#oh and ji’s little game too ^^

[ryescapades-archived]

finals are starting soon so i’m gonna have to put a hold on my writing for the next three weeks at least. for those who’d sent in a req for my 1k event, i hope you don’t mind waiting a bit longer 🙂‍↕️

[banananutmuffin28]

HCs on Squid Game Women Eating You Out

Featuring: No-Eul (Guard 011), Se-Mi (Player 380), Kang Sae-Byeok (Player 067), Ji-Yeong (Player 240), Hyun-Ju (Player 120).

Warnings: Smut [Obviously] A/N: Hey guys! I’m finally back :)

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No-Eul:

-This may be an unpopular opinion, but I’m at the firm belief that—despite her fierce-some looks—No-Eul is actually very inexperienced at eating pussy.

-In a world like North Korea, the poor woman’s only sexual experience was probably with her late husband.

-And, after she escaped, she had way bigger things to worry about than exploring her sexual orientation.

-However, while No-Eul doesn’t have much experience, that doesn’t mean she is terrible at eating you out.

-She is a fast learner, after all.

-In the beginning, she’ll slowly nibble your neck as her hands trail down your stomach.

-Of course, you whine, jutting your hips upward in a vain attempt to get her to speed up.

-She only slows down.

-No-Eul loves teasing you, loves watching you grow wetter and wetter as her hot mouth comes closer and closer to where you need her most.

-When her face gets to your clothed cunt, she’ll hesitate for just a moment before kissing your pussy. As you buck into her touch, No-Eul will drag down your underwear with her teeth.

-She’ll plant hot, wet kisses around your inner thighs, getting so close to your pussy but always avoiding it at the last minute.

-The teasing drives you insane.

-“P…please, No-Eul,” You’d beg, hands desperately gripped onto her hair.

-She only hums in response, and you can feel her smirk into your skin.

-When No-Eul finally pities you, she’ll latch onto your poor, swollen clit and start sucking and licking it eagerly.

-She’ll listen to your cues, stopping a few times to make sure you’re okay before she continues.

-No-Eul will run her tongue along your wet folds, collecting up your juices and savoring in your sweet little moans.

-She’s fucking good at using her mouth.

-As the two of you get intimate more and more frequently, No-Eul will always be attentive.

-She’ll take note of the little movements you make when you’re just about to cum so she can slow down and edge you.

-Oh, and she’s mean about it too.

-She’ll growl about how utterly needy and desperate you are for her, and revel in how much you just can’t function without her.

-It feeds into that obsessive side of her, that want to have you depend on her entirely.

-When you eventually cum, she’ll switch gears and overstimulate you instead, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re nothing but a pathetic, sobbing mess.

-“Please, no more!” You wail, drool dripping from your lips as No-Eul tongue fucks you silly.

-“Oh? Weren’t you just begging me to give you a release, baby?”

-No-Eul will demand that you cum on her face.

-She’s addicted to your taste and gets off of the fact that she’s the only one who is allowed to touch you this way.

-No-Eul will completely ruin your thighs, covering them with rough, bruising bites that you both know won’t heal for days.

-Of course, she won’t shrink on the aftercare. -After she becomes content or notices the slight sag in your shoulders, No-Eul will gently halt to a stop and scoop you up into her arms.

-She’s attentive, always asking you how well you enjoyed it and if she was ever too rough. If you’re up for it, No-Eul won’t mind running you a bath to soothe your aching muscles.

-If you’re too tired, then your girlfriend will give your forehead a few pecks and comb through your hair, letting you fall asleep in her arms.

-You will always feel her press light, feathery kisses on the marks she gives you.

-No-Eul loves you so fucking much.

Kang Sae-Byeok:

-As another North Korean defector, Sae-Byeok is also a little inexperienced in the beginning of your relationship.

-At first, she’s even a little hesitant as she doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you.

-Of course, once you get it through her head that she won't, Sae-Byeok is all over you.

- She takes her time, preferring to savor the feeling of you writhing under her touch.

-But, like No-Eul, she is quick to learn your body cues.

-And well…all that pent up sexual urges and frustrations needed to be released somewhere.

-In fact, eating you out is one of the few times where she really feels at peace

-Each hickey she leaves on you is a mark of possession. You’re her girlfriend, and Sae-Byeok isn’t shy in letting that fact be known.

-You're one of her few precious joys she still has.

-In a way, eating you out grounds Sae-Byeok, as it reminds her that you’re still here, alive and safe in her arms.

-Sae-Byeok wants to make you feel loved, wants to let you know how much she fucking cherishes you, and the sex reflects that.

-She’s hyper focused on your pleasure and slurps up your juices eagerly.

-The taste of your cum drives her insane.

-Whenever you orgasm, her strong hands will press your thighs together, pinning your sex right up against her face.

-Sae-Byeok loves it when you cum on her face.

-She absolutely adores how you just turn into puddy in her hands.

-When Sae-Byeok has her fill, she'll pat your head and make sure you're okay.

-There’s a 50/50 chance that she’ll flip the position so that her hips rest over your neck, her cunt just inches away from your face.

-Sae-Byeok won't wipe her smirk off her face as she rides your mouth.

-It’s only fair that you return the favor, after all.

Se-Mi:

-You can’t look at me and say Se-Mi doesn’t know how to eat pussy.

-She’s a fucking expert at it.

-Se-Mi likes to take her time, preferring to slowly take her time dragging her tongue to your swollen clit.

-She’s a little bit of a sadist; of course she loves watching you squirm.

-But, just because she prefers to go slow doesn’t mean the girl can’t bring you to an orgasm in mere minutes.

-If you’re being especially bratty and tease Se-Mi while you’re out in public—Be prepared.

-The second you two get home she’s going to shove you against the nearest wall and slide her fingers into your soaked cunt.

“Such a dirty brat,” She’d sneer, tongue glancing at your pink ears. “Did you really think I’d let you get away with that?”

-Se-Mi would force you onto your knees and bend you over so that she could see how utterly wet you were for her.

-She’ll skip the foreplay—not like you needed any to begin with—and start tongue fucking your pretty little hole.

-Se-Mi will alternate between swirling her tongue around your folds and licking your clit, making you cum over and over again.

-Unless you yell out your safe word, she won’t stop until your cheeks are wet with tears and your throat is hoarse from screaming her name.

“Stop complaining, you little slut. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

-The piercing on her tongue makes her tongue fucking even more mind numbing.

-Sometimes, she’ll purposefully rub the piercing against your hole, just to heat you whimper.

-When she has had her fun, Se-Mi will finally pull away and pick you up, carrying you over to your shared bed.

-Se-Mi will get you water, a warm towel, snacks, and anything else you might need. If you try to get up from the bed, she’ll be quick to stop you.

“Shhh, my Princess deserves to be spoiled. Lay back down, sweetheart.”

-You’ll pretend to pout, but you and Se-Mi both know you love being pampered.

-And as you lay there in the sleep, waiting for sleep to take you, you’ll see a brief glimpse of Se-Mi licking off the last bits of your juices from her face.

-“Fuck, baby, you taste delicious.”

Ji-Yeong

-After Ji-Yeong had been released from jail, she went through a brief relapse period where she would enter random college parties to have sex with the first girl she’s see.

-She was so desperate to feel something, anything that she would jump on the opportunity to feel pleasure.

-And, what better Fuck You would it be to her POS father’s memory than to go around drinking in frat houses with an arm slung around a girl?

-So, when you and her fuck, she's more than capable in bringing you over the edge.

-Ji-Yeong is playful. Her lips will quirk up whenever you moan as she licks at just that spot. Sometimes, she'll chuckle, the vibrations buzzing your wet core.

-It is not uncommon for her to briefly stop her ministrations to quip at you cheekily.

-Of course, she ducks back between your legs before you can whack her head.

-Ji-Yeong will more than make up for it by latching her skilled mouth onto your clit.

Hyun-Ju

-Oh this poor, poor girl.

-Prior to her transition Hyun-Ju never had sex with other women.

-It didn't feel right to her, as if she was somehow lying to them with her mere presence.

-Even after her transition, she would still distance herself from other women.

-But then, she met you.

-The first time she went down on you, she was nervous, terrified that she would disappoint you or that you would see her naked body and change your mind last minute.

-But, she would slowly ease into it and her nerves would eventually settle.

-Hyun-Ju prefers to use her fingers, but when she eats you out, she’s very gentle.

-In a way, she almost worships your pussy.

-Hyun-Ju loves lapping up your juices. She loves the taste of you.

-She’s well aware of the callouses on her hands and enjoys using her fingers to pump her fingers in and out while her tongue explores your labia.

-If you grab her hair, that’s a sure fire way to get her to go faster.

-(She loves her head being crushed by your thighs. It’s her dirty little secret).

[spookyji]

cherry red. p.js

(nsfw + mdni) i jus want him he can fix me

thinking about how delicious jisung looks when he’s gaming on chenle’s playstation, sitting comfortably on the couch without thinking too much about it, no, not thinking at all about how he’s manspreading, soft dick bulge visible through his sweats and his lips parted a little ‘cause he’s focused on his game, long fingers wrapped around the controller when all you want is them clenching your hair when you suck him off, hmm? and when he’s not paying any attention, muttering something under his breath something related to the game. “oh, hi,” jisung mumbles when you sit next to him, without taking his eyes off the screen, and god, he’s just so pretty, so unaware of how you’re going to need a little more attention than that.

“oh—!” the ps5 controller near falling out of his hands, a cherry red blush spreading to his ears, jisung’s even prettier when you startle him, hand looking so small when you’re palming him through his sweats, leaning into his shoulder and centimeters away from his face, feeling his quickened breathing on your lips when he turns, flushed and unable to form the right words, his breath hitching when you rub your hand against his bulge, feeling his dick twitch, stiffening beneath your fingers and his big hand grabbing your wrist ‘cause he’s so flustered, not wanting you to stop but god, if he doesn’t stop you, he’s gonna get so hard. “ji, you’re ’s pretty,” you whisper, his shy, nervous gaze following you as you move to kneel between his spread legs, lips so close to his bulge and he’s getting a dizzy ‘cause jisung doesn’t know what to think, except that you’re looking at the tent in his sweats a little too much and he’s hard now and he’s embarrassed!

“w-what if they se— nngh—“ jisung whines, watching you tug down his sweats and boxers a little, your fingers wrapping around the veiny shaft of his cock, his dick’s so pretty, all flushed at the tip nd he’s so big, jisung’s lips parted with pants as he whimpers, fuck, he could cum with just the sight of your small hands on his dick, “so what?” you mumble, muffled a little by the way you give his tip a tentative lick. god forbid a girl gives her boyfriend some head, especially when he’s cute like jisung.

your hands pumping his length where your mouth can’t reach, sucking him with your lips around his cock, spit glistening as you bob your head, low whimpers and whines slipping freely from his throat as jisung’s hands grip your hair, before pushing your head down roughly the way he likes to, he just can never get enough of your warm, wet mouth sucking him off, hmm? low sounds of his game playing in the background but he’s all but forgotten it, a little too absorbed in trying not to cum in under a minute, but jisung just can’t help it, feels so much better than his pillow or his hand, seeing stars when your tongue slides over his veins.

clumsily muffling his moans when he cums, creamy ropes dripping out from between your lips, a deep groan sounding when he sees you swallow his cum, licking up white from your lower lip and fingers wiping away his cum off your chin, jisung blushing so hard he feels too warm, all dizzy with his orgasm. “mmph— p-please–!” jisung gasps, when you suck his sensitive tip, tasting his cum on your tongue,, feeling him thrust into your mouth so sloppily even though he’s so sensitive,, no, it’s not enough to suck him off just once, you’d suck him off even if he was soft.

i needed to write it or else i was going to explode into jisung gremlin bits anyways back to studying stats

[mashtatosworld]

lover boys (5)

summary: sending your partner a sexy text prank

[GD, TOP, D-LITE]

Kwon Jiyong (GD)

Jiyong had never known true suffering until this moment.

He was horny.

Frustrated.

And ignored.

His phone burned in his grip, and every single unanswered call just mocked him.

It was past midnight, and he was stuck at this never-ending music video shoot, running on caffeine and fumes. The director was talking about re-shooting a scene, but he hadn't paid attention since your name lit up his phone.

[My Jagi] thinking about you

[My Jagi] what if I slipped my underwear off rn?

[My Jagi] you'd never know

[My Jagi] unless I just show you

Jiyong had stared at his screen.

His brain short-circuited.

His throat went dry.

His fingers twitched.

A beat of pure, filthy anticipation hit him like a truck.

His pulse skyrocketed.

Oh, shit.

Oh, fucking yes.

You were out clubbing tonight with your friends, dressed in that tiny little black dress he already told you was dangerous. And now you were thinking about him like that?

His body reacted immediately.

His grip on the phone tightened as he licked his lips, thumbs flying across the screen.

[Jiyong] Jagi… don’t play with me.

[Jiyong] Send it.

[Jiyong] Right now.

He hit send and waited.

Nothing.

He saw the little 'read' notification pop up.

No response.

His jaw clenched.

His knee bounced aggressively. He ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, suddenly too hot, too tense, too ready.

Okay. Fine.

He hit FaceTime.

Declined.

Jiyong blinked.

Oh, you were not about to do this.

He called again. Declined.

Once more.

Declined.

Jiyong exhaled sharply, rubbing his face, frustrated and painfully hard.

[Jiyong] Why aren’t you answering??

[Jiyong] Jagi you know what you do to me.

[Jiyong] Jagi

[Jiyong] JAGIYA

[Jiyong] PICK UP PLEASE JAGIYA

His crew was looking at him funny now, because he was barely holding it together.

The director called for him.

"Hyung, we’re ready for the next - "

"I need a break."

"…What?"

"FIVE MINUTES." Jiyong was already jogging off set, fisting his hands through his hair.

Door. Slammed. Locked.

He immediately called you again.

You. Finally. Answered.

"Thank god," he exhaled roughly, one hand already on his belt, unbuckling.

Your giggle only made things worse.

"Switch to FaceTime," he ordered, fumbling with the zip of his trousers. "Your reception must be terrible, I’ve been trying to call you - You know what? It’s fine. All I need is your voice, baby."

Your giggles continued, light and teasing.

"Ji…"

"Just talk to me, hmm? Keep me company while I - "

"It was just a prank!"

Jiyong froze.

His hands stopped moving.

His chest rose and fell heavily, eyes narrowing as he processed what you just said.

"…What?" His voice was deadly.

You giggled again, like this was some kind of game.

"I was just thinking about you while waiting for my friend in the bathroom," you admitted, voice still so sweet, so innocent, like you hadn’t just ruined his high.

Jiyong stared blankly at the wall.

His entire body was hot, tense, throbbing, and ready to explode.

"You…" His voice dropped to a low growl. "You were just pranking me?"

"Mhm."

He inhaled deeply, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter.

"Okay…" His voice was dangerously calm. "But… can we have phone sex right now?"

"Jiyong! You're supposed to be working."

He groaned and tipped his head forward, hair falling onto his forehead.

"Baby, please. I can’t go back out there like this. You did this to me. Take responsibility."

"No way," you laughed. "Get back to work!"

He sighed dramatically, raking a hand through his hair.

"But I can’t leave this bathroom right now...Like this."

You giggled again, and he swore he was going to lose his damn mind.

"Okay, fine, I can help with that," you hummed, suddenly switching to a sweet, soothing tone.

He perked up again, readying himself.

"Think of… my dad."

Jiyong face scrunched up. Had he heard you correctly?

"Do - do you mean me?"

"Jiyong! No! Stop thinking like that. Oh, oh, wait, I forgot to tell you that I crashed the lambo the other day."

"Huh?"

"Oooh okay, this is a good one... do you remember that one time you saw Youngbae in a thong - "

"FUCK - NO! No, no, no - " Jiyong slapped a hand over his face, groaning in agony. "Oh Jagi why..."

You cackled.

He exhaled slowly, finally feeling himself calm down.

"Okay," he said smoothly, composing himself. "I’m ending this shoot early and picking you up."

"What? Ji - "

"Nothing's better than the real thing anyway."

And then he hung up

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Seunghyun (TOP)

The dinner party was elegant.

Classy.

Polished.

Everything about the atmosphere demanded propriety - low lighting, soft music, the occasional tinkling of a champagne flute against crystal.

And then there was him.

Seunghyun stood across the room in a fitted suit, laughing softly at something someone had just said. One hand in his pocket, his posture lazy and elegant, while the other nursed a glass of wine. He looked unreal - like sin disguised in sophistication.

And he knew it.

You’d been keeping things quiet between you two.

For now.

Late nights. Shared cars. Rooms booked under fake names.

There was something deliciously addictive about the secrecy.

About knowing that no one else at this party had a clue that the two of you had practically torn each other's clothes off in the backseat of his car just last week.

And tonight? He hadn’t even said a word to you yet.

Just watched.

Every time you caught his eye across the room - which was often - it was like he was touching you without moving an inch.

Like he could feel the heat under your dress with just a glance. The way his tongue ran slowly across the inside of his cheek was obscene.

And he knew it.

So you decided to push the game further.

Sliding your phone discreetly under the table, you typed a message:

[My Princess] Thinking about the last time you touched me...

[My Princess] I still have the marks to remember

You hit send. Sat back. Watched.

He didn’t move.

He kept talking, eyes lazily flicking back to you like he could hear your thoughts. He wasn’t even reaching for his phone. Not even a glance.

You crossed your legs slowly, letting your heel dangle just enough to catch his attention again. Then, when he locked eyes with you for the tenth time, you gave him the subtlest little signal - a nod toward the phone in your hand.

Still nothing.

Instead, he excused himself from the conversation and walked straight across the room, every step deliberate and slow, his expression unreadable - except for the heat in his eyes.

He stopped beside your chair, leaned down low enough that only you could hear him, and said with a quiet, deep rasp,

“From the way you’ve been looking at me tonight… I think I already know what you want.”

Your pulse fluttered in your throat.

“I sent you a message,” you murmured, squeezing the device in your hand,.

He smiled - and it wasn’t a kind one.

“I’ll save that for later,” he said, straightening his cuff like he wasn’t about to do something reckless. “I want to see something else right now.”

You blinked. “Right now?”

He smirked and cocked his head towards the door.

And then you were slowly following him - heels clicking through the hallway like a warning bell - until the two of you slipped through the door of a sleek, dimly lit guest bathroom.

The lock clicked.

His hands were on you immediately.

“You think you can just sit there, looking at me,” he whispered against your neck, lips dragging fire across your skin. “Like I wouldn’t come take you?”

You didn’t have time to reply before his mouth was on yours, hungry and possessive, while his fingers found the hem of your dress and dragged it up your thighs with purpose.

He groaned at the feel of lace beneath, low and guttural, pressing against you like he might lose control right there.

It was a blur - heat, hands, soft gasps, the dull thud of your back against the door. Seunghyun was always gentle in public but in private...

He ruined you.

By the time he laid a final kiss to the corner of your mouth and straightened your dress, his breath was heavy and slow, lips flushed, and hair just slightly disheveled.

His fingers grazed your thighs one last time before he bent and pocketed something with a smirk.

You looked down - your panties were gone.

“Souvenir,” he murmured.

You gave him a lazy, smug smile. “What about the message?”

He pulled out his phone and tapped the screen. “Oh, I'm saving that for later too,” he said casually, slipping it back in his pocket.

And when you both walked back into the party - a little flushed, a little dishevelled - no one said a thing.

But Seunghyun?

He kept one hand in his pocket the whole night, two fingers grazing the lace of your panties and the memory of what he’d just done… already counting down the minutes until he could drag you into his bed and read your message - with you under him this time.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Daesung (D-Lite)

You sent the text as a joke. Half teasing, half playful flirt - the kind of thing meant to fluster him.

[My Baby] i miss your smile

[My Baby] also your mouth

[My Baby] mostly your tongue xx

You hadn’t expected much. Maybe a flustered reply, a few emojis, or one of his classic babyyyy voice notes.

But Daesung?

He took it seriously.

Like romance movie seriously.

While you were out grabbing drinks with friends, the man went into full preparation mode. You had no idea - you were sipping cocktails and laughing with your phone tucked away in your bag. Meanwhile, at home, Daesung was setting the scene.

Candles lined the hallway. Soft music playing from the speakers. Clean sheets, freshly fluffed pillows, dimmed lights. He even sprayed your favourite pillow mist on the bed.

By the time everything was set, he’d changed into his comfiest grey tee and sweatpants - the ones you always reached for when he wasn’t home - and laid on the couch to wait.

He sent you a quick response, eagerly staring at his phone screen for your answer.

[Dae] I'm waiting whenever you're ready baby

Except... you were taking a little longer than expected.

An hour passed. Then another.

He checked his phone for notifications from you. Then again.

Still no response.

Then he curled up under the throw blanket, watching the front door with keen eyes. Still determined. Still hopeful.

By the time you finally stepped into the house - heels in hand, hair a little windblown from the night air - you were greeted by flickering candlelight and music.

Your heart stuttered.

“...Dae?” you called out gently.

No answer.

You peeked around the corner and found him curled up on the couch, fast asleep, arms tucked under his head.

You blinked, suddenly remembering the message you’d sent hours earlier.

“Oh dear…”

Quietly, you walked over, kneeling beside him as your fingers brushed a soft strand of hair off his forehead.

He stirred a little, eyes fluttering open.

“You’re home,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Wait... you're home!”

He sat up suddenly, blinking away tired eyes as he hurriedly struggled to yank his shirt over his head.

You smiled and admired his sculpted body flexing with the erratic movement. “Wow, you really set the mood, huh?”

"I had candles." He cast a quick glance to the melted wax. They were burning low now, lighting the room with a dim golden glow.

“Oh no. No, no, no - ” he whispers, standing and sweeping his hair back with a frustrated groan. “I was gonna surprise you, babe, I swear I had it all planned - ”

You laugh, standing to meet him, fingers brushing his bare chest. “You fell asleep with the candles lit? You’re lucky this house is still standing.”

He pouts, gaze sheepish. “I didn't mean to fall asleep...”

“I know,” you say softly, eyes trailing across his torso, the faint tan lines, the dip of muscle that disappears beneath his sweats. “You've been so exhausted lately."

He leans in, arms winding around your waist as he buries his face in your neck.

His voice is thick with sleep.

“I can still salvage it. Give me five seconds - just need to light the other candle again and maybe take my pants off, or yours - ”

“Hey,” you cut in, fingers sliding under his chin to tilt his gaze back to yours, “I can see you’re tired, baby.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you silence it with a slow press of your lips.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

Daesung stills - brows drawn slightly together, always the giver, always the one chasing your breath, your sighs, your high - but the way your voice dips low with promise, the way your hands skim his hips with purpose…

It’s enough to have him melt, breathing out a quiet, “Yeah… okay.”

He lets you take his hand and guide him to the bedroom.

And maybe he fell asleep on his big plan.

But this - you, pulling his sweats down with reverence and climbing into his lap like you’ve waited all night just to wreck him softly -

This is better than anything he could’ve ever prepared.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

for the amazingly wonderful @infinetlyforgotten im sorry its taken me so longgg my lovely 😮‍💨

i dont usually write sexy texts so i was STUMPED 🤣 but please enjoy and let me know if you want me to re-do it!

love mash xxx

taglist: @petersasteria, @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull , @gdinthehouseee , @infinetlyforgotten , @redhoodedtoad , @kathaelipwse , @lxvemaze , @loveesiren , @sherrayyyyy , @getyoassoutthetrunk , @shieraseastarrs , @ctrldivinev , @xxxicddbr88 , @onyxmango , @tryingtolivelifeblog , @tulentiy , @bettelaboure , @breakmeoff , @emmiesoverthemoon , @rafesbunniebby , @ricecake9999 , @fleabagspurplewife , @sylviavf , @ldydeath , @wonyluvi

[mountquokka]

Hii!! Can u please write a jisung smut where while u both are doing it the members walk in the dorm and u both are trying to be quiet but jisungs making it hard and when u both leave the room skz tease u<33 I love ur writing♥️💝💗

We gotta stay Quiet

Han Jisung X fem!reader

Word count: 873

Warnings: jumps right into smut, dom Jisung, sub reader, no protection (no), teasing from other members, nicknames (mamas, baby), poor innie gets traumatized for a moment, let me know if I missed any

Taglist <3: @hongjoongtime117 @lee-sang1625 @wontini

Thank you so much for the request🥹 I really appreciate it 🫶🏽

“Fuck Ji~ that feels so good.”

The sound of the headboard banging against the wall echoes throughout the empty dorms. “Yeah? It feels good when I pound into you like this?” You moan his name as he continues to thrust into you. “Yes! Yes it feels so good~” Jisung sneaks his hand down and rubs your clit and you nearly scream. “Are you getting close mamas? You’re clenching me so tight” You whimper and nod.

Before Jisung gets a chance to let you cum, you hear the front door. You both pause for a second before Jisung starts to slowly start thrusting into you. Your eyes widen and you try and stop his hips. He grabs your wrist and holds it above your head. “Ji, we aren’t alone anymore. They’ll catch us” “Not if we stay quiet.” He smirks and starts his thrusts up again.

You slap your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Jisung brings his mouth down to your breast to muffle his own groans. “Your clenching me even tighter than before baby. Do you like the idea of the guys catching us?” You moan a little too loud, hoping they didn’t hear you from the other side of the door. 

“Did you guys hear that?” Jeongin says to the others. “What did you hear Innie?” Seungmin asks as Jeongin follows where he thinks he heard the sound and stops in front of Jisung’s door. Once he gets there he hears that same sound again but a little louder. His eyes widen when he realizes what’s happening. He slowly walks back over like he’d seen a ghost and sits on the couch. “Are you ok? What did you hear?” Chan asked slightly worried. He points the guys over to the Jisung’s door. “H-Han-Hannie. He- He… Oh my god” They all go over to the door and press their ears to it wait for what ever Jeongin heard.

“JI! FUCK~!”

“You gotta be quiet mamas, we don’t need them to hear us”

“I’m sorry, it just feels so good”

“Yeah you like that baby? I can tell you’re close. Cum for me baby”

All the guys look at each other in shock. Hyunjin and Changbin start snickering to each other as they head back to the living room area. “There’s no way that just happened” “Right you would think they would’ve stopped when we came in. Poor Innie is scarred now.” Changbin and Hyunjin continue to laugh. “Alright guys cut it out” Chan face palms.

After you and Jisung released, you cleaned up and cuddled for a while. When you both decided to get something to snack on, you both get up and head to the kitchen. Some of the guys were sitting in the living room, some also in the kitchen. “Hey guys what’s up?” Jisung asked acting completely normal. “Nothing much just chilling. What were you guys up to?” Felix says trying to hide a smirk. You and Jisung look at each other and simultaneously say “nothing” Hyunjin bursted into laughter from the kitchen “that didn’t sound like nothing to me” “Ji Fuck!” Changbin continues from the living room. You feel your cheeks heat up; so they were able to hear us. “We were just playing a game and I was beating her” More laughter. This time Lee know and Seungmin joining in. “Oh I bet you were beating her REAL good” Lee know chuckles. “What was the game? Who can leave more hickeys on the other?”  Seungmin said smugly. Even more laugher. Jeongin join in this time. Chan trying his hardest not to laugh.

You hide your face in the side of Jisung. “Ok guys, you can stop now. You’re embarrassing her” Felix comes over to the two of you and gives you a side hug “You know we're just messing around. It's all out of love, isn’t that right mamas” The guys start laughing again, even harder this time. You smack Felix’s chest as he makes his way back to the kitchen. “Are you all done yet?” The laughter dies down a little before someone snickers and they start laughing all over again.

“Ok ok that’s enough. Isn’t it obvious we’re not making them feel good?” Chan says before he bursts into laughter and the others join in again. “Ji make them stop, I can’t take anymore teasing.” He couldn’t either, he pulls you back into his room all the laughter fading in the background.

“Are you ok baby?” You nod your head “ Yeah I’m ok, I just couldn’t handle all the teasing.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m sorry Y/N. I should’ve just stopped when the door opened. Stupid horny brain” “Hey it’s ok, I’m glad you didn’t stop. I think that was the hardest I came in a while.” Jisung smirks “Oh really? Should we do it again? Maybe I can get you to squirt this time.” You smack Jisung’s chest “I already can’t handle the teasing right now and you’ll make it even worse you pabo” “ok ok, but you are ok right?” You pull his face towards yours and peck his lips “Yes I’m ok, just tell Felix to never call me mamas ever again” Jisung chuckles and nods “Ok I’ll tell him.”

[thanosscross]

Baby - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader Part 3 Smut

Summary: After months of being together, everytime you sleep together it feels just like the first time still, but Seung Hyun throws a twist in this time

Warnings: Smut, lots of smut

Seven and a half months, that's how long it had been since Seong Hyun asked you to be his girlfriend, and while you were both reserved in public, you didn't hold back in the bedroom, as more time passed though, the more you learned about your lover, that in reality, the big ego, cocky, outgoing Seung Hyun was just for show, in reality, your boyfriend was basically a big teddy bear, one of the first males you met that was actually in touch with his feelings and fears, and wasn't afraid to admit it. He was your everything at the moment, you both came dependent on each other while still keeping to your independent natures, you could go days without seeing each other, but neither of you would really sleep well or truly relax until you were together again.

"Seung hyun" You whined, desperately trying to wake him up, it was a Saturday, meaning you both had the day free of any responsibilities, and while you had planned a day with your boyfriend, it seemed he had other plans of sleeping all morning. You couldn't lie though, he looked adorable laying curled up under his fluffy comforter, not to mention relaxed and peaceful, sighing you just climbed out of bed in defeat "Fine, I'll be back at noon" You threatened kissing his forehead gently, he just turned away tiredly, pulling the stuffed animal he had used as a pillow with him. You rolled your eyes giggling to yourself as you made your way out of the room looking around for anybody who was awake. "Bo-mi!" You heard the boys shouting in chorus, you just raised your eyebrows at them in confusion "Oh! y/n! We thought you were Seung hyun" Dae-Sung apologized sheepishly, blushing softly "You're fine, you guys are pretty too" You offered with a smile before making your way to the kitchen to get your morning (coffee or tea, just your choice of morning drink). Walking back with the mug, you sat next to Ji-yong glancing at the game they were playing on the tv.

You ended up playing with them for a good two hours before you all just ended up talking, it started out sweet, them complimenting you on how much you've changed Seung Hyun to where he's been a little more outgoing with things, you complimenting them on how hard they've been working lately, until they started interrogating you. "We never you see you anymore!" Ji-yong groaned "Seung Hyun stole you!" Dae-sung added, you laughed loudly hiding your face in your blanket you had wrapped around your body "He's my boyfriend!" You giggled loudly before looking towards him again "We miss you!" Tae-yung agreed crossing his arms "I miss you guys! But I practically live here! I'm right down the hall" You giggled, you could feel your face heating up as they continued "Don't think we can't hear what's happening in there! Oooo Seung hyun!" Ji-Yong teased mocking your words from the other night, whenever you thought you both were alone.

You squealed hiding your face again "Leave me alone! We're literally together! and adults!" You argued giggling loudly before looking to them "You all wouldn't understand, you're children" You giggled, they gasped at your comment before jumping and screaming out whenever they heard your boyfriend cough from the hallway "If I remember right it was, yesss, seung hyun" He stated making his way tiredly to you "You said you'd be back at noon" He frowned, you smiled at him, trying to hide the fact you were extremely flustered by the others knowledge of what exactly you sound like during sex. "Sorry, the boys are upset they don't see me as much" You giggled, Seung Hyun taking his rightful spot next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you tightly "They live with you?" He questioned before catching on laughing "Oh my!...you know..you guys are more than welcome to invite her to game or hangout, you just don't" He chuckled, you agreed, resting your head on his shoulder, only now realizing he had no shirt on, Not wanting to put him on the spot about his new found confidence you just smiled even wider hugging him "Not whenever you steal her!" Dae-sung whined, Seung Hyun just smirked "What you mean like this?" He asked before scooping you up with ease rushing to your bedroom, you screamed holding onto him tightly, not liking the fact he was running around corners with you in his arms.

As you got back into your room he smirked at you "Oh god, what do you want, my love?" You asked resting your hands on the base of his neck, admiring his eyes as he slowly lowered you down to your feet "You look really good in my clothes" He whispered stepping closer to you "You look really good with no shirt" You complimented, your words brought a bright pink hue to his cheeks as he blushed "You had my shirt" He protested shyly, you just shook your head giggling kissing him softly, Seung Hyun had other thoughts, taking the back of your neck in his hand as he pressed his lips against yours needier and rougher than you did. You just placed your hands in his hair, his other arm going around your waist to pull you closer to him if possible. "What has gotten into you?" You teased as he pushed you down onto the bed "You have changed me" He growled against your neck, you tilted your head to the side allowing him more access as he continued "I feel..more myself with you, you let me live my life while still being a big part of it, you know just what to say, you're perfect" He whispered, you just now realizing his lips were pressed against your jaw "You're so sweet, but I didn't change anything, you did that, Seung Hyun" You smiled, moaning softly whenever he started to leave a trail of hickeys across your neck "See? Just what to say" He smirked against your skin, before pulling away to make eye contact with you "I love you" He said, causing you to stare at him in shock, you watched the emotions run over his face "I love you too" You finally found yourself saying looking into his dark eyes, his smirk returned before you pressed your lips to his.

Gasping as Seung Hyun lined himself up with your entrance, you glanced up to look at him, his eyes were trained between the two of you, more concerned about getting everything right so he didn't hurt you. You slowly raised a hand to his cheek, tilting his head slightly to look at you "You're okay" You smiled, nodding a bit before leaning up kissing him deeply, Seung Hyun took that as his sign to ahead, pushing his dick fully in, bottoming out before he brought his hands to your face, cupping his cheeks as he kissed you deeply.

It didn't matter how many times you guys fucked each other, it would always take you both by surprise, Seung Hyun groaned quietly panting against your lips as he slowly started thrust his hips, You weren't doing much better to compose yourself, running your nails down his back and chest, trying your best to stifle your moans so your eavesdropping roommates wouldn't hear. "gongjunim, baby, easy" He groaned against your lips, it wasn't that it hurt him, he just didn't want to cum this early, not only would it be embarrassing, but he also wanted to savor the feeling before he had a whole new week of writing and recording. You turned your hands from his back to his hands, which he quickly used the advantage to pin them above your head, interlacing your fingers together as the speed of his hips thrusting increased, you whimpered loudly wrapping your legs around his hips, his hand finding it's way to your clit, rubbing a mixture of circles and figure eights against it, pulling away from your lips, he leaned back, getting a full view of you underneath him.

Feeling conscious of everything on your body settled over you as you noticed Seung Hyun's staring, you bit your lip, looking away from his gaze "Baby..look at me" He whispered, resting his free hand on your stomach as his thrusts slowed, whimpering as his dick basically slammed in and out of you. Slowly you looked over to meet his gaze "You're breathtaking my love, just like the most beautiful waterfalls, the most expelling art piece, just like the beauty of true unfiltered pure art, and it's all mine" He whispered, you wanted to giggle, even as he basically taking away your ability to properly walk for the next day, he still finds a way to be as charming as possible. "I love you Seung Hyun" You giggled, pulling him closer to press your lips against his hungrily, between his fingers on your clit and him inside of you, you were desperate to cum, but his speed was like a constantly tease, bringing you to the edge before ripping it away. "Fucking Please Seung Hyun" You moaned, growing frustrated with his teasing antics you threw your head back "Huh?" He teased, smirking, you rolled your eyes, of course, you had done it once before, as a joke, and of course he wanted you to do it again. "I'm not doing that" You giggled "Please just actually fuck me, baby" You asked, purposely pitching your voice lower with a slight seductive tone, Seung Hyun squeezed your hip tightly, not liking the reaction his body had to your voice. He just persisted, only now his lips were attached to your nipple, swirling his tongue to match the movements of his fingers on your clit, you whined loudly, cheeks growing hot with a blush, of course he had to think one of your cringiest jokes was hot.

"Please fuck me, Top, I swear I know all the words to your songs, you're so fucking hot- God damnit please!" You whined, your tone going from annoyed to just frustrated, he just seemed to find enjoyment in your neediness and frustration. "I guess" He smirked against your skin, pulling his lips off with a pop, replacing them with his hand that wasn't between your legs. "Just remember, whenever your legs hurt later, you wanted it this badly" He teased before moving his hips at a pace you swear you had never felt before, you couldn't stop the moan that was pulled from your lips as you arched your back, his fingers increasing their speed on your clit as well. You ran your hands down his back, feeling it arch under your touch, you whimpered as he groaned against your collarbone, trying to stay mindful of the headboard not smacking against the wall.

As you got closer to your orgasm you felt Seung Hyun move your legs slightly higher on his waist, his hand going right back to your nipples after words "I'm not cumming until you do, Gongjunim" He grunted, you just squeezed his shoulders tightly in reply, knowing if he kept up with the abuse on your clit you'd definitely fall apart soon. Before Seung Hyun could say anything else you pulled his lips to yours, desperate to try and muffle your moans any ways you could, your legs squeezing tightly around his waist as your pussy squeezing his cock even tighter if possible. Seung Hyun moaned himself for the first time with you, tilting his head down as he dropped to his elbow propping him up "That's it baby, use me for anything you need" He whispered leaving a final hickey right above your left nipple, you whimpered loudly as you came around him, Seung Hyun waited a moment to catch his breath before grabbing your hips, groaning, still in love with the fact your hips fit perfectly in his hands. You bit your lip looking up at him, this time as he looked between the two of you, he had a different look in his eyes, he bit his lip as he started his pace again, this time alot more sloppy, he felt like he was about to explode, somehow harder than he had been in months, and the way you felt around him wasn't helping the situation, the closer he got to cumming, the worse it got. Noticing his pace starting to falter, you placed a hand on his chest pushing slightly to roll the both of you, positioning yourself to straddle him, you started to roll your hips against his. His grip on your hips tightened as his head fell back "Fuck, please don't stop, baby" He begged, his tone pitched slightly higher "Why would I stop, my love? You look fucking amazing like this" You asked pressing soft butterfly kisses down his jawline and neck, leaving hickeys as soon as you got to his collarbone, knowing that they needed to be hidden in order for him not to be in trouble.

Seung Hyun never realized how hot it'd be to have you on top, especially while having you try to boost his confidence, but here you were and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his cock even harder if possible. "Fuck! Fuck! Baby I'm so close" He groaned sitting up to bring your lips to his for a very sloppy kiss, a mixture of tongue and teeth connecting as you copied your previous movement, squealing as he dug his nails into your hips, holding them where they were, his hips lifting up to meet yours as he started to cum, you kissed him deeper as you felt the warm liquid spill into you. After a few minutes, Seung Hyun slowly shifted to lay you onto the bed and pull out of you, much to your dismay, you let him, not without giving him one last short kiss. "I swear..everytime is like the first time" He panted as he hid his face in the curve of your neck, you trailed your nails over the back of his hairline and down his neck, feeling him slowly catch his breath, you couldn't shake the thought you had the entire time Seung Hyun said I love you. "Baby?..are you okay?" His deep voice pulled you from your thoughts "I'm amazing..trust me..but..did you mean what you said?.." You asked nervously, now twisting his messy hair in-between your fingers "That I love you?" He asked, almost like he could read your mind, you just hummed in agreement "Of course I meant it, I wouldn't ever say something to you that I don't mean" He said, leaning away to be able to look you in the eyes "I love you, Y/n, You make me feel like a good..happy person" He smiled softly, pressing a gently kiss to your forehead "I love you too, then" You smiled, before starting to sit up "Shower with me?" You offered, he just smirked standing up offering his hand out to you, taking a moment to admire how truly amazing he looked naked. "Oh Y/nnn.." He called out in a teasing tone "You like?" He smirked turning to face you to pull you up out of bed "I very very much like, sir" You replied, placing your hands on his chest as you walked him backwards into the bathroom.

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You like? No seriously though, I tried my best but everything today kept snapping me out of the zone, so I apologize it's not my usual smutty work

[princessmaeee]

Hi!!! May I request a GD x Fem!Reader, inspired by the skit where he played a villain/mob boss. Reader is there with him and the guys at the variety show, enjoying herself as she watches the guys play the silly games and loving how adorable her Ji-Yong is. But then she sees him come out and act all tough, her breath catches. Just when she thinks her bf can’t get any hotter. The others see her reaction and tease her relentlessly but she’s only got eyes for her man and his incredibly acting skills. How does he react when he learns that she’s all flustered by him acting all tough & possessive?

Villains Are Hots

Author's note : Hiii Sweety, thank you for the Request And sorry for the Wait ! I tried to search for G-Dragon Acting as villain. I found things, but I'm not sure If what I came with was exaclty what you wanted but I did my best ! I hope You will Enjoy it ! ♥

You were invited to a Variety show with all the other members of Big Bang and also Taeyang’s Wife, Min Hyo-Rin. The public knows you and the Leader, Ji Yong, are dating for almost a Year now and GD publicly said some weeks ago how serious this relationship is. You were more than happy he finally told you about you publicly. You didn’t rush him or even ask him this before, cause You knew how problematic it could’ve been if his fan reacted badly to the news, but happily for both of you, everyone accepted it, or almost everyone. The most recurrent criticism was about you not being an idol and just being a nobody, but you didn’t care and so did Ji Yong.

It was your first ever Tv appearance and you were sort of nervous, especially since none of the staff told you what’s gonna be about, but Hyo Rin seemed just as confused as you. She was in this industry for years and no one wanted to tell her what the show was going to be about.

When the animator called your name, you made your way on stage to your seat and the animator had a little conversation with you to introduce you a little bit more to the audience.

«-So, apparently you and G-Dragon have been dating for a moment. How is it to date a legend like him ? »

You blushed and gave a look to Hyo-Rin. You never did this before so you kinda start to feel anxious. You don’t want to say something wrong.

«-Oh, it’s … nice. I mean Ji Yong is really adorable and caring. He’s also really hard working. Sometimes I have to remind him to eat or to go sleep or even just get some rest. Otherwise he will literally work 24/24h. -And tell me how you met ? -It was three years ago. I had an Internship at YG for my work and I accidentally bumped into him on my first day. Well, in fact he bumped into me. I had an iced coffee in my hand so the impact made me spill it all over my clothes. Ji Yong apologized many times and got me a new outfit and also bought me another coffee. It was really sweet of him.-Yeah, that’s really kind. And did you recognise him when you bumped into each other ? -Not at all, I was too anxious, I barely had slept the night before so I didn’t pay attention. -And when you realised it, How did you react ? »

The animator continued to ask you questions until they switched to Hyo Rin, asking her about her relationship with Taeyang. Since she’s also an artist, she felt more comfortable with the questions. She was used to it, not like you. When question time was over, the animator introduced Big Bang and they appeared on stage, singing and dancing on their last released song. It was the first time you saw Your boyfriend performing live. You saw a lot of videos but never the live one. It made your heart beat faster and you smiled more as some sparkles lightened up in your eyes.

When they finished singing, it took place on the other side of the stage and the Animator started asking them questions about their dating life and for Taeyang and GD how they felt about having their partner on the stage today. GD smiled and answered ;

«-I’m happy she can finally see this other part of me. Performing is a big part of my life and of who I am, so having her there to see me live gives me motivation to give 110% of myself. »

You blushed and hid your face with your hand, smiling more. 

«-Congrat, GD, you made her blush, teased Taeyang. -Don’t say too much, she's gonna run away, continued Daesung. -Oh but you didn’t notice, but the camera did, when you were performing, how she reacted. Let’s watch Y/N reaction. »

On the big screen behind you, your face appeared and you could see your reaction wile looking at your boyfriend who was performing. You enjoyed it. As you look at your own reaction, you hide your face again in your hands, more embarrassed.

«-How are you feeling Y/N ? Asked the animator. -I don’t know. I’m not used to seeing myself on such a big screen. It’s kinda intimidating. -Keep an eye on her, I don’t think she’ll be ready for what’s next, said You boyfriend, with a big, to the animator.»

You gave him a confused look.

«-What have you planned ? You asked him.»

He just smiled at you and gave no answer. While the time off, you go back backstage. Ji yong passed close to you and gave you a soft kiss on the cheek before whispering in your ear.

«-You did an amazing job on stage, it seems really Natural for you. »

You smiled, happy to have given a good performance only by being yourself. You didn’t have time to answer Ji yong, he already left to go into the changing room with the other members. 

When you came back to the stage, the decor had changed. You were more and more confused about what will happen next. The staff showed you where to sit and you did. When the show restarted, the animator asked you.

«-So Y/N who’s your favorite Villain in any movies you have seen before, and Why ? -I think it’s ( Favorit’s villain name ) but I liked a lot more of the villains. Sometimes they’re not pure evil, they are just really broken. But also because I think they all have a lot of charisma. -That’s what we heard and that’s why we prepared a little sketch, with actors you will like of the ( scene name of villain you like ) from ( your favorite movie ) »

You started to make connections in your head and when the scene started, you saw your boyfriend, dressed with clothes who looked a lot like ( favorite villain name ) playing your favorite scene. You already love the character so much, but seeing your adorable Ji Yong as this evil character, playing like a pro, saying all hsi verses, it made your heart race more. You felt your cheeks becoming hot. For a moment you forget you were on stage with cameras, you just looked at GD performing with such admiration. Now you could definitely tell the difference between G-Dragon, the performer and Ji Yong, your adorable boyfriend. You can also say how much you like them both. 

Whe is performance were over, the animator looked at you and asked you something, but you didn’t pay attention, you eyes were still on your boyfriend who looked at you with a little smirk. Fuck that was hot.

«-I think you broke her, T.O.P said to his leader, when he noticed you didn’t answer the question the animator asked you. »

Your face became more red as you came back to reality, asking again what the question was.

«-What did you think of this little performance ? -It was… »

You looked at GD again and smiled at him.

«-It was hotter than the original. I’m glad to have such a talented Boyfriend. »

[marksmelodies]

I need like need a fic for your last jisung post when the members still think he's a virgin and he brings his gf over and the members are playing games and suddenly hearing moaning from Jisung room thinking it's just him and they open the door (to tell him to quite down but also to embarrass) seeing his gf on top of him

yess omg i love this idea!! i hope you enjoy

warnings: mentions of sex, sexual intercourse, cussing

minors dni

“hey baby” jisung says opening the door to his dorm as you take your shoes off and shed a layer of clothes due to the cold winter weather outside the walls of the heated dorm, you follow jisung into his room, as you pass the living room the boys are too focused on the game they’re playing to notice your presence, once you get to jisungs room you close the door behind you before engulfing your boyfriend into a big hug “i missed you” your voice is muffled as you hug him “i missed you more babe” he says lifting your chin to look up to him as he places a kiss on your lips before dragging you to the bed

the night before

“idk man i just feel like i can’t have sex unless i’m in love with the person, i can’t do hook ups” mark says drunkenly as the rest of the guys share their opinions “im in a dry spell right now, i feel like im going crazy, i haven’t had pussy in over a year” haechan groans. the boys had just come back from tour the night before, with jet lag still in their system none of them could go to sleep, the members decided to drink together. that’s how they got on the topic of their sex lives

“jisung you’re so lucky you’re still a virgin, once you know how it feels to have sex you’re done for, it’s addictive” jaemin states as the rest of them drunkenly agree

jisung didn’t say anything, he wasn’t drunk, he was a little tipsy but not enough to lose control of himself, he sat there repeating what jaemin had said “do they really think i’m still a virgin?” he asked himself trying to wrap his brain around it

jisung has been in a pretty long term relationship for the past three years, and although he never told his members about his sex life he thought it was safe to assume that at this point in his relationship with you it was obvious that he was no longer a virgin

“ji” you wave your hand across his face to gain back his attention “yeah” he sits up looking at you “you were staring into space” you giggle scooting closer to him as the movie you had chose plays on the screen, the two of you cuddling together in bed made jisung slightly turned on especially after not seeing you for a while since he was on tour but when your place your hand on his lower abdomen is when jisung loses all control of himself, he turns his head looking at you as you watch the television, jisung begins to kiss your neck and trace shapes into your inner thigh “god you’re so pretty baby” he whispers against your neck sending shivers down your spine, jisung pulls your jeans and your panties off leaving you completely bare from the waist down he then inserts his middle finger into your pussy causing you to gasp at the sudden action, jisung locks eyes with you before adding another finger as you try to hold back your moan “i gotta prep you baby, i haven’t seen you in so long, i have to make sure you can still take me” he kisses you again, you take his shirt off along with yours leaving you now completely naked “im ready ji, i need you” you whisper kissing his lips as you straddle his waist grinding your hips down onto his hard cock “fuck baby i’ll cum in my pants if you keep this up” he chuckles moving you aside quickly to pull his pants and boxers down causing his dick to spring up hitting his stomach “i always forget how big you are” you smerk at him before lining your hole to his member as you slowly sink down into him causing jisung to softly moan, you stay still for a moment getting used to his size before moving your body up and down his shaft “fuck oh my god” jisung moans as you bounce on his dick, he takes one of your boobs into his mouth sucking and biting on it, the bed slightly squeaks at your actions

on the other side of the wall the boys sit on the couch hearing jisungs whimpers “no way he’s jerking off in there” chenle laughs as the rest of the boys have a shit eating grin on their faces “ let’s go infiltrate and tell him to keep his volume down” haechan says laughing, the six of them come up with a plan to walk in on jisung “let’s embarrass the fuck out of him” chenle laughs as they all silently pile around jisungs door. chenle quickly swings the door open as they all shove into the room

to their surprise you are completely naked on top of your boyfriend who’s dick is inside of you, jisung quickly rolls over covering you both with the blanket “ what the fuck guys, are you fucking stupid or something” jisung says “holy shit” “oh my god” “we are so sorry” the members say scurrying out of the room closing the door behind them “ jisung has sex?” jaemin questions as they stand in the hallway trying to wrap their heads around what they just witnessed, jisung opens up the door in nothing but his boxers “seriously what’s your issue” he whisper yells to them as they stand outside his door “you’re not a virgin?” renjun blurts out, jisung furrows his eyebrows looking back at you who is still laying on the bed and then looking back to the members “no obviously not, i haven’t been a virgin since i started dating y/n three years ago” he says annoyed, the members stand there shocked “you’ve been sexually active for three years why didn’t you tell us?” mark asks “unlike you guys i like to keep my sex life private” jisung sighs “could you please just let me continue having sex with my girlfriend” he begs the members “yeah dude of course” they all say before jisung shuts the door. “i’m sorry babe, this is why i don’t like fucking in the dorms” jisung walks back over to you “ it’s okay ji, i just can’t believe they thought you were still a virgin” you laugh “yeah they’re idiots, could we maybe continue what we were doing?” he asks as you nod, smashing your lips onto his

[pshcomforts]

➳ jealous | psh.

non!idolsunghoon x fem!reader

“cause you know i get excited, when you get jealous too”

synopsis: you and your situationship, sunghoon, play the game of trying to make each other jealous.

warnings/content: written in third pov. idiots. reader gets jealous, sunghoon gets jealous (can you blame me). honestly a little toxic if you squint. a little angsty(?). somewhat miscommunication. happy ending! fictional characters used! — mei and eun. setting is kind of high school(?). not proofread. cursing!

comments, likes, and reposts are appreciated :)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this one was in the drafts, and possibly from a dream i had with hoon..!

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current song playing: jealous by nick jonas

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2:27 ────────────────|─── -1:15

the school day was almost coming to an end as y/n walked back into the dreaded door of her class after going to the restroom.

she took a huge sigh as she sat back in her seat, not too far from the boy she liked, park sunghoon.

“okay class, since we’re just gonna be doing our assignment, i’m gonna let you guys move around. go ahead and sit where you like,” the teacher announced with a smile.

in seconds, students scrambled around to find their friends. y/n huffed out another sigh after realizing her friends were gone. min-su ditched, ji-woo got sick and stayed home, and dae was doing a make up test for another class.

“damn i really am alone today,” she mumbled to herself while taking out her phone.

sudden movements were made to her empty table and her eyes landed on two guy friends.

“you look lonely y/n,” one of them said with a smile.

she rolled her eyes at him. “shut up..,” she replied, laughing with a wide grin.

as her two friends sat in the table with her, she heard a clear scoff come from the back of her. y/n’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering that sunghoon most likely saw the two guys approach her — the two guys he didn’t recognize as their shared friends, but only hers.

she didn’t see it because she avoided his gaze, but the man was burning holes through the other two, sending glares as his tongue poked out of his cheek.

✩ ‘i don’t like the way he’s looking at you’ ✩

while her friend talked in her ear, she drowned it out with her attention lingering on hoon’s reaction that she couldn’t see.

“y/n?” her friend called out to her.

“hm? oh sorry,” she said with an apologetic smile. “continue on.”

as her friend yapped on and on, to which she was actually paying attention to, he immediately stopped once he noticed something distracting.

“oh my god y/n, guess who just sat next to him.” he harshly whispered next to her.

slowly, y/n draped her head over to where sunghoon was. her eyes blew up in shock — “mei?? mei’s sitting next to him?”

she felt her heartbeats in her throat, everything almost spinning in her head as she huffed out a sigh.

mei, her old friend who was deemed a little too toxic and got cut off from the friend group, decisively sat next to y/n’s known crush — sunghoon, who didn’t seem bothered at all.

“fuck,” she mumbled to herself, subtly rolling her eyes and turning her head back to her friends.

“you okay?” she heard one of them ask. she furiously shook her head — “no but.. it’s whatever. we’re not even together,” she said with a scoff.

“you’re definitely acting like you are,” the other friend said with a teasing laugh.

“i will end you,” y/n blatantly said with a straight voice. “whatever, it’s fine.”

she went back to her two male friends who were now making jokes about a game they played. soon after, her cousin, who was the girlfriend to one of her friends joined the group.

“hey y/n,” she greeted with an eye smile.

“hi eun!” y/n said back.

“did you see sunghoon with-“

“yes, we’re gonna move on from that.” y/n heaved, rolling her eyes before shaking her head.

at this point, she almost didn’t care if hoon and mei could hear her. she was clearly pissed and nothing could calm her down.

as eun opened her mouth to speak, a sudden notification from her cousin’s phone stopped her. y/n’s eyes immediately checked in hopes that one of her friends had responded to her text, only to receive one from sunghoon.

‘You okay, y/n?’

y/n immediately scoffed, turning her head to the side of where hoon was.

his eyes that poked through his glasses suddenly met hers as they almost sat side by side, the little space between the tables separating them apart. she nearly softened at how meaningful he looked, almost apologizing with just his eyes that she could get lost in.

she fell hard for him.

“hoonie??” y/n suddenly heard mei call to him.

her eyes widened and she automatically let out a loud scoff. she let her eyes blink repeatedly as she watched her so-called situationship look back at the girl. she swiped her tongue through her teeth in jealousy, unable to calm down her heart rate at the name call.

“hoonie?” she guffawed with an eye roll. “hoonie???”

her voice slightly raised, catching the rest of her friends attention.

“did you just hear what she said?” she harshly criticized to the group, folding her arms and trying to calm down before sunghoon was fully aware.

“she’s just messing with you, y/n. you know that, don’t let it get to you.” her cousin comforted with her brows knitted together in a reassurance look.

y/n’s hands tightened into a fist, nails digging into the flesh as she began growing envious of her old friend called mei.

however, a sudden squeak in her chair was made when she moved around. it became her breaking point when she stood with a groan, going to the front of the class and picking up a perfectly fine chair to replace the loose one she sat in.

as she walked back to her table where her friends were, her eyes instantly landed on mei by accident — noticing a soft scoff and eye roll appear on her face towards her before attempting to get close to sunghoon.

y/n’s mouth gaped open in shock, turning to look at the boy if he saw, only to see that he gave her a blank face. no expression nor emotion was displayed, and it only brewed more rage in the girl he liked.

‘so that’s how it is then?’ she thought to herself with an amused grin forming on her face — ‘fine, i can play that game too.’

y/n moved her position from almost side to side with him, to facing her full back against him. she could no longer see his handsome features that paired perfectly with his glasses as the back of their heads almost bunked against each others with the same, pissed demeanor.

the two guy friends and her cousin awkwardly looked at each other, sharing the same glance that screamed — ‘should we do something?’

“go on,” y/n said with a monotone voice, gesturing for them to continue on with their topic in gaming.

as class continued on for a few minutes longer, her friends remained talking as she kept quiet — feeling best to not say much as the thought of her crush and her old friend consumed her.

she’d hear the faked out giggles from mei and the awkward laughs directed from sunghoon, both floating through her ears.

her eyes were almost filled with tears with the thought of them enjoying each other’s presence.

y/n indeed could not play the game.

she bit her lips, almost piercing through the barrier of flesh as she pleaded to not let tears fall because of something so stupid.

her hands shakily pulled out her phone, texting her other friend group who was gone for the day.

‘i really really wish you guys were here..’

‘why do you guys have to be gone :(‘

as y/n was about to send another text, her friend’s whisper caught her attention — “you okay y/n??”

his mouth was close to her ear, sending a soft shiver down her spine as she slightly backed away with watery eyes.

“yeah, i’m fine.” she pressed her lips into a half smile to reassure that she was okay.

a quiet, almost nonexistent click of the tongue was heard in y/n’s ears. her head slightly turned where the sound came from — only catching on to see that hoon had his head turned as well.

from what she didn’t know was that his eyes were shooting daggers at the male who seemed a little too close to her for his liking. he’d turn around just to glare for a second, hating how insanely close he was.

when hoon got up to sharpen his pencil and come back to his chair, she noticed the jealous boy roll his eyes before slowly curling the inner corner of his lips.

he turned his gaze away from her, replying back to mei with whatever words he had in his mouth.

y/n scoffed before looking at her friend who was awkwardly in between the mess.

“sorry, just got distracted.” she spoke with a bitter taste in her mouth.

her friend chuckled. “yeah i noticed, you’re down bad for him.”

her mouth opened in shock. “what..? no i’m not!” she immediately sent a smack to him, laughing loudly at how hurt he got.

sunghoon’s eyes quickly went to her after hearing the sound of her giggles he’s been wanting to hear all day.

man, was he wishing he was in that guy’s position right now.

he harshly sucked his teeth with his tongue as he blocked out the remaining words he couldn’t process from mei.

✩ ‘i’m starting to think you want him too’ ✩

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

long minutes passed within the time left for the school day.

with y/n and sunghoon facing back against each other, tension filled the air as they provoked one another.

the two were petty, and they intended staying petty.

their heads would turn to the side here and there, just to catch a quick glance at the tuffs of each others hairs.

no one could break the prolonged silence between them.

y/n was trying her best to not let hoon win and see how jealous she was.

she wasn’t a jealous girl, she never was.

but seeing him with someone she doesn’t talk to anymore sparked something she didn’t know she could feel. he was talking to that girl like they talked on a daily basis, and it annoyed her.

with the way she was obviously flirting and trying to be sweet with him had y/n poking her tongue out through her cheek.

it fueled fire in her blood.

sunghoon wasn’t accepting the advances mei was making on him, but he wasn’t exactly shooting them down either. that’s what annoyed y/n. he was just provoking her, and he was doing it well.

but even if he was kind of winning, he was failing the game himself.

✩ ‘am i crazy? have i lost you?’ ✩

although she didn’t use her guy friends to make sunghoon jealous, he already was just by catching how close she was with them.

the friend would occasionally talk to her about personal details from his workplace since they both used to work at the same job.

through constant times, hoon had his eyes on her longer than intended. they’d just automatically land on her like a magnet. he’d squint and dart his gaze at how his lips nearly touched her face. he just couldn’t help the possessive feeling.

✩ ‘i’m getting red in the face’ ✩

she was his girl even if they weren’t together yet.

✩ ‘you can call me obsessed’ ✩

he rolled his eyes whenever he thought her male friend would get a little too close every time he practically breathed in her ear. he wished he did something other than watch, but their little game was too far into it — and neither wanted to lose anyway.

to be quite honest, they didn’t even know why they were being petty and making each other jealous. it just happened.

so when class ended and the school day finally finished, y/n waited for everyone to leave class before she left like usual.

“bye, y/n! i’ll let my mom know about the family gathering.” her cousin bid her goodbye, waving her hands before walking out with her boyfriend.

the other friend exited from the class as well, telling her that work was calling his name. y/n laughed to herself as she purposely walked out in a slow pace, letting time pass.

however, as soon as she walked out, she felt a hand fling to her wrist — the grasp tightening as she suddenly got pulled to a more vacated area. she shook her head in confusion, looking up to the person who owned the hand that held onto her.

it was sunghoon, of course it was.

he was holding back for her to walk out, knowing she always waited to be the last.

as he waited, his head leaned against the school wall, eyes glancing at each person to make sure she didn’t leave without him knowing. when he noticed her two guy friends walk out, he specifically gave the one who talked to her a little too much for his liking, a stank eye.

✩ ‘it’s my right to be hellish’ ✩

his hold on her strengthened as he thought back to how close he was to her — steam practically coming out of his ears.

✩ ‘i still get jealous’ ✩

“geez hoon! stop tightening your hold,” y/n complained with a disgusted look.

sunghoon rolled his eyes at her. “are you going out with him or are you going out with me?” he angrily spat impulsively.

she blinked repeatedly to process his sudden words. “w..what? excuse me? first of all, we’re not even dating.” she said with a scoff.

“o..oh.. that’s right…,” he mumbled, biting his lip and closing his eyes — wanting to smack his own head at the moment.

“and i should be the one asking you that. are you going out with mei now?”

sunghoon scoffed, a satisfied smile curling onto his lips. “i thought we weren’t dating?”

“we aren’t, but i’d like to know if you’re actually into me so i don’t waste my time here.” y/n gritted through her teeth, wanting to slap the smile off of his face.

“of course i am.”

her heart skipped a beat for a second as blood suddenly rushed to her cheeks.

but she rolled her eyes in attempt to look unfazed as she said, “yeah right. seems like you’d rather go out with mei instead. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? going out with someone like her.”

she watched his face grow in confusion, and possibly disgust as she continued — “actually, you should go out with her since you just couldn’t get away from her the entire class. was it fun, hoon? talking to the girl who almost split my friends up?” she angrily raged, clenching her jaw in annoyance.

sunghoon scoffingly chuckled in response. “and was it fun to have your guy friend’s mouth close up in your ear? was it something enjoyable with how you always laughed and hit him afterward, hm?” his eyes grew dark as it still softly glistened with pain.

he furthered his steps closer to y/n, ultimately trapping her between him and the painted wall. her eyes stared straight at him, a hint of betrayal also displayed in her gaze as she didn’t respond back.

hoon exhaled a deep sigh before reaching out to hold her hand. his demeanor instantly becoming soft as he felt a relief wash over him once he came in contact with her hands.

“y/n…,” he gently called.

she was now looking down, half to hide away her blushing cheeks and half to ignore him. she shook her head as a response for him.

“maybe we should just talk another time,” the doubting girl spoke, trying to dangle her hands out of his hold, even if she didn’t want to — only to be forcibly back in his tight grip.

she gulped at the action, looking back up at him to see that he was shaking his head.

“let’s talk now,” he said while refusing to let go of their hands still clinging to each other.

“hoon…,” she faintly scowled with a soft voice.

“i like you,” sunghoon suddenly blurted. “i like you y/n. not mei, never mei. i shouldn’t have let her sit next to me, i wish i moved but i was jealous. i hated how close he was to you, i hated it so much.” he sucked in a breath of air once his lips made a firm line in humiliation.

y/n couldn’t help her inner corner lips curl as she heard his confession, it was almost like a reflex.

“oh god.., i like you too hoon.. and yeah, i was jealous too…,” she shyly admitted, closing her eyes instantly to avoid his shit eating grin.

“yeah? you were jealous? i kind of like knowing that it wasn’t just me.” he replied, raising his brows in amusement.

she shut her eyes again, sending a smack as she said, “shut up! you were more jealous than i was!” she cackled out a laugh whilst watching him smile widely in return. “are you gonna let go of my hand now?”

“no, why would i?” sunghoon’s eyes lightened with delight. “we’re together now.” he brought y/n’s hand up to his lips, placing a quick kiss on it — earning a gasp from her.

“you didn’t even ask me out!” she cracked a smile as she furrowed her brows at him.

hoon playfully rolled his eyes. “y/n, will you go out with me?”

“mm.. no! go ask out mei,” she teased with a grin.

the girl attempted to leave the scene, getting out of his hold for a second — actually believing that she’d flee successfully, just for her to get pulled back in his grip. hoon’s arms flung around her body, holding her back as the two laughed together.

“sunghoon!!”

the smitten male behind her closed his eyes in bliss, wiggling with his arms around her.

“i’d rather go out with you, i think you match me more.”

“you think or you know?” y/n emphasized, turning to face him with an eyebrow raise.

hoon took a pause, side eyeing from his left vision to the right before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“sunghoon!” she quickly whined, hands hitting his arms as he only chuckled.

his ears became red, blushing all over in how cute she was being. watching how she struggled to get out of his strong hold was a heart skip to him. a smile coiled onto his face as he leaned in for another kiss.

their lips met, breaths on each others while he softly pushed on hers. hoon lowly groaned with his glasses falling to the tip of his nose, finally feeling her lips kiss back after having their small argument.

this was definitely the highlight of the day for him.

his hands met her warm cheeks, pulling her face closer to his as he smiled against her lips. she felt them gently move, causing her to grin as well before pulling away — loving the smitten look on his face for her.

“wow you let go of my hand.” y/n teased, putting her hand up on display for him to see. sunghoon only laughed, shaking his head as he replied — “fine, i’ll let you win this one.”

he quickly ruffled her hair, letting it fall messy to the front of her face to smile even more in amusement.

“sunghoon..!”

“i’m congratulating you!” the boy defended, putting his hands up in the air like he was in trouble.

y/n rolled her eyes, smacking him like always before intertwining their hands together.

“whatever, let’s just go.” she said, feeling his fingers tighten around her hand.

“that’s my gorgeous girl,” sunghoon complimented. he placed a longing kiss on her cheek, only for her to playfully wipe it off.

“hey!”

she chortled out a laugh, dodging his other attempts on kissing her cheek.

after a few more tries, the poor boy finally got to kiss his girlfriend.

y/n sighed, letting him win in satisfaction as they both left school together, hand in hand.

they were finally dating, and nothing could no longer separate them. their situationship was over but their relationship had just begun.

★・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・★

[squidsquidsquidsquidsquidgame]

They gave you food poisoning🥺😦

Summary: Your partner tried to cook you something that looked delicious. But instead of a happy evening, it resulted in a panicked ER visits and stays at the hospital

(Cho hyun ju, thanos, namgyu, gyeong seok, young il, gi hun, dae ho, min su, sang woo)

(Roh jae won, Choi san, Kim seo wan, Gong Ji-Cheol)

Hyun ju

Hyun-Ju swore she knew how to make tteokbokki from scratch. “I watched three YouTube tutorials,” she bragged, rolling up her sleeves. “How hard can it be?”

You sat back, amused but secretly worried as she threw rice cakes into a bubbling pot of red sauce, humming confidently. She even turned to wink at you. “Made with love.”

Unfortunately, that love included way too much gochujang, rice cakes that were undercooked, and a bizarre fish cake she swore was fine.

It was not fine.

Thirty minutes after eating, your stomach twisted. You clutched the table. “Hyun-Ju… I don’t feel so—”

Cue an hour of absolute hell. You were curled up on the bathroom floor, drenched in sweat, dying. Hyun-Ju, full-on panicking, drove you to the ER, yelling at nurses like they weren’t moving fast enough.

Now, she’s gripping your hand at the hospital, guilt-ridden. “You survived Squid Game, but my cooking almost took you out.” She sighs, rubbing her temples. “This is a new low.”

Thanos

Su-Bong loved steak. He talked about it like a science. “Perfect sear, perfect timing.” He even made you sit at the counter while he cooked, flipping the meat with the smug confidence of a pro.

“Medium-rare,” he announced, slicing into the steak like it belonged in a Michelin-starred restaurant. “Try it.”

You chewed, nodded. “It’s… good?”

That was a lie.

Because three hours later, you were curled up in agony, sweating bullets, barely able to breathe. Su-Bong, full-on panicking, threw you over his shoulder and ran to the hospital.

Now, he’s sitting beside your hospital bed, arms crossed, looking personally betrayed. “I don’t get it. It looked perfect.” Then, after a long silence: “…Maybe I should’ve checked if the meat was expired.”

Namgyu

“jagiya, I’ve seen sushi chefs do this, it’s so easy,” Nam-Gyu said confidently, carefully laying out seaweed, rice, and what he claimed was the freshest salmon.

You should have questioned why the fish smelled a little off. But he looked so proud.

So, you ate it.

Biggest mistake of your life.

By 3 AM, you were shaking violently, your stomach twisting in agony. Nam-Gyu nearly threw his phone trying to call an ambulance. “Oh my god. Oh my god. I killed you. I actually killed you.”

Now, he’s sitting beside you in the ER, gripping your hand, his head in his hands. “We are never making sushi at home again. Ever.”

Gyeong seok

Gyeong-Seok wanted to make dinner for you and Na-Yeon. “A proper home-cooked meal,” he said, stirring the soup with a smile.

It smelled amazing. You and Na-Yeon cheered him on.

But halfway through eating, your stomach dropped. Then, a minute later, Na-Yeon—sweet, tiny Na-Yeon—put down her spoon, frowned, and said:

“Appa… I think I don’t feel good.”

Cue absolute chaos.

Gyeong-Seok sprinted to get you both in the car, apologizing a million times. At the hospital, he looked like he was about to cry as Na-Yeon was checked over.

Now, he’s holding her hand, watching you in the hospital bed, whispering, “I swear, I followed the recipe…” He gulps. “I think I just have a cursed touch.”

Young il

“This stew is incredible,” Young-Il declared, dramatically lifting a ladle of his homemade seafood jjigae. “My secret? Confidence.”

The soup tasted fine. A little too fishy, maybe.

Then, an hour later, your stomach betrayed you. You barely made it to the sink before Young-Il caught you.

Cut to: him speeding to the ER, one hand on the wheel, the other holding your forehead. “Stay with me,” he whispered like you were dying.

Now, he’s slumped next to you in the hospital, staring at the ceiling. “I just wanted to impress you,” he groans. “Instead, I poisoned the love of my life.”

Gi hun

Gi-Hun had watched one cooking show and suddenly thought he was Gordon Ramsay. “Trust me,” he grinned, chopping onions. “I got this.”

You did not trust him.

The dish? Some kind of stew. The result? Indescribable.

Thirty minutes later, you were dying. Gi-Hun looked horrified. “Jagiya?? Are you okay??”

You collapsed. Cue him freaking out, dragging you to the hospital while apologizing nonstop.

Now, he’s pouting beside you. “I was so sure I followed the recipe.” Then, after a beat: “Okay, maybe I forgot a few things…”

Dae ho

Dae-Ho tried to make roast chicken. “Super easy,” he said. “All you do is stick it in the oven.”

Except… he underestimated cooking times.

An hour later, you were thrilled—until you took a bite and realized it was still pink inside.

Fast forward: you on the floor, Dae-Ho freaking out, both of you in an ambulance.

Now, he’s holding your hand in the hospital, looking traumatized. “I can never cook again.”

Min su

Min-Su insisted on making spaghetti. “A husband should cook for his wife,” he said, stirring sauce dramatically.

Except… he messed up the meat.

You spent the next two hours curled up, practically crying from the pain. Min-Su nearly had a meltdown, dragging you to the hospital.

Now, he’s gripping your hand, looking so guilty. “I swear, I tried to make it perfect.” He sighs. “I think the kitchen just hates me.”

Sang woo

Sang-Woo was determined to impress you. He’d spent all day hyping up the meal, even mentioning he saw something similar in Paris once. You’d expected something elegant, refined—maybe a perfectly seared steak with a glass of wine.

Instead, he served… something.

It looked stunning, arranged beautifully on a plate. But the moment you took a bite, your stomach immediately revolted.

“This is… interesting,” you said carefully, trying to chew.

Sang-Woo smirked, misinterpreting your hesitation as admiration. “See? Fine dining at home.”

You wanted to tell him that fine dining shouldn’t feel like an attack on your stomach. But before you could say anything, nausea slammed into you like a truck.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, rushing to the bathroom.

Sang-Woo blinked, frowning. “Wait… are you okay?”

You weren’t.

Not even fifteen minutes later, you were in the ER, hooked up to an IV, while Sang-Woo sat beside you, stiff as a board, completely horrified.

“I graduated from SNU,” he muttered under his breath. “I’m supposed to be smart. I should be able to cook.”

You turned your head weakly to look at him. “What was in that dish?”

He hesitated. “...Do you really want to know?”

You closed your eyes. “No.”

Roh jae won

Jae-Won was feeling domestic. Maybe it was the lazy Sunday morning, or maybe it was because he had just watched a movie where the male lead made a romantic breakfast for his partner.

Either way, he stood in the kitchen, determined.

“I’ll make you an omelet,” he said, confidently cracking an egg.

You should have stopped him right there.

Because five minutes later, chaos had already begun.

He somehow got eggshells in the batter. He flipped the omelet too aggressively, sending a piece flying. He muttered swears under his breath while the pan smoked.

But eventually, he plated it.

Was it the prettiest omelet? No.

Was it fully cooked? Also no.

You took a cautious bite. Instant regret.

The texture was off. The taste was deeply concerning. But Jae-Won was watching you so intently, his expression hopeful, so you swallowed it down.

Big mistake.

Minutes later, your stomach flipped. The room spun. You grabbed the counter for support.

Jae-Won’s smile vanished.

“…Babe?”

Cut to: absolute panic.

Jae-Won rushed you to the hospital like he was starring in an action film. At the ER, he nearly started crying when the doctor told him you had food poisoning.

Now, he’s sitting beside you, holding your hand like a dramatic K-drama lead.

“I’ll never cook again,” he whispers, voice shaking. “Never.”

You’re too weak to respond, but in your head, you’re 100% okay with that.

Choi san

San had one goal: to make fried chicken.

“I watched my mom do this a million times,” he said confidently, heating up the oil. “It’s foolproof.”

You sat at the counter, watching him move around the kitchen with way too much excitement. He tossed in the chicken like a pro, flipped it with flair, and even did a little victory dance.

The result? Golden. Crispy. Perfect-looking.

The taste?

Horrifying.

Something was off—but before you could pinpoint what, your stomach flipped. One minute, you were fine. The next, you were on the floor, gasping for breath.

San’s face went pale.

“…Babe?”

Cue him screaming for help.

Cut to the hospital: San was on the verge of tears. When the doctor said you had food poisoning from undercooked chicken, he practically collapsed in shame.

Now, he’s sitting at your bedside, gripping your hand with both of his.

“I swear,” he whispers, “I’ll never touch raw chicken again. I’ll just… order takeout. Forever."

Kim seo wan

Seo-Won, still fully immersed in his delusions, insisted that a great warrior must feast before battle.

So he made soup.

You didn’t know how he made it. You weren’t sure what was in it. But when he proudly set the bowl in front of you, his eyes shining with epic fantasy intensity, you felt like you had no choice but to try.

“For strength,” he said, voice low and serious.

It smelled strange. A little too herbal, a little too bitter.

You took a hesitant sip.

It was poison.

Not literally, but your stomach didn’t know that. Within minutes, you were sweating buckets. Your vision blurred. The world tilted.

Seo-Won’s eyes widened. He knelt beside you, gripping your shoulders.

“…The sorcerer’s curse,” he whispered.

Cue utter chaos.

The hospital staff was not prepared for this level of dramatic nonsense. Seo-Won paced the waiting room, muttering to himself.

“I knew it,” he whispered. “The dark wizard has struck first. A coward’s attack.”

Meanwhile, the nurse looked exhausted.

Now, you’re laying in a hospital bed, hooked up to an IV, while Seo-Won kneels beside you like a knight pledging loyalty.

“I shall avenge this betrayal,” he swears solemnly. “The next meal will be blessed by the gods.”

The nurse sighs.

Gong yoo

“I’ve eaten in Michelin-starred restaurants,” he said, tying an apron like he was about to compete on MasterChef. “I know how this works.”

That was not how this worked.

He picked a complicated dish—some French recipe that required technique. He moved with the ease of a man who believed he was in control.

Until he served it.

Until you took a bite.

Until your body immediately betrayed you.

Cue your stomach twisting. Your vision blurring. Gong Ji-Cheol watching in horror as you collapsed onto the table.

Fast forward: chaos.

He carried you into the ER like some tragic movie scene. Paced the waiting room like a man on trial. When the doctor confirmed severe food poisoning, he looked like he wanted to retire from life.

Now, he’s gripping your hand, eyes deeply serious.

“I was meant to be an actor,” he says, voice heavy. “Not a chef. Never a chef.”

You squeeze his fingers.

“…Yeah, I figured that out already.”

[rosystained]

lovesick

i'll just sleep until i fall dead to the memory of your lips (laufey - lovesick) or jiung can never get enough of kissing you

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. jiung x reader

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. 0.8k words, fluff, established relationship

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. warnings: pet names (for reader: baby; for jiung: ungie, ji), kissing, shy jiung <3

Jiung stands at the mirror, smoothing out his tie. Leaning in, he glances over his hair once more before turning back to see you in the bathroom.

“Ready to go, baby?” he calls. 

“Just a second!” your voice chimes. “I just need to find my fancy perfume…”

“Your fancy perfume?” Jiung repeats, tilting his head like a lost puppy even though you’re not even looking at him. “How come? You always smell nice.”

He hears the clattering of your things in the bathroom as you rummage through the drawers. “Well you said it was a fancy thing and a hard reservation to make, didn’t you?” He thinks he can hear the little smile in your voice. “Just wanna look nice and match the occasion. You put so much effort into today.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, yn,” he says softly. “You always look amazing, y’know.”

“Thank you, Ji. Hm, I just can’t find–oh!”

With the shutting of the drawer, you stand, looking yourself over once more before finding Jiung’s eyes on you from the bedroom.

“Oh, Ungie, you look great!” you exclaim, scurrying over to him and wrapping your arms around him. The button up simply accentuates his broad shoulders and curve of his jaw in just the right ways. The world will simply have to forgive you for ogling your dashing boyfriend. Pressing a kiss to his cheek, your hand wanders over the crisp white shirt. “So handsome.” 

Jiung smiles softly, finding your eyes in the reflection staring back. “You think so, baby?”

“Oh I know so.” With another peck, you begin to pull your hands away, already turning to scan the room for your bag. 

When your touch starts to lighten, Jiung’s brain scrambles and he grasps your wrists. As you begin to face him once more, tilting your head and blinking expectantly at him, he feels his thoughts start buffering. 

“Hm? What is it?” you hum.

Well, how could Jiung explain what overcame him a moment ago? If he had to confess there was ever one person whose touch he could never get enough of, it was yours. It’s just…actually admitting it would make him squirm under your gentle gaze. 

His mouth opens and closes quietly as he tries to think of something. “Oh um…” He brings a hand to his neck, feeling the knot of his tie that rests against it. “My-my tie, it’s a bit t-tight.”

“Let me see?” You step in front of him, squinting at the little piece of cloth. With furrowed brows and a soft bite of your lip, you gently take his hand in one of yours and inspect the fabric. 

Jiung blinks, as if your expression will magically have changed in the millisecond his eyes are closed. If you keep looking so sweet, so focused on him with your pretty lips he loves to taste tucked between your teeth, so kissable, smelling so warm, like home, what is he supposed to do?  

“Oh, I can redo the–”

His fingers quickly find your chin, tilting your head up from its laser focus on his tie to him. In a swift motion, he leans in, his lips brushing yours. Almost as if it was a figment of your imagination, delicious pressure builds before Jiung jolts back with wide eyes, staring at you.

Blinking back at him, a hand still around his tie, you let your lips part, trying to put together the last couple seconds. It seems Jiung is too, his face blooming shades of pink by the second.

“I-if–” Jiung clears his throat and bobs his head back. “If you wanted a kiss, y-you could just, just say so,” he stutters.

“I—Jiung, you—I—”

There’s a timid curve to his lips as he takes the hand still clinging to his tie in his. “No need for games; I’d always do it if you asked.” 

“I—what are you—” 

Pausing, you reach up to pinch his flushed cheek. Jiung’s eyes are shy, elusive moons that avert from your warm gaze studying him despite the soft curve of his lips, and it clicks. Shaking your head, you simply smile. 

“Nevermind.” 

Your boyfriend’s eyes widen, his face now a bright shade of red. “W-what do—”

“Alright, I admit it.” Brushing a strand of his hair out of his vision, you blink softly at the man you love. “Maybe I did want a kiss. But I think you owe me a do-over; that one was way too short!”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean in, bringing your lips to his. You bite softly, teasing the seam of his mouth with your tongue and tugging softly at his hair, and Jiung thinks he could simply melt into a puddle at your feet right this moment if you asked.

Just as he brings his hands to rest at your waist, you pull away, and Jiung’s eyes flash open to a teasing grin on your face. “C’mon, let’s go; we’re gonna be late!"

a/n: inspired by this scene from hidden love that i was reminded of earlier!

hi um i guess this is my piwonblr debut? this is the first writing thing i've been able to finish in a Hot minute so please have some mercy on me...i was originally planning to post smthn else first but it seems to be giving me some trouble and that it's gonna be a long one so this little guy first...if you've made it this far ty for reading <3

[xrenjunniesx]

when you accidentally ignore them

bf!nct dream

mark

you were talking to your friend on face time while doing your make up when mark walked in. you smiled at him through the mirror before going back to talking to your friend. you were giggling too much to hear mark say something. your friend noticed him though. she laughed at him, catching your attention.

mark was just awkwardly laughing, saying your name in between his breaths. “sorry, did you say something?” he approaches you this time and stands right behind you, looking at you through the mirror. “I just asked what you guys were talking about.” “oh! oh my god wait tell him the story!” you say to your friend on facetime.


renjun

you and renjun went on a walk for a much needed mental break. you put your headphones in, wanting to drown out the world for a little bit. you thought he saw you do this, but perhaps he didn’t. he stopped walking about half way through your walk. you stop as well, turning your music off as you look back at him.

“why’d you ignore me?” “I can’t even hear you.” you say pulling one of your airpods out of your ear. he awkwardly smiles and begins walking again. “leave one ear out for me?” you giggle and agree, putting the extra airpod into the case.

jeno

you were so immersed in watching the newest episode of a show that regularly played on the television. it wasn’t even a show you enjoyed, but you were absolutely immersed in it. so immersed that you didn’t notice jeno getting home until he was stood right beside you. you almost screamed when you noticed his presence.

he smiled and dropped his things onto the couch beside you. “you didn’t hear me?” you shook your head and reached for the television remote, turning it down so you could actually hear things around you, instead of just the television. “what if someone broke in? you wouldn’t even have noticed.” he joked.

haechan

you were playing with a strangers dog that you walked past on a nightly walk by the beach. you had heard haechan and the owner talking a little bit, so when haechan spoke up again you automatically assumed he was talking to the owner again. It wasn’t until the owner didn’t reply and you felt an awfully heavy stare on your back that you looked up to haechan.

he was just staring at you, before repeating it again, “let’s go now?” as you both walk away you tell him that you didn’t hear what he said the first time. he scoffs and looks at you with a pout, “am I that easy for you to ignore?”

jaemin

you were watching a movie when you heard jaemin say something. all day, he had been talking to his three kittens, so you assumed he was just talking to them again since he wasn’t even in the same room as you. it wasn’t until he walked into the room and sat next you, looking at you with awaiting eyes. “what is it?” you ask, before realising maybe he was talking to you earlier.

“Oh I’m sorry, we’re you talking to me before? I thought you were talking to the cats.” he laughs and shakes his head, “ah yes, because the cats have a choice of where we are going tonight?”

chenle

you’re on you phone, watching some stupid reels that make you giggle to yourself. chenle calls out to you from the kitchen, “do you want me to cook dinner now?” when you don’t reply, he sighs and closes the fridge, walking down to the bedroom where the door was wide open. you didn’t even notice him there until he coughed.

“oh sorry chenle, what’s wrong?” “babe… you’re going deaf I fear.” “huh?” he just leaves the room saying he is going to start dinner now, hoping you at least heard him that time.

jisung

you were sitting on the couch, playing a game musical rhythm game when he sat down next to you. you heard him saying something, but because you had your headphones in your ears and you weren’t sure if he was even talking to you, you stayed quiet and ignored it. when the song finished, you finally heard what he was saying. “what do you think?” you looked at him only to find that he was looking at you.

“oh… ji… I didn’t hear anything you said.” you said taking the headphones out of your ears. he just blinks at you and closes his eyes, leaning his head back, muttering something about having to repeat everything, but he does it anyway.

[spookyji]

okay tags weren’t good enough i need to discuss this rn (includes nsfw)

thinking about how jisung needs a shy short gf… since he’s an introvert with introverted hobbies, he suits someone who can match his homebody energy; equally as bad at gaming as he is, reading new books and counting limited stars in the seoul night sky from the rooftop. but more than all that, after being spoiled for so long, jisung wants someone he can take care of, someone he can show affection for through actions ‘cause words make him so flustered and leave him stumbling over trying to verbalize his feelings. the kind of bf that’s a little awkward, but he tries which matters more than anything; his hand holding yours, leaning down a little to let you whisper in his ear, until he knows your order and taste that he doesn’t need a hint anymore (it takes a minute bc he’s a bit absent minded!), a lopsided gummy smile on jisung’s lips when he gets it right! without a reminder! he did it!

and to jisung, he learns from what his hyungs have done for him and tries the same, his heart skipping a beat when you tell him a little joke that only he gets to hear, or always wanting you to take the first bite of any food, automatically giving you a taste of his plate before he’s had any without thinking about it. a blush on his cheeks when your head is resting against his shoulder, sharing wired earbuds on the way home,, his secret? when you’re sleepy or a little drunk and he offers to give you a piggy back ride, his heart racing with the feeling of your warm body pressed up to his, your quiet, nonsensical, sleepy mumbles to him as he carries you back home. it’s always love through actions and touch, tracing stars and the letters of your name on the back of your hand or your thigh when you’re sitting side by side and he’s spacing out again.

and it’s cute how flustered jisung gets with a little bit of praise, tell him how good it feels when he’s clumsily eating you out, his pretty lips glistening with your arousal and a blush on his cheeks, always holding your hand ‘cause he’s not sure if he’d be able to stay sane without it. needs reassurances… even if he’s definitely too big… please, he’s obsessed with the little tummy bulge he makes, the way jisung’s a bit possessive, wanting to be the only one who gets to see you completely, tracing the little bulge and god, he could cum just from seeing you get shy over it… like he’s not 8in deep. so cute. the way jisung restrains your hands in one of his, so you can’t hide your cute noises or your body from him,, always wanting to take care of you but he’s still kind of inexperienced… little bit of an awkward learning curve :<

like the morning after and it’s all shy again, he gets so flustered but smiley when you’re wrapped up in his sheets ‘til he gives you one of his shirts, obliging to turn around so you can put it on.. oh, but ji’s a little bit in trouble ‘cause seeing his big shirt hang down loosely to your thighs kind of definitely made him hard again… keep the shirt on?

alternatively, jisung is that kind of bf that gets bolder with time, like, eventually his boner pressed against you when he’s turned on just to see you get shy over it? instantly a turn on. but anyone can see it, how you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

sighhh i got carried away again

[meadowfics]

Who was the first person Daeho told about you? :’)

As woman,did his sisters ever freak out about their brother going for someone WAY younger?

knowing Daeho financial status,and obviously not knowing about the SG money,did his family ever get worried about the fact y/n and daeho were already expecting a baby while in such a huge debt?

Did they ever side eye him for getting a girl that young pregnant?

HOW DID DAEHO’S DAD EVER FOUND OUT ABOUT THE PREGNANCY?

Did kang dad ever felt a little bit of regret of how he ever treated daeho?did kang dad ever wanted to make peace with him to be part of his granddaughters life’s?

more questions yeeee :D

who was the first person daeho told about you?

it was jia.

daeho hadn’t gone back home in a while after leaving the marines, but when he finally did, jia was the one who welcomed him with that sharp older sister instinct.

she took one look at him... the man's face looked healthy, fresh haircut, all-black outfit that he somehow made look coordinated and intentional even though it was not an expensive one at all. jia raised a brow.

“are you seeing someone?” she asked over a drink, elbow nudging him.

“you’re dressed like a man trying to impress.”

daeho played it off at first, but jia kept poking.

“…well. actually,” he said, glancing away.

“oh my god,” she gasped, immediately sitting up straighter.

“you are! wait...who is she? how long has this been going on? why didn’t you lead with this?!”

he smiled, soft and small, like he couldn’t help it.

“she’s… just someone i really like, noona.”

jia blinked. the look on his face wasn’t just ‘i like her.’ it was serious. daeho's second oldest sister's first instinct was to be protective after everything he’d been through, she didn’t want to see him broken again. however, her second instinct was clear as day: i need to meet her.

when she did meet you, oh goodness, she loved you right away.

as women, did his sisters ever freak out about their brother going for someone way younger?

they definitely clocked the age gap, no question.

when daeho introduced you to all four of his sisters...ya-sol, ji-ah, eun-ji, and min-seo... the first thing they did was give you that look. the kind older sisters give when they’re measuring whether someone is a threat or a blessing.

they asked.

“are you sure about this...” ya-sol said gently, placing a hand on your arm.

“because if he ever treats you wrong, i’m not kidding, we will beat his ass. you can run to us anytime.”

you reassured them that you were okay. daeho did too.

eventually, they realized two things:

one: you weren’t going anywhere, and two: you loved him for who he was, not for what he had (or didn’t have). the older women's protectiveness melted into genuine affection.

now? you’re their little sister too.

did his family ever get worried about you two expecting a baby while in such huge debt (not knowing about the squid game money)?

yes. when you and daeho told them about the pregnancy with seo-ah, their faces were all excitement and congratulations...but behind the scenes? concern.

you were already six months pregnant at this point, and the girls wondered what took you so long to tell everyone?

ya-sol, the mom of two already, offered to help financially. jia started dropping off groceries more often. min-seo brought baby clothes she thrifted. eun-ji even offered to let you guys stay at her place if you needed extra space.

it wasn’t judgment. it was worry.

they thought you and daeho were still drowning in debt.

you and daeho, of course, had already paid everything off in a matter of weeks after leaving the games. to avoid jumping through messy explanations, you gave them a softened story...something about your family inheritance from overseas.

it is not exactly a lie… but not quite the truth either.

did they ever side-eye daeho for getting someone that young pregnant?

not really because you were a grown woman, not a teenager.

you were 25 and from the start, you were clear that this relationship wasn’t something you were coerced into.

it was something you chose to commit to.

they did worry, but not because of your age. it was more like, are you okay? is this what you want? do you feel safe and supported?

daeho, their baby brother, is the sweetest man in the world. they knew that he would never hurt you.

they saw how much love lived between you and daeho.

how did daeho’s dad find out about the pregnancy?

this one’s a bit sour.

min-seo slipped up on evening when it was a huge family dinner.

you wore an oversized sweater that day which hid your six month pregnancy bump. so, the father did not notice at first. shoot, he barely even looked at you when he said hello.

“남동생, y/n... you told appa, right?” she said casually during a family dinner.

everyone froze. daeho’s grip on his spoon tightened just a little.

their dad looked up from his food.

“…told me what?”

daeho kept it simple:

“y/n and i are expecting.”

daeho's father raised a brow, chewed slowly.

“well, this good news right?"

he gave a light smirk.

daeho nodded his head quietly, you gave your father-in-law a confused look where your eyebrows were knitted together.

"well, I guess it will be good once my grandson--"

“no appa, actually, it’s—”

jia started.

“no its boy, I can sense it...” the man insisted.

that is just… typical of daeho's father. the conversation moved on, but you could tell he didn’t really celebrate it. the father didn’t say anything hurtful but he also didn’t say anything warm.

did kang dad ever regret how he treated daeho? did he ever want to make peace to be part of his granddaughters’ lives?

if he did… he never said it.

regret isn’t something that man admits to since that is too "vulnerable" or "girly" of him.

he shows up sometimes and sees the girls whenever they are visiting daeho's mom. he offers stiff compliments.

“pretty dress,” he said once to seo-ah, who beamed.

he never gave daeho an apology with real warmth.

the girls mostly know grandma since their paternal grandfather is just someone who exists on the sidelines and maybe that’s for the best.

kang family series linked here

fun fact: jia's name is actually ji-ah but I feel like jia works too

[saebyeokbliss]

JUST MEET ME AT THE APT.— K. SAE-BYEOK

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

synopsis: managing a rising rock band is already chaotic enough, but when you're stuck touring with four reckless musicians, things get even messier. between late-night facetime calls, teasing that feels a little too knowing, and a certain guitarist who might just be your biggest problem, keeping things professional is getting harder by the second. but hey, no one said the music industry was easy.

warnings: mutual pining, intense eye contact, teasing that borders on flirting (or maybe it is flirting), friends who refuse to mind their business, secondhand embarrassment, slow burn that burns, emotional whiplash

playlist: spotify

Things weren’t the same.

Not really.

You, Sae-Byeok, and No-Eul hadn’t been talking like normal. Conversations were shorter, eye contact was avoided, and every interaction felt like stepping carefully around broken glass—trying not to let the sharp edges of what had happened cut too deep.

But in front of Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi, you all pretended.

You forced smiles, Sae-Byeok kept her usual unreadable mask in place, and No-Eul acted like nothing was wrong.

And maybe if you all pretended hard enough, it would start to feel real.

Maybe.

The studio was bright, set up with sleek cameras, soft lighting, and a large couch where the girls were sitting, waiting for the interview to begin. You stood off to the side with the crew, clipboard in hand, but your mind was elsewhere.

It had been days since Sae-Byeok’s rejection, and the hurt still hadn’t settled. The words still echoed—I don’t like you like that.

And No-Eul? She had been distant too, giving you space, but space wasn’t what you needed. You needed answers.

But instead, you were here, watching them get ready to expose each other on camera like nothing was wrong.

The interviewer, a bubbly woman with a bright smile, clapped her hands together. “Alright, HOT DIVISION, welcome! We’re so excited to have you here.”

Ji-Yeong, ever the chaotic one, immediately leaned into the mic. “We’re excited too! Mostly because we get to ruin each other’s reputations today.”

Se-Mi nodded sagely. “It’s what we do best.”

Sae-Byeok smirked slightly but said nothing. No-Eul just hummed in agreement.

The interviewer laughed. “I love the energy already. So, today, we’re playing a little game. We have a bowl of fan-submitted questions, and you’ll take turns picking one and answering as honestly as possible.”

Ji-Yeong gasped. “Honest? Oh, we’re done for.”

Se-Mi grinned. “We were done for the moment we formed this band.”

The first question was drawn, and Ji-Yeong read it aloud.

“Who is the most likely to start a scandal?”

The room erupted in chaos.

Se-Mi immediately pointed at Ji-Yeong. “Her. A thousand percent.”

Ji-Yeong clutched her chest dramatically. “Excuse me?! That’s slander.”

No-Eul, without looking up, muttered, “It’s just facts.”

Sae-Byeok even let out a small scoff, shaking her head.

Ji-Yeong turned to the camera, pouting. “I’m being attacked.”

“No,” Se-Mi corrected, “we’re just acknowledging the truth. You have zero filter and somehow always manage to say the most wild shit in interviews.”

Ji-Yeong huffed. “Fine. But if I ever do start a scandal, at least it’ll be iconic.”

You bit your lip, watching them from the sidelines. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile—just a little.

The next question was drawn by No-Eul.

“Who is the biggest flirt?”

Before she could even speak, every single person pointed at Se-Mi.

Se-Mi gasped. “Wow. No hesitation. No discussion.”

Ji-Yeong snorted. “Because it’s you, babe.”

Se-Mi sighed, shaking her head. “Listen, I just like making people feel special.”

No-Eul side-eyed her. “You called the barista at Starbucks ‘angel’ yesterday.”

Se-Mi shrugged. “She deserved it.”

Sae-Byeok finally spoke, voice dry. “You flirt with inanimate objects.”

Se-Mi grinned. “And?”

Ji-Yeong leaned forward. “Tell them about the guitar strap incident.”

“No,” Se-Mi said immediately.

No-Eul smirked. “Oh, we’re telling them.”

Se-Mi groaned, covering her face as Ji-Yeong gleefully explained, “She once called her new guitar strap—and I quote—‘the sexiest piece of leather I’ve ever owned.’”

The interviewer lost it. “Oh my god—”

Se-Mi groaned louder. “WHY ARE YOU EXPOSING ME LIKE THIS?”

Sae-Byeok, deadpan, added, “We have it on video.”

You actually laughed at that.

For a moment, things felt normal.

But then the next question came.

Sae-Byeok picked this one.

She read it, then paused.

Her jaw tightened slightly.

“Who is the most emotionally unavailable?”

Silence.

Then—

Ji-Yeong pointed at No-Eul. “Her.”

Se-Mi nodded. “For sure.”

No-Eul didn’t even argue. Just sipped her water like it was obvious.

The interviewer laughed. “That was fast.”

Se-Mi grinned. “She’s the type to give you the best advice ever but will never take it herself.”

Ji-Yeong added, “Or if she’s stressed, she just disappears for three days and comes back like nothing happened.”

No-Eul shrugged. “That’s just self-care.”

Sae-Byeok, still holding the card, didn’t speak.

You watched her carefully, something unreadable passing over her face.

Then—she put the card down.

No comment.

No joke.

Nothing.

And that was when you realized.

The card might’ve said No-Eul’s name.

But Sae-Byeok was thinking about herself.

You felt your throat tighten, but you forced yourself to look away.

The interview continued, the girls laughing, teasing, exposing each other more and more, but you couldn’t focus anymore.

Because even though you were in the same room—

It still felt like you and Sae-Byeok were standing on opposite sides of a canyon, too far apart to reach.

But some things didn’t change.

No matter how much tension lingered in the air, no matter how much distance stretched between you and Sae-Byeok, there were habits—unspoken, ingrained into the fabric of your lives—that neither of you could shake.

Like how you always ended up sitting next to each other in the van, even though there were other empty seats.

Or how, after every performance, without fail, Sae-Byeok would hand you a water bottle. She never said anything when she did it—never even looked at you, really—but it would always be there, pressed into your palm like clockwork.

Or how, no matter how long the night stretched after an event, after the chaos had settled and the others had gone to sleep, you and Sae-Byeok were always the last two awake.

And tonight was no different.

It was past 2 AM, the hotel suite cloaked in darkness except for the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the window. Ji-Yeong and Se-Mi had long since passed out, sprawled across their beds in the adjoining room, and No-Eul had disappeared into hers without a word.

But you were still awake.

And so was Sae-Byeok.

She sat on the balcony, legs stretched out, back against the railing, a cigarette dangling loosely between her fingers. She wasn’t smoking it—just holding it, watching the city below with that same unreadable expression she always wore.

You stood in the doorway, hesitating.

You could’ve just gone to bed.

You could’ve ignored the fact that you were both here, existing in the same space, trapped in the same silence that neither of you had dared to break for days.

But you didn’t.

Because the silence was too loud.

You stepped onto the balcony, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you sat down beside her.

Not too close.

But not far, either.

Sae-Byeok didn’t look at you. Didn’t acknowledge you.

But she didn’t move away.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Just the distant hum of the city below. The occasional flicker of headlights. The quiet rustle of the wind.

And then, finally—

"Why are we still pretending this isn’t happening?"

Your voice was barely above a whisper, but it felt loud in the stillness.

Sae-Byeok’s fingers tightened around the cigarette.

She didn’t answer.

Didn’t move.

But you saw it—the slight tension in her shoulders, the way her jaw clenched, the way her breathing hitched for just a second before settling again.

You swallowed, staring down at your hands. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you murmured, “but at least stop acting like nothing happened.”

Sae-Byeok exhaled sharply through her nose, shaking her head. “You think I’m acting?”

You looked at her then, really looked at her, and something about the way she was staring at the city—like she was searching for something, like she was lost—made your chest ache.

“You won’t even look at me,” you said quietly.

Sae-Byeok finally turned her head.

And for the first time in days, she met your eyes.

The air between you was heavy, thick with everything left unsaid.

Then—her voice, low and rough, barely audible.

“I don’t know how to.”

Your breath caught.

Because that was the most honest thing she had said to you in a long time.

You swallowed, your throat tight. “Why?”

She looked away again, exhaling through her nose. “Because it’s easier this way.”

You frowned. “For who?”

Sae-Byeok didn’t answer.

And you realized—maybe she didn’t even know.

You let out a soft, bitter laugh, shaking your head. “You’re not as good at pushing me away as you think you are.”

Her lips twitched slightly, almost like she wanted to smirk—but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And you’re not as good at letting go as you should be.”

Your stomach twisted.

Because she was right.

You should’ve let go. Should’ve taken her rejection for what it was and moved forward. Should’ve stopped waiting for something in her to change, for her to crack, for her to say something that would make this mess between you make sense.

But you couldn’t.

Not when she still sat beside you in moments like this.

Not when she still looked at you like that.

Not when she was still here.

You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to stay steady. “So what now?”

Sae-Byeok didn’t answer immediately.

She just sat there, staring at the skyline, her fingers tightening around the cigarette before she finally sighed and set it down beside her.

And then—softly, hesitantly—

“I don’t know.”

It wasn’t the answer you wanted.

But it was the truth.

And for now—

It would have to be enough.

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[loserlvrss]

CHAPTER2 ✶ Fuckass Streamer Award Goes To... ( 𝐃ong𝐇yuck )─────엔시티

( ɪˈpɪfəni ). ㅤ𓈒 ㅤ𓈒 life gives you a second chance with the man who understood, and never sought to change you 이동혁 &fem!rea. ⟡ series, angst, streamer!au, second chance love 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬───language, depression & anxiety disorder, crude humor ⸝⸝ chap. wc : 1646THOU 🗯LiBRARY

You smiled, replying, “thank you,” as you read over the (specific) comment that was complimenting the selfie you used for engagement purposes. “It was after Alexa’s brother's birthday party—my running to the convenience store drunk, fit.” You read over the comments a little bit more, some saying that you were too dressed up to just go to a 7-eleven. “I take my outfits very seriously guys.” 

You took a bite of the food at your side, scrolling through your music options. You didn’t plan on posting the stream to YouTube so, you weren’t really concerned with what was played. 

“Are we fucking with Niki, chat?” You switched back to your Discord, “Oh my God, Jisung’s obsessed with me!” 

You clicked, finally answering. A ping! filled your ears, making you jump. Then a familiar voice filled them instead, singing along to the song that you had just started playing: Lowkey. Your heart rate was through the roof, hand clutching your chest. “Oh my God! I almost stabbed myself!” The voice laughed through the attempt at hitting a higher note. “Remind me to turn that off later, okay?” 

"Hey! You ignored me, and then decided to flame me on the main."

“Well, don’t be so easy to flame then, emo boy. I didn’t need you to scare the fuck outta me—like Freddy did you.” You laughed loud, putting the fork down, turning Jisung’s voice up. He still hummed along while trying to hold the conversation. 

The chats messages were out of control, some thirsting over his deep voice, others reminiscing past streams you two did. Honestly, you’d met a lot of people through Heachan, Jisung one of them. They played first-person shooter games or League, and occasionally Haechan would teach you, putting his hand over yours and pressing the keys. It made your heart thump, a shooting pain in your chest. 

You were just glad no one needed to choose sides after the breakup.  

The song changed to: Sugarplum Elegy. Jisung took a second to actually acknowledge the chat’s messages (for him, obviously), greeting them. 

Then he went silent when he realized, knowing that he was probably testing the waters, you tried to play it off, leaning back in the chair so your chat could (hopefully) not see your eyes glossing it over. “H-hey, what if we played a game, Ji?”  

He cleared his throat, “Yes? Okay! Yeah,” He shouted, dragging out the end, “What should we play? Roblox? Minecraft? COD? Stardew?” 

You hummed, ooh-ing at his options until they peaked your interest, “Roblox! Roblox!” Your fingers started clicking against the keyboard, he was doing the same, pulling up the game. “Although, when we do an in-person stream, we need to play a scary game again–like when you and Donghyuck played Five Nights at Freddy’s. Maybe Poppy’s Playtime Chapter Three.” 

You must’ve not realized the words that came out of your mouth; too intrigued by the games you scrolled through. But, the chat started speeding by again, and the air felt stale, static heard over the other end of the call. 

“What? What happened?” You asked, still oblivious. Well, that was until it practically smacked you like a train. You had to pretend like you weren’t in the middle of its wreck. 

You heard Jisung audibly swallow, also pretending (for your sake) that he didn’t hear it either, “No, nothing! You just scrolled past a suss-ass game. Speaking of, what do you want to play?” 

“What about…I don’t know, one of the well known ones? Then chat can join too.” 

“Well, yes.” He should’ve just said duh! “But, which one? Natural Disaster Survival? Dress to Impress?” 

“Wait! Natural Disaster Survival! I’m so good at this one!” He typed for a second, and then an invitation popped onto screen, you pressed it, the loading screen taking over momentarily. 

It should’ve been funny how you could relate almost anything back to Donghyuck. The first time you played this game—even the first time you played Roblox—was with him. 

You bit your lip trying to focus on the game instead of the looming thoughts of him in the back (and front) of your head. Mostly, because if you thought about him too long, you’d start to wonder if he ever did the same. But, you couldn’t even get close to watching a video he uploaded or stream of his to read between his lines. Still, you wondered, if you ever reached out, would he reply or would it radio silent? Would it give you the closure you think you crave? 

You shouldn’t hold your breath. 

For now, you were just two people who used to be more. And, you don’t know why that made you so sad. To think you used to share every dark and twisted secret—to hold the words so closely. To think you could’ve been so much more almost kills you. Sometimes you feel like you didn’t give it a shot, but in reality, that’s all you did. 

You guess that you both wanted something the other couldn’t give…or maybe it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe he gave you everything you could’ve ever wanted and that's why it was so goddamn hard to get over this speed bump. You know it would be easier to loathe him, to pretend like he did something terrible and unforgivable. Although, he wasn’t like that no matter how many times you imagined it. No matter what you told yourself, it was never convincing enough. Every scenario ended with you being the bad guy in your story. Every scenario led back to him, and as much as you wanted to hate it, that was what got you through the night.

It’s said that time heals all, but how much time exactly until it becomes something deeper than surface level? 

“I win!” Jisung shouted. 

You had, obviously, died earlier; the chat mocking your statement about being good at the game. But you just wanted to brag to Jisung—the man who was good at every computer game. It was annoying, actually. 

You started playing a different game, Jisung shouting, “Y/n! Y/n, I think they’re e-dating! That’s against the rules, let’s report them!” He laughed like he was scheming, “I did it! I reported them! Haha, losers!” 

“At least they have someone—you and I are shit outta luck, buddy.”

“Damn…” He sighed, “I’m looking—”

“You’re great and all, but I’d actually rather date anything else.” You interrupted. “I think Jaemin, Mr. Pussy Slayer himself would be better.” 

He scoffed, “Bold of you to assume I was talking to you! Bro’s before hoes, y/n.”  

Your jaw dropped, “Oh my God, and the fuckass streamer award goes to…” You yelled down the mic, “Just say i’m fucking ugly next time, damn.” 

Laughter erupted over the call, filling the tense air with something lighter. The chat spammed L’s, TMI’s or random romantic-confessions to each other. Then your MOD’s started spamming, no dating in the chat otherwise you get banned (jokingly) as retaliation. 

They calmed down and so did your shared laughter, Jisung admitting that he had to leave to film a video—which you complained about not being invited to. Then, you said your goodbyes, ending the call. 

“Guys, I should leave too.” You pouted your lip out, “I’ll be back soon, promise.” 

You turned off the stream and almost sighed in relief, though it felt all but relieving. Honestly, you felt nervous, guilty even. Your hands shook as you shut down everything, turning off the lights and leaving the room with a shut door. 

You couldn’t let the thought go. Does he feel the same way you do? Has he been kept up at night wondering if you loved someone else? Does he remember all the firsts and lasts you two had, like you can’t get out of your head? Do his thoughts echo your name, like his replays on yours? You felt like a scratched record, repeating what you already knew; what you feared most, how much you do regret it.  

You said you wouldn’t—that you couldn’t—you decided mutually that it was for the best that you went your separate ways, and to not dwell on the past. But, here you were, doing the opposite. Would he think it was as pathetic as you do? 

You hated how much he lingered on your nerves and flowed through your veins like a pretty poison. You hated how you had to meet someone so good you know you’ll never have better. And, you hated how much his thoughts and emotions were a mystery—a mystery you craved solving. You knew that if you died tonight, you’d regret not reaching out. Unfinished business or something. But, what if you didn’t die during the night and had to face the consequences of your actions? What if you had to face him again one day? Would you be able to? So many hypotheticals you weren’t sure you really wanted the answers to. 

The ghost of your failed-relationship will always haunt you, and it only gets worse in the dead of the night when you’re alone with your thoughts. The cold moon always mocked you, never answering your silent pleas for someone to fix what you couldn’t turn back time to—something you used to desperately cry out for. Now, you know no one is listening. And it should be humbling, yet you don’t care how many times you have to keep his sweatshirt over your body to get even a bit of sleep. 

At least you were sleeping now. 

But, you never thought you’d have to imagine ways to figure out how to make someone miss you. You never thought you’d want to make him suffer like you were. However, you never thought you’d feel lonely like you used to feel his heartbeat against yours. 

Nevertheless, it’s always the one who got away, wasn’t it?

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