#kyuhyun oneshot

[kpopimaginings]

Long Week - Kyuhyun

A/N: So this is an anon request of Kyuhyun looking after you after a long week of work. I hope you enjoy!

There had been so much happening all week at work, and finally it was Friday. But even that wasn't much of a comfort. It was one of those busy days, where instead of going by really fast, it just dragged on and stressed you out. The second the clock indicated the end of the working day you were on your way out and calling your boyfriend.

"Hey, beautiful," Kyuhyun answered.

"Hey," you sighed in response, just the sound of his voice relaxing you.

"What's wrong?" he asked immediately.

"Same old," you said, not really wanting to relive the day you had just had.

You could tell Kyuhyun was distracted as he replied, "Oh, dear."

"I'll let you go."

"No, its fine," he started but a clatter in the background told you it wasn't.

"Aish," he muttered under his breath.

"I'm on my way home, I'll see you in a second anyway. I just wanted to hear your voice."

"If you're sure. I'll see you really soon. I love you," he said, slightly rushed.

You shook your head as you hung up the phone, wondering what state the place would be in when you arrived home. Upon opening the door, however, you were pleasantly surprised. In fact, it look neater than it had when you'd left that morning.

"Welcome home," you heard your man's voice from somewhere within.

"What did you do, Kyu?" you called back.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he appeared in front of you.

"It's unnaturally clean in here," you pointed out. "Why are you cleaning? Are you apologising for something I don't know about yet?"

"No no no, I promise," he assured you, stepping forward to take your bag and then your jacket.

"Ok, I love you and this is all very sweet but-"

"Shush," he cut in. "Just calm down. You're home now, you can just relax."

Somehow, Kyuhyun's words had the intended effect this time. As you removed your shoes, you finally felt like you could start to unwind. He took your hand and lead you through to the dining table.

"Kyu," you said in a soft breath. "Why?"

The table was laid will still steaming food, a spread of everything he knew you loved. The lights were dim and a few candles scattered around.

"As much as I love being someone you can vent to, hearing how much you've hated this week got me down so, now that the working week is done, I'm going to treat you like the princess you are."

Suddenly, everything made sense. Normally, you would cook when you got in, then tidy up the kitchen, then any other chores that needed doing, then clean up ready for bed. But this evening he had done it all for you. The beauty of having a boyfriend with an irregular job, sometimes he was home while you worked and could sort everything out for you.

In that moment, stood there beside your wonderful other half, it all overwhelmed you. After everything at work, feeling like a cog in a machine rather than a human being, you got to come home to the perfect evening.

"Jagi, I didn't want to make you cry," Kyu said, wiping at one of the tears on your cheek.

You smiled at him, "Good tears, I promise. I can't believe you did all of this for me."

Smiling back, he just pulled you close and held you for a moment.

"And when we're done, I'll draw you a bath so that you can relax while I do all the washing up and then for the rest of the night, I'm all yours, we can do whatever you like. Anything that will make you happy or relaxed."

"You are actually perfect," you told him, melting into his embrace.

"If you say so," he chuckled in reply.

NAVIGATION  |  SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

[ignitedminds27]

SUJU BARBIE POSTER

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Grading - Kyuhyun

(Admin: Mitzy, this got a bit ramble-y at the end sorry, I just really wanted to write something about Kyu)

The end of the grading period is always hectic, but it just feels like the senior teachers are making things difficult for you and your husband on purpose. The two of you had joined as teachers at a similar time, you are the homeroom teacher for one of the classes he teaches music theory too. He also happens to be the homeroom teacher of a lot of the kids that are part of the concert band program at the school, which you teach. Everyone in the school system is aware that the two of you are married and that you are also the only two music education teachers throughout the school.

“I hate writing evaluations so much,” Kyuhyun groans stretching backward in his seat across from you, “at least it’s the last thing I have left,” he mumbles to himself.

“Why did we become teachers?” You put your papers down dramatically turning towards him, “why did I decide to follow you around for the rest of my life,” Kyuhyun bursts into a fit of laughter at your words.

“Do you want a latte?” Kyuhyun asks pushing his chair back, “I’m going to get another coffee,” you nod your head turning back to your reports.

You sigh typing up an obviously sugarcoated report about a student in your homeroom that usually picks on one of the quieter kids. You use the notes Kyuhyun took on them to make something that will keep her parents happy and not cause a parent conference. Kyuhyun silently sits a vanilla latte down in the clear space next to your laptop. You murmur a mindless “thank you” not bothering to look up towards him.

“Why did they wait so long to tell us we had to do these?” Kyuhyun murmurs picking his work back up, “the headteacher really hates us doesn’t she?” He laughs dryly.

“Hates me,” you correct, “you’re just married to me, which makes you a target,” you sigh.

“Yeah,” Kyuhyun agrees.

You kick him under the table letting out a small laugh shaking your head at his response.

“Didn’t she say some bullshit about lovers not being able to work together,” Kyuhyun inquires you hum in response, “she never said anything to me,” he murmurs.

“Yeah your a man,” you remind him flatly, “she hits on you constantly too, in front of me,” you grumble.

Kyuhyun lets out another laugh: “I love that my wife gets jealous,” he teases, “where do you want to eat when we get done? It’s a bit late to cook.”

“Anywhere’s fine,” you mumble leaning back in your seat, “I don’t really know what I want, so you can decide,” you mumble continuing to shuffle through your papers.

“Okay, I’ll order Tangsuyuk and Jajamyeong when we get home,” he says shutting his laptop, you hum in response.

“Sounds good.”

[superjuniorfanfics]

Kyuhyun 05

I FINALLY FINISHED MY SENIOR THESIS. Now to get to posting this... Warning: smut lol

You sighed and played with your phone as you sat on a bench outside the Mathematics building. This had been the most exhausting week of your graduate school career, although you thought that every week. It was just this week in particular was stressful scrambling to finish your research for your thesis paper while final exams were also fast approaching.

But at least now it was Friday afternoon and the start to your weekend began with seeing your favorite person: your boyfriend, Kyuhyun. Just as you glanced up, you saw him walking out of the glass double doors of the building. He stood out among the many undergraduate students, looking dapper as ever in a gray suit. Kyuhyun quickly spotted you and smiled.

“Why are you so dressed up today?” You playfully eyed him up and down as he approached you.

He kissed the top of your head as you stood up. “I had a couple interviews this morning with some companies before I taught classes today.”

Being the math whiz he was, Kyuhyun had already graduated early and one of the math department’s professors hired him as a teacher’s assistant while he searched for work in the computer science industry.

“We’re matching” he commented, noting you were also in a gray outfit, though yours was made up of sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Ha ha, very funny” you rolled your eyes. Kyuhyun looked so good, especially today, you didn’t even feel like you could be seen next to him in your lazy state.

“You’re still hot” he said simply, grabbing your ass.

“Kyu!” you scolded, glancing around. You weren’t often the touchy couple in public, but the area had been cleared of all other students walking to and from classes.

He chuckled. “I’m sorry. I haven’t seen you in a week, and it feels like forever.”

“I know” you sighed, hugging your arms around his waist. Lately, your face had been completely buried in books, your brain propelled by the unhealthy amounts of caffeine you consumed, and even your eyes seemed to have a semi-permanent squint to them now because of the long hours you stared at your laptop screen.

“Not your fault you’ve been living at the library” he said understandingly. He leaned down a little to kiss you, and you practically melted when his soft lips touched yours. His hands held you at a respectable place on your back, but soon moved down again as he deepened the kiss, his tongue prodding for entry into your mouth. You complied, breathing him in as you started making out, but stopped when you felt him grab your butt again.

“Kyuhyun” you said his name again, breaking away. “What is with you?”

“I missed you.” His eyes showed disappointment that you pulled away, but he angled his hips slightly against you, just enough for you to get the hint.

You rolled your eyes now and just laughed. “We kissed for like five seconds, how did that happen so fast?”

“Like I said, I missed you” was his only reply. “Come on.”

He grabbed your hand, but instead of walking towards the bus stop you usually took, he led you back into the Mathematics Building.

“Aren’t we going home?” you asked, confused.

Kyuhyun shook his head no, leading you all the way down the hall and up the stairs. You were almost jogging behind him in order to keep up with his long legs. At the top of the staircase, he took a sharp left and stopped in front of a room with a sign on the door reading “Dr. Kim.” He took out some keys from his pocket, fumbling them as he tried to unlock the door. Once it opened, he took one short glance over his shoulder and pushed you inside the small office. In two small movements, the door was shut, locked, and Kyuhyun’s mouth was on yours again.

He cupped your face with both hands as he kissed you passionately, only separating from you for a moment so you could drop your backpack down and to yank your sweatshirt over your head, throwing it on the chair next to the large metal desk. You hardly had time to react before his hands freely roamed against your skin as he nibbled on your bottom lip and backed you up until your thighs hit the desk. You pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders and he took another brief pause to toss it where your own clothing had landed.

You placed a hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder to stop his advances for a second.

“I’m pretty sure you can get fired for this.”

“I don’t care.” He lightly placed his hands around your waist and kissed up your neck, stopping at your ear to whisper. “I want you now.”

You shivered when his hot breath hit your skin. He unbuttoned his vest and dress shirt, tugging off his navy blue tie, and placed them all behind you on a stack of tests he hadn’t graded yet. He planted kisses on your neck again, this time going down to your collarbones, and then your chest, smoothly taking off your bra and sucking on each of your nipples in turn. The sensation turned you on to no end and you ran your fingers through his silky hair, bringing his face up to yours to capture his lips in a heated kiss once again. His hands began to roam around your hips, playing with the waistband on your sweats until his fingers slipped past the elastic of your underwear, and lightly rubbed your core.

A barely audible sound came out of your mouth, and instinctively, you gripped your boyfriend closer. He bit your lip as he pulled away, grinning.

“I was going to say sorry for moving so fast today. But seems like you want me to continue?”

You nodded and two digits entered you slowly. He fingered you at a steady pace, deliberately trying to build up the tension. You hummed in satisfaction and he sped up his movement, making sure every now and then to curl up to hit that spot inside you that made you cry out. But as soon as you tried to buck your hips for more friction, he removed his fingers. You let out a sigh of dissent and looked at him desperately, but he was already grabbing at your sweats, trying to get them off. You wiggled out of them yourself, letting them form a pile on the floor along with your shoes.

“I’ll do all the work” he smirked and immediately got down on his knees, his face perfectly level with the edge of the table and your entrance. His thumbs massaged your inner thighs  until you relaxed a little, leaning back on your hands. He glanced up at you briefly before closing his eyes and pressing his tongue against you, gently lapping at your wetness. Your hands flew to grab his brown locks again, tangling your fingers into them as you felt him suck on your clit. You tried to moan as quietly as you could, but were not very successful. You two were never so explicit in public places, but you hadn’t been pleasured in so long; it was hard to control yourself now with Kyuhyun between your legs, concentrating eagerly on working the magic that was his tongue.

He stopped for a moment and looked up at you. “Shhh” he teased, but he sprang to his feet, hastily unbuckling his belt and letting his erection spring free.

He parted your legs wide and lined himself up at your entrance, sliding all the way in. Kyuhyun paused a moment, taking the time to hold your hips and kiss you all over again, before pulling out almost completely and slamming back into you. He steadily held you at the dimples in your back while you gripped the edges of the desk for balance. His pace was fast and rough, every thrust building up that amazing feeling inside you more and more. It always surprised you how quickly Kyuhyun could bring you to climax, and this time was no different. You heard him breathing heavier and when the slightest moan escaped his throat, you let go instantly, feeling waves of euphoria wash over you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and bit hard into his shoulder to muffle your cries of pleasure. At feeling you tightening around him, Kyuhyun came too, a string of profanities leaving his mouth as his thrusts slowed to a stop.

His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. You held your arms around his neck and left light kisses on his exposed skin, your lips sweeping across his chest and collarbones. Every now and then his hand would run through your hair, playing with it. Your boyfriend had fucked you so hard your legs felt like they wouldn’t hold you up if you stood, so you took your time resting.

But suddenly, Kyuhyun’s phone ringtone went off, making both of you jump. He hurriedly adjusted his pants and retrieved it from the pocket. His eyes got big as he looked at the caller ID, then he took a deep breath, and answered it. He turned his back towards you as he answered several questions from the caller. You stared intently at him as you carefully stepped down from the table and dressed yourself. After a series of “yeses” and “thank yous,” Kyuhyun turned to you with a bright smile.

“Guess I don’t need to worry about getting fired for what we did in here; I was just offered a position at my top choice company!”

You gasped and jumped to hug him. “That’s awesome Kyu! Congrats!!”

He grinned even wider and showed his appreciation for your enthusiasm by kissing your forehead.

“Let’s go home and celebrate” you said, placing a tentative hand against his stomach, your thumb pressing against his belt. “I know the best way how.”

Kyuhyun raised his eyebrows at you and placed his hands on your hips. “Why can’t we celebrate right this second?” He asked, his eyes already filled with lust all over again.

You jokingly rolled your eyes. “Because I’m not going to suck your dick in your professor’s office” you answered, gathering your backpack and throwing his clothes at him. You saw Kyuhyun visibly bite his lip, and you swore you had never witnessed him get dressed so fast and be ready to leave than at that moment.

[k-ryeo]

#HappyLEETEUKDay!

here’s a little soft oneshot for our leadernim, since its tradition for me to write oneshots for members i stan lmao. hope you like it!

- lower case intended

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it was a quiet night so far. jungsoo had taken his time casually scrolling through his phone, logged in on his private instagram account and looking at what’s on his feed. he gave up reading articles on naver an hour ago and resorted to looking at pictures of friends and colleagues instead.

he was on his bed, hand raised to accommodate his phone as shimkoong laid peacefully on his belly, sound asleep. he sighs and checks the clock.

“11:50 pm”

only 10 more minutes until his birthday. he was excited. he saw a few fan projects on instagram and twitter, even some on facebook that had gotten far too much recognition. a few pictures have also started to pop up with his face on it. the greetings have started to flood themselves by 11:55, to which he was happy smiling and scrolling around, reading them and appreciating the messages along with the fan arts.

it was when he was about to stand up when shimkoong jumped off the bed, and out of their room. “koongie?” he calls out. the maltese didn’t bark back, but jungsoo thought it would be him just going to pee, or drink water so he let him be.

going back to his phone, he received a notification from super junior’s groupchat.

as soon as the clock hits 12:00 AM, his phone started buzzing with notifications from almost everyone. but most importantly, this groupchat.

he has received tags from colleagues, messages from twitter and instagram, and even some from PDs and other close friends he has been working with for the past 15 years.

the groupchat was noisy. alive, even. it felt nice. jungsoo knew these guys never liked chatting in their chatrooms, he didnt even know how many chatrooms they have at this point. theres one with all 15 members, theres one with just 13, theres probably one without him as heechul joked on air before, theres their individual messages and of course theres one with just 9 of them. but he didnt mind that they couldn’t chat as much as he wanted them to. he knew everyone’s busy with their own schedules, but it was nice that ever now and then they’d keep these chatrooms alive especially when it comes to greeting or teasing each other about their recent success.

they continued chatting for a bit, until heechul pops the question of his whereabouts. and just like that, they all left him on seen again.

sighing, jungsoo switched apps and decided to just watch netflix until he passes out. shinkoong returns not long after, and cuddles back in his arms.

as soon as jungsoo had settled himself comfortably with koongie in his arms, a notification made his eyes bulge out his sockets.

“what on earth-“ jungsoo says as he scrambles to fix himself and made a beeline straight to his door.

sure enough, all 8 members were outside his apartment door, holding cake, a shit ton of soju and a few balloons that spelled out “LEETEUK @ 37”

“you really-“ jungsoo says, shocked to the core as he steps aside to let everyone in. miraculously, they all abided by his house rules in keeping the house clean as soon as they entered.

kyuhyun was quick to place the soju bottles in his fridge, donghae and yesung placed the food on his table and donghui was also quick to start filming everything. ryeowook and siwon were placing the balloon decors neatly and hyukjae was quick to help them out.

“its midnight...?” jungsoo asks as he stared at his members, all busy preparing his apartment.

“hyung, its your 38th birthday. we’re doing this again and again, its tradition.” kyuhyun casually says as he pats jungsoo on the shoulder.

“we’ll clean everything don’t worry, lol.” heechul says as he helps yesung and donghae prepare the cakes.

~

needless to say, jungsoo had a wonderful time with his members. albeit he did choke up a few times here and there, because he’ll never get over the fact that no matter how cheesy it is, or how they always joke around that they’re nothing but a show window group, its little moments like this that makes it special. its just them, no cameras, no prying eyes of the public. it made him sentimental, knowing it brought back memories of their trainee and early years.

one thing’s for sure though. he’s gonna wake up with a pounding headache, a shit ton of mess to clean up, and 8 kids he needs to nurse until they feel a little better to be able to go home and rest. Lol.

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hope you enjoyed! ^^

[eatsokk]

Babies - Cho Kyuhyun

hellooooo! here’s a lil os inspired by the last live of gyu, it gave me inspiration to write some cute stuff ^^ hope y’all like it! also i’m sorry if there’s some mistakes, english isn’t my native language;(

type: fluff, kinda nsfwish

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My eyelashes fluttered, and i finally open my eyes gently. The sun’s rays passed through the shutters and i could hear somme birds humming outside. I turned slowly to face a brown tuft. The brown boy was still sleeping peacefully, and his head was buried in his pillow.

I smiled and moved to stick myself against his chest, positioning my head below his. I felt his right arm rap around me, to hug me. I looked up to look at him. He looked at me, eyes half closed, and smiled.

« Hello.. » i mumbled.

« Hello.. » he replied, his voice hoarse « Slept well? »

Flashes from the day before came back to my mind. Kyuhyun and i did it most of the night. Yesterday was our three years together, so we celebrated it in beauty. I finally remembered that we were both naked under the blanket. I couldn’t help but blush slightly, and try to peel off my brown.

« Yah, you’re not going anywhere. » he said, drawing me closer to him again.

I giggled lightly, and kissed his lips chastely. He moved to free his other arm, and came to put his lips against mine again. He put one hand in my hair, and kept the other on my waist. He didn’t let go of my lips, and ended up deepening the kiss by forcing the entrance of my mouth to fight my tongue with his.

His arm wrapped around my body to hold me against him turned us so that i was astride him. All without taking his lips from mine. He put his two hands on my hips, stroking from time to time my tighs, my buttcheeks… i could feel his intimacy not far from mine, and noticed that it hardened little by little.

« Maybe we could go for the umpteenth round this morning.. » he whispher at the edge of my lips, before going down to my neck.

I tilted my head back and sighed in well-being while smiling stupidly. As he was about to descend lower, the bell rang. We stepped back and looked at each other frowning.

« Were you waiting for someone? » i asked.

« No.. » he slid me aside and sat down.

The bell rang a second time. I pulled the blanket up on myself while Kyuhyun put on his underwear and his pajamas. He left the room and went down to open the door. I decided to get out of bed too to put on my underwears and my pajamas. I hurriedly made a bun and went down in my turn. I was surprised to see Kyuhyun’s sister in the living room with her nephews.

« Noona, what are you doing here? » asked Kyuhyun, visibly surprised.

Her sister's eyes widened.

« Don’t tell me you forgot you had to babysit today? » she arched an eyebrow.

My brown widened his eyes, before laughing nervously.

« N-no, of course not! » he lied. « i just didn’t think you’d be passing by so soon… » but of course Ahra didn’t believe him.

« It’s almost noon, pabo. »

She handed him Hajun so that he could take him in his arms, in order to take Yejun in hers. She finally saw me, i stayed at the bottom of the stairs.

« Hello Y/N! » she smiles.

« Hello Unnie! » i bowed, smiling.

She stared at me for a moment silently, before staring at her brother.

« Don’t tell me you didn’t warn her? »

« Ehm.. » he turned to look at me.

I laughed softly, then turned my gaze to his sister.

« I’m sorry, i should have asked you directly knowing that my brother forgot everything i said to him. » she growled.

« Don’t worry, it’s always a pleasure to take care of the twins. » i say sincerely.

I loved her sons. They were adorable, especially with their uncle. I walked over to her and motioned for her to give me Yejun. Once in my arms, he snickered.

« Okay, i’ll leave you, i’ll come back in the late afternoon, okay? » she leaned over to kiss her sons. « Be nice to uncle and auntie, okay? » she says.

She greeted us and left the house. I put Yejun on the ground to hold his hand, and looked at my brown. He smiles at me with all his teeth, still holding Hajun in his arms.

« You’re not believable.. how can you forget that? » i whispered. « Are you hungry? » i lowered my head to Yejun.

He nodded. We put the little ones on chairs in the kitchen and Kyuhyun took care of making them wait while i quickly prepared food for the four of us. I could hear the little laughs behind my back and glance at them from time to time. Kyuhyun set the table and i put the food in each plate. We had the boys eat before eating in turn.

We settled in the living room, placing the little ones on the carpet. Ahra had left us a bag with a few toys to keep them occupied. I sprawled beside Kyuhyun on the couch, watching the twins. My brown passed him arm over my shoulders to bring me against him.

While he was watching TV, i didn’t look away from Hajun and Yejun. I was hoping to have such cute children in the future. I could already get an idea of what they were going to look like by seeing how much the twins looked like their uncle. I smiled stupidly unconsciously.

« Yah, change your expression, you’re going to scare them. » Kyuhyun teased me.

I rolled my eyes and turned my gaze towards him. He smiled at me.

« What were you thinking about? » he asked.

« To our future children. » i smiled, he raised his eyebrows, visibly surprised.

« Already? » i tapped his chest.

« What do you mean already? You’re already old, and i’m still young, it’s the perfect time to! » i said.

« Me old? » he pretended to be offended. « The most youngest and most beautiful of the old then! » i laugh.

I got up, withdrawing from his embrace. He frowned.

« It’s nap time. » i announced.

« I’m not old enough to be put to bed though… » he replied.

« Not you pabo, twins! » i sighed.

« Ahhhh.. » he scratched his neck while laughing.

We took the boys in our arms and went upstairs to put them in our bed. We closed the shutters and said goodbye before leaving the room. No sooner had i come down than Kyuhyun grabbed my hips to turn me so i could face him. His lips pressed over mine, and he made us back up to the couch, onto which he made us fall. His fingers wandered under my shirt, on my ribs, which made me laugh, being ticklish.

« What are you doing.. » i laughed, as he kissed my jaw.

« It is not seen? We’re going to make babies! » he replied.

I giggled and gently pushed him away.

« Not with your nephews upstairs. » i pushed his forehead with my index finger.

« Argh, i was just kidding » he chastely kissed my lips, and sat correctly on the couch, not without cuddling me.

The twins slept until Ahra returned. They had been real angels. When they were gone, i went upstairs to go to bed. I hadn’t slept much last night, and couldn’t get any rest today. Even though Hajun and Yejun hadn’t been a complicated task, i was exhausted. I buried myself under the blanket, and at the same time, my man appeared.

« Did you plan to take a nap without me? » he pouted, getting into the bed too. « I am hurt.. » i smile.

I ruffed his hair and dove into his arms.

« You know, i watch you all the time when you’re with the twins, or any child. You’d make a great mother. » he declared.

« And you, the most gaga of dads. » i smiled.

He pinched my cheek, before kissing my nose, my forehead, each of my cheeks, and finally my lips in a tender kiss.

[mariaabeleng]

El amor al que siempre vuelvo | OneShot Kyumin

Recaer en lo brazos de un amor que se quiso olvidar, es casi como recaer en un vicio que se intentó dejar con todas las fuerzas que quedaban. Quizá podría decir que es incluso un poco más peligroso que eso, porque las adiccionew fisicas solo dejan heridas fisicas. Las huellas de haber amado son diferentes, los recuerdos y el anhelo de lo que quiso ser y no puedo es peor.

Bueno, esa es mi situación embiagado entre las sábanas de mi anterior amante, tocando su piel mientras duerme desnudo a mi lado. No se puede ser amigo del amor, no de un amor que no se ha superado.

Eso es otra cosa que aprendí después de ti.

Lo intenté de verdad, por todos los medios pero aunque habláramos casualmente sin importar el tema bastaba tener un contacto físico, un acercamiento para entonces querer tenerlo, amarlo, besarlo. No se puede, al menos no pude no pensar en él de esta manera, de esta que no es como amigo. Y sé de la mejor fuente que él tampoco sino no estaríamos aquí, así.

Una historia intensa, y bonita, una que no me cansaría de repetir, aunque sea un imposible.

Con él siempre ha sido todo así, intenso, en cada aspecto. Y cada vez que volvemos al otro es un encuentro que toca el alma. La primera vez lloramos, lloramos tanto hasta casi secarnos antes de hacer el amor como si la vida fuera ello, como si fuera la última vez. Eso creíamos.

Esta es la cuarta vez, disfruto completamente de todo, de su aroma, de su cara, de sus sentimientos, de su piel que acaricio mientras duerme o eso parece. Le abrazo también antes de enterrar la cara en la piel de su hombro, empezando a besar, a chupar suavemente sin dejar rastro.

Le acaricio la espalda, lo abrazo, aspiro su perfume, doy besos cortos y sin poder resistirlo hago una cadena de besos, bajando y subiendo, haciendo sonar los chasquidos, con los ojos cerrados; quizá ahora si esté dejando marcas por su espalda blanca pero es mío entonces no importa si dejo una huella visible en él, es una huella que solo él verá, es un recuerdo más.

Entonces suspira y se gira lentamente, permitiéndome rodear su cuerpo con besos humedos hasta que me encuentro besando su cadera, lamiendo hasta subir por su abdomen, su ombligo, su pecho, su cuello, su boca; colandome entre sus piernas, sintiendo como está duro también y nos frotamos frente a frente, besándonos intensamente.

Quisiera estar dentro de él, pero anoche lo hicimos la primera vez como locos y las siguientes dos fueron lentamente, con él montándome despacio y tomado de mis manos mientras le besaba el pecho, la última fue con Min en cuatro y conmigo aprentando su cadera mientras embestía constantemente antes de sentir el frenesí del orgasmo junto a su piel. Como ahora, sintiendo que se mueve también contra mi erección, con nuestras lenguas bailando en nuestras bocas, con chasquidos fuertes por la intensidad, con mi mano sujetando nuestras erecciones, machando nuestros cuerpos, gimiendo al llegar al final.

Lo amo eso está claro, y él me ama a mí. Y él es el amor al que volvería toda las veces.

[emeraldbabygirl]

Omg I can't. For me, Jinwoo is my babie babie and I don't really think about him that way but Dojin, my ult... 👀 I want to dom him so bad. Imagining him begging me to let him cum and the blush on his cheeks is something else. I know a lot of RAYS think he's such a dom but seriously. He's so easliy flustered, you'd end up domming him a lot before he doms you and even then he'd be so careful at first. (totally unrelated but his tongue is so hot I literally wrote a oneshot about him. I need help.)

I SCREAMED SO FUCKING LOUD OH MY GOD

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MR MOTHERFUCKIN YONGTAE IS THE ALPHA MALE ANDNDDND HES HES HES THAT DOM OMGGGG GNBDBDB. I CANT PLEASE MY NOSE IS GONNA GO RUNNING AGAIN OMGGG. I wrote I smut with Dojin and I’m hella proud of it omgg. Ok but like, for me as far as Enoi, (fuck I love that we’re talking about them I miss them so much) I want to dom Hamin and Jinwoo and be dommed by Gun, Laon and Dojin obvi. I do believe Kyuhyun is the sweet and gentle bof type but I have such a feeling that he would have ways of domming you skskksk. And Yanghyuk I mean my size kink obvi ugh. I want to dom my baby Jinwoo so much and Hamin ugh, that man had me creaming oceans for him it was crazy he seems like such a shy sweetie I wanna get him all flustered ugh. I just want to hear men whine and whimper and squirm as you dom them and make them beg to cum ya’know? That’s my shit right there and fuck. My lil Jinwoo would whine so much omgg.

FFS YONGTAE OUT HERE GROWLING LIKE A WOLF I SWEAR ON GOD SKSKSKKS THAT MAN GETS ME HEATED PHEW. (Literally one of my demon daddies hahah)

AHEM IS THAT ONESHOT AVAILABLE TO GAZE MY SIGHT MELONS UPON? And yes you are absolutely correct that tongue of his. HES SUCH A FUCKING FOM ALPHA MALE THO I MEAN COIN. That’s my proof/evidence/argument. Just Coin made me so feral slsksksk ugh

[kpopimaginings]

Lazy Evening - Kyuhyun (NSFW)

A/N: An anon dropped in my inbox asking about some Kyuhyun x reader cockwarming, and I think this is the quickest I’ve ever written something!

It had been a long day for both you and Kyuhyun. The evening so far had been spent mostly in silence. You were curled up in Kyuhyun's lap playing with your phone while he laid his arms loosely around you and focussed on the TV. The only problem was that you kept adjusting your position to stay comfortable and to make sure you didn't stop the blood flow to your boyfriend's legs.

"Ok, you're going to have to stop moving if you want to stay on my lap," he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

"I'm just trying to keep us both comfortable," you told him as you shifted again, only this time you felt why he didn't want you fidgeting.

As the realisation hit you, you got up and disappeared to your bedroom. You could hear him calling after you that you didn't need to leave, but you had a plan. You changed into just an oversized shirt and your underwear, before finding a bottle of lube and heading back to the living room.

When Kyuhyun saw you returning, and what you had in your hand, his eyes grew wide.

"I don't want sex," he told you, before quickly backtracking. "Wait, no, that came out wrong, I mean, I wasn't saying that to have sex with you, you don't need to..."

All the while, you had been approaching him, finally situating yourself back on his lap and kissing him to silence him.

"I'm not saying we should have sex," you told him, suddenly less confident in your idea now you were explaining it to your boyfriend. "I just thought, we could maybe try out... cockwarming," you said the last word very quietly, but Kyuhyun was still able to hear it.

"Oh," he said, his eyebrows raising. "That's new."

"Yeah, do you wanna try?"

He nodded, "Yeah, why not?"

"Shuffle forward," you instructed, standing up and tugging on the waistband of his trousers to bring him closer to you.

Once he was positioned where you wanted him, you freed him from his trousers and, using the lube, got you both ready. You then climbed back onto his lap, straddling him and sunk down on him. Once you were happily connected, you got comfortable again, wrapping your legs around him, grabbing your phone again and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I hope you realise that it's going to be a problem if you wriggle" Kyuhyun pointed out as he settled back into his TV show.

"Yeah, but now it will frustrate me too."

NAVIGATION  |  SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

[starlit-serenade]

ENOi Masterlist

ENOi ⇝ Laon, Dojin, Hamin, Avin, Jinwoo, J-Kid, Gun

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» Genre: {Angst🥀 // Fluff💐 // Platonic🌻 // Suggestive🌹}

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Shin Kyuhyun (Laon)

⇝ Bad Day (🥀, 💐) [r] - .8k Words

After a bad day, you come home and want to do nothing but lie in bed. Thankfully, your boyfriend Shin Kyuhyun comes home to comfort you. 

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Jeon Yongtae (Dojin)

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Jo Hamin (Hamin)

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[thechanbaeklibrary]

Fic Search #32

 1. anonymous asked: So guys I read this fanfic years ago I wanna read it again but I forgot the name!! I remember reading it on wattpad and I remember some of the plot it was baekhyun got a job as a stylist in sm and he went to the parking lot he caught chanyeol(who is an idol) in a scandal and I guess he took a pic or something and I guess chanyeol caught him (I forgot the rest) if anyone knows the name plz help

2.  anonymous asked: Hi guys!! Can u please help me find this fic?? It’s about Baekhyun who have a twin brother (or being a clone?) who died and was Chanyeol’s boyfriend and then Chanyeol met Baekhyun and started following him and coming to his house at night but Baekhyun’s father tried to protect him from Chanyeol but baek didn’t listen and started dating Chanyeol without knowing about his brother until he eventually found out about the hole story...

3.  anonymous asked: hi im looking for a chartered chanbaek fic it’s kind of like slow burn ? yixing tao and kris were in a poly relationship if that helps.

Oppa’s not my style by Vampyreunnie

4.  anonymous asked: Do you know the name of this chanbaek oneshot where baek and chan are husbands, but chan pretends he’s cheating on a lover with baek posing as his “secretary”? If you can’t find it that’s fine:)

The Game by VixxsFantasyGirl

5.  anonymous asked: hello!! first thank you so much for this blog!!! you guys do the lords work i swear :)) also if you could help i’m looking for a fic where chanyeol and friends are superrrrr rich and they go to a club where yeol orders a white russian. there’s lactation and its aboverse i’m pretty sure pretty please if you could help me find it i would be so grateful!!!!

may it be I’m in love with my babysitter by ExoKiss

6.  anonymous asked: hi! im looking for this amazing mpreg fic that i think has been deleted but im taking a shot at finding it anyway. i don’t remember all the details but basically c and b are members of exo and b becomes pregnant... i think they try to hide it from the other members (junmyeon especially?) after the others find out and b gets a little farther along he doesn’t participate in group activities as much. to sum it up chanbaek go through a pregnancy while in exo. i hope i didn’t say too much! thank u :)

7.  anonymous asked: Hye can i ask you i dont really remember the title of the fanfic but i know the plot which is baekhyun is fall from the stairs at his office cuz he had an internal fight with lay but chanyeol is his husband. PS: i think that lay is fall in love with baek but he doesnt know that baek is married

8.  anonymous asked: Hi, can you help me find this fic please? I dont remember where I read the fic before. Maybe on AFF. I dont remember the details but there this part where Chanyeol and his daughter got into accident and the kid die. Baekhyun's mother blamed Chanyeol for the lost. But, Baekhyun defended him. And if i'm not mistaken, Baekhyun admitted in hospital.

9. evanzu asked: Hi! I hope you can help me find this fic. It’s a college au, and once they met, Baekhyun sees Chanyeol everywhere and starts thinking that Yeol’s stalking him, he confronts him about this and then Yeol stops hanging with their mutual friends. Yeol gets really sad and stops going out all together and dyes his hair from red to black. Then I think Yeol plays a song on the school radio for Baekhyun, then meet at a park and they go back to Baek’s room (shared with Ksoo). Thank you for your hard work!

What are the chances? by M_EXO

10.  anonymous asked: Hi guys!! So i’m looking for this fic where Baekhyun was a Makeup Artist who worked with idols and one night he met a very drunk Chanyeol and did the thing right away without knowing each other... after that Baekhyun was pregnant of Yeol but Chanyeol refused to take responsibility at first but eventually came around and started taking care of Baek and get to know him... I remember him being a bit jealous of Sehun bcs he became close friend w/ baek... can u help find it please?

11.  anonymous asked: Hi admins! I’m looking for a fic where I think chanyeol gets hurt or attacked and he suspects Baekhyun is the one behind it and a very memorable scene is when chanyeol notices baekhyun starts losing his hair from stress and baekhyun starts going to therapy and chanyeol looks out for him more. If anyone remembers the name it’d be very much appreciated >.<

12.  anonymous asked: Hello! I’m looking for a fic where Chanyeol was heterosexual and a camboy and he and Baek were gonna sleep together while Chanyeol thought Baek was a girl and then he realized he was a boy fast forward after the whole thing he also asked Baek out? I’m pretty sure that it was on AFF if that helps! Thank you for your hardwork :)

13. anonymous asked: hii i was searching for a fic where chanyeol's from the future and he goes to the past to find baekhyun and guide him to the young chanyeol?? i think it started with baek's dog or fish idk his pet's funeral? and then young baekhyun found himself falling in love with both future chanyeol and the one during his time and he didn't know they were the same person

14.  anonymous asked: About some times ago I read a fic where baekhyun was now living with his foster sister and they attend the same school. Later chanyeol attended the school, he was arrogant. He was a singer and his manager was kyuhyun. It is later revealed that they were each others former best friend, they were both half Korean. Baek was in love with him but chanyeol liked his senior Sandara. One day baek leave him after yeol sing baeks confession song to dara. I remember baeks name was earl. Tell me the name

Thanks to @hollycielo, @ icequeenchogiwa for your help!

[aconstellationofmemories]

The Three Phases of Goodbye

Miraxus Week 2020 Day 5: Farewell, Day 7: Future, Bonus Day 1: Fur Coat.

This oneshot is somewhat rushed as I'm on a time constraint (exams, why do thou torture me so?). I drew most of my inspiration from Kyuhyun's "I Don't Love You" and Ella Henderson's "Yours" for Part I and Part II respectively. Highly recommend that you give them a listen!

Also on AO3.

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PART I

The first time it happened, was also the first time he made her cry.

He recalled having fought with Gramps earlier that day. For what reason exactly, he couldn’t remember. Only the phrase, “You’re a Dreyar,” uttered in disgust and the wounded emotions stuck with him.

While the name was held in high regard among the public, to him, it was a burdensome, hefty weight to carry. One he never wanted to.

No matter how strong he grew to be, Gramps was always disappointed in him. From a young age, everyone had placed great expectations upon his tiny shoulders. His father desired him to be powerful. His grandfather wished him to make the family name proud. The world expected him to be the great Dreyar next in line.

Each of them had dreamt a vision of him which he never asked for. All he wanted to be was simply Laxus. Was that too much to ask for?

He could be the strongest mage in Fiore, and Gramps would still let out a long sigh when he glanced at his grandson. Despite his efforts, he would always fall short.

The thought enraged him.

Even more annoyingly, his chest ached a little bit. Why should it? The hell with what Gramps perceived of him.

Unable to stand the sight of the old man or the guild a second longer, he stormed out without a destination in mind.

He just needed to get out.

Later that evening, he sought for some elusive relief at a bar. He threw back a few shots of beer without hesitation. A girl, apparently interested in him, slid into the stool next to him. Her hand on his thigh was an unwelcome sensation, almost as if he was betraying someone. The notion itself was ridiculous. He wasn’t bound to anyone. He seized her up with a penetrating gaze. Surprisingly, she didn’t flinch under his hard stare.

“Are you looking to forget something?” she asked seductively. Her hand, so foreign on his thigh, crawled up higher. “I can make you forget better than that drink.”

He had to admit it, the young lass was pretty. Long, dark tresses framed a slender olive complexion with mesmerising hazel eyes and tempting crimson lips. Her husky voice beckoned him to have a taste of the precious good in front of him. She was an irresistible beauty for most men.

To him, however, she only served as a stark contrast to a certain someone.

Just like how he couldn’t live up to his Gramps’ expectations, this woman could never be compared to the likes of that person.

Before the ambitious hand could progress any further, he grabbed it away from him. “I’m telling you this only once,” he warned, glaring at her. Still confident, she opened her mouth to interrupt him, but he was faster. “Get the hell away from me.”

Sensing the hostility from him, she clammed her mouth shut and wisely withdrew to some other part of the bar.

Thanks to her, his head was filled with images of an ivory-haired woman. Great. As if his day couldn’t get any worse.

“I knew you’d be here.”

The familiar voice halted the ascent of his glass.

“I heard what happened with the Master.” The woman of his imaginations had materialised into the real world and occupied the seat on his right.

“Did the senile old man sent you to check that I wouldn’t cause problems?” he asked sarcastically, his gaze focused on the gold liquid in his glass.

“I was worried about you.”

“Why? Afraid you’d get on his bad book and be demoted?”

Even as the words left his mouth, he knew it wasn’t true. She wasn’t that sort of person. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself from verbally hurting her.

“To other people, you’ve changed into someone else entirely–”

“That’s not wrong. I’m no longer the weak Laxus from before.”

“–but to me, deep down, you’re still the Laxus I knew.”

If he dared to believe it, she might even offer her heart to him.

The thought sent a slither of something eerily similar to fear down his spine.

Her gaze dropped to her hand. It rested upon his chest, directly on top of his heart. Unlike the woman from earlier, her touch didn’t felt repulsive.

“I know you’re not the bad person you make yourself to be. It’s just a defence mechanism to protect yourself. The Laxus I know is a man who cares for his family but doesn’t know how to show it. Because he was denied the love of his parents. He couldn’t show he was sad, because he was expected to be strong.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The steadiness in his voice concealed the uneven rhythms of his his heartbeats. Never in his life would he admit that his heart was trembling. Her words had awakened a part of him it shouldn’t have.

He watched the golden liquid flow around the glass as he twirled it. “If you think I’m hiding my true self like a coward, you’re delusional. This is who I am. Take it or leave it,” he spat.

“You can fool everyone, Laxus, even Master,” she said softly, “but you can’t fool me.”

It was right, she knew him better than anyone else. Even the most hidden part of him.

But he was also acquainted with her darkest secrets and weaknesses, and he wasn’t above wielding his knowledge of them.

Even if using them felt like he was stabbing himself.

Cupping her cheek in his calloused hand, he smirked at her. “Sweet, idealistic Mira,” he said cynically. “I used to like playing with you because you were different.”

“Playing?” she asked softly, in disbelief.

“You were full of spunk and challenged me,” he began, getting closer to her face. “But you changed after Lisanna’s death, and started to poke your nose into my business. It’s bothersome and I’m tired of it.”

“You’re just saying that to hurt me,” she said, her chin quivering.

“Am I not right?” He pinned her a hard stare, merely inches away from her face.

“Is this what you really want, Laxus?” she said, her voice shaking a little.

“Do you not get what I’m saying?” he evaded, then gulped quickly. “Stop meddling in my business,” he snarled, reluctantly dropping his hand. It was the last time he could ever touch her.

A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek. It might as well have dragged him down along with it.

She stared tearfully at him for the final time. Are you really doing this? her gaze asked.

I am, his serious ones returned.

She nodded, then took a deep breath. Glancing down, she turned her back on him and strode away.

Just like that, without a word, she left.

Instinctively, his foot stepped forward to chase after her. His mind stopped his body before he could make another move. Forcing himself to accept what he had done, he closed his eyes and clenched his fists at his sides.

Even Mirajane Strauss was disappointed in him now.

“No, this is not what I want at all,” he confessed.

For some reason, it hurt more than if she had insulted him or hit him. At least if she had done either, it meant she was angry at him. If she hated him, she wouldn’t be in despair because of him.

Overwhelmed by sensations he didn’t want to identify, he mock-laughed at himself.

In the end, even when he grew stronger and bigger, nothing had changed over the years.

He was always alone.

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PART II

The second time, it was him who sought her out.

The sky was painted with shades of apricot as the sun made its glorious descent. The purplish grey hues of dusk was quickly creeping in. He found her by the beach, strolling barefoot absent-mindedly along the sandy path with her sandals in her hands. Strands of ivory locks fluttered in the breeze around her. Her footsteps were slow, making it seem like she was contemplating on something.

What could she be thinking? Was she recalling the events of the day, when he had rebelled against them and attempted to seize control of the guild?

Or was she replaying that moment when he said those disgusting, hurtful words to her?

Words which he wished he could take back.

As much as he wanted, he couldn’t undo the damage they had inflicted. However, there was one thing he could try to redeem himself.

“Hey, Mira.”

That was to start over. He would begin with a greeting and, if she was willing to give him another chance, slowly make his way to becoming closer to her once more. This time, without abusing her trust and faith.

Her footsteps halted at the call of her name. He held his breath in suspense as he awaited her reaction. Would she refuse to acknowledge him? Scold him? Call him names?

As long as she was willing to look at him again, he would be contented with any harsh treatment if it meant he could see her again.

She pivoted on her heels and glanced at him in mild surprise. She tucked a stray lock behind her ears and, to his disbelief, smiled sincerely at him. Even after all he had done, she didn’t hold any hatred for him in her gaze.

“Hey, Laxus.”

Just like that, with merely two words, she had granted him another chance.

He wouldn’t mess it up this time.

“What are you doing here?” he asked softly.

“Just enjoying the sunset,” she responded.

A pregnant silence fell between them, both not giving voice to the words they wanted to say. With the stiff atmosphere surrounding the space between them, you would never guess that they used to be childhood friends. Perhaps even something more than friends.

This had been his doing. What the hell have I done?

“Are your injuries okay?” she inquired, somehow managing to feel concern for him. Typical Mira. Her care knew no limits. He had used that trait against her that night, but in reality it was one of the many things which drew him to her.

“They won’t kill me,” he said. His whole body hurt. He couldn’t move a muscle without experiencing a sharp pull. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. “How are you?” he asked gruffly. Those three words felt foreign on his tongue. But he needed to know regardless.

“Now that I’ve seen you again, I’m doing better.”

He blinked.

“You’re always a family, Laxus.”

“I’m no longer part of Fairy Tail,” he said with a woeful smile. “Gramps exiled me.”

“Even so,” she emphasised, “even after all that, you’ll always be family to us.”

He dropped his gaze. “I...to you...” he began. “The things I’ve said...” Damn it. The words which he wanted to say, words which he meant, why wouldn’t they come out?!

“I know, Laxus,” she said softly, comfortingly.

“No...” he shook his head.

“You don’t have to say them, Laxus. I know.” She gazed at him in understanding. You didn’t mean them, it said.

Not a single word.

It’s okay.

Only it wasn’t. Not to him. Because of his foolish greed, he had broken the already fractured comradeship with his fellow members. On top of that, he ruined the bond which he shared over the years with her.

No, none of it was okay at all.

“It’s not your fault,” she said, as if hearing his thoughts. “Since you’ve walked down the wrong path, from now on, you’ll only go the right one.”

He smiled sadly at her. He hoped that would be the case.

For a long moment, they just stared wordlessly at each other.

“Are you leaving for a long time?” she eventually asked.

“I don’t know,” he said honestly. It was true. There wasn’t any fixed plan, only that he intended to train and do some soul-searching. He couldn’t hurt his loved ones because of his stupidity anymore.

She nodded, then smiled brighter than the blazing star in the sky. He took a photograph of the moment in his mind. The image would last him through the hard times.

“This is not goodbye, right?”

“Yeah. It isn’t.”

“Take care.”

He swallowed. “You too.”

Because he couldn’t bear to see her leave one more time, he took heavy footsteps away from her.

One, then another.

And another.

Until her light floral scent disappeared with the wind.

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PART III

One more hour.

Those were the words he repeated to himself.

Each time he said it, he vowed that he would muster the strength after one more hour.

That had been five hours ago.

Before he knew it, three hundred and seventeen minutes had elapsed since his first deal with himself. A fleeting nineteen thousand and twenty seconds which he hopelessly wished would last forever.

Just a little longer.

His eyes roamed over her features, memorising every little detail. Her loose fringe framing her forehead. The scrunch of her nose when she dreamt. The outline of her eyes. Her slightly parted lip. The sound of her breathing filled the silent morning.

Lying here like this, just watching her sleep, he could live this way forever.

Involuntarily accepting the reality, Laxus rustled slightly in bed and let out a quiet grunt to the silent room. He barely slept a wink the night before. Unlike the dawn which unveiled its dark drapes in anticipation to greet him, he wasn’t eager to commence his day. He moved carefully and as quietly as possible as to not wake her.

When he was dressed, he trudged back to the bed and gazed at her again for several long moments. No matter what, he just couldn’t get enough of her.

Carefully, he lifted his fur coat and covered her with it. It was her favourite. He was going to be away for a while, and it would accompany her in his place during his absence.  Although the coat had grown to be an indispensable part of him over the years, he loved the sight of her being swallowed by it as she wrapped it around her body. Secretly, a part of him found satisfaction in seeing her wearing his clothes. It showed the world that she was his.

All his.

Just like how he was all hers.

Gently touching her soft porcelain cheek, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her fringe-covered forehead. Go, you idiot. It took every last ounce of strength for him to trudge away from her.

He was leaving her again.

But this time, when he returned, he would rewrite their story.

There would be no more goodbyes exchanged between them, only a hello to new beginnings. Together.

He would ask for that forever.

[kpopplayroom]

Super Junior

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Unrequited Love // Leeteuk (A)

Taboo Attraction // Leeteuk (CEO AU)

Anniversary // Leeteuk & Siwon (S)

False Lovers // Leeteuk (S)

Nyctophilia // Leeteuk (S)

Lunchtime Ride // Leeteuk (S)

Cold Shower // Siwon (S)

La Cancion // Siwon (A)

Untitled // Yesung (F)

Winter Confessions // Yesung (F)

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Shindong:  🐷   🐷

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Kangin: 🐻

[k-ryeo]

After Party - Yesung Birthday Oneshot (Soft/Sentimental)

Hyung, wait up!” Kyuhyun calls out as he runs off the stage. Their Beyond Live had just ended, and they have already said goodbye to their fans. Ryeowook was the first to quickly take selfies in his outfit, updating his princesses in his Bubble account.

“The Man of the Hour. Hyung! Let’s take a selfie, come on!” Ryeowook greets as he beckons Yesung over. The three took many pictures, quickly changing back into their normal clothes as they rushed to head out of the building. The concert drained them a little - the mix of emotions the three felt ever since their last concert, which was 5 years ago, and with this year’s terrible situation, it was sad that they couldn’t be with their fans in person. Nevertheless they sure did enjoy it!

Yesung was checking his phone, scrolling through twitter before deciding to post one of the moments in the live. 

“ 소중한 시간 함께해줘서 고마워 #ELF 넌 나의 최애야 💙” he types, quickly putting back his phone in his pocket.

“We’ll see you later, Hyung! Get some rest, okay?” Ryeowook says, giving Yesung a quick hug. They both exchanged a few words, later on joined by Kyuhyun, and parted ways.

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“Happy Birthday Uri Jongwoonie~” Leeteuk says as he steps inside Yesung’s household, cake in hand as he side-hugs Jongjin. His younger brother makes way and Leeteuk greets Melo who came bounding towards his direction. “Hyung, nice of you to make it.” Yesung laughs, greeting Leeteuk.

“I saw a few tweets earlier, telling you to stream our concert,” Yesung laughed. “You went live? What were you doing?” He continues to ask as he leads Leeteuk to the dining room - Kyuhyun, Ryeowook, and Sungmin already sitting down and talking. The four started catching up, as Yesung helped his parents move around. 

His party was simple, just his family and the boys - it was what he was actually liking it, the simplicity and the privacy was something he rarely had - especially since he is an idol. He sets his phone in silent, since it has been blowing up with notifications from the internet. 

Jongjin made Yesung sit down, telling him to not bother since its his birthday after all. It was Yesung’s day, he deserves to be “treated” like a prince.  Time ticks quickly, and soon, everyone was already chatting. The house was lively, laughter and loud male voices took over as they ate dinner together like one giant family. 

When suddenly, they hear a knock at the front door. 

“I thought everyone was here?” Kyuhyun asks. Jongjin offers to get whoever was at the door, but smiled upon returning to the dining room. “Hyung, you won’t believe who’s here.” 

“KIM YOUNGWOON!” Yesung screams, excitedly greeting Kangin who had brought what seemed to be more cake, and a bouquet for the birthday celebrant. “You ass! I thought you said you couldn’t come!” The birthday boy excitedly greets his close friend. 

The rest of the boys cheered, greeting Kangin with bright smiles, still keeping a little bit of distance as they sanitized Kangin off. Still gotta be careful due to the virus and stuff, you know?

The clock struck midnight, and the boys cheered loudly, with Kangin and Kyuhyun excitedly popping open beer bottles to greet Yesung’s birthday with more craziness. 

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It was past midnight, exactly 4am when the liveliness had died down already.  Ryeowook was passed out with Siwon in the couch, Ryeowook’s head on Siwon’s lap. Beside them was a struggling Donghae, wasted as hell, as he tried to attempt taking a video on their current situation. An archiver at heart - he really was. 

Eunhyuk was staring at the ceiling, trying to calm his spinning head as Leeteuk was throwing up in the bathroom nearby. 

Yesung stared at the mess of his bandmates - the same men he learned to call brothers-  even family already, and can’t help but smile softly. The pounding in his head seemed to die down as he stopped moving around and settled for staring at the tangled limbs and bodies in his living room floor and couch. 

He stares at Kyuhyun who was already dozing off with Heechul, thinking about how far their maknae has gone, - they all listened to Kyuhyun’s latest OST, which they kept cheering and teasing him for being such a busy bee lately. He stares at EunSiHae and thinks about their success in their careers - Siwon in his new show, and Donghae and Eunhyuk’s upcoming comeback, and how he laughed earlier as they spoiled  part of their comeback’s choreography.  Heechul’s busy schedule giving him not much time to rest, along with Ryeowook’s musical and busy YouTuber life. 

He stares at Leeteuk on the other side of the couch leaning next to Donghee who was also passed out, thinking about their busy schedules as well. Then there’s Kangin and Sungmin. He missed being with the two -  job wise especially. He hoped the best for the two, wishing them all the success they deserve in life. 

“Hyung, are you crying?” Eunhyuk whispered, his voice groggy as he stared at Yesung with squinted eyes.  “Holy shit you are, oh my god wake up, Hae, Donghae film this-” Eunhyuk wakes Donghae up, only resulting to a snore coming out from Donghae’s lips. 

Yesung tosses a pillow in Eunhyuk’s direction, laughing as he hears the latter’s groan. “Its a happy cry, idiot. Get back to sleep, Hyung feels sleepy too anyways.” Yesung yawns out.

“You better not be lying or else I’ll annoy you even more.” Eunhyuk mutters, crawling over to Yesung’s side and side hugging him. On his right, he feels Kangin rub his shoulder gently. “You’re doing well, Jongwoon, you get better every time I see you everywhere.” He whispers, on the brink of passing out again.

Smiling, Yesung closes his eyes, albeit feeling a little too cramped - he loved it - it reminded him of the old and fun days. He loved it a lot. 

Another birthday crossed off the list and he couldn’t have asked for any other way to celebrate it. 

__________________________________________________________ Hi omg I saw a few clips of the live (wasn’t able to watch it because I didn’t buy the concert) and was really fucking soft at how everything went. Yesung looked so hot in his choker, KRY looks so good in white and pastel colored suits, even KyuWook rapping the rap in Mirror loool xD

Anyways I went and had a Kangin Missing Hours moment the moment I woke up earlier so I wanted to put Kangin and Sungmin in this story, also because this pictures gave me hurt: 

Anyways, yeah I really wanted a soft sentimental birthday oneshot for Yesung, so I did this reminisce thingy. I hope you like it!

[biasedwriting]

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Yesung

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Kangin

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Of Full House and Payments - Donghae

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I’m Lost - Donghae

Charming the Lady - Donghae

Hot Summer - Donghae

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In My Dreams - Donghae

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Thank Santa - Donghae

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