided to write this part because Wooyoungs birthday is tomorrow (although he rarely shows up in this chapter lol) In later chapter, I hope to be discussing topics of things I've personally dealt with, such as anxiety, and other things I’ve seen my friends, family, and idols deal with. If you are reading this, this is your early trigger warning! I love y’all and wish you all the nest! Wherever you are, I hope you are having an incredible day and/or night :)

[pru-sama]

Sorry QwQ

Im sorry! I have the second chapter of The Stars Between Us finished but i'm not really okey right now... I'm sorry I'm a shit.

I will post it tomorrow.

[darkphoenix07]

Handling you when you're drunk

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Mental health request

Paring : Choi San x Reader

Genre : Dancing in the rain, Fluff, Drunk comfort, Birthday special

Warning : Too much sweet 🎂 Just like Choi San

💜A birthday special one shot 💜

9.35 p.m.

San is waiting for you to come home as it's raining outside and you are in your company dinner. You've called him saying that you'll be late but he can't sleep without you, specially when you are out there in this rainy weather.

As he sits beside the window with a cup of coffee waiting for you, he thinks of you like a madman. He misses the way you smell, the way you smile, the way you feel when you hug him.

Suddenly his phone's ringtone breaks his thoughts and he answers the phone, "Hello, sweetheart."

"Hello, Sana? Are you still up?" Everytime you call him that, his heart squeezes a million times.

"Baby, you sound drunk," he says.

"Because I am really drunk. Can you pick me up?" You tell him wobbling in a corner in front of the restaurant. You know driving is not possible for you right now and you can't find a single cab. Everyone has left you because you said that you want you boyfriend to pick you. No one is ready to handle your drunk self without him.

"Of course, tell me the name of the restaurant," he asks as he takes the keys and starts driving after getting your answer.

As his car comes into view, you run towards it getting drenched in the rain, not caring about how cold it is.

"Hey!" San shouts leaving his car and taking out the umbrella.

But when you hug him, his eyes melts though he gets wet as well.

"Thank you for rescuing your princess," you tell him.

He understands the amount of alcohol you took to say that you are his princess. Normally you scream at him if he calls you his princess.

"Get in the car now or else you'll catch a cold," he tells you as he starts to release the hug but you grab his hand and abandon the umbrella somewhere.

"Y/n?"

You start clapping seeing his bangs falling down because of the heavy rain.

"You are such a kid. Get inside the car," he tells you but you shake your head.

"No, let's walk home," you tell him and he hits his forehead with his hand.

"Don't be silly. Both of our cars are here. We won't be able to go this far," he tells you but you pout sitting on the street.

The mud, water getting mixed together.

"Hey! Get up. Sweetie," he drags you up trying to clean the mess but it's sticky, they get stuck in his hand too.

"Then dance with me in the rain and then you can take me home," you tell him giggling and spinning around.

He watches you as you keep spinning in your red short dress. It's simple but in his eyes, you are looking like a beautiful devil he fell in love with.

"Alright," he says holding your hand to stop you.

"Play a song in the car. Go," you tell him and he nods.

As he starts coming back to you, you hear 'Until I found you by Stephen Sanchez and Em Beihold' playing in his car. You start giggling again as he keeps his hand on your waist and starts moving. You keep following his steps as he spins you around, pulls you towards him, makes you fall into his arms.

He kisses your neck as you both dance in the rain, stick to each other like there is no tomorrow. It's like he always heals parts of you he didn't break. He puts them back together like the pains are their own. He listens to everything you say and takes you to a dream land everytime you are with him.

As you two stop moving, his eyes find yours and he smiles, his dimple showing. His smile is the warmest smile you've ever gotten from someone. His eyes always speak that he loves you like crazy and there is no ending to it.

Then his eyes find your lips, your eyes his. It didn't take for a long time for you two to find each other's lips as your kiss melt one by one turning into something hot subsiding the warmth.

But he releases the kiss first and kisses on your forehead instead, "I won't be able to stop myself if I keep going anymore. Let's get back home."

And he helps you getting inside the car as you fall asleep in a minute. Driving back home, he picks you up and enters in the room you both share.

"I can't possibly keep you here," he says keeping you on the couch.

He changes your clothes one by one and keeps you in your sleeping satin clothes as he starts rubbing your hair with your towel.

"Why are you so cute?" You ask him in a sleepy, soft voice.

"I should be the one asking you that," he says and walks away leaving you on your bed.

As he comes, he helps you to sit up, "Take this lemonade. It's only lemon, no suger. It will help you with the headache."

You drink it and fall on the bed slipping in the blanket.

He pecks your lips before switching the lights off and joining you in bed. But then ends up pulling you into his arms as he falls asleep.

Your sleep breaks just before the midnight and you slowly get up from the bed so you don't wake him up.

Going to your own room, you open your closet as you find your first gift for him. It's a resin pendent for him to wear with a sunflower in it. You made it for him someday ago because he told you that sunflowers reminds him of you everytime he sees them. The sunflower is real that you dried up in your journal you made only for him with your memories and letters which you'll give him with this.

The other gifts are for tomorrow which is spending the whole day in the beach house together, you wil make him a cake too. It will be just you and him spending his special day together.

You take the two gifts on the bed and wake him up, "Sana, wake up. Sana."

"Hm?" He mumbles and looks at you.

"Happy Birthday," you say and it's exactly twelve on the clock.

His smile widens seeing the gift box in your hands.

"Aren't you drunk?" He asks.

"A little but I couldn't forget about my baby's birthday. Could I?" You tell him and he pulls you for a hug getting overwhelmed by your courtesy.

"You know I love you, right?" He asks you and you nod because you don't know how to thank him for reminding you that everyday like no one else did or does.

Choi San was the best gift fomade only for him with your memories and letters which you'll give him with this.

The other gifts are for tomorrow which is spending the whole day in the beach house together, you wil make him a cake too. It will be just you and him spending his special day together.

You take the two gifts on the bed and wake him up, "Sana, wake up. Sana."

"Hm?" He mumbles and looks at you.

"Happy Birthday," you say and it's exactly twelve on the clock.

His smile widens seeing the gift box in your hands.

"Aren't you drunk?" He asks.

"A little but I couldn't forget about my baby's birthday. Could I?" You tell him and he pulls you for a hug getting overwhelmed by your courtesy.

"You know I love you, right?" He asks you and you nod because you don't know how to thank him for reminding you that everyday like no one else did or does.

Choi San was the best gift for you, you didn't know what gift will ever be suitable for a man like him.

💜 Happy Birthday Sana 💜

Oh to have a man like him in our life and being able to give him so much love 💞

[darkphoenix07]

Hi~

Can you do brat tamer!san with 7, 10, 16 & 24

-✨🐢

San brat taming you

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Mental health request

Paring : San x Reader

Word Count : 2.7k

Genre : Smut

Warning : Degradation, Cursing, Spanking, Slapping, Rough, Brat taming, Choking, Deepthroating, Riding, Licking.

11:32 p.m.

You love midnight parties. Specially when you could see your mortal enemy there sticking his tongue out to devour other girls. You loathed him. Maybe not because he always badmouthed about you, because of his tongue going in and out in someone else's pussy not yours.

You've heard from the college girls what type of dick he is but at the same time his tongue has always worked like the best vibrator in the world. You had a thing for the way he treated you. He disgraced you, looked at you with burning eyes. He pushed you everytime he passed by you. Not only you, he had the same feelings going on within him knowing well what he wanted.

Just like other midnight parties, tonight was crowded, full of drunk people and couples one another. Many people approached you but you were too busy digging into your drinks hoping something different will come and save you from this boring night.

And just when you were about to give up, you hear his voice, "Finished already?"

You didn't look at him. But you could smell his sweat, his body heat inches away from him. His minty cologne always makes you light headed but if you look at him right now, he will know it.

"Are you out of girls to sink your throat in?" You ask him rolling your eyes at the hot bartender in front of you. He has been devouring you from the time you've sat here. But you couldn't care less.

"Does it make you tempted?" He asks grazing your arms with his.

You look at him moving away because his heat has collided with yours now, "Question over question. That's all you can do?"

"You have no idea what I can do," he says smirking as he orders vodkas for him.

You hate vodka, it tastes like vomit to you. He knows it because he replaced your whiskey with vodka once making you choke on your drink.

You keep your palm on his chest, "I know what you can do. Those are in airs."

He looks at your hand and starts to push your hands as he comes towards you, "Do they make you think about me often?" His lips brushes your earlobe as he whispers. It leaves shiver running through your whole body reaching your core.

You don't want to give in yet, "Don't be so proud of yourself. Shows your narcissism a bit too much," you tell him with the same tone, he talked to you a while ago.

He chuckles grabbing your hand pulling you close to him, "Does your mouth only work good when you are talking?"

"You'll never find out," you tell him taking your hand away.

The vodkas are placed in front of you two and he takes shots after shots of them time by time. But his irritating gaze not leaving yours as the vodka drops drip his lips down to his throat.

"Ma'am, don't you want to order something?" The bartender asks as you are sitting lazily browsing your phone so you forget about the man next to you.

"No, I am not getting drunk tonight," you tell him.

You leave the bar and walk inside the bathroom to fix your make-up. Only your lipstick has smudged a bit so you put on some more of the glossy brown lipstick. You don't notice when the same minty smell touches your nostrils. But your body stiffens seeing him in the mirror behind you.

"He was ogling you the whole time," that's the first thing he says after your eyes met his.

"I liked that. He wasn't a dick after all," you tell him still putting your lipstick on.

"So you are an attention seeker whore? I give you a lot. Does it make you want to touch yourself?" His sentences make you smile as you keep your lipstick in your purse and face him.

"I don't like who smells like garbage when he has vodka all over them," you tell him crossing your hands.

"Your mouth runs so bad."

"Are you out of words? Is that why you are saying this?" You ask him bending a little looking up at him.

"You dance a little tonight and your dress is going to leave your body. How can you wear something so tight?" He asks you ignoring what you said.

You chuckle clapping in front of his face, "Choi San? Are you jealous?"

"You bet," he rolls his eyes.

"Then don't keep ogling me everytime you see me in something like this. I like it better when it's other men. I hate it when it is specially you," you point your index finger at him making his blood boil.

"Keep talking about any other man and I swear you will taste my dick next," he says moving closer to you.

"I bet the bartender's one tastes better than yours," you tell him as the side of your lips curve.

He grabs your chin and digs his fingers into your cheeks, "I warned you."

"Did you think you can scare me?" You keep pushing him to his limits because every cell of your body want him. You want him to break you while you keep degrading him with your mouth.

"You'll be scared if you don't stop your pretty little mouth," he says pushing you until your hip hits the sink.

"I am scared your cock is not as big as your pride is."

You know where you hit because he smashes his lips on yours like they are made for each other to destroy. His hands digging your cheeks more as he deepens the kiss while his knee makes your legs spread nudging your core. Your warmth makes his knee tremble but he keeps it together as he ravages your mouth forcing his tongue in it. His tongue molds in yours as they want to devour you alive.

He doesn't let you breath as he picks you up and makes you sit on the sink. His hand slipping on your throat pressing it harder. You wheeze under him as he digs his nails in your neck sides releasing the kiss, "Do you understand what may come next if you keep talking like a brat?"

"You are a little too weak for that. I have had better," you push him again and this time he pulls you down making you face the mirror.

"Bend over," he commands you but you only smirks which screams, "make me."

Caution for y'all who can't read these.🔞

You feel your heart thudding inside your chest as he grabs your neck and presses you cheek on the sink by one hand while his other hand pulls your blank skirt down, "You like being a little brat don't you?"

"Find out too quick."

He spanks you without any warning as he says, "Don't talk, just spread your legs."

You listen to him as you spread your legs for him to have a nice view of your black thong drenched by your cum.

"Your pussy says otherwise," he only smirks slapping your butt cheeks again.

"Are you sorry now, brat?" He asks but you only shake your head making him more tempted.

He hits you harder this time making you flinch, "You need more of this until you are sorry for running your mouth."

He pulls your thong and wraps it around his two fingers while it is still on you making it stick in your pussy and asshole more tightly, "San, please."

"What? I haven't even started. I thought you will put up a good fight," he mocks you as he pulls your thong more only to make your thighs tremble.

He bends over you as he hisses, "You haven't seen half of it yet."

As soon as he stands up, he places a spank on you and you flinch. All these together feel too much that tears start coming down from your eyes.

After his continuous spanks. He asks you again, "Tell me you are sorry for running your mouth like a brat and this will end."

"Go fuck yourself," you tell him even though your butt cheeks are red with his finger marks all over.

He puts his hand under your throat and makes your face up as he squeezes your throat, "Such a slutty mouth."

He leaves you and you hear his pants unbuckling sound. Your mouth already waters but you suck it in. You won't like it if it ends it here.

He pulls you by hand and pushes you on your knees grabbing your neck hair, pulling them to see your face, "More tears, brat. I am not satisfied yet."

"Is it because of your little cock?" You say earning a slap from him but you chuckle.

He smirks seeing your face, "You'll know once I make you gag."

His pants is on his ankle while his boxer is still on him. You pull his boxer down and your eyes are flat open seeing his length. You worry about yourself thinking how will you ever deepthroat him.

"Shocked already?" He asks taking his cock in on hand rubbing it with the precum on the tip. He touches your cheek with his wet hand while his another hand is still on your hair, "Open your little mouth and take me in like a brat. Will you?"

You nod as you open your mouth and keep pushing his tip further in it. You stop moving your head backwards.

"Eyes on me, brat," he says and you look at him while sucking his cock, bobbing your head up and down.

"Such a bad girl," you leave his cock and lick his balls, suck on them, come back to take his cock again while the saltines of his cum gives you a feeling of drunken.

You massage his pelvis while taking his cock as much as you can but as you make a gag sound, you feel his cock vibrating filling your throat with his cum.

"Swallow. All of it," he says looking at you with pride in his eyes and you shallow each drop of it while seeing his eyes rolling back in the back of his head.

You don't stop bobbing your head until he picks you up and crashes his lips on your neck this time pulling your skirt up, "I don't wanna fuck you for the first time in the bathroom," he says picking you up on his shoulder placing a single spank before taking you upstairs in his friends' house room.

He throws you on the bed like a cloth and undress himself first before diving into bed on you, "You are still not sorry?"

You shake your head and he drags your skirt down with your shoes, throws them somewhere on the couch, "This night will be a long night for a bad girl like you."

"Have you seen another like me before?" You as him as he places himself on top of you.

He smiles, "Not a single one yet."

He tugs your hands on the bed as he grabs your wrists, "Be a good whore for me and you will be forgiven."

"You wish," you say and he bites the spot on your collarbone making you moan.

You try to stop yourself from moaning so you bite down on your bottom lip. But he leaves your one hand and slaps your breast, "Scream my name if you want to be fucked."

You don't give in which makes him more frustrated. He likes the game you are playing with him but you are aroused like a mad woman, you don't understand where it ends.

He leaves your hand and pulls your dress lace down from your shoulder revealing your upper part to him. He keeps pulling your honey colored top down until it is off you and hovers over you again.

He grabs one of your breasts in his fist and keeps licking your nipple. He does the same with your another breast but you can't keep yourself from moaning things, "You are a piece of shit."

He only smirks when your eyes meet, continues his torture on your body. Your breasts look red by the way he was clenching them, moving them.

"Is that cunt as dirty as that mouth of yours?" He asks staring down.

"Why don't you check that for yourself if you are that much tempted?"

He chuckles pushing himself up before hus fingers land on your clothes pussy a little too hard. You winch in pain as he does that again, "Is it throbbing, brat?"

"Yes. Please."

"Do you want it again?"

"I want your cock," you tell him.

"You don't deserve it," he tells you hitting the same spot giving you electric shock all over your body.

You try to push him down but he doesn't even budge. Your mouth waters as you see him rubbing his cock on your clothed pussy. It feels like an abuse to your body as your body keeps trembling under him.

"Are you sorry for your bratty mouth?" He asks you again but your mind is too occupied imagining how good it will feel when he will be inside of you.

So you answer him, "Yes. I am sorry. I am too much sorry for being like this. Fuck me. Fuck me like I am your ragdoll."

"Yes you are," he says and you feel his cock on your pelvis.

He rips your thong and the way he pulls your thong off you, you feel aching pain in your entrance.

"Do you want it inside, brat?" He asks and you nod so eagerly making him chuckle.

"That's my girl," he says grabbing your legs from your knees pushing them aside, "So wet. Is it for me?"

"Only you, I swear," your words aren't yours anymore because you've lost your mind a while ago, there is no coming back.

"Good girl," your body lumps hearing him before you feel his tip inside your hole slowly making its way.

"Fuck yes," you scream but grab your mouth feeling another wave of scream feeling your body as he settles in properly.

"Don't cover your mouth... I like hearing you," he commands removing your hands and pinning them beside your head once again while he inserts you.

You winch in pain and pleasure all together and his perfect face makes your heart ache, "God yes. Perfect."

He pushes your knees bending them on your body as he pushes himself deeper inside you, "Can you take it, baby? Because I've just begun."

"Yes, more," it's harder to breath but you can't care less.

You both are moving in a rhythmic way. It's too hot in here though the air conditioner is at lowest.

"You've no idea how many times I've dreamt of this," he says keeping his pace up. You start to feel the orgasm of yours building inside your stomach as he doesn't stop.

"Me too," you agree with him as the feeling of orgasming washes over you and he smiles.

As he pulls out and pulls you on his cock, you finally realize he has been wearing a condom. You were too into him that you didn't even notice if he was careful enough.

You sit slowly as you squeeze his shoulders. Your forehead touching together as he grabs onto your hip and keeps moving inside of you helping your body move like your hip is his controller.

"Fuckin the pride out of you is my favorite game," he says staring at you as you keep moving. You cum again but that doesn't make him stop pounding inside of you.

"I could watch you ride me all day."

The way his throat vibrates while saying that makes you kiss him, making his lip bleed. Your breasts keep bouncing as your pace keeps getting faster by each kiss, "Fuck," he groans feeling your breasts touching his chest again and again.

He squeezes your hip tighter moving you faster as he pounds inside of you, "Don't stop," feeling your another orgasm building you cry out. He keeps the plea pounding inside of you like he hasn't forgiven you yet.

As the night goes by with him rocking with you, you make plan for being brat for him again because for the first time in life vodka tasted like heaven through his mouth.

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[darkphoenix07]

Hi :3 Could you don’t Seonghwa comforting your ptsd?

like you grew up in a toxic household of yelling and fighting and you were neglected so now your really sensitive to loud things and people who get angry, and don’t trust people easily ,

thank you, this seriously means so much to me

Seonghwa Comforting your PTSD

Link to my mental health related requests

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Paring : Seonghwa x Reader

Genre : PTSD, Mental health, Comfort

Music : Fine by Taeyeon, Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Warning : Negative self talk

6:40 p.m.

You are working on your college assignment in study room. Your desk full of papers and files, a coffee mug and your favorite cookies. You check the clock and realize Seonghwa is late for your date. He said that he would come and pick you up at 6 but it's 40 minutes past that. He has never done something like that but he didn't even call you saying he will be late.

A vicious anxiety is creeping inside your head. Did he forget about you? Doesn't he care about you anymore? In your house, you never had the love you wanted. They always expected too much from you and you always felt nothing important to them. It broke you in ways nothing did. They were your family but their shouting, screaming still echoes in your head as you close your laptop and finish you coffee.

You start to pace around the corridor and time passes by.

You think about Seonghwa how he has always been there like a friend, like a supportive person. He is everything you have never had. He does everything for you that you didn't have. Even though you feel guilty for having doubts. What makes you feel guiltier is that he never accuses you for doubting his love because he knows you have severe depression and he always does his best to make you feel safe, make you feel like yourself around him.

As the good things he did for you calm you down, you notice the time that it's already 7:30 which makes you a little upset. You can call him but you wanted to see why isn't he calling you instead.

Suddenly the door bell ring and you run towards it. As you open it, you see Seonghwa standing looking a bit drunk. Your heart skips a beat seeing him like that, all sweaty and smiley.

"Baby, good evening. How have you been?" He says as he pulls you for a hug.

A sudden relief washes over you, at the same time you're confused.

"Where have you been?" You ask him as he releases you.

"We had a little after party in Yunho's house after practice. It was fun, you know. I missed you," he pouts.

You understand that he is not that drunk but he is still looking like a baby, a lost one.

"Come inside and get fresh," you tell him.

"Yes, ma'am," he says taking off his shoes.

As he starts going inside your room, you call him, "Seonghwa, aren't you hungry?"

"Nah, I've already had dinner," he says and gets inside the room without asking you if you have had anything for dinner, if you are hungry or not.

He has forgotten about the date. No, he has forgotten about you, just like that. You have started to annoy him, you think.

He has gotten tired of your traumatic behaviors, your wanting too much. He has started to neglect your dates with him. Then what? When will he ask for you to break up?

You feel angry and disgusted at the same time. No matter how much he tried to help you, you were not getting any better and he is avoiding spending time with you now. He is having fun with friends, not you.

"Baby, are you alright? You look a little red right now," Seonghwa says washing his hair, he looks refreshed now.

You look down, "Do you not love me anymore?"

"What?"

"Am I being too much of a burden nowadays? Should I leave your apartment?" The insecurities in your head sounded to painful as you utter them out loud.

"Baby, is it my fault? Have I done something wrong?" He asks coming closer to you.

You look at him with red puffy eyes, your tears fighting to come out, "Did you do something wrong? Can you ever? Wasn't it always me? Wanting too much from you?"

"Come to the point. What have I done to cause you-"

"How do you take me? I can't even take myself. How do you do that? Aren't you tired? So much tired that you wanna let go right now?" You say and he grabs your shoulders.

He looks mad, "You are talking nonsense again. What will make you feel whole again, baby? What? What else will I have to do to make you understand that nothing is wrong with you?"

You move his hands, "Nothing, Seonghwa. I guess, I'm broken in a way no one and nothing can fix me. I'm a trash can and an empty shell. I can give you nothing but trauma and sadness."

"Are you out of your mind? What's wrong with you? Why're you suddenly saying all these?" He asks running his hand through his hair.

"I can see it, Seonghwa. I can sense it that nothing I do will be good for you," You tell him.

He suddenly looks like he is about to break something as he says, "I had a very good day and thought that I would talk to you about taking you to a therapist after coming home as I met one. But here you are acting like like a crazy woman."

"I am one, I am just going to destroy you,"  you say as old days echoes in your ears.

You don't deserve the love, the support, the comfort we give you.

Such an attention seeker

You reek of failure

You are nothing but a destruction in our house

All the things make you feel hurt. Seonghwa is finally done with your drama. You can see it in his eyes. He is frustrated right now.

"Stop making yourself feel like this, you are being too much," he says a little too loudly and you step backwards.

"I'm sorry," you say as tears roll down from your eyes. You deserve this attitude, you don't deserve his kindness, his soft kisses, his warmth.

Seonghwa steps closer to you and tries to hold your hand, "Baby, snap out of it."

"I am so sorry," you say moving far from him but he doesn't give up.

He tries to hold you fast as he shouts, "Baby, please!"

But you flinch hiding behind your hands, "I'm sorry. I won't do that again," you say as you fall on the floor, your hands trembling with your lips, your feet going numb.

"Oh my God, sweetheart. I wasn't going to hit you," you hear his voice softening as he sits in front of you.

"Look at me," he says trying to look at you but you look down.

"I said, I'm sorry. I wo-"

"Baby," he pulls you in his arms by your right hand and hugs you tightly.

You can feel him trembling with you, his hot face in the crook of your neck as he shed tears with you, "I am sorry for shouting like that. I was only trying to calm you down."

He starts patting your back as you keep trembling in his arms. But his warmth washes you with so much love and his continuous apologies calm you down after some minutes.

As he cups your face and pecks you on the lips, he takes you in his arms in bridal style and lays you on the bed. He lays beside you still in his bathrobe and pulls you in his arms, "Even if you don't love me or can't love me enough. I'll love you for the both of us to fill it up. So, don't even think about it."

You look at him with guilt and astonishment. What you've done to deserve a human like him in your life?

"I am so grateful that you are my girlfriend. I don't care how many times you have breakdowns or you snap out. I will always be there to make you feel safe in my arms. You are mine and mine to protect. Do you understand?" He plays with your hair and you nod.

"You forgot about our date and I am sorry, I sho-"

"What? Oh yes... How did I? I even had a reservation. Hell no. Baby... I'm so sorry. Shit," his face looks hilarious as he panics but you keep your hand on his chest.

"It's alright. We can go tomorrow," you tell him but he sits up straight causing you to fall on the other side.

"No way, we are going today and I'm feeding you the entire menu as an apology. Even desert after that," he winks as he starts getting up but you grab his hand, "No, please. It's fine."

"We are going right now."

"I don't have energy to get ready."

"Just stay there," he says leaving your hand and takes out a dress of yours from the cupboard.

You keep staring at him in awe as he kneels on the bed, helps you sit up and start to unbutton the shirt you are wearing but you hit his hand, "Excuse me, sir. What are you doing?"

"Helping you get dressed so you don't feel tired."

"I don't feel like walking."

"I'll carry you and make you sit on the chair."

"GOD, YOU ARE CRAZY," you fall on his shoulder and he smiles against your neck.

"Surely, you make me crazy, sweetheart.

I believe there will be a day when you won't even need comfort from people because you'll be able to comfort yourself. Keep going, you have got this and remember, you are not alone.

Taglist: @yeologicc @notyuji @theaufanartist @hwanchaesong @littleninja97 @fudgeflyssworld @loosmyshit @pinki-minki @sanshinee-world @harusoraa @kitty4hwa

[darkphoenix07]

Lovedd the Song prompt au! Can I ask for one with the song, "friends" by chase Atlantic where reader's friends warned her not to get back to her ex yunho and the reader really tries too but for wanting closure she somehow meets W her ex yunho...and then they end up having sex and get back together cause they're both crazily in love but since many things happened they broke up briefly which hurt them bad ...🫣 It's kinda angsty and smutty both haha

Friends by Chase Atlantic

<Song prompt Au 🎶>

Masterlist

Mental health request

Paring : Yunho x Reader

Genre : Ex to Lovers, Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst

Word Count : 3.7k

Warning : Aggressiveness, Degradation, Cursing, Mocking, Teasing, Rough, Possessiveness, Unprotected sex, Punishment trope.

Author's note : Whoever asked me to write, I would like to thank her because this is one of my favorite songs of Chase Atlantic's. Their songs are literally out of the world and I couldn't wait any longer to write it. It felt too much interesting. Love you anon ❤️‍🩹

12.00 a.m.

"Happy New Year," everyone screams out loud with you and the guy you've been with the whole night drags you into his arms smashing his thin lips on yours. For a moment, you feel good about the kiss but you don't feel anything under your stomach even when he steals you away from everyone and throws on a wall.

"I can't tell you how long I have been waiting for this moment. You look ravishing tonight," he finishes his last word and jumps into your neck kissing you, licking you, marking you.

You should like it because he is being good, rough just like you want it to. He is pinning your hands on the sides and nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck. You inhale and exhale to feel him more inside your head but it just doesn't work.

"Seonghwa, maybe this place is not comfortable enough. We should try in some other place," you end up telling him that but that's a lie.

You know that too because when it was with him, you would have cum in the bathroom on his cock or on his hand. His fingers were enough to make you feel tight and his gaze was enough to make you feel wet. It wasn't the sex you've always known. It was the deep connection you felt in your pelvis maybe everytime he looked at you or called you by your name.

He was intoxicating and addicting. Specially when he treated you like his sex toy. You loved being that knowing how toxic it was. You don't remember falling for the mistake he was. Always lovely and shiny. You remember when he smiled a little hard, his dimple would poke out and shot you in the chest making multiple holes there.

You would never consider going away until your friend said, "He is playing with your heart, Y/n. Look at him, letting other girls glue with him."

"But he has never cheated on me," you tried to protest but deep down you felt bad about how he never once called you his girlfriend or anything special. You loved how he called you his slut, his whore, his rag doll but never his love, his girlfriend or his future. You wondered how long would it take for him to get rid off you. But ended up, you got rid off him instead.

"For God's sake, Y/n! He only cares for his motorcycle and boxing club. He wants nothing from you but sex. Are you okay with that life?" Your other friend said.

On the New Year party, your friends wanted to throw a party together and wanted to break your man ban after you've broken up with Yunho. They set you up with Seonghwa, your senior in college and he is so lovely you have to say, a fucking green flag in every ways.

But he is not the goofy tall bastard you gave your heart to, he doesn't have a forced dimple, he doesn't call you his slut or whore when he fucks you in his car, he doesn't kiss you like you are his, neither he makes your eyes tear up with joy and sadness at the same time like Yunho always did.

Seonghwa even dropped you safe at your house and you landed on the bed like a dead person. You remember breaking up with Yunho last Halloween. You both were dressed up as vampires and the party was in his house. So it was easy for you two to sneak inside his room.

It didn't take much long for him to throw you on his bed and fall right above you until his lips met yours. He was desperate and you were anxious. He felt your body stiffening, "Y/n, are you not alright?"

You took it a chance when you look into his eyes and ask him, "What am I to you?"

"Do I even need to say that? I can show it better," he told you with that big smile you love the most and started to kiss your neck. But you were stubborn to get what was right for you so you dragged him by collar and make him face you.

"I need to hear it from your mouth."

"Don't be silly. This is not the victorian times anymore. We don't go around calling someone ours. You are mine and that is enough for me."

"Fuck, Yunho. I need more of this. I need...I need more of you."

He got up and brushed his hair with his hands, "Am I not giving you enough?"

"No this is not normal, Yunho. This is toxic. We are in a toxic relationship. We fuck, we dance, we fuck again, we dance all night, we fuck all day. This is not life. I have my life, I have my goals. I can't do this anymore."

"Don't I have a life too, Y/n?"

"What is the meaning of your life, Yunho? Your motorcycle? Your boxing club? How long are you going to do these?"

You sat up moving the strain of hair from your face and avoid his gaze. He was in pain, you were giving him that. You couldn't possibly look at the pain. It would break you.

"Doll, is it all because of your friends?" He sat in front of you to meet your eyes.

The tears in your eyes makes his heart crumble but he doesn't let it come through his own eyes. He gulps those pain back and eats it up. He held your hands into his.

"Fuck, Yunho. It is about me, us. Why would you bring them up? Please, let's settle down. I can't do this anymore. I am not your fuck toy. I am a person. I am my own person."

He left your hands, "So, these terms made you uncomfortable?"

"No, Yun-"

"No, Y/n. I understand. I haven't been good to you. I haven't treated you good so far. So, it will better than if that's what you need. Because I can't settle now. I want to enjoy my life more. I am not even twenty five yet. I don't want to have any regrets in life but you. I wanted to live my life with you but we are different."

You tried to hold his hand but he backs away, "Please don't make this hard for me. Stay with me if you want to. I don't want to force anything on you. If you leave this room now I'll take that as an invitation. So be my guest."

You didn't want to show him more of your tears so you walk back into the party. Drink a lot. He left you in your house putting a blanket over you and not touching you even after you begging him. 

You remember meeting him on Christmas party then. You craved him like you crave chocolate on your period. You both couldn't help and he ended up fucking you in the balcony of his friends' house on the Christmas night. But he didn't call you anything other than your name so you cum once and let him finish off once. Then you moved away only to get scolded by your friends again.

After new year, it has been fifteen days. You dropped Seonghwa's topic but went to San's party who is your college classmate. San had a crush on you for so long and now that he has got his way with you, he couldn't stop smiling while talking to you. The way he handled tequila, that was a little childish but he stopped having more because he wanted to talk to you more of his night.

Which is worse that Yunho is his friend and now you are doing everything to avoid his burning gaze at you two. You are sure Yunho is thinking about dragging San away from you and force you somewhere in the corner to teach you his lessons. But he is surprisingly respecting your boundaries which is making it more painful for you to survive in this party with San.

San was playful. He kissed you multiple times on your neck and lips but this guy wants to go slow knowing about your breakup details.

Not being able to take his heated gaze, you plan your escape , "Excuse me, San. I need to use the bathroom."

You splash some water on your cheeks as they have gotten red not because of the blush you've on or San's slow kisses. Because of Yunho gawking at you for the last couple hours not even doing a thing.

You open the bathroom door of the bedroom and start to walk but you are stopped with a pair of hands on your heel tracing the laces around your calves.

"How do you always tie them loose?"

His voice starts making your heart tired by beating so fast. You think your pussy has started to throb as he slowly wrap the heel laces around your claves and tightens them while tying up. Even when he gets up, his index finger touches your thigh, your inner thigh, then your waist, then the side of your breast.

"You are looking fucking amazing," his husky voice and the smell of tequila coming from him hit you differently.

"Who are you to say that?" You counter attack him but that isn't enough you under when he smiles. He fucking smiles, your favorite kind of.

"I am nothing, doll. I have never been anything or else you wouldn't be able to walk away that day," he says like it was all your fault.

"You didn't stop me," you tell him attacking him again but he smiles for the second time giving you the worst kind of a headache.

"You were saying it wasn't your friends but I saw them trying so hard to keep me away from you by doing their chores," he steps closer to you making you feel his hot breath on your face.

You gulp to avoid the sweet smell of his body, "But it was my choice."

"I respected it."

"You weren't supposed to, Yunho!"

You slap your mouth as the words leave your mouth.

"Do they taste better than me, doll?" He changes the subject. To comfort you maybe? But his question was more concerning.

"What do you mean?"

When he starts walking towards you and you didn't find any place behind you only the wall, you realize he came here with intension. When your core gets soaked up, you realize it was you who lured him here on purpose no matter how many times you deny it.

"Did they make you this much nervous that your panty is soaked right now," he touches your soaked panty under the dress pulling the dress up, "So soaked that I can smell you from here."

He whispers while his middle finger grazes your clothed clitoris.

"You are a bastard!"

You blame him but you also pull him on your mouth and devour his lips into yours. With your dangling kiss, you tell him how his kiss tastes the best and how nervous he makes you all the time he talks to you.

His hands follow on your back to pull off the laces of your dress and your dress immediately obeys him falling on the floor leaving you in your underwear.

"How many times did imagined me parting your thighs like this and touched yourself?" He says as he does what he says.

"I don't know," you can't lie when his hand is in-between your thighs and only thing you can think about is when he is going to throw you on the bed of this room.

"Tell me you are not my doll," he says wrapping your panty line in his index finger, pulling it up to hurt your hole.

"Yunho-yunho, please," you whimper not being able to face him.

"Tell me and I will stop because if I start right now. I am not going to stop even if the party finishes and all the guests leave the house. You are getting all of it tonight whether you like it or not," he warns you like he is going to punish you like the doll you are of his.

You don't answer so as a punishment, he pulls you up by your waist and makes you sit on the side table of the room spreading your legs wide for him, "Answer me or else you won't like how I ruin you tonight."

"Tell me. Are you my doll?"

"I-I am sorry. Ah-"

You scream feeling the burn in your pussy as he leaves a slap on it. It hurts so good that you clench your walls feeling the heat leaving your body paralyzed.

"Answer, baby?"

"Yes, yes. I-I am your doll," supporting yourself on the table is hard when he is gazing at you like he is about to ruin every part of you.

He slowly drags your panty down leaving you bare while he is fully dressed in his black shirt and black jeans. He looks so lethal in this attire, you think but you have more things to worry about. The same hands that tied your shoe laces, removed them making you feel the cold air now.

"Are you my whore, sweetheart?"

Your mind fills with the times he called you that. So, you become late to answer and earn another slap on your swollen pussy.

"For fucking my sake. Forgive me," you try to say something meaningful but it doesn't help.

"Tell me you don't like what I am doing," he says slapping you again and looks at you with a evil smirk in his face.

"Yunho-"

"Tell me and I'll stop. I have always wanted your opinions," he says.

"God yes I love it. I FUCKING love that you are making a mess of me," you say earning another slap, this time more painful.

"Are you mine, doll?" He slaps you now every thirty seconds you are sure because he is sure you like it.

"Yes, I am yours. Only yours."

Suddenly he grabs you by hair and pulls you towards his forehead meeting his, "The how dare you let someone else touch what's mine?"

"Yunho, I am sorry. I thought I would be able to get over you," you say meeting his eyes, he is visibly mad at you right now and you don't understand what to do.

"Did you ever think of me or how will I survive a day without you?" He asks you gripping your hair a little too tightly.

"I shouldn't have b-"

"I haven't touched a soul from the day you have walked into my life. I haven't cared about any other girls but you. I have only had my hands on you. I used to race like I don't have a tomorrow until you become my tomorrow, I used to do boxing like I don't have a wil to live until you become one. What does these mean, Y/n?"

"Sweetheart, I couldn't understand what to do."

"Those things mean that I love you. I have loved you ever since I have eyes on you, doll. I fucking you but do you love me, y/n?" He asks you attacking you with full force.

Before you can say a thing, he pulls you up again and keeps you on his shoulder before plopping you on the bed. You watch him stripping waiting for your next punishment but all you can see is pain in his eyes.

You get up to make it up to him but he doesn't let you touch him, "You do what I say tonight if you love me a bit."

"I love you, Yunho. Stop treating me like that."

"Oh do you, sweetheart?" He grabs your chin and makes your head fall on the bed.

"Then how did you kiss those guys with these lips you were saying that belong to me?"

"Yunho, I shouldn't have. I und-"

He leaves your chin and grabs the headboard above you, "Just because I was quite and I didn't call you my girlfriend you punished me like that. How do you thing I should punish you, doll?"

"However you love. I just want your apology."

"Do you think of me as a monster, y/n?"

"No, Yunho..."

"Can I ever hurt you?"

"I know you can't bu-"

He cuts you off with a kiss dropping his hands on your sides. It makes you realize how badly you insulted him by being with someone while you were in the break-up phase. He was being good, it was on and off, there was no commitments but he did whatever he should have done for you.

He stops but his bottom lips grazes your upper lip while he says, "Do you give me the person to destroy you right now, doll?"

"You don't scold me and ask permission like that," you tell him and feel his palm slipping on your pelvis pressurizing you.

You feel something building inside of you as you hear him say, "You get more than scoldings, my doll."

And then his hands leave your pelvis, goes to grab his cock in on hand. He keeps looking at you while making his cock dipping into you. You feel flushed, hot by the way he is staring at you like all the time, "Ah, Yunho."

You wanted to pull him roughly because the way he is slowly dipping himself is leaving you frustrated. But you can't disobey someone like him, not right now.

After he is fully situated into you, you see him grabbing the headboard, "You have no idea how hard I want to fuck you right now."

"Why don't you just do that?" Your voice sounds hoarse by the way you are full of him. He isn't moving one inch. He is just there, not moving a muscle torturing you with no movement.

"You'll like that, don't you?" He smirks and you see a drop of sweat coming down from his hairline to his forehead. He looks so red right now but he is too stubborn to teach you a lesson for touching other men.

"I said I am sorry, Oh my fucking God" you yell at him as he pulls out. It leaves you breathless without him even starting.

"How bad do you want it? He asks you pushing inside you again, this time a little fast.

"So bad, so fucking bad. Please, please, please. I ca-" then he pulls out again, his tip still touching your walls.

"Why don't you ask your other boyfriends?" He says with a dark gaze making tears fall from your eyes. He is hurting you back the way you hurt him. It has been like this always. That is why your friends told you he was toxic.

"Because they don't fuck me like their sex toy," you wanted to satisfy him tonight. You wanted to make him happy so you said what he liked.

And it makes him smile too, "There you are. There is my favorite whore. My one and only."

He starts moving continuously but still slow. You grab his arms trying to make him fasten the pace, "I have had enough, Yunho. For God's sake, stop torturing me."

"Are you my whore? Say it again"

"YES, I AM," his sudden surprising thrust makes you scream and this time his thrusts didn't stop.

"Legs on my waist, doll," he commands you and you obey wrapping your legs around his waist making more ways for him to get inside.

"That's my whore. My good girl. Mine," he keeps praising you while abusing your little hole and it only makes you proud.

"Hands and knees, sweetheart," he tells you and moves you on your knees with his one hand.

He spreads you like an open book and you look back at him to see his face but he grabs your face and pushes it down, "You don't see what I do to you now, little doll. Earn it."

And as he enters you, your support on your elbows fall desperately craving more from him, "Yunho, I can't.-"

"Do you want me to stop? I'll stop when you want me to," he tells you but doesn't stop.

"Don't fuckin stop," and that's all it takes for him to pushing himself forcefully everytime. You are a screaming mess and all you can hear is his panting. You are the cause of that panting, you are the cause that he is flushed like that. How good that is!

He stops and with one last thrust, he comes right after you do, "I fucking love you," he showers you these words when he cums making you feel overwhelmed.

He supports you to move on your back and keeps panting beside you grazing the marks he gave you.

"I'm coming," he says and comes back with tissue, a glass of water.

"I'm sorry, I didn't bring condom today. I didn't know it was about to happen," he says while cleaning you softly, carefully because your pussy is still swollen from the slaps of his palm.

"I'll take pill tomorrow, don't worry," you tell him placing the glass aside and bring him beside you. He pulls you on his body, keeping your head on his chest.

"I am sorry. I should have told you that I loved you," He tells you keeping his hand around your shoulders.

You look at him pressing your palm, "I am sorry for not realizing that."

You smile and earn a peck from him which soothes the rough kisses from earlier.

"But doll, touch another man and he dies."

Can he get any more predictable?

Does taglist work? :) if do then why don't anyone want to get into my taglist?

Goes with it perfectly 😭

[darkphoenix07]

hii ive never requested before so this is kinda scary tbh .... im not sure if your mental health requests are still open but if they are, can i request one with either hongjoong or jongho that's up to u! (since i noticed u already had alot with hongjoong already ..) where reader has an eating disorder because of insecurities and is trying to recover but some days fall back into old habits. And how he would comfort you and help you back on track

thank you so much for this btw <3 I've read all of your mental health series since i myself am struggling alot with my mental health and I'm sure it means alot to other people too who also struggle, you're doing sm people a favor 💓

Jongho helps you with eating disorder

Masterlist

Mental Health Request

Paring : Idol Jongho x Reader

Word count : 1.6k

Song 🎵 : Those eyes by New West

Genre : Soft, Comfort, Fluff

4:45 p.m.

Everyone in the agency treats you very well after you got attached with Jongho. Specially when you are the girlfriend of their life maknae. They adore you like a little sister too and you love them with all of their heart which is why going to meet them is your favorite part of the day. Specially when you are feeling down.

As you walk inside the agency you meet with San, "Y/n, wassup," he immediately pulls you for a hug.

When he releases the hug, his eyes get big, "Damn, you look pale. Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, it's just. Maybe I am tired," you didn't even know when was the last time you ate something. But that is good, right? You have become so fat nowadays. Isn't that why you can't move properly? You feel suffocated and confined around your body. Only skipping food can make it alright.

"I'm going to buy some ice creams. Coming back in a few minutes," he winks before passing away.

You enter in the elevator and reach inside the practice room where you see them sitting on the floor, giggling with one another. You automatically smile seeing Jongho's gummy smile as Mingi gets scared when Jongho tried to hit him.

Suddenly Jongho notices you and stands up, "Y/n, you are here!"

He immediately pulls you into an embrace soaking your empty heart, maybe your empty stomach too.

"You don't look so good. What's up? Are you not taking meals properly?" Jongho asks you and in reply you only smile.

"Yes, you look like you have lost a lot of pounds. What's wrong?"

You feel uncomfortable hearing Wooyoung through these words at you. Because all you think about is how ugly you look. How bad your fat is making things for you.

"I-I am fine. I just wanted to meet you. I was thinking about you a lot," you tell Jongho with another smile but it doesn't convince him much.

"I'll take you to your favorite restaurant today. But first let's have ice cream after hyung brings them," he smiles at you pulling you inside.

You sit with them, keep listening to their bickerings and after sometimes San arrives with a box of ice creams.

You and Jongho share one big bucket which is butterscotch, your favorite one. But when you start to have the ice cream, you mind starts speaking to you calling you ugly shit, a pig and how you shouldn't eat like this.

"You are barely having these. Are you alright?" Jongho asks you and you nod.

"Maybe it's my period, I've lost appetite," you lie to him gripping your own shirt. You feel guilty for being this person but you can't help it.

"I-I am coming," you get up and run to the bathroom. You end up throwing up water and ice cream because that's all you've left inside your stomach. Your stomach hurts and your throat burns from the crazy sensation and how it is so hard to eat.

You leave the bathroom and see them cleaning up stuff for practicing.

"I'll have another lesson then we can go together. Can you wait?" Jongho asks you and you nod.

"That's my girl," he kisses you on the forehead smiling and goes back for the practice.

As you sit down to watch them practice, you start feeling drowsy and nauseous.

Jongho looks back at you asking if you are okay and you try to give him a reassuring smile that you are.

But it only gets worse when you get up wanting to leave the room. You grab the nob and try to open the door but suddenly everything feels hazy to your eyes. You stop feeling the ground underneath you and fall into deep sleep.

Hearing the deep thud from you passing out, Jongho comes running, "Y/n. Oh my God. Baby! What's wrong? Wake up. Come on, wake up!!"

The members look at each other hearing Jongho calling you baby which he never does.

"She will be fine. Let's call an ambulance," Hongjong says patting Jongho's back.

"Splash water on her face. She may wake up," Seonghwa suggests and Yunho brings a bottle full of water.

Jongho splashes the water on you but you don't open your eyes as the problem is something else.

"Why isn't she waking up? Oh man. This is so bad," Jongho is trembling as your head is on his lap. Your body has gone cold and you are barely breathing which starts concerning Jongho more.

The ambulance comes and he takes you in the hospital where Yeosang joins him.

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As you wake up, you feel someone holding your hand sobbing.

"I am so sorry I didn't notice earlier. I am so fucking sorry," it's Jongho's voice you realize as you open your eyes.

"Oh my God. You are awake!!!" He hugs you tightly pressing himself against you.

You feel a saline pipe on the back of your hand when you hug him back. You look around and realize that you are in a hospital bed.

"What happened?" You ask him and he looks at you with blazing eyes.

"When was the last time you had a proper meal?" He throws the question at you with a demanding voice and you can't help but feel scared.

"I won't scold you, sweetheart. Please do tell me. When did you last have a proper meal?" He asks you so softly that your heart burns.

"I-I...maybe with you," you tell him which was four days ago.

"Seriously?" He looks like he snaps but he is mad at himself for not being able to take care of you.

Your scared face tells him you misunderstood him so he gets on the bed with you, "I am concerned about you because you have iron deficiency, lack of vitamin D, Vitamin C, Vitamin B complex. In total if I say, you are going through malnutrition. How do you think I'll feel if I get to know these?"

"I am sorry. I didn't m-" you break into tears but he cups your face into his palms.

"Hey, don't cry. I didn't want to make you cry. I am mad at myself for not being able to give you enough time to take care of you. If you were having a hard time to have food, you should have told me. I didn't even notice," he says like it is all his fault that you avoid food.

"Don't blame yourself for something I've been doing," you tell him holding his hands into yours.

"Baby, you have become my responsibility from the day I've started to have feelings for you. You are not only a part of my life. You have become my life. I can't think of a single day without you though I don't tell you these enough. But I am willing to tell you everything you need to hear for recovering as early as possible," he kisses your forehead and a drop of his tear fall on your cheek.

"All your sufferings are mine, all your pain is mine, all of your agony is mine. Don't you know that already. Why don't you eat sweetheart? Why? You used to love having food once," he asks you whispering the last words like if anyone is beside him they will know your secret or maybe it is his heart burning for you seeing you like this.

"I don't know. I feel like food is the reason everything is going wrong in my life. I need to fix everything. I feel hopeless, wrecked.The more I lose my weight, I feel like I need to lose more. I throw up everything I eat unintentionally. I feel so fucking disgusting when I eat something. It becomes hard for me to look in the mirror once I devour something," you tell him the truth but end up becoming a sobbing mess.

"Hey, we can work on it together. What if I was in your place? Wouldn't you do the same for me? Wouldn't you want to help me?" He asks and you nod.

"Then listen that I'll always be there for you no matter what. I'll help you gain confidence again. Please don't hide all these from me again?" He begs you kissing your knuckles and you smile.

After you get discharged, you start meeting a therapist with him. He has gone crazy over you nowadays because he keeps telling you how pretty you look, how perfect you are. He shows you mukbang day after day making your mouth water which is why you start to have food again. You take some suppliments to gain your appetite again which works very well.

Last time you checked, you have gained some pounds finally after hardworking. Specially with Jongho's support.

Most importantly he never reminds you of your food disorder. He makes you forget about you playing stupid food games and taking you to every new restaurants in the city making you taste new foods.

You thank yourself and him for coming this far after months torture on yourself. Because without him you wouldn't be able to beat this.

I myself wrote it with empty stomach but now I'm feeling fucking hungry