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just-some-random-blogger · 3 years

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What Does It Mean?

SF9 Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader Summary: You were the shining example of oblivious. Perhaps, it was more accurately, insecure, ever since your confidence got spat on by your ex. Regardless, you were mostly just blind to the advances of the two cutest guys in the world. Word Count: 2k+ Warnings: University AU, fluff, angst, reader dumb af, pining, jealousy, love triangle, typos, etc.

A/N: I REALIZED ACTUALLY I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE REQUEST I HAVE IS AND LITERALLY AGREED JUST COS IT WAS FOR JAEYOON AND INSEONG HAHAHAH LOL anyway wtf is a platonic significant other ??? you guys be wilding huh HAHHAA. Anyway anon, I hope you enjoy the way i spun your request hekhek

ALSO i currently have no energy to proof read atm this im sorry for my typos

It doesn't actually matter what I feel.

What mattered was I know that they could not feel that way about me.

These last few days were crazy. Our dorm went on lockdown due to a spike of cases in our area and we were going through an impending decision of whether or not on-campus activities would be continued since the term was ending anyway.

Feelings toward this decision was split because our area had just gotten back to being somewhat normal. I personally didn't mind whatever decision was going to happen because I trusted whatever decision would be made was going to do be for the best, though I was going to miss the benefits that came with being able to go outside again.

And by the way, I meant I knew that neither Inseong nor Jaeyoon felt anything remotely similar to what my friends said they felt towards me.

I mean, why would they when they were popular on campus for being top tier attractive even though half of them have never even seen their faces in person.

What's more they were absolute sweethearts beyond their outward beauty.

And besides, my relationship with them was very superficial, as in I only ever talk to them about school, since I was classmates with Inseong, and dorm life, since it happened Jaeyoon and I shared the same dorm.

I place my hands on my nape and roll my head. I sigh and stretch, proceeding to take a sip of my water and pushing my hair out of my face.

I turn to my clock and find that it's already 1pm. I sigh and stare blankly at my LED screen where my assignment rested.

You know what I could use? Sugar.

I curl up on my desk and grab my phone, skimming through my notifications, debating on ordering some food.

Just then, there is a popup on my phone and it begins to vibrate. There is a video call request and the caller name reads Kim Inseong. I release a breath and answer, "sup?"

Inseong is lied down on his bed, clutching a pillow, "I'm dying."

I snort, "same."

"I was finishing some activates but felt the urge to jump out of the window, so I decided to call you."

I place my head in my hand and purse my lips, "well, I'm very glad you didn't jump out of the window."

He clicks his tongue, "it's an expensive decision."

I chuckle.

"Am I bothering you?" Inseong asks, shifting in his place.

I shake my head, "no. I'm kind of in a slump right now with my own work."

He sighs, "I wish I could help you, but I have no idea how the heck your courses work."

I chuckle, "it's fine. Thanks anyway."

For a moment, we don't speak. It's not awkward though. I set my phone down and turn back to my laptop and attempt to continue with my work.

Just as Inseong speaks, I hear a text notification.

I turn to my phone and find it's from Jaeyoon.

From LEE JAEYOON: 😩😩😩 can i hangout in your dorm

From LEE JAEYOON: im going to die of boredom and loneliness 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

I chuckle and shake my head.

To LEE JAEYOON: 🙄 as if i could stop you if i tried ✋

To LEE JAEYOON: im busy though so

"Who was that?" Inseong asks me as set my phone back down.

"Dormmate," I answer quickly, "errr, I mean... he lives in the floor below my apartment and we go to school together sometimes."

Inseong lingers on the 'he' part of the sentence. I at first don't realize he doesn't reply, cause I'm caught up in the work I was doing. Then in the silence, it occurred to me perhaps he ended the call.

I look over to my screen and see Inseong was no longer lying down and was sat up, running his hands through his hair.

I think nothing of it and turn back to my work. I decide to ask, "what subject are you working on?"

When he doesn't reply, I turn back to my phone and see that he was walking around.

I speak louder, "Inseong?"

He hums, "yeah?"

"What subject are you working on?"

He raises the phone to his face and knits his brows, "what?"

I repeat with a sigh, "are you working on your economics homework, or..."

"Ah, no, no. It's a project for a major subject."

"Ahhh," I nod, "that must suck."

"It does."

I don't get to reply because there is a knock on my door. I look over my shoulder then turn back to my phone screen, "hold on."

I then stand and go to my door, knowingly letting in Jaeyoon that came over, although I didn't say he could. He was wearing a mask and a blanket over his shoulders.

"Annyeong," he says, holding a bag of chips and his own laptop.

I shake my head at the sight of it, "I'm doing my assignment, Jaeyoon."

"I know, I know," he replies stepping in, removing his shoes, "I'll just be here watching a film on my laptop," he responds, all giddy, taking his mask off.

I reply to him as I make it back to my desk, "literally, what's the difference of you watching a film in your dorm and here?" I sit back down and find Inseong looking into the camera as Jaeyoon replies, "uh, you, duh. Your company? Tsk, you're not very smart."

I whip my head to him and glare. Jaeyoon ignores this and chuckles, "you know you love me too."

I reply exasperatedly, "I really don't, Jaengjji."

"There's someone in your apartment?" Inseong asks through the phone.

I hum, "the dormmate I was talking to you about."

Inseong hums and nods, pursing his lips the way he always did. I look at him for a moment but shake my head and go back to work

Jaeyoon overhears this as he sets up on my bed, "is that a classmate?" Without waiting for my response, he screams, "HI CLASSMATE!"

I turn to him and growl, "zip it, you moron."

He turns to me with his toothy smile and nods his head in what he believes to be a cute manner, "sorry." He proceeds to lie on my bed chest down and opens his chips.

"If you make a mess-"

"I won't make a mess!"

I roll my eyes and turn back around.

"Ya," Inseong calls, "do you remember your umbrella?"

"What?" I ask, turning to my phone.

"The one you left the last time you were here?"

I remember and nod, "ah, yeah."

"I should come over and give it back to you."

I knit my brows but continue to type away on my keyboard, "what? Why would you do that?"

Inseong lets out a breath, "well, because I might not get another chance if they tighten the lockdown protocols."

I chuckle, "weirdo," I turn to the camera, "it's just an umbrella. You don't have to come over just for that."

"No," he says, "didn't you say you really liked this umbrella? Your grandma bought it for you."

"Yeah, but it's okay if you keep it till next time. I have, like, two other backup umbrellas here. Plus the one Jaeyoon gave me."

Upon hearing his name, Jaeyoon turns to me and screams, "THAT'S ME! I'M JAEYOON."

I roll my eyes and rub my ears in annoyance.

"Sorry," Jaeyoon mutters.

Inseong clenches his jaw and I knit my brows at his expression, "ya... it's really not a big deal."

"Well, it is to me," he sighs.

I begin to feel bad because of his reaction. For a moment, I think he'll get over it. He can get pretty petty. As the minutes pass though with him remaining still and silent on the other line, I can't help but sigh. I wipe my face and nod, "you know, if you really want to... you can give me my umbrella back. It's really not a big deal though. Don't you live across campus?"

Inseong perks up and raises his hand, shaking it, "no. It's not a big deal if I go there. I need the exercise anyway, and I don't want you to lose your cute umbrella."

I chuckle at his use of use.

"I'll be right over then," he says.

I nod and hum, "okay. Bye."

"Bye."

Once I end the call, Jaeyoon comes up next to me and brings up his bag of chips as an offering. As he crunches on some, he casually asks, "classmate?"

I turn to him and nod, taking some chips and stuffing it in my mouth.

"Have I met her before?"

I shake my head and brush off some crumbs off my fingers.

Jaeyoon nods and continues his questions, "are you two the same major?"

"No, we have the same gen-ed classes," I say turning back to my laptop, "his name, by the way, is Kim Inseong."

Jaeyoon stills and buffers, mid eating. He chews on his food and quickly swallows, clearing his throat, "you're friends with a guy?"

I knit my brows at that and don't turn to him, "what? Like you're special?"

Jaeyoon deflates and sits down on the floor next to me, "well, yeah... I think I'm pretty special."

I can't help but chuckle at him. I look down at him and smile, patting his head, "don't worry, you can still be cute even though you're not special."

Jaeyoon knits his brows and gets on his knees, moving closer to me, "so, he's not special either, right?"

I roll my eyes, "haven't we established that I don't think anyone can be special to me since my ex treated me like shit."

Jaeyoon scowls, crushing some of the chips in the bag. He rips off the blanket off his shoulders and throws his blanket to the bed, "I'm going to beat that jerk up if I ever see him."

I nod, "please do."

Jaeyoon sighs then goes back to his movie; I go back to my work.

There is a comfortable silence between us for a while, but it is broken by a knock on the door.

Even with his earphones on, Jaeyoon is extremely sensitive to sound. He, in fact, notices it though I don't. He pauses his movie and pulls one earphone out. He asks, "did you order anything."

"What?" I turn to him in confusion.

"There's someone at the door," he says, pulling the other earphone and standing. He grunts and heads to the door. I watch him as he walks off and sequentially opens the door.

Jaeyoon's demeanor quickly shifts when he is faced with someone equally as tall and seemingly as old as him. He closes the door slightly and knits his brows, "can I help you?"

Inseong does not take kindly to his stiff tone and mimics his expression, placing his hands, which was gripping an umbrella, behind his back. It was pretty obvious, even though Inseong was masked, that he was clenching his jaw before he answered, "yeah. Can I talk to the person who lives here?"

Jaeyoon does not take kindly to his stiff tone either, "why?"

I knit my brows, wondering what was taking Jaeyoon so long, up until I dawns on me it was probably Inseong out there. I stand and jog over to the door, coming up behind the tall man blocking my view and peeping outside from under his arm, which I had to lift up to do so.

Jaeyoon flutters at this, smiling softly. Inseong knits his brows in annoyance

I smile at the sight of the other tall outside and call, "Brainseong, you're here."

Jaeyoon hates how this 'Brainseong' person melts at that.

Inseong turns to me and shows me my red umbrella.

I smile and shove Jaeyoon away using my hips, "thank you," I say taking my umbrella from him, "do you want to come in?"

Inseong doesn't miss a beat, "yeah, actually, I'm a little thirsty."

I nod at this and open the door for him, pointing to my shoe rack, "put your shoes here. I'll get you a glass of water."

Jaeyoon watches every move Inseong makes as he takes his shoes off. I catch his grim expression.

I give him a look and slap his chest. Jaeyoon turns to me, suddenly looking like a lost, wounded puppy. I shake my head and turn away, "by the way, Inseong, this is Lee Jaeyoon, the dormmate I told you about."

Jaeyoon puffs his chest at the idea he was mentioned before, then crosses his arms.

"Jaeyoon, this is the classmate I told you about: Kim Inseong."

Inseong looks to Jaeyoon and feels smug about the idea he was talked about before.

Jaeyoon catches Inseong's expression and notes, "how could I forget, you just told me about him a few minutes ago."

I knit my brows at that, not understanding why he felt the need to say it.

Inseong clears his throat, "me too."

I turn to Inseong as he continues, "you didn't have to tell me about him since you just talked about him on our most recent face time a while ago."

Inseong and Jaeyoon look at each other.

I look between them and purse my lips, "okay then... I'm going to get you a glass of water."

The two follow after me. I had Inseong a cup. He drinks it and puts his mask up right after. Jaeyoon, who say a glimpse of his face, thinks he's not even good looking.

"You can take your mask off, if you want," I say.

Inseong shakes his head, "no, no. I'm not staying-"

Jaeyoon smirks to himself.

"-we're going to facetime until midnight anyway."

Jaeyoon's face drops. He grips his hands.

I make a face at Inseong, "I swear if you just jinxed me--"

Inseong raises his hands and chuckles, quickly stealing a look from Jaeyoon, "what? You always fall asleep halfway anyway."

Jaeyoon chuffs and buts in, "ya."

I turn to Jaeyoon and raise my brows.

"I'm going to order some food. What would you like?"

I break into a smile, "are you treating me?"

"I should, since you've been working so hard."

I break into a grin and squeal, running up to Jaeyoon and gripping his arm, "wahhhhh, thank you, Jaeeeeeeyoooooonnn."

Jaeyoon smiles blissfully. Inseong rolls his eyes, "I'll go now."

I halt my actions and turn to Inseong, letting go of Jaeyoon and jogging up to him. I walk him to the door and grip his arm, "thanks again for giving me back my umbrella, Inseong."

He turns to me and pats my head, "anything for my favorite partner."

I snort at that.

He quickly puts his shoes on and I was about to say one more goodbye, but Jaeyoon calls for me, "garlic chicken and cheese, right?"

I turn over my shoulder and call back, "yes, please, thank you."

"And plain fries?"

I break into a wide grin and call back, "well if you insist."

Jaeyoon walks over to me and smirks with a phone to his ear, "how could I ever deprive you of your favorite?"

I shake my head at his teasing and decide not to reply.

Inseong clears his throat from outside and raises his hand, "I'll get going now."

Jaeyoon watches Inseong smugly from inside the apartment. Inseong looks at him then looks at me as I say, "thanks again for all the trouble you went through for my umbrella."

"No worries. It's not a big deal."

I shake my head, "no, it is to me."

Inseong smiles behind his mask.

Jaeyoon snorts and turns away.

Before I can close the door, Inseong calls, "ah."

"Hmm?" I open the door as I was closing it.

Jaeyoon knits his brows and turns back to Inseong.

"Are we still on for Saturday?" Inseong says a little louder than needed.

I pull my head back, "yeah, why wouldn't we be?"

Inseong nods his head, "ah, nothing. Just making sure."

Jaeyoon makes a face upon hearing that.

With that, Inseong gives one last wave and walks back.

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lunnanunna · 2 years

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Don’t Go

SF9 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Summary: Miyoung was missing the two oldest who enlisted and the rest of her members are there for her.

Warnings: light swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @many-gay-magpies @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180 @frankenstein852 @jenseok17 @keijikunn @glitteringcoffeefreak

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open. Feedback is welcomed.

Miyoung sat on her bed reading. She had recently picked up No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and was loving it. She was definitely going to reread it.

She reached for her coffee that she had on her bedside table as she reread the last bit of the current chapter she was on. She really liked the style of this author. Though she had really been liking a lot of different styles lately, seeing as she had been filling her time with reading lately. If she wasn’t filming for her channel, she was reading.

All this reading may or may not be her way of coping. (Coping with Youngbin and Inseong being gone due to enlistment.) Miyoung had no idea how she was going to deal with all of her members, if only two had enlisted and she was struggling.

Basically, in Miyoung’s mind, if she spends less time with her members now, it’ll hurt less when they leave. Was it working? Of course not. She was miserable. And she was pretty sure that her members were starting to worry, which was never a good thing.

Miyoung startled when the door to her room opened. Looking up, she saw Seokwoo and Sanghyuk walk in. She was not ready for whatever shenanigans they were about to bring, but judging by their faces, Miyoung knew that there was no way for her to avoid it.

“What do you want?” she asked, closing her book. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the two. They in turn, side-eyed each other then smirked as they walked over to her.

“We miss you,” Seokwoo said, pouting.

“We saw each other this morning,” Miyoung shook her head.

“Yeah, in passing. After you got your coffee, you came back in here and haven’t left ever since,” Sanghyuk whined, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

Miyoung shrugged, picking at a loose thread of her sweat shorts.

“Mimi, we’re not scolding you. It’s just that this has been happening a lot. Other than practice, we’ve barely seen you,” Seokwoo said, sitting on the floor next to where she was on the bed.

She shrugged again.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding us?” the taller of the two asked.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Miyoung was quick to respond.

“Really, now?” Sanghuyk asked, raising his own brow at the girl.

“I’m not! I’ve just been busy,” Miyoung shrugged, though she wasn’t sure if that was going to hold up in court.

“Reading doesn’t count, Mimi. Plus you’re a fast reader. So when you’re done with a book you should have plenty of time to hang out with us,” Jaeyoon said from the doorway.

Miyoung glared at him as he walked through, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. This was starting to feel like an intervention of sorts.

“What is this?” she asked, waving vaguely at everyone as they sat at her desk, her bed, or on the floor.

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Taeyang said, climbing over her to sit between her and the wall.

“An intervention,” Chanhee nodded.

“We don’t know what’s going on exactly, but last time you pulled away from us, you were being assaulted,” Juho said.

Miyoung stilled. They were right. She scoffed at herself, breaking her promise of always coming to them no matter what.

“You think this is funny?” Youngkyun asked, frowning.

“Listen, we can’t read you the way Youngbin-hyung can. We don’t know what’s wrong, but we can at least see that something’s wrong,” Juho said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m laughing, but not because it’s funny. It’s because I thought I had changed, but I didn’t. I’m still hiding things and possibly leading to trouble,” Miyoung said, running her hands through her hair.

The boys looked at each other then back at Miyoung, as Taeyang spoke up. “Then tell us.”

Miyoung covered her face with her hands. She could feel her face heating up. The fact that she was pulling away from them because she didn’t want to have to deal with the emotions that will come with them enlisting, was embarrassing.

“Are you in trouble?” Juho asked.

The visual looked up, shaking her head, “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Then what?” Sanghyuk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” she answered, shrugging. Miyoung chewed on her lip, looking at her hands.

At that, the boys all looked at each other. Deeming it better that she feel embarrassed over unsafe, they agreed to wait for her.

“Then you don’t have to tell us now,” Seokwoo said.

“As long as you’re not in any danger,” Chanhee added.

Miyoung looked up at them. She could tell that they meant it, but now she was feeling guilty. There’s no reason she couldn't tell them. It’s not like they’d make fun of her.

She took in a deep breath then spoke up, “I don’t want you guys to go.” It came out mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Taeyang asked.

Miyoung shrugged, “Enlistment.”

“Oh, Mimi,” Sanghyuk said, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. She curled up, hiding her rapidly flushing face in his chest.

“Wait, Young-ah. Do you miss Youngbin and Inseong?” Jaeyoon asked.

Miyoung nodded her head.

“And now you’re already thinking about how you’ll miss us too when we go?” Youngkyun asked.

She nodded again.

“I know that this is a serious thing for you, but God damn, this is fucking adorable,” Juho smiled.

Miyoung groaned. “Don’t make fun.”

“We’re not,” Taeyang said from behind her and Sanghyuk. He ran his hand through her hair.

“Noona, we’re not all leaving at once. You’ll never be alone,” the maknae assured.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I won’t miss each of you when you leave,” she pouted.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You were embarrassed to tell us?” Jaeyoon asked.

“Sort of. But it was mostly because I figured if I spent less time with you guys, I’d grow less attached and it’s hurt less,” she confessed.

“Okay, my turn to hold our cute Mimi,” Seokwoo said as he pulled Miyoung from Sanghyuk’s lap and onto his. Sanghyuk squawked as she was pulled away. Miyoung on the other hand, flushed again as she was being handled like a ragdoll. (It was always like that when it came to cuddling with these boys.)

Once in the tallest member’s lap, she was turned to face the rest of her members, much to her embarrassment. Seokwoo wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. Miyoung squirmed.

“I’m going to tell you right now, Miyoung, that your plan was going to backfire on you so badly,” Juho said.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

“Listen, Noona. All you need to know is that you’ll never be alone, and we won’t be gone forever. Two years will fly by before you know it. Plus half of us aren’t due to enlist for years,” Youngkyun said.

Miyoung nodded. She knew all that. Still, that didn't stop her from not wanting them to go. “I know.”

“Then let’s focus on the now. Yeah the hyungs aren’t here now, but we’ll keep in contact and they’ll visit too,” Taeyang said.

“Youngbin-hyung will definitely come back if he hears that Miyoung was crying over him,” Seokwoo spoke into her neck, chuckling.

“Yah! I’m not crying over him,” Miyoung protested.

“At the moment, but if you’re missing them that bad, I can only imagine how many times you’ve had to stop yourself from crying,” Chanhee smirked.

Miyoung pouted, “Maybe it would be better if you all left.”

“You don’t mean that,” Taeyang said with a knowing look.

“No. No, I don’t,” Miyoung shook her head, frowning. The others chuckled.

“Okay. Okay. That's enough pouting. How about we order takeout and watch a movie then we can prove to Mimi that she’ll never be alone?” Jaeyoon suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Seokwoo said, standing up. He threw Miyoung over his shoulder and followed the others to the living room.

“Mimi, we love you,” Taeyang smiled, looking at Miyoung who was hiding her blush behind her hands.

“I love you guys too,” she mumbled out. She smiled despite herself.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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SF9's reaction: cockwarming

Genre: fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut

Characters: SF9!

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here!

Youngbin:

Plays in pairs

When you first present the idea to him, given that the circumstances are of a light atmosphere, you'll fluster him, impeccably. His cheeks will turn pink and he'll maybe giggle a little and cover his mouth out of shyness but he won't be averted to the idea. He loves it but you just caught him off guard ahaha. When it's under a serious circumstance, like you are describing what you would like to try out, he would seriously contemplate your idea. He won't seal the deal if he doesn't like it the first time around. He'll try for a second to give it a chance. During your first time trying this out, it'll be spontaneous. Like you are watching a movie or a documentary and you or him decide that you want to give it a try. He'll firmly hold your waist as you settle onto him. If you are horny, you wait for a few minutes before you think, 'Enough of this' and rock him out of this world. What could he say? If you aren't, it'll be peaceful. But there's a dilemma. If you are sitting on the sofa, you can't see the screen. But you want to watch (sad). He'll say, ''It's okay'' and switch off the tv and it will resume in the bedroom. Just a beautiful atmosphere where you have deep conversations. He'll listen to your insight and internally marvel at how your perspective and compliment them with some of his own. It's like turn-taking, an essential part of a relationship where you go back and forth, speaking about one topic to the end of it where you have nothing to say anymore and then you'll move onto the next. It'll go on for ages, till the two of you are hungry. When the two of you go the kitchen to make something, he'll do what he couldn't do when the two of you were cock warming. The same thing may happen when the two of you are about to fall asleep, the lack of lights appeal to his other side, love-making.

Inseong:

This one is a funny bunny

It's a routine for you to cock warm after sex just like when he's on the laptop, surfing the net at the dinner table and you are sat on his cock, back to his chest, keeping him warm. After sex, it's a gateway to another round, on the bed or in the shower or to sleep in that position but not cock warm. He would love cock warming in the morning if it's cold then, probably in your balcony or in the kitchen, hugging you from behind and trailing his hands to your tummy and chest every now and then. He would love when you capture when you capture his lips in a sweet embrace, beginning a long make-out session when he's in you. If he's horny, you can bet that he's going to tell you about it. ''Babe'', he places a delicate kiss on your neck, ''tell me'' you moan out. His hands have already found your tummy and trailed downward, rubbing your clit but not to just merely stimulate you, to see if you are wet as he imagines you to be. He loves you. He's going to make love to you, to see those expressions on your face and feel you around him, holding you in his arms till the two of you have exhausted yourselves out which could one round or more than one. I can imagine you and him in the kitchen, he's got you pressed against the counter and that's how the cock warming while horny scene may play out. Another one is when abroad, maybe in a hotel or airbnb, he'll have you in his arms but that's not how it starts. He'll be playful about it, surprising you with a hug from behind, kissing the spot near to your ear, whispering some *interesting* innuendo into your ear, it makes you laugh anyway. A couple of seconds later, he's turning you around, kissing your tummy and inner thighs all the way till he's on his knees, he'll make sure to nuzzle his nose against your panties and lick a stripe at the material, slowly pulling them down. Arousal buzzes through you because he's telling you, ''fuck, baby you taste so good, stay still for me'' or something like that, it's a little muffled because he is preoccupied in drawing you to pleasure and pleasure and then release. He'll eat you out multiple times or till your knees buckle, depending on whether you had sex previously and then just maybe, in a moment driven by passion, he'll carry you to the sofa and that's where you'll cock warm, giggling to one another of what just happened, what you want to do afterwards. Wrap your legs around his waist, press him against the sofa and lift your hips again, he'll start the process again, all while laughing. It's just light-hearted.

Jaeyoon:

Absolute sweetheart/ dream husband

In this scenario, let's say that he is your husband. When you suggest cock warming, he's a little uncertain (by his little frown) but also inquisitive (by his questions), *Frowning* ''What is it about?'' would be the situation, he would look very cute when he asks. Presumably the two of you would be cuddling and you happened to stumble onto this conversation, he would not be shy, just like, 'You have an idea, let's hear it then!', also like an explorer, he's willing to try new things even if it means pushing his boundaries a little bit. But, this does not fall into that category of pushing boundaries. Maybe pushing his patience if he's horny. The latter scenario is guaranteed to occur at multiple points of time. You'll be lying on your side with his cock in your ass, it's a little jerk that alerts you or his hands that begin to wander everywhere like kissing your neck, then your lips and his hands have already begin to stimulate your clitoris. You moan into the kiss and then he knows and he smiles into the kiss while rocking his hips against yours. Everything is forgotten in the background. Unless it's life-threatening. Like food can burn or you could watch three episodes on netflix that you aren't truly watching, he's not stopping till the both of you are tired to the bone and have released multiple times. Quite the sweetheart though, he'll get up and shake himself if he's about to fall asleep the next minute and he'll grab a cloth for you like you protest but he says as he's already getting up, ''no, stay there, I've got it!''. You smile and slump and he cleans you, tosses it away and then climbs on top of you, pulling you into his arms. If he can, he'll try the idea of cock warming and spoon you throughout the night but if he can not, he'll definitely do it the next day. He's committed to the plans he makes or what's going on at that moment. Let's say you have an argument, you are trying to smooth things out, ruffle out misunderstandings and you won't talk it out with sex but communicate to him about it. The night will end in cock warming, to bring you closer and then it's all jokes from there, especially about the argument, it's either you teasing him or the other way around and that's how you fall asleep: content.

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

He has his days.

On a day when he's tired, to the bone maybe, he's come back from work and you want to cuddle, using the idea of cock warming to propose the intimacy you want to feel during the night that you couldn't during the day, I'm sure that he'll do it for you. If he does not fall asleep immediately, he'll caress your backside, admiring the way the flesh conforms to his grasp. He loves all of you. He will pepper kisses along your neck, down your collarbone and to your breasts, sucking your erect buds but he won't touch your centre. He likes to go slow, never stopping these moments with you or he'll take you in the morning. At times like these, he loves when you touch him, just your touch on his skin, turning heated. When you are making out, it would be your tug on his hair, like urgency for more or roaming your hands all over him or tracing his hair from his navel to the band of his underwear would be his favourite save for the best of all, when you direct how everything goes. If he does fall asleep immediately, it'll be after he kisses you. During this time, regardless of whether you were cock warming or not, he would love for you to tangle your fingers in his hair, it lulls him to sleep and even to sleep in your chest, being the small spoon, he would absolutely love it. He has trouble sleeping alone but when he's with you, it's not the case. When he stretches you out after days of not having sex, he tries to hold himself back from releasing, the wait and foreplay was enough to spiral his mind, gasping in your ear. But if you are too tired, he'll take it into consideration, seriously and hold back from lifting his hips off yours and filling you up. When he cock warms just to end the day comfortably, it will turn it into sex if the two of you contain some semblance of energy and are away from that playful and teasing mood, with hours on end before you sleep. It will be just the feeling of his cock filling you up, holding you to the bed with your legs wrapped around his waist, whispering how much he loves and that you are doing well, growling and stilling, your release triggering his, holding you when you are tired or in between rounds decorates the night. He holds your hand when you have sex, always, if your hands aren't roaming his body, feeling it. Otherwise, he'll hold you, preferably with all of your clothes off, no material between the two of you, you two speak about your day, the present and the future. It could even be a tickle session that ensues. The atmosphere will be lively, especially with his jokes and teasing and all the loves he has to offer.

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Prince of visuals, no?

Since he has such visuals, let's imagine that he takes you on a yacht (ya-ch-ht; hard time spelling that folks 🥵 + why do people go on a yacht? I'm struggling to think of a reason?). Seokwoo's marvelling over your amazement at the beauty of the ocean, the clear blue waters and occasional shade of the fish passing by. He even jokes that he hopes ''no shark gets the two of you'' and then laughs at your expression. Please, he's trying, don't throw him overboard :/. You enjoy the heat some more before he's by your side again, the yacht is paused, it gives you ideas. As soon as he's sat by your side, you take to straddle him, therefore effectively cutting him off. The surprise is evident on his face but his hands are resting on your backside, getting comfortable there. He groans out when your lips touch his neck, nipping the flesh to give him love bites which earns those husky groans of his. They send vibrations down your spine, tingling your core with wetness. With such a beautiful scenery surrounding the two of you, it's easy to fix your eyes on two places and think about how beautiful either are. He intimately hugs you, sucking an area on your breast, removing it from your top and placing the perk bud into his mouth, the act itself is hot and you grind down on him, not holding back your moans because of the silence of the ocean, save for the splashing of waves. You ride him, letting out sweet fucking moans, whimpering in his ears for him that it's so good, you can't get enough. When you are all sweaty, you cock warm in the shade, making out. It's a very soft moment, like sealing the deal? He wants to make you happy and he'll do stuff for you to achieve it. Cock warming is bonding for the two of you, to spoon and gossip about the other rich couples that you saw or speak about your day or just lay there, in each other's arms, enjoying the moment. When it's cooler, he would be okay to cock warming in a public space such as underneath a tree on a beach. You may be a bit far from the sea but you can smell it which makes you happy. It's a very calming day when you are tucked in his arm, leaning on his chest with his cock buried deep inside of you, feeling a little chilly but you are covered by a blanket. All in all, it's private for the two of you.

Zuho I Baek Juho

Cat man 🦸‍♂️

He would love to cock warm indoors, when his cats are sleeping, safely tucked in their beds as you are in each other's arms. It'll be quiet, you can only hear what's outside, maybe the train passing by or vehicles or pure silence which is hard to come but not impossible. If something's disturbing you like traffic, heavy honking, he's not for it and he'll move you two to somewhere else like the bed or on his studio chair. If you are tired and want to cock warm while he is producing, he'll hold you close to him and ignore the cramp in his legs. When he sees you sleep, he'll go soft and admire your prettiness, not forgetting to wrap a blanket around you. When it's silent, a relaxing atmosphere in which you can fall asleep easily, it's where cock warming will occur the most. An example could be in a space by the windows in a high-rise building or if the place was in a non-busy area like the countryside. There are occasional noises, some make you perk up while other's make you laugh, all while intimately spooning with him. You tell him: it's an indescribable feeling but you will try explaining. Don't be scared, he'll love your words. Relating cock warming to something and being subtle instead of explaining outright would prompt his chest to blossom with love from you, it's the feeling you've brought out from him and to in expressing his feelings, he may cry a little and kiss you like 'Can you feel this love I feel for you? I love you'- is what he is trying to say through the kiss. It's a very wholesome moment, your confessions to each other, spoken beautifully. He would also love to cock warm bare, without any clothes so that the two of you can be purely intimate and he loves your body. If you don't or lack appreciation for your fine self, he'll initiate cock warming if you aren't already and kiss your body and squeeze the parts he can't reach like his appreciation for your butt/ breasts/ stomach or whichever one it is that you are conscious of/ don't love as much as possible. And the opposite too! If he's not feeling okay or feels conscious of himself (pressure from people telling him how artists should look?), cock warming would be a way for you two speak about it whilst loving one another at the same time.

Yoo Taeyang:

What a precious guy

May be confused about the concept at first, even awkward the first time you attempt this, it takes him a little while to get used to this scenario: laying on the bed in each other's arms after carefully navigating your limbs around, his cock in you, completely. But he warms up, he'll make sure that you are comfortable and will also love to take this concept elsewhere, like the living room when you watch tv. When he's tired, he may not be able to carry it out simply because he has no energy or he may be horny (head) but not (body), it happens~ When that happens, he wakes you up with kisses, all over your body and he'd do this, regardless of what happened the previous night, it's automatic for him. Another scenario would be when he is bored, laying around doing nothing and fumbling for something to do, he'd initiate cock warming, that little sigh when he slips into you, relief. From there, he may definitely not hold himself back, the two of you would end up having sex. If it's you and he's doing something and you want to sit on his cock, he'll set down what he is doing and let you. As you hold onto him, he'll notice your whimpers, softly decorating his ear, letting him know how much you want him. He'll tease you till you are hiding away in the crook of his neck or playfully hitting him but he'll satisfy your desires all night. It's for you. However, when he does want to cock warm, he'll snuggle into you, nestling his head over yours. Little touches, lingering over your waist will be presented to you, as well as his admiration for your body. He'll cock warm in your sex or ass. When it's in your ass, he'll take his time admiring your ass, your breasts, any place he can place a kiss on really but he's not really kissing, he's looking and telling you how much he loves you.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Resident cutie

He's got you in the palm of his hand especially because of that cute face, cute expressions, cute mannerisms, overall a very lovable guy. Can be awkward sometimes but it's okay because his loving personality makes up for it. Is also a shy little bean at first which makes you want to shower him with lots of love and praise. Glady accepts your kisses and hugs, gets shy when you first do them but eventually reciprocates them. To the point where it's comfort, safety and that you can be vulnerable with each other. *This is quickly turning into a boyfriend! Hwiyoung*. It's something that he suggests, the idea of cock warming. Really your jaw should drop when you hear it from your boyfriend. After a sex session, when the both of you are all sweaty and won't go for another round, he wouldn't mind if you were on your knees, keeping his cock warm with your mouth. He could be leaning back on the seat, going through his favourite sites while you sit in between his legs, ignoring the ache in your thighs. He would have you cock warming naked, bare for him and only him to see while he himself is fully clothed. That session could have potentially included bdsm, in a separate room that you have specially for it and this time, you could have been flogged, denied your release or being used, whatever your fantasies may be. It could also be the opposite way where you are the dom. In that case, it would be a command or a form of bonding where he will be punished if he moves when he is in your sex or you cuddle and speak to one another about the session, respectively. If bdsm is not included, then he would love to cock warm! To him, he gets to be with you and speak to you- whatever it may be about. For example, it could be deep, philosophical conversations or you both cuddle and sleep. Either way, he likes spending time with you especially in such a quality manner.

Chani:

*insert a gulp and a surprised face*

Remember that SF9 was discussing about mature concepts as a part of planning for their Kingdom stages and the editors used a fish filter to emphasise Chani's round eyes or rather, his innocence. ''HUh!??!'' is his brain, whirring away like an air conditioner at an office, rolling round and round when you propose this concept. He goes blank and you just sit back, waiting patiently. It has come to this moment. But his smile grows and it keeps on growing till he's unexpectedly pulling you onto his lap and connecting your lips. He knows that you should discuss it first but first, he wants to have you as close as possible when you discuss this. At first, he's peppering kisses on your face with you giggling, telling him that you want to continue and then he says, ''one moment baby'' before he swoops in for your lips. You reciprocate the passion, the moment is neither heated nor too soft, just in between and you have a make-out session for a couple of minutes. He doesn't know why, it's random but the both of you are loving it, like an initiation ceremony into a new stage of your relationship. And here were all along, navigating blind (👀🚫). It's planned with enough space for creativity. You are on the bed and you squeeze his shoulders when he presses at your entrance and fills you up. You wait to adjust to him. At first he's like, ''This it?'' and you have to laugh at that, quite true that you also though the same thing. Soon he's kissing you all over, sucking your nipple and the area around it, turning it a shade darker: he's teasing you, taking his time till he's done cock warming. He tells you that he would love to try out cock warming in your ass sometime and then it's all giggles from there. You ask, ''did you search-'', cut off by his fingers that circle your clit and press, drawing a gasp or a hitch of the breath from you. Then he starts to rock his hips and you know that cock warming is over, at least for now. He's hovering on top of you and losing control over his thrusts and spilling into you later on. A common scenario would be when he's playing games and you are sitting on his cock, maybe sleeping or doing something else, unbeknownst to his friends that he's speaking with on his headset.

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tobesensation-9 · 4 years

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‘Stay Close’ (Any of the 9 x Reader)

Because smut for some reason, helps me get my creative spark back. (Also this is my second time writing this because my laptop hates me for some reason and just deleted the wonderful original masterpiece.)

Genre: Smut (Cock warming turned into sensual sex.)

Synopsis: The two of you decide to try cock warming for the first time.

Oh off days. They were wonderful treasures that many people took for granted, or didn’t, depending on how you viewed it. One either enjoy the precious joy of an off day and spent it doing more work. But there are also those who spent them doing things that ultimately wouldn’t benefit them, like being coach potatoes.

The perfect off days were the days where you can just be with your partner. It didn’t matter what the two of you did together, whether that be streaming shows, cooking, bike riding, or fixing up your herb garden, it was amazing.

Pitter-patters fill the room as you walk back to the bed after having showered. You threw on some underwear and on of his t-shirts as you craddled yourself back into the bed, leaning back up against him like how you did last night.

You thought he was sleep until you feel him snake his arms from behind you and pulls you close to him, craddling his face in your neck.

He takes a deep breath, taking in the smell of you. He loved the smell of you, the lavender vanilla scent that never seemed to escape you. That could never escape him because it was engrained into his mind. Breathing out he sighs out a grumbled “Jagi,” into your neck. The softness of his lips along with the tingling from his breathing tickles your neck.

“What,” you giggle. “Let’s try something.”

Whenever the two of you wanted to try something, and didn’t voluntarily explain further without hearing a response, you had an idea of what it was.

“Try what?”

He starts to gently kiss your neck and caress your thighs at your question. “When I put it in, I have to stay still. Do you think we can do it?”

“Cock warming?”

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to try for a little while now.”

He then gently starts to suck and tug the end of your ear lobe. He slips his head down back to your neck and spreads more kisses. With this alone you start to breathe heavily unraveling at his movements.

With how he was making you feel, you didn’t see how you the two of you were going to do this and not move at all.

Using his hands to move one of your legs up, bending it to give him better access to your heat, he starts to strip the few articles of clothing that separates the two of you.

Before the two of you even started, the intensity was already too unbearable. Once he frees himself, you move your hand back to guide him into you. As he glides in, both of you sigh out a moan. When all the way in, he wraps his arms around you tighter than he had before. Whilst you use one hand grab onto to his t-shirt and the other to hold one of the arms that holds you. Lying there the two of you try your best to not move. But as each second went by, the harder it was to not want to move.

Even the subtle movement of your breaths had become teasing friction that made the two of you want to move. It was subtle, it was enough to make twitch inside of you. Which your body immediately and involuntarily responds to with a clench and thats when you knew, you couldn’t stay still.

Right as you gently start to push back against him, he just as gently rocks into you. The both of you moaning together and being able to breathe. But the gentle rocking quickly but gradually turn into tender pounding that leaves you without being able to find a voice to moan. Pound after pound, thrust after thrust, the both of you were unraveling, coming to a close.

Shudders take over your body as you melt into bed, falling away from earth.

Once the two of you come back to your senses, you giggle. “I knew we wouldn’t be able to stay still.” He giggles back in response to you has you both get comfortable and ready to fall back to sleep.

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kpophours · 5 years

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A Piece of Heaven (M)

➵ SF9: Jaeyoon x fem. reader / one shot, college AU / fluff, smut / REQUESTED

➵ warnings: explicit mentions of sex, slight cursing

➵ word count: 4.4k

When Jaeyoon sees you for the first time, your hair looks like a birds nest, your face is blotchy and your eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

You're on the edge of a nervous breakdown, Inseong says, when your eyes focus on Jaeyoon with alarming force. “You can help me, right?”, you sound as if you're about to kill someone - that someone being Inseong, who has somehow managed to delete your entire research paper with just one click.

Jaeyoon smiles at you, trying to look more confident than he actually feels right now. He’s by no means a tech pro, but he knows his way around. “Let me see.”, he simply states, claiming the space beside you and taking the laptop from you. He notices your nervousness, hands fluttering around, fingers clenching and unclenching, grasping for something to hold onto.

“Another coffee, maybe?”, Inseong asks, voice tiny. You ignore him, biting your lips until you draw blood.

“Relax.”, Jaeyoon murmurs, shooting you a wink, “I can fix this.” Probably. But he doesn’t say the last part out loud.

You take in a deep breath and shake your head. “It… It’s just… This was so much work.” Your voice sounds tearful and Inseong’s face contorts into a guilty expression. “Jaeyoon is a pro. He’ll have it fixed in no time, don’t worry.”, he says soothingly, looking at his best friend with pleading eyes. But Jaeyoon is already deeply focused, trying to get into the backup system and save your thesis.

It takes him an hour and even then, not everything can be salvaged – only an earlier version with some mistakes still in it, but you're over the moon nevertheless. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou”, you repeat over and over again, making him flush.

“It was nothing.”

“You’re my lifesaver!”

“Really, it was-“

“Don’t you dare say nothing again! You saved my whole paper!”

“Well, not all of it-“

“Jaeyoon!”

He grins at you, dimples flashing. Now you're the one to blush. “Okay, okay. I am your lifesaver.“

„So I guess I was the hitman or what...”, Inseong murmurs, arms crossed over his chest, pouting.

You shoot him a dark look. “No, you’re just clumsy, old man.”

As a real thank you, you invite Jaeyoon over to the apartment you share with a friend to cook dinner for him and serve him drinks. That evening marks the beginning of a fast blossoming friendship, the both of you finding the other easy to talk to, sharing the same sense of humor and a lot of interests.

It doesn't take long for Jaeyoon to be unable to ignore the way his stomach flutters whenever he sets eyes on you. But he doesn’t know what to do about it – he talks to Inseong, but the slightly older man simply shrugs. “Just go for it. I don’t think she would be appalled by the idea of going out with you. Only shows what bad taste she possesses, but I’ve been telling you that for weeks now.”

Obviously, that isn't helpful at all.

Another friend, Youngbin, thinks about his advice for longer and definitely takes it more serious: “If you don’t want to tell her about your feelings, you should probably begin to feel her out a bit. Get more flirty, tease her a bit, see how she reacts. Depending on her reaction, you can ask her out.”

That proves to be more helpful and something Jaeyoon directly begins to put into practice, hoping you will notice his different behavior towards you.

Two weeks later, Jaeyoon stands in front of the cinema, almost freezing his toes off - winter has come earlier than expected this year. You aren't late (you never are), but he’s way too early this time.

Must be the nerves, he thinks.

Inseong had just laughed at him when he left way too early this evening. “Have fun waiting in the cold.”, his best friend had said, lazily waving at Jaeyoon who was already halfway out the door of their shared apartment.

“I thought being early is kind of my thing.”

Jaeyoon whirls around upon hearing the sound of his beloved sarcastic voice behind him. You are huddled into a long black coat and a thick scarf covering half of your face. On top your locks sits a knitted bobble hat and your cheeks are slightly red from the cold.

You look absolutely adorable.

“Sorry, I thought I’d give you a run for it.”, Jaeyoon teases, flashing his dimples at you and pulling you into his arms. You sigh and snuggle closer, pressing your nose into his jacket and inhale deeply. He’s more than glad he’s wearing such a thick jacket so you can’t feel his way too fast beating heart.

“What movie are we watching again?”, you ask, finally freeing yourself from the hug again, cheeks even redder now.

“Uh, it’s an arthouse movie.”

You raise both eyebrows. „You’re kidding.“

„I sure am.“ He laughs at your slightly disappointed expression - for some weird reason, you love arthouse movies - and boops your nose. “It’s a horror movie.”

At this, you light up again – you also love horror movies, something Jaeyoon will never understand, he simply hates those jump scares. “Ohh, is it the new one with the haunted mansion?”, you ask excitedly, dragging him with you into the warmth of the cinema, almost bouncing with joy at the prospect of two hours filled with horror.

“That’s the one.”

You grin up at him, bright eyes sparkling. „Nice! And don’t worry, I’ll protect you.“ At this, you pat his arm affectionately, the corners of your mouth curling into a slightly sarcastic smile. “Phew, thanks. I was worried already.”, Jaeyoon murmurs, rolling his eyes at you.

A few months ago - when you two had met up for your weekly movie night - you had finally managed to talk him into watching a horror movie with you. He had screamed at a particularly scary scene, something you didn’t let him hear the end of for weeks afterwards. You actually didn’t stop until he threatened to never watch any movie with you ever again – but still, even now, you seem unable to stop teasing him about it.

“I think I’ll take someone else to see the movie with me.”, Jaeyoon jokes, making you pout. You look way too cute when pouting, he thinks to himself, heart beating frantically in his chest.

“Nooo, I take it back. And I’ll buy the snacks!”, you quickly say, batting your lashes at him. He grins and slides one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “Deal.”

If only he knew how frantically your own heart beats inside your chest. You don’t know how to behave around him anymore, your crush getting more and more out of hand every time you see him.

How could you not fall for him? He's not only ridiculously handsome with those dark locks falling into his deep eyes, the cute dimples and one of the brightest smiles you've ever seen, but he's also kind, funny and intelligent. And lately he’s been way more touchy than before – something you haven’t been able to ignore. But what does it mean? Is it only wishful thinking on your part? Or does it mean more than friendship? You might go crazy if this uncertainty continues.

Restlessly, you chew on the mint gum in your mouth, the familiar taste calming you. Jaeyoon looks at you in a funny way, one eyebrow raised. His arm is still around you, making you more nervous than ever.

“What?”, you ask, almost defensively.

“What has that poor gum done to you?”, he asks jokingly and you laugh. “Oh, shut up, you idiot.” He grins, pulling you even closer and with him towards the snack bar. “What about the tickets?”, you inquire.

“Already got them.”

“Oh. Thanks? Well, then the snacks are definitely on me.“

“You’re the only snack I need.”, Jaeyoon deadpans, making your head whip around at him, your eyes getting rounder and even bigger with surprise. “I- what?” Your heart beats even faster now and you're beginning to feel slightly dizzy and light-headed.… And that bastard really has the audacity to wink at you, leaving you speechless.

Half an hour later, you are seated inside the dimly lit theatre and you're almost vibrating with anticipation in your seat while Jaeyoon beside you is almost (most definitely) regretting his decision to watch a horror movie. Nevertheless, he still manages to softly smile at your excitement - you're just too cute. “You really want to see that movie, huh?”, he asks in a hushed voice and you nod, not even looking at him but at the big screen in front of you. When the (unnecessarily scary) opening music begins to blare through the movie theatre, you finally sit back, quickly gazing at Jaeyoon, eyes soft. “Thank you.”

“What for?” One of his eyebrows is lifted in a questioning manner.

“For coming with me, even though you hate horror movies.”

He rolls his eyes, biting back a smile. “I don’t hate them, I’m just not as enthusiastic about them as you are.”

“Well, and you're a scaredy cat.”, you murmur almost inaudible, shushing him when he tries to argue against it – the movie is about to begin.

… It isn’t too horrible, the jump scares only get to Jaeyoon twice - you laugh at him both times, but offer your hand halfway through the movie. Maybe it isn’t too bad to be kind of a scaredy cat, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t let go of your hand, not even when the credits roll over the screen and you have to leave. He simply drags you with him, hand still securely held in his. He notices your blush though and thinks he might already have his answer: he doesn’t seem to be the only one with more-than-friendly-feelings.

“I’ll walk you home.”, he insists when you’re outside the cinema again.

“Walk? Are you crazy? It’s freezing! I’m going to order an Uber.“, you contradict him, already shivering thanks to the cold night air. Jaeyoon pouts at your words. “Don’t you want to spent more time with me?”, he asks playfully and you roll your eyes. “Of course I do. You’re obviously coming with me.” With that, you pull out your phone - all without letting go of his hand, he notices joyfully -, quickly ordering said Uber. It arrives about five minutes later and to get inside, you have to abandon your hand-holding, much to Jaeyoon’s distaste - and yours, too, but he obviously doesn’t know that.

Ten minutes later, you have arrived at your shared apartment. “Mina is out tonight. Something about babysitting her cousin’s children.”, you explain while opening the front door, hurrying Jaeyoon inside. You both sigh after being greeted by the warmth of your cozy apartment. “That’s much better.”, you murmur, getting rid of your boots, coat, scarf and hat. The black jeans and dark grey jumper are tight enough for him so see every curve of you, making him feel hot and needy.

God, he’s got it bad for you.

“Do you want something to drink? A hot cocoa maybe?”, you ask, looking at him with round, innocent eyes.

If only you knew what he was thinking about right now… You’d definitely be looking at him in an entirely different way.

“Uh, yeah, sounds great.”

Thankfully, you don’t notice his strange tone and simply retreat into the kitchen. The apartment you share with your close friend is cozy and big enough for two people living together. You both have your own room, a small shared living area and while the bathroom is pretty small and has no window, the kitchen is bright and quite big. You love the flat above anything, love having friends over for small dinner parties or movie nights. It’s your own little piece of Heaven.

But right now, with Jaeyoon following you into the kitchen, the apartment feels way too small and crowded - and more like a piece of Hell, you definitely feel way too hot right now. You try to busy yourself with making the promised hot cocoa, pointedly not looking at the handsome man standing in the doorway, following your every move with his dark eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.”, you finally demand, turning around and glaring at him in a playful manner. He simply cocks one eyebrow. “Like what?”

“I don’t know… Just like that!“ The eloquence on your part is shocking. Jaeyoon only grins and takes a few steps towards you, so you have to look up at him. “I don’t think I can stop looking at you… like that.” He’s testing the waters now and it feels dangerous and exciting and he thinks he just has to kiss you, when-

“Oh no, the milk!”, you yell, turning around and just barely managing to save the splashing, almost boiling liquid from spilling all over the kitchen stove. “Ah fuck.”, you hiss, snatching back your hand – but too late, you have already burned yourself. “Fuckfuckfuck.”, you mutter, whining slightly and quickly holding the burned skin under some cold water.

“Are you okay?”, Jaeyoon asks worriedly, standing close behind you and peering over your shoulder.

“Yup. Just a small burn.” But your thick voice betrays you.

„Oh, love, you can be as clumsy as Inseong sometimes.“, he murmurs, and wraps one arm around your waist to pull you back against his broad chest. He feels your heart pound fast against his chest, mirroring his own racing heartbeat. Your pain seems forgotten all of the sudden and you feel lightheaded thanks to the close proximity to him.

“Hold it under for a bit longer.”, Jaeyoon murmurs into your ear, his honey voice making you shiver. He smiles, loving the reaction you‘re having. He props his chin on your shoulder, looking at the burn. “I think it’s better now.”, you finally say, voice a bit gruff. You‘re trembling slightly, quickly drying your hand with the kitchen towel and when you turn around - still in Jaeyoon’s arms -, you finally fully look at him.

God, you could get lost in those deep eyes.

“Do you know what would make me feel even better?”, you ask, raising one eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curving into a small smile. “Hm?”, Jaeyoon makes, his gaze dropping to your lips without being able to stop it.

“This.” And with that, you gather all your courage - even though you‘re by now pretty sure Jaeyoon is as into you as you are into him -, stand on your tiptoes, lock your hands behind his neck and press your lips against his.

Jaeyoon swears his heart just stops - it simply stops beating. And time stops as well.

Or at least it seems like it.

Before you can take a step back and break the kiss, both his arms lock securely behind your back, pulling your body even closer towards his own. What begins as a sweet, almost innocent kiss, quickly turns into something else - Jaeyoon sucks at your lower lip, tongue pressing against it and you finally let it slip into your mouth, softly moaning at the sensation of his tongue caressing your own.

He's an amazing kisser, you notice, already feeling lightheaded thanks to the lack of oxygen - but neither he nor you wants to break the kiss. Not yet, not after weeks of waiting. But finally, you do have to take a break and breathe, looking at each other with lust filled, slightly surprised eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that for weeks.", Jaeyoon finally blurts out, lips curling into your favorite smile, the one where his dimples are the deepest. You return it immediately. "Me too."

"Why have we wasted so much time, then?"

"I have no clue. But I think we have some catching up to do." Your eyes glimmer wickedly, before you press your lips to his again - not that he's complaining, quite the contrary. In between kisses, you murmur "Let's take this to my room.", walking out of the kitchen and through the hallway without breaking the kiss, bumping into the walls and your doorframe, but neither of you really notices.

Half an hour later, you’re laying on top of your already messy sheets, Jaeyoon hovering above you, sucking on your neck and slowly making his way down. "Jae.", you moan, when he sucks on a particularly sweet spot, "Pleeease." He grins at your pleading, hands roaming your sides under the jumper, dragging it upwards. "I want you out of this, now.", he demands, eyes dark. Your breath hitches at his tone, heat shooting through your whole body. Oh fuck.

You quickly manage to get out of your jumper, laying underneath him in your white lace bra and dark jeans. He licks his lips, breathing hard. He doesn't think he's ever seen anything or anyone more beautiful. "God, you're breathtaking.", he groans, feeling himself grow harder with every second.

"I think this should be fair and square.", you say in a hushed voice, looking up at him through your lashes, "Would you take off your shirt too, please?"

He groans again and you grin to herself, pleased with his response. "Who am I to say no to such a plea, my love?", Jaeyoon murmurs darkly, eyes continuing to roam your body while he lifts his shirt over his head, throwing it towards a corner of your dimly lit room.

"Fuck.", you stutter when you see his broad chest, the nicely defined abs and his toned arms. He grins wickedly at you, flexing his muscles a bit. "Oh, do you like what you see?", he almost purrs at your attention and you wet your lips, nodding quickly. "Kiss me.", you say, making him cock one eyebrow. "Please.", you quickly add, lashes fluttering.

Almost immediately, he dives back into kissing you, his hands sliding over your body, finally meeting behind your back to unclasp your bra. One of his hands brushes over one nipple, teasing you and you feel yourself grow slicker with every second. You can’t help but moan, hips bucking upwards to get at least some friction. Jaeyoon immediately draws back, lips curling into a smirk. “Someone is impatient.”

You groan at his teasing voice. “Yes, it’s me, I’m someone, I knooow.”, you whine, lips forming a slight pout. He really has the audacity to snort. “You’re cute when you’re pouting.”, he murmurs, gently tracing your lower lip with one finger. You use the chance to take the long digit into your mouth and suck, tongue swirling around it. His breath stutters and he locks eyes with you, pupils blown wide, gaze dark and hazy. He groans and before you know it, he has flipped you over, making you yelp in surprise, face being pressed into your pillow. He gently traces your back, goosebumps rising on your whole body. When his hands ghost over the outline of your ass, you suck in a deep breath, your whole body alert, sensitive to the smallest of his touches.

“How about we get rid of those jeans, mh?”, Jaeyoon asks in a dark voice and you nod, quickly wiggling free of them with his help. Left in nothing but your panties, you feel strangely vulnerable in front of him, especially because you’re unable to see his face thanks to your current position. His hands ghost over your calves, slowly working their way up and then, he parts your legs to give his hands access to more. You feel almost embarrassed when he feels the wetness covering the inside of your thighs, but when you feel him pause, breath hitching, followed by a dark groan, you immediately forget all about being embarrassed.

“Already so wet… and all for me.”, he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your shoulder, hot breath tickling your neck, making you squirm even more under his gentle touches. “Please.”, you whine, voice muffled thanks to pressing your face into one of your too many pillows.

“Patience, my love.” His fingers continue to draw patterns on the insides of your thighs, already so close to where you want them, but never quite there yet. Then, finally, he relents, pulling your panties aside, one long finger pushing deep inside you. You can’t help but moan at the sensation, the angle from behind feeling too good, too tight, too hot. You already feel like you’re about to tumble over the edge and he hasn’t even done anything to you, not really. He adds a second finger and your hands fist into the sheets, your breath becoming even more ragged. Slowly, with an almost torturous pace, he pumps his digits into you, making you clench around them. Then, he presses his thumb to your clit, gently circling the swollen bud until you’re a moaning mess, incoherent curses and prayers spilling from your lips. You’re so close now, whole body tightening, head spinning - you close your eyes, face contorting in pleasure when you finally shatter around Jaeyoon’s fingers, his name leaving your lips with a breathy moan. You almost don’t notice him gently flipping you over again so he can face you and press soft kisses on your cheeks, nose, forehead and lips, too blissed out to say or do anything. He grins when he sees your fucked out expression, taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean while watching you with an almost predatory expression.

“That was… wow.”, you finally stutter, face flushing. You quickly pull him on top of you to hide your speechlessness, kissing him and tasting yourself on his tongue. He grins into the kiss, rocking his hips into yours and when you feel his bulge pressing into your core, you moan into his mouth.

“Is it my turn now?”, you ask breathlessly, tugging at Jaeyoon’s belt and beginning to palm his hard on over his jeans. He groans, letting his forehead rest against yours, dark eyes closing, losing himself to your touch. Then, suddenly, he snaps out of it and leans back. “No. I have waited too long for this and I have zero patience left.”, he answers, voice commanding all of the sudden and you immediately straighten at his tone. He stands up, beginning to open his belt before he halts, locking eyes with you again. He grins when he sees your expectant expression, tongue licking your lips to wet them again. Slowly, one after another - just to tease you -, he opens the buttons of his jeans, before tugging them down and stepping out of them. The front of his boxer briefs stretches thanks to his hard on pressing against it and you suck in a deep breath, clenching around nothing and unable to look away from his bulge. When he rids himself of the last piece of clothing, you groan.

He is just… perfect, his whole body is a masterpiece.

You stretch out your arms to pull Jaeyoon’s body on top of yours and he obliges, kissing you almost feverishly, his flushed body pressing into yours at all the right places like you were made for each other.

“Condom?” he finally murmurs against you lips and you simply gesture towards your night stand. A few seconds later, he positions himself in front of you, hovering above you and locking eyes with you. “You’re sure?”

You roll your eyes at him, smiling to yourself - it’s sweet that he asks, of course it is, but shouldn’t he have gathered that you more than definitely want this by now?!

When he sees your almost condescending expression, his eyes narrow and his jaw ticks. With one powerful thrust, he fills you and you gasp, reflexively grabbing his strong arms to hold onto. He lets you adjust for a few seconds, nestled deep inside you and you can’t help but clench around his thick length. He brushes your lips with his, gently biting down on your lower one. “You’re okay?” Now he’s the one sounding and looking quite condescending. You finally have the feeling to be able to breathe again and nod, giving him your okay to move inside you.

He looks pleased, kissing you feverishly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming his hips back into yours again. Setting an almost bruising pace, you quickly become a complete mess under him, gasping fuck and faster and - of course - Jaeyoon over and over again, Jaeyoon. His dark hair clings to his forehead, sweat beading at his temples, but he doesn’t seem to tire at all. When his thumb finally begins to circle your clit again, it doesn’t take long for you to shatter for the second time this night. He stifles your loud moan by sealing your mouth with his, his hips finally stuttering and after a few last thrusts, he groans as well, spilling into the condom and coming to a halt, almost squishing you when his body collapses on top of yours.

He presses feverish kisses on your naked shoulder and neck, before slipping his tongue into your mouth again. You pull him even closer, trying to express all your emotions through the kiss. When you break apart again, breathing heavily, he smiles at you, both dimples showing. You poke the left one and he laughs, catching your hand in his and softly kissing your knuckles. Then, he pulls out of you, gets rid of the condom and disappears down the hallway and into the bathroom. He comes back with a warm, wet washcloth and helps to clean you, before sliding between the bed sheets again, pulling you close to his body.

Your eyes are getting heavier with every second, your hair fanning out over the white pillows. Jaeyoon's fingers are dancing over your skin like butterflies, making you even sleepier. His dark eyes observe you, taking in your long lashes, the light shadows under your eyes, your slightly parted lips and the hickeys he left on your neck and further down on your body.

"Stop staring, it’s rude.", you finally murmur, humor lacing your words. Jaeyoon chuckles, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to your temple."I can't, you're too beautiful for that."

You snort, opening one eye, sparkling with humor. "You're such a flirt.", you tease softly, stretching both arms above your head and yawn. "Please don't leave tonight.", you finally whisper after snuggling closer again, "Please stay."

Jaeyoon smiles at that, dark eyes soft and warm. "Of course.", he murmurs against your lips, kissing you sweetly and stroking your bare back. You bury your head into his chest, sighing contently. He hums softly, kissing your temple again and sighs. "Your bed is truly a piece of Heaven.”, he says quietly and you giggle. “As are your arms.” He chuckles, wrapping his arms even more tightly around you.

Then, silence and darkness wash over the room - just seconds later, you're both out like a light.

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saltys-writings · 5 years

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Could I request 58 and 96 for Jaeyoon please?:)

[SF9 – Jaeyoon] 58. “I made a mistake.” + 96. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Words: ~1k

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You’re sitting on the floor in front of your TV late at night, binge watching some random series you’re not really interested in. In your arms you’re holding a fluffy pillow, and you have a blanket wrapped around your body. You shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, you keep telling yourself that, still you can’t help but feel disappointed. That’s when the door finally opens, telling you that your boyfriend Jaeyoon is home. You two don’t have your usual greeting, embracing and kissing each other as soon as you’re both home. Instead, you just remain sitting on the floor when he enters the living room.

“I read your text,” he says carefully. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not mad…” you answer, holding back tears while you bite your lip. He slowly walks over to sit down next to you on the floor and you press pause on the remote. “I guess it’s my own fault for getting my hopes up even though you’re preparing for a comeback right now…” Today is your one year anniversary. You’ve been planning this day months ahead. You wanted to go on a daytrip to a village in the countryside where nobody would know Jaeyoon, so that you could openly go out as a couple for a change, then maybe visit some hot springs there, go get delicious food,… But as soon as he had to break it to you that they were going to have a comeback just few days later, you knew you could forget those plans. It made you sad even then, but now that the day is finally here, your mood really hit rock-bottom.

“You don’t have to pretend to be okay,” he says. “I’m not okay with it either.”

“Then why didn’t you at least try to make some time for me?” you ask. “Couldn’t you have made an exception? Just for today?”

“You know I can’t do that…” he argues. And he’s right, you know. But it’s still difficult for you to accept. “I have to focus on practice now.”

“Yeah, practice is more important than me…” you remark and look away from him and out of the window as you feel the sting of your own words. Tears are welling up in your eyes, but you try your best to swallow them.

“Y/N, I-“ Jaeyoon tries to say something, but stops halfway through. “I didn’t want to convey that to you. I’m sorry, I made a mistake.” You hear him sigh while you’re too afraid to turn back to him in fear you would just break down crying if you do. However, as soon as he puts his warm hand on your shoulder, you can’t stop the tears anymore anyway. “I hate that it has to be like this, and what I hate even more is to see how it hurts you,” he speaks up. “I am sorry that we couldn’t spend today together as we had planned, and I’m sorry that I can’t be a better boyfriend for you…”

“Don’t say that,” you whisper through tears.

“But it’s true. I’m really not the best option you could’ve chosen, so I keep wondering why you’re still with me.”

“Because I love you, idiot…”

“But you keep getting hurt when you’re with me.” Despite the tears you turn around and throw your arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly.

“That’s not true! Sure, it’s hard sometimes, but overall I’m happy with you! I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else but you,” you clarify, your voice shaking.

“So you’re not mad at me?” he asks.

“I already told you, I’m not mad. If I hadn’t gotten up my hopes I wouldn’t be feeling like this now. So if I’m mad at anyone then it’s myself.”

“That’s not right either,” he tells you and gently strokes your hair. “But…” he lets go of you to get up and walk to the entrance area, coming back with a box that you recognize as cake wrapping from your favourite bakery.

“You brought cake…?” you guess and he nods.

“I thought I couldn’t turn up with empty hands today, so I ran to get some during lunch break.”

“And you skipped lunch because of it…?” you ask and he nods while shooting you an apologetic smile. You get up and walk over to him, forming a fist and lightly tapping his forehead with it.

“Now that’s a reason for me to be mad at you!” you scold him. “Eat your meals properly! You need the energy, especially now.” He leans down to place a kiss on your lips.

“This body has enough energy to skip lunch once,” he assures you and puts the cake on the table. Getting some chopsticks while you open it, he starts feeding you. The sweet taste instantly boosts your mood a little, and you grin at him when he asks if it’s tasty.

“Of course it is!” you answer and feed him a bite too.

“You’re right. It’s as good as always.”

After having stuffed yourselves with about half the cake, you lean against his shoulder, your stomach feeling twice the size it usually is.

“Is it only me or did you feed me more than you ate?”

“Well… since the comeback’s just around the corner, I’m still on a diet, so…” he says and you sigh.

“Right… then maybe we should shower quickly and then get ourselves to bed so you can get enough sleep,” you suggest.

“Yeah, that would be for the best.” Jaeyoon puts his arm around you and lifts your chin with his free hand to meet your lips with his and give you a kiss that tastes like chocolate. “Then let’s go.”

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little-chimchim · 6 years

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Who (F)

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3202

Pairing: Chani x Reader

A/N: Hi there! I’ve been working on this fic for a long time now. One of my good friends is the biggest Chani stans I’ve seen and she’s been wanting this fic for a very long time. So I hope you guys enjoy it, I love you all - Kay

Dedicated to: @haybob17

Waking up was the hardest thing to do. You were disoriented, unaware of where you were or what had happened to you. You remembered the blinding, white lights of the hospital room as you peeled your eyes open for the first time in what felt like an eternity.

You were terrified, surrounded by nothing by the blank white coloring of the room, and ecstatic nurses that ran out of the room to inform the doctors that you were now awake. Doctors soon rushed into your room, adding more white to the room. They flew in with their branded stethoscopes, and blank charts that had been waiting for you for god knows how long.

“Hello Y/N, can you follow this light for me?” Said an old, bearded man with a pressed white coat. You looked up to him, your brows furrowed in confusion. Something about what he had said had thrown you off completely, it confused you more than being in the room.

You thought about it as you moved your eyes around to follow the yellow light he shined in your eyes. As he clicked the flashlight off, it finally dawned on you what had bothered you so much.

He had called you, Y/N. Y/N. Was that your name? Was that your identity? Were you supposed to know that name? You spaced out as you mulled over the thoughts of who you were. You wanted to scream out, to cry out in confusion because you simply couldn’t remember what your name had been.

The same bearded doctor pressed the surface of your shoulder slightly, prompting you to lean back in your hospital bed. “It’s okay, Y/N. Your vitals are good and so are the functions of your nerves. For now, just go back to sleep. We’ll bring you some food in about an hour.” He reassured you kindly.

The doctor turned to the nurse and pointed to the phone outside the hospital room. “Call the fiancee,” He whispered to her. The nurse nodded her head and scurried out of the white room.

As she left, you couldn’t help but to feel your eyes become heavy once again. You clamped your eyes shut and soon became washed over with sleep.

When you woke, a young man was sitting, hunched over, in a chair next to your bed. His knee was shaking nervously while he played with his fingers as a distraction. “Hello?” You managed to muster out, your throat was sore, and dry from dehydration.

The man shot out of his chair, nearly tripping over the plastic material in the process. “Y/N,” He cheered, a large smile spreading across his face. His cheeks, pale just a moment ago, were flushed pink from the excitement he was holding.

The man bent over and reached for the dusty pink cup filled with water, a neon colored straw poked out of it. “Please, drink something,” He urged you as he lowered the straw to your cracked lips.

Even though you didn’t know the man in the room, you complied with his wishes. He seemed to know you though, judging by the excitement in his tone every time he called out your name. Once you finished taking a drink of water, you scanned the man up and down, soaking in every feature you could see.

He was a handsome man, that would be evident from a hundred miles away. His black hair fell lazily into his brown eyes, and his nose scrunched up everytime he smiled. He spoke with the deepest voice you had heard, it sounded as if it had been coated in honey, or anything remotely sweet. You felt as if you should know this man, as if he held an incredulous meaning in your life once. Though, you couldn’t place a name to his face, or the meaning behind why he had been so happy to see you.

“Who are you?” You coughed as your voice slowly came back. The man frowned, nodding his head slightly. He scootched the plastic chair back out and sat down in it again, his once vibrant smile now nowhere to be found.

“I’m Chani Kang, and you’re the love of my life.”

He had wrote his confession in a note. His handwriting looked like chicken scratch on the ripped lined paper. It was juvenile and innocent, something to be expected from nervous ten year olds.

“Do you like me?” It read in fine, black ink. There were three boxes underneath the question, all labeled as “Yes.” You looked up from the piece of paper, your brows knitted together in annoyance.

“Kang Chani, you didn’t give me a choice to say no,” You grunted as you started to draw in your own box, with the word “No” printed out boldly. Chani gasped in shock as he watched you modify his note.

“But you were supposed to say yes.” He mumbled as he took back his piece of paper. You grinned up to your friend, flashing him a devious smile. Truth was, you wanted to check all three boxes, claiming that you really did like your friend, but you wanted him to chase after you just a little more.

“Maybe someday, Kang Chani” You grinned as you handed him back his favorite black pen. Of course it had just been something you had said in the moment, but he was holding you to your word.

“I have to be the only fifteen year old on this planet that hasn’t had their first kiss.” You mumbled into the bowl of cereal you had taken from Chani’s kitchen. Your best friend looked up to you from his place on the living room floor and laughed.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N? A ton of people haven’t had their first kiss yet.” He objected loudly. You stared him down from your place on the couch, giving him your signature, ‘You have to be kidding me’ stare.

“Name one person,” You challenged him. You leaned over and set the bowl of soggy wheat crisps over on the coffee table as he thought about ways to prove you wrong. “Well, for starters, there’s me.” He began.

Your eyes widened in shock, you had been sure that Chani had had his first kiss already and you were a little shocked that you had been wrong. “You? What about Jisoo, didn’t you kiss her?” You questioned as remembered his previous girlfriend.

Chani shook his head slowly, “Nope, we never made it to that point.” Chani informed you, proving your previous statement wrong. You laughed in response to this. You ran a hand through your hair and lowered your head. “We’re losers,” You sighed as you thought about how neither of you had experienced the infamous ‘First kiss’.

“What’s so great about it anyway?” Chani grumbled. He crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch, just right in between your legs. “It’s just a kiss, aren’t we supposed to have hundreds of them through our lives? What makes the first one so special?”

You shrugged your shoulders. You brought your hands up and started to play with your best friend’s black locks. “I think it’s symbolism for the ending of childhood. I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You groaned.

Chani perked up his head and turned around to face you. “What if we got it over with? The two of us? We’re best friends so it should be weird, right?” You stared back at him in shock, was he truly suggesting that the two of you be each other’s first kiss?

The thought was tempting, and as you raked your mind, you couldn’t find a single reason not to. You nodded your head, still rendered silent from his sudden offer. “How are we supposed to do this?” You asked. Your eyes started to trail down his face, until they landed on his rosy lips. Never had you thought about him the way you were thinking of him right now.

You had never considered him handsome, and you had never considered kissing him. Though, right here, right now, you were seeing your best friend in a different light. You were seeing him the way everyone else around the two of you saw him. Absolutely beautiful. Your heart started to race while your palms became clammy.

It finally hit you, you were about to kiss your best friend.

“You just go in,” He informed you, his face growing closer to yours. You nodded your head and closed your eyes, pressing your lips together as you leaned in closer to Chani. Your lips soon met. You both pulled away from each other quicker than you leaned in for the kiss. Your faces beat red, but you covered them up by your sweaty palms.

“So that’s all that’s to it?” He questioned, confused that there hadn’t been more. You nodded your head, completely stunned in shock. “Do you want to try again?” He asked shyly, a little embarrassed that he had asked you that.

Still stunned, you nodded your head and waited for him to lean back in.

He held you in his arms as his hand played with your fingers. A blanket covered your lazy bodies while you lied on Chani’s couch. It had been a year since the two of you shared your first kiss with each other. A year since you both fully realized the extent of your hidden feelings.

A movie played in the background, but neither of you were really paying attention to the action scenes playing out before you. Instead, the two of you talked like normal, just as you had always done. But instead of keeping your distance as friends, Chani held your hand as he held your body close to his.

You were in the middle of telling him a story about what had happened earlier in the day, when the words left his mouth. “I love you,” He said quietly, just enough for only you to hear him. You stopped telling your less interesting story, your mouth hanging slightly ajar.

“What was that?” You asked. You brought your fingers up to your ears and rubbed them, making sure you had heard your boyfriend clearly. “I love you,” He repeated, saying in slower, sweeter, this time.

You stayed silent, not having expected him to just blurt it out like that. “I-I love you too, Chani.” You said back to him, a large grin spreading to your face. Love. That was it. You loved this man more than words could explain, and it had taken the two of you a year to finally blurt it out, even though you both knew it had been longer than that since you had felt that emotion.

“We’re in love,” He whispered excitedly. He repeated it over and over again in his head, never getting tired of the way it sounded. “We’re in love,” You repeated his words, maybe just a bit more excitedly than he.

Chani leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. “I love you, Y/N, and never will I feel anything different.” He uttered in your ear. You were in pure bliss, “And I love you, Kang Chani.” And you were excited to say it for many years to come.

It had been a mistake. The biggest mistake that the both of you ever committed. It had been the year to end all years. Between college entrance exams, and familial deaths. From stress, to the constant bickering. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.

The weight of your lives bore down on the two of your until neither of you could stand up straight and bare what was thrown at you, and as the year came to a close, so did your relationship with Kang Chani.

The love of your life, your best friend. It had been nearly three years since that night in his living room, when the two of you shared your first, hesitant kiss. It had only ever been uphill from there, perfect even. Though, all perfect things must come to an end at some point.

You weren’t there for each other any longer, so caught up in your own lives that you forgot to look back at each other. The oncoming break up had hurt you every day for weeks. You knew it was coming, and soon. You thought Chani knew too, that he was thinking the exact same thing as you.

And once it was over, you had never regretted something more in your life. He was the one you loved, your best friend, your soulmate, and you weren’t ready to let him go. It had taken you weeks to convince yourself to march over to his house and talk to him about it. To let him know how much it hurt to live life without him.

You knocked on his wooden door three times before he opened it. He had stared at you, dead in his tracks. A girl trailed behind him, like a curious puppy. She was pretty, beautiful even, and she glared at you like you had stolen her favorite toy.

“Y-Y/N, what are you doing here?” He stumbled over his words while he tried to block the girl from your view. You cast your gaze from in between Chani and the girl. Your stomach did somersaults as you looked at the two of them. You wanted to throw up.

“I- Nevermind.” You clenched your eyes shut to keep yourself from crying in front of the two of them. This was the worst pain you had ever felt. You turned around and walked to your car, ignoring Chani’s protests as he called out your name from his house.

You couldn’t understand how he moved on so quickly while you were stuck pining over him.

He came to your house later that night. You trudged over to your door, wearing old sweatpants and a stained old t-shirt. Your eyes were red and swollen, caused by many hours spent crying.

You opened the door, only to be greeted by Chani and a bouquet of red flowers. He let himself into your house, shutting the door behind him. You took a few steps back, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?” You snided, crossing your arms over your chest.

Chani handed the flowers to you, and as he leaned closer, you could see that his red eyes mirrored your own. “Chaehyun was over because I was trying to find a way to look at someone that wasn’t you. Dammit, I love you far too much, Y/N. Breaking up with you was the worst thing the two of us could have possibly done. I am so sorry, Y/N. I-” He sighed and paused so he could reached over and pull you into a long embrace.

“I love you and I don’t know what to do without you,” He cried into your neck as he held you tightly. You felt the tears play at your eyes, you raised your arms and wrapped them around his waist.

He took the words right out of your mouth.

On your fifth year of being together, Kang Chani took you to the beach in the middle of Autumn. It was freezing cold, and even the thick jacket you had brought didn’t keep out the cold of the season.

He had walked you over the water’s edge, where the waves met the sand and the rocks washed ashore. The sound of the water lapping over itself was peaceful, mimicking the sounds heard when you listened inside of a seashell.

“I was hoping it would be a little warmer than this,” He admitted as he shoved his hands inside his thin jacket. You laughed and looked at the beach, even if it was freezing cold, it was still a beautiful sight.

As you were looking, you heard Chani shuffling around next to you. You quickly turned your attention back to your boyfriend, who was now on his knees, a little black box in his hands. “Y/N, my love, my best friend, remember when I asked you if you liked me when we were kids?” He began.

You nodded your head, rendered silent by the situation. Chani smiled and opened the box, revealing a small diamond in the middle of a golden ring. “Well, you said that someday you might like me. I’m kind of hoping that you like me now because this would be a little bit awkward if you didn’t.” He joked, looking up to you with the slyest grin he could muster.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t contain your smile as it spread widely across your face. “I love you more than I can say, Y/N. Even as a little kid I knew that I would fall in love with you. You’ve been my best friend since the beginning, and I know we’ve had rough patches, but we always conquer any hardships that come our way. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

“Is that even a question?” You teased, holding your hand out for him to slide the ring onto your finger. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as he slid the golden ringlet onto your ring finger.

When he came back up from the ground, he wrapped his arms around you and smothered you in sweet little kisses.

That was the day you were admitted into the hospital. On the way back home, a young driver, not paying attention to what he was doing, swerved into your line on the road, causing a car accident involving five cars.

There weren’t any fatalities, but you were in critical condition for weeks, having slipped into a coma due to the extent of your injuries. In that time, when you were hooked up to the machines and unconscious to the world, Chani had hardly left your side.

When you woke up, he sat by your bedside and told you every story there was to hear about your love story. He concluded his storytelling by telling you about your engagement and the reason why you were wearing a ring on your finger.

“We’ve been through all of that?” You asked him, staring at him in disbelief. The story, sounded almost too perfect, and it hurt you to think that you couldn’t remember a thing about any of it.

Chani nodded his head and grabbed onto your hands, holding them tightly within his own. “We’ve been through many things, Y/N. This is just another battle we have to face. But I want you to know that I love you more than anything.” He said in nearly a whisper.

You looked to the man in front of you. Tears now running down your cheeks. “Chani, I can’t remember any of it. I want to remember it.” You cried. Chani looked up and grabbed ahold of the back of your neck. He leaned over and kissed away the tears that fell over your cheeks. “We’ll just make more memories, Y/N.” He assured you. He wrapped his arms around you and let you cry on his shoulder.

“I can’t wait to finally fall in love with you again.”

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sensationalscenarios · 7 years

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Sleeping Dogs: Chapter I [teaser]

Finally, after 3 months, Sleeping Dogs is ready!

Chapter 1 will be posted Friday, October 13th and subsequent chapters will be posted biweekly, so mark your calendars everyone!

Now, just a few housekeeping things:

Please, DO NOT re-upload Sleeping Dogs anywhere. The story will be posted on this tumblr ONLY unless otherwise specified by me. I have had this happen to my previous works from other fandoms and do not want to experience this with Fantasies (and end up quitting writing again because of how upset I was)

That being said, please DO NOT plagiarize my work either. It’s perfectly fine to do your own mafia!sf9 because I don’t own the au, but if I notice that your story is too similar to mine that it becomes more than a coincidence I will speak out.

Fan edits, arts, etc is perfectly okay as long as credit is given! Some of you have already done so and it makes me inexplicably happy!

Lastly, if any of you notice that someone is violating above said rules please notify me or kindly ask the person to credit me at least. It’s hard to explain but Sleeping Dogs is really important to me and I don’t want to give it up because of other people like I’ve done in the past.

With that being said, here is a little teaser of chapter 1 (subject to changes) to give you guys a taste before next Friday.

Tell me what you all think! Are you hyped? Got any questions? I’m open to all feedback!

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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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SF9: sexual expressions

Genres: multiple au's [warnings: brief mentions of death, trauma, anxiety]; fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut [contains mention/description of somnophilia kink (gentler than it's description), semi-public sex, baby-making, oral, mutual masturbation]

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here

Youngbin:

There's something in his expression, that rolls off his tongue when crass bursts of arousal coarse through him, rushing everywhere in such a natural manner, whether he's found something nice or in joy, his breathy moans and gasp-less breaths are something that awaken arousal, specifically yours. At first his moans may be muffled but as he relaxes, he opens up in the comfort an safety of being with you, you whose presence allows him to lower his tense state. To watch you would be his first thought but as your head bobs and you use your hand in a way that makes his back arch and moans fervently spill, he gets distracted, closing his eyes and losing himself in everything that floats around him. At the end, his thighs may quiver but he's already reaching for you, pulling you into his arms. Onto the bed or tent or the sheet that is rumpled in the back of his truck, he slips into you, groaning, sighing an settling into you. He takes his time to start moving, kissing your cheeks as he does. With every rush of arousal, he lightly bites your shoulder, enough for you to feel his teeth but not enough to hurt you. He caresses your backside the most, squeezing the flesh, especially as he releases. But even when you are on all fours, he makes sure to admire your backside, responding to your moans when he softly hits the flesh or uses your waist as a guide along his cock. He'll describe how feels, ''You're so warm'' or something like that, something that wrecks you and also him to pound into you, picking up the pace. When it's the end of a long day and you want to make love, he'll settle with you under the covers and gently rock himself against you, allowing you to vent or just speak to him then, killing two birds with one stone. This is because he knows that both of you will fall asleep immediately. In line with this, there is also something I want to try: Youngbin with somnophilia kink. This won't be as intense as it's description. Two to three hours after the both of you have fallen asleep, he wakes up, with a small desire already in his mind but it's when he sees you that his desires grow and he wakes you, kissing your tired self out of the haziness of falling back asleep. He feels a little guilty yes, but his thoughts are hay-wired at the moment towards you. If you respond to his desires with your vocal agreement, he won't hesitate to slip into your heat, groaning in relief at the way your core swallows every inch of his cock and soon, he'll pound you into the mattress. ''Binnie'', you ask as he slows down to see your sex taking in his cock, he hums, placing his head in between your breasts or on your chest, listening, ''Go faster please.'', which he chuckles and immediately agrees too. When you release and neither of you are ready to fall back asleep, he tugs you towards the window- one of your favourite places to have sex, it was where he took you when you had sex for the first time. Your chest against the glass, he takes you from behind, quietening himself to hear your moans and whimpers and well-demands. Demands which when came from you, he would easily comply too.

Inseong:

His sounds? Beautiful.

I'll try out this idea as well, since you asked about expression during sex: speaking. Perhaps out of excitement, he'll tell you stuff from the top of his head. Sweet words like, ''You're so beautiful'', ''so pretty, my love'', or whisper to you, ''I'm so excited'' always eliciting a a beautiful laugh from you, ''heh, cutie'', you may reply with this nickname which soothes his ears and tickles his sides with excitement. The first couple of time you have sex, he may be serious, furrowing his brows in concentration on how he is feeling. Accordingly, his sounds may alert you to his status, breathy moans are his main type of vocalisation he would let out, maybe when you suck him off or you have sex. He may even struggle on sounds the first couple of time but it's something that he doesn't dwell on too much after speaking to you about it, ''Don't worry, just let out how you feel about it.'' you said and he did exactly that. His type of sex with you is to make every moment last, each significant piece of memory stamped with your intimacy on it. When he eases himself into the comfort of having sex with you, he'll start to tell you jokes, inciting a bright atmosphere between you two. Armed with his jokes, he'll make you laugh and it'll always be something between you two, leading to or being inside jokes, never something from outside your intimate space. He's also the type to make a haven out of you bedroom space, together, you would attach a cover above your bed and leave the lights on, glazing your naked bodies like sleeping in a tent under the stars, except that it is in your bedroom. The space is safe, free to speak each other about anything and everything. During discussions, he would love to hold you, your waist or lean on his elbows and listen to you, about your day and how you are feeling. It's there that you'll make love to one another, setting each other's minds free from the ongoing troubles and/or enjoying your peace. He's got a nickname for you, maybe something from your name that he'll tell you really sweetly when he starts his conversation with you as he enters you. He'll pay attention to your sounds, ''You feel good baby?'' is his question, filled with his innocence behind them. You nod. ''Fuck- I feel so good baby'' is one of them, he'd whimper it out, followed by his stuttering moans, open and filling your ears. He sounds absolutely beautiful. ''Seongie, let me take care of you'', ''You don't have to baby'' he'll say and if you do continue, he'll go on to then lose himself in the pleasure you give, you curiously peeking eyes at his state that once your eyes connect, he doesn't leave your gaze.

Jaeyoon:

Regal Jaeyoon

He's got it out for you in the most playful way possible. He could've met you just yesterday, last week, two months ago or you've been childhood friends, regardless he sees the beauty in you. He's got many sides to him as does everyone, but unlike being around them, he understands that he can freely show them to you for example, his anger which would not be a suitable look on the king-to-be. When he's angry, he paces around in the study room before thinking that he should ask you for your opinion. So he comes to your room in the palace or picks you up outside your house, sitting side by side on the stone sculptures that are topped with granite to make for a seat or just to hang by when looking outside, swinging his legs. His hand on the cool granite and yours are not far from one another, he wishes to hold your hand and to hold you in his arms but he's not sure, he would want you to be okay with it first. But how does he get there? You can bet that he'll chase you around the market, his heart beating extra fast when he catches you. Having just recently figured out his feelings for you, he hesitates to tickle you as he usually does, instead he feels the need, the desire to connect your lips. His lips are soft and warm and he tastes of a fruit he just ate, apple or mango slices and to him, your response is everything. Your hands wander up his coat lapels, reaching his shirt collar and tugging him closer, lovingly. He giggles when you break away and he can't stop the smile that lights his whole expression, looking at you with possibly all the love in in his eyes and he doesn't notice that this occurs whenever he looks at you. ''Jaeyoon...'' you start, chuckling when he's just about to kiss you but then he pulls away to hear what you have to say, nodding to tell you that he's listening. You laugh at his adorable movement, bringing him closer for another kiss, ''I have so many questions'', ''shoot!'' he adorably says but you shake your head instead, wrapping your hands around him and the two of you bring yourselves together, under the bright summer lights and muffled screeching of seagulls arguing over who gets the last bread crumb.

I'm not sure if Jaeyoon's one for semi-public sex or not, I've been quite conflicted in my thoughts about this. He may not be or he may be, especially if he's horny for you, more often that not, in places he shouldn't do. Imagine that you are moving to a new place, your sofa is strapped at the back of the moving truck. He's going to drive you but he's not ready to move the truck all morning. He'd let you know that he's in the mood by having you in his arms and well grabbing your ass, dipping his hand in between your thighs, ''y/n, I want you.'', he'd say, plain and simple. You'd kiss and kiss till he's settle you down on the sofa, the truck parked in between two tall structures on a sun-out, non-traffic studded cobble road. ''Really?'', you shouldn't be surprised as you look at your boyfriend rolling on the condom and entering you, ''Really?'', ''yes'', he says laughing, ''Yes baby, god I love you so much.'', he's overcome with emotions. He loves when you grab his ass during sex, especially when he has you under him, filling you up with his cock till he's released and is looking around, tugging his trousers up. He gives you his hand, leading you into the front seats. For whatever reason, he doesn't let go of your hand, ''So you going to drive or?'', ''I'm not sure that we should leave right now.'', ''We need to be there by noon, it's already oh!- five thirty. We have to leave now.'', ''Okay'' he nods, picking up the pace to your new house. You unload all your stuff into the house and then, it's the cardboard boxes. He's looking around, trying to make this work. At the back his mind, he knows that he's going to help you unpack and maybe even move in with you but for now, he's a little distracted. You can't help but ask, ''Babe'', ''Huh?'', ''What's going on? You are just staring at the boxes'', you say smiling when you spell it out. ''I'm just uh- come here?'', you go over, going to look at something. He sits on one of the boxes and pulls you onto his lap, placing soft kisses along your neck. The ache in his groin stirs and he groans into your neck. The image of you having sex moments ago is still engrained into his head, your sweaty skin and visual expressions, sounds are still on his mind. He gently slips your open shirt over your shoulders and your bra strap along with it, placing a kiss on your breast, hands wandering up and down your waist all the time. ''Don't stress over the move, you've got a lot of time.''. The moment is forever in your mind, fresh or not, it's a significant period of time, the time in between a few moments ago and getting accustomed to your new house. You manage to find a place outside, on the lawn with it's fresh grass, your clothes off and him making love to you. All the energy he had before comes back, as the sounds of hips snapping against yours can be heard as compared to his words, ''You're so beautiful'' and other random mumblings about you. It's too sweet. The scene I imagine now is that you are riding him in your new background, his back on the grass and you circle your hips, steadying yourself on his toned tummy. His moans sound sweet, just like when he whines softly, muffled, stuttering ever so often. When he's close and the snapping of your hips grow quicker, his moans get more breathy and the look on his face is one as a result of his closeness to releasing. The look of his as he releases could best describe the phrase, 'like the crashing of waves on a summer day'.

Dawon | Lee Sanghyuk:

Oh, what a cutie! His part in Fanatic!

I have an inkling that he sounds pretty when he's in his element of safety and comfort around you and especially, with you. Let's take our imaginations somewhere, possibly fun!: With his regal stage outfit, the one of blue and white, imagine that you meet him in Narnia, transported via the painting. The room that was once filled with water from the Sea on High Waters painting leaves you and washes you onto a beach of an island, dry. You are surprised but also pleasantly happy to be back, it's been some time since you've seen your relatives. Forward, there's nothing for miles except for water, happily splashing around in the midst of a summer day where breeze gently blows past your ears. Behind are walls of rock of an impossible feat, at least to climb. Further on top, you have to squint to see, there are the unmistakable green flashes of leaves and trees with sways a result of stronger breeze. On this beach is where you meet Sanghyuk. He's dressed in a way that a royal would, if not, that's how he walks, along with his soldiers. The buttons to his sleeveless blue coat are open and his crew look tired, as if it's been a long journey here. ''Excuse me, who are you?'' he asks customarily, not sensing any danger. His soldiers hang back but not too far. ''I'm...'' but you are lost for words. How do you explain it? Crowned by Aslan? You have no idea who they are. ''Come with me" he says, looking here and there, urgency in his tone. It's funny how he disarms your cautiousness, with his honesty and personality- humour that goes straight to your heart. ''Give me a minute'', he mentions to one of his crew members and with that, he shows you past the railing of the huge boat. It has it's name engraved in white right below you but you can't make out it's name. ''See, after we crash landed- the storms'' he clarifies, ''we've been stuck here''. He smiles even as he says it and then you realise, even in such a terrifying situation, how beautiful his smile is. He's optimistic, it should help with the rest of your journey, you think. And it does. You begin. Just before you make your first stop, you encounter magic in the form of gold, so much gold just scattered all over the valley. A trap. Anybody who came here died. You found skeletons under all of it. ''We need to get out of here'', at that moment, dust swarms your vision in a regulated dance, as if it has had time to practice on all the people that came before. You collectively shudder at the thought but at the end, you live. It is your bravery and ever longing passion to fight for what is right that impresses him. Along the way, you tell him the truth, one secret for the other except that it's not a secret and neither of you have anything to hide. Because it's something to be hidden either. You get to know one another after that, introduced properly after your revelations. You find somewhere inside the forest to rest, on a thin sheet, here to rest for the night. You are anxious. He hovers over you, running his hands up and down your arms. Soothing you, that is the feeling, with him it feels safer, almost as if your anxiety about the previous fight has been sucked away, into the lost abyss of any voice in this forest. His crew members are searching. ''Look at me'', he says, softly, like a command but sincerely, ''Does it work on your crew, when you speak to them like that?'' you tease softly from under him, curiously committing his features to memory. Out of all your adventures, this one was going to be your favourite, you could tell. ''If they knew..'' he trails off sweetly kissing your neck, ''They would never leave me alone.'', he ends with a chuckle. You chuckle at it too. You take in a breath and it occurs to you that as much as you are relaxed, you haven't taken a breath in a while. He eyes you, keenly, wondering if you should be okay with this. Your secrets are out in the open and he has no reason to worry, the last thought along calms him. ''Less talking Hyukie'', you murmur, grappling at his coat lapels. He perks up, it is because of the name. That name, he thinks, uttered

so softly, containing so much love. It is as if you read his mind that you murmur once again, ''Hyukie'', ever so softly now, drawing him upwards and connecting your lips to his. The world is silenced, it's noise drowned out as well your tension, long forgotten now. He loves the nickname. It stirs him up, the way you say it, how you say it, he wants to keep hearing it. Then is the other concern that he will never see you after this, that you will be transported back to the world beyond the painting you came from.

He pushes it away as he reveals your top, exposing the curve of your breast ever so beautifully. And then he makes the brave move of uncovering your breasts, lingering his lips over the supple skin. Your stretch marks or not, your tattoos or not, or not, he kisses the skin, taking your perky bud into his mouth. He makes you gasp, swallowing the bud into his mouth and flickering his tongue around it. It's so arousing. There's a fire in your belly, of all the things he does to you, he cares for you. There's enough room for that. The most poignant is his voice, his groan when he's entering you, holding you and gasping at the unholy loving expression on your face. There are some things about you like your moans as he makes your toes curl and his face when you release for the nth time throughout that would make him release, immediately, on the spot, if he were to ever witness it if the two of you were not under such circumstances. He wants to hold you close to him, to relish in these moments he has with you because he doesn't know when it's going to finish, the expedition or- what the two of you have. So he does exactly that, gasping so prettily when you straddle him, ''You're so pretty you know?'' you can't help but say. Everything about the way he sees you right now, through hooded eyes that struggle to stay open because he wants to see, to commit, your waist that he holds as he guides you up and down on his cock, the way your breasts bounce, your expression and how you can't hold in your moans. From this position, you feel him in deeper, he moves his hands from your waist to holding your own, gently coaxing another release out of you. He takes in everything and moves in tandem with you, like two people on opposite sides of a street, instinctively walking when they see the signal turn green. Visually, he absorbs everything which is why, he couldn't be finished, not now. You lay in his arms, awake at almost six in the morning when the sun is barely peeking out from behind the mountains. You have a conversation about moments before when he awoke to you rustling your trousers on. He has his arms wrapped around you, like he doesn't want you to leave and from you confessing that you like him moments earlier, you suspect that you won't go now. His insatiability comes back when confesses that he likes you to, swathing you in his kisses, making you moan and grab him everywhere as you ask him of all the things he would gladly do for you.

Rowoon | Kim Seokwoo:

Possible au?, I'm in love with au's these days: I suspect that Seokwoo would introduce you to his cabin that is not to far away from civilisation. He could have met you as a new neighbour who recently moved into town and someone you grew close to very quickly or more towards the angel/demon au trope, he rescues you from a little accident which explain why he lives where he lives, there is nobody to bother him but is close enough for him to gather supplies. Truthfully, you could think of anything but the main principle applies: he is someone that you can trust and a person who lives in a balance of ambience and peacefulness whilst having fun. Every resident is excited since winter usually prolongs the days, making it seem as if its been cold for very long which some people enjoy and some people don't. Either way, summer dwindles the ice on the tree leaves, reducing it to puddles but it also brings out the playful sounds of birds and children and adults playing in the parks. If you are the new resident, he makes it a point to show you around, the parks, the offices, the restaurants, places to shop and relax. He also catches feelings for you, much more in a slow burn kind of way than fast falling and right from the start. Little touches or closeness makes him pause a beat and think about what he felt but sometimes he doesn't get that chance of thinking. It just occurs-when he's flustered. Say for example that you touch his hand or stand close to him, the proximity rises pink onto his cheeks, a prominent colour on him. You definitely go on a trip together, maybe a picnic on a day that is not particularly windy. This is different from meeting up outside of work or going on little adventures to the restaurants to try out a new cuisine or the pub or for shopping groceries. It's possible that he may not be shopping for himself but he'll accompany you where you go. All the times you go on a picnic are special to him, especially if you make some food for it, he'll appreciate it gladly but if you don't, he'll make it a point to make something. If you feed him, be assured that at first he may pull back but will like it very much, like the type that you love on second tries and continue loving it. It's then at the picnics that he'll gravitate towards what you like, he's curious in your tastes for example cotton candy or sweets or what games you like to play and your life before you came to this place. At pubs, you know what you like but he's not afraid to try out something new. It may be something that he'll want to share with you. Going to the pub becomes a thing when you want to speak to the other, tell each other about your day and eat and drink but most of all, to see the other person. Grocery shopping is well, the domestic side of him that makes you melt with his recommendations after staying in the place for so long that he knows what's good and what's not. It's only after you acknowledge your feelings for one another that he dwells on his sexual feelings for you, growing them one by one.

His voice is husky and it feels weird for me to describe it in this way but very naturally, it's a part of him. A part that you love. When he sees you from the back and surprises you, his voice makes it never sound like a surprise. Instead it soothes the tense posture you immediately assumed when you felt a figure come from behind you. His hugs are bear hugs, that he showers you with constantly, when he sees you, to hold you when you are upset and even when he is. When he nestles into your neck on a gloomy day, he can feel his stress seep away and bring something better- calm. It only goes to say then that when you make love, he loves to hold you in his arms, thrusting into your core. His moans make your feverish with delight, with a reflection of the icy weather melting into little puddles. It also become something that the two of you do, mutual masturbation, when you make out and as if on cue, you giggle and pull part. You lay on your back and he hovers above you, stroking his cock, small, breathy moans falling from his lips at the wonderous sight in front of him. At first if you are shy, he'll coax you softly with his voice, whispering, ''You can do this'', that little edge that it takes to soothe your mind and give it a go. In his eyes, you are a beauty and to see you fill yourself with your fingers makes him have to hold onto something, like grip the end of the bed or it's sheets tightly. After you release, he may take you to some other part of his cabin, maybe the kitchen to eat something but distracted by your naked body will he rub his cock in between your ass cheeks, putting you onto the counter and taking you from behind. In the way that makes your mouth fall open.

Zuho | Baek Juho:

Frustrated typing at his keyboards fills the room drawing a raise of your eyebrows half way up your forehead at the absolute demolition you hear. He leans back in his chair, sighing, ''You know, when was it?'', ''hm?'' he turns to you. The same chair he uses for producing, you are currently in his studio. ''Jaeyoon said that you couldn't game because you would... destroy the keyboard.'' and you have to laugh at this. He pretends to be unimpressed but a small smile peaks up in automatic response to seeing you smile. After seeing his expression, you laugh even more, his arms are crossed and he's staring at you as if to say, ironic but he won't say it out of a false hope at retaliation. You were pretty good, alright but to him, it was wonders! How could you do such stuff?! Moments later, he quits the game and opens a file, the studio grows peaceful as the keys of the keyboard are tapped in near silence, a huge contrast to the clickety-boom!-clackety of before. You grow bored. Feet shuffle from behind him and onto his lap, distracting him from his hold on his mouse and screen, your figure covers it. He smiles, innocently, very cutely in fact as you play with the material of his jumper, feeling his embrace bring him in-line with your chest which he nuzzles into. He sighs, asking, ''do you want to take a break?'', eliciting a yes! in thought and sound, tugging him to the sofa. The sofa is... comfy. You lay on it, extending your arms. He settles into them, hugging your waist and resting on your tummy. ''Ju?'', you ask, waiting a beat, ''How is it going?'', another way of asking his progress on the song, further leading to when you can listen to it. It's as if he knows your true questions because he says, ''Soon'', voice muffled by his hiding in your tummy. He pulls your top up, staring for a beat with a look that takes your breath away. His eyes... they marvel in deep thought that you think you know what he's about to ask you for your ''talk'' later. Your breath is taken away. You know what he wants to say, it's on the tip of your tongue but you can't voice it. Surely, you want to hear it from him even more. You would marvel even more then. ''Let's have that talk now?'', your breath hitches, pauses in your throat. He's got more reasons to come inside of your now and the thoughts makes your core ache. You squeeze your thighs together out of reflex. You sit up and so does he, his hands rests on your thigh. You can feel the heat from his legs that are so close to yours, suddenly becoming aware of his cologne that invades your senses. He reaches for your hand, eyes wide, looking around before he starts, ''Babe, I-'' but stops short. You hum, realising that it's importance made him pause. You give him an encouraging look, ''Go on, just say it, blurt it out, anything baby'', squeezing his hand in comfort. He sees your eyes, the love they have in them and he just says it, without a pause or hesitation. ''I want to have a baby, with you of course.'', he says and the last part provokes laughter. ''A baby?'', you ask, he nods, ''With me?'', now he sees that you are teasing and pulls back, ''But why? Why with me?''. Your laughter and playful teasing ease the tension he feels. At least you aren't averse to the idea. When you stop laughing, you reach to cusp his cheeks, ''Baby, I'd like that idea.''. Those words are enough for him to lose his mind. He thought that this decision would take time, weeks if not for just one day but his questions have been answered. Just like that, his shock wears off. It takes him less than a second to pull you up and start jumping around, out of pure joy. He sobers up pretty quickly though, must faster than you anticipate, he's pulling his stuff off the table, switching off the lights. ''Home?'' you ask, taking the lead. When you get into the car, you say, ''This is kinda funny, we couldn't possibly be running home for this.'', ''Why not?'', ''There's no expiry, at least not for now. We've got... time.'', ''Yes?'', ''Yes'' you confirm, nodding your head, heading home. ''Also, why are we going home?'' you ask,

''What do you mean?'' he replies, not believing why you have no idea that you're leaving his studio early. ''It feels weird to leave early.'', you want to stop over somewhere. He sees your anxiousness, ''Lets stop over the station and buy something to eat.'', pointing at the turn. When you get out of the car, you can finally breathe, leaving the anxiety accompanied by your decision earlier. He takes your hand, holding your cheek and pulling you closer. He needed to do this. To give you a kiss which he first places very delicately on your cheek and then on the corner of your lips, finally on your lips. The moment is everlasting. He cups both your cheeks, gently, kissing you lovingly as if to say a multitude of unspoken things.

*sigh*, dear anon, I did it again: I strayed off-topic. I should be ashamed but the above writing is gold so I will include the little titbits after this: Ju's voice colours everything he feels, even if it's just a little bit, his hands may twitch or he'll sound a low sound that will alert you of what he's feeling. His best sound is when he gasps, it's not too much neither too little. He throws his head back and his back arches, it takes a small breath for him to resume. The scene I imagine as I write this is him receiving a blowjob. Otherwise, he would love to try out having sex in new places with you. Against the counter? Having you lean against it as his cock fills you up? Slowly, lovingly? He's all for it, whatever or wherever you imagine yourself to be, with him.

Yoo Taeyang:

We'll start from the end: when he releases, his soft pants are capturing, distracting you even a little from your agenda of releasing your juices around his cock. His favourite position to have you ride his cock with your hands clutching his waist, circling your hips on his, he can't control the haziness that cloud his expression. His hands wander a lot though, to your nipples, pinching them but ever so often, he feels like tasting you. Having you in his mouth, to swirl his tongue around and relish in the beauty of how you taste. He brings you down, close to his chest so that he can take your bud in his mouth, ''I neglected this didn't I?'' and at your whines, he nods, chuckling, ''I'm sorry about that...'', trailing off to add extra vibration of pleasure that travel straight south. He's charismatic, without even trying.

Imagine another set of scenarios: Taeyang punishing. It's at a party, in a house containing lots of rooms save for the fact that the party is only on the first floor, you know that it's progress to the upper floors throughout the night. He takes you somewhere remote, messily clashing his lips against yours, tugging at your clothes. You've moved past the need for words. On your knees, you take his cock, bobbing your head and for the god lack of co-ordination, you stumble at first but he's quick to reassure you that you can do whatever for the first couple of times because he'll teach you well. His yelp is disappointingly loud when you playfully run your teeth along his cock and you peer up, to see his heated eyes, out of annoyance. ''On purpose?'' is the question that his expression seeks to answer but to which there is no answer. His moans are concealed when his hands land harshly on your ass, his cock red and hard no doubt. But instead, you pant and so does he, his breathing heavy and he struggles to stop just to fill you up. There's a hint of body worship that peeks out there, running his hands up and down your body, even into the dip in between your legs, coating his fingers in your juices. He loses control for a bit there, turning you around and kissing you with such high energy. His feelings for you- all over the place. In surprise, to contrast his previous energy, he gets down on his knees. He wants to. One leg over his shoulder, he dives in to taste your juices, placing kitten licks everywhere before pumping you with his digits, sucking greedily and only after he's wrecked you with one release or more as seen by your quivering thighs and shaking body but heated for more does he come back on top. If you don't think that you could release one more time, he's completely okay with it, equally loving your mouth on his cock that pushes him over the edge, once again with sheer force.

How about a best friends to lovers au now?: The suspect of loving you in this long-winded game is Taeyang, long-winded as in the past couple of months you've gotten to know one another. He's straightforward, to tell you that he likes you when the chance is there, an electric energy present, just before the two of you are about to kiss. He tells you how he feels about you. From there, your words satiate his nervous composure with relaxation. He kisses you, somewhat compose, majorly giddy from your confessions. He kisses you till your back hits the covers, passionately. Kissing your breasts (or chest), he loves to uncover you, to take his time, rocking his hips against yours in a pace that is just in between making love and fucking, he'll take your hot skin into his mouth, nipping and sucking and then hold your hands above your head, when a release rips through you. His groans beautifully grace your ears when he releases, kissing you once again. He would settle in beside you, giggling about what just occurred with a smile so shiningly bright or go to sleep and then wake up later to explore your attractions to one another, once again.

Hwiyoung | Kim Youngkyun:

Kyun has attitude

I'm sure that it may be not what you asked for but what is this blog without my ramblings??: When you first have sex together, he reaches for you. To touch you, to feel you and to remember every intimate moment he has with you. He'll feel your body, every part of you, your cheeks, chest, waist, tummy, inner thighs, backside and even places where stretch marks and/ or tattoos lie because those are personal to you. He'll show you and perhaps even tell you that your body is beautiful, multiple times. A beautiful session of making love follows. Where every moment is spent in each others arms as he fills you again and again, revelling in the sounds you make, Your cries, moans, whimpers incite him to hold you and continue his love-making.

His sounds vary but the majority are audible: his grunts when he enters you, his moans when he holds the headboard as he fucks into you or his cries that he let's out into the crook of your neck as you ride him. When he receives a blowjob, he doesn't hide his moans but it's not about hiding, he wants you to know. All in all, his sounds are low in tone, very pretty and arousing.

A little story for you, dear anon: It's summer! Unlike the others, this one is comparatively cooler. The breeze blows past your cheeks. You return home to find Youngkyun with an apron tied around his waist, delicately chopping the food and placing them into the utensil. The apron is an adorable sight that crinkles your eyes. For your boyfriend that regularly throws gang signs, it adds to the overall clarity of his cute demeanour. "Babe" you start your greetings but upon seeing you, he immediately throws off his apron and comes towards you, eliciting peels of laughter from you. He picks you up and places kisses all over your cheeks, ''I missed you'', he says, pouting. At your smile, he takes you to the bedroom, placing you on the bed. You wait, smiling, he's changing, ''Right now?'', ''Right now'', he nods, energy on full blast. He straddles you, placing smooth kisses everywhere, ''You are so pretty, you know that?'' he whispers, taking off your top and bottom. "Babe, really, how was your day?" you ask, the both of you laugh at the question as you switch positions, straddling him instead. Filling yourself up with his cock, you hear his little grunt upon entering and a sigh of relief comes from the both of you when he's completely in. The sounds he makes is beautiful in every tone. His hands on your backside guide your hips along his cock and ever so often, he let's out these pretty high-pitched moans, throwing his head back and swallowing all the arousal flooding through his body. You chuckle, moaning in his mouth as you give him a soft kiss. After you release, droplets of sweat can be seen on both of you and pink clouds his face, heated. Panic sets in his features. "What's going on-?" you ask, he doesn't move but points to the door, "the food". "We have to go save it", you say, little, displaced confessionals occurring now. You go to the kitchen and while he assesses for damage, you lean on your elbow, peeking at him in his naked form. It would very hard to argue with him if he was naked, you think. He nods, picking you and placing you on the counter, cuddling you. The moment could last forever. In between your legs, he doesn't bother with anything but laying peacefully in the crook of your neck, "Baby, I love you, I also feel like this was overdue", you chuckle, "of course not peach, I love you too" you say. A beat later, he kisses your neck, not hesitating to take a little bite that draws a laugh from you, ''Kyun!'', ''huh, babe?'' is his honest reply as he continues, till his mouth has reached your core.

Chani:

He grasps the back of your head, gently easing you along his cock. Eagerly, he watches your mouth swallow his cock, his own growing dry at the sight. A slight twitching to be expected, you chuckle at the expression on his face, ''Chani'', you take yourself off his cock, snapping his attention to you. Truthfully, he was so aroused by the sight, he lost himself in it. You chuckle, brushing away strands of hair from his face. ''What is it?'', you ask to which he responds by taking you hands in his and squeezing ever so subtly to let you know that nothing is wrong, ''I was just staring, I'm sorry-'' he goes to apologise but you shake your head, already knowing that he was absorbing the visuals. He is surprised that his mouth works, could he even speak after watching something so heavenly? He's not sure that words could be formed. He leans on one hand, sitting on the bed with you in between his legs, taking him into your mouth once more, eliciting a groan from him, soft to begin with, accompanied by the scrunch of his nose at the feeling of warmth. He looses him hand on the back of your head when he feels like he's about to fall on his back. Your hands slowly trail up his inner thighs, squeezing the flesh along the way, pumping his shaft to kitten lick his tip, a trail of saliva coating your mouth and connecting to his tip. His eyes, although occasionally close out of pure arousal, he makes sure that they are open. By the time he's about to release, a layer of sweat lines his pink-dusted, heated temples. When he's close, his moans grow louder and he pants, making unconfigurable noises. The words that he wants to tell you, how he's feeling, how good you are for him and to him get strangled in his throat, instead coming out as muffled noises and quivering thighs. If you let him release into your mouth, he collapses on his back after as you straddle him. After a few moments, he would be in the mood to eat you out and have sex with you after. If you take him out of your mouth and pump him, he would prefer to release all over your backside, your butt that he'll repeatedly squeeze and even take a bite out off when he eats you out before he fills you up. He's ready to make love with you, surprising you and himself with his energy, pent-up, ''I'm surprised'', ''About what? This?'', ''Yes, very much.'', ''Babe, look at me.'', ''Huh?'', ''After sleeping for half your life, you have accumulated these reserves of energy...'', ''Babe please'' he says, stifling his laughter at your teasing.

For his sounds, he could also be non audible. For whatever it is that the two of you are doing, he could be exploring what he is feeling, especially the first couple of times that he has sex or receives a blowjob or mutually masturbates, a new situation.

How about a detective Chani au?: He's a rough character, particularly because of his past experiences in his job, naming more death than life, he once found it hard to stay afloat all the floating bodies in his nightmares. He's been there and he's not willing to go back, he's struggling and he knows. In this au, you are a random stranger, cross-pairing from a different department to hunt down a very articular group of organised crime. Around you, his control on his behaviour slips, like his physical affection and how much he speaks, he guards himself on a daily basis, stubborn to keep it that way. He fights with you, demeaning you and when he hears your words, they ring in his ears and also bring about a familiar, painful feeling in his chest. Even when he kisses you. He's rough, pushing you on your hands and knees, taking you from behind. Then, unconsciously, he brings you to his chest when he realises that you must be close and praises you, ''You're doing so well''. He also realises that he wants you by his side. You don't pretend to know who he is, despite his true horror stories of dead backlogging teams and ruined missions, unlike the people he works with. Guilt long suppressed clouds his chest, it's a weird feeling, even when the two of you are done and you take him into your arms. He's crying. You give him some space. He looks up when you come back into the room with water and some tissues, ''Here, tell me why you've been such a dick.''.

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‘The First Snow’(Jaeyoon x Reader)

Request by @jsnyoung

Genre: Fluffier than snow lol

Synopsis: You and Jaeyoon are having a casual date but suddenly it was the first day of snowing so you enjoy the first snow together.

(His selfies are always so cute and so hard to choose for my works 😭)

The crisp cold air would usually drive you away, making you want to stay indoors. But today, you’d gladly be out in the cold for as long as he wanted. The two of you held hands that were placed in his coat pocket. After the two of you finished up your dinner you decided to go for a cute romantic stroll at a nearby park.

You wanted to freeze time and stay right there in that moment. Your mind was somewhere else for second just admiring the the scenery of the colourful walkway paved go into the park, with beautifully naked trees surrounding the Jaeyoon in your frontal view. Some strands of his dark hair tried to block his view of you as he looked and talked to you. Due to the cold, his pale face was splotched with hues of pink and red on his nose and cheeks. If you could take a picture every time he amazed you with his handsomeness, you would have a collage that could probably fill the entire city of Seoul. You forget about him talking to you and try to move his hair from his eyes, before he grabs your attention.

“Jagiya?”

You suddenly stopped and was brought back to reality. “Yeah?”

“I’m guessing you didn't hear me,” he smiles at you, making his dimples noticeable.

“No I didn’t I'm sorry. I was just admiring how everything looked surrounding us. Surrounding you.”

“Well how did it look?” He stops when the two of you approach a bench. The two of you sit down, and he puts his arms around you.

“I don’t think words can suffice describing how beautiful it looked.”

“Well no matter how it looked, I know anything surrounding you would look better,” he pulls you closer to him and rocks the two of you back and forth as you just watch passerby. In the comfortable silence, the two of you start to notice little specs of white in the dark night sky.

You take out your hand from your pocket and notice wanting to touch them, trying to figure out what they were. “Snow?” Jaeyoon asks sitting next you, catching a tiny flurry in his own hand. As soon as it lands, it dissipates.

You turn to your extended hand Jaeyoon looks at you and laughs pointing to your exposed hair that poke from your beanie. “What? What is it?”

“It’s all the snow jagi.”

He tries his best to shake the snow out but all it does is melt faster in your hair.

“I didn’t think anything could make this moment any better. I definitely thought that way too soon.”

He smiles at your statement and pulls you back closer to him as the two you sit and enjoy the rest of your date and snow.

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Smoke and Night

➵ SF9: (best friend) Jaeyoon x fem. reader / drabble, dystopian AU / slight angst

➵ warnings: mentions of violence

➵ word count: 629

➵ part II with Rowoon

The coppery smell of blood hangs in the air, the sky is dark with smoke and night. You cough a few times, lungs burning and head spinning from lack of proper oxygyn. "Jaeyoon?", you gasp more than scream, voice rough and too small, "Jaeyoon! Where are you?"

You are sobbing by now, eyes tearing up from the smoke and fear, but still, you press on, searching through the night.

The fire had broken out in the span of mere seconds, engulfing the whole district, eating through buildings and humans alike.

All around you are crumbled walls and scorched bodies, things you don’t want to see and try to ignore. You have only one thought inside your head: Find Jaeyoon.

You need to find him, need him, your best friend, the one who's always been at your side. You can't make it without him, don't even want to. There's only been him and you these last few years, you don’t even know who you are without him by your side.

"JAEYOON!"

This time, your voice is louder, even though it doesn't sound like your own anymore, too rough and deep thanks to all the smoke you’ve been inhaling. Then - you hear your name and begin to sob even harder: "Y/N!"

"Jaeyoon!"

You follow his shouts, voice getting louder with every step you take towards one of the crumbled, still smoking buildings.

Finally, you see him - hunched over and bloodied, dark hair plastered to his forehead thanks to the deep gash he's sporting. Soot is covering his whole body, but his eyes are bright and his smile the same, when he finally spots you. You run towards him, fall into his arms and press your face into his neck, his arms circling you immediately.

"I thought I'd lost you.", you whimper against him and he chuckles, followed by a few coughs.

"You're not getting rid of me that easy.", he says, voice gruff.

You take a step back and look at him, gaze travelling over his bloody wound, your eyes heavy with worry.

"I'm fine. Looks worse than it is." Jaeyoon grazes his knuckles over your dirty cheek, lips curling into a small smile, showing off his dimples. "We should be getting out of here, so stop staring at me - if you can, that is. I know I'm probably too handsome for that."

At this, you huff and roll your eyes. "Yeah, you wish."

Objectively, you obviously know how handsome Jaeyoon is - with curly brown hair, sparkling eyes and a bright smile.

But you always see other, younger versions of him in your mind: his toothless grin when he managed to knock out his front teeth during his first (obviously failed) attempt at bicycling; or his pale, skinny body when you were enjoying the brutally hot sun during your summer holidays - that had been before he began to hit the gym though.

Now, he’s far from the skinny boy you used to know. But still, you have seen all his awkward stages (as well as he yours), so you’ll never see each other as anything more than friends (even though your bond can't be described by a simple word like friendship, not really).

Both your parents had always hoped for something more between you, but that was eons ago, during a time completely different from now - when the government hadn't been that corrupted, your society not at the edge of total collapse and your future not as uncertain.

"Let's get out of here.", you finally say, tugging at Jaeyoon's hand and dragging him with you.

You quickly make your way through the collapsing district, trying not to think about your failed mission - and what it means for your friends, when you come back without any food or water yet again.

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Post-Its - Chapter 5/5

Fandom; SF9

Main Pairing; Kim Youngbin/Kim Inseong

Side Pairings; Kim Seokwoo|Rowoon/Baek Juho|Zuho

Genre; Fluff, Slow Burn, College AU

Trigger Warnings; Mentions of alcohol, hinted past emotional abuse

Word Count; 2,624

Rating; PG-13

Beta’d; No

Cross-Posted on; AO3

Other Chapters; Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Authors Notes/Closing Comments; So this was my first full length chaptered fic! I hope you enjoyed it! I am working on four more fics in this universe (I wanted to make them one-shots but it hasn’t turned out that way). I’ll be going back to university myself in a week so I may not get as much written in that time, but I would like to keep writing as much as possible! Thank you for reading <3

The days seemed to pass by dreadfully slowly until the following Friday came around. Youngbin often caught himself drifting off in the middle of lectures, thinking about what his housemate would be like in person. He had looked up quite a few recipes for meals he would be able to make, and with Seokwoos help had finally narrowed it down to two options that were relatively simple. The three youngest accompanied him to the supermarket that weekend after the dance club finished up their practice, he was going to get all the necessary ingredients for both dishes and just let Inseong decide on the night. “He doesn’t have any allergies right hyung? Or any aversion to certain foods?” Taeyang was always looking out for things like that, but Youngbin assured him that Inseong loved all foods and had no allergies. They had confirmed things like that when they started doing grocery lists together, to make sure neither of them would have a bad reaction to anything they brought into their apartment. It really was so domestic, and Youngbin couldn’t wait until he finally would be able to put a face to the name, and a voice to the notes on their fridge.

Inseong was having second thoughts about agreeing to the whole dinner thing, just the two of them alone in their apartment. Not because he didn’t want to meet Youngbin, not at all, but rather because of how useless he felt. Youngbin had already said he was going to cook, and had two options in mind, so all that was left for Inseong to do was show up. It was Wednesday and he was lying in the middle of his bedroom floor with his entire wardrobe scattered around him. He had spent the last two hours trying to decide what he was going to wear since it was very important to him that he looked good. Kim Youngbin was gorgeous, Inseong had seen him in the start of term dance open in his sleeveless tank top and shorts, and his arms and legs were no joke. That was before he knew they were actually living together and thinking back on it made it even worse.

“Sanghyukkie~ I need help choosing what to wear on Friday. What time are you finished classes today?”

In his desperation, he rang his friend, Jaeyoon would have been more of a help in the realm of fashion but he was away on a university field trip today and so could not come and help him out.

“Hyung you know I stay late to work in the radio club on Wednesday, you’ve got loads of really nice clothes and it’s just a casual dinner. Why are you stressing so much? I gotta go ok? Don’t forget to eat before work!”

He sighed as his youngest friend ended the call and threw his phone onto the pile of shirts beside his bed. There was no reason for him to be worrying so much, that was true, but first impressions were important and Inseong really wanted his housemate to look at him and think “Woah”. There was nothing he could do with what he currently had, he would just have to go shopping before work tomorrow instead. With that decided he spent the next half hour diligently cleaning up his self-made mess and got ready for work. On his way out the door, as an afterthought, he grabbed a small shopping bag to bring with him. If Youngbin was going to be making the food, then the least he could do was supply them with some alcohol. At least that way if things got awkward they had a backup plan.

Friday arrived none too soon and Youngbin was a nervous wreck. He hadn’t been able to concentrate at all and for the first time in his four years, he skipped out on his afternoon lectures for reasons other than illness or dance practice. He didn’t have the capacity to feel guilty though, as he was poring over the two recipes again to make sure he had absolutely everything. It was weird being in the apartment during the day he decided, he hadn’t gotten to think about it much when he was here scrambling to write a Post-It the week before, but it felt very strange. Youngbin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, there was nothing else he could do other than wait for Inseong to get back. The situation he was in suddenly struck him and the nervous butterflies increased ten-fold. He was never here during the day, he only ever arrived back after Inseong had left for work, his housemate was going to be home from his classes any minute and would not be expecting him there, it was another two hours before they were supposed to meet. Youngbin decided he would wait it out in the library and was just out of the kitchen when the front door opened.

A guy he could only assume was Inseong walked in through the front door of the apartment, and Youngbin felt his breath hitch at the sight before him. His housemate had soft brown hair that fell across his forehead in a fringe. He was wearing the cutest round glasses and was dressed simply in a white t-shirt, oversized black cardigan and jeans. He had headphones on so hopefully didn’t hear Youngbins gasp of surprise. When he looked up, a pair of intelligent brown eyes met his and for a split second the world stopped spinning.

Inseong screamed, not in fright but more from the shock and embarrassment of the situation. He had thought he would have at least an hour when he got back from his classes to get ready to meet Youngbin. Yesterday he had dragged his two friends out to buy new clothes and had come home satisfied with an outfit that he felt said “classy but cool”. But now here he was standing in their entry hall, wearing his glasses and a casual outfit in front of the guy he’s had on his mind 24/7 this last week. And he looked stunning, a three-tone knitted sweater, with a pair of jeans, and his hair falling casually across his forehead. It was unfair and his loud mouth decided screaming was the best response to the situation. It really wasn’t and Youngbins face creased with worry and what seemed like guilt at his reaction. Before he could even get his head back to normal, suddenly Youngbin had crossed the space between them, and all Inseong could see were his pink lips moving and hear violins in his head. He then realised he still had his headphones on, and his cheeks flushed pink in more embarrassment.

Youngbin had panicked when the guy across from his screamed and the only logical response his body could think of was to move closer, he ended up closer to Inseong than was necessary and while he had stopped screaming Youngbin couldn’t help but stare at his pretty lips. Then his housemates hands had come up in front of his face and his attention was drawn upwards, to where nervous eyes were staring at him as he took his headphones down from his ears.

“Um, hi? I’m Inseong.”

His voice was lower than Youngbin expected, and it was soft and velvety, there was a slightly husky quality to it too. There was a strange aching in his chest and the sudden desire to ask Inseong to sing to him, but he hurriedly shook that thought away. Then he realised he had been staring and not replied and felt himself turn bright red.

“Oh yeah um, hi. I’m Youngbin your housemate, you probably figured as much, but you screamed and I just wanted to assure you I didn’t break in or something.”

Inseong was slightly taken aback by how soft and raspy his housemates voice was, it was certainly not what he had expected from someone who held a leadership role. Although he was surprised, there was a desire to hear more and more of his voice.

“Yeah, I guessed so. I just honestly wasn’t expecting you to be here that’s all. I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

“No no I wasn’t frightened, just worried about you.”

Youngbin smiled sheepishly and Inseong laughed a little as he scratched the back of his neck. They were finally meeting face-to-face after almost two months of living together and while it was a relief, there was an obvious awkwardness in the air.

“Ahem – well why don’t I just go put away my bag and that and we can discuss the plan for dinner?”

It was so tense, and both of them could feel it although neither knew what the other was thinking. Youngbin nodded and went to go move himself back towards the kitchen, shuffling his feet as he went. Inseong gladly escaped into his room and threw his stuff down onto his bed, he felt like crying. There was no way he would be able to get changed without it seeming suspicious, and he didn’t want Youngbin thinking he saw this as a date or anything. He quickly freshened up by washing his face and putting on a bit of makeup that showed off his cat-like eyes, and shot a distress text to his friends. This was going to be a longer night than expected and he needed them to be prepared for an intervention.

Youngbin heard the door to Inseongs room shut and immediately dropped to the floor, his heart was racing so fast he was surprised it hadn’t been heard by the other. After taking a few shaky breaths he sent a possibly incoherent string of messages to the group chat before attempting to fix his hair a bit. He stood awkwardly by the ingredients he had bought and waited. While he was waiting he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to his housemate. He was definitely one of the most beautiful guys Youngbin had ever met, and that’s saying something after being to one of Seokwoos fashion club meetings before, where he had met an actual angel by the name of Cha Eunwoo. But Inseong just looked so casually handsome, and yet incredibly intelligent at the same time, and Youngbin knew he was a goner.

When his housemate came back out and into the kitchen Youngbin swore he felt the breath knocked out of him again. There weren’t any noticeable differences to his outfit, but his glasses were gone and eyes looked so sharp and piercing, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Inseong may have smirked a little at the open-mouthed look Youngbin was giving him, and thought that perhaps he had a chance after all.

Dinner actually turned out to be a very enjoyable affair, after deciding on which of the two dishes they wanted to eat Youngbin quickly set to work. Inseong offered his assistance by chopping vegetables and handing over the required cooking utensils, but for fear of somehow poisoning the food he refrained from doing any of the actual cooking. They got the chance to make small talk during the process, learning a little more about what they studied and family life. Youngbin talked animatedly about his dancing and Inseong retold stories from his year living in London.

As they were getting ready to sit down, meal fully prepared and two hungry stomachs grumbling, Inseong pulled out a bottle of white wine from the fridge, cocking his eyebrow cheekily. Youngbin laughed and nodded enthusiastically, they didn’t need alcohol to help the conversation but it would be a nice accompaniment to their food. One glass turned to two and then three, and while neither of them were drunk there was a freer way of speaking between them. They decided that the dishes could wait until the next day to be done, and Youngbin made his way over to flop face first onto the couch. It had been a perfect evening, the two getting to know each other and chatting like old friends about past experiences. He was content to just lay there and let the alcohol buzz through his system when something cold touched his cheek.

“I knew you went to bed early, but it’s only nine in the evening, you’re not falling asleep on me just yet are you?”

There was a playful tone to Inseongs voice, and when he turned his head he saw the taller man crouching beside the couch with several bottles of soju in hand. He had a wicked grin on his face and Youngbin felt hot all of a sudden. But he could hold his alcohol pretty well, at least by his friend’s standards, and there was no way he would turn down such an obvious challenge. Not to mention, it would be more time spent getting to know his housemate so he was not going to refuse. He swung himself into a seated position on the couch and patted the newly available space next to him. Inseong was not expecting the daring grin on his housemates face, but it could only mean good things. So he plopped himself down, possibly closer than Youngbin was expecting and definitely closer than necessary, but he was on a high from the food and the wine and the positive feeling he got from their time together so far, and didn’t want it to end just yet.

“A toast then, to finally meeting each other after so long.”

Youngbin raised his bottle to that, and they both took a big swig, for courage. The bitter alcohol burned its way down his throat but it was enough to keep him grounded in the moment. The further into their bottles they went, the more personal the conversation became, telling stories that few others knew of. Youngbin opened up about Youjin, who his friends knew about, but also Seungjun, someone they didn’t, recalling his first time actually sleeping with another guy and the hurt he felt when he realised he had been used. Inseong in turn told him of Johnny but also about Jaehyun, and a trip to Oido that he had never shared with anyone before. It was private and personal, and the pair felt themselves growing closer as the night progressed. Eventually they reached the end of the stash, and both a little more than tipsy they called it a night. As they were about to part ways at their respective rooms, Youngbin grabbed Inseong by the wrist.

“I really had a great evening with you, it was nice getting to know you better and just talk.”

“Yeah it was, I’m glad we’ve gotten close enough to share personal things like we did.”

Inseongs voice dropped lower under the influence of alcohol, and Youngbins soft raspy tones were close to inaudible. But in the little space between them, they heard everything and felt the bond that was something more than just friendship become solidified. As they both nodded and moved away, Inseong couldn’t stop himself from saying something stupid.

“You know, I’ve kept them all. The Post-Its I mean.”

There was an unreadable emotion in Youngbins eyes as he turned to look at him, but he smiled softly and tilted his head to the side.

“Me too. Goodnight Inseong.”

When the two bedroom doors and their occupants lay down in bed, all was quiet and peaceful in the apartment. Only now, the awkwardness and nervous energy that had been bouncing around since the start had dispersed, and was replaced by a more intimate bond and understanding. They would both make more time to see each other, they knew that much. But what they didn’t know yet, was how much they would make their little time count.

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