#lee siyeon is just so perfect

[byunpenguin]

Dreamcatcher's reaction to 8th member having a BIG pp 👀 (g!p reader)

Warning/s: suggestive

REQUESTED :)

Kim Sua

Both you and Sua decided to spend extra hours in the practice room to perfect your dance routine

Sua calls for a break and your legs immediately gave out. You collapsed on the floor with your eyes closed

It was suddenly silent and you worried that something might happened to Sua

When you opened your eyes, you saw her gawking at your crotch. You were wearing a grey sweatpants and your FRIEND is bulging against your pants

"You like what you see, unnie?" You teased. Sua threw her shoes at you, blushing "Sh-shut up!"

Lee Gahyeon

It wasn't the first time that Gahyeon experienced how BIG you are but everytime she does, it always feels like the first

Her eyes were shut tight, mouth hanging as she moans your name.

You slowly entered inside her, feeling her walls clenching around your cock

"Y-you're so big" she gasp. You shut your eyes tight, pushing the remaining length inside her "Abit more, unnie. G-god.."

Handong

Handong was playing games on her phone inside the living room when you suddenly went out of your room naked

Her eyes went wide upon seeing your friend, hanging inbetween your legs.

Despite it's flaccid form, it is no doubt that the size is big. She wonders sometimes if she could take you inside of her.

"Are you done looking?" You asked. Handong didn't say anything as she threw your boxers towards you before heading inside her room. You followed her 😉

Lee Siyeon

Siyeon prefers to take you down her throat.

You love hearing her choke and groan as you push her head down further

And when she pulls out, your cock is coated with her saliva. She would pump you, not stopping until your cum has painted her tongue

"U-uunie! Fuck!" You cursed as you came all over her tongue. You opened your eyes to look at her, only to witness Siyeon licking and swallowing everything.

Lee Dami and Kim Yoohyeon

I can imagine these two loving your cock inside their ass

They love how you stretch them wide open because of your size

Dami loves to ride you

Yoohyeon would prefer taking it from behind so she could spread her cheeks for you

Kim Jiu

Would give you a hand job

Man, have you seen how big her hand is? Just the right size for your big friend as well

Loves to pump you hard and fast

Would play your balls for added pleasure

"Be a good girl and make a mess for unnie" she whispered.

[pessachs-art]

heLppppp

Guys I think Siyeon is slowly (but surely) stealing Jiu's role as my bias-- OKAY MAYBE NOT VERY SLOWLY *hides the hundreds of photos and fancams of her I saved on my phone*

[emeraldbabygirl]

I’m not a bath person cause you’re like bathing in your own filth but I love the thought of taking a bath with your mate. Like a nice warm bubble bath with a few lavander scented candles, or whatever scent you prefer. I’d like a calming scent after a rough day ya’know? A few of the lights dimmed to give a soft glow to the bathroom and just resting against your mate maybe you kiss a bit and just cuddle and play with the bubbles and enjoy each other’s company. Nothing sexual just laying in the bath together and relaxing. I like that idea.

[domjaehyun]

𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. – 𝐣.𝐣𝐡, 𝐥.𝐣𝐧

summary. you'd realized fairly early on that there's something very slightly different about jeno and jaehyun; not bad, just...nothing you've ever known before. you do your best not to think about it and not to think about them, but it's getting harder and harder to keep your mind off of the two most coveted frat boys on campus, especially as they make it clearer and clearer that you're the only one they want... and that they always get what they want. between jeno's pointed teasing and jaehyun's gentler goading, it's obvious that they've put self-serving targets on your back. jeong jaehyun and lee jeno are nothing if not notorious for their aim. (creds to @gohyuck​ aka raya my beloved for this incredible summary)

pairing. lee jeno x reader x jeong jaehyun

genre. smut, mild humor

word count. 27.1k (one day….i will atone for my sins)

contents & warnings. explicit smut (somewhat soft dom!jaehyun, somewhat hard dom!jeno, sub!reader, public groping, fingering, oral (receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, daddy kink, breeding kink, praise kink, nipple/breast play (receiving), lots of dirty talking), brief mentions of drugs and alcohol, and there’s, like, one creep who objectifies the reader

author’s note. just a note that, because jeno and jaehyun are incubi, their seduction techniques may come across as mildly predatory at times. there are elements of dubcon in this story, so please take note of this if you plan to read! (the dubcon scene in question is mild and becomes actual consent quickly, if that’s any consolation!!) i hope you enjoy, and please, please, please, let me know if you liked it!

“I’m jus’ sayin’–” Donghyuck starts, his voice garbled due to his mouthful of food, and you cringe in disgust, frowning and wrinkling your nose in distaste as you slap his arm lightly.

“Stop talking with your mouth full.” You admonish him, and he glowers at you before chewing his fries and swallowing them.

“They both clearly want you, you’re clearly into both of them; just bite the bullet and hook up with at least one of them.” 

“I don’t know...they make me kinda nervous. They give me strange vibes.” You mutter, peering across the cafeteria. The targets of your stare are busy laughing it up with the rest of their fraternity brothers, painting the picture-perfect candid shot for all their adoring fans. At the dreamy sigh that leaves Lucy’s lips, you’re guessing she disagrees.

“A man shows anything more than platonic interest in you and he gives you strange vibes.” Donghyuck points out, and you glare at him, snatching a fry from his plate. He gasps in horror, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly as he splutters indignantly. “What the-?! What you’ve just done...is unforgivable.” 

“Oh, hush, drama queen.” You snicker in amusement, offering him the fry back. He reaches for it and you pull it back, bringing the fry to his lips. He sucks his teeth and opens his mouth, letting you place the fry into his mouth in an incredibly patronizing act as he rolls his eyes, and you pout mockingly at him before looking up, feeling as if someone is watching you. Your gaze is pulled almost magnetically to the table you found yourself peeking at earlier. Sure enough, not only is Lee Jeno staring at you, but Jeong Jaehyun joins him a second after, their intense gazes practically burning holes into your clothing. When they realize you’re meeting their gazes, they look over at each other and let their mouths quirk into two sly smirks that have heat rushing down your spine.

You duck your head down quickly, doing your best to ignore their blazing stares, and peek up at the cohabitants of your table, silently seeking refuge in one of their casual gazes.

“They’re staring–” Lucy starts, and you wave her off quickly. 

“I know.”

“Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them–” Hyuck starts to chant a bit too loudly for your liking, hitting his hands on the table rhythmically. To your horror, Siyeon joins him, her eyes glinting with mischief. Yeeun even starts to mouth along, bobbing her head from side to side as she looks at her phone.

“Okay, shut up–shut up, damn it! Dami, a little help here?” You whisper hurriedly, and the senior looks up from her phone at you at the sound of her name.

“I think you should do it, pumpkin.” She chuckles, shrugging, and you whine in anguish.

“You’re supposed to be my Big, remember? When I joined Kappa Alpha Tau, you promised you’d have my back.” You pout, and Dami arches a perfectly done brow.

“Having your back doesn’t mean blindly taking your side, babe. It means looking out for you and guiding you on the right track. And in this case, the right track leads you to sitting very nicely on their di–” Dami points out with a sly grin, and you clap your hands over your ears, shaking your head vigorously.

“No, no, none of that!” You yelp, flustered, and Siyeon and Yeeun start to laugh at you. “My roommate and her Big...picking on little old me...I never thought this would happen to me.”

“I just love chaos,” Siyeon shrugs indifferently, and you furrow your brows at her, hesitantly removing your hands from your ears. She bites back a snicker at your offended expression, and adds, “What? It’s my last year here, so I’m looking for as much excitement as I can find.”

“Don’t remind me,” Lucy whines, putting her head down on the table, resting it on her folded arms. “I’m going to miss you and Dami so much.”

“We have so much time together still, so don’t worry about that too much,” Dami reassures her, and Siyeon nods in agreement, squeezing Lucy’s shoulder soothingly. She looks appeased, a relieved smile curling her lips, and it’s peacefully silent for a moment before you hear heels click-clacking towards you and smell a familiar, sweet perfume, turning to see your sorority chapter president approaching your table with a wide smile on her face.

“Hey, sisters!” She chirps, and you all greet her in turn, Hyuck offering a friendly wave. “Hi, Donghyuck!” Turning to you and Lucy, she continues, “I just wanted to remind you guys that you’re running the bake sale in about three hours!” She says, smiling brightly when the two of you nod in understanding.

“I remember! I have all the goodies packed away in the trunk of my car,” You inform her, and she gives you an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Awesome! Good luck, girls! See you guys later!” She bids you a warm goodbye, and you all return the favor before she walks away.

“She’s so sweet. How is anyone that nice all the time?” Dami mumbles in wonder, and you shrug. 

“Beats me. You all struggle to be nice to me, and we’re friends.”

“Oh, fuck off! We do not struggle to be nice to you; you just happen to need more tough love than the average person.” Yeeun scoffs, and you glare at your roommate, mentally tallying the betrayals she’s committed against you.

“Lucy is the only one who’s ever actually nice to me.” You huff petulantly, and Lucy smiles sweetly at you.

“I do my best.”

“Can we get back to the topic at hand?” Hyuck butts in, and you glower at him. “Stop dodging the situation.”

“I was so careful,” You whisper in frustration. “We were so close to moving on.”

“Two of the most fuckable men in Nu Kappa Tau want you...and you act like this is a problem for you?” Hyuck asks incredulously, and you raise your brows.

“Not you calling them fuckable.” You chuckle.

“I may be straight, but I know a hot guy when I see one. Not to mention, there have been zero complaints about their skills in bed. If this campus did Yelp reviews on bedroom prowess, those two would be five-star establishments.” Hyuck insists, jabbing his index finger into the table repeatedly to drive his point home.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! Geez, let it go for like a minute, would you? You’re like a dog with a bone.” You grimace, and Hyuck just stares blankly at you.

“I’m not a dog with a bone. If anything, they’re the dogs with two big bones waiting for y–”

“Shut up!” You squeal, covering your ears once more.

The sorority bake sale is going without a hitch, and a sense of pride swells up in your chest as  customers come and go, their sounds of delight upon tasting their selected treat only widening your smile.

“This is going so well!” Lucy squeals in your ear, and you nod excitedly after handing change back to a customer. You turn around to restock the blueberry muffins, only to nearly drop the damn tray as none other than Jeong Jaehyun makes an appearance, Lee Jeno right by his side. Jaehyun at least attempts to appear nonchalant, while Jeno looks beyond mischievous, eyes scanning your frame before dragging back up to meet your gaze, the secretive glint in his eyes causing your skin to crawl in both excitement and nervousness.  

“Hi! Welcome to Kappa Alpha Tau’s bake sale! Can we interest you in something sweet?” Lucy rattles off, but the two males barely pay her any mind, their gazes burning holes into the crown of your head as you busy yourself with counting the money in the cash box so you don’t have to look at them. One of them clears their throat expectantly, and you realize there’s simply no way around this interaction, so you suck your teeth as quietly as possible and look up, meeting each of their gazes briefly and flashing a small smile before staring directly between their heads.

“Aren’t you going to greet us?” Jeno asks, voice laced with mock hurt.

“Hi,” You mumble quietly, and Jeno and Jaehyun look at each other, their lips curling up into mischievous little grins.

“Do you recommend anything in particular?” Jeno asks, the question somehow tacking on an unspoken command to look at him. Your gaze slowly moves to lock on his dark brown eyes, and you nibble your lower lip nervously as he studies your face intently.

“The, um, the lemon bars are good.” You gesture to the bright yellow pastries, and he raises his eyebrows in intrigue.

“I like lemon bars,” He muses thoughtfully before leaning forward and placing his hands on the table, deliberately leaning into your space. You step back smoothly without missing a beat, betrayed only by the flustered squeak that slips out, and swallow hard. 

“Or you could get one of the mini pies,” You point at the small display of miniature pies, and Jaehyun’s brow arches.

“Are they gooey on the inside?” He asks curiously, looking up from the pies to your face with such a sudden switch in gazes, his expression morphing from curious to a seductive twist on intrigue as he watches you.

“I, uh, I think so.” You reply, uncertain, and he nods in understanding.  

“It’s okay if they are. I like getting a little...messy.” He says slowly, deliberately, and while Lucy sucks in a breath of surprise, you exhale in puffs of amusement.

“That’s gross.” You snicker to yourself, and Jaehyun smiles at your amused expression.

“Can you recommend the sweetest thing on the menu?” Jeno’s back with his questions, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“You’d be best off with the blueberry muffins,” You suggest, voice as cheery and customer service-friendly as you can bear it. “Excuse me–Lucy can ring you guys up when you decide what you want.” You slip away quickly, walking to your car nearby, where several other containers of goodies are waiting to be retrieved and sold. You open your trunk and start to organize the baked goods by the order in which you’re going to bring them over to the main table. Taking a moment for yourself, you exhale loudly and glance over at the bake sale table to see if they’ve moved on to torture Lucy only to find, to your surprise, that they’re gone. 

You pause, process the realization, and turn back around, unintentionally catching your expression in the semi-reflective surface. You look...disappointed? You blink at your reflection, at your furrowed brows and frown, and decide that you simply will not be unpacking the implications of your reaction. You don’t even like them, why does your reflection look so upset–

“You know something, Jaehyun?” Jeno’s voice sounds out from behind you, such a sudden appearance that you jump in surprise, nearly hitting your head on the elevated part of your trunk. You whirl around, clutching your chest to see an amused, mildly concerned Jaehyun, and a smug, smirking Jeno. “I think the pretty little bake sale worker forgot something when I asked her for the sweetest thing on the menu.”

“Oh, she definitely did, Jeno,” Jaehyun’s tongue swipes along his bottom lip as they both step closer to you, watching your every move carefully. Your breath hitches in your throat, and Jeno steps alarmingly close to you. 

“Mm.” Jeno pauses, his lips quirking up into a crooked smile, and he looks skyward, tapping his chin with his index finger thoughtfully. “I think you’re right, because I’m looking at something much sweeter than anything on that table.” He purrs, and you know that’s a cheesy line that would probably fall flat had anyone but one of them delivered it, but, fuck, why is it working? Your legs feel like they’re turning to jelly and your brain is gradually liquefying as the two males continue to close you in against your car.

“‘M not on the menu,” You mumble in a daze, and internally slap yourself because, for Christ’s sake, was that really the best response you could come up with?

“What a shame,” Jeno tsks. “I don’t think anyone would notice if we just...snuck a little taste. What do you think, Jaehyun?”

You’re so lightheaded that it’s concerning, the Milky Way swimming uselessly in your head every time you try to form a coherent thought. All hopes of regaining your rationality fly out the window at Jaehyun’s next words.

“I think you’re absolutely right, but honestly...if I get a taste, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” Jaehyun hums, and your knees buckle, your trunk catching you as you plop down on it unexpectedly. 

“What do you think about that, baby? Hm? Are you gonna let us have a taste?” Jeno coaxes, and your mind goes completely, totally, absolutely and resolutely blank. 

“Shit,” You mumble, but to your embarrassment, it sounds more like a moan. “Shit, shit, shit.” 

“Just one...little...taste, baby?” Jaehyun breathes against your ear, his every move causing his lips to graze your skin, and your eyes just about roll back into your head. 

“Mm–no. No, no, no–back up!” You splutter, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear the fog in your head. Momentarily startled, both males step back, and you spring up, whirling around to pick up a box and shutting your trunk, practically barrelling through them and rushing back to the bake sale table.

You set the box down on your chair and try desperately to catch your breath from the incredibly mind-scrambling situation that just occurred while Lucy stares at you in unconcealed concern.

“You, uh...you okay?” She asks, and you hold up a hand to shush her.

“Not now.” You pant, and she nods in understanding, rubbing your back soothingly.

“Can I...can I just ask one question?” Lucy asks tentatively, and you nod once you’ve caught your breath. “Why’d you bring a box full of car supplies to the bake sale table?” Lowering your gaze to the box you’ve picked up, you realize that Lucy is right, the box before you filled with a rag, a couple of snow squeegees, and a bottle of antifreeze.

“Ah, fuck.” 

“...And class, don’t forget to submit your online quizzes by the end of this week!” Your professor reminds you all amidst the din of everyone packing up to leave. You and Lucy breeze out of the classroom after thanking your professor and start walking, momentarily faltering when you bump into each other as you head in separate directions.

“Girl? The cafeteria is...this way...as it’s always been…” You say, confused, and Lucy shoots you a sheepish grin.

“I can’t make it to lunch today,” She starts to explain, quickly continuing at your crestfallen expression, “I have a study group for one of my class’s projects, and–oh–it’s with that really cute guy I keep telling you about.” She pouts deeply at you and you match her expression, the two of you just staring each other down. She bats her eyelashes and makes a pathetic little whimpering noise that has you rolling your eyes and sighing heavily in defeat. “Thank you! You’re the best, I love you, I’ll buy you lunch later this week as a thank you!”

“Whatever,” You mumble dejectedly as she pecks your cheek and darts off in the direction of the library. You frown to yourself for a second, letting yourself wallow in your misfortune briefly before heading for the cafeteria.

You’re standing in line to get something to eat when an arm lands heavily around your shoulders. You flinch, turning to see who it is, and sigh internally as you realize that it’s none other than your incredibly annoying, alarmingly forward classmate in the year above you, Park Jaesang. 

“Well, hello, beautiful.” Jaesang grins, and you can’t contain the distasteful scowl that appears on your face as you step out of his touch and turn back around to continue waiting in line. “Aw, I don’t get a hello?”

“No,” You mutter under your breath, and he just snickers, the sound incredibly aggravating. “Did you need something, Jaesang?”

“Just wanted to talk to you,” He says with an air of faux innocence that you see right through. Right, you think. Talk–like you’ve wanted since I got on this campus last year. “I never see you without one of your friends...now I get you all to myself.” His voice lowers on the last couple of words, and your skin crawls in discomfort.

“Yeah, my friend bailed on me for lunch,” You mumble, and he steps around so he’s beside you, his smug grin visible from your peripheral vision.

“Great. Then you can sit with me.” He nudges you, and you step away reflexively. You’re about to open your mouth and bullshit some excuse, but–

“That won’t be happening,” A voice says coolly from behind both of you, and you turn around to see Jaehyun standing there, his jaw set and expression cold. You never thought in a million years that Jaehyun would be your saving grace, but you’re not complaining, your body reflexively stepping closer to him. “She’s eating with me.”

“Mm. A shame. Maybe next time.” Jaesang balks immediately in Jaehyun’s intimidating presence, but has the residual ego to shoot you a suggestive smile that provokes a small frown on your face. “You should come to a Sigma Chi party sometime,” He says, the invitation clearly only directed at you, and you shake your head immediately.

“I prefer NKT.” You mutter, and Jaehyun smirks proudly.

“Maybe I’ll change your mind.” Jaesang suggests, and you just furrow your brows, leaning closer to Jaehyun, who quite literally makes a shooing motion with his hand. Jaesang looks like he’s about to protest, but another hard stare from Jaehyun, and he’s practically stumbling over himself in his haste to leave you alone. 

You stand there awkwardly, shifting your weight onto either foot, before you speak, blurting out your question. “Where’s your Little?” You ask; you avoid saying his name directly, not wanting to give even his memory the satisfaction of your interest.

“Jeno’s...off somewhere stirring up trouble, I’m sure. I’ll be sure to tell him you missed him.” He teases, and your eyes widen as you shake your head vigorously.

“No! I mean,” You clear your throat, “I don’t think you need to do that. I didn’t miss him, I was just wondering.”

“Mm...sure.” Jaehyun replies, amusement and skepticism clear on his face.

“Also, uh,” You say, desperate to change the subject. “Thank you...for just now with Jaesang,” You say gratefully, looking up at Jaehyun, and he shrugs nonchalantly, but there’s a pleasant smile on his face, his regrettably cute dimples showing. “I owe you one.” You turn to start filling your plate with various foods, and Jaehyun just lets out a low chuckle, reaching over you, dangerously close, to pluck a plate off of the stack as he starts to fill up his plate.

“Those are some dangerous words, doll; you ready for me to cash that favor in?” He muses softly in your ear, and a tremor of...well, you can’t tell if it’s bred of nerves or excitement, but a tremor definitely runs down your spine. Your face blazing with heat, you finish collecting your food and stare at it intently, not daring to look up. In your peripheral vision, Jaehyun nods his head at a spare table, and you hesitate before ultimately following after him dutifully. “Why so shy?” He teases as you sit down, Jaehyun thankfully choosing the seat across from you, and you glower at him. “Ah…you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.” He remarks, and you make a mocking face, not trusting yourself to speak. He stares at you intently, and you realize you’re not getting out of this encounter without speaking.

“Stop being gross,” You mumble, and he quiets, allowing you to drop your gaze back down to your food. You figure eating is preferable to talking, so you start to eat, chewing as slowly as possible to avoid having to speak more.

“So you’re saying you don’t want to have sex with me?” Jaehyun asks, and you promptly choke on your food, your eyes wide as you shoot him a scandalized look. He doesn’t look offended, just amused and concerned as you recover from your brief coughing fit, face warm once again as you reach for your water to soothe your throat. “An answer would be nice, you know.”

“Can’t you just...be quiet?” You whine, and he smirks, leaning in closer to you.

“That’s not a no.”

“It’s not a yes, either.” You shoot back, feeling surprisingly bold, and he raises an eyebrow in intrigue.

“Sassy...I like that.” You’re not sure if he’s doing it on purpose–he probably is, the unbearably attractive devil–but his voice is lower than usual, his salacious tone making your brain go, once again, completely blank. You ignore him, deciding to fuck decorum directly in the ass as you quickly eat the rest of your food, coming dangerously close to just shoveling the food down your throat. He seems to take pity on you, because he leaves it at that, the two of you eating in a silence that’s surprisingly comfortable. When you’ve finished before him, you smile politely and move to clean up your place and leave to find sanctuary in the library. “We should do this again sometime,” He proposes, and you pause, frowning slightly.

“No offense, but a lunch filled with endless one-sided flirting isn’t my idea of a good time.” You reply carefully, and he laughs openly at that, his eyes alight with glee.

“I’d be more than happy to show you a real good time if you’re ever looking for one.” His voice is lower again, and you realize that, yes, he’s definitely doing it on purpose. 

“And there you go again.” You can’t help but roll your eyes, and he just raises his hands up in defense, a smile on his face. You finish clearing your space and stand up to leave, Jaehyun getting to his feet and leaning over the table faster than you can make your escape. His proximity causes you to freeze not unlike a deer in headlights, and he takes the opportunity to bring his lips close to your ear.

“My offer still stands.” He pulls back, but not before his lips brush your earlobe and against your jaw, a startled little mix between a whimper and a moan slipping from your mouth before you can stop it. He stills, and you don’t dare look at him, instead slinging your bag over your shoulder and picking up your plate, pushing your chair in with your knee. “I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you moan.” He muses, his voice suspiciously soft. Thoroughly embarrassed, you maneuver around the table, getting ready to speed off towards the library. Just as you pass by him, he murmurs just loudly enough for you to hear, his words careful and spoken slowly.

“Hopefully it’s not the last.”

Once you’ve finally settled into your favorite spot in the library and have taken a moment to relish in the relief that comes with not having to deal with being flirted with endlessly, the absolute last person you expect to see is Lee Jeno; yet here he comes, a smug little smirk on his face as he slides into the seat across from you.

“You’re kidding.” You mumble under your breath, and he chuckles. 

“I’ll be quiet, don’t worry; I just want to finish this reading and work on my essay.”

“I didn’t know you even knew how to do that.” You mutter.

“Write an essay?” He asks, confused.

“Read.” You reply nonchalantly, not looking up as you turn a page in your textbook, and his silent laughter is so infectious that it brings a small smile to your face despite how hard you try to fight it.

“I love when you get feisty.” He says when he’s recovered from his laughing fit. You say nothing in response, just shooting him a silent glare and returning your attention to your textbook. 

You would say he was almost an ideal desk partner, the male saying nothing for a surprisingly long time as you focus on finishing your reading. The only drawback is that he simply can’t stop staring at you, with him even going so far as to abandon his book and lean back in his chair in favor of eying you up and down. You slide your gaze up to stare blankly back at him, and when he meets your gaze, he smiles with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.” He’s shameless, one eyelid dropping down into a wink that has an embarrassing flush of heat spreading throughout your body, settling on your cheeks and between your legs.

“Take a picture; it’ll last longer.” Your attempt to fake nonchalance doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeno’s keen eyes, which narrow in a nonverbal taunt. 

“Tempting, but I’d prefer if my photos of you had a lot less clothing.” Jeno replies smoothly, and you suck in a loud breath, the heat in your cheeks flaring up yet again.

“Shut up,” You grouch half-heartedly, turning a page in your textbook. Your brows furrow at the realization that there are more words on the page that you don’t recognize than you do.

“I can tell you’re stressed.” Jeno pipes up, and you flick your gaze up to the grinning male. “Let me fix that.”

“God, does everything have to be so...sexual with you?” You huff in mild annoyance, and he shrugs indifferently. 

“It’s not my fault you keep turning me on.” He shoots back, and you suck your teeth quietly, returning your gaze to your textbook. “So,” Jeno hums, leaning forward in his chair as his stare burns into you even without your returning his gaze. “What are you going to do about it?”

“I–um.” You mumble, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the salacious tone of his words fully sinks in, leaving you feeling shy and flustered.

“God, I love to see you squirm,” He groans, and you can’t help but shoot him a brief, mortified glare at his unrestrained sound of pleasure. “Now I want to hear you moan.” 

Jaehyun beat you to that, you think with a small, secretive smile.

“Good luck with that.” You sigh in resignation, and he just chuckles.

“I appreciate that, baby, but you’re forgetting one thing.” He stands up, collecting his belongings, and makes his way over to your side of the table, not missing the way you tense up as he approaches. He leans over you from behind, his cologne intoxicating, and breathes in slowly when his lips get near your ear before he speaks again. “I don’t need luck.” His lips graze just behind your ear in a suspiciously similar manner to Jaehyun’s little stunt a mere handful of minutes ago, setting your skin abuzz and eliciting a choked gasp from you before he chuckles and pulls back, satisfied with his effect on you. “I’ll leave you to study now.” He shows the first act of mercy as he heads towards the library exit, walking backwards slowly just to keep his eyes on you for a moment longer. You don’t dare look up fully, only acknowledging him through your peripheral vision until you hear the door to the library close. 

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, you return your attention to your book, giving it approximately 45 seconds of your undivided attention before you give up with a dramatic whine, slumping forward to rest your head on your crossed arms propped up on the table.

At this point, it’s like they’re determined to make your life a living Hell.

“God, do we have to dress me up like...like a...like a, fucking, I don’t know, virginal maiden about to be offered up for sacrifice?” You complain as you fidget with the hem of your white dress. It’s a lovely dress, honestly; the fabric is soft and relievingly cool against your skin, but it’s not entirely something you’d typically find in your wardrobe, the garment being slightly shorter than you’re used to wearing. Your fingers run over the lacy fabric folded over at the hem, trying to distract yourself from the nerves creeping up your neck. 

“Well...when you think about it, you pretty much are exactly that.” Dami chuckles, just barely dodging your attack on her arm. “Minus the virginal, of course.”

“You’re as good as,” Yeeun remarks under her breath, and this time your hand does meet its mark, smacking Yeeun squarely on the arm, the girl yelping in surprise.

“We have to make you look appealing to all the sweet old ladies who are gonna attend the event.” Siyeon explains, fastening a necklace around your neck.

“Yeah, and make me look like something straight out of a softcore porn movie for all the creepy guys that are gonna be in attendance.” You mutter bitterly, and Siyeon hushes you.

“Relax,” Lucy chirps, squeezing your hand gently in what must have been an attempt to reassure you. 

It fails.

“Okay, final touches, because we’re going onstage in five minutes.” Your sorority president calls out, and Dami nods in acknowledgment before your president’s heels click-clack away.

The auction goes about as well as you’d expect: sweet old ladies and various frat boys bid high amounts on your sorority sisters for their time and services, adding to the funding goal your chapter’s been assigned to raise. One by one, your sorority sisters cross the stage, and, finally, it’s your turn.

When you step out, there’s a loud wolf-whistle that you can, unfortunately, pinpoint as belonging to Jaesang, and loud shushes. The lights overhead are almost blinding, but you power through the brightness to focus on the crowd. As expected, more than a comfortable amount of men are just leering at you, Jaesang included. His fraternity brothers sit around him, some of them whispering in his ear and smirking up at you. 

Please, God, don’t bid on me, don’t bid on me, don’t bid–

“$1,000.” Jaesang’s obnoxiously loud voice rings through the auditorium before your president even gets the chance to introduce you. He stares you down intently before calling out, “Would love to find out what that mouth’s good for.”

Your cheeks blaze in embarrassment, and your president steps in to defend you, but a retort slips out from your lips before you can stop yourself.

“It’s good for telling you to go fuck yourself.” You mutter bitterly, and Jaesang’s crowd of unruly frat brothers cheer loudly, egging on the fight.

“In that case…$1,500.” Jaesang counters, his eyes glinting with challenge. Your eyes widen slightly, and you scan the crowd, looking for a benevolent face to save you. 

“$2,000,” A sweet-looking old woman from the back announces, and you just about faint in relief. 

“$2,750.” Your relief is short-lived as Jaesang makes a counter-offer, and the old woman shoots you what seems to be a sympathetic glance.

Your eyes scan the crowd once more and find, to your surprise, comfort in Jeong Jaehyun’s face. His jaw is set, glare fixed on Jaesang before his eyes drag over to you. You shoot him a pleading glance, and he–was that a nod?

“$3,500.” Jaehyun calls, and Jaesang turns around to glare at him. Jaehyun gives him a look you’ll pray never to be on the receiving end of, and Jaesang visibly balks before turning back around. 

“$4,000.” He’s bold–or stupid...your money’s on stupid–enough to keep bidding, and you cast a panicked glance offstage to see Dami wringing her hands anxiously.

“$5,000.” Who would have thought Lee Jeno would be the form your savior would arrive in today? His voice cuts through the din with ease from his spot between Jaehyun and his best friend, Na Jaemin.

“$6,000.” Jaesang’s still going, and you kind of wish that Hell would open up and swallow him back where he belongs.

“$7,000.” 

No fucking way.

“$8,500.” 

“Holy shit,” You mumble, careful not to speak into the microphone, which has grown unbearably heavy in your hand. The theatre is silent for a moment, and your president shoots you a sympathetic look.

“Okay…$8,500, going once...going twice...s–”

“$10,000.” Lee Jeno’s voice is calm and measured, his gaze trained on you, but you’re certainly not, your knees about to buckle from both shock and relief. No one’s ever gone for that much money. You’ve never even seen that much money.

“No fucking way.” Your president breathes into the microphone, completely forgetting all sense of decorum. “I–I mean–$10,000, going once...going twice…”

To your horror, Jaesang looks like he has something up his sleeve, so you just–

“Sold!” You stammer into the microphone, shooting Jaesang a smug little grin of triumph. The crowd applauds, and your eyes find Jeno’s again, the corner of his mouth quirked up into a beguiling little smirk.

Your immense relief is overwhelming as you hurry off of the stage so your president can make the closing remarks, scurrying into Dami’s outstretched arms, the older girl enveloping you in a tight hug and stroking your hair.

“Holy shit, that was intense.” She breathes, and you nod into her chest, letting her comforting scent of Marc Jacobs’ Daisy soothe you. Your friends gather around you, buzzing excitedly about how you got the largest bid of the whole chapter and how Jeno’s coming from “old money” came in clutch, and it hits you.

“Lee Jeno just paid $10,000 to spend time with me.” You mutter into Dami’s chest, and she pulls back to hear you better. “Lee Jeno–the same Lee Jeno that’s been making passes at me since freshman year–just paid ten thousand smackeroonies for uninterrupted time with me.” You elaborate, and you could swear a shadow crosses over Dami’s face. “Yeah.”

“Well...this should be interesting.” Siyeon chuckles, and you just about faint at the prospect of having Jeno’s unencumbered attention.

“God, are we sure this is the right outfit choice?” You bemoan, and Dami shushes you, hiking up your skirt slightly. “What if he has me doing yard chores or something?”

“I highly doubt he spent $10,000 for you to do yard chores.” Siyeon scoffs, and you huff in defeat, tugging your skirt down when you’re sure no one is looking.

“Well, God, following that mindset, what did he pay $10,000 for?” You ask, aghast.

“Don’t overthink it,” Dami interrupts your spiraling inner monologue with a firm upwards hike of your skirt, and she swats your hands away when you go to fix it. “You have killer legs, and looking like Mother Teresa never did anyone any good.”

You mutter mockingly under your breath and let Siyeon and Dami primp and preen your appearance until they’re satisfied, not even asking questions immediately when Dami stuffs something into your bra. When she’s not looking, you tug it out and gasp, scandalized.

“A condom?!” 

“You never know!” Dami counters, and you frown, inspecting it carefully before glaring up at her.

“A Magnum?” You exclaim, your eyes widening in horror as you take a second glance. “An XL Magnum?!” 

“Hey–you never know,” Siyeon echoes with a wiggle of her brows. “And as for the size: there’s no fucking way that Jeno isn’t absolutely packing.” 

You sigh heavily before tucking the condom under your pillow when they’re not looking, hoping that’s not a decision you’ll regret later.

Being in the frat house is much, much different when there isn’t a party happening. The interior is definitely...lived-in, if you could call it that. The place is exactly what you’d imagine if someone told you to picture a bachelor pad times twelve inhabitants, and you’re not wholly sure if that’s a good thing. However, it does have a homey vibe to it, and it smells a hell of a lot better than the wall of stench you encounter almost every weekend. This smells like microwaved pizza and Febreze, and it’s not the worst combination.

You’re still observing your surroundings curiously when a soft meow catches your attention. Peeking out at you from a hallway, you see a very cute cat, a standard tabby with white patches, and you coo fondly, carefully getting down on your knees and stretching your hand out to the cat. It walks towards you, sniffing your hand briefly before rubbing its face against your knuckles, encouraging you to pet it.

“Well, hi, cutie.” You say softly. “Whose are you? What’s your name?”

“She’s mine,” A familiar voice sounds from behind you, and it takes everything in you not to flinch or yelp for fear of scaring the cat away. “Her name is Bongsik.” Jeno says, and it’s one of the first times you spot a genuine twinkle of warmth in his eyes. No ulterior motive, no double entendres; just a person with love for their cat. You pause, looking him over as subtly as possible, and do your best to ignore the way your mouth dries up almost immediately. He’s in a grey t-shirt with the sleeves cut off–typical, you think–and a pair of sweatpants in a slightly lighter shade of grey, and it takes everything in you not to stare at the sliver of skin that reveals itself on his abdomen when he casually reaches a hand up to run his fingers through his hair, pushing it back and tousling it gently. You’re not even aware that you’re frozen in place until Bongsik abruptly bumps your hand with her head, causing you to jolt out of your trance and refocus your attention on the cat in front of you. 

“Hi, Bongsik,” You greet sweetly, and the cat in question responds by rolling over onto her back. “You’re so cute.” Turning your head slightly to face Jeno, an action you deem safe given that the majority of his attention is on his cat, you ask curiously, “I don’t get the vibe she likes big crowds much, so what do you do with her when there are parties?”

“My best friend Jaemin will let her chill in his dorm,” Jeno explains, and you nod in understanding. Seeming to grow bored of the attention, Bongsik rights herself and walks off to another area of the house. Jeno straightens back up into a standing position, reaching out a hand to help you up. You take it hesitantly, trying not to think about how large, warm, and firm his hand is as he pulls you to your feet, and nod awkwardly in lieu of a verbal thank you.

“You know, I could get used to that.”

“Get used to what?” You ask curiously, and he looks down at you, eyes bright with mirth.

“The sight of you on your knees,” Jeno teases, and you squeak in surprise, not expecting him to revert back to his casanova ways so swiftly.

“I guess I walked right into that one.” You mutter, and he nods, clearly amused.

“You really did. Come on–my room’s upstairs.” Jeno jerks his head towards the staircase, and you follow him up the stairs into the second room to the right.

When you get to his bedroom door, you follow Jeno’s lead, toeing off your shoes at his doorway and stepping fully into his room. It’s clean, to your surprise. It smells good, too; fresh yet woodsy, and there’s a refreshing breeze coming in from an open window. There aren’t many personal effects around, which you deem a shame, because assigning as much humanity as possible to Lee Jeno may just be the key to becoming more comfortable–or, really, less uncomfortable–around him. Jeno just watches you with probing eyes as you look around, arching a neat brow when you meet his gaze.

“So, um.” Your voice falters as you prepare yourself to ask the million-dollar–or, if you’re feeling literal, ten-thousand dollar–question. “I’m at your service. What do you need?”

“Oh, that.” Jeno remarks as if he’d forgotten the reason you’d even come over in the first place. “I don’t really need help with anything, so...how long do I have you for?”

“Uh...they didn’t really specify.” You mumble, and he chuckles good-naturedly.

“Well...did you bring your school books?” 

“Yep,” You nod, and he shrugs.

“Wanna just study for a couple of hours and I’ll let you go?” He offers, and you smile, relieved at how relaxed he’s being. 

“Sounds like a plan.”

Without further ado, you plop down on the floor, making yourself comfortable on the navy blue rug by his bed, neatly made with a matching navy blue sheet set and comforter. 

“You can study on the bed, you know.” Jeno points out, and you blanch at the prospect of being so close to him. You chuckle awkwardly and position yourself on the bed, tucking your skirt under you tightly as you lie down on your stomach, opening one of your textbooks and starting to do one of your assigned readings. Jeno relaxes next to you, opening his laptop and starting to type. The minutes pass easily, Jeno muttering under his breath occasionally as he types–a surprisingly cute habit for the usually stoic male, you think–until things take a shift. 

Gradually, as you become more and more bored with the material you’ve been assigned to read, you become more and more aware of Jeno’s wavering focus on his task at hand and his increasing interest in you. His eyes scan your figure, down from your face to your bare legs, before they look back up at your face. Your mouth suddenly dry, you make a point not to look at him or acknowledge his staring in any way, but you notice that the corner of his lips is curling upward into a catlike grin that both excites you and makes you incredibly nervous.

“Princess…” Jeno drawls, and the sheer amount of desire in his voice combined with the spontaneous pet name almost has your gaze moving to meet his own in an almost magnetic attraction. “I’m bored.”

“Take a break.” You suggest softly. “Do something else.” At his responding smile, you fear you walked right into his trap.

“Good idea,” He purrs, rolling onto his side so he’s facing you. It’s impossible to keep pretending you don’t notice his reassigned attention, but he makes it even more difficult when the hand not propping himself up busies itself with tracing along the dimples in the backs of your knees. You suck in a sharp, loud breath, your eyes widening as you frantically attempt to appear busy, and a low, almost sinister chuckle leaves his lips.

“Ticklish?” He murmurs, and you shake your head dismissively. “Mm.” Whether that was a hum of disappointment or acknowledgment, you don’t know, and frankly, you couldn’t care less, because his hand skims up the back of your bare thigh, goosebumps erupting in his wake, until his fingers reach the hem of your skirt. You just about choke on your spit when his fingers dip just under the fabric and he starts to knead the flesh of your thigh gently. “Does that feel good?”

Part of you wants to say that yes, it feels amazing, but all that leaves you is a small, choked whimper, and he exhales loudly through his nose in amusement. Unsurprisingly, warmth starts to pool in the seat of your underwear, the fabric gradually coming to cling to your folds with the slick of your arousal. As if he can sense it, his fingers slip up higher, pushing your skirt up with them until the cool air of his room hits your uppermost thigh area and you suck in another breath, holding this one as you await his next move. 

His fingers press between your thighs, and the immediacy with which you part them, despite the movement being slight, has another chuckle bubbling up in his throat. His knuckles free to brush against the damp seat of your underwear, they do just that, the plaintive whine you let out from his actions sending satisfaction to purr deep in his chest. Abandoning any pretense he may have been holding up, he presses his knuckles into your clothed core, grinning wickedly when a sharp yelp of pleasure slips from your lips as one knuckle grazes your clit. He’s momentarily surprised when he withdraws his fingers and the cool air catches the flat of them, signaling just how wet you are for it to have seeped through your underwear and now lay glistening on his knuckles.

“You’re already this wet?” He murmurs, both in awe and incredibly smug as he repeats his earlier action, lightly drumming his knuckles against your clit rhythmically, hypnotizingly. Just as you open your mouth to protest, Jeno continues, cutting you off, “I’d love to see you try and lie your way out of this; I literally have your cum on my fingers as we speak.”

You let out a tiny, indignant squeak accompanied by a defeated sigh, but stubbornly keep your gaze trained on your book.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?” He hums, pressing his knuckle into the underside of your clit. You cry out feebly, your head drooping reflexively, and you let out a shaky exhale before lifting your head up and staring boldly at your page. “Fake nonchalance all you want, but you’ve been ‘reading’ that same page for about twenty minutes, so either something’s not clicking up there,” He notes, gesturing to your head with a jerk of his chin, “Or something’s really clicking down here.” Just to drive his point home even further, he captures your clit between two knuckles, pinching it briefly–not enough to hurt, just enough to have you gripping your textbook until your hands shake. “Stubborn little thing, aren’t you?” He muses, and he retracts his hand entirely, your body going slack in what you would hope is relief, but know all too well to be disappointment.

Your letdown is brief as his fingers return with a vengeance, two fingers pushing your underwear aside and two other fingers swiping up your entrance. You bite into your fist and focus all your energy into not rocking back onto his wicked, wretched, incredibly skilled fingers–

“Jeno!” You squeal when he unceremoniously pushes not one, but two fingers into you, the slight but sudden stretch having a dizzying effect on your mind. All but admitting defeat, you drop your head down onto your textbook and slide your gaze over to meet his, your mouth open in a silent gasp. He starts to push his fingers in and out of you smoothly, your entrance sucking him in with greedy, wet noises you’d rather not hear, and you can hear his breath turn ragged. 

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” Jeno purrs, and you muffle a sob into the papery sanctuary of your textbook. “So pretty and fucked out. Imagine how wrecked you’d be if I replaced these fingers with my co–”

“Oh, fuck–” You hiss when he pulls his fingers out to the tip. He pauses for a cruelly long time, long enough for you to lose your patience, grinding down onto him as subtly as one can possibly be in this situation.

“Pushing back against my fingers already?” He catches your eye again, and there’s an almost inhuman glint of glee shining bright in them. “How pathetic.”

“J-Jeno–” You gasp, forgoing the illusion of restraint you’d been poorly maintaining. “Please–”

“Where do you want my fingers, hm? Here?” He pushes back in, fingers stuffed in you to the very last knuckle, and curls them so perfectly that your vision almost goes black for a second. 

“Yes–yes–right there–”

At the first true admission of pleasure from you, Jeno holds back nothing, finger-fucking you with such sudden fervor that it compels you to bring your knees up closer to your chest, pushing your ass into the air. You must look an absolute sight, your cheek resting on your textbook, mouth slack-jawed, eyes wide, and your ass in the air with your pretty baby pink pleated skirt flipped up over your ass to reveal your simple light grey cotton underwear.

“I want to hear you come.” Jeno says, and, while it’s phrased like a wish, it’s nothing but a full-blown command, and how could you do anything but obey? Especially when his thumb lowers itself to push down on your clit with enough pressure to have a weak, low moan tumbling from your lips. Your climax hits you with all the supposed grace of a freight train, pleasure slamming into you and forcing your body into a sensory overload blackout. 

Gasps and whimpers spill from you freely as you’re left reeling, wondering in awe, if he could make you come this good with just his fingers, how on Earth would you ever survive actually experiencing his c–

“You still with me?” Jeno chuckles, but there’s a slight hint of worry, and you blink back to consciousness, realizing you were shaking wordlessly for what must have been a concerningly long time.

“Yeah,” You exhale slowly, carefully, and his lips quirk into that little smile you’ve come to find familiar as he pulls his fingers out of you. 

“Good. Now look what you did to me.” He urges, and you spare a daring glance down to his pants, and oh, my fucking God, maybe you really should have brought the Magnum XL–

“I’m so sorry,” You gasp reflexively, and he arches a brow in both amusement and confusion. 

“Sorry? For making me hard?” He laughs, and your face blazes once more in shame. “You don’t have to apologize if you take care of it.”

“I–” You start, but are cut off by the sound of your phone buzzing. You two blink at each other for a moment before you snap out of your daze and reach for the phone, flipping your skirt back down to preserve what’s left of your nonexistent dignity. “Hello?”

“Are you coming to the chapter meeting? It started five minutes ago, and I have a feeling you forgot.” Lucy’s voice rings through, loud and clear, and your eyes widen.

“Oh, crap.” You hiss, sitting up hurriedly and scrambling for your book and bag. “I’ll be there ASAP. I totally forgot, shit.”

“No worries! She’s not mad, just wondering when you’ll be able to get here.” Lucy calms you down, and you relax slightly.

“I can be there in, like, eight minutes.” You assure her, not daring a glance at Jeno’s face. You let the guy finger you to a mindblowing orgasm and are about to leave him high and dry. If blue balls were real, you’re sure you’d have a pretty little medical bill coming your way.

“Okay, cool! We’ll just wait for you.” Lucy says, and you nod, lightly smacking your forehead as you remember she can’t see you.

“Okay, cool. See you soon.” You bid her goodbye, and she echoes you, your finger pressing the “End Call” button. It’s quiet in Jeno’s room for a moment, and you slowly turn to face the male on his bed. To your utter relief, there’s no annoyance in his expression, just amusement as he regards you.

“I have to go to a–” You start to explain, but Jeno holds up a hand to silence you.

“Chapter meeting. I heard.” He chuckles, and you nod, nervously nibbling at your lower lip.

“I’m sorry.” You say sincerely, gesturing at the–fucking massive, good God–imprint in his pants. 

“Don’t be. After what just happened? I’m going to have a lot of fun taking care of myself.” Jeno assures you, and you’re both relieved and scandalized to know that, yes, Jeno is about to jerk himself off, and, yes, he’s about to do it to the thought of you.

“I–uh–yeah–well, I–okay.” You splutter, wiggling your fingers in an awkward wave before shouldering your bag and dashing out his bedroom door, making sure to close it behind you.

As you rush across campus to your chapter meeting, you can’t get the thought of Jeno out of your head; how is he relieving himself right now? Is he stroking himself hard and fast or light and slow? Is he, oh, God, is he moaning your name?

You’re in deep; much deeper than you’d care to admit at this point.

“I can’t believe you didn’t take the condom; you probably cursed yourself!” Siyeon cries dramatically as she adjusts her pirate costume, and you roll your eyes as you adjust the halo on top of your head.

“I didn’t curse myself.” You sigh in mock annoyance. “We ran out of time anyway because of the chapter meeting.” You’re surprised to realize that you’re more than a little bit upset about the way things panned out with Jeno the other day, but you’d honestly rather not address that, so you push the thought down and ignore it.

“Yeah, and if you’d just bailed on the dumb chapter meeting, you would have been fucked five ways to Friday.” Dami mumbles under her breath, and you gasp, grabbing the nearest projectile–Yeeun’s hairbrush–and chucking it at her. She dodges just in time and sticks her tongue out at you teasingly, a wicked little smile on her face.

“Dami’s got a point.” Yeeun points out, and you frown at her through your reflection in the mirror. “I’m sorry, but it’s true–Lee Jeno has the hots for you.”

“So does Jeong Jaehyun, that sexy dimpled dreamboat.” Lucy huffs, flopping back onto your bed. She crosses her legs to avoid flashing you all, tugging down her black dress. You, Yeeun, and Lucy had gone with another group costume this year, with Yeeun being a devil in a sexy little red dress, Lucy a fallen angel in a pretty black dress, and you being an angel in a cute, flowy white dress. Dami puts the finishing touches on her pirate costume, having gone with Siyeon in matching costumes. You all found that a five-part costume idea was too hard to pull off a second time after last year’s Powerpuff Girls orchestration, starring Lucy as Blossom, you as Bubbles, Yeeun as Buttercup, Dami as (a sexy) Professor X, and Siyeon just barely managing to create a sexy factor in her Mojo Jojo costume.

You pull out your phone and scroll through Instagram, curious to see what everyone’s dressed up as this year. This year, you note, Hyuck and his best friend Mark Lee in the year above you went as Thing 1 and Thing 2, respectively; in your opinion, nothing could top last year and Hyuck’s take on Patrick Star to accompany Mark’s Spongebob. Mark’s friend–well, really, everyone’s friend; the guy has the demeanor of a Golden Retriever puppy–Lucas has kept with the Marvel theme, swapping in last year’s Captain America costume for a lighthearted Thor costume. 

“I wonder what Kun’s going to be this year,” Dami remarks, attempting to sound as casual as possible, but everyone in the room jeers, shooting her your own unique skeptical glances.

“Can’t possibly be worse than last year,” Yeeun snickers. “Helping you wash Kun’s green face paint off of your inner thighs was bad, but it made it even worse when the realization of the placement sank in.”

“Why did he think to go as The Grinch? Can he pick a normal costume?” Dami laments, and you frown.

“He’s having fun with it! At least he doesn’t consider himself bound to whatever societal standards were put in place that mandate you slap the word ‘sexy’ before your costume idea.” You defend him, and Dami blows a raspberry at you.

“Get off your soapbox,” She boos you, and you roll your eyes. “‘Societal standards’ this, ‘mandate’ that–I’m just asking the man to wear something discreet for once.”

“Do you think Jaehyun and Johnny are going to go in a pair costume again?” Siyeon asks as she touches up her mascara.

“I don’t know...what did they do for last year, again?” You ask, and she pauses to think, mouth still hanging open slightly from her makeup application.

“Wasn’t Johnny Clark Kent and Jaehyun Superman?” She asks, and you snap in recognition.

“That’s it! They just barely beat out Jaemin’s Robin to Jeno’s Batman for me,” You nod as the memories come back to you.

“Hey, guys?” Lucy calls from her spot on your bed, and everyone pauses what they’re doing to turn and look at her. “Can we, like, I don’t know, actually try to stick together at this party?”

“Rich coming from Ms. Flight Risk herself,” Yeeun snorts, and Lucy gasps in mock offense. “Don’t act like it’s not true; you look at one cute boy and we’re dust in the wind.”

“Well, I’m sorry, but last time I checked, none of you were offering to, how did Dami put it? ‘Fuck me five ways to Friday.’” Lucy counters, and you choke on your spit in surprise.

“You’re right,” You wheeze, coughing to clear your throat. “We definitely are not offering to do that.” 

“Back to your question, Luce–we can try and stick together this time,” Siyeon offers, and Lucy smiles, nodding in satisfaction before returning her attention to her phone.

 “Now, everyone take a condom; you never know what could happen!” Dami announces loudly, walking around your room and unceremoniously stuffing a condom into everyone’s bra cup.

“You’re like Smokey the Bear Ranger, but instead of preventing forest fires, you’re preventing STIs and unwanted pregnancies.” Yeeun deadpans, and Dami shrugs. 

“Not all heroes wear capes.”

The party is packed, as is the custom with NKT parties, and the second you step into the house, a wall of sweat, weed, and alcohol assaults your senses, making you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, only to instantly regret it.

Lucy’s arm, currently looped around your own, tightens excitedly as she seems to spot a familiar face. 

“Ooh, it’s the cute guy from my class!” She squeals in your ear, and you force a smile, knowing exactly where this is heading. “I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go say hi.” She chirps, slipping her arm from yours and disappearing into the crowd of people.

“One down,” Yeeun snickers in your ear, and you sigh heavily before a chuckle escapes you despite yourself.

“And it only took her, what, five seconds? A personal best, I’d say.” You reply, and Yeeun’s eyes glitter with amusement.

“Keep walking, babies.” Siyeon’s voice cuts through the din of excited college students, and you and Yeeun dutifully progress further into the crowd, making a beeline for the kitchen where the drinks are. “Come to Mama,” She purrs, and you look behind you, bewildered, to see she’s only talking to the drink cooler, her body bending down and inspecting the contents.

“I know we just got here, but have you guys managed to spot–”

“Kun?” You finish with a crooked grin that Yeeun sneakily mirrors. “He’s in a Minion costume, I think; I saw him a little ways to the left of the entrance.”

“Have fun sucking face!” Yeeun calls after Dami’s retreating frame, the older girl turning back to glare at you both. 

“I am not going to suck–” Dami protests loudly, catching the attention of a random guy who raises his eyebrows suggestively in intrigue. “I am not going to suck face with Kun.” Dami whispers insistently, and you raise your eyebrows skeptically. “I just–wanted to talk to him about a class project for a second.”

“Sure.” Yeeun remarks snidely.

“Last time I checked, class projects are best discussed when both parties are on the verge of being shitfaced at a frat party.” You remark sarcastically, and Dami narrows her eyes at the two of you.

“We should rethink that angel costume of yours,” Dami hisses, but there’s no malice, only amusement in her tone. “You’re just as bad as Yeeun.”

“Who, me?” You remark innocently. placing a hand to your chest in mock indignance. “I am just as innocent as they come.”

“Oh, yeah?” A smooth voice behind you chuckles, and you go stiff as you place the owner. You turn abruptly, wheeling Yeeun around none too gently, to face Jaehyun, who’s sporting a beer in one hand and an amused smirk on his lips. To your horror, you feel Yeeun slip her arm from your grasp as she shoots you an evil grin before disappearing into the crowd after Dami.

“Traitors,” You mutter under your breath, and Jaehyun just raises an eyebrow.

“God, I love it when you dress up for me.” Jaehyun coos, and you furrow your brows at him.

“This is a Halloween party. Everyone’s dressed up.” You remark flatly, and he chuckles.

“You got me there. How about you do a little spin for me, yeah? Let me get the full picture.” He suggests, making a spinning gesture with his index finger. Against your better judgment, you find yourself doing a little quick twirl, your cheeks heating up when Jaehyun lets out a wolf-whistle. “An angel...baby, the things I want to do to you would get you turned away from the pearly gates faster than you could blink.” He purrs, and something in his tone sounds dangerously like a promise, the words running laps around your mind until you’re almost physically dizzy.

“Did–did you want something, Jaehyun?” You splutter defensively, and his dimples appear as he chuckles.

“Besides you? Yeah. I need a partner for beer pong, and you’re the perfect candidate.” He says, and no sooner than he’s finished his sentence is he linking his fingers with yours and tugging you after him to a table filled with neatly organized red Solo cups.

“Wh-I’m terrible at beer pong!” You squawk in protest, still following after him obediently, and he shrugs, his broad back still turned to you. 

“No better time to learn than now.” He suggests, looking back at you, and you frown deeply at him. “Stop pouting at me or I’ll kiss it off your face.” You drop the pout immediately, to his amusement.

“What are you supposed to be, anyway? Wearing a suit is just lazy.” You scoff, tugging your arm free and crossing both of them. You absolutely do not miss the way his eyes drop to your chest, only accentuated by your action, and you drop your arms just as quickly as you’d lifted them. 

“I’m one of the Men in Black. Johnny’s the other one.” Jaehyun moves behind you and leans down to murmur in your ear, resting both hands on your hips to pivot you in the aforementioned upperclassman’s direction. His touch on your hips shocks you, but it’s gone just as quickly as it’d presented itself, Jaehyun straightening up to listen to Johnny, who’s started to explain the rules to the players and any party goers who have decided to come and watch.

Your opponents are none other than Johnny Suh himself and his Little–do fraternities even call them that?–Na Jaemin, also conveniently Jeno’s best friend. Jaemin’s decked out in a bright orange jumpsuit, an inmate number stamped on the breast of his outfit, and you glean that he’s supposed to be a prisoner. You meet his eye and look away quickly when he shoots you a sly smirk and a wink.

You really have your work cut out for you.

“Are we ready to begin?” Johnny bellows in his best announcer voice, and the crowd of onlookers cheers. “Why don’t we let the pretty girl go first?”

“Jaehyun, I don’t have the faintest idea what I’m doing,” You mumble to him as surreptitiously as possible, and he snickers before his hands are back on your hips, angling your body in the best position–which just so happens to be pressed up against his broad chest. 

“Follow my lead, angel.” Dipping down, Jaehyun hums in your ear in what was probably supposed to be a comforting tone. Well, knowing him, you have no idea what his intention might have been. His fingers trail down your shoulder, your arm, your elbow, your wrist, to your fingers, where he places the small white ball and positions your hand correctly. He’s pressed entirely up against you, personal space a thing of the past, and you wish you could blame the alcohol for the way your mouth starts to water–yes, literally water–at the sudden proximity, but, unfortunately, you haven’t had a drop. Your head turning, your gaze drags over the angled lines of his jaw and cheekbones, down to his lips, and you find yourself licking your own slowly, heavy lids blinking up at his concentrated face, and–

“Score!” The crowd yells, and you flinch violently as you snap back to reality. Tuning back into the game, you realize your hand has already released the ball who knows how long ago and the object in question is now floating neatly in a cup of amber liquid. Jaemin picks the cup up, emptying its contents good-naturedly, and you refuse to ponder on how gross that actually is.

You go to extract yourself from Jaehyun’s hold, but his grip on your fingers tightens, causing you to look up at him quizzically. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me.” He murmurs with a small smile, and your eyes widen as you cast your gaze downwards, staring at the contents of the nearest cup on your side of the table. It’s pink with flecks of something in it, and, yeah, you’re definitely making Jaehyun drink that one if Johnny or Jaemin makes the cup. “If you want to kiss me,” His mouth is dangerously close to your ear, voice dangerously low, the hand on your hip moving in the direction of your navel but even more dangerously lower, “all you have to do is ask.”

“S-Sh–Shut up.” You stumble over your words pathetically, and Jaehyun just laughs, releasing your hand but keeping his other hand firmly in place. You’re downright scandalized at your inner monologue which is currently begging him to move it, move it closer to your aching heat, and you literally have to shake your head to rid yourself of the intrusive, incredibly aroused thoughts.

The rest of beer pong goes by as smoothly as one would expect of four college students, three of whom are far from sober. Jaehyun keeps pressing his hips into yours with every shot he guides your hand into making, and at one point, you feel something hard press into your thigh, causing you to whirl around and stare at him incredulously.

“Jaehyun, is that your–your–” You falter on the word, gesturing lamely at his pants, and he just raises an eyebrow. 

“Is that my what, angel?” He asks innocently, pulling you closer so your front is pressed against his front, and, oh God, there it is again. He smiles down at you smugly and echoes, “You wanna know if that was my cock pressed nice and snug against your cute little ass?”

“Oh, my God.” You mumble, mortified as you immediately attempt to look anywhere but at him. When his innocent smile widens into something wicked and he reaches his hand into his pocket, you yelp and bury your face in his chest, refusing to look.

“It’s a fake gun.” He murmurs in your ear, and you peek up suspiciously, your chest going slack with relief when it’s just what he said it was. “But if you wanted to feel me pressed up against you, again–all you gotta do is ask.”

“Shut up.” You complain, pushing him off weakly. He’s so much stronger than you that it’s embarrassing, his body not budging until you push more insistently and he steps back willingly, one hand raised in surrender. 

“Can you two stop flirting? It’s game point.” Johnny teases, and your face feels like it’s on fire as you step aside to let Jaehyun take the final shot. His hand still snug on your inner hip, he sinks the final cup with ease, the crowd erupting into cheers as your and Jaehyun’s victory is cemented. 

“Good job, teammate.” Jaehyun congratulates you with a deceptively sweet smile, but his hand slipping even closer to where you realize you’ve been positively desperate for him has your mind clouded.

“I, uh–bathroom.” You stammer, slipping from his grip and disappearing into the throng of bodies faster than he can call out your name. You still haven’t had a drop of alcohol, so why do you feel so damn dizzy? You stumble up the stairs and past a few couples making out before your hand finds the cool knob of the bathroom, your wrist turning it and pushing it open to reveal–

A girl absolutely losing her mind while bouncing on the cock of none other than Lee Jeno. You clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle your gasp, but it’s almost like he has inhuman hearing, as his eyes flutter open to rest lazily on you. You expect shock, anger, maybe even a bit of embarrassment to flash across his face, but are completely taken aback to see none of that. Instead, what lies on his beautifully angular face is a smug sort of challenge. The girl’s back is turned to you, her bleach-blonde hair up in two pigtails, either end dipped in pink and blue–ah, Harley Quinn, you think she’s supposed to be–and you can catch the sides of her breasts bouncing with every movement she makes on his length. 

You aren’t leaving. Why the hell aren’t you leaving? You stand there, frozen, staring at Jeno as he mesmerizes you with his blazingly intense gaze, and you’re made all too aware of two feelings coursing through you.

One is arousal–that much is clear. You’re surprised you’re not dripping down your legs, what with Jaehyun’s stunts earlier and the spectacle you’re beholding right now. Your body feels like it’s on fire, mouth dry, hands trembling, and you’re distantly aware that you’re rubbing your thighs together pathetically, soft mewls leaving you like some kind of bitch in heat.

The second feeling is, you’re almost ashamed to admit it even in the sanctuary of your head, jealousy. You realize that you want so desperately to be in that girl’s place, feeling Jeno’s length stretch out your tight walls until all you can feel is him, all you know is him, him, him–

His eyes locked on yours, Jeno leans forward and takes her nipple into his mouth, and she cries out, and you realize that the girl–Yunhee, Park Yunhee is her name–is perhaps the luckiest girl alive right now. You’re blazing, burning white-hot with jealousy, and the only thing that seems to calm you down is the way Jeno’s tongue traces hypnotizing circles around her stiffened peak, eyes trained on yours, daring you to look away, and you’re not sure if you’re delusional or if he’s wordlessly communicating with you: You. This should be you.

You almost collapse with the weight of your desire, hand clamped over your mouth as you breathe shakily, fighting the urge to bring a hand between your legs and relieve yourself, and the sudden, violent urge to pounce on poor Park Yunhee and–what, exactly? 

Rip her throat out with your teeth, a sly voice in your head suggests, and you’re horrified by how the rest of your body purrs in satisfaction at the notion. 

You have to go. You don’t know what kind of spell Jeno’s put on you, but it’s making you think thoughts that aren’t yours, and Park Yunhee is a lovely girl, lovelier still with her throat intact, and–

You shut the door as quietly as possible, stumbling away and down the stairs as you chant some sort of made-up mantra in your head to keep yourself level-headed–well, as level-headed as you can be, with your desire practically burning a hole in the seat of your underwear.

Park Yunhee is a wonderful girl. She’s a sophomore, just like you, an Art major, and she complimented your earrings once in the line at the café. Park Yunhee is just a girl, just an incredibly lucky girl, an insanely lucky girl who fucked around and landed on Lee Jeno’s bare lap in her cheap fucking Harley Quinn costume–stop, now, that’s uncalled for. It definitely beats her lazy hippie costume from last year, you suppose, and–

You’re outside. You’re not sure how you got here, but you’ve managed to maneuver your way to the surprisingly calm backyard, your shaking hands resting on one of the cement gargoyles overlooking the backyard pool. The smell of chlorine and the gentle movement of the artificially blue water under the cool night breeze helps calm your senses, and you close your eyes, letting out a series of shaky exhales to ground yourself. 

Three breaths in and out, and you’re feeling more like yourself.

Four breaths in and out, and the tremor in your body begins to subside.

Five breaths in and out, and you don’t even know a Lee Jeno. Or a Jeong Jaehyun, for that matter. All you know is you are standing outside at a Halloween frat party, and you look very cute in your angel costume, and–

“Angel,” A painfully familiar voice calls.

–and, fuck, you want to get fucked, you want to get fucked so bad–

You whirl around to meet the sight of not just one, but both of the men plaguing your current thoughts. You hadn’t got to see Jeno all done up in his costume, and you regret it, the sight of him now taking the air from your lungs like a sudden, forceful punch to the gut. 

“You’re a cop.” You mumble dumbly, pointing weakly at Jeno, who licks his lips, nodding. It would be so great if you could come up with something charming and witty to say to let them know that they haven’t gotten the best of you. You think and think and ponder and ruminate and all you can come up with is–“Fuck 12.”

Both males snort in amusement, and Jeno blinks slowly, biting back a snicker before they both start to walk closer to you. 

“That can be arranged.” Jeno coos, and you’re overcome with residual jealousy towards Yunhee that’s morphed into anger towards Jeno because why didn’t you pick me, damn it?

“Shut up.” You mumble weakly.

“That’s not what you really want, is it, angel?” Jaehyun jumps in smoothly, and your brows furrow as a petulant expression takes over your face.

“Well, I–”

“Because I know what we want.” Jeno chimes in, and you’re getting whiplash just from looking between the two men who are now very close–when the hell did they get so close?–and towering over you.

“W-What do you two want?” You ask nervously, and they look at each other before turning back to look at you with devilish grins. 

“Isn’t it obvious? You.” Jeno’s voice appears in your ear and his arm is placed right next to you, trapping you in on your right.

“And now...we’ve got you right where we want you.” Jaehyun purrs in your other ear, his hand mirroring Jeno’s and trapping you in their collective embrace. Panic flares up your spine when you realize you have no way out, but is soothed by the niggling realization that maybe this is exactly where you want to be.

“Mm, you know what, Jaehyun?” Jeno hums, stepping even closer to you. His thigh brushes against yours, and the slightly coarse fabric of his navy blue uniform grazing against your bare skin sends you positively, embarrassingly feral.

“What’s that, Jeno?”

“I can think of some very fun ways to use these handcuffs.” Jeno muses, his free hand jingling the silver bracelets attached to his belt loop before he reaches up to cup your chin. His thumb swipes over your lower lip, and your entire being aches to take it into your mouth, to lick it, suck it, maybe even bite–

The unmistakable sound of Siyeon yelling your name slices right through the previously seemingly impenetrable wall of sexual tension, and it’s like someone’s dumped a bucket of ice cold water over your head.

You place your hands between them and gently push their bodies aside to see a wildly panicked Siyeon looking for you, leaning back and shooting them an apologetic glance before wiggling between their–broad, firm, deliciously warm–bodies and darting off to your concerned friend.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your impending fuckfest, but Lucy’s throwing up, Yeeun almost got into a literal fight with a man built like a refrigerator, and Dami’s crying in the bathroom. We gotta go, girlie.” She debriefs you, and even as you hustle after her, you can swear you feel the two males’ stares lingering on your skin. 

Even as you’re holding Yeeun back from her fight she’s doomed to lose, holding Lucy’s hair back in the bathroom, and doing your best to help Dami rub the yellow makeup off of the surrounding area of her mouth–you’ll have to ask Kun to use more washable face paint next time–you can’t help but think about what would have happened if you weren’t interrupted earlier.

“So...how was the party for you guys?” Hyuck asks, and the five of you look at each other.

“Well, I don’t know about these three trainwrecks,” Siyeon speaks first, gesturing at Dami, Yeeun, and Lucy, “but I do know that I found this one,” She continues, jabbing her thumb at you, “in quite the compromising position.”

You sink down into your seat a little lower, hoping the ground will swallow you whole as you’re placed under the direct scrutiny of Lee Donghyuck.

“Oh, really?” His intrigue is palpable–palpable, for Christ’s sake–and his brow is arched, his tongue in his cheek in that infuriatingly cocky manner you’ve come to find familiar. “Do tell.”

“She was all caged in by Jeno and Jaehyun, a pretty little damsel in distress, but–” Siyeon is basking in this moment, and you let out a little wail of anguish, burying your face in your hands. “I might be crazy, but I don’t think she wanted to be saved.”

“Well?” Hyuck is clearly talking to you, but you play dumb, keeping your hands clamped tight to your face and pretending the ground is slowly but surely working its way up to devouring you. “Yoohoo!” He taunts you, pulling your hands away from your face with ease. “What’s this I hear about you letting Jeno and Jaehyun practically have their way with you–”

“It was not like that!” You blurt out defensively, and Hyuck just raises a skeptical brow, painfully amused by your entire ordeal. “We were just talking.”

“Fuck that,” Siyeon cackles evilly, relishing in her knowledge of the moment. “Jeno’s hand was on her face.”

“Wha–how could you even see that–” You splutter, and her eyes narrow wickedly.

“Baby girl, I see everything.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because I’m not going to take anything further.” You huff, abandoning your plans to become one with the Earth’s core and crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Wha–why not?! You’re out here sucking on Jeno’s fingers–”

“I was not–”

“–Yet you won’t let him respectfully–or not so respectfully, shit, I don’t know how you like it–pound you into the mattress?” Hyuck squawks indignantly.

“Hyuck, I–wha–well, whose side are you even on?” You huff incredulously, and, dramatic as ever, Hyuck slams his hand down on the table, startling everyone at your table and even a couple of innocent people sitting nearby.

“I am on the side of justice. You cannot blue-ball these guys for your own sick, twisted pleasure.” Hyuck cries with a theatrical flourish of his arm.

“Blue-balls isn’t even a real condition.” Yeeun pipes up, and your shoulders sag with relief.

“Finally, someone on my side–” You start.

“I’m not on your side. I think you should fuck them, too.”

“Wow. Wow. Hey, Siri, play ‘Loyalty’ by Kendrick Lamar.” You huff, amping up your own theatrics. 

Your phone blinks to life, immediately mishearing what you’ve requested. “The nearest Dollar Tree is 4.07 miles away.”

“Wha–no!” You whine, stomping your foot in frustration. “I hate my life.”

“Let’s ask Siri.” Hyuck suggests, picking up your phone and bringing it to his mouth. “Hey, Siri, flip a coin.” 

“Rosencrantz says heads.” The robotic voice calls out, and Hyuck smiles smugly at you.

“Heads means you should give them head. Or let them give you head. Either way, someone’s getting head.” Hyuck announces, and you scowl at him. 

“Do it again–two out of three.” You insist, sitting forward, and Lucy looks at you with a bewildered expression.

“Are you seriously entertaining this?” She chuckles, and you sigh in defeat.

“Sometimes, the only way to get Hyuck to shut up is to beat him at his own game.” You explain tiredly as Hyuck calls Siri to flip a coin again.

“It’s...oops, it rolled under a table.” Siri responds, and you shake your head in disappointment.

“Now you’ve gone and done it, Hyuck. You made Siri nervous.” You scold him, and he waves you off, repeating himself to Siri.

“Tails.” She replies.

“Ha!” You cry out triumphantly, and Hyuck holds a hand up to silence you.

“Tails means Jeno and Jaehyun finally get the tail they’ve been chasing for two years straight.” Hyuck replies with a smug grin, and you splutter in disbelief.

“So–this was rigged.”

“Of course it was.” 

“I really do hate it here.” You groan. “...Flip it again.”

“...Rosencrantz says heads.” Siri responds, and you grimace.

“Fuck Rosencrantz. I’m not doing anything until the universe gives me a clear-cut sign.” You decide, and Hyuck rolls his eyes.

“Dami, you’ve been awfully quiet.” Hyuck points out, and she looks up from her phone, mildly startled. “Stop sexting Kun for one second and weigh in on this very important topic.”

“Wha–I’m not–I wasn’t–” She starts to defend herself, but stops upon realizing that everyone is sporting the same skeptical expression. “Ugh, whatever. Boo, do you.” Dami says, reaching across the table and squeezing your hand encouragingly. 

“Thank you–”

“But do them first.” She finishes with a grin and a wiggle of her brows, and you frown deeply.

“Is nothing sacred anymore?”

“Whatever, drama queen. Let us know when one of those signs pops up.” Hyuck reminds you, and you snatch your phone back, sticking your tongue out at him for good measure.

“What kind of sign are you looking for, anyway? A prophetic dream or something?” Yeeun snickers, and you glower at your roommate turned traitor.

“I mean, a prophetic dream would certainly clear things up.” You sigh dejectedly.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Jeno grunts breathlessly as you bounce up and down on his cock. You’re in heaven, there’s no way around it, and his length is such a welcome stretch that you’re practically sobbing, your head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder.

“Feels–oh, shit–so good,” You cry out, your nails scratching down his back. He hisses in pleasure and delivers a sharp smack to your ass, kneading the flesh as he buries his head in your chest.

“Yeah, baby?” He’s breathless but has the nerve to be cocky at the same time, dipping his head down to rake his teeth across your nipple. You mewl loudly, and he chuckles almost sinisterly. “Say my name. Let everyone know whose pussy this is.”

“Yours, Jeno! Fuck, Jeno, please, please, please–” You cry, and he gives your nipple a long, hard suck, clearly pleased.

“You gonna come?” He asks through gritted teeth, and you nod desperately. “Say please, and I’ll let you come.” He orders, and your movements falter slightly, embarrassment taking over the lust flowing through your body. “Aw, is my little princess getting shy?” He’s taunting you now, swiveling his hips every time he bottoms out in you, and you’re babbling incoherently at this point, eyes rolling back into your head. “Princess knows the magic word to let her come, doesn’t she?”

“P-Please,” You rasp out, and a pleased smile overtakes Jeno’s handsome features. “Please let me come, Jeno, please–”

“Come for me.” He all but growls, and you let go with all the ferocity of a coil springing loose, a loud cry ripping from your throat as you climax hard around his length. “Just a little bit longer, princess.” He grunts, brows furrowed as he focuses on reaching his own climax. “That’s it, princess. Good girl.” He leans in closer, fingers curling around the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You can practically taste him already, his lips so painfully close, and– 

You awaken with a start, your chest heaving and body tense as you take in your surroundings. You are not in Jeno’s bed, as your mind would like to have you think, but you’re lying face-up on your own bed. A quick inspection of your body delivers unto you the knowledge that you’re positively drenched; your clothes with sweat, and your underwear with your arousal. Your face burns in shame as you come to the realization that, yes, you just had a very wet dream about Jeno, and you can only hope that you kept your moaning inside the dream.

“Good to know you’re awake. Maybe now you can stop moaning Jeno’s name so I can get some sleep?” Yeeun calls from her side of the room, her face muffled in the pillow. 

If only your bed could swallow you whole.

“So, let me get this straight.” Yeeun says slowly, blinking the drowsiness out of her eyes. “You had an incredibly realistic dream about Jeno giving you the best dick of your life?”

“Yes,” You mumble, ashamed, and she looks at you disdainfully.

“And you don’t interpret that as the best damn sign to fuck him the universe could have possibly awarded you?” Yeeun speaks slowly and carefully, as if she’s talking to someone approximately three steps behind mentally–and you would suppose that, in this case, you really are a couple of steps behind. 

“Well–I–” You stammer helplessly, and Yeeun just rolls her eyes.

“I love you, but we’ll take this to the Peanut Gallery tomorrow and see what they have to say.” She mumbles sleepily, landing on her pillow with a muted thump and immediately falling asleep.

You don’t sleep for the rest of the night, too afraid you’ll have another dream like the first one.

“Yeeun’s right,” Hyuck says simply, leaning back on his hands and letting the sun caress his golden skin. “You’re kind of an idiot.”

“Hey!” You whine, and he shrugs, unbothered. “A little help, anyone?” You turn to your other friends, but they’re nodding solemnly.

“I mean, what were we just talking about the other day? How you needed a ‘sign’ to hook up with them, right? Well, what does the universe give you, all wrapped up in a pretty little bow? A perfect, crystal clear sign, and what are you doing?” Dami lectures.

“You’re wasting time asking your friends what we think! Girl, with all due respect, who cares what we think? Hell, I don’t even care what I think!” Siyeon finishes Dami’s statement for her as Dami nods resolutely.

“Okay!” You interject, raising your hands in surrender. “I’m sorry I asked.” You can’t help but frown, your attempt to get advice from your friends having backfired on you.

“Aw, pumpkin,” Dami coos sympathetically, pulling you into a warm hug. It’s a bit awkward, since the both of you are sitting, but the intent is there, so you feel loved. “We don’t mean to come down so hard on you. I’ve personally just never seen more glaring signs to do something in my life.”

“I’m just nervous. What if I mess it up somehow?” You mumble, and Lucy nudges you gently.

“I doubt they’re gonna process anything you do as a mess-up.” She reassures you, and you sigh heavily, brows still creased in worry. Yeeun’s sneaker nudges your own, and you turn to look at her, following the direction her head jerks in.

“Boy toys incoming.” She murmurs, and you blanch, debating whether or not to go full-on armadillo and curl in on yourself. It’s too late for that, it seems, as they walk by your spot in what feels like slow motion. 

Jeno notices you first, his eyebrows lifting almost imperceptibly as he looks you up and down. You’re in plain, casual clothes, a t-shirt and jeans, yet his gaze makes you feel completely and utterly bare. He shoots you a surreptitious wink before nudging Jaehyun and jerking his head in your direction. Jaehyun’s eyes follow his gesture until they land on you, and the older male has the audacity to smirk at you, his tongue swiping over his full bottom lip before he re-focuses his attention in front of him. Just like that, the moment is over, and you release a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as Lucy rubs your back comfortingly.

“You’re in deep, pumpkin.” Dami remarks, both mildly amused and concerned, and you just barely muster up a weak chuckle.

If they only knew the half of it.

You’re in your class that you share with Lucy, drumming your fingers on your desk absentmindedly as you wait for her to show up and for class to start, when your phone buzzes with a text.

lucy luce [11:05am] hi hi i’m ditching class today i wanna get my nails done xoxo

You sigh. Typical Lucy.

you [11:06am] okayyy have fun <3

You’re hitting the “Send” button when a shadow crosses over your desk, and you look up curiously, your eyes widening at the sight before you.

“Well, well, well.” Jaehyun smiles widely, but there’s something slightly unnerving about it; if lions smiled after trapping their prey, you would imagine that smile to be more or less a mirror image of Jaehyun’s current self-satisfied grin. “Is this seat taken?”

“N-No.” You mumble, and his smile widens more than you thought possible, his dimples being deceptively adorable as he moves around the desks to sit beside you. “Wha–who–how–why are you even here?”

“Professor’s got an away conference for the next couple of days, so my section won’t be having class. She said we could come to this section’s meeting if we had the free time in our schedule...I have the free time in my schedule...and now here I am.” He states proudly, and you nod, trying to do your best to tamp down the panic and excitement flaring in your stomach. 

You feel a lot like Pavlov’s dogs at this point, though, what with the way your thighs instinctively rub together under his intent gaze. Arousal blooms in your belly and you will it, pray it, implore it not to seep past your entrance and ruin yet another perfectly good pair of underwear.

Class has barely started when Jaehyun turns your plan to be a studious individual right on its head, his gaze sliding over to you. You feel his gaze scanning your body, and warmth flares up in just about every erogenous zone on your body you can think of. His gaze lingers on your legs, bare up to your upper thigh where the hem of your dress starts, and you could swear that your skin starts tingling under his gaze from the eager desire to be touched. You chance a peek at him out of the corner of your eye and flinch to see his gaze already trained on your eyes.

“Do you have any idea…” Jaehyun starts, leaning closer and closer to your ear. “How beautiful you are? It’s incredibly distracting.” Your face burns under his compliment as you open and close your mouth in a futile attempt to retort, the older male only grinning in satisfaction before his large hand lands on your bare knee. You jolt at the sudden touch, glaring at him feebly before doing your best to refocus your attention on the lecture at hand. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Pay attention to the class like a good girl.” His hand contrasts his words as it glides upwards, his thumb slipping under the hem of your dress. 

“Jaehyun, there are people in here.” You mutter nervously, and he just chuckles, the sound all too mischievous for your liking.

“I know. Are you gonna be good for me?” He asks, cupping your inner thigh and pulling your legs apart. You swallow, hard, and he laughs soundlessly, fingers wasting no time and pushing your dress higher up your legs. He pauses there, tracing hypnotic circles on the heated flesh of your inner thigh, and, in true Pavlovian style, it’s as if the floodgates were opened, as a rush of arousal gushes past your entrance, coating your slick folds in anticipation for his long, slender fingers.

“Jaehyun–” You whisper frantically as his fingers slip into your underwear after pushing the seat of your underwear aside carelessly. “Jae–hyun.” You groan urgently, and he raises his brows in mock surprise.

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He teases, and shame heats your face once more, compelling you to close your legs around his hand. He tsks in disapproval and pries your legs apart with minimal ease, keeping them spread apart by trapping your ankle closest to him between his own ankles. 

“They’re gonna catch us,” You protest, but it comes out as a desperate, needy whine that your body immediately betrays as you thoughtlessly push your hips forward, urging his fingers closer to your core, now clenching around nothing with need.

“I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.” Jaehyun murmurs in a voice that you, if you didn’t know any better, would say sounded soothing. There’s a driving force behind his words, though; his every syllable is dripping with unbridled desire, and he speaks again. “Just focus on how good,” He slips a finger into your wet heat, making you bite down on your lip to stifle your gasp, “my fingers feel stretching your tight little pussy out.”

“Oh, my God,” You whimper, the words broken and staccato as he starts to pump his finger in and out of you, gradually working in a second finger. 

“How’s that feel, baby?” He breathes in your ear, and it’s all you can do not to fall apart, settling for a vigorous head nod as another whine slips from your lips. “Your moans are my new favorite sound.” He remarks proudly, and you thank any higher being that intervened and made you pick the farthest seats from the front of the class. You’re almost completely isolated in your little corner, free to tremble and stifle moans to your heart’s content as Jaehyun fucks you diligently with his fingers. 

“J-Jae,” You gasp quietly as your high starts to approach, your hand disappearing from the table to grab his forearm as the hand attached to it works in your underwear. You’re not sure if you’re grabbing him to stop him or to brace yourself for your impending orgasm, but regardless, Jaehyun speeds up, the sound of your professor speaking drowning out any embarrassing noises your pussy’s letting out as Jaehyun manipulates it to his desires. When he curls his fingers, fingertips now fucking directly into your g-spot, you fall apart, your head dropping suddenly to rest on his shoulder as your body’s overcome with pleasure, your body attempting to curl in on itself more than you think is physiologically possible. Your pussy clenches impossibly tightly around Jaehyun’s fingers, and he lets out a low hiss of surprise and pleasure as he keeps pumping his fingers. He doesn’t stop working you over until you push at his wrist with trembling hands, his digits finally slipping from your entrance and leaving you feeling unpleasantly empty. 

“God, you’re so good, baby.” He groans, bringing his slick fingers to his face for closer inspection. He waits until you’re looking at him to bring the fingers to his mouth, only for you to yelp in horror and snatch his hand, forcibly wiping his fingers on the inside of your dress. The wet patch is sticky, cold, and uncomfortable against the blazing skin of your thigh, but you know that you couldn’t be held responsible for anything you did after watching him lick his fingers clean of you. “Fuck, give me your hand,” He grunts, and you obey, letting him guide your hand to the front of his pants. You gasp inaudibly at the sheer size of his length, moving to tug your hand away in shock, but he holds fast, curling your fingers around the imprint of his base, and, fuck, you really might just black out here. “Feel how hard you make me.”

“W-What are you gonna do?” You ask hesitantly, half-worried he’ll whip his cock out and start stroking himself in the middle of your Education class and, well, half-hoping he’ll whip his cock out and start stroking himself in the middle of your Education class.

“Wait it out.” He replies simply, and your eyes widen. “It’ll go down eventually.” You nod slowly in understanding, carefully removing your hand from his length and resting it on your thigh, using your free hand to pick up your pen and twirl it between your fingers. You do your best to pay attention to the rest of the lecture, but your mind keeps drifting back to Jaehyun’s length trapped in his pants and, surprisingly and uncharacteristically of you, how you’d like to sink to your knees and take his cock into your mouth, feel the velvety soft skin of his tip on your tongue, even taste the salty drops of pre-cum undoubtedly leaking forth from the head of his cock–

A stern whisper of your name startles you, and you look over at Jaehyun to see his expression dark. You’re more than a bit frightened, Jaehyun never having looked at you like this before, and you find yourself paying rapt attention to the words leaving his mouth.

“It’s not going to go down if you keep doing that.” Jaehyun admonishes you, gesturing towards your lap and looking pointedly at your mouth. You’re startled to realize that not only have you been squeezing your thighs and rubbing them together, but you’ve been sucking on the end of your pen, your lips wrapped around the writing implement. “So stop being a little tease, and pay attention.”

“S-Sorry.” You mumble, ashamed, and pull the pen from your mouth, taking extra care to be aware of your body movements for the rest of class. Although this particular class seems to have dragged on for ages, the end finally comes, and everyone hustles and bustles out of the classroom. 

“You coming to the NKT party this weekend?” Jaehyun asks, and something about his tone makes it sound like more of a demand than a question.

“Y-Yeah,” You answer quietly, nodding to accentuate your point, and he beams at you, his brooding attitude from earlier completely gone.

“Good. See you then,” He bends down to murmur in your ear before walking past you, and you can’t help but look forward to this weekend.

“I miss one Education class and monumental shit happens,” Lucy laments loudly, and you snicker loudly at her dramatic antics.

“Sorry, Miss ‘I’m getting my nails done,’” You snark back playfully, and she just whines even louder. “Anyway–is this skirt cute?” You ask, holding up a black miniskirt with a small slit in the leg. 

“Yes!” Dami and Siyeon yell loudly–so loudly, in fact, that you drop said skirt in shock. “God, I feel like we’ve just been waiting for you to, uh, what did Bruno Mars call it? ‘Activate your sexy.’” Siyeon says eagerly, and you blink at her slowly.

“We’re just gonna let her get away with saying that?” You ask flatly, and narrow your eyes at the resounding silence. “Whatever. Anyway, what if I wore this bodysuit with the skirt?” You ask, holding up a lacy black bodysuit that you’d completely forgotten you owned. It plunges deep in the cleavage and the black lace is somewhat sheer, showing just a hint of your skin tone under the garment. 

“I could literally kiss you, I’m so proud of you right now,” Dami says, and to your horror, she actually sounds a little choked up.

“Please don’t kiss me or cry; I’m not equipped to handle either.” You blurt, and Dami shakes her head as if she’s getting overwhelmed.

“I won’t, I won’t.” 

After putting on the outfit and finding a nice pair of comfortable black booties to wear, you get comfortable and wait for your friends to finish getting ready, your simple black coat folded in your lap.

“Put on some mood music.” Yeeun suggests to you, and you oblige, scrolling through your phone to pick a playlist. As Megan Thee Stallion filters through your Bluetooth speakers, Dami squeals in excitement.

“What better way to feel like a bad bitch than to have Megan Thee Stallion hyping you up?” Siyeon says, touching up her eyeliner.

“Very true, very true,” Everyone else in the room mutters their agreement.

“Okay, are we ready?” Dami says after noticing everyone’s just kind of lazing around. At everyone’s murmured assent, she claps her hands twice excitedly, standing up and heading for the door. Everyone follows suit and the five of you set out for the NKT house.

As you enter the frat house tonight, routinely shedding your coat by the door, the energy in the air is almost electric. The floor reverberates with the bass of the music playing, and, you’re not sure if it’s just you, but there seems to be a palpable excitement in the air. Siyeon’s grip on your hand tightens as she pulls you through the crowd, your hand reflexively tightening around Yeeun’s hand.

“Wanna play Spin the Bottle?” Lucas asks your friend group excitedly, materializing virtually out of nowhere, and you, Yeeun, Siyeon, Lucy, and Dami look at each other, communicating wordlessly. Siyeon and Lucy shrug and follow Lucas into the gyrating throng of bodies, waving goodbye to your dwindling group.

“Dami, just go find Kun and stop acting like you’re not looking for him.” You scoff, and Dami glowers at you, the look lacking even a shred of malice. 

“I’m gonna find him, and I’ll be right back!” She explains, darting off into the crowd.

“Famous last words,” Yeeun chuckles, and you snicker. You two make your way to the drinks cooler, both of you taking out a Mike’s Hard Lemonade and opening your bottles. 

The bottle has barely touched your lips when you become very...aware of a presence behind you. You peek over your shoulder to see Jeno staring point-blank at you, and, sure enough, a glance slightly to his right awards you the sight of Jaehyun watching you, a lazy little smile on his lips.

The second Yeeun follows your gaze, she shoots you a wink and extracts her arm from yours carefully. 

“Wha–aw, come on!” You complain, and she shakes her head, backing into the crowd.

“Go get laid!” She mouths at you, and you glare at her as she turns around and blends into the crowd of now jumping bodies with ease. 

You turn around to face Jeno and Jaehyun, whose intrigued, delighted stares embody those of cats who've found a live mouse in a trap.

“Princess, we’re going to make this relatively quick, because, frankly, it is taking everything in me not to rip that little outfit off of you.” Jeno says bluntly, and you blink twice in surprise. 

Jaehyun steps closer to your side, his fingers lightly holding your arm as he murmurs in your ear. “How do you feel about taking both of us?”

“I–” You mumble, startled, and Jeno scoffs in mild amusement. 

“Did you really think we were kidding? We want you.” He steps forward, reaching up to cup your chin. You’re reminded of the Halloween party, and this time is no different, his thumb swiping over your bottom lip and tugging it gently, until your desire overpowers your nerves and your tongue peeks out to flick his thumb lightly with your tongue. He sucks in a sharp breath and you look up at him through your lashes, unprepared to see such unrestrained desire in his gaze. “Are you going to let us have you, princess?”

Your responding nod is shaky but resolute, and Jaehyun tsks in disapproval.

“Say it,” They urge you in unison, and you’d be more taken aback by how in sync they are if you weren’t so goddamned aroused. 

“I want you,” You say, voice surprisingly hoarse. “Both of you.”

They look over at each other for a split second before they grab your wrists and tug you after them. Even in their leading you upstairs, their personalities are evident; Jeno’s grip on your wrist is firm and unyielding, while Jaehyun’s is gentler, more caring, but not without a latent firmness to it.

When they finally get you into Jeno’s bedroom, it’s like a dam has burst, passion bursting forth from the floodgates. Standing just in front of Jeno’s bed, Jeno tilts your head up and leans down to capture your lips with his in a kiss that renders you breathless the very second it begins. When you let out a muffled moan, he pushes you up against Jaehyun’s chest, the older male serving as a wall of sorts as Jeno ravishes your lips with licking, sucking, and harsh biting that has you gasping into his mouth, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Off,” You gasp, yanking Jeno’s shirt up by the hem. He pulls back for a split second to tug his shirt off over his head, dropping it beside him, the fitting t-shirt now forgotten as he’s on you once more. You drag your nails down his front slowly, relishing in the hiss of pain and pleasure that leaves him. Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead against his as you attempt to catch your breath, your eyes marveling at the reddened streaks slowly appearing on his body, and he groans at the sight, tugging you closer for another kiss.

You feel one of Jaehyun’s hands moving down your side, the sneaky digits migrating inward to hike your skirt up abruptly and slip his hand between your legs. Your yelp of surprise is swallowed by Jeno’s demanding kiss as one of his hands moves to cup your breast firmly, rolling this thumb over the gradually hardening nipple.

“Naughty little tease,” Jeno taunts you breathlessly as he finally breaks the kiss, tweaking your nipple between his index and thumb. “I bet you wore this sexy little outfit just to rile us up, didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” You stammer, figuring lying never got you very far anyway, so you might as well tell the truth. His crooked grin speaks volumes, and he leans down to mouth at your breast over your clothing. 

“That’s a good girl,” He coos, pleased. His mouth is incredibly warm, the section of fabric being assaulted by his lips and tongue quickly growing damp, and it takes all of your willpower not to let your body crumple to the floor. 

While Jeno busies himself with your breasts, Jaehyun attaches his parted lips to your neck with a groan of relief, sucking hard on the skin before gently lapping at the sore area. Jaehyun’s fingers slowly undo the snap-buttons at the seat of your bodysuit, a small, self-satisfied sound leaving him when you instinctively press your thighs together, effectively trapping his hand between your legs. He pries your legs apart once more with ease and frees his hand, immediately moving to unzip your skirt on the side and grasp your hand with a surprising tenderness as he guides you to step out of the garment pooled at your ankles.

Jeno looks up at you curiously, and it’s almost staggering how dilated his pupils are, the dark circles blown wide with desire. He leaves your breasts, the air breezing by the damp fabric and only serving to harden your already stiffening nipples, and kisses you once more; this kiss is heated and rough, his hands grabbing you everywhere he can reach and squeezing tightly–so tightly, in fact, that you wince a couple of times, the younger male kissing you surprisingly gently in lieu of a verbal apology. You push back onto Jaehyun, a low whine of need leaving you when you realize his cock is pressed right against your body, the older male exhibiting remarkable restraint as he watches Jeno kiss you like you have all the time in the world. 

“My turn,” Jaehyun rasps in your ear, cupping your chin and turning your head to face his. He kisses you slowly at first, as if testing the waters, before he parts the seam of your lips with a skilled swipe of his tongue.

Without so much as a warning, you’re being spun 180 degrees, your hands just barely landing on Jaehyun’s chest to brace yourself. He smiles down at you warmly, but he has that secretive glint in his eyes that he always seems to get when interacting with you. Jaehyun leans down, kissing you smoothly and passionately, his tongue now exploring your mouth indulgently. Now positioned behind you, Jeno’s hands roam the lower half of your body greedily, long fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs and dragging them upwards before they stop on your inner thighs, mere millimeters before reaching your core. There’s a split second of hesitation on his part before his large hand engulfs your core, cupping your pussy and squeezing tightly enough to elicit a small, breathless yelp from you.

Jaehyun groans in satisfaction when you pull back from the kiss to suck gently on his lower lip, his hands moving down to the hip area of your bodysuit and tugging the fabric upwards in an attempt to rid your body of the article of clothing. You put your arms up obediently as he pulls it over your head, barely breaking the kiss as the clothing passes between your mouths. As soon as he can see your lips again, he’s on them, sinking his teeth into the full pout of your bottom lip as he distractedly throws your bodysuit somewhere over your shoulder. 

Now free to explore your body, clad only in a bra and underwear, both males pull back to get a good look at you, moaning loudly when their eyes land on the swell of your breasts, accentuated very nicely by your bra. Jeno grabs your hips, Jaehyun resting his hands on your waist, and they start to guide you towards the bed, Jeno moving just in time for the back of your knees to hit the foot of the bed, your legs buckling and sending you falling backwards onto the bed, your sudden impact making you bounce slightly. They stare at you with pure hunger before looking at each other with wolfish grins. As Jeno strips out of his pants, Jaehyun grasps his shirt at the base of his neck, pulling the garment off of his head and dropping it to the floor carelessly before ridding himself of his pants, leaving him in only a pair of navy blue Calvin Klein boxers.

You take a moment to ogle their sculpted bodies in awe, already envisioning how their muscles might contract and tense as they brace themselves on top of you, how sweat droplets might glide down the toned muscles of their abdomen, running along their defined v-lines just visible enough to peek out from the waistband of their boxers. They move towards you and lie down on either side of you, the heat radiating from their erections warming your thighs not uncomfortably as they press up against you, bodies closing in so tightly and unyieldingly that it almost takes your breath away.

No sooner than they’ve laid down beside you on the bed are they both gliding a large hand up from your hip, over your stomach, to your chest, both of them cupping your breast in uncanny unison. Jeno’s fingers move up higher to slip under the top of the black lacy fabric, instantly tugging the flimsy cup down to reveal your hardened nipple. Jaehyun slowly follows suit, clearly taking his time as he brushes his knuckles against your concealed bud before he yanks the cup down. Their actions leave your chest completely exposed, and Jeno groans loudly at the sight of your bare breasts, immediately ducking his head down to take your nipple into his mouth hungrily. You gasp loudly as he sucks greedily, only ever pulling off to swirl his tongue around the sensitive peak, his dark brown eyes gazing intently into yours with an almost teasing expression.

On your other side, Jaehyun decides to prolong your wait, placing soft, feather-light kisses all over your breast, sucking a patch of skin into his mouth when he reaches the swell of your breast and nibbling on it, clearly trying to leave a mark. When you keen weakly in frustration, he looks up at you innocently, smiling that devilish dimpled grin of his before he’s mirroring Jeno’s actions and lapping his tongue over your nipple. You cry out loudly, the dual stimulation only proving to cloud your every sense except for touch, the sense in question almost hyper sharp as you swear you can feel every single taste bud on their tongues, your fingers curling in ecstasy as Jeno rakes his teeth over your nipple slowly. When your back arches off of the bed, Jeno takes the opportunity to slip his hand under your body, deftly unclasping your bra and pulling it off of you before resuming his previous actions. 

You’re writhing under their touch, their bodies effectively weighing you down and pinning you in place, and you desperately rub your legs together for any kind of friction, causing Jeno to roughly yank your legs apart, locking the one closest to him between his legs. Jaehyun does the same, leaving your core exposed and practically aching with need, and you almost sob in relief when Jeno cups your clothed pussy, digging the base of his palm into your clit as he presses his fingers against your blocked entrance, chuckling darkly as he feels the heat radiating from your desperate core.

Just as soon as he’s cupped it and provided you with a rush of pleasure, he’s released it, your mouth already fixed to whine in protest before he’s unceremoniously pushing his middle and ring fingers past your lips into the wet warmth of your mouth.

“Suck on my fingers,” He orders, voice gravelly as he speaks, smirking knowingly when you jolt with every brush of his bottom lip against your nipple. “Get them nice and wet for me.”

You oblige immediately, swirling your tongue around the digits and letting a small collection of drool pool at the bottom of your mouth, Jeno’s fingers eagerly dipping into the reservoir of saliva. He sucks on your nipple harshly now, letting it slip from his lips with a muted, wet pop and recapturing it immediately. 

“Good girl,” He groans proudly, pulling his fingers from your mouth. You’re mildly ashamed of the string of spit connecting his glistening fingers to your heavily bitten lower lip, the shame only building when he quirks one brow and breaks the link by swiping his fingers over your bottom lip quickly. He navigates his hand down between your legs, pulling your underwear aside and gliding his wet fingers against your entrance, parting your folds and stroking them slowly as he shamelessly collects your arousal. “Fucking dripping,” He hisses, looking up at you with a smug grin before letting the tip of his tongue peek out, tracing small, concentrated circles around your bud. 

The two of them together fill the room with the lewd, wet sounds of not only their mouths ravishing your breasts, but also Jeno’s fingers gliding along and between your folds. 

“Wh-Why are you torturing me?” You whine sadly at Jeno, the younger male sparing you a cursory glance before he bites down gently on your nipple. “Jeno, please–” You start to plead, the words cut off by a sudden whoosh of air, your lungs exhaling loudly when he has mercy on you and pushes his two almost impossibly slick fingers into your pussy.

“Yeah, baby? That’s what you wanted?” He teases, and you genuinely think you might be losing your mind, what with the way you’re writhing on the bed in pleasure, shaky gasps spilling from your puffier, kiss-swollen lips as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. “I asked you a question, baby, and it’d be in your best interest to answer it.”

“Yes! Yes, Jeno, that’s exactly what I wanted–oh, fuck, right there–” You choke out when he curls his fingers inside of you, fucking the tips of his fingers directly into your g-spot.

“So loud, baby.” Jeno snickers, an air of derision in his tone that would normally piss you off, but you can’t seem to find it in you to care, your mind only focused on the male knuckle-deep inside your pussy and the older male, still languidly teasing your breast with his tongue and pink, damp lips before he takes the bud back into his sinful warm, wet mouth. 

“I bet all those people at the party can hear you,” Jeno growls under his breath, and you whine loudly, unsure of whether you were trying to object or prove his point further. “I bet they all know what a naughty little girl you are.” His words are surprisingly humiliating, heat rushing to your cheeks as you look away, avoiding his intent gaze in favor of locking eyes with Jaehyun, who spreads his fingers out across your stomach, gliding his hand down until the tips of his longest fingers are dipping under your underwear, the skilled digits easily finding your incredibly sensitive clit and proceeding to rub deliberately heavy-handed circles around the bundle of nerves.

The moan you let out in response is downright embarrassing, pleasure coursing through your body not unlike you’d imagine jolts of electricity. Jaehyun smirks from around his mouthful of your breast, releasing the plump flesh with an obscenely loud, wet noise that has you averting your gaze in embarrassment. He brings his face up to yours, lips kissing the heated skin of your neck and intensifying his actions when you tilt your head to the side to allow him more access.

“Pretty baby girl loves our mouths on her, doesn’t she?” Jaehyun coos, and the only response you can muster forth is a pathetic whimper, instead nodding vigorously to supplement your insufficient verbal response. “What a good girl you’re being, baby, lying here nice and pretty for us.” He breathes, his tongue tracing along the underside of your earlobe. 

“J-Jaehyun,” You mewl, and he speeds up the ministrations on your clit, the kisses he’s delivering to your neck getting more and more heated with every lust-filled sound that leaves your lips. 

“Close, baby?” Jaehyun asks sweetly, and when you nod in affirmation, Jeno pushes his fingers into you particularly roughly, a breathless squeak slipping out as he continues to fuck your g-spot with reckless abandon. 

“If you want to cum, you’d better beg.” Jeno warns you, raising an eyebrow in challenge at your incredulous expression. “I could easily stop now.” He asserts, his fingers slowing down gradually. Just as quickly as the tightening sensation in your stomach had built, it starts to subside, to your utter dismay.

“P-Please!” You cry out, and Jeno’s eyebrow stays raised, silently urging you to go on. “Jeno–Jaehyun–please let me come, I wanna come so bad, please–” You babble, and the last pathetic little plea’s barely left your mouth when Jeno speeds back up. His merciless finger-fucking, combined with the hypnotic circles Jaehyun is so expertly delivering to your clit, has you coming undone in a broken wail of ecstasy. 

“Oh, baby. I love the sounds you make when you come undone.” Jaehyun hums pleasantly, and he kisses your cheek sweetly as if sensing the heat rushing to your face.

Jeno clears his throat expectantly, his fingers stilling inside of you, and the two males make eye contact, seemingly coming to a silent agreement. Jeno climbs off of the bed, palming his length through his light grey boxers with the hand that had just been inside of your underwear. To your embarrassment, the arousal left from your core dripping onto his fingers is enough to create small, dark, wet stains on the front of his underwear. Locking eyes with you, he holds your gaze for one mesmerizing moment before he leans forward, hooking his fingers into your underwear and yanking them down your legs abruptly. He twirls them around on his finger with a mocking sort of look on his frustratingly handsome face before he lets them drop to the floor, promptly turning on his heel and making his way over to the chair at his desk, sitting down and pushing his hand into his boxers, starting to lazily pump his cock up and down. His brows knitting together, he lets out a soft grunt and you watch in fascination as the beads of precum get smeared on the inside of his underwear, only adding to the stains caused by your arousal. There’s something highly enthralling about the brazenness with which he provides such a sinful sight, something hypnotizing about the dark gaze he’s fastened on you. His lids at half-mast, he regards you with a smug sort of intrigue, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down slightly as his hand speeds up. Beside you, Jaehyun’s lying on his back, propped up on his elbows as he regards you with a knowingly raised brow, not even speaking until you shake yourself out of your daze and return your attention to him.

“Come here, baby; let Daddy take care of you.” Jaehyun purrs, and you’re a bit too startled by the name he’s given himself to even notice that you’re being coaxed towards him by his gentle pulling and eased onto his face as he lies back fully on the bed. It’s not until you’re hovering over his mouth with your knees on either side of his head that you come back to your senses and start to feel shy.

“Don’t be nervous, baby; ease on down and let Daddy make you feel good.” He coaxes, his arms looping around your thighs and pulling you down a bit suddenly in his eagerness. The first time his mouth comes into contact with your core, you yelp and lift off reflexively, not even remotely expecting him to react the way he does. 

He outright growls and the grip on your thighs turns almost vice-like as he holds you firmly in place, promptly nestling his face between your legs. 

“Don’t tease me.” He warns you, and you blanch, not having intended to do that at all.

“S-Sorry,” You mumble, visibly flustered, “Sorry, Daddy.” You tack on the name he’s chosen for himself at the end in an attempt to garner some sympathy, and it’s like you’ve flipped a switch on his demeanor.

“Don’t worry, baby; just don’t do it again.” He murmurs soothingly, peering up at you and smiling when you nod in understanding. He lowers his gaze back to your embarrassingly wet pussy and his gaze darkens before he’s dragging his tongue up your pussy lips over and over, the wet pink muscle slipping between them occasionally and causing you to whimper weakly. Sucking your folds into his mouth, he runs his tongue over them languidly but with just enough pressure to have you gasping, your hands gripping his just to have something to hold onto.

You let out a particularly loud moan when his lips find your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth and flicking it back and forth with his tongue. 

“D-Do you think they can hear us now?” You ask worriedly, another moan leaving your lips when Jaehyun starts to swirl his tongue around your clit. If you focus, you can hear the sounds of people’s voices getting louder and softer as they walk past the closed bedroom door and loud, muffled laughter filtering through the walls.

“I want them to hear us.” Jaehyun says, his dark brown eyes staring deeply into yours. You blanch, all rational thoughts leaving your head as he resumes lapping greedily at your pussy. “You taste like candy, baby. Let me hear you.” His voice is partially muffled from having his mouth buried between your legs, but his praise hits you all the same and, whether you like it or not, you oblige, loud whimpers and gasps of his name falling from your open mouth, Jaehyun’s mouth delivering a filthy, lewd kiss to your clit that has your face heating up.

“I–I’m so close,” You whine shakily, and he redoubles his efforts, alternating between delivering heavy, long licks to your core and focusing his tongue on your clit. “Your mouth feels so good,” You exhale blissfully, and he just chuckles, vibrations buzzing through the bundle of nerves that have you stuffing your fist into your mouth and biting down on your knuckles to keep from crying out too loudly. “Yes–right there,” You almost sob as you encourage him to keep working at your clit, and it’s only then that you realize that you’ve been not-so-subtly rocking your hips against his face, his hands migrating to your hips to help guide you through the fluid motions.

“Yeah, baby?” He teases, pulling you down on his mouth just a little bit harder as he sucks on your clit hard. You’re building up, up, up, and then you snap, your eyes rolling back into your head as your lids droop.

“D-Daddy,” You whine as the climax builds to its peak, and he moans at your plaintive tone, licking you even more fervently until your body starts to quiver, your hips jerking away from his touch. He moves you off of him with an air of reluctance, letting you move down to sit on his lap instead as he sits up, wipes his bottom lip with his thumb, collecting what must be a mix of your arousal and his saliva, and pushes it past your lips. 

“Suck for Daddy, baby.” His voice is low, huskier than you’re used to, and the added grit to his voice makes his command all the more compelling, so you do suck–and you suck eagerly, swirling your tongue around the digit and grazing your teeth against the pad of his thumb, to which he hisses, retracting his thumb from your mouth and bringing his lips close to yours. He gives you a surprisingly soft kiss, flicking your bottom lip with his tongue before gently pushing you onto your back. 

He climbs off of the bed, moving to sit in the chair by Jeno’s bed, and you watch as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, reaching a hand in to stroke himself as Jeno takes his place on the bed. 

“Mmm...what a pretty sight.” Jeno admires your body, and you realize with a jolt of embarrassment that your legs are spread just wide enough for him to see your core on full display. You splutter nervously, closing your legs quickly, and Jeno frowns in disapproval.

“Ah, ah, ah. Open those pretty legs; I want a taste too.” Jeno orders, and you try to hide the way your eyes widen in mild horror at the prospect of another orgasm so soon, but he catches you right in the act, a devilish smile curling his lips. 

You whine in protest, crossing your legs at the ankles and squeezing your thighs together, and Jeno just raises an eyebrow as if you’ve openly challenged him, which, you suppose to him, you have. He brings his lips to just above your ankles, kissing up your legs slowly and not without the occasional sharp nip that has you flinching and yelping. He laves over the bite mark with his tongue in lieu of an apology and continues his ascent towards the apex of your thighs. When he’s reached the fleshiest part of your thighs, he dwells there for a moment, indulging in the soft flesh as he sucks, licks and bites at your heated skin. A soft shudder leaves your lips and his eyes open, his gaze flicking up to meet your eyes. His eyes trail down your body to stare at the mound of your pussy, the rest of your core concealed by your clenched thighs, and you literally watch as hunger takes over his features, his gaze darkening and his jaw clenching. 

You barely have a second to suck in a preparatory breath before his lips are on your mound, sucking and licking. His blunt nails are practically clawing at your inner thighs, digging his fingers into the flesh and pulling, yanking, forcing your legs apart. His tongue is impossibly determined, wiggling between your legs and stroking at your clit none too gently. The pink muscle twists, curls and dives between your thighs with intent–this is a man on a mission, and when the tip of his tongue catches the underside of your clit, you flinch, letting your guard down, and he wrenches your legs apart, proceeding to coat your pussy with his saliva. 

Where Jaehyun was tender licks and measured strokes, Jeno is all harsh sucks, filthy kisses, and sinful drags and lashes of the tongue. He eats pussy like an animal, and all you can do is succumb to the pleasure, uncontrollable moans leaving your lips as he ravages your core. You’re so impossibly wet and you can’t tell if it’s due to the waves of arousal gushing from your entrance or the seemingly endless strokes of his dripping wet tongue, your pussy and inner thighs coated with a sheen of spit and cum. 

“That’s it, give me all of it,” He growls, fingers digging into your hips with an almost ravenous greed, his slender digits surely leaving indents for you to marvel at later. “Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever tasted.” You’re positively high on the compliment, but the moment only lasts for a second as you’re forcibly grounded by Jeno’s tongue and its persistent lashes against your core. His lips enclose around the fleshy pearl of your clit, and you refuse to acknowledge the absolutely desperate whine that leaves your lips when he starts to groan lewdly in ecstasy.

The noises coming from Jeno’s mouth on your pussy are downright scandalous, and your face blazes as you peek over at Jaehyun for a distraction. His dark eyes are trained on your face, his fist slowly pumping his cock. You don’t even get to dwell on him for long, as Jeno redirects your attention to him by sucking on your clit insistently. Your climax rapidly approaching, you clutch at the bedsheets desperately as your back arches off of the bed. His long fingers splay out over your stomach and force your body back down onto the bed. 

“C-Coming,” You pant, the words wheezing out of your almost completely empty lungs. Jeno nods vigorously and laps at your pussy until your thighs are trembling with the pressure of your impending climax, your body finally hitting its peak when you cry out loudly and let your head loll to the side. The sensation is bliss, sheer bliss beyond words as your whole body feels like it’s floating, your brain buzzing with energy. Just as you start to come down from your high, Jeno pushes two fingers into you and presses his thumb into your clit, and you recoil from him as suddenly as if you’ve been punched in the gut. “No more,” You gasp, and he just grins up at you and curls his fingers just right inside of you, the pads of his fingertips hooking into your g-spot and starting to fuck it rapidly and repeatedly, abusing the sensitive patch of nerves even as you thrash around under him. 

“I’m not done with you yet,” Jeno chuckles, his voice muffled from his mouth being pressed to your inner thigh. 

“Can’t–” You moan weakly, and he keeps up the brutal pace of his fingers before moving his thumb and flicking his tongue over your clit rapidly. A choked sob leaves your parted lips, tears welling up in your eyes as he abuses your poor pussy with no signs of stopping. Your next orgasm feels so good that it almost hurts, your eyes squeezing shut tightly as you desperately gasp for air, your hand gripping his wrist. He snatches your hand off of him, locking it in his grip and continuing to finger you until you’re sobbing pathetically, writhing weakly under his relentless touches. He repositions himself, moves so his face is hovering over yours, but his fingers never let up, never dropping in pace or intensity once.

“Taste yourself.” He orders, sealing his mouth over yours, and he parts your lips with his tongue with such a dominance that you wonder if you even had a choice. His tongue swirls around yours and he pulls back slightly to let you suck on his tongue, your arousal mingling with something you can pinpoint as so uniquely Jeno that it has your head spinning. You marvel at how he’s almost ferocious in his manipulation of your body, yet somehow still maintains an element of restraint as he sucks languidly on your bottom lip. When your next orgasm–you’ve practically lost count at this point–bubbles up, he swallows your every moan with his kiss, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip as you keen pathetically into his mouth. 

“Stop, stop, stop, I feel like I’m gonna–” You’re suddenly desperate, panicked, frantic even as you grasp his arm like a lifeline as you drown and, really, you suppose you are drowning, losing yourself in wave after wave of pleasure until something internally snaps and your whole body goes slack. White noise roars in your ears, but you’re distantly aware of Jeno and Jaehyun letting out impressed chuckles. Finally granting you a moment of reprieve, he pulls his fingers out from your absolutely dripping pussy and cleans his fingers off with his mouth, never letting his gaze leave yours. 

“Guess what, princess?” He mumbles against your lips, lazily kissing you now.

“Mm?” It’s all you can manage to say, feeling utterly wrecked as your eyes flutter shut.

“We’re still not done.” He coos, kissing your jaw, and your eyes snap open in surprise.

“No–I can’t–” You stammer, but Jeno just puts a finger to your lips, shushing you with a surprising gentleness.

“You’re not going anywhere until we’ve both felt your pretty little pussy wrapped around our cocks,” He explains slowly, “So just lie back and take it like the good little girl I know you can be.”

“Oh, my God,” You whine, letting Jeno hike your legs up so your calves are on his shoulders. He sits back, maneuvering his cock out of his boxers, and you’re in complete and total awe. His cock is almost impossibly thick and long, with veins running down the length of it, and the tip is a surprisingly lovely shade of fleshy pink, milky white beads of pre-cum seeping from the slit in the head of his cock. “B-Big.”

“Yes, princess, it is big.” He’s almost talking down to you, but when he pushes the head of his cock against your entrance, you find that you really couldn’t care less. 

“C- what about a condom?” You ask, and Jeno shakes his head.

“No, princess. You’re going to let me and Jaehyun fuck you nice and full until you’re dripping with our cum, okay?” 

“...Okay.” You’re honestly too drained to protest, so you just let your head fall back onto his pillow. 

“Now, you’re going to stay nice and still for me, okay?” He asks, and before you can agree, he’s pushing into you slowly, a low groan of satisfaction leaving him. You whimper in discomfort as his girth stretches your walls farther than they’ve ever had to go, and he pauses when he’s a couple of inches in, starting to shallowly thrust into you. You’re already starting to lose your mind, and it hits you that there’s more to take in, and your body acts of its own accord, trying to wiggle away from him. “I told you to stay still.” He reminds you sternly, but you’re not listening, your body still clenching tightly around him even as you reflexively try to escape the intense fucking you know is inevitable. 

What you absolutely don’t expect is for Jeno to wrap a hand around your throat and use the grip to push you into the mattress, effectively pinning you in place and cutting off the blood flow to your brain and just a bit of your air supply. 

As you gasp and stammer, you notice that he’s sliding into you even deeper, his cock reaching places you didn’t even know could be reached. His grip tightens when your walls flex around him, and he chuckles, the sound almost sinister as he looks up from the sight of your pussy sucking him in to take in your expression. You can’t imagine how you look right now, your eyes half-lidded and mouth open in a silent gasp, but you do know that you’re feeling completely blissed out. He must like what he sees because he licks his lips and starts to drive his length in and out of you. 

“The pretty little thing likes being pinned down,” He remarks in amusement through clenched teeth. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” You breathe immediately, and he grins, clearly pleased with your answer. As he picks up the pace, his hips thrusting against yours with smooth, rapid, powerful strokes, pathetic squeaks and puffs of air escape you as your eyes start to droop closed.

“Ah–ah.” He’s quick to nip that in the bud, shaking your neck from side to side to get you to open your eyes. “Don’t close your eyes, and don’t look away from me. I want you right here,” He points at his eyes, and you nod obediently. “I wanna see those pretty eyes gloss over when I break you and fuck you dumb.”

He makes good on his promise, fucking you with such expertise that you really didn’t stand a chance. His movements are swift and calculated, every expertly placed thrust sending you further over the edge. 

“Je–no–I’m,” You wheeze out, and he relaxes his grip ever so slightly, allowing you just enough clearance to speak. “S–s’close.”

“Come, princess.” He urges you, turning his head in to kiss your inner calf. “Come all over my cock. You’re so fucking wet, this pretty pussy keeps sucking my cock in, fuck.” 

His words shoot straight to your core and you climax with an almost explosively loud moan, your vision going black as Jeno’s name pours from your lips repeatedly. You feel him still inside of you before he pulls out of you, releasing your throat, and removes your legs from his shoulders. You bite back a whine of protest at the suddenly empty feeling, but it’s short-lived as Jeno speaks again.

“On your stomach.” He urges you, and it takes you a second to blink back the haze in your head. “Come on, princess–face down, ass up.” He elaborates, and you groggily move to obey. Tsking in disapproval at your slow pace, he flips you onto your stomach none too gently and presses the thick head of his cock to your entrance once more. 

“Gonna fuck you like a little ragdoll.” Jeno hisses as he pushes back into you, and you press your face into the pillow as he builds up a pace that has the headboard banging against the wall so hard you fear the paint might chip. You realize quickly that the element of restraint you’d noticed in him is long gone and you’re getting full-on, no holds barred Jeno. His every thrust takes your breath away, and your body is practically screaming at you to take a breather, but you’ve also never felt this alive before, your body thrumming with anticipation, pleasure centers lighting up that you didn’t even know existed–you’re on cloud nine, and it doesn’t even really register that you’ve started crying from the pleasure, but before you know it tears are streaming down your face and little sniffles and whimpers are leaving your lips.

“So pretty when you cry, princess.” Jeno teases, kneading your ass cheeks. He keeps fucking into you with powerful, rough strokes, and you’re babbling nonsense at this point, hiccups and sobs leaving you freely because, God, it feels so fucking good–”I’m gonna come.” He grunts, and your body tenses in anticipation as his pace stutters, his cock throbbing inside of you. “Gonna fuck you full of my cum, princess. Fuck you nice and full and deep, fuck–” He hisses, starting to release inside of you. 

Now, you know it’s been a while since the last time you had sex, but this...seems like an almost inhuman amount of cum. It feels like he’s damn near breeding you, his cum pumping into you in what seems like an endless stream, but you’re startled to realize that you love it, love him filling you up like this. 

“That’s it, milk my cock, princess.” He groans, his thrusts changing until he’s pumping into you slowly, his cum still filling you up. When he pulls out of you, you barely register the two of them as they switch places until a gentler hand caresses your side.

“Turn over for me, baby. Wanna see that pretty face.” Jaehyun coaxes sweetly, and you practically flop on your back, too worn out to complete the action with more grace. He hovers over you, maneuvering between your legs and gliding the head of his cock up and down your core. You sneak a peek at his length, and, fuck–he’s about as big as Jeno, slightly less girthy, but still a beautiful sight to behold. He locks eyes with you and pushes into you slowly, groaning in ecstasy as he fills you up inch-by-inch. When he bottoms out, you release a shaky breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and he smiles down at you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re so tired, aren’t you, baby?” He murmurs sweetly, and you nod weakly, causing him to tut sympathetically. “I know, baby, I know–just relax and let Daddy take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” You exhale, your following breath catching in your throat when he pulls out slowly, pushing back in with a smooth rock of his hips. “Feels good,” You moan quietly, and he repeats the action until he’s built up a dizzying rhythm of deep, hard, yet slow strokes that have you rolling your hips against his, eagerly attempting to fuck him back.

“So good for me, baby; such a good little girl, aren’t you?” He praises you, and you can only whimper in response, the compliment going straight to your head.

“Right there, Daddy, please–” You cry out when he angles his hips in a slightly different direction and starts driving his cock directly into your g-spot. “Oh, my God.” You whine, and he captures your lips in a deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours smoothly and slowly.

“You feel that, baby? Feel me filling your pretty little pussy up with my cock?” He grunts, and you nod desperately, clutching at his shoulders, your nails biting into the skin. He hisses and delivers a thrust so strong and sudden that your body jerks towards the headboard. “You love it, don’t you?”

“Love it, Daddy,” You babble, your back arching as the pleasure builds and builds, quickly reaching your tipping point. “Gonna–gonna come.” 

“Can you wait for me, baby? Want you to come with me.” He purrs against your lips, and you nod hesitantly, focusing as much of your attention as possible on delaying your nearing climax. “Where do you want me to come, baby?”

“Inside,” You gasp; you’d loved the feeling of Jeno’s cum filling you up, and your answer must please Jaehyun, because he groans and dips his head lower to nip and kiss at your neck.

“Yeah, you want me to breed this tight little pussy? Fill you up with my cum?” He taunts, and fresh tears spring to your eyes from how overwhelming the pleasure is as you nod enthusiastically. “Naughty little thing, Jeno’s cum wasn’t enough for you?” You shake your head, whimpering lowly as he continues, “I know, baby, I know it wasn’t, but it’s okay,” He pants, his thrusts speeding up as you feel his length twitch inside of you, “Daddy’s gonna give you a nice big load, okay? Just be a good girl and keep it all in for me.”

You cry out loudly when he reaches a hand down to rub at your clit, and you both release at the same time, your body going incredibly tense as pleasure consumes you before you finally go completely limp with exhaustion, the only sound leaving you being a moan saying, “Fuck, Daddy.”

It hits you when Jaehyun swears loudly and starts releasing into you with the same intensity that Jeno had, unleashing load after load of hot, thick cum, that there is a very high possibility that you’re getting fucked by someone–or something–not entirely human. Brief panic seizes you, causing you to clench and for Jaehyun to let out the most sinful groan, and you realize that you don’t entirely care about what exactly they are at the moment. If they wanted to hurt you, you suppose they would have by now, so you just...let the newfound hunch fall to the back of your mind as you let Jaehyun fill you up. After he’s fucked his unbelievably large load into you, he pulls out of you, smiling when you shudder, and lies down beside you, breathing loudly.

You have no words left in you, both males having fucked virtually every thought out of your head, but you’re still searching for something to say when Jeno comes to the side of the bed you’re on and picks you up with ease, cradling you in his arms. Jaehyun pulls the comforter aside and Jeno sets you down so Jaehyun can toss it over you, the gesture surprisingly fond and thoughtful. You burrow under the covers, giving yourself some time to let your heartbeat and breathing return to normal, and when Jeno taps your side, you scoot over without thinking, giving him room to climb into the bed with you. Sandwiched between the two men who just gave you the absolute best sex of your life, you can’t entirely understand why you feel so nervous and jittery until you remember the not-so-little realization you came to just moments ago.

“You alright?” Jeno asks softly, and you nod, turning to send him a smile as soft as his tone. He returns it, and you nibble at your lower lip as you search once more for the right words to say.

“I-uh, well, so...I have a question...” You trail off, unsure how to approach the subject.

“Shoot,” Jaehyun says simply, and you take a deep breath.

“What...are you guys?” You ask tentatively, and Jeno and Jaehyun freeze, looking at each other and exchanging silent words. 

“Incubi.” Jeno finally answers, and you blink twice, not sure what to do with the information you just received. “You alright there?”

“Uh, yeah. Typically, when people accuse other people of not being human, I don’t think they expect to be right. Or at least I didn’t expect to be right.” You mumble, chuckling slightly. Jeno and Jaehyun laugh and shrug.

“I suppose that’s fair.” Jaehyun snickers, and you huff, moving to sit up a bit too quickly, the resulting dizzying rush to your head making you go cross-eyed for a second. “Careful, now.” He’s quick to correct you, Jeno and Jaehyun working together to lie you back down gently.

“So...I have more questions.” You follow up, and they shrug good-naturedly.

“We figured you would.” Jeno replies. “Ask away, and we’ll do our best to answer.”

“So all I know about incubi is that they appear to women at night in their sleep and take advantage of them.” You say slowly, and they seem to be fighting back laughter. “Am I totally wrong?”

“That lore is particularly, uh, outdated. We prefer our women conscious and, uh, willing.” Jaehyun explains, and you nod slowly, taking it all in.

“Like Monsters, Inc.” 

They share an unreadable look. “Like what?”

“Like Monsters, Inc! They started out by scaring the children, but learned that when the children were happy and laughing, it generated more power.” You supply helpfully and excitedly, and Jeno blinks twice.

“I...guess, yes, then it’s like Monsters, Inc.” Jeno hesitantly agrees, and you smile widely, happy things are starting to make sense.

“So what can you guys do?” You ask curiously.

“Well, we have superhuman abilities like stamina, strength, speed, senses–” Jaehyun starts.

“We can enter dreams,” Jeno says with a slight smirk, meeting your eyes deliberately and winking.

“Wait, so–that dream I had about you. You manipulated your way into my dream?” You ask, and Jeno nods, having the decency to look a bit sheepish.

“Yep. It’s easier to do when the person in question is already dreaming about us, though.” He replies with a secretive smile, and now it’s your turn to look sheepish.

“But so–could you feel what I was feeling? In the dream, that is.” You ask, and Jeno nods in confirmation. “Oh. Oh. Well, that’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed; I had a great time.” Jeno assures you, and your face heats up.

“Still mad you entered her dream without me.” Jaehyun mutters bitterly, and Jeno shrugs.

“Don’t blame me!” He defends himself, and Jaehyun shoots him a petulant glare.

“What am I gonna do, blame her? You got in her head.” Jaehyun counters, and you gasp indignantly, pointing an accusing finger in Jeno’s direction.

“So you did get in my head! I thought I was going crazy!” You huff, crossing your arms. If Jeno’s feeling even the slightest bit of shame, he doesn’t show it, a smug grin overtaking his lips.

“Actually, I only did it when you walked in on me and Yunhee. I knew you wanted me, I just had to give you a little nudge to get the ball rolling.” Jeno explains defensively.

“You got the ball rolling by making me want to rip her throat out with my teeth.” You reply flatly, and Jeno raises his eyebrows, genuine shock crossing his features.

“I didn’t put that in your head. I just made you want to be in her place a little bit more than you already did.” Jeno says slowly, and you frown, confused. 

“So then...why’d I get so jealous?” You ask, baffled.

“Must have wanted me that badly, I guess. Our cute little angel has a dark side to her, after all.” Jeno states proudly, and you huff, rolling your eyes.

“Wait, so–another question. Jeno said he got into my head. What explains me turning into a water fountain between my legs whenever you two touch me?” You ask, hoping the answer is something other than the fact that you were just suppressed and painfully attracted to them.

“Well, when the attraction is already there,” Jaehyun starts to explain, looking at you, “we don’t actually have to do anything; our auras simply serve as some sort of aphrodisiac that heightens your sensitivity and arousal.”

“Oh, thank God.” You exhale in relief, and the two males chuckle. “Okay, more questions. What exactly do you feed off of, for the women you sleep with?”

“Their sexual energy.” Jeno answers simply, and at their following silence, you figure he would have elaborated were there a way to do so.

“Do you guys team up on girls often? Like me?” You ask, and they both shake their heads in unison.

“Nope. You’re a special case. You were so...suppressed,” Jaehyun hums thoughtfully, fingers tracing over your concealed thigh. Even through the covers, his touch ignites a fire in you, and you swallow thickly in an attempt to contain it. “You’re like a power reserve of untapped sexual energy, and we thought it’d be best to share you instead of us just fighting over you.” 

“Not to mention, you’re incredibly alluring.” Jeno adds, and you smile bashfully at Jeno’s compliment while your face heats up at Jaehyun’s comment. 

“Oh, yeah!” You pipe up, Jeno’s slightly too formal word choice having sparked yet another question for you. “How old are you guys?” 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about all the numbers right now.” Jaehyun gently dismisses your question. “Just know it’s not our first, second, or fifth time being in college.”

“Wow, so I...technically fucked, like, old men.” You fake shudder, and they both shoot you playful glares.

“I wasn’t aware I fucked like an old man,” Jeno muses, his hand finding your knee under the covers. “Maybe I should try again; you know–just to prove myself.” He squeezes the part of your thigh just above your knee, and you whine softly.

“No, no, no, you made your point! I’m sorry, you’re not old men.” You apologize hastily, and he grins, removing his hand.

“Thank you. Now, we have a question for you.” He says, and you look up at him quizzically.

“Go ahead.”

“Are you going to keep our little secret?” He asks, and you nod immediately, not even having to think about it.

“You’re not hurting anyone, and it’s not my business to tell, so your secret is safe with me.” You promise.

“Good girl.” Jaehyun praises you, and your face heats up, smiling shyly as you puff your cheeks out and look skyward, thinking of any more questions you might have. One pops up that you’re a bit bashful to ask, so you start to fiddle with invisible threads on the sheet.

“What is it, angel?” Jaehyun asks knowingly, and you peek up at him and at Jeno before returning your gaze to the sheets.

“I’m not, like, catching feelings or anything, I swear.” You start off defensively, and Jeno raises an inquisitive brow. “I was just wondering...can we do this, like, again sometime?”

“Absolutely, angel. I think I speak for both of us when I say that you were quite a...unique experience. If I’m recalling correctly, you may just be my favorite encounter I’ve had in my lifetime.” Jaehyun assures you, and a relieved smile curls your lips upwards.

“Aw, baby likes the way we fuck her?” Jeno teases, tilting your chin up with his index finger so you’re looking him straight in the eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” You mumble, flustered from the intent gaze he’s fixed on you. 

“Stop making her nervous, Jeno.” Jaehyun scolds gently, and Jeno huffs petulantly.

“She’s so cute when she’s all nervous, though.”

“Yeah, but she’s had a long night. Here, get some sleep, angel. We’ll check on you in the morning.” Jaehyun says kindly, removing the pillow from under your head, fluffing it, and returning it to its previous place. You shift gratefully to get more comfortable and feel the slightly uncomfortable sensation of cum leaking out of you, reminding you that you’re not exactly ready to sleep yet.

“Shit,” You mutter, moving to climb over Jeno and out of the bed. As soon as your feet are on the floor, your legs buckle almost comically, Jeno just managing to catch you before you topple over.

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asks, clearly concerned, and you nibble at your bottom lip nervously, barely dwelling on the fact that you’re standing in front of them in your birthday suit.

“I forgot to pee,” You explain, and Jeno raises an eyebrow at the hesitation in your voice, seeming to pick up on the fact that there’s something else you’re not sharing.

“And?” Jeno presses, and you balk, looking down at the floor.

“And...so, like...you both came inside of me.” You remind them, and Jaehyun chuckles.

“We sure did; and you took it all like a good little girl.” He praises you, and a part of you wishes he hadn’t said that, because there’s a part of you that’s ignoring the ache of your body and is slowly but surely gearing up for another round.

“...Are you guys...like...virile?” You ask nervously, and they look at each other before bursting out in laughter.

“Why?” Jeno chuckles, and you could almost swear there’s fondness creeping into his tone. He reaches out for your wrist and tugs you closer gently, careful not to let you fall. “You don’t want to have one of our little demon babies?” He teases, and you narrow your eyes, glaring down at him petulantly.

“I’m not trying to get disowned by my family for getting pregnant at nineteen going on twenty, Jeno.” You say, frowning and huffing lightly, and he just smiles widely, squeezing your wrist comfortingly.

“Don’t worry; our supernatural sperm is just as susceptible to morning-after pills as the average man.” Jaehyun assures you, and just as you’re about to tell him never to use the words ‘supernatural sperm’ again, you’re distracted by Jeno climbing off of the bed and walking over to his desk. He opens a drawer and pulls out a small wad of cash, counting out a couple of bills and handing them to you.

“For the pill,” He says kindly, and you smile gratefully.

“Y’know, it’s actually a shame,” Jaehyun sighs, causing you to look over at him and observe his teasing grin. “I bet you’d look stunning with a baby in that belly.”

“Mm...sorry to disappoint. Maybe you can fuck the literal Antichrist into some other girl.” You say with an equally teasing pout, and Jaehyun’s face brightens with delight at your playful nature. “Okay, I’m gonna go pee now.” You announce, opening the bedroom door and listening out. The party seems to have ended, the music and sounds of liveliness gone, so you peek both ways before rushing out towards the bathroom, doing your best and trusting your wobbly legs not to let you down. When you’re finished relieving yourself, you wash your hands and open the door to find a folded pile of clothing on the floor. You smile to yourself and pick up the clothes, closing the door behind you once more as you dress yourself. You put your bra and underwear back on, inwardly cringing at the sensation of the cold, damp fabric on your core before you suck it up and pull on the sweatpants and t-shirt that, based on the familiar smell of his cologne, Jeno must have left for you. You tiptoe back to the bedroom, crawling over Jeno to get back into the bed, and Jaehyun says something that you can’t muster the energy to respond to, simply burying your face further into the pillow.

“Mm, okay. G’night.” You mumble, suddenly very drowsy as sleep creeps up on you. The boys murmur something in response, but it’s lost on you as you finally slip into slumber’s sweet embrace.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t that post-sex glow only supposed to last, like, a day?” Hyuck asks curiously as you slide into your usual seat at your cafeteria table two days after your encounter with Jeno and Jaehyun, and you shrug, unable to care less as the feeling of floating simply hasn’t left your body. You’d noticed it too when you were getting ready for classes today; the radiance lying beneath your skin, the almost blissed-out expression replacing your usual resting face; if this was the aftermath of having sex with an incubus–well, two incubi, in your case–then you’re not so sure what all the trouble would be about.

“Oh, hush, Hyuck.” Lucy shushes him before promptly fussing over you, her check-up so thorough that you half expect her to pull out a stethoscope. 

“So, tiger.” Dami’s eying you up and down with a proud smile. “How was it?”

Everyone leans in closer to you at the lunch table, and you look around furtively before mirroring their actions.

“Literally the best sex I’ve ever had.” You gush, and the girls celebrate while Hyuck gags. “Probably the best sex I’ll ever have.”

“I’m so proud of my baby.” Dami wipes a fake tear from her eye, and you roll your eyes but can’t hold back the amused giggle that slips out.

“Can you believe they’re still staring?” Lucy whispers in awe, and when you all move to look, she stops you all with frantic spluttering. “Don’t be so obvi–” Ignoring her words, you all practically snap your necks to turn and stare at the cafeteria table universally recognized as the NKT table, where, among all their other frat brothers, Jeno and Jaehyun sit, laughing at something Lucas’s said. As if you’d called to them, their gazes uniformly lock on yours, both males letting one corner of their mouths quirk upwards. Your face warm, you smile back before turning back to your table.

“I can’t tell if you’re dick-whipped or they’re pussy-whipped.” Siyeon snorts, and you sneer mockingly at her. 

“Doesn’t matter who’s whipped for what.” You say simply, and she shrugs in acquiescence. 

“Why are we talking about whips?” Hyuck asks, baffled as he returns to the table with a cup of ice cream in hand. “God, girl, I had a feeling you were freaky, but I didn’t think you were that freaky–”

“Hyuck, chew with your mouth closed!” You groan, looking everywhere but at his bulging cheeks and open mouth full of ice cream. You lock eyes with Jeno again, who smirks and jerks his head towards the exit, nudging Jaehyun and muttering something in his ear that the older male smirks at before they stand up in unison, heading for the exit. “Be right back,” You say abruptly, standing up moments after they’ve left and heading for the exit door.

“Make Mama proud!” Dami has the nerve to call after you, and you glare at her in the hopes it’ll shut her up.

You’re still bristling with embarrassment when the cafeteria doors shut behind you, but as a familiar hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you into the secluded shadows, you can’t bring yourself to care.

t-tada!!! thank you so much for reading, and i really hope you decide to send me a message if you enjoyed it!

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Siyeon x Reader

Prompt n°58 : "Win me the Teddy."

Siyeon Oppa

Requested by: @watashiwaglr38

It was your first time going to the fair with Siyeon, your dates were usually more centered around food or music. Somehow the fair seemed to be a great mix of both and it came naturally to Siyeon to bring you there when she saw that one was settling nearby.

"Y/N let's go out on friday, my treat ?"

When she asked, you were looking through some assignments and were surprised by the sudden proposition. Siyeon would usually keep her fridays for the girls, they would go out for a drinks and end up wasted.

"Aren't you going to meet up with the girls ?"

"No since I'm going on a date with you."

She was using her infamous smirk and wink as her weapons to get you to say yes which of course was working.

"Fine, what did you have in mind ?"

Your assignments were long time forgotten, your attention now fully directed to your girlfriend.

"That's something I'm not going to tell you."

You were about to argue but Siyeon didn't let you say anything. She kissed you and rushed outside saying something about seeing the girls today since your date was tomorrow.

It took you a solid minute to understand what just happened and another one to realise that tomorrow was indeed already friday. You got back to what you had to do, the question of what was planning Siyeon still in a corner of your head.

You couldn't be too cautious when it comes to her surprises.

Surprisingly, Siyeon did came home that night and didn't seem that intoxicated. Which was odd knowing the girls drinking habits, you were almost doubting that they truly met up.

Yet you were fine with sleeping in your girlfriend's arms for a bonus night this week.

You woke up to repetitive kisses on your cheek, given by no other than your favourite singer.

"Are you ready for today baby ?"

You mumbled some type of answer similar to a growl. Yet Siyeon understood and let you stay in bed a few more minutes before coming back fully dressed.

"Come on sweety, time to wake up, your date is waiting for you and it's kind of rude to let me wait."

Eventually you got ready and followed Siyeon to the parking lot where she opened the car door for you before settling in the driver seat.

"So where are we going ?"

"Nice try but still not gonna tell you, now look there's a puppy outside."

As you turned to look through the window, your girlfriend was fast enough to blindfold you hastily.

"What the hell Lee Siyeon ?! Couldn't you warn me that's fucking scary !?"

"Sorry baby.."

You could hear she didn't mean it, she was enjoying this way too much.

"I swear if that's one of your sex game again I'm out."

"That was one time ! Come on you can't deny it was fun."

You indeed couldn't say it wasn't fun but you weren't about to admit it one bit so you stay silent. Not mad enough to decline your girlfriend's hand that was on your thigh which you took in yours, because well, you love her nevertheless as crazy as she is.

The ride wasn't that long, Siyeon's car coming to a stop not even fifteen minutes later.

Not letting you see where you were quite yet, Siyeon guided you out of the car and into the parking lot. There were a lot of noises, the screams being the most terrific of them all when not able to see that they were only caused by the roller coaster loop.

You gripped on your girlfriend's arm for support and for being sure that she wasn't letting you here alone.

Luckily Siyeon decided to get you out of the blindfold only to reveal the entrance of the fair, where the only thing that was really scary was the possibility of puking on a ride.

"Do you like it or should I go back to sex games ?"

"No that's perfect, regular fair games are perfect."

A simple peck on her lips and you were ready to go right to the shooting set. You ran off to the booth, a rifle already in hand, ready to win against your girlfriend, if she'd let you.

Of course you weren't as good as she was, years of playing various type of arcade games with Dami did give your girlfriend great skills.

"At least if you win, win me the Teddy so I can have a consolation price."

"I'm doing my best baby but this balloon are cheating I swear."

Siyeon only had one bullet left and two balloons to pop. She was mad concentrated, she wanted this date to be the best possible for you and it includes getting you gifts.

Seeing she was that anxious made you want to tease her a little. So you took your worst baby voice that some people find cute.

"Come on Siyeon Oppa, I want the plushie."

The bullet hit right through the two balloons when Siyeon pulled the trigger by accident, making you squeal.

"Yes! Thanks baby ! Let's go to the roller coaster!"

You got the blue wolf plushie and ran off to the next booth, letting Siyeon smile lovingly at your joyful excitement, almost forgetting that she had to follow.

Damn does she loves it when you're happy..

Hey, thanks for taking this prompt. Hope you like the result, give feedback 😁 My butt posted it too soon lmao guess it was a preview for those who saw it 😂 Happy pride month to all of you 🌈-Ael

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Instinct

Star: Kim Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Idea: No

A person who liked to hide in the shadows, secrets being buried in the depths. You carried it over from generation to generation but meeting new people, would you still continue to stay in the dark? To lie your way out of the questions that popped up, even if someone gets hurt

Warning/s: mention of blood

You left your apartment wearing your jacket as you went down the elevator before stepping outside into the blazing sun, you walked down the street at the bus stop, waiting for your bus to arrive while you observed your surroundings.

You lived in a fair neighborhood, not much happening. It was a peaceful place, trees lining the streets, it was bright, colorful, and the locals were all in their late adult years so you had no issue with people constantly annoying you all the time.

You went to a good school, funded by your parents of course, who lived just a few cities away. They often visited you too during their off times while you would often go when you had free time but generally you could always go there if you wanted to. In school you got good grades, not the best of the best but it was high enough for you to pass.

Your friends were nice, as you made sure to stay away from the cliche cliques that would be a part of high school, which resulted in a lot of people concluding that you had a good life.

However, not everything is always perfect as it seems.

When you got to school you walked into your class sitting at your usual spot as you turned to your friend who was busy writing her notes, “Isn’t it a bit too early for this?” you asked the blue haired girl, who finished writing the sentence before glancing at you with her eyebrows raised,

“Do you have any other way to pass the time?” she asked, a teasing grin growing on your lips as you spoke.

“How about talk to the brunette you’ve been pining on for weeks?” you suggested with a hint of teasing, as the girl in front of you lowered her head. Her cheeks coating with a sheen of pink before she whined and pushed you in annoyance, “I’m not pining for her,” she muttered to herself but you did easily hear her, a laugh escaping past your lips.

In the corner of your eye you took a glance at the girl at the back, seeing the brunette twist her pen in her hands while conversing with her friends.

Your friend looked at you as you reached for your flask, another laugh pouring from your mouth at the glare she was giving you before taking a sip, causing her to inquire, “Isn't it too early for that?” she said, giving your own question back to you, her eyes wide with surprise and concern while you merely waved a hand at her.

“I didn’t eat breakfast,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, taking one more sip before placing it back in your bag.

You made sure to wipe your lips as the bell rang, everyone inside the room standing to greet the teacher. She walked in front of four students walking behind her, following closely as the eldest woman stood a little to the side, letting them be the center of attention.

All the students in the class, including you, stared at the four in confusion, it’s been half the semester. Maybe they were exchange students? You thought as the woman smiled before speaking.

“Good morning class, I know it's a little later than normal, but the principal assigned us new students. As you might have heard on the news, there was an accident in Kingsville a few days ago that resulted in the loss of most of their facilities. Unfortunately most of it was deemed unrecoverable. But since our school is the closest it has encouraged many of their former students to continue their studies here, so let’s all listen to them, please introduce yourself, girls.”

They introduced themselves, the class seemed to love their enthusiasm, the bright smiles that they wore and the gratefulness in their tone made it all seem that they were new students introducing themselves on their first day, you listened and observed each one, first being Lee Siyeon who had white hair, sharp eyes, and a sharp jaw.

She spoke confidently and you didn’t know if it was you but she sort of resembles a wolf. The next was Kim Bora, black haired girl who had round eyes. She is the shortest out of the group but the energy she showed makes up for it.

Beside her was Lee Yubin, she had black hair that reached up to her back, her features were soft, her eyes were relaxed, and only gave a small smile as she bowed stepping back for the last one in the group, “Good morning everyone, my name is Kim Yoohyeon, please take care of me,”

Yoohyeon had silver hair, she had round eyes like Bora and when she smiled her eyes disappeared as they turned into crescents almost infecting said smile unto you, noticing as well that she was the tallest one in the group, contrasting to the girl a few feet from her. The group the seats around the room,

“Girls feel free to ask anyone for help, I know you’re a little late so don’t hesitate to ask if you need help,”

Once everyone was settled, the lecture started. The teacher paced it slowly, giving the girls an opportunity to catch on and understand, sometimes answering the question as best as they understood. Soon enough the period was over and you were already heading to the cafeteria for lunch,

Sitting down at your table your other companion was already there, smiling when she saw both of you approach, “Minji unnie,” you greeted her taking the seat beside the older girl and began to converse.

It was usually what you did during your lunch period, staying at your group as you talked about all the random things you could think about, sometimes relating to projects, certain teachers, and sometimes playing small games to pass the time. The three of you didn’t need to eat since you would do it sometime later anyway.

“Minji unnie, Dongie, are you free to come by to the apartment tonight? Mom and dad have been pestering me for weeks to have you two over,”

The two girls laughed but still agreeing, “I could imagine their faces,” Handong commented earning a groan of annoyance and an eye roll from you, though it was directed more jokingly,

“It’s like they’re not expecting me to be there when they come, the first thing I hear when they arrive is, ‘Handong and Minji, are they here?’ I feel replaced,” you complained, further increasing the chuckles coming from the two before a new voice joined in.

“Hi,” you take a glance to the side seeing Yoohyeon and Yubin, both holding a tray of food before the taller girl asked shyly, “Do you mind if we take a seat with you guys, the others are pretty cramped,” she asked, the three of you offering them a kind smile,

“Sure, nice to meet you, Yoohyeon and...Yubin isn’t it?” you asked the quiet girl who answered with a nod as they sat down, “Oh this is Minji unnie, she’s a friend of ours,” you introduced the eldest waving a hand to the two.

While Yoohyeon and Yubin started to eat, Minji started some small talk, just to relieve the awkwardness that was practically radiating off the two girls, only keeping their eyes focused on their food. You turned your head to busy yourself with something, catching a glance at a familiar white haired girl who pointed in your direction., “Do you know them?” turning to the two girls who looked up to see you gesturing to the white haired female who kept gazing at your particular direction.

“Oh, we do, Siyeon unnie!” Yoohyeon waved them over, the said girl talked with her companions seemingly whining based on the way her lips pouted and her eyebrows furrowed.

It took them a minute before three figures stood up, padding to your direction, a smile spread on your face when you noticed another familiar face approaching your table, “Hi,” the white haired introduced herself meeting all of your smiles.

“Siyeon right?” she nodded her head before all of your attention turned to the other two who came with her, you noticed the sharp inhale from your friend, side eyeing her with a small grin.

“This is my friend Bora and--”

“Gahyeon-ssi,” you finished for her, earning a nod from the brunette and the white haired, “She's my younger sister,” Siyeon explained, causing you, Minji, and Handong to look surprised. You were unaware that the brunette had any siblings, but in retrospect, you didn't speak with the quiet girl very frequently since she preferred to keep facts to herself.

You motioned for them to take a seat, observing how Handong's cheeks flushed when the brunette sat near her. You leaned back, a bright smile on your face, as you watched Handong becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

The discussion gradually developed over your time in the cafeteria, the uneasy air dispersing, as each one became a little comfortable with each other,

“Do you people not eat?” Yoohyeon inquired abruptly, observing how everyone else had their own trays while you three were conversing with them, “We like to skip lunch and have dinner later,” you answered, smiling again, before Minji continued the previous topic, essentially forcing them out of the topic.

The majority of the girls had become closer to your party by the end of the day, chatting often during breaks and exchanging laughs as you walked through the halls. “We'll see you tomorrow!” you grinned at their group as you and Handong waited for Minji to return.

“Would you two mind heading there first?” Minji inquired, typing on her phone before adding, "I have some stuff to complete, but I promise to make it before your parents arrive," you nodded and waved goodbye as you and Handong walked to the bus station for your bus.

Arriving at home Handong made herself at home, having been inside your apartment a multitude of times as you went to your room to get an extra pair for your friend to change in, when you entered the living room you threw your friend sweatpants and a hoodie getting your flask from your backpack and finishing the rest that it contained.

You licked your lips clean and hopped onto the couch taking Handong’s place as she entered your room to change.

After she left your room dressed more comfortably you turned on the TV, passing by the time and watching whatever was on while you waited for your guests.

--

You didn’t notice it but the show had been playing for a few hours, fully capturing both of your attention since you didn’t notice the sudden shift in the temperature, the mist that appeared in your hall, and you weren’t going to pay attention until you heard the footsteps in the hallway.

Turning your head, a smile appeared on your face when two figures emerged. Handong also turned her head, her own smile gracing her face, seeing the two older people walk in with grins.

“Auntie, uncle,” Handong greeted, but suddenly got pulled forward as your parents gave her a warm hug and while Handong was receiving a pat on the back, you stood there at the side a scowl replacing your smile as you took in the scene in front of you,

“Hello, excuse me!”

The three pulled apart seeing your expression, arms crossed against your chest while you pouted, “Oh, hi dear,” you scoffed hearing your mother’s greeting, the older woman rolled her eyes and moved to approach you but in the hallway mist appeared again as the sound of your other friend rang in your ears,

“Sorry I’m late!” Almost like magic, your mother’s attention moved to the purple haired girl.

“Minji!” Your jaws dropped as your parents rushed to hug the older girl, causing Handong to laugh beside you, “My parents don't really care for me,” you muttered, your voice reaching out to your parents as they pulled away and turned to you,

“Oh, don't be such a whine, could you get us some drinks please, we're parched,” shaking your head, you turned to go to the kitchen, not before turning with your hands folded to your parents.

“Is there anything else you’d like, sir, madam?”

“No, no, that'll do it,” the four of them grinned when they saw you grumble at the comeback. You took a package from your fridge, slit it open, and poured the liquid into the cups after getting the glasses out of the cupboards. As the red liquid splashed inside, you stood there watching. Staring at the liquid, you contemplated your life.

It might seem that your life was flawless, that you had everything you ever desired, that you were living the greatest life the universe had to give, but they were unaware of the secrets that had slipped inside, the curse that had shaped your life and that of your generation.

Your senses are heightened, your pulse is still, your skin is colder than stone, you have the strength of a thousand men, and you have a hunger for blood.

A devil who roamed the world, hiding among the humans and living in the darkness, or, as it is more often called in modern days, a vampire. It has been passed down from the family for thousands of years, all the way back to the time when the great Count ruled.

You were fortunate to have existed in a period where vampires were free to pursue their own lives, evolving to adapt to the environment we live in today rather than being the bloodsucking predators that everyone was terrified of.

Taking the glass to the living room you gave your parents their glasses, having them thank you as you joined in on their conversation.

--

For the following weeks of school, the eight of you have been almost inseparable, already forming your own group in the cafeteria actually calling them your friend you never thought that in the one hundred and sixteen years you’ve been living.

You, as well as Handong and Minji never thought that you would be attached to them since you tried to not get closer to them, not because you hated them but because you could put them in danger.

You were addicted to blood, though it’s been years since you’ve had some, only bringing around sheep’s blood in your bottles. It was the food that you would intake, either it be in the middle of class or during your sports activities, to keep you away from the urge and to give you strength when you needed it.

Because any vampire wouldn’t be able to eat human food unless they wanted to end themselves.

You never wanted to endanger people, it was the last thing that you would want, but it was already too late into the friendship when you realized that one of them was extremely clumsy.

It became apparent when the girl was hanging out more with you, where you would constantly be by her side to react when she would accidentally trip or slip on basically nothing but herself. You were deemed Yoohyeon’s bodyguard by the girls and you weren’t going to deny it.

Because every twenty minutes she seemed to need help and you would be around the corner to help. There are times where it came dangerously close, when Yoohyeon accidentally tripped on the stairs, hitting her knees where she got cut.

Unfortunately for you, the scent of blood was too strong, you could feel your fangs coming out, breathing heavily but thankfully Handong already had her breakfast. She reacted quickly and grabbed your hand, speeding past everybody in the hallway and locked both of you in the janitor’s closet.

Quickly taking your bottle she opened it, waving the scent in your direction as the glowing red eyes faced her. With your instincts taking over you snatched the bottle taking what you needed as you slowly calmed down.

When the glow in your eyes disappeared and your breathing became relaxed you got back into your senses and shook your head, wiping the blood off your lips as you glanced at your friend.

“T-thank you,”

When you got back into the hallway you could see in the end that Yoohyeon was being helped by Minji, the other girls looking at the puppy who only smiled and laughed at her accident.

The older girl sensed you and glanced in your direction, seeing the worried look on your face before she nodded with an assuring smile.

After that day you made sure to always take your food before leaving your apartment, either on the bus or before you entered the school, not wanting to put yourself into that situation again.

“Y/n!” The weight on your back made you move slightly forwards, your hands automatically going behind you to support whoever it was on your back.

Turning your head you’re met with a familiar ball of silver hair, a smile forming on your lips as you carried the girl with you while you walked toward the school, “Isn’t it too early for this Yooh,” you inquired, yet still holding the girl all the way to your class.

“Aren’t you getting tired?” she asked you after a minute and you shook your head, even teasing her as you walked with a slight skip in your steps. Resting her head on your shoulder Yoohyeon looked at you, observing your side profile as you walked.

It’s only been a month since Yoohyeon met you and she didn’t realize it but even just a few weeks of being together you were already so close to her heart than anyone else that she’s known. It might be just simple puppy love because you’ve been super nice to them since the beginning, but she was definitely falling fast.

Closing her eyes, Yoohyeon snuggled her head into the crook of your neck, releasing a sigh when she felt you move your head to let her nuzzle further.

You stifled a laugh, stopping abruptly and letting her down, as the puppy became confused.

“Why did you let me down?” she asked with a pout, making you furrow your brows at the strange feeling you had in your stomach until you replaced it with a smile, “I was getting tired,” You took a couple of steps back, an evil smile creeping over your lips, before adding,

"And you're growing heavier." You watched her mouth drop before turning and running, hearing Yoohyeon call your name, loud steps trailing behind you. Your laugh echoed through the corridors, stopping a little to enable the tall girl to pursue you.

When you ran into your class, the girls looked at you strangely as they saw you pant and look at the door with a grin on your lips. When the taller girl didn't follow, the grin transformed into a pout, but when you walked to the entrance, you peered around and a slight smile appeared on your face as you noticed Yoohyeon seated on the floor.

Yoohyeon dusted her knees before a hand was extended to her, she glanced up and met your gentle eyes, you both paused for a moment until she matched your smile and took your hand in hers. What she did next, though, shocked not only you but also your friends who peered through the frame.

Yoohyeon let herself be swept up by the momentum, enabling herself to get near enough to plant a kiss on your cheek.

“Thanks,” she said as she walked to the classroom, leaving you standing idly, frozen. You put your hand to your cheek, the burning feeling she left on your skin felt like the sun, but it was a pleasant burn.

Since you actually felt warmer, for the first time in years.

--

Having this kind of friendship with Yoohyeon was a great deal of fun and Yoohyeon added a whole different element to your life by enabling you to enjoy the benefits of making new friends and the unexpected hangouts that all of you would have. But you knew that one day, a few moments might go wrong, and everything you have will disappear in an instant.

Which was precisely what occurred the very next day.

You dressed up then went to the kitchen to get your flask, though when you checked the fridge you didn't see your bottle, you were puzzled. Looking around, you saw it on your counter and picked it up, just to discover it was empty.

At first, you didn't care and simply opened the other part of your fridge to grab some more. However, you swore under your breath when you opened it but saw nothing.

You had forgotten that you were supposed to get some yesterday, you stood there for a while and after some consideration, you decided to ask Handong instead. Making the mistake of leaving your apartment, thinking you'd get some food from the other girl.

As you got to school, you were agitated, every move you took was worrying, causing you to look around, everything seemed to be moving faster. You inhaled sharply when you reached your room and saw that Handong wasn't around, so you rushed outside to find Minji's room, but your luck seemed to be against you when the tall puppy met your gaze,

“Y/n!” You forced a smile at the younger girl, darting your gaze around the hall in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Handong.

But, as your friend was nowhere to be found, Yoohyeon pulled you back into the room as you tried to remain calm, doing breathing exercises in your head to calm your nerves, hoping that Handong would soon walk through the door.

When your friend finally arrived, the bell had already rung, and you stood by the side, fists clenched and twitching uncontrollably, as everyone is ready to welcome the teacher.

You couldn't talk with your friend because you weren't sure whether you could contain the growl in your voice, but you made it until lunchtime when your burden eased a little when you stood up to talk to your friend.

Handong looked at you when she noticed you fidgeting a lot, glancing at your form, her eyes filled with worry when she saw how uncomfortable you looked, your arms were shaking and your eye was twitching, “What's wrong?” she questioned, holding you by the shoulders to calm you down,

“Food,” she heard the slight rasp in your voice, her worry growing as she glanced at her bottle, knowing she already used it this morning.

The Chinese woman grabbed your wrist and rushed out of the room, heading for Minji's class, where you caught the purple haired girl as she exited the room, "Unnie!"

When Minji turned her head in the direction of her call, she saw Handong bringing you along with her, and she became concerned when she didn't see the familiar smile on your features.

“What's wrong with Y/n?” she inquired, noting how your hands seemed to shake and your eyes remained closed as you inhaled deeply. You didn't open because you didn't want your eyes to show red, so you waited for one of them to pull you instead.

As a result, when you feel an arm around your wrist, you let it pull you away. More of the weight dissipates when you hear less and less voices around you.

However, you felt dread in your being when you heard a different voice, “Y/n?” When Yoohyeon stood in front of you with a smile, your eyes popped open and your whole body froze. Why was she here? How did she bring you here? What happened to Handong and Minji?

Your senses were sensitive as you felt all the controls wither away, and the fears in your mind began to build along with your breathing. Yoohyeon began to speak about something but you couldn't hear her.

You felt your self control break as all the restraints faded away. Yoohyeon realized you'd been silent for a while before becoming concerned when your body began to shake as you groaned to yourself while squeezing your fists.

“Y—”

“Run,”

She heard you mutter silently, but the noise was muted in her ears, puzzled by your remark still staying as she stood in silence.

“What are you saying, Y/n, do you need anything—”

“Run, Yoohyeon!” You screamed, but it was too late.

As Yoohyeon approached, a curtain of red engulfed your view. When you raised your head, Yoohyeon’s eyes grew big when she saw your eyes, changed into dark red, mouth open as your fangs started to grow. She stepped back, repeatedly calling out for your name but you were too deep into the hunger that you didn’t hear anything, slowly you approached Yoohyeon as she kept backing up until she hit the wall.

She can’t help but be afraid as she saw your form, cowering in the corner before feeling you grip her wrist. She tried to fight you off but you were too strong. It wasn’t a second later when she felt pain shoot up her arm, an ear piercing scream echoing in the sky.

Handong and Minji turned when they heard the scream, turning to each other and cursing when they didn’t see you. As quickly as they could they used their speed to go towards the sounds of the scream, jumping up to the roof where they froze when they saw you, biting Yoohyeon’s arm as the girl yelled in agonizing pain.

Minji responded instantly, grabbing your arm and hurling you against a nearby wall, Yoohyeon's eyes falling as she dozed off. You are still red-eyed, irritated that you'd been disrupted.

You rose to your feet before being struck by a sudden pain in the back of the head, your vision blurring as you collapsed, Handong standing behind you, her face expressionless.

--

When you opened your eyes, you groaned as you felt your head hurting. Sitting up you recognized the surroundings, the red walls, and the white ceiling, you were inside your room. But how?

The last thing that you remembered was going to school, hungry and tired before Handong pulled you away to Minji then--

Your eyes went wide as you stood, rushing outside your room and met Minji’s eyes down the hall. The older one saw you and opened her mouth to speak but she didn’t get the first word out when you bolted from your place, rushing past her, using your mist to get inside the room.

You clutched her cloth-wrapped wrist, immediately sensing the weight of the earth on your shoulders as you saw the younger girl lying on the bed. Walking to the side of the bed you held her wrist that was wrapped with some cloth, suddenly feeling the whole world on your chest as you watched the younger girl lay on the bed.

Your guilt is tearing at you, for the way she lay there helpless was completely your fault. Kneeling beside her, you nuzzled your face against her palm, gripping her hand against her cheek, a sliver of relief rising when you felt her pulse on your cheek.

Minji and Handong hurried in, their eyes softening as they took in the scene in front of them. Slowly walking and sitting alongside you, their palms on your back appeared to intensify the discomfort you were experiencing, making you feel even worse for what you did before you left the room a few minutes later.

Silently closing it as you padded to the living room. Your mind raced at a million miles per hour.

The idea that you had harmed someone close to you, hurt you so much that you feel as though you were dying. Because hurting someone you cared for was something you didn't want to do.

--

You stood in the living room with Minji and Handong for a moment, silent because they were unable to disturb the peace, but it didn't last long as a shrill scream echoed across the flat. You three used your abilities to accelerate.

As you arrived at the foot of the bed where Yoohyeon was tossing and twisting in bed a frown on her lips.

You moved to wake her up, but Minji resisted, shaking her head and approaching the younger girl instead.

When Minji woke her up, you were concerned about how the puppy might respond. Yoohyeon backed up against the bed and started weeping as she bolted up and met your eyes.

Listening to Yoohyeon wail and struggle, you closed your eyes, understanding that the pain you were feeling could never be compared to anything else. You searched for the right opportunity to look her in the eyes.

When you did, your eyes went bright red as you sifted through her memory, deleting the details you didn't want her to remember until she fell back against the bed, her breathing returning to normal. Before you took Minji's place beside the bed, you let out a deep sigh.

You stepped carefully to pick her up, adjusting her position in your arms to make her more comfortable before mist engulfed you, causing your two companions to stare at you sadly before you vanished.

After taking the image from Yoohyeon's head you got to her room and tucked her in, lay her flat on the bed. When you left with a heavy burden, you observed her for a few minutes more before kissing her on the forehead.

When you returned to your flat, you stepped outside of the room you were in and into your own room, looking at the floor because you didn't have the courage to glance at your friends. Knowing that your friends couldn't do much about the turmoil and frustration you were experiencing before you closed the door quietly.

For the next few days, you didn’t leave your room, only laying in your bed, shutting everybody out, and staying in your safe space.

Handong and Minji tried to get inside using their powers but you would only turn around to face the wall ignoring them until they left with a sigh, leaving the food they prepared for you.

It was so bad that your parents even came by to talk to you but like your friends they didn’t get a response either.

Meanwhile, the rest of the girls grew confused at your absence. The following days were spent without you making them seem dull, especially one particular girl who grew sadder each day that she didn’t get to see you.

After you took her memories away, Yoohyeon only remembered the prior events before that, so she believed Handong when she explained that you were sick.

Bringing up the day where you came to school rather quiet and tired. But it’s already been a week and you weren’t healthy yet?

--

The knock on your door didn’t affect you in the slightest, waiting until you saw the glint of the mist in the corner of your eye before closing your eyes. Your mother sighed as she walked toward you on the bed, taking a seat beside you she sifted her hands through your hair until it rested on your back,

“Y/n, it’s been a week, don’t you think it’s time to go outside?” she questioned, not earning a response so she sighed instead, knowing you were listening but you still pretended not to.

“It's not your fault Y/n, what happened was something you couldn't control,” she said with a puff of her breath.

" Every single one of us has done something similar before, some worse than others, it's a normal impulse, dear. Nobody could have prevented it, what matters today is what we do now, why worry about the past if you're no longer living there. You, not the past or the future, decide the present, so please don't hold yourself responsible for something you can't control.”

Before leaving, your mother gave you one more look as the temperature began to drop. You are left in silence to reflect on her words. Sitting up against the bed, you intertwined your fingers together as you pondered the situation, your gaze fixed on your wardrobe, a small flicker surging through your eyes.

--

Observing them from across the road, you saw how they interacted as they walked to the entrance, laughing and conversing.

After a week of silence, you wanted to go outside your space to see how your friends were. As a result, you're perched on a tree branch across the street, seeing what's going on.

When you noticed Yoohyeon's warm smiles, you smiled for the first time in days, capturing a little of their talk through your hearing, "I told you I might try but I didn't guarantee I would succeed,"

As you listened intently until they began their own discussions, a chuckle escaped your mouth, but your eyes and ears were only attracted to one girl as she spoke.

The softness of her voice reignited the strange sensation in your stomach, and when you started to listen, the excitement on your face quickly changed to fear as you heard something down the street.

People shouting could be heard until an engine roared from over the road, the vehicle speeding down the hill. Looking back at the girls, you were grateful that Minji and Handong had been able to notice and drag them back, interrupting their fun and unknowingly leaving one person behind as they continued to chuckle.

The truck was moving closer and closer, Minji and Handong had only just noticed that one girl was absent before turning around and yelling for her.

When Yoohyeon saw the truck, she opened her eyes and her face changed from joy to surprise. Everything moved slowly as you dashed from your hiding spot, appearing in front of Yoohyeon with your mist and covering her with your body.

Closing your eyes and seeing yourself in a different location than the one you're in right now.

Which happened to be your bedroom when you landed on the floor, rolling while cradling and covering Yoohyeon's head before crashing into the side of your bed with a groan.

You stepped back to take a brief glance at the woman, who had shock etched all over her face, darting her eyes all over the room before they found yours.

You immediately gathered her up and sat her on your bed, checking to see if she was all right before turning and disappearing in front of her.

The girls glanced at the truck, eyes streaming with tears as they called for their friend.

When you emerged in front of the girls they were shocked at your presence, and had their own confused expressions on their faces when you held each of their hands and looked at your friends, who were also stunned at your arrival, you gestured your gaze towards the school where a few students were watching before both of them understood.

They turned around, their eyes reddening, and mist engulfed the four of you as you returned to your bedroom, where Yoohyeon seemed startled as you arrived, but they didn't bother to question as they huddled together.

They wrapped their arms around each other and checked to make sure no one was hurt. You stood by the corner and let them have their moment before Minji and Handong arrived in the same manner as you, surprising the girls and making them look at you three with wide eyes.

“We'll explain, please listen to us,” you said when they were about to ask questions. Taking a deep breath, you began describing what they needed to know.

You could erase their memories, but it might just add to the problem, having to keep hiding and avoiding the one event that was bound to happen sooner or later wouldn't help the situation.

Then you told them slowly, describing who you were and where you came from as you paused for a couple breaths to let it settle in. They glanced at the three of you at the conclusion of your explanation, "Y-you won't harm us?"

“We never have and we never would do it on purpose,” Minji replied to Gahyeon, for you, relieved that they didn't scream, yell, or do something unnecessary.

“Could you please give us a moment?” you whispered, your gaze fixed on the puppy, who gave no hint of how she was feeling when she looked at you.

Handong and Minji motioned the three to the entrance, but they were afraid to leave Yoohyeon with you at first, however, after assuring her that she would be fine, you were left alone in the room with the silent puppy.

You knelt down, lowering your head as you took a few steps closer to the girl, halting and offering her the room she needed.

“Is it really true?” You nodded while the other girl didn't believe everything she’s seen, almost wanting to see everything as a huge joke that you were planning but when you suddenly raised your head and met your bright red eyes Yoohyeon gasped when you returned the memories that you had previously removed.

You closed your eyes, a tear running down your cheek as you braced yourself for what was about to happen.

Yoohyeon looked at your form, her jaw clenched as she struggled not to cry, her gaze moving to her own wrist as if she were about to experience the agony again.

She didn't know what to do after hearing anything and getting her memory back, and she couldn't ignore the terror she felt as she recalled your blood red eyes and the sharp fangs you showed her.

“I didn't want to harm you, I was starving, and you were the nearest source. I promise I didn't mean to do that, and I'd do anything to take that away from you, to make you forget about it, but it wouldn't make me the ideal role model. I'd like to show you the true me, the one that doesn't have something to hide. I didn't want our friendship to be like that, where one party hides in the dark for the other to not see,” you said, fearful.

“Was this why you didn't go to school?” she asked in a whisper, reaching your ears, you nodded before Yoohyeon remained silent for a moment until she had the nerve to slowly approach you.

She came up to your form, sitting in front of you and cupping your cheeks, a move that caught you off guard.

Yoohyeon brushed your tears away with the pads of her fingertips, eventually realizing that you had an explanation for every question she posed about the three of you. She noticed how your face matched hers, and the fear and sadness in your eyes caused her to ache

She suddenly pulled you closer and closed the space between you after hearing you mutter silent apologies several times. You didn't know how to explain the way your lips molded together and the sweetness of it when you first kissed them.

It made you feel energetic like you were drinking, which gave you the strength to curl your arms around her waist and unconsciously draw the girl closer.

“I don't care what you did, Y/n, you said it yourself, it was unavoidable,” the girl said a few minutes later, holding her hand on your face and taking deep breaths. You didn't want to harm me, and I hope you still don't,” she said, getting a few nods in return

“Then as long as you don't want to purposefully harm me, I have no issues with who you are, you're always the Y/n we know. It's just bringing a little bit of intrigue and curiosity now that you've told us, the past is the past,”

A tiny grin appeared on your face as you remembered your mother's words, pulling the taller girl into a hug.

As you tucked your head in the crook of her neck, you relished being inside her embrace, and the sudden warm sensation that you never thought you'd experience again returned, spreading across your skin.

Though you're sure there are a number of things that will complicate going down this road you choose, you were sure both of you will figure it out, and for now, Yoohyeon embracing you was enough to relieve your worries and push them aside.

“Together, we'll work this out.”

[sevlgi]

the florist

requested: no

group: dreamcatcher

pairing: jiu x fem!reader

genre: angst, questionable fluff

contents: hanahaki!au, florist!jiu

warnings: death

synopsis: When you find a beautiful death sentence clustered in your lungs, you can only visit the legendary florist. But is JiU herself as strong as she seems?

a/n: hiatus who? we don’t know her 🤡 i was actually gonna post this when it struck 12 on december 1st for me, but tumblr’s telling me it’s already december, so here we go!

word count: 3.3k

In all the years that the Hanahaki Disease had existed, there had never been a cure. And on the day that you coughed up the first blood-stained carnation, it became certain that you weren’t about to be the one to break the record.

You considered yourself to be decently cautious about the disease. After all, since you were a child, the only love lesson that you had ever been taught was to never, ever, be the first one in love. Your mother drilled that lesson, telling you that love was a poisonous thing to be avoided at all costs until you believed her.

 And yet, you were stupid enough to allow her to wreck you, to allow yourself to become consumed by her.

It was unexpected, to say the least. Lee Siyeon had been a close friend for years, the two of you meeting during college, and she had been in love with someone else since then. You knew Bora well too, actually, and had always rooted for the two to get together.

Had it been anyone else, you would’ve still held the hope that your love could be returned, but Siyeon despised you with all the might of her soul ever since she had found out about the yellow petals floating in the toilet bowl at midnight. Had it been anyone else, you wouldn’t have faced the sheer mortification of begging Gahyeon for the address of the person who saved her.

“Y/N...” she had hesitated when you asked her. Siyeon’s younger sister was the only person that you knew of who had survived the disease without getting the dreaded surgery, but she was incredibly touchy about the subject. Indeed, you didn’t even know who she had fallen in love with so many years ago. 

“Please, Gahyeon,” you begged, chasing to maintain eye contact with her. “I can’t die like this. You-- you won’t let me, will you? Not when it’s your sister.”

You didn’t want to guilt-trip her like you did, but it worked. Gahyeon texted you an address and a name, the ping noise of the notification sounding more like your saving grace than anything. “You can’t tell anyone else once you’re healed,” she warned. “She’ll know who you are as soon as you say my name.”

To outside eyes, the Love Blossom looked like a normal flower shop. The narrow storefront, sandwiched between a coffee shop and a bookstore, was painted a faint pink and chipped with green on some edges. There were flowers stuffed everywhere you could see-- exploding baskets on the windowsills, colorful wreaths hung everywhere, even a huge L and B made of blooms on the window. 

Even when you pushed the door open, it gave no indication of being anything other than a flower shop. The scent of flowers was heavy, some rock song playing from the peppy pink speakers dangling from the ceilings. “Hello?” you called out, hands tightening on the strap of the bag slung over your shoulder. “H-”

Suddenly, you coughed out again and held your sleeve up to prevent any flower petals from fluttering out; the constant itch in your throat only served to make you more anxious to find the florist that Gahyeon had referred you to. “Is anyone there?”

“Hi!” You yelped and jumped back when an invisible door just next to you randomly opened, the shelf concealing it nearly colliding with your face. “Oh, I’m sorry! Were you looking for me?”

The girl who opened the door looked like the literal manifestation of sunshine; her smile took up half her face, the brown of her half-moon eyes seemingly lit from within. She balanced a flowerpot on her hip as she bowed to you in apology, long hair almost sweeping the floor. “Are- are you JiU?”

“Yep!” She moved to set the pot down, cocking her head slightly to take you in. “How can I help you today?”

“I... I’m a friend of Gahyeon,” you explained, watching as the smile on her face lessened slightly in understanding. You fished out the plastic bag from your purse, the almost-dry crimson inside overpowering the yellow petals. “Can you help me?”

The brunette accepted the bag, flashing you another bright smile as she opened the secret door again. “Well, let’s take a look. Follow me, please, and call me Minji.”

The narrow doorway led to what seemed to be her living quarters, or maybe an apothecary; the walls were almost completely covered by the forest-green painted shelves lining them, mismatched books and trinkets filling the spaces. Incredibly detailed drawings were tacked everywhere, a ladder folded behind the hidden door, presumably to access the blank walls up near the ceiling. A loft area was most likely where she slept, though she led you to a large and cluttered desk to examine the flowers you had given her.

“Yellow carnations. These symbol rejection and disdain, you know.”

You winced at the girl’s bluntness, though it wasn’t meant as a jab, still staring at the multitudes of drawings tacked everywhere. “Yeah, I know. Gahyeon told me.”

She smiled at the mention of the younger girl, setting the bag with your blood down to fiddle with a notebook. “I taught her well, then.”

“Taught her?” You watched her shift jars of petals around on the shelves, scribbling something down on a sheet of ironically pink and cutesy paper. “I thought you healed her.”

“Well, the Hanahaki disease doesn’t heal easily,” Minji responded, gesturing for you to follow her into a tiny kitchen area. “It took months, actually, and she spent almost every day in here. She might as well have become an apprentice, with how much I taught her.”

“Months?” Fear rose up in you at that, apparently not affecting the other girl as she hummed. You’d been in one of the later stages for a good couple of months now, though you couldn’t tell which one without visiting a doctor. “Minji, I don’t have months.”

She raised an eyebrow at you, tying the strings of her apron behind her. “Well, are you willing to get the surgery? Spend thousands of dollars and go through such a rigorous process, and then be left with a cold heart and unhealable scars?” At your silence, she chuckled, tying her hair up in a plait. “That’s what I thought.”

You sat on the stool at her kitchen table, watching Minji busy herself at what looked like a stovetop, albeit littered with glass bottles and half-hearted bouquets. “What makes you certain that this’ll work, then? How’d you even learn to help people like me?”

Minji bit down on her lower lip, the dark red color remarkably not transferring onto her pearly teeth. “Well. My mother died from the disease, so I was originally going to study it in school. But I had to help Gahyeon somehow. When she fell in love with someone who’d never love her back... I couldn’t just watch her die.”

Smiling slightly, you watched her scatter the same petals as you had coughed up into a pot, freshly plucked from stems that she threw onto the counter next to her. “What about you? What’s the story behind “rejection and disdain”?” she asked suddenly, smiling prettily. Something about her was a bit ethereal in the kitchen’s LED lighting, though maybe it was the fact that she was literally saving people that doctors couldn’t.

“Ah. I fell in love with Siyeon,” you answered, placing your hand into your chin as you watched her work. “She loves someone else, and I got between them. It’s not her fault.”

Frowning, Minji uncapped a jar that smelled strongly of rose, practically upending it in her pot. “Gahyeon’s sister? Does she know that you’re going to die because of her? I’ve met her before, and I didn’t think she’d be so cruel. ”

You nodded silently at that. The whole reason you were in such a predicament was that you loved Siyeon and she hated you; there was no way you were going to ask her to turn her entire heart on its head just to save you. It was unlikely that she’d want to do so at all, anyway. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” the brunette sighed sympathetically. “Love really hurts sometimes.”

“Yeah,” you smiled drily. “It’s just all too literal for me.”

“Hey, Minji!”

The girl turned from her flowers to wave excitedly at you, her smile painted bubblegum pink this time to match the faded apron she wore. She held trimmers in her hands, clumsy with the thick gloves she wore. “Y/N! Good to see you again, come in?”

“Yeah.” You smiled just seeing the interior of the shop, as decked-out as it had been in your first visit. Instead of the purple theme last week, Minji seemed to have gone with yellows, the peonies and roses tainting the cold air. The apartment, however, looked the same, almost comforting in its maximalism. “I’m done with the vials,” you mentioned, taking the freshly-washed glass bottles out of your bag along with a fresh bag of bloody flowers. 

“Did they help?” Minji asked, accepting both with a quiet “thank you”. “Gahyeonie always told me that they taste terrible, but sugar cancels out all the good properties.”

“They aren’t that bad,” you lied, sitting down at the same spot in the kitchen and opening your bag. At her questioning look, you explained, “Oh, I thought I’d bring my laptop this time and keep you company. You said you were bored last time...”

Part of you wished she would turn you away, just so that you wouldn’t become attacked to someone who’d eventually leave you behind too. But she smiled, turning on her stove and hefting the same ceramic pot on as she did the last time. “That’s perfect, Y/N. When you’re done, you can come help package some bouquets for a break, okay?”

You nodded, sighing in content at the smell of flower petals boiling once again in the shop. “Okay. Thanks, Minji.”

“No need to thank me,” she replied, turning back to the ingredients that she fiddled with. “No need to thank me at all. How’s Siyeon?”

Shrugging, you swept some papers off the table to place your laptop down. “I don’t really know. She doesn’t talk to me. I only have contact with her through Gahyeon now, but it’s not really like I want to talk to the person killing me.”

“I wish you wouldn’t say “killing”,” Minji pouted, teasing you with a long flower stem. “It makes me think that you don’t believe you’ll live.”

“No, I trust you, I--” You stopped in your tracks when you realized that the other girl was joking, rolling your eyes before turning back to your computer. “Real funny, Minji.”

She giggled, placing a mug of coffee on the table beside you. “I like to think I am. You can call me Minji, by the way. Only customers call me Minji.”

Instead of responding, you sipped at your coffee, falling into a comfortable silence once the florist turned back to her stove. With the cool fall sunlight streaming in through the window and the heavenly aroma inside the kitchen, you suddenly thought that you could get used to a scene like this. More than that-- you liked it.

A good 4 weeks passed without incident. Your weekly visits were always filled with musical laughter and pretty grins whirling by in an instant. Minji only looked more beautiful each time, the pain in your chest somehow lessening each time you saw her wave to you with all the enthusiasm that Siyeon lacked. Part of you wondered whether the bitter concoctions that Minji had you drink were the thing at work at all, but you continued to take them, and you continued to improve.

Of course, everything good had to come to an end.

“Y/N,” Minji gasped as she kneeled next to you, hands hovering over your body as you hacked again, red dribbling from your lips to the floor. Your fingers curled weakly around your phone, tears escaping your eyes with how hard you squeezed them shut. “Gahyeon called me, what happened to you?”

With the clusters of carnations fluttering in your lungs with every breath you took, you weren’t able to respond. The other girl seemed to realize that, digging through her bag for something. Before she could take anything out, though, you wheezed for air again, throat swollen to the point of suffocation.

She acted quick, turning you onto your side to let full blossoms slip from between your lips. The yellow blooms were dauntingly bright against the dark wood, almost a serene picture if not for the violent crimson staining the petals. Tipping a vial of golden orange into your mouth, Minji ordered, “Swallow. Come on, you can do it.”

As soon as the poppy syrup was gone, your eyes fluttered shut and you slumped against your arm, breathing rattled but steady. Sighing, the brunette wiped a remaining petal from your lips, sliding her hands below your knees and your neck to pick you up. “You’re going to be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

When the sun began shining unbridled through the cracked curtains of your bedroom, you woke from the longest sleep since you started choking at night. Someone had taken the liberty of folding the clothes scattered across your chair, as well as placing your fully charged phone, a purple-colored glass of liquid, and a note by your side. 

Y/N,

I have to go back to the shop, but Gahyeon or I’ll stop by later today to bring you some more medicine. Next time, call me first!

xx,

Kim Minji

There was a ridiculous smile on your lips just holding a pink piece of paper imprinted with the girl’s kiss in lipstick, as well as a remarkable lack of flowers in your lungs. Indeed, you couldn’t taste copper coating your tongue, or feel petals stuck to the back of your throat, and it felt even better than you had remembered. 

When you checked your phone, you realized that a certain contact was missing, A phone number that you had long since given up on contacting. There was a gap in your carefully curated picture gallery, Siyeon’s pictures with you taken off your wall, too. In their places were various pictures of Minji and Gahyeon, sometimes together and sometimes apart. In one of the selfies, you noted with a grin that someone had scribbled a Sharpie mustache over Minji’s face.

Since when had the florist replaced her in your life, and since when were you absolutely okay with that?

Minji smiled as soon as she noticed that the door to the Love Blossom was already open, the lights on inside the shop and some sweet smell wafting out. You hadn’t talked about the time she saved you in your apartment, but ever since then, the florist had noted that you were opening up more. You were happier, more willing to crack jokes and visit her on your own accord. “Y/N, is that you?”

“Morning, Minji!” you answered, spinning out of the apartment with a grin. The apron that Minji usually wore to make her syrups was tied around your waist, the faint pink of it white with flour. You held the door open for her and moved to take her jacket off for her, a gorgeous smile on your face as you did. “I let myself in early to make you some bread, I hope you don’t mind!”

“I never mind bread,” the brunette laughed, her heart already warm when she inhaled honeyed air. “Today isn’t a checkup day, though? You stopped by 3 days ago, did you run out of syrup or something?”

You pouted, in a remarkably good mood as you twirled around the kitchen. The counter was finally free of flowers and glass vials, replaced instead by a huge bag of flour and trays of golden-brown pastries. Minji didn’t remember having those supplies, but she wouldn’t put it past you to restock her kitchen just for fun while she visited her friends. “What, I can’t come and see my friends? I’m off work today, so I thought I could bake for you and learn about your bouquet orders.”

Sighing in false exasperation, Minji patted you on the head and tied her hair up to start working, flipping the sign on the door to read “OPEN”. “Of course you can come and see me whenever you want, it’s just rare that you come by like this.”

“I guess we’ll have to change that then,” you shrugged, plopping three pastries on a plate for the other girl. The kitchen looked like a completely different place without the usual bloody petals scattered all over the place, and to be honest, Minji loved the change. For once, she wasn’t in charge of saving your life-- she was just a florist, and she was just your friend. 

There was no way she could keep the smile off her face, not when you sang exaggeratedly into a filling spoon, and not when you baked all the things she mentioned that she liked.

Something felt tight in her chest when she inhaled air perfumed by butter and roses, but Minji could only smile. For you.

The next time you baked for her was bittersweet. Once again, you were already in the apartment when Minji came back from her morning visit.

“I’m healed,” you sobbed as you catapulted into her arms, a slight poof of flour exploding when your chest met hers. Minji stood still in shock, hands resting softly on the small of your back as you cried, “Minji, I’m healed. You saved me.”

“For real?” she whispered, pulling back to cup your face in your hands. You nodded tearily, makeup-tinted tears mixing with flour as the other girl hugged you again, something clogging up her throat as she tried to breathe. “I... I’m so happy for you.”

You grinned despite your tears as you brought a cake out of the fridge, the pretty lavenders and blues of the frosting somehow reminding Minji of a goodbye. She turned out to be right. “They’re forget-me-nots,” you explained when you gestured to the pretty piped flowers on the cake. “Um, so you don’t forget me.”

“I could never forget you,” Minji blurted, feeling a sting at her own nose. “Come back sometime, okay, Y/N? You don’t forget me either, got it?”

“I won’t.” Despite all the sincerity in your gaze, your promise was hollow to the florist’s ears. You were already tugging on your jacket again, leaving her standing in the middle of an all-too-clean kitchen with a beautiful cake in her hands. “I’m sorry, Minji, I have to get back to work. But I’ll be back soon,” you smiled, watching her carefully for a reaction.

Minji nodded, knees almost trembling as she watched you turn back to wave one last time. “Okay.”

As soon as the glass door slammed again, she rushed to place the cake down, tucking her face into the crook of her elbow as she was hit with yet another uncontrollable fit of coughing. She crouched, free hand gripping tight on the legs of the table near her to steady herself as flower petals dotted with red fluttered softly onto the ground.

“Mallow,” she recognized as she scrambled to pick up the purple-veined blooms, vomiting out yet another. “Mallow...”

Scooting back so that her back could hit the kitchen cabinets, Minji watched the candles atop the cake burn out, blood dripping from her lips onto the pale fabric of her sweater. She didn’t care, though, as she stopped a shallow breath from escaping, finally remembering the meanings of the flowers in her shaking hands.

“Consumed by love.”

[flooffybits]

The Baddie Is A Softie

Idol: Dreamcatcher

Anon: hiii can i request a 8th member dreamcatcher scenario? so the reader is known to be usually calm and always has one of those intimidating resting faces but when she encounters babies/kids in a fanmeet (idk if that rlly happens) she gets all smiley and caring (in a older sibling type of way if that makes sense?) and both dc and the fans just coo at the rare sight. reader tries to play it off cool, hiding the fact that shes embarrassed while being teased. thank you n you can change anything btw :)

☕buy me a coffee☕ 

“One, two, three...” Minji checked around the room, making sure that each member was accounted for, only for her brows to pinch together when she failed to see two people. “Where are Sua and Y/n?”

“I’m right here!” Bora raised her hands, turning the chair she was on and laughing as she waved her hand to make her presence known. “Oh, okay.” The leader laughed at herself for not noticing her friend and then continued to look around until the maknae spoke up. “Y/n unnie went to the restroom.”

Right after she said so, you came walking back inside, a bored look on your face before you took the seat that was next to Yubin and the leader let out a sigh of relief when she saw that all members were present.

“Unnie was looking for you.” Yoohyeon informs you when you sit down and you look up in confusion to meet Minji’s eyes. “The event is about to start, so I had to be sure that everyone was here.” She quickly states as you nod your head then turn back to your phone while you waited for you all to be called.

Siyeon, and soon Yubin, were off to the side, filming for Dreamcatcher’s Note before Gahyeon was joining them. “Over there, you can see our lion is trying to sleep.” Siyeon said when Yubin turned the camera to face you, seeing your eyes beginning to close while your head slowly started leaning on Handong’s shoulder.

“Ah, if Y/n unnie wasn’t so scary all the time, she would be cute.” Yoohyeon complained to the camera, a pout on her face as she looked at you and Handong, watching as the Chinese member took note of your state.

She gently pulled you closer and rested your head on her shoulder while keeping one hand under your head. “Try to nap while we’re waiting.” She instructs you and you hum while nodding your head against her shoulder, falling asleep next to her while she leaned her head against yours and smiling before she continued to read the book she had on her lap.

“How does Handong unnie do it?” Gahyeon pouted when she watched from the side and Siyeon shrugs her shoulders. “They had more chances of bonding together since they’re both foreigners and born on the same year.” Yubin explains calmly before they momentarily said goodbye to the camera and turned it off.

While your members didn’t really have any problems with you, they had all admitted that you could be quite intimidating from afar. The stoic and expressionless face you wore most of the times made it difficult to approach you, and with your usually calm and quiet nature, conversations never usually lasted unless your members pushed for it or you actually got in the mood with talking.

You had your own ways of showing your members and fans your affections. Similar to Yubin, you had your moments where you would let your façade fall and act like a complete fool along with your members, which earned you the title of being Dreamcatcher’s most normal member.

“She babies you a lot though, what are you complaining for?” Yoohyeon asked the maknae with an incredulous look. “Yeah, but sometimes I don’t know if it’s really okay with unnie. I don’t want her to be annoyed with me.” She replied with a frown. “Ah, but you are annoying?” Siyeon asked teasingly, earning a pout from the maknae as Yubin and Yoohyeon burst into laughter.

“I’m just kidding. I’m sure Y/n isn’t annoyed with you.” Siyeon patted her arm reassuringly. “It’s understandable to worry around Y/n. She rarely expresses what she’s thinking so sometimes you end up wondering ‘should I do this’ or ‘is this okay’.”

“We all know she loves us though.” Yoohyeon said confidently. “That’s right.” Yubin agreed. “I can’t be too sure about Yoohyeon, but Y/n has told us that she loves us.” She added, making the Lee sisters laugh while Yoohyeon pouted. “Yah!”

When a few minutes finally pass and the staff had given them the okay, Minji looked to everyone before waving to get Handong’s attention. “Dongie-ah, please wake Y/n up. It’s time to go out.” The younger girl nodded her head before she put her book down and gave you a small nudge.

The movement was enough to wake you. Squinting, you look around before yawning and stretching your arms and legs. “Ah, how cute!” Bora’s loud voice rang in your ears as she watched you with a wide smile. “Y/n-ah, wakey wakey. InSomnias are waiting.” Siyeon tells you when Handong stands while grabbing your hand, aware that you would take too long to really get up if she didn’t.

“Does my make up look alright?” You ask and the redhead fixes your hair a bit back in place and then patted your cheeks. “Perfect.” You couldn’t help the light roll of your eyes at her antics but follow her out as Minji leads you all to the stage.

The cheering of the people there was much louder than you had expected it to be and the sound of shutters going off from fansites added to it, yet all was the same. You kept a straight face, even as you got to your place and did your introduction like always.

While talking with fans though, you would give them a small smile every time a new one came over to you. You were situated in the third to the last chair, followed by Minji and then Bora, who have decided to start messing around with each other before they decided to target you for their amusement.

While you were waiting for the next fan to sit in front of you and JiBo have both stopped pestering you, your boredom led you to just playing with the toys some people had given you before looking around and making eye contact with various of your fansites.

Deciding to give them something new, you gathered up the little hearts in front of you and then signaling for them to be ready, which they eagerly did so. With a devil’ horns headband on top of your head, you then threw the hearts up into the air before resting your elbows on the table, fingers laced together under your chin with the same intimidating stare you would give during performances.

Yoohyeon, who sat to your left, looked over with wide eyes as some of the hearts fell on her. “Yah! I’m right here!” She complained with an adorable angry puppy face whilst you leaned back against your chair and simply smirked at her, head cocked to the side. “Yoohyeonnie is upset.” You use the same teasing tone she always uses, causing her pout to surface before she started hitting your arm and shoulder.

When the fan finally moves from Yoohyeon to you, you offer them a smile before signing their album and accepting the letter they handed to you while Yoohyeon seemed to be overexcited this time when she conversed with the fan that was with her.

Shifting to the next person, you said goodbye to the previous one before your eyes fell on the little girl that was sitting before you. Your eyes widened and look at her to make sure you weren’t hallucinating from the lack of sleep, but she giggles at your reaction before waving her hand.

“Wow, hello! You’re so tiny.” You couldn’t help uttering out, making the girl giggle even more. You notice the paper bag she was carrying and it looked like it was nearly the half of her height. “Isn’t that heavy?” You ask curiously, but she shakes her head and lifts it up for you to see.

“Nope! I only have gifts for you, Jiu unnie, and Sua unnie so it isn’t very heavy.” She explains with a wide smile that seemed infectious because you end up grinning while leaning over the table to offer your hands, ones she happily takes.

Yoohyeon, who had been carefully watching the exchange, could not believe her eyes as she watched your icy persona melt away in front of such a small child. She looked scandalized when you even began such an easy conversation with the girl when you accepted the scrapbook handed to you.

“How old are you?” You had asked, arms laying on the table with your head down just so you could see her better. “Nine. My birthday is next week!” Hearing that had caused your smile to wide, more than it already was, and the way fans were reacting and calling your name had made your members looking over, minus the tallest one that sat beside you and was already witnessing this new display.

Your smile lasted on your face much longer than the other times you would interact with fans and they could actually see the affection and fondness radiating from you as you continued to speak with the girl.

“What’s this?” Bora asked out loud, something you were able to ignore with your attention solely on the person in front of you. “She’s not even listening!” Gahyeon said in disbelief as you continued to play around with the girl, laughing when she explained how her older sibling was the one who brought her there but were separated with the order of who met you first.

“Oppa, oppa, the camera!” You called out to your manager while Siyeon looked to the crowd and pointed at you, almost accusingly. “Yah! What did you give Y/n?” She demanded playfully while Handong held a hand to her mouth, laughing in disbelief as they all watched you hand the fan a picture.

Finally having to move to the next person, you reluctantly said goodbye, a visible pout on your features while you waved your hand. And since Minji was the next person she would be seeing, your leader did not hesitate when she beamed at her. “You broke our little cub’s curse of never smiling! Thank you!”

It didn’t help that she had said it, purposefully, into the microphone and you quickly snapped back into the straight face you usually wear, only to have Yubin come after you. “No, no, that’s not working. Everyone, you have that recorded, right?” At their confirmation, you had to cover your face with your hand and try to focus on the fan who was now in front of you, but even they were giggling at the sudden affection you had just shown all of them.

“You must really love kids.” They comment and you sheepishly rub the back of your neck before nodding. “I guess you could say that. I have a niece back home and my parents have told me that I spoil her too much.” You reply, acting as nonchalant as possible even as your members were making comments.

“Omo! It looks like our Y/n isn’t as scary as we thought.” Minji laughed when she signed the album for the little girl and then gave her a thumbs up. “Now, we know the secrets to this lion.” She says gleefully and you could see the shit eating smirk on Bora’s face, knowing that she was already thinking of ways on how to annoy you with this new found information.

You let out a deep breath before rubbing your face and then facing the fan that sat in front of you with a smile on their face. “If it’s any consolation, I think it’s really nice that you have this kind of side to you. A lot of people have been trying to say you were some sort of robot, but we InSomnias will be sure to prove them wrong.” They grinned at you before finally moving over to your leader.

And with that incident, your members did not fail in making comments about you until the end of the eventeven when you tried to act like your usual self. They knew not to push to much, but having discovered this softer and more affectionate side of yours, all previous worries they had was washed away with the knowledge that this fierce and intimidating mask you had was simply that, a mask that hid who you really were.

When you get backstage, Gahyeon clings to you while Yoohyeon and Bora proceed with their onslaught of questions. Handong joins in on the teasing, but her teasing does not only direct to you, but to the rest of your members as well. Siyeon was too busy laughing her ass off at one of Handong’s comments on how you probably didn’t see any of them as children, thus Gahyeon’s offended expression.

Yubin could only you a light pat on the shoulder, grinning because she knows that Bora’s attempt with messing with her would now be directed to you as well while Minji shook her head, though questioned you about your affection towards children. Since she’s heard bits of your earlier conversation with a fan, she couldn’t help but wonder what you were like when you were at home.

Though in the end, it didn’t change the fact that you did see them as family, just not one you found yourself having to constantly act as a child, which they were honestly fine with. But when you let your affections be more prominent during certain days, they know that those are days they need to cherish the most.

While you were quiet and reserved, they made it their own mission to break those walls down until you’re free to really act like yourself even if it were just them as your company.

[haneybun123]

Things Dreamcatcher Love About You!

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A/N: in celebration of Odd Eye! the girls outdid themselves ♡＾▽＾♡

JiU / Kim Minji

- when you eat with her. She finds it very sweet and domestic. her with two of your favourite things: you and food.

- when you play with her hands. She thinks it’s an adorable habit and she WILL blush.

- when you trust her with your secrets. As a leader, she’s used to being trusted, so she loves that you do too.

SuA / Kim Bora

- when you play with her hair. She finds it very relaxing.

- when you go along with her jokes and sexual humour. She loves that you can laugh together. Having similar humour matters a lot to her.

- when you take photos and selfies with her. she loves having memories with you (you’re both each others lock screens)

Siyeon / Lee Siyeon

- when you listen to her rant/ramble. It means a lot to her that you’re willing to listen.

- when you relax together. She loves coming home to you, especially if it’s to cuddles. The fact you can spend time together doing nothing makes her so happy.

- when you can fangirl together over whatever it may be (probably marvel) but her heart may burst if she sees you fangirl over Dreamcatcher. Sharing the same interests matters so much to her.

Handong / Han Dong

- when you give her spontaneous kisses! it makes her feel very loved (and very shy).

- when you dance with her. it doesn’t have to be serious choreography, even if it’s slow dancing she’ll love it. she thinks you’re cute when you have fun with her.

- when you call her out of nowhere to check on her. the fact that she’s always on your mind makes her so happy.

Yoohyeon / Kim Yoohyeon

- if you play instruments or sing, she’d love to play with you. She loves music and loves that you do too!

- going shopping together for anything. Clothes, groceries, what have you. having fun with you and spending quality time together makes her really happy (◕▿◕✿)

- when you clown around with her. being an idiot together, taking stupid photos together. she doesn't think a relationship can be perfect if you can’t go crazy go stupid together.

Dami / Lee Yubin 

- when you can hang out together quietly without it being weird. she enjoys the quiet and loves if you feel the same.

- she loves playing games with you. she thinks downtime with you is the best way to spend the day.

- wearing each others clothes! she thinks you look so cute in her clothes (if you can’t fit don't worry it’ll just be funny)

Gahyeon / Lee Gahyeon

- when you care about her members and her music as much as she does. it makes her happy that you support her. 

- if you let her put makeup on you/ put makeup on her. she finds it really sweet and loves the intimacy.

- when you wait up for her. awake or asleep, she will blush like crazy then smother you in love. it is absolutely the cutest!

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

CNS Spin Off - Three’s a Crowd Finale

Lee Siyeon x Kim Bora

Word Count: 1589

Contents: angst but it gets better

“I was here already today,” Siyeon grumbled. “Why are we going back?”

“Jihoon needed help with a thing,” Wonwoo shrugged.

“Don’t look at me,” His co-coach added when Siyeon turned a quizzical eye on them. “You can ask Jihoon.”

“Whatever,” Siyeon muttered. “This better be important.” It was annoying getting dragged back. There was no work left to do for the week and the summer was coming to a close. There was no reason she couldn’t be relaxing in her cabin or something. It wasn’t her fault that Jihoon liked to work until he got kicked out of the building and sent to his cabin.

Siyeon pulled herself out of their grasp, stepping forwards and opening the door to the studio.

“Okay Jihoon, what did yo-”

Siyeon stopped dead in her tracks, falling silent. Jihoon was at his desk, Bora had been looking over his shoulder at the computer but had looked up at the sound of Siyeon’s voice. A satisfied smile tugged at Jihoon’s lips as he stood from his chair.

“Perfect, just on time,” he said, grabbing Siyeon’s hand and pulling her into the studio before walking past her.

“For what?” Bora at least looked just as confused as Siyeon felt.

“This,” he shrugged as he stepped out of the studio before slamming the door shut. Siyeon and Bora both rushed for it, realizing his plan too late as they heard the click of the lock.

“Jihoon, what the fuck!?” Bora called.

“This isn’t funny! Let us out!” Siyeon cried.

“It’s not a joke,” Jihoon’s voice was muffled through the door. “And I know you don’t have your key because you never bring it. You’re stuck in there until you sort out your issues.”

“Jihoon I swear-”

“If you break the door I’m telling Seungcheol and you’re gonna have to pay for it.”

Siyeon stepped back, seething. Jihoon was right of course. If she tried to knock down the door and broke it she was on the hook for that money. There was not much she could do but relent to being at the whim of Jihoon and his key.

“I don’t hear any talking.” He called.

“Don’t push me,” Siyeon hissed. She wasn’t paying all that much attention to Bora until she heard a sigh from behind her and turned. Bora had sunk into the couch, running her fingers through her hair.

“Just come and sit down.” She said.

“He can’t just-”

“Siyeon!” Bora sounded frustrated and tired. “I’m not totally happy about being trapped either, but we might as well do this.”

Siyeon wilted a little, looking at the door again before shuffling over to the couch. Being angry and yelling at Jihoon was much easier than this. No matter how much she had been dying to talk to Bora this wasn’t what she had envisioned. And the stress of it was already eating her alive. She knew she fucked up. Could they not leave it at that?

“I’ve been thinking about things recently. As much as his methods are questionable, Jihoon isn’t wrong. We shouldn’t just leave this unresolved. I don’t want to leave this unresolved. We got along really well. You were such a good friend of mine and I don’t want it to end like this unless you’ve made up your mind that it should.”

Siyeon clasped her hands in her lap, playing with her fingers and avoiding Bora’s eye. “I don’t want it to end like this, either.”

“Well at least we’re on the same page,” Bora sighed. “But, we need to talk about that night, and every time you’ve sent mixed messages.”

“They’re not-” Siyeon took a deep breath. “I’m not messing with you. I’m not trying to send mixed messages.”

“I mean that doesn’t really matter,” Bora said. Siyeon peeked up at her, the uncomfortable churning in her stomach anything but welcome. “I would understand if you drew a line. I would understand if you knew what you did and didn’t want from me. But it isn’t fair to me when you lead into a situation and then completely change directions every time. If you don’t know fully what you want-”

“I do.” Siyeon protested.

“You’ve figured it out?” Bora asked, seeming unsure and frustrated.

“I knew already,” Siyeon said quietly, looking away.

“Then- God Siyeon why haven’t you just told me what you want from me?!”

“It’s- difficult.”

“What’s so difficult about saying ‘I want you’ or ‘I don’t want you’?”

“I don’t just want you!” Siyeon cried. “I don’t- I flirt with you. I like flirting. It’s fun and it’s easy and there were no stakes but then there were and I was letting you down? Maybe? Or I was overthinking it and you didn’t want what I wanted? And then I thought you were clear on the camping trip and I thought finally it would go somewhere but I just- I just…”

“You what?” Bora seemed more frustrated. Siyeon knew she wasn’t doing a good job explaining herself. It was hard to get out, to admit. God, why did being vulnerable suck so bad?

“I don’t- You like to sleep with people. A-And it’s cool I don’t really care but I-” She looked down at her hands. “I was so ready to go through with it and then I just thought ‘What if that’s all she wants? What if she’ll get this and then that’s it?’ I didn’t want to be just some girl you slept with once. I don’t want to be that.”

Siyeon didn’t know what to expect. Maybe Bora to plainly return or not return her feelings. Maybe silence as Bora contemplated her words. Maybe scoffing at her for ever thinking it could be more than sex.

What she didn’t expect was for Bora to laugh.

Siyeon looked up at her in confusion and hurt as Bora howled with laughter. What did that even mean? Her gut twisted even more. Did it mean she thought even the idea of them dating was ridiculous?

“Oh god,” Bora said, still chuckling. “Seriously?”

“S-S- What do you mean?!” Siyeon asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“You really think I don’t want to be with you?” Bora asked.

Siyeon opened her mouth but no words came out as she stared at Bora, heart hammering out of her chest. Did she mean that? Of course she had to. She didn’t mince her words, right? She was more straightforward so that must mean…

“D-Did you like me all this time?”

“Duh,” Bora laughed. “That’s really why you keep backing out?”

“I-I keep thinking I was reading you wrong. And then that you just wanted sex. I never- I didn’t think you would actually-”

Bora grabbed her hands and Siyeon felt her heart leap. “Okay clearly I need to be obvious with you. I like you. I’ve liked you for a while. Other people are fun but I want more than sex with you.”

“I’m sorry,” Siyeon said, the words tumbling out of her mouth now. “I’m sorry I acted like that. I’m sorry it was so confusing. I’m sorry I kept chickening out and just overthinking-”

Bora placed her hands on Siyeon’s cheeks, unable to stop herself from smiling. Siyeon quieted as she gazed at Bora.

“I’m sorry too. I’m sorry I didn’t try to talk sooner. I’m sorry I didn’t handle this more maturely.”

“I don’t care,” Siyeon shook her head, smiling. “I don’t. I just- I spent so long stressed out I can’t believe I didn’t see that you wanted what I want.”

“At least obliviousness is cute on you,” Bora giggled.

Siyeon giggled. “You say that now, but what if it isn’t again some day?”

Bora shifted closer. “If it means I can tease you without you immediately figuring it out, it's worth it.”

“It might get annoying,” Siyeon found her voice dropping as Bora leaned closer to her.

“Good thing you’re cute enough to offset that.”

“You never know what else could go wrong,” Siyeon mumbled.

Bora grinned. “I’m willing to take that chance.”

She closed the gap between them, pressing a tender kiss to Siyeon’s lips. Siyeon melted into the kiss, hands finding Bora’s waist as her heart did somersaults. Some part of her brain was trying to find any reason this wouldn’t work but she did her best to quiet it, enjoying the moment instead. Reminding herself of Bora’s words, her affirmation of her feelings.

“Let me take this one step further,” Bora murmured against Siyeon’s lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?” 

Siyeon couldn't help the way she smiled like an idiot as she gave Bora a quiet “Yes.” before kissing her again, this time with more passion. Her hands dug into Bora’s sides, wanting nothing more than to be closer as they made out.

The lock clicked.

Before Siyeon could pull away the door swung open. She tried to pull back but Bora held her close, starting to giggle. The two of them dissolved into giggles, still kissing as Jihoon let out a groan.

“Not on the couch!” 

They didn’t break apart until Siyeon felt something hitting her side. She let out a squeal as Jihoon hit them with a broom.

“Shoo!” He said. They jumped from the couch as he chased them out of the studio.

“Just so you know, I’ve done worse in your studio,” Siyeon called back to him.

“Honestly, so have I,” Bora added, both of them breaking into laughter at the look of horror on his face as they ran down the hallway, hand in hand.

[miingyu]

Every Month of 2021!

I was tagged by @xuseokgyu. Ahh thank you, Belle! 😊 Post your favorite or most popular post from each month this year. (it’s okay to skip months and/or choose more than one set) ↓ Let’s go! ↓

January: Mingyu in GOSE magazine ep2! This nearly stayed in my drafts bc I didn’t like the coloring. I still don’t and I cringe about said coloring when I see this back in my notifs 😬 Coloring aside though I loved these shots! Here’s another Mingyu set from this month as well, a palate cleanser if you will heh. 

February: I didn’t really make content/post anything in Feb. bc of certain things that were going on….. so I only have this lovely Handong set to share from this month.

March: Dami! Judging from the tags we were ALL here for this Dami look heh. Honorable mention to this forgotten favorite of mine also from this month: Wolf! Lee Know.

April: Lee Know Kingdom ending fairy. Me looking at it now: why tf did I make it so big and oof I really don’t care for this coloring now ehhhh!

May: Two months in a row for Lee Know! (This was my top post of the year as well) Honorable mentions to this Mingyu and this Woozi!

June: Woozi being excited and completely adorable on GOSE. When he laughs I lose all self control and must gif. Also this Seungkwan bc it was the first time I'd giffed him! 

July: Jiu! I made this set at the same time as the Dami one from March, but it stayed in my drafts until four months later bc I’m weird I guess? Also honorable mention to this Mingyu!

August: Siyeon! I don’t love my coloring here… but the wig was a look! Honorable mention to Dami, also serving a look!

September: Lee Know vlog! What can I say about this one? He’s so expressive and it’s one of my favorite things about him. Also this Woozi bc what is he so cute for!?!?!

October: Sunmi! I really liked her styling here. And my absolute FAVORITE thing to gif is magazine shoots so this was perfect for me. 

November: This was close between Mingyu and Lee Know. I adore them both so it’s a tie according to me!

December: I’ve only posted one!!! sad uninspired gifset in December ya’ll…☹️ and it’s this one of Mingyu made on a whim bc the man’s arms are ART.

Going back and looking at these did give me a bit of motivation to idk, maybe post some of the many gifs collecting dust in my drafts before the end of the year. I’m always making content and never posting it bc I'm super late. This month is no exception. I’ve still made stuff that’s just hanging out in draft purgatory.  Like hello nearly 40+ draft pileup 🙈

Anyway! As always I’m late and have no clue who’s done this and don’t want to be a bother. So for that reason I’m not tagging anyone specifically this time! 

But! Please feel free to do this if you want to! Consider yourself tagged! 😊

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

Crescent || Chapter 3

Fandom(s): ATEEZ

AU: Treasure Hunters

Genre: Action, Fantasy, Sci-Fi

Relationship: Everyone x Everyone, Established Hongjoong x Yunho

Language: English

Status: Ongoing

Chapter WC: 5,254 words

Warnings: Character Death, Stabbing, Fighting, Blood, Aliens, War, Funerals, Kidnapping, Attempted Kidnapping, Mentions of Child Abuse / Child Work, Explosions, Murder Attempt, more will be added.

Chapter Warnings: None apply

Summary:

Wooyoung sat up immediately as he wiped at his eyes, trying to push down the tears and regain his breathing, but he had never felt anything like this before. The sun was barely rising yet but he couldn't focus on that. He felt happiness, pain, and unbearable yearning.

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At first, there was nothing but darkness, but he felt conscious, so he knew it was a dream. Then, the darkness was filled with countless celestial bodies around him, tiny and bright and very far away. Like that, Wooyoung was floating in the middle of space. It was beautiful, like nothing he had ever seen or imagined since he had never left his home planet, Oniris.

The Somnum almost never left Oniris. Their clairvoyance abilities made them highly sought after, which is why they didn't belong to any known empire and they didn't accept strangers on their planet. They didn't need to travel to know, however, since they could see and know everything through their dreams. Wooyoung knew, even without being a highly experienced Interpreter, that this was one of those dreams.

As he turned around, he spotted a beautiful vessel coming towards him. It was dark in color, but the white sails created a contrast that reminded Wooyoung of a moon reflecting the light of a star in the night. He floated towards it, looking around, and on its side he saw a blurred name and a detailed drawing of a crescent moon. He couldn't make out the name, so he guessed he wasn't supposed to know that just yet, but at least he had a clue.

When he landed on deck, a few voices caught his attention and he turned, looking for them. He found seven other men standing on deck, talking to each other. Wooyoung's heart started beating faster as he approached them, a sudden adrenaline filling his body. He stopped once he got close enough, eyes fixed on two of them. He had seen them before, in a previous dream, and knew their names: Hongjoong and Yunho.

In the previous dream, Hongjoong's brother had died and Yunho had had to stop him from attacking the people around them. It was bizarre to see him now so calm, smiling among these other men whom he knew nothing about. They all looked so happy, and without warning, Wooyoung's heart found itself yearning to be with them, to be part of that happiness.

The feeling left him breathless. He had had many dreams before, but nothing like this one, never a true vision. He realized that this was his awakening as a Somnum. His people believed in destiny, and at some point everyone got a prophetic dream that set them off into fulfilling it. Wooyoung knew this was his. His eyes filled up with tears as he struggled to regain the control over his emotions, but it was so overwhelming.

For a moment, he thought they were looking at him, but then it became too much and he woke up. Wooyoung sat up immediately as he wiped at his eyes, trying to push down the tears and regain his breathing, but he had never felt anything like this before. The sun was barely rising yet but he couldn't focus on that. He felt happiness, pain, and unbearable yearning. 

With difficulty, he managed to calm down little by little until his breathing had returned to normal. It was still too early to do anything, but he decided that as soon as his parents had woken up, he would ask them to take him to see the local Interpreter. Seeing Hongjoong and Yunho again in this dream, and what he had felt during it were no coincidence. It was time for him to start his own journey.

--

Hongjoong and Yunho were sitting at a table in the inn they were staying at. They were reviewing the job applications they had gotten from potential crew members, which were quite a few. So far, they had already decided on five of them, so they were missing five more. As they were reading the applications, one in particular stood out to Hongjoon and he put the rest of them down to read it. 

The lad's name was Lee San. He had been part of the expedition team on his home planet, however the government had dissolved it to fund other things and he had ended up unemployed. It said he had been part of an archaeological research institute, but he had quit because he wanted something that would allow him to travel around the universe instead. 

"I like this one," Hongjoong passed it to Yunho. "He could help us deciphering the map."

"And I like these two, give them a look." Yunho passed him two more applications and Hongjoong read them.

The first one was a man Yunho's age named Mingi. He came from the mining planet Merth X-24, and was an expert managing all sorts of chemicals and explosives, which could come useful when retrieving the treasure. The writing was neat and pretty, which somehow contrasted with the image of a miner, but it was nice. Merth X-24 was one of the planets in the Kim Empire, and while there was the risk of being recognized, Hongjoong thought it would be okay.

The second application was from a man named Jongho, a couple of years younger than him. He had worked in ship assembling and maintenance, which would make him a valuable crew member. Hongjoong didn't even need to read the rest of his application to consider him in. He put both applications on the accepted pile, and soon enough Yunho did the same with San's application.

They finished choosing the crew members within the following hour and asked Siyeon to message them their acceptance and cite them there next morning to begin their journey. After that, they went to the shipyard in charge of their ship, as they had received confirmation that it was ready. When they got there, Hongjoong's heart sped up in anticipation. This was going to be his very own ship, designed to his image and taste, built only for him.

Of course, he had a royal ship, but even that one didn't feel his. It was too flashy, too alien. This ship wouldn't wear the royal symbol nor would it be designed by others. Hongjoong had taken part of every step of the design process to make sure this ship would be only his, a safe space. He could bet that Taejoong was proud of him.

Yunho softly squeezed his hand to center him when he noticed Hongjoong was starting to get anxious. Hongjoong smiled at him, grateful, and soon the Master Shipwright guided them towards their ship. It was simply gorgeous. The wood was dark and smooth, the sails were white and almost looked like dragon wings when fully extended. 

They walked around it as the Master Shipwright explained the process they had followed and how they had incorporated all the details Hongjoong had asked for. And then they stopped next to where the name was painted on in beautiful silver letters. Crescent. That was what Hongjoong had chosen to name it. The C was a crescent moon painted with intricate designs in it. It was beautiful.

"Why Crescent?" Yunho asked him once the shipwright was gone.

"Because the waning crescent symbolizes growth and action, and the waxing crescent symbolizes achievement and completion." Hongjoong smiled, admiring the artwork. "I want this mission to be a success, to give us a new start." Yunho smiled and passed the left arm around Hongjoong's shoulders, pressing his lips softly to his temple.

"I like it," he affirmed. "I have no doubts we'll be able to succeed, wherever this mission takes us."

--

When morning came and Wooyoung woke his parents with the news, they hugged him tightly and congratulated him. They both cried, making Wooyoung break into tears again, but it felt comforting. His mother treated him to a plentiful breakfast and his other parent reserved a meeting with their local Interpreter for him. 

He told them about the dream as they ate breakfast, and it was obvious by his parents' faces that they had caught onto the fact that he would probably have to leave them. They were a bit sad, of course, but the excitement of their son finding his destiny overpowered it. Wooyoung knew the news would spread fast, and that following his visit to the Interpreter, there would probably be a lot of people waiting for him to tell them.

It made him feel a little nervous. Of course, he had gone along with his parents to visit other households and leave a little gift for the Somnum that would be leaving to fulfill their destiny. But it was an entirely different thing to be the object of that attention. The idea of people paying so much attention to him like that made him more nervous than leaving his parents. Still, he would be nothing but grateful as he sorted out the gifts on the few days he would probably get before leaving.

After breakfast, he helped his parent wash the dishes and then went to get changed, trying to dress himself with his best attire as his parents prepared the offering for the Interpreter. Wooyoung groaned as he put his shirt inside out on the first try and hurried to fix it. Soon enough, he was downstairs, tying his shoes and meeting with his parents outside of the house.

Rather than super populated cities, the Somnum lived in small yet technologically advanced villages that satisfied all of their needs. The planet wasn't particularly big, but the Somnum weren't quite fertile either, and thanks to their good government, they had an almost perfect resource distribution. Wooyoung had never lacked anything. 

Because of their nature, the government always made sure they had everything necessary to fulfill their destiny. Even the farms his parents owned, since it was part of their destiny, the government had provided. Now they were one of the biggest food providers in Oniris and also one of the main sources of food products for commercial trade. Wooyoung had always thought his destiny would be to inherit the farm, but here he was instead, dreaming of ships and voyages.

As they walked into the Interpreter’s house, they were received by an assistant who took their offer and shortly after guided Wooyoung into a different room. There was a low table and some cushions, with a teapot and a couple of cups. Every window in the room had been covered by thick velvety curtains, and the room was illuminated by a small chandelier that hung from the ceiling.

Not long after Wooyoung had sat down, the Interpreter came in. They were tall and thin, with skin frail from their age; however, their eyes were alive with wisdom and knowledge. Wooyoung wondered for a moment how many visions the Interpreter had had since they’d been able to remember. Visions could be very exhausting because of the emotional toll they took on the person, so learning to handle it was a major part in an Interpreter’s training. He couldn’t help but feel curious about what it was like to hold such an important role.

“Jung Wooyoung?” The Interpreter asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, that would be me." Wooyoung nodded, rubbing his hands together trying to warm them up.

"Please sit down, don't be afraid." The Interpreter smiled at him and Wooyoung nodded, sitting opposite to them at the table.

Despite being on the floor, the cushion was so soft he didn't feel uncomfortable. From up close, he could easily smell the hot lavender tea in the teapot, and he felt himself inhaling deeper as it helped him calm down. The Interpreter poured him a cup before pouring one for themselves and pushing it towards Wooyoung. He took it, but didn't drink it immediately.

"This is a syndesia and lavender infusion," the Interpreter explained. "The syndesia plant will make it easier for me to access your mind and see the vision, that way I'll be able to give you more insight. You could think of it as establishing a temporary connection."

"Does it feel... weird?" Wooyoung asked, looking at the liquid with apprehension. The Interpreter chuckled.

"A little bit, but it's not painful, I promise." The Interpreter assured him. "Now, if you will, drink the tea and lie down, try to relax."

Wooyoung did as instructed and drank the tea in silence. The Interpreter also drank their cup in front of him, occasionally humming to themselves as they did. The more he drank, the more relaxed Wooyoung felt, until he found himself struggling to keep his eyes open. At that moment, the Interpreter helped him lie down with his head on the cushion, and before long, Wooyoung was in a deep trance.

It did feel really weird. At first, he started recalling his vision just like he had seen it the night before. But when he found the Interpreter inside and tried to follow them, his vision became just a muddy shade of black and he couldn't see anything anymore. It felt like he was still there, and he could certainly sense the presence of the Interpreter, but he couldn't see anything anymore.

After a few minutes that felt like hours, Wooyoung was able to wake up as the Interpreter helped him sit down and offered him a glass of water. Wooyoung felt disoriented and a bit confused. Nothing had changed so he couldn't have slept for more than a few minutes, but it felt like he had been gone for hours, lost in the nothingness.

"Drink the water, it will help you get rid of the effects of the syndesia." The Interpreter instructed as they themselves drank a cup of water.

"Did it go well?" Wooyoung asked after downing half of the glass. His throat felt parched and he really was starting to think he had been out for more than a few minutes.

"You have a great journey ahead of you," they smiled against the rim of the cup. "I'd say you have a lot to deal with, the seven handsome men you saw in your dream are destined to be your lovers." Wooyoung choked on his drink and he desperately coughed, trying to breathe normally. The Interpreter smiled.

"My apologies, but what do you mean?" Wooyoung stammered. His whole face was red and he could hear his heartbeat in his ears.

"They aren't all together yet, but they will be." They continued to explain. "They're on a mission to find the Treasure of the Seven Galaxies, but they will face many unexpected difficulties. As for you, well..." the Interpreter put down their cup. "You'll get there when they most need you. I suppose the relationship is a bonus."

"But how will I find them? I don't even know their names..." Wooyoung mumbled.

"Worry not, did you think I would send you away without any clues?" The Interpreter smiled as they stood up.

They left the room through a small door in the back wall that Wooyoung hadn't even noticed before, nervous as he had been, and returned shortly after. After they sat down again, they offered Wooyoung a necklace. It was a light purple stone circle wrapped by silver branches that hung from a silver chain.

"It's amethyst infused with syndesia," they explained. "Those studying to become Interpreters wear them when they are just starting, it will help you amplify the visions and obtain information from them."

"But... I am not an apprentice." Wooyoung looked at the necklace, hesitating.

"No, but your journey will take you far away and you won't be able to rely on us the Interpreters to help you," they smiled kindly. "Take it, maybe when you're done with your mission you could look into becoming an Interpreter, but for now, that necklace is yours."

"Thank you," Wooyoung nodded. He unclasped it and put it on, admiring the pendant as it rested on his chest.

"You should go now, your mission requires you to leave as soon as possible." The Interpreter stood up and urged Wooyoung to do so too. "Try going to Sonne U-28 first, you might find some clues."

"Wait, what?" Wooyoung turned to them in panic.

"If you don't leave now, you won't be in the right places at the right time, it's time you start your journey." The Interpreter smiled. "Don't be afraid Jung Wooyoung, all the answers are already within you, just trust yourself."

Wooyoung looked at their eyes, expecting to find mockery or deception, but of course there wasn't anything like that. So he took a deep breath and nodded. He thanked the Interpreter for their services and then left to find his parents, who were waiting for him outside. They wasted no time asking him what had happened and how the meeting had gone. He was in a hurry though, so he promised he would tell them on their way home.

And so he did. As they walked home, he explained to them what had happened and everything the Interpreter had told him. His mother stopped him to hug him tightly once Wooyoung revealed he had to leave as soon as possible. Like him, they had hoped they would at least get a few days to spend together before having to say their goodbyes, and it hurt that it would have to be so sudden.

When they got home, there were already families from the village waiting for them, carrying gifts to aid Wooyoung in his journey. His parents welcomed them all into the house and their neighbors asked what had happened during his meeting. Wooyoung's face was red with embarrassment and nervousness as he tried to explain it all to them again; the attention felt so uncomfortable and awkward.

Eventually, his parent intervened and told Wooyoung to go prepare for leaving. He didn't need to be asked twice as he hurried to his room and locked himself in, regaining his breath. He could still heat the rest of the village talking downstairs, but at least his room felt like a safe space... Except, the sole thought that he needed to leave already weighed him down. He had never expected he would have to leave his home so suddenly.

He was afraid. He could still remember as a child, the fear he had felt of never seeing his family again, of losing them forever. The Universe wasn’t usually a kind place to those of his kind, and he was afraid of what could happen to him without the protection of his people. Everyone knew about the stories of those who never came back. What if he didn’t get to come back either?

Wooyoung's heart grew heavy with each new thought as he picked a suitcase and began filling it with clothes and personal care items. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even realize what he was packing until his mother knocked on his door and brought him out of his daze. She walked in and gently guided his hands away from the suitcase, arranging the items herself.

"You're going to be okay." She said after a little while, hands still busy fixing his suitcase.

“Mom,” Wooyoung looked up, eyes bright. “What do you mean?”

“I know you’re probably afraid,” she smiled, “but not all the people outside of Oniris are bad, you’re going to be okay.”

"I'm going to miss you, both of you." Wooyoung said as he teared up.

"And we're going to miss you too, but we'll be rooting for you." She smiled, putting the clothes aside and cupping Wooyoung's face. "Maybe when you're done with your mission you can come back and introduce use to your seven handsome boyfriends."

"Mom!" Wooyoung complained, face burning red. "Don't say that, it's so embarrassing." She chuckled.

"Honestly your parent was acting all jealous about it, so I'm sure spending some time away from you might help them come to terms with the fact." She smiled, complicit, before she went back to helping with his luggage.

"Are you going to be okay?" Wooyoung asked, pouting slightly as she handed her a few more items.

"Us? Baby you should be worrying about yourself!" She laughed. "We're just simple farmers, you're the one going on a mission to find some sort of mythical treasure! We're not at danger here."

"Still..." Wooyoung's pout grew as he hugged his mother's back. "At least pretend you're gonna struggle without me here!"

"We're going to live like newlyweds all over again." She teased him. "Maybe even go on a honeymoon again."

"I am so underappreciated in this household." Wooyoung huffed as he moved to help his mother close the suitcase. His heart felt lighter.

"I'm kidding, of course we'll struggle without you, but that doesn't matter." Once the suitcase was closed, she turned around to face him. "We love you so much, but it is time you focus on yourself, we will always wait for you." She opened her arms and Wooyoung hugged her, knowing he wouldn't be able to in a long time.

--

"Captain, all of the crew members have arrived." 

Hongjoong turned around to face Yunho as he finished buttoning his shirt. Both smiled at each other as Hongjoong followed his now First Mate to the deck, where every member of the crew was waiting for him. They had moved the ship to port the previous day after the last few details had been settled and they had loaded the supplies into the ship.

Of course, Hongjoong knew half of the crew members since they were all his soldiers, but he pretended to know them just as little as anyone else. If he wanted his identity to be kept secret, he would need to act his part. From now on, he was only Captain Yoo Hongjoong, treasure hunter. He was no longer the third prince of the Kim Empire, and he wouldn't be until he returned home with the treasure.

"Welcome, everyone!" He exclaimed, raising his arms. All at once, a surge of adrenaline filled him. This was his ship and the crew he had chosen, it was almost a dream come true. "From today onward, I am your Captain, Yoo Hongjoong. Under my command, we will achieve the impossible! The treasures and legends that no one has dared to follow or has managed to find will be all ours!" 

Everyone cheered, breaking into applause and cheers. Hongjoong smiled. He felt almost invincible, like nothing could stop him from fulfilling his mission and making the culprits pay for the death of his brother. He was doing the right thing, he could feel it inside him. Hongjoong looked at Yunho for a second and the taller man was smiling at him. Clearly, Hongjoong's excitement was contagious.

"We're leaving in under an hour, settle in and get ready to set sail!" Hongjoong ordered.

"Yes sir!" The crew replied in unison and began moving as Hongjoong turned around to leave.

One tall man stood in the middle of the deck with his small suitcase, clearly looking a little lost. Mingi had never been in a ship like this one, so he wasn't entirely sure where he was supposed to go to leave his stuff. He was also a bit too nervous and scared to ask. Their captain had looked so cool as he motivated them, and everyone had replied enthusiastically, so Mingi had allowed that energy to stick onto him. But now he didn't know what to do.

"First time on a ship?" A shorter man asked him, smiling at him genuinely.

"On one like this one, at least." Mingi nodded, ears tinted red. The man offered his hand and Mingi was quick to accept it.

"My name is Jongho, Choi Jongho." He introduced himself. Jongho seemed confident in what he was doing, and it calmed Mingi down slightly.

"Song Mingi."

"Come with me Mingi, I'll take you to the quarters." Jongho began walking and Mingi quickly followed him.

He was so earnest and hurried that he didn't even notice the crew member standing next to him, and when he moved to follow Jongho, Mingi ended up accidentally bumping into him. He turned around and quickly began apologizing, not even looking the man in the face. It truly didn't feel like it was his day at that moment, and he was getting increasingly nervous.

"It's okay." The man replied. His tone was so flat that Mingi thought he had made him angry.

"I'm really sorry." Mingi apologized again. Jongho patted his arm when he noticed how nervous Mingi was, and he looked back with a grateful smile.

"It's really okay, don't worry." The man repeated. His voice and eyes were so cold it was almost scary, and it left both Mingi and Jongho speechless. "I already heard you from before so there's no need to introduce yourselves; my name is Lee San, I hope we can work along well." San introduced himself before turning around and leaving.

"That's what you call a scary presence..." Jongho muttered. "Come on Mingi, let's go, we need to get working." 

Without thinking it twice, Jongho grabbed Mingi's wrist and pulled him along, since the taller still seemed frozen from the scary meeting with San. Mingi let Jongho guide him to the quarters in silence, just hoping he wouldn't get in more trouble that day.

--

The next morning, Wooyoung and his parents woke up very early to eat breakfast and send him off. His parents talked plenty during breakfast, like they would usually do, but Wooyoung remained silent and they didn't press him about it. It was obvious he was still nervous and hesitant, he needed some space. When they were done eating, Wooyoung washed the dishes while his parent helped bring all of his luggage down.

His mother had ended up helping him pack to maximize the usefulness of his suitcase. Plus he had packed an extra backpack with all the essentials he might need so that he wouldn't need to open the suitcase every single time. After the visitors had left, they had sat together to buy his ticket to Sonne U-28, making it official that he was leaving. Despite the fact that the Somnum almost never traveled outside of Oniris and that they didn't allow visitors except under specific conditions, it had been easy to get a ticket.

The trip would take a few days, but at least the Interpreter had given him a lead to begin with, since they weren't allowed to intervene with the destiny of other Somnum. Wooyoung had thought of using the necklace the previous night to obtain more information as well, but in the end he had been too nervous to do so. He would get to Sonne U-28 first and figure it out from there.

"Are you ready?" His mother asked once there was nothing left for him to do. Wooyoung nodded.

"As ready as I can be, which to be fair isn't much," he chuckled. "I'll be okay though."

"Of course you will, you're our son." His parent affirmed, patting his back. "Let's go."

They had already called a taxi, and with their help, Wooyoung loaded his suitcase on the trunk and they rode to the port. Almost every ship there was for commerce, and Wooyoung observed with curiosity as they loaded the shipments into the enormous vessels, preparing them for their long trips to other planets. His parents asked the taxi driver to wait as they helped Wooyoung unload his luggage and bid farewell.

"We're not forgetting anything right? We can hurry and go back to pick it up." His parent said, checking their watch.

"I don't think that would work out well honey." His mom chuckled, pushing his arm down. "Stop being so nervous, you're gonna make Woo nervous."

"Right, sorry." They smiled and pulled both Wooyoung and their wife into a tight hug. "I'm going to miss this, I'm going to miss you."

"I'll be back before you notice it." Wooyoung assured them.

"And with seven boyfriends no less!" His mother added. His parent's expression immediately darkened and they huffed.

"Don't even mention it, I cannot believe-!"

"Okay then, I'm gonna get going." Wooyoung squeezed his parents with his arms before disentangling himself and grabbing his luggage. "I love you!"

Wooyoung walked away after quickly pecking both their cheeks and repeating how much he loved both of them. He looked back a few times as he walked, each time spotting his parents standing outside the taxi and watching him leave. Tears welled up in his eyes for a moment but he pushed them back and moved forward.

The ship he was going to board was built like some sort of small cruise. It was an impeccable pearl white color and on the side the name was painted with black letters. It was named The Oneironaut, certainly a fitting name. After showing his pass, a crew member took his luggage and guided him to what was going to be his room for the next few days while they traveled to Sonne U-28.

He opted to settle in while the rest of the passengers finished boarding and the crew made the last checkups to the ship. Taking everything out of his suitcase would make it too complicated, so he opted to just leave it open in one corner of his room. He did take everything out of his other backpack though, since those were the things he would be using the most, and placed everything carefully in the bathroom and the drawer unit in front of his bed.

When the ship honked to signal their departure, Wooyoung hurried out of his room and to the main deck. He wanted to see how it looked to leave a planet and enter actual space. He looked around to see if his parents were still there, but he couldn't spot them among the ruckus at port, and that was when he realized he was truly going to do this by himself. At least until he could find the others. 

Finally, the ship sailed, and he watched little by little how the port, and then his village, became smaller under his earnest gaze. Faster than he would have expected, they had exited the atmosphere and now he was out in space, by himself, ignorant of where destiny was planning to take him.

--

Hongjoong's gaze was fixed on his compass but his mind was far away. He kept thinking back to the death of his brother but he couldn't actually remember it all that well. He remembered the messenger telling him about it, but after that it's all a blurry mess of incomplete memories. Through it all, however, the image of his brother, lifeless but still bleeding out, was etched perfectly in his memory.

A soft hand rested on his right cheek and he blinked twice, remembering where he was. He snapped the compass shut and looked up at Yunho, who was now cradling Hongjoong's face with both hands and looking at him with adoration. Hongjoong blushed at the intimacy of the look and Yunho chuckled, pecking him softly before letting him go.

"Don't go on a journey without us Captain." Yunho said, grabbing his hand. "It's time Hongjoong, we have to go."

Hongjoong nodded and followed Yunho to the door of his quarters. He paused for a brief moment just to squeeze Yunho's hand before letting go of it and going out. The crew paused what they were doing to look at him. The emotions were palpable: excitement and nervousness mingled to create a timed bomb just waiting to explode. He made his way to the quarterdeck and placed his hand on the wheel.

"Weigh anchor and raise sails! Our journey begins now!"

[tinywooniverse]

special

requested?: kinda?

pairing: lee yoobin (dami) x female reader

genre: fluff

(gif isn’t mine)

“hey you and yoobin have been dating for a little while now?” your friend, gahyeon, asks sort of out of the blue.

“yeah we’ve been dating for a significant amount of time.”

“and you two haven’t had your first kiss yet?” she asks and you look a little shocked.

“how do you know that?” you ask raising your eyebrows in surprise.

“i heard dami and siyeon chatting about it a few days ago. how come you never told me about it?” she presses.

“i never thought about it to be honest.” you say. it’s tru that you never think about what your first kiss would be like with your current girlfriend because it was never that big of a deal to you.

“i think she’s planning to kiss you! that’s so exciting isn’t it?! oh my god you two are literally so cute.” you friend blabbers on.

“yeah that’s cool.” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“why are you excited? this is kind of big for you guys right?” she asks.

“i don’t think it’s a big deal honestly. i mean like when i wasn’t out yet and i was still dating guys i never had a special first kiss. they always happened at parties or while he was drunk. the only other time it wasn’t like that was when a guy dated me because he wanted to have sex with me and he kissed me to try to get thing to progress but when i didn’t want to be broke up with me,” you explain shrugging, “so i guess over time i just stopped believing that a couple’s first kiss would be special or romantic.”

“well i believe that a first kiss with the right person is very special.” gahyeon says nudging you.

“oh you think so?”

“it’s said that time stops when it happens.” she says making you laugh at her.

“yeah okay hyeonnie.” you say rolling your eyes.

“hey! don’t knock it till you try it.”

————————————

“so you mean to tell me toph from avatar the last air bender was your sexual awakening?” your girlfriend asks trying to hold her laugh but you could feel her body shake.

“babe don’t laugh at my eye opening experience. if it weren’t for toph we wouldn’t be here.” you pout trying to turn away from her but her arms tighten around you waist prohibited you from doing so.

“don’t be like that. it’s cute. and i’m extremely grateful for toph because if you hadn’t watched the show you’d still be dating guys.” she says and you fake gag.

“okay now i have a serious question?” she asks.

“don’t ask me about toph anymore i swear.”

“no it’s not about toph,” she says giggling, “do you believe in soulmates?”

“you mean like cheesy rom com movie or book that’s like ah yes two people are soulmates and they never have any issues but then then author somehow turns it into a 500 page book or script? because if so then no.” you say nonchalantly.

“no i mean like in real life. like have you ever meant someone and just knew you weren’t meant to be with them?”

“as friends? yeah of course. but because i was in so many pretend relationships from my end i don’t know what it would feel like if i did feel like that romantically,” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“well from personal experience,” your girlfriend starts, a little flash in her eyes which made you listen intently, “you get butterflies in your stomach every time they’re in your presence. when you lock eyes with them for the very first time and every time after that your brain is literally convincing itself that it’s never seen anything more beautiful than their eyes. when you touch it makes everything feel warm and fuzzy. you start to notice everything little thing about then without having to ask. like how their favorite color is yellow because one time you went shopping and ignored every other color of a sweater because they saw it in yellow. or how they scrunch their nose when they laugh because you’ve managed to get a few hearty laughs from them. or how every time they say something that you find really funny they’re surprised because they just thought everyone thought that way. every single day you spend with them reminds you or gives you another reason why you made for each other. it makes your heart feel like it’s giggling. it’s honestly the best feeling in the world. honestly i think you’re my-.” she says cutting herself off looking at you. she hadn’t meant to take it that far but it was clear what she was trying to say and you definitely knew it too.

you both spend a moment looking deep into each other’s eyes before leaning in with a delicate kiss. yoobin lays her hand on your face to deepen it and you allow it, kissing her more passionately. when you pull back your face is flush and she panics.

“oh my god i’m so sorry.” she says.

“what? why?” you ask, feeling kind of rejected from her response.

“i planned a date and everything to make our first kiss extra special and instead i did it at a random time. and it wasn’t supposed to go like that,” she explains while mentally scolding herself, “i had heard that your other first kisses made you give up on the whole special thing so i really tried and now i ruined it.”

“you didn’t ruin it.” you say frowning.

“clearly i did. there’s nothing special about us sitting here like we do all the time y/n.”

“i thought it was pretty special though.” you say and she looks at you in shock.

“you did?”

“yes. nothing about this felt wrong or rushed like my past ones. it’s clear that you care for me much deeper than anyone else that i’ve ever dated. this kiss felt completely different.” you say biting the inside of your cheek.

“but i had it all planned out.”

“and that’s okay! we can still go out and kiss if that’s how you pictured it going but to me, right now, nothing screams perfect first kiss like you subtly explaining that we’re soulmates while recalling all of the times i’ve chosen yellow clothing over anything other color,” you say giggling. you put a hand on her cheek, caressing it with your thumb, staring her softly, “it was very special i promise.”

“okay. if you say so.”

“oh and i knew that you were my soulmate the moment i met you i just didn’t know if you felt as strongly as i did so i played dumb to see.” you say, smirking and leaning closer.

“ah you sneaky thing you.” she smiles before leaning into the kiss.

[deukaeloveclub]

😭 the translator surprised me so much

Solo stages instead of unit stages :o

Dami with the segueway 😂

Fly High ballad 😍 and live Jazz Bar Yoohyeon sounded so great

God I love Sua esp just she's really just like this

YEEEEEEEEES WHAT the live band is really great fit this one into Good Night??? into Chase Me 👌🏾👌🏾 the hard rock trio.

Dami and Handong look so soft in this vcr 🥺 Dami egg :(((

I KNEW THAT WAS HANDONG

Who wore out better Yoo or Woody 😂😂😂 but on a serious note she's sounds so amazing. I love this nerd so much

Wait!!!!! Jiu's cover might be my favorite 😆😆😆 the backup dancers too 😆 this is so perfect for her

I called mera correctly but I still was not prepared also the range she's singing in wow

Yooo Dami is so cool altho the hairstyle is actually cute wait-wait a second SHE'S BOSS BABY I NEVER WOULD HAVE GUESSED. Anyways go off lead dancer!!!! We lifting everybody now. Shut up why is she so cute.

LEEEEEREEEEEEEEE SIYEON WHAT THE FUCK THIS WOMAN IS ALWAYS LIKE I HATE EXERCISE AND THEN DOES THIS HHHHHH

KIM BORA... I should have expected this. They really put this after Siyeon for max impact 😭

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE DEAR SERIOUSLY WITH THE COSTUMES 🤣🤣🤣 THE JUXTAPOSITION I'M LOSING IT

Dami with the pacifier 😭

Dadong 💞💞💞 handong skipping away 🥺 Siyeon being cheeky 🤣

Yoohyeon's hair seriously looks so good like this

Oh we bringing back the handkerchiefs? 👀👀👀 u&I next? Soon👀

Also the makeup 😘👌🏾 as usual

Dami looking good with green hair 😍😍 what can't dc do? Lol her being so sensible and thinking to communicate with messaging 😂

Deja vu 😭✌🏾✌🏾 OH SHIT THE BAND I FORGOT

Minji said boop 😄

Red Suuuuuuuuuuun no need to go that hard on the chest pop yubin highkey I would love to hear handong cover this cuz her voice fits this so much Lee Siyeon is literally unstoppable on a stage. God the vibes of this song are so immaculate

Yoohyeon asking are you having fun and immediately answering yes 😂😂

Black or White band version is so good. This choreo is so fun and the rap part doesn't feel short. Yoohyeon putting in work! I can see her sweating. NOOOOO they didn't do a front full shit for the hip roll 😭😭😭

Handong is so funny but also sudong during her ment :3 :3 :3

I was just listening to Emotion today!?! The growth 🥺 Dami's smile the halo lighting :(((

These recorded ments :(((

Can't Get You Out Of My Mind!!!!! Wait this is so great with a band. More dadong 💞

Ah! Tension! Gahyeon sounds so good. Wow Siyeon high notes always get me

Ah Mayday the closer 💞😭✌🏾 They're so playful with the band oh extended instrumental ending

[gahye0n]

Beneath the Redwood Trees

pairing: siyeon / reader

word count: 2k

genre: angst, fluff, ?horror

request: can you do an imagine with werewolf!siyeon please ? like, the reader complains about the fact that she knows siyeon’s hiding something from her, so siyeon finishes by showing her « talent » ?

--

“Have you grown tired of me?” The quiver in your voice tore Siyeon's heart to shreds. “Are you seeing someone else?”

Siyeon didn't miss a beat, shaking her head and wrapping you in her embrace, warm – so very warm. “I would never do that to you. You know that.”

“Then why do you have to go?” you sniffled, head hung low. “Every time.”

“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” She would have laughed at the thought had the tears not began to gather in your downcast eyes. “Hey hey, don't cry. Please don't cry, darling.”

She hadn't realized the tears beginning to stain her own cheeks until you reached up to wipe them away with the pads of your thumbs. “Please tell me, whatever it is. Whether your feeling have faded or you just need some space, even if you tell me something ridiculous like you're a vampire or – or whatever – I just need to know, Siyeon.”

She took your busy hands in hers, pressing a kiss to each knuckle. “Promise you'll trust me no matter what?” You nodded, intertwining your fingers with hers. “Promise you'll believe me?” You nodded once more and her eyes fluttered shut, inhaling deep as if that would be her final breath. “Promise you'll still love me, darling. Promise me.”

“I promise Siyeon. Forever, remember?” You motioned toward the gold band embracing your left ring finger. “For better or for worse.”

“Forever?” she repeated, hopeful gaze never leaving the wedding ring.

“Forever.”

She held your hand tighter, afraid you'd slip away – afraid gravity would elude you and steal you from the place she kept you safe, buried deep in her heart.

With hesitant steps, she guided you from the warmth of the cabin, from the place you called home, into the crisp autumn night. Dying amber leaves turned to dust beneath your feet and your gaze rose to meet the giant redwood trees they departed from, stretched for miles and miles, as far as the eye could see. “Where are we going?”

She glanced backward, a smile pulling at the corners of her soft coral lips. “To the place I disappear to once every month. No more secrets between us, I promise.”

You smiled in return, anticipating the answer to your endless curiosity. It wasn't long before your legs grew tired though, struggling to match Siyeon's long strides, your anxious and waiting heart the only force still driving you forward. “Siyeon, wait...”

'What is it?” Her footsteps immediately came to a halt as she turned to face your panting form. “Oh.”

“Can we take a break?” Your hands landed on your knees, diaphragm forcing cold air into your lungs.

Siyeon's gaze met the sky, brows furrowing in what you imagined to be worry, or perhaps even panic. With a shake of her head, she threw one arm beneath your two legs and the other around your shoulder, lifting you effortlessly and continuing her pace.

You, on the other hand, felt your cheeks turn to fire. Burying your face in her chest, dark brown locks tickling your skin, a dozen memories played in your mind. You remembered every time you'd been in her arms, held to her heart, just like this. You remembered the first night you spent together, a dark room flickering in candlelight as she picked you up, rough hands tender for the briefest of moments as she lied you down flat, face nosing between your thighs.

You remembered your wedding day, her gentle caress as she lifted you from the ground and stole you away from the cheering guests with a beaming and innocent smile, disappearing from sight to claim you in a whole different way, one that proved her innocent facade nothing more than a clever guile – not that you were complaining, not in the slightest. You remembered lazy days and cold counter tops, summer nights and sweaty palms, you remembered Siyeon's fleeting touches and her long, enduring embraces that you loved so very much.

And you remembered why you were so afraid to begin with – afraid that she'd grown tired of the memories you held dear, afraid she was making new ones with somebody else.

“You're thinking too much.” Siyeon's voice startled you, the blunt words guiding your wandering mind back home. “I love you.”

Your heart turned to jelly, those three words enough to make you believe anything she said, enough to turn back in that moment without learning a single thing – but she didn't ask that of you, pressing forward instead like she wanted this even more than you.

“I love you too.”

And you meant it, more than all stars twinkling above your heads, more than the sun and the moon and the universe itself, you loved Lee Siyeon.

“We're almost there,” Siyeon murmured, setting you on your feet once more.

Cold wind whipping past, you immediately huddled up beside her, seeking the warmth radiating from her body. Eyes landing on your shivering form, she shimmied off her jacket before wrapping it snugly around your shoulders. You were hesitant to accept, grateful as you were. “But what about you? I can't.” You began to hand it back but she only tucked it closer. You frowned, brow creasing in worry. “You'll be cold, Siyeon.”

“Believe me, darling. I'll be perfectly fine.”

And you did, without a doubt, her body always warmer than a summer afternoon even on the coldest winter nights.

Warm hand joining your cold one, she intertwined your fingers and gently led you through the thick mass of trees – stride sure, as if she knew exactly where she was headed despite being in the middle of nowhere, miles and miles from home. The deeper she led you, the quieter it became until silence settled thick over the forest, the only sound remaining in the once chattering forest was the whistle of the wind wishing the trees a soft goodnight. When her steps finally ceased, it was so quiet you could hear Siyeon's heartbeat mingling with your own, as if you were the only two creatures awake in a world that was fast asleep.

“Here?” Your words echoed into the night.

“Here,” Siyeon confirmed, leg shaking and lower lip quivering. You'd never seen her this anxious before, or anxious at all really – save for her trembling, sputtered proposal that was nothing short of adorable. “Beautiful, isn't it?”

A little creepy, actually, but you'd never tell her that; nodding instead.

“We have some time, will you sit with me?” she offered, taking a seat atop the faded orange leaves.

“Time for what?” She only smiled, patting the ground beside her. You conceded, letting her wrap you in her embrace, your head finding solace on her shoulder. It was silent for a long moment, her lips briefly parting several times only to shut tight once more, as if she wanted to speak but couldn't find the right words to say. After the fourth time, you took her trembling hands in yours. “What is it, Siyeon?”

“You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, right?” There was a crack in her voice, a hint of fear in her whispered words.

“Of course. Why would I ever think that?”

“I don't know, I'm just... scared.” Her words quivered and you glanced up to see tears welling in her dark eyes.

You held her tighter. “Of what?”

“That I'll lose the best thing that's ever happened to me, that I'll lose you, darling.”

“Never. The only way you're getting rid of me is if you ask me to go.”

“Never,” she echoed, pressing a kiss atop your head. “That's the only way you'll get rid of me too, you know.” Silence greeted the air once more before she continued. “If you really want to, just say the word. I won't hesitate to go.”

You pouted, meeting her eyes. “Why would I do that? It almost sounds like you want me to...”

“No. Absolutely not. I'm just saying if you ever doubt me, if you're ever scared of me for even a moment... tell me to go, close your eyes and count to three and I'll be gone. I promise.”

“You're not making any sense, Siyeon...”

She smiled but the corner of her lip twitched, betraying her feeble facade. “It'll make sense soon.”

With that, she stood to face you once last time, bending down to wrap her jacket tighter around your shoulders and press her lips to yours until you were both breathless and even then, she hesitated to pull away, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ against your lips.

You didn't have a chance to respond, met with the cold visage of her back as she strode several paces in the opposite direction. You began to stand, intent on following, stopped only by a sharp and pleading, “Stay.”

Her head tilted back, eyes observing the sky with intent. Your gaze followed, watching the clouds pass the moon ever slow. When the final cloud disappeared, the ivory orb coming into perfect focus, a howl ripped through the air, freezing your body in place. It was only when the second howl followed that you realized the deafening noise had come from your own wife, face bathed in yellow light and eyes fixated on the full moon.

The hair on the back of your neck stood sharp as you watched her body transform into that of a beast – the outfit you picked out for her this morning torn to shreds as her bones popped and reshaped until she stood on all fours, her soft skin hidden beneath a thick layer of fur. A gasp left your lips and you slapped a hand over your mouth, heart nearly beating from the confines of your chest as a pair of golden eyes focused on you. She took a hesitant step forward, then another, gaze never leaving your vulnerable form.

Finally regaining control of your trembling body, you scrambled backward until your shoulders collided with one of the many towering trees, bark scraping the skin of your palms as you cowered against it. She stopped abruptly and you could have sworn you heard something akin to a whimper leave the beast's mouth. Your heart broke. Beneath the wolf was your wife, your Siyeon, the love of your life, after all.

It felt like an eternity passed, both of you studying, gauging the other before she drew near once more. You didn't move, breathe, react and she took notice, steps slow and steady, careful not to startle you again. When she was but a step away, you shut your eyes tight, head turning away.

One. And you remembered her words; telling you to turn her away, to tell her to go – and if you were being honest with yourself, you were tempted.

Two.

And you remembered the sadness in her eyes, her lips against yours, almost lingering too long, afraid that would be the last time.

Three.

And you remembered her promise to never hurt you, your promise to never let her go, and both of your promises of forever.

Eyes fluttering open, you met her downcast gaze, ready and waiting for those final words to leave your lips, to break her heart. Fidgeting with the ring around your finger, you mustered your fleeting courage, shaky voice nearly betraying you. “Don't go.” Golden eyes darted up, swirling with surprise and glimmering with hope. “You're not getting rid of me that easy.”

She hesitated a moment before lowering her head, almost as if she was bowing. A breathy giggle left your lips, breaking the tense atmosphere when you realized why. Placing your palm atop her head, you ran your fingers through the dark fur as if your hands were carding through thick locks of hair, as if Siyeon was curled up against your chest after a long day, begging you to help her fall asleep with a pout on her pretty lips, as if she was still the woman you knew and loved.

And she was.

“Thank you,” you whispered, burying your face in her neck, the soft hair tickling your cheek. “For trusting me enough to show me this side of you. I love you, Siyeon.”

She breathed deep, eyes fluttering shut as she nuzzled closer. No sound left her lips but you felt that you knew exactly what she would say in that moment, without missing a beat.

'I love you too, darling.'

[staycatcher]

Howdy, here is my ‘About’🧸❄️🌟

about ~blog~

previously: writenowskz 🌱🌿

Tag me in anything!!🤗 I’ll try to tag you in things too!!🥰

NOTE: I vibe check every single person who follows me!!

I’ll happily block (soft or hard also is depended on vibes)~ go ahead with me💓

General reasons for a block: thinspo/ED, empty blog (I think you’re a bot), rude / uncharitable, racism / racial fetishization, terf / transphobia, sexualize minors (obviously this includes celebrities / idols), yandere, also just ~vibes~

about ~me~

☀️goes by: Brewgie / Brewg

just a fake silly name😌🤠

pronouns: they/them/theirs & she/her/hers🍀

I prefer they/them but I do enjoy the occasional she/her as a treat

2001 liner -> 22

sexuality & gender: lesbian🌈✨

(my gender is non-binary n non-conforming n fluid, I don’t have a perfect label for it I’m ✨just a dyke✨)

I have dyslexia so you may need to be patient with me or have a high tolerance for errors!🎀

general shit: white, live in USA (mountain time~ [+1hr from pacific]), have a kitty named Bear🐻🌱, getting into video games n streaming👀

asstrology: Taurus sun☀️, Pisces moon🌙, Libra Rising☝🏻, Aries Venus💛

❄️shit I do: sometimes I make themes, moodboards & I post my art now on @brewgiesart, I make the occasional meme

Mostly tho I vibe n clog up notifications because for some god forsaken reason tumblr insisted on notifying besties on all my incomprehensible ramblings in the tags😔

I also used to write fic 3 years ago, I will no longer continue and will soon remove it all from my blog n will cross post it onto ao3 as an archive. I do not wish to be associated with it or talked to about it anymore.💗

~kpop~

(The italized are my biases & wreckers -> ! = bias / ult, & = bias wreckers/ equal if there’s no !, + = favs I just think are neat🥰💘)

☀️ult:

Stray Kids- Seungmin! & I.N. + Lee Know

Dreamcatcher- Siyeon! & JiU! & ot7

❄favs:

Day6- Youngk & Dowoon

Kard- Jiwoo!

💘reblog/post about/like:

Hyuna, Jamie, Eric Nam, Sunmi, Chungha, Taeyeon, Yena

Everglow- Onda! & Aisha + Sihyeon

Itzy- ot5

Tomorrow x Together- Taehyun & Yeonjun

(G)i-dle- Shuhua! & Minnie!

Nct & WayV- Jungwoo & Johnny & Ten & Doyoung & Mark & Yangyang & Winwin-

The Rose- Hajoon & Dojoon

Ateez- Jongho & Yunho & Hongjoong

Red Velvet- Seulgi! + Yeri

Twice- Jihyo & Jeongyeon + Chaeyoung + Tzyuyu + Mina

StayC- Sieun & Isa

Purple Kiss- Yuki & Swan + Chaein

Seventeen- The8! & Seungkwan & Hoshi

Shinee- Key & Taemin

❣️getting into:

DKB- Yuku! + Junseo

Le Sserafim- Kazuha! & Yunjin + Chaewon + Eunchae

New Jeans- Minji! + ot5

Ive- Liz & Gaeul + Yujin + Wonyoung

Rolling Quartz- Iree

I’m interested in even more this is just more about what I rb or post about~

Topp Dogg: B-joo & Hansol + Yano

I’m interested in even more!~ but those are who I post about & look at the most overall!~