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olliescorner · 1 year ago

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Enchanted

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Y/N

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k+

Summary: You meet a cute guy at a party.

Based on Enchanted (Taylor's Version) by Taylor Swift

There you were again tonight, in a room full of people you don’t know, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Eunbin thought it was a good idea to crash the freshman’s welcoming party. She dragged you out of your afternoon nap for this, and the moment you stepped into this party, she disappeared. She always has new people to meet, friends to greet, and of course, boys to get involved with. You've been to your fair share of parties to grow bored of them, no matter where or who you're with, it always feels like the same tired, lonely place to you. You're not big on socializing. Meeting new people is a terrible experience, you never know what to say or how to behave. It's a really unpleasant process that will undoubtedly cause any bystander second-hand embarrassment.

"How’s it going?"

You turn your head in the direction of an unfamiliar voice. It’s a boy you’ve never seen before, you figure he must be one of the freshmen.

"Nothing much going on."

You replied politely. You know how it goes, walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy. A genuine conversation is not what most boys are looking for at a party like this. But since you have nothing to do, and he still knows his place, you’ll entertain him for a few minutes.

"Are you enjoying the party?"

"Not really. You?"

"I’m feeling great! Just excited to be here to be honest. I’m Jiseok, Department of Civil Engineering, you?"

"Y/N, sophomore, Department of Linguistics."

You start to zone out mid-conversation. You mostly just smile or nod your head while he goes on and on with something you couldn’t care less about. But everything vanishes when you see his face, someone in the crowd, someone you feel like you’ve known forever.

He’s tall, with eyes so bright it feels like he holds a galaxy full of stars in them, it seems like he attempted the 5:5 ratio parted hair, but his hair is just all over the place now, like a frisky puppy. He’s wearing a white simple shirt underneath a flower-patterned cardigan in the same color with black trousers. All you can say is you were enchanted. You're spellbound. You're just dying to get out of this monotonous conversation now, before you lose him in the crowd.

"Uh… Jiseok, isn’t it? So sorry but I gotta go, nice to meet you anyway. Bye!"

You give Jiseok your cup, then make your way through the throng of partygoers, trying to get to the cute stranger. All of a sudden, he looks up, and your eyes meet. You think you're electrified. He holds your gaze for quite some time, and you can't look away. His eyes whisper: “Have we met?” And across the room, his silhouette starts to make its way to you. You're frozen in place and time, until he comes and breaks the ice.

"Hi."

The playful conversation starts. Despite his placid demeanor, he is funny and playful, with a hint of shyness that is rather endearing. His name is Sunghoon, he’s a freshman, and he got a scholarship due to the fact that he’s a treasured member of the figure skating team. Right now he’s studying multimedia. He still acts a little bashful with you, but he makes a lot of jokes and witty remarks that you respond to with the same level of mischief. You keep talking about everything you could think of, from your studies, to your hobbies, to the people you know, and even some trivial facts you found on the Internet. It’s like passing notes in secrecy, with all these people mingling and dancing around you, but you’re deep in your own world. He bursts out laughing at one of your jokes, and that’s when you notice his cute dimple, he has the most radiant smile you’ve ever seen, it lights up the whole room, and it sets your heart ablaze. And it was enchanting to meet him. All you can say is you were enchanted to meet him.

"Shoot! What time is it?"

You questioned, suddenly aware of your surrounding.

"It's only a little past 12. Why?"

He looks at you puzzled. And your heart breaks a little bit, knowing you have to go.

You look around for Eunbin, she's laughing with some blond dude in the corner of the room.

"I'm so sorry but I have to go, I have an important exam in the morning. I guess I'll see you around. Eunbin!"

You make your way to Eunbin at last. You literally have to drag her out of her conversation with that dude, the girl is mesmerized. You head straight for the door and leave, much to Eunbin's opposition.

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go. You're wonderstruck, blushing all the way home. And you're not the only one. Eunbin's whining about you dragging her out of the party too soon. She’s blushing, but it’s not just the alcohol, it’s that blond guy.

"So, who’s the lucky guy?"

"What?"

You roll your eyes at the question. She always plays dumb. After a while, she finally starts talking. His name is Jake, and he’s from Australia. Apparently, he has an irresistible accent, he has a dog named Layla bla bla bla, the list goes on. You smile to yourself, looks like you both found more than you bargained for at this party.

You finally arrive at your dorm. You immediately lie on your bed, sighing wistfully. I wonder if he knew that I was enchanted to meet him. Eunbin nags at you after emerging from the bathroom, having removed all her makeup. You pull yourself up reluctantly, you just want to sink into your bed right now, but you know she would kill you if you slept with your makeup on. You remove all your makeup in a dream-like state, you can’t stop thinking about him. You drag yourself to bed. You was almost lethargic a moment ago, and now you're wide awake. Your thoughts are running at lightning speed. Questions keep popping up, one after another. He won’t forget about me, will he? Did I tell him my name? Oh my god, what if he already has a girlfriend, or a boyfriend? No way! He wouldn’t act like that if he’s already taken. But what if he’s a player? Oh gosh! You scream into your pillow. The lingering question keeps you up. You stare at the ceiling for God knows how long. You turn your head to the side, checking the time on your digital alarm clock. 2 AM, who do you love? You wonder ‘til you're wide awake. You sit up on your bed, Eunbin is sound asleep on hers. You sigh, I’m gonna screw the exam tomorrow, God! You plop back down, staring at the ceiling like you're in an eye-contact contest. I can’t do this! You get out of bed. And now, you're pacing back and forth, wishing he was at your door. You’d open up and he would say: “Hey, it was enchanting to meet you.” It’s your problem, you could never leave something unfinished, you can’t stand the thought of not knowing the exact answer to something, and right now, you're dying to know if he feels the same about you. Because you’ve been there before, infatuated with someone who would never like you back. And you’ve watched your heart being broken into pieces time and time again to know that you can no longer wear your heart on your sleeve, it’s brutal out there. You need to know. This is dangerous, maybe you were too reckless, maybe you should have looked away, maybe… Why did we have to go to a party right before an exam? Why is there an exam in the morning? Why did we even have to meet at such a bad time? And why didn’t I ask for his number in the first place? You just want to bang your head against the wall now. All you know is you were enchanted to meet him.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew That this night is flawless, don't you let it go

You're wonderstruck. You haven’t felt this way about anyone for a long time. It’s exciting. You would have started dancing around all alone, if you were truly alone. You glance at Eunbin’s sleeping form, hoping you didn't wake her up.

If you can’t sleep, you figure you’d better utilize the time you have. You turn on your desk light, retrieving your journal from the white plastic organizer on your desk. It’s been a while since you last wrote anything. You’ve been busy, and you were exhausted every day after classes and all the partying. You barely had any time to think about writing. But now you have all the time in the world for this. You grab one of the pens you use for writing important and extremely emotional things, and start letting your emotions take the lead. It feels like there’s a dam inside you, and now you're releasing all the water stored inside.

This is me praying that This was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name, until I see you again These are the words I held back, as I was leaving too soon I was enchanted to meet you Please don't be in love with someone else Please don't have somebody waiting on you

Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you. You close the journal and take another look at your alarm clock, 5 AM. Since the exam is scheduled for eight o'clock, you still have time to catch some sleep. You lie down on your bed, and finally, drift off.

Fortunately, you think you did fine on your exam. But you're totally exhausted after that, so you drag yourself back to the dorm like a zombie, an action that requires more strength than you thought. By the time you arrive, you don’t even have any energy left to change your clothes, you just collapse on the bed. You quickly fall asleep, having stayed up until 5 in the morning. But your peaceful slumber is disturbed by a sharp knock on the door. You dismissed it at first, whoever that was could come back later, you don’t care. But they are consistent, or should you say stubborn? The knocking continues for about 10-15 minutes, you're not sure. You can’t take it anymore. You sit up straight on your bed, cursing to yourself, whoever that is, they're in for an earful. You yank the door open with all your might, ready to give whoever’s on the other side of the door a piece of your mind.

"I swear to God! I’m gonna-"

"Hey."

There he is, the boy you couldn’t stop thinking about, Park Sunghoon. He’s wearing a white shirt with a beige knitted vest and a checkered brown coat. He’s holding a drink carrier with two cups inside in one hand, and a paper bag smells of fresh pastries in the other hand. He’s looking at you with those sparkling eyes you thought you would never be able to see again. He seems startled by your reaction. He takes a little step back, then breaks out a tiny smile. Your heart melts. He looks like your dream come true. You're still trying to process this. Then you remember your disheveled look. You immediately slam the door shut to comb your hair and adjust your clothes to an acceptable state. Then you yank the door open again, with a bright smile on your face this time.

"Hey."

Sunghoon looks up at you with the same smile as before. He doesn’t seem to mind all that fuss. And your heart swells at the thought.

"Sorry about that. I need to freshen up a bit."

"No worries. You didn’t expect me anyway."

That I didn't.

"What are you doing here anyway? Not that I don’t want you here! I’m just surprised, that’s all!"

"You told me you had an exam this morning. So I bought iced tea, because you said you prefer tea over coffee. And I also brought you some pastries, I don’t know what you like, so I kinda bought a bunch, but don’t worry, I can finish it off if you can’t. How did it go anyway?"

He blurted out in one go, and you could see the rosy tint on his cheeks when he finished his sentences. Cute.

"It went well. Thanks for checking in on me. But how do you know where my dorm is?"

"Before you come to any conclusion, I swear I’m not a stalker! I told my friend Jake about you, and apparently, he knows your roommate Eunbin, one thing led to another, and now I'm here."

He blushed after blurting out everything again, and you chuckled at the way he awkwardly scratched his neck, eyes glued on the floor.

"I guess the thing they say about the Six Degrees of Separation is right after all."

"The what now?"

Sunghoon looked at you perplexed.

"You know, there's this theory saying that everyone is six or fewer social connections away from each other. I know Eunbin, Eunbin knows Jake, Jake knows you, so we're three degrees of separation."

"But I don't know you through them, so aren't we like, zero degree of separation?"

"You have a point."

You put your fingers under your chin, contemplating.

"Can we do this somewhere else, Y/N? We're kinda in the middle of the hallway now."

Sunghoon remarked playfully, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, sorry. You wanna go to the lake? My room is kinda messy right now."

Now it's your turn to blush. You detach yourself from the door you were leaning on, your hand reaching for the drinks.

"Sure. Let’s go."

"And hey, Sunghoon?"

"Yeah?"

"I just want you to know that I was enchanted to meet you."

#sunghoon x reader #parksunghoon #enhypen #Spotify

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beyeseul · 6 months ago

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yeseul nods her head along while listening to the girl attentively, then softly pats her shoulder once as a sign of… assurance, of the sorts, that she understands the sentiment.

⤷ ohh! i understand that feeling! ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ it’s not worth it paying to… not have fun, i get it.

in her mind, she compares it to paying for that zombie run she saw the other day. it’s just getting chased by zombies, or something along those lines — yeseul doesn’t remembers the rest of it. the keywords that stuck out to her was: zombies, run, and chased. the chances of her falling down five minutes in is very likely, therefore it’s not worth it as well.

she starts to scribble on her ipad again, this time taking a slightly longer time on it. yeseul purses her lips, feeling shy as she turns the screen back to the older girl, hiding her own face in the process because she just feels… shy, to ask someone she just met for drinks.

⤷ eunbin unnie then? ehh, thank you (づ_ど) do you want to get drinks in a bit? i’m really thirsty actually… the rollercoaster ride i had just now drained my energy away…

if eunbin read the sign in front of the haunted house correctly, her friends would have to be in line for about twenty minutes and then probably spend another ten inside the haunted house, which left her about thirty minutes of time alone. she could've spent it some other way, such as buying some snacks for herself, but she thinks this would be better.

"i don't love them. i hate having people jump out and scare me," eunbin admitted with a slight frown. "they're not scary, but i just hate that feeling, you know what i mean?" it seemed like fake horror to her, and she didn't enjoy it very much. she could watch scary movies, but having someone jumping out at her in a cramped up space wasn't her idea of having fun.

she looks at the words the other has scribbled down before finally realizing they've never even exchanged names. "it's nice to meet you, yeseul! what a pretty name. i'm eunbin," she said in response before offering the other a warm smile.

#* halloween / eunbin #eunbinbe #* threads #/ hehe replying to this!!

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kep1going · 2 years ago

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The follow-up assignment.

☆ shift not so peaceful after all

the second group chat < 00 > 01

few hours later...

The walk from the rehearsal room to the health center felt like an eternity for Hanbin, who was clutching his ankle and struggling to stay upright. Eunbin walked alongside him, providing support and trying to keep his spirits up, but it was clear that they were both worried about the severity of the injury.

The campus was deserted at this time of the night, but as soon as they walked through the center's door, YN hurried to assist them. "What's the problem?" she asked, her eyes scanning Hanbin's leg.

"He twisted his ankle during practice," Eunbin replied, signaling to Hanbin who was now gritting his teeth against the pain.

YN nodded, motioning for them to follow her. "Let's get you checked out. What's your name?"

"Sung Hanbin," he replied.

"Okay, Sung Hanbin," she said, leading him to the examination bed. "This might hurt a bit."

As she began to examine his ankle, he winced in pain. "It looks like you've got a severe sprain here. No fractures but just in case, I will call our physician."

SYNOPSIS During a late-night rehearsal for the upcoming music club concert, Sung Hanbin twists his ankle and is rushed to the university health center. Intern nurse on duty Y/N breaks the bad news to him that his ankle is severely sprained. She advises him to rest up for a few weeks, however, things may not be so simple as the follow-up of his condition could become a graded assignment for Y/N.

TAGLIST @juyomiao @r4innoms @jeonghyeonyujin21 @aesthetic-aryavartik @hikyeom @jiaant11

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be-points · 2 days ago

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SHIN EUNBIN - APRIL TRAINEE POINTS

+3 creative direction, +2 solo performance

+5 choreography

VERIFICATION: trainee replies ( one / two ), other replies ( one / two )

#eunbinbe

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haitfelt · 6 years ago

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- ̗̀ @anemcnes 𝕝 𝕚 𝕜 𝕖 𝕕 for a starter! ̖́-

“you know i’m not worth it, right? ”

#( eunbin / replies. )#heres the trash bin #KJSFNJKSDFN

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silverbins · 29 days ago

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missyouyerin:

so many memories mollify her. the worst of her thoughts are past her for the moment (half an hour of it the formerly dormant storm had raged on her long enough to get her to where she is now, capable of seeking any form of shelter). "eunbin..." she murmurs, her voice sticky soft like her cheeks from the tears and her heart from the ache. "remember when you and i would talk all night about boys?" she laughs, waterlogged and light, "why don't we do that anymore?" she expects soon eunbin will be through her front door, in front of her again... the first time they had really been alone without a camera crew or staff in front of them in what was at least a year.

late night wanderings, and she's a prisoner of her own mind and the ruthlessness of each comment that glares at her in-between each blink. a quick toss and one too many turns start to bleed into the hours one by one. (by now, she's just counting down from one hundred — second by second till the sun peeks past, telling her: it's time for a new day.)

but tonight there's a saving grace, a silver lining that has her pulse wayward: the light of her screen and the back-to-back buzzes of her phone.

what she doesn't expect is the ticking breaths hinging on the fine line of a category-five hurricane. time wages war, priming her for the heady weight snowballing in the back of her throat. mind over matter, and like a knee-jerk reaction, she's gone girl before her voice has the chance to reply: "yerin, just stay put — i'll be there soon."

one crack of the door, and it's the weeks of silence that inflict destruction. one look and the thunderous distance, and there's a thought that flashes with the realization: they're back to the silhouettes of their wasted youth.

she listens to yerin's cries, and the ripple effect of her heart fragmenting piece by piece echoes. courage begins by wrapping two arms around the keepsake of her childhood — she pulls her into a hug. "what's wrong, i'm here. talk to me — what happened tonight?" the cadence in her voice lends itself to a murmur, and she remembers: this is what it feels like to be helpless in secondhand aches.

"come on, stop crying." the words contradict the lull of her voice, nor does it falter the rhythmic pats against yerin's back. "talk to me like you always do. tell me, what's been going on."

#P / YERIN #/friendship breakups = hard #/Q.

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anexthetxc · 1 month ago

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"Hm. I don't think that's a good idea." Eunbin tried not to judge, though she stood back and watched with a curious expression that slowly morphed in to one of disgust. "Ok. If you're going to do that, then I'm going to move on and pretend I don't know you."

@therainwork // starter from Eunbin

#therainwork #therainwork (1)#replies (eunbin)#starter

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦

Warnings: Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Suggestive scenarios only, no actual NSFW content.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Hongjoong!" You continuously poked at his arm rather harshly, trying to get him to look away from the phone in his hands.

"What-what?!" He freaked out and accidentally dropped his phone on the floor.

When he saw you peeking over to see what had gotten him so interested, he quickly scrambled to pick it up before hiding it in his lap. That made you even more suspicious.

"What are you trying to hide?" You squinted your eyes at him.

Hongjoong gulped nervously, which made your anxiety rise up.

"No-nothing... " But obviously there was something if his eyes refused to look at you. The longer you stared at him, the more Hongjoong seemed to recoil back in his chair, looking like he was..... guilty? Ashamed?

Dropping your fork on the table, you held up an accusatory finger at him.

"I'm warning you right now Kim Hongjoong, if you're fucking cheating on me I will cut off your penis while you're sleeping!" You threatened him.

The color drained from Hongjoong's face but nonetheless he got up to go over and calm you down.

"No no babe! I'm not cheating on you! I swear." He promised you, even getting on his knees in front of you.

"Then what were you looking at that you didn't want me to see?"

Sighing softly, Hongjoong took out his phone and pulled up the picture that he was looking at: it was a really cute and girly crib with a pink bed setting. You had to admit you were surprised that it would be something he was so intently looking at.

"And tell me why you were so distracted by this? Who were you planning on buying this for? Our son is already 3 and I don't think he'll appreciate the frilly pink in his room." You tried reasoning with him.

"No it's not for him. I've just been seeing so many nursery ideas for baby girls and it kinda got me thinking...." He paused and layed a hand on your stomach as he bit down on his lip, hoping you'd catch on to what he was trying to say.

And you most certainly did.

"Hongjoong- are you telling me you actually want another baby?" You weren't put off by the idea but it was so sudden and unexpected that you didn't know how to react.

Standing upright, Hongjoong squeezed your cheeks and softly pecked your lips.

"I do. I want an adorable and beautiful little girl... just like you. " He chuckled adoringly as he pressed more kisses to your cheek, trying to coerce you into saying yes.

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Dang, could you imagine raising 6 kids?" You asked Seonghwa as you cuddled up closer to him, your hand stroking the little patch of skin that was peeking out of his pajama shirt while you two watched the old sitcom The Brady Bunch play on your tv.

"Well you'd never have a boring day for sure." He chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

You hummed softly, eyes never leaving the screen in front of you.

"True...but to think how exhausting it must be. We only have two and they take up most of our time."

Seonghwa laughed at how true your words were, your twins already nearing 5 years of age and boy were they a handful. If you weren't making sure they were doing well in school, you almost always had to deal with the boy pranking his sister or causing all kinds of mischief or you had your daughter coming up to you with the darnest of questions, one after another.

"But you can't deny they're adorable and they make our life happier." He reminded you, and you had to agree. Like Seonghwa said, there was never a boring day with your two munchkins around.

Feeling Seonghwa's fingers idly tap along your hip, you knew his mind was elsewhere and not on the show playing on the tv.

"Penny for your thoughts?" You asked him.

Seonghwa wondered whether it would be a good idea to say something but ultimately decided 'screw it.' Turning off the tv, he sat up and looked you straight in the eye.

"How would you feel about adding another member to the family?" He straight out blurted it out.

Although you knew what he meant, you decided to play like you didn't understand.

"I thought you said no pets because they make a mess." You giggled which caused Seonghwa to flick your head.

"You know that's not what I meant." He huffed out.

"I know, I know love...."

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, your fingers slowly began undoing the buttons.

"So.... you want another baby?"

Seonghwa felt himself hardening when he looked at your suggestive eyes.

"Yes." He breathed out, tongue swiping over his lips when you brought your face close to his.

"Wanna fuck another baby into me?" You smirked as you layed down on the bed and pulled him on top of you.

"Hell yeah-"

Your moment was interrupted when you heard the screeching of your daughter as she called out for you, ratting out her brother in his new prank. Seonghwa sighed loudly as he got up.

"Guess we're trying this another night."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Picking his son up from school, Yunho watched as the little boy waved goodbye to his friends who in turn ran to their respective parents. He noticed how the boy seemed to look with great curiosity at some of them, particularly when they would hug or mess around with the sibling that was accompanying their dad or mom. Even during the car ride home, Yunho would peer through the rear view mirror and saw the little boy fidgeting his tiny hands.

"What's up buddy? Something on your mind?" He asked.

His son looked around nervously before blurting out:

"Dad how come all of my friends have brothers or sisters but I don't?"

Yunho had to steady his grip on the steering wheel to keep from swerving onto the opposite lane. He was not prepared to be asked such a question by his son.

"I well umm..... mommy and I didn't know you'd want a sibling...."

Yunho looked back at his son through the rear view mirror, hesitating on his words.

"Do you want a brother or sister?"

The reaction on the boy's face was immediate, eyes growing big and sparkling.

"Yes! I want someone to play with every day too!" He squealed.

Yunho chuckled at his son's excitement. Getting out his phone, being careful not to take his eyes off the road, he made a quick call to Mingi and asked him if he could babysit for a couple hours, which his friend was more than happy to do. Yunho immensely thanked him and hung up.

"Well buddy, for today please settle for Mingi's daughter. Maybe this time you'll actually beat her in climbing up a tree faster."

Happy at getting his boy content and with entertained for a few hours, Yunho dropped him off at Mingi's place, the latter promising to take good care of him, which Yunho didn't doubt one bit. Getting back inside the car, he nearly drove over the speed limit just so he could get home as fast as possible. You were just finishing up setting up the table for lunch when Yunho came running inside.

"Hey, where's-"

You slightly gasped when Yunho cupped your face and began kissing you hungrily, his mouth devouring yours as his hands went to the back of your thighs so he could pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist.

"Yunho what has gotten into you? Where's my baby?" You finally asked when you were able to catch your breath.

"He's over with Mingi and he'll be there for a couple hours, perfect if you ask me."

You couldn't help the blush that spread across your cheeks when Yunho kicked open the door to your room and proceeded to lay you on the bed.

"Our son is lonely, he wants someone to play with and keep him company."

You giggled when you caught onto his meaning, tilting your head when he began peppering kisses along your jaw.

"So let's try and make him a sibling."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang and you calmly laid out the food on top of the picnic blanket, one of you looking over every once in a while at the pair of kids running around the park, making sure neither of them got hurt, which they didn't. You two merely exchanged amused looks when you heard their playful bantering.

"Hey! No fair! You cheated!" Your son accused his older half sister, face frowning at having lost in their game of hide and seek.

"Did not! You're just a sore loser." Eunbin called out.

Huffing loudly, your son stomped his tiny 4 year old feet away from her, but stopping midway to turn around dramatically.

"I liked you better when you'd let me win!" He exclaimed.

"And I liked you better when you couldn't talk and still needed to be changed. You were a lot cuter back then!" Eunbin replied, half snorting at her statement.

You and Yeosang tried not to burst out laughing right then and there, preferring to keep quiet, knowing they'd be friends again in 5 minutes and forget they even got mad at each other. You went back to your task of peeling fruit, so engrossed that you almost didn't hear Yeosang start talking.

"He was incredibly adorable as a baby, Eunbin isn't lying." He commented.

"Yeah he was. He looked like a little cherub. Squishy cheeks and button nose." You faintly squealed as you recalled all the times you'd stay by his crib and watched him sleep.

Yeosang also began reminiscing about those times, his mind starting to get ideas.

"What if we had another one?" He asked so casually.

"Another baby?" You raised your head to look at him.

"Yeah.... I mean... I kinda miss all those sleepless nights of crying, endless feeding, rocking them to sleep and changing diapers." Yeosang admitted.

"I did most of it though." You reminded him.

"I mean.... I helped didn't I?" Yeosang tried to argue.

"Actually Damian helped out, even if he was grouchy about it." You rolled your eyes.

Yeosang huffed. "So I take it this means no baby?"

"Now hold on, I didn't say that. I'm very open to the idea, but you know this isn't a decision to make ourselves."

Calling for your children over, they speedily made their way to you two, each of them sitting next to their favorite parent, Eunbin next to her father while your son scooted over with you, resting his head on your lap.

"Hey kids, what do you guys think about mommy and I getting you guys a brother or sister?"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"There you go princess. All nice and pretty like always. Remember to behave at school ok? And be nice...."

Looking over to make sure you weren't within earshot, San leaned in and whispered to his daughter.

"But if anyone is being mean to you, remember to do that thing I taught you."

The tiny pig tailed girl held up her tiny fists and proceeded to lift her foot up and kick the air, just like her father had secretly taught her to do when you weren't around.

"That's my girl! Love you."

Kissing the top of her head, he watched her get in the car that also contained Wooyoung's daughter, their mom waving from the driver's side before taking them both to school. As usual, San stayed by the doorstep and waited a couple minutes before heading back inside. He joined you in the kitchen, where you were busy washing dishes from breakfast. Feeling your husband hug you from behind, you looked over and pecked his cheek.

"What's wrong?" You asked when you saw his pouty face.

"I'm worried about our princess. What if something happens to her?" He was starting once more with his overprotective dad mode.

"San she's going to be fine." You assured him.

"How do we know for sure? We say that now but what about later in life? Soon she'll start growing up, start making her own decisions and- Oh my God! Boys! Some boy will try to take her away from me!" He screeched, pure panic on his face.

"And that's normal. She will attract boys, she will date, will get her heartbroken-"

"Oh no no no, anyone breaks her heart, I'll break their necks." He cracked his knuckles to get his point across.

"You can't spy on her 24/7 you know. You might not even know when someone is interested in her or if she's interested in someone." You tried explaining to him.

"Hmmm true....we need someone else to do the job.."

Turning you around, San had a mischievous look in his eyes as he began untying your robe.

"Maybe someone like a little brother to report to me anything that goes on in her life."

You scoffed at him. "Choi San, are you suggesting we have a kid merely so they'll become your little accomplice?"

San chuckled as he pulled your body against his.

"That and it's getting pretty gloomy in the house without our daughter. Another baby might cheer us up."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Mingi and you cooed at the tiny baby that was in Yunho's arms.

"He's so adorable." You squeaked when he brought it closer to you so you could get a better look at his tiny face

"And big." Mingi pointed out

"Yep, his mom felt that too while pushing him out." Yunho grimaced as he recalled the excruciating hours inside the delivery room.

"But it was all worth it in the end. We brought another healthy precious boy into the world and our son won't be so lonely anymore." Yunho continued as he looked over towards his son and your daughter who were currently immersed in their favorite tv show.

"Here, wanna hold him?"

Of course you did. Carefully taking the baby from his arms, you rocked him in your embrace, your heart nearly bursting out of your chest from how cute he was.

"Oh my god Mingi! He's the cutest thing ever." You whisper yelled, not wanting to cause the baby to cry or anything.

"I know. Doesn't it make you want another one?"

You whipped your head over at Mingi, who looked shocked that he actually said that.

"I mean- if you don't want to that's fine. I understand. After all, we already have our lovely daughter and I wouldn't want you to go through another pregnancy if you weren't up to it..." His babbling started to trail off, throat clearing as he felt embarrassed about what he said.

"Well look at that, he needs to be fed. Maybe it'll give you two time to talk." Yunho laughed slightly as he took the baby away and went to go prepare a bottle.

When Mingi looked back, you had your arms crossed over your chest, foot tapping against the floor. Your stare made him nervous.

"Song Mingi....do you want another baby?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I mean....I would but if you don't, I won't-"

You silenced him by pressing a kiss on his lips.

"I do. I think it'd be nice to grow our tiny family a little more." Your reply brought a smile to his face.

"Really? You mean it?"

You nodded immediately, giggling when he pressed more kisses on your lips.

"Can we start trying tonight?"

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

"Y/N, I need your opinion on something." Wooyoung called out for you.

Walking into the room, you saw him face deep on his laptop, scrolling the mouse down.

"What?" You asked as you came up behind him.

"You know how we've been talking about moving to a different area?" You nodded at his question. Indeed, you had both been discussing about moving to a neighborhood that was close to your daughter's school.

"Well I found a few options and I wanted to see if you liked any of them."

Hunching over slightly, you started looking at all the different houses Wooyoung found. They all looked pretty cozy and very spacious.. a little too big though.

"Ooh! That's the one I liked! It has this huge backyard and I was thinking maybe we could install a playground for our daughter out there. With swings and a slide. Or maybe a trampoline!" He excitedly poured out his ideas.

"Wooyoung these are all 4 bedroom houses though." You pointed out.

"Yeah. So?" He shrugged.

"It's literally just 3 of us, what on earth are we going to do with 2 spare rooms?" You questioned him.

"Well I mean....what if..it wasn't just us 3? What if 3 became 4...or even more?" He looked up at you as he bit down on his lip, his hands coming up to caress your hips in a suggestive manner.

Smiling fondly at him, you cupped his cheeks and hummed.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You smirked at him.

"Are you going to say yes?" He looked at you with a hopeful smile.

You pretended to think about it, but eventually sighed and gave in.

"Yes."

Wooyoung jumped up from his seat and crushed you in a tight embrace, his lips attacking your cheek with pecks that felt more aggresive than grateful.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" He repeated over and over again.

Running out of the room, he barged into your daughter's bedroom where he proceeded to pick her up and spin her around, the poor girl confused.

"Guess what babygirl?! We're moving to a new house and you're going to get a sibling!"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho steadied the tiny girl on his lap who was bouncing out of emotion while watching the soccer game.

"Ok ok honey, settle down. I don't want you falling off or something." He said as his strong hands kept her in place.

You and your daughter proudly cheered for Hongjoong's son and his team as they continued to score goal after goal, eventually winning over the other team which sent all of the spectators into a frenzy.

"Oh my god! They actually won!" You clapped.

Overflowing with excitement, your daughter hopped off her dad's lap and ran full speed into the field where she proceeded to latch onto Hongjoong's son, her tiny arms clinging to him while the poor boy was looking scared and nudged for someone to help him.

"Of course she'd run over to him." Jongho let out a sigh.

"Upset that your little girl already has her first crush?" You teased.

"No- well yes, but no actually."

Sensing that something was the matter with him, you inched yourself closer to Jongho, your hand reaching out to hold his.

"Is something wrong?"

It took a while for Jongho to muster his thoughts, but he eventually laid out his worries to you.

"No, it's just.... don't get me wrong, I love our daughter very much, she's my whole world along with you. But I can't help but feel jealous of my friends with their sons. Taking them to soccer matches every weekend, teaching them how to kick a ball, score a goal, you know, activities for father son bonding times."

You understood what he was talking about and although he could very well try to teach those things to your daughter, she was much too delicate and girly for such things, not to mention she didn't have much of an interest in sports. Resting your head on his shoulder, you smiled as you suggested:

"Maybe we should start trying for a boy then. I think it'd be nice don't you?"

Jongho whipped his head at you, questioning if you were being serious or not. You grinned and kissed his nose, effectively letting him know you were indeed being serious. Giggling, he pulled you against him and kissed your forehead.

"I love you so much."

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#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez dilf au #dilf!ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

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derireo-galge · 3 years ago

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The End? | 0,8k | yoonmin sketch✍🏼

Yoongi and Jimin will always be Yoongi and Jimin.

[apocalypse yoonmin, angst with a happy ending (as happy as it can be in apocalypse), yoonmin married! ]

You never plan on this.

You may dream about it and wake up drenched in cold sweat. You may witness it, on a big screen, maybe clutching at your friend or your own clothes.

But then the lights come back on and you're back to the real world.

The real world was falling apart.

You may not have been the part of the original issue but you're a casualty.

A collateral damage.

Insignificant, even less than you would ordinary be, in the face of a global catastrophe.

- Do you think it will happen today?

Yoongi turned his head and saw Jimin sitting next to the opposite wall, posture slouched casually, looking outside.

The panoramic windows were such a great choice for their apartment, the light that shone on all of his face made it look even more ethereal.

As if it was physically possible at all.

- It might as well, - Yoongi replied, lying on the carpeted floor.

There was no motivation left to do anything as the meteor shower turned into deadly explosions all over their beloved city.

It wouldn't stand another day, they said.

So before the gates of hell opened wide he couldn't be bothered with anything. Anything but watching his husband and just being in the same space as him every second of their remaining hours.

Jimin crawled up to him and asked:

- Now promise me, yeobo.

Yoongi looked into his eyes. He looked peaceful, resigned.

- Anything for you, my love.

The younger extended his pinky and he immediately latched onto it, the only connection that mattered right now.

- When it's all over here and now, it's not over for us, - he gulped, - It's the end of this road but the beginning of another, you hear me?

He wanted to cry but he couldn't bring himself to do that. It would only shatter his lover’s heart even more.

- Of course.

His voice was hoarse and throat tight but he took a deep breath to respond:

- I feel so sure it happened before. And the time before that. I'm yours in every life, my Jimin-ah.

- Say my name again, Yoongi, - his voice sounded so beautiful. How he could ever get enough of it?

- Jimin-ah.

- Again?

- Ji...

- Ji?

There was a cacophony of sounds.

- Did you hear that?

He felt like his mouth was really hard to move.

- Ji..?

He opened his eyes and there were so many colours around his eyes couldn't adjust right away.

- Did you just hear this? Eunbin!

A young woman walked up to him quickly.

- What happened?

The other lady pointed at him and then at something on her lap.

- Hush, just wait for it. Yoonie! - He turned to face her, - Tell auntie, who is this?

She pointed to her lap again and he was confused.

There was a baby, he was looking right at him. He was smaller than him, that's for sure.

Because he, Yoongi, could walk and didn't need to sit on his mothers lap anymore. Who was that?

- Ji..?

- Hear that? He learnt Jiminie's name!

- Awe! - Eunbin said, - I know they will make great friends, don't you think?

~the end~

#jimin #yoongi #yoonmin #yoonmin au #bts au fic #bts fanfction #ai-ee au sfw yoonmin #ai-ee au

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enfinityy · 4 years ago

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A/N :

Look who finally decided to make a comeback ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ I'm sorry for the delay but I have no excuses other than my laziness.

🦋

Favorite notification

-serenity 🦋

"Y/n" Jungwon calls out but to no valid. The school gets very crowded everytime the spring fest is organised.

Jungwon finally catches up with her and pokes her in the shoulder. "Y/n, I'm selected for the show. They loved my performance"

"Wonnie, that's so amazing. Congrats" y/n hugs him. She has been trying to get over her crush on him since middle school and it never worked. Jungwon smiles cutely and says " I have to go back to class, I'm really tired"

"Okay, go ahead. I'm actually searching for Baekseung"

"Baekseung?" Jungwon's face changes " why?" " For arranging the mic system together. I'm tired of being in-charge." Jungwon ruffles her hair, " you deserve some rest as well. Come to class when you are done." Y/n nodds and spins off to find Baekseung.

*time skips*

Eunbin rush to y/n , " I heard Jungwon got selected for the performance. How fab is that? I think I should confess to him after his performance. As I'm going to be the host, I think it will be a great opportunity. How about you drop the hint to him first?"

Y/n replied, trying not to show she is annoyed, "I'm all in, all the best."

*time skips*

Y/n walks up to Jungwon's class to see him all alone, deep in thoughts. She just stared at his beautifully structured face and sighs. If only she could get over her crush, helping Eunbin would have been easier.

"Jungwon" she calls out and walks over to him. " Do you know our friend Eunbin?"

Jungwon nodds, " Yeah, I do"

" Well, she told me that she have this big crush on you and is going to ask you out soon."

Jungwon shows a dead-pan face, " and?"

"Come on, don't be like this. I know you might not like her but give it a shot."

"You can't force me into things like this."

"I know I know but atleast talk to her ok? "

Jungwon sighs," fine, but don't blame me if things don't work out"

*time skips*

Y/n waits outside the classroom, secretly hoping their conversation don't work out.

Jungwon comes out, causually and looks at her. Y/n stares with eyes full of hope, " so?"

He shrugs," I told her I liked someone else"

Y/n tries to smile, " and I didn't know? Why didn't you tell me! Who is it?"

"Nobody" "So you lied?"

He walk away , answering , " I did not"

*bell rings*

Y/n walks home alone. She didn't get to see Jungwon and knew Eunbin was ignoring her as well.

After dinner, when she got ready for bed, she decided to give it a shot and texts Jungwon a good night

After some few seconds, her phone screen lots up and y/n sees it's a reply from him. She prays a quick prayer and opens it. She smiles. It read:

" SEE! you're my favourite notification <3"

A/n:

Me thinks this is cringe

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen #writing #enhypen fluff #fluff #enhypen x female reader #high school #jungwon #yang jungwon #jungwon fluff

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sunflowersoonyoung · 4 years ago

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sweet & dangerous | hui

w.c ↠ 2.2k

pairing ↠ hui x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ smut, incubus! hui, supernatural au!, dom! hui

description ↠ the gentleman whom often visits your workplace decides to surprise you elsewhere - somewhere rather unexpected.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, supernatural themes

a/n ↠ hi guys~! it’s been a while, hasn’t it? i’m pretty proud of this piece, it took me many nights and lots of proofreading, but finally it’s out! check out pentagon if you haven’t, they’re super underrated~

Remnants of sleep were still crumbling off you as the clock passed nine; over an hour since you arrived at your workplace - a small cafe. Tangerine light stretched across the smooth wooden countertop, emanating a dull warmth that took the edge off of the cold.

Your favourite coworker, Eunbin, was rostered on with you. Currently sweeping the front whilst humming, she seemed particularly joyful considering it was a workday.

“You seem happy today,” you commented, observing her as you absently wiped off the coffee machine. She tucked a strand of loose chestnut hair beneath an ear and gleamed at you proudly.

“I put some extra effort into my makeup today. I’m hoping Hoetaek will notice,” she hummed sheepishly. The subject of her excitement did not surprise you.

“You’re at work,” you scolded, “you shouldn’t worry about those sorts of things.”

Hoetaek was a regular, and also the focus of practically all fourteen of your coworkers. Once one had met him, they would swiftly understand why.

He was quite attractive, with a slim face and thick lips. It often drew attention towards him, turning heads. You had served him numerous times, and he always spoke with a gentle tone and polite attitude. A winning combination of beauty inside and out.

Also, there was something about his aura. You could never place a finger on it, but he was strangely magnetising.

Eunbin scoffed, retrieving the dustpan to collect the dirt pile from the floor. She tipped the dust into the bin and faced you with crossed arms.

“You know he’s handsome. What if he offered you his number? Would you worry about work then?”

“It would be unprofessional if I accepted it,” you replied firmly.

She rolled her eyes, her excitement stifled by your stiff response, “I’m going out the back for some stuff.”

The very moment she disappeared, the bell attached to the front door chimed softly.

“Good morn-,” you had to swallow a choked cry of shock as you met the curious gaze of Hoetaek. He seemed to be quite amused that he had found you alone, a strange atmosphere ebbing from him. Something akin to sexual tension.

“Hello, darling,” he hummed, feigning his usual demeanour but with a hint of shrewdness, “the usual, please.”

Hoetaek always ordered a vanilla-raspberry muffin and a latte - you had served him this every day for over a year. As you slipped his dessert into a paper bag, you could feel his scorching stare following you with every movement.

His soft palm grazed yours as he exchanged money, and you almost jerked away, surprised by the sensation. The contact shot hot electricity up your arm, wiping clean any thoughts that were bubbling up.

Disorientated by your overwhelmed state, you decided instead to focus on making his coffee. However, this became increasingly more difficult as you could feel him still watching you. In the corner of your eye, you observed him leaning across the countertop, running his tongue over his bottom lip tantalisingly before finally speaking.

“I’m glad I finally have you to myself,” he remarked, his inky irises peering at you - surveying your expression for a reaction.

You tried desperately to steel yourself, but despite that, you could feel your face prickling with heat.

A gradual smile stretched across Hoetaek’s face, amusement painting his features. You were working so hard to remain professional, and to him, it was entertaining. A sly side was emerging from beneath his pleasant exterior.

“I bet one of your coworkers wouldn’t hesitate to say something. But you’re a good girl, aren’t you? I guess that’s why you’re my favourite.”

The frigid room grew exceedingly hot, every word that left his thick lips dripping with guile and lust. You could feel a familiar warmth ebb between your legs, images of his firm thighs overrunning your mind.

Briskly finishing his drink, you sealed it with a lid and pressed it into his hands, forcing a polite smile, “here’s your coffee. Have a nice day.”

Hoetaek’s eyebrows raise incredulously, staring back at you as if you had just done something ridiculous, and honestly, you had. It was apparent that he was unused to rejection, because he faltered, numbly clutching his coffee.

“I get it,” he finally spoke, tucking his free hand into a pocket, “your work is important. I’ll just have to try something different.”

With that, he turned his back to you and strode casually through the front door, leaving you behind to simmer over his ominous statement.

“Everything okay?”

Eunbin’s return was unexpected, and she settled a palm on your shoulder. You were in such a daze that her abrupt touch caused you to flinch. She frowned at you, visibly concerned.

“Y-Yeah, everything’s fine. Hoetaek just came in.”

Her jaw immediately dropped, and she shrieked in alarm.

“No!”

The sheets of your bed were soothing against your skin as you slid your feet beneath them. You stretched your toes, sighing happily.

Even long after work had finished, the incident with Hoetaek had never ceased to bother you. Things as simple as the colour of his voice were still replaying in your head. His parting words had especially troubled you.

Admittedly, you were bothered for more than one reason.

You had relished every passing thought of him bending you over the counters, feeling the silky head of his cock sliding between your folds. Now you were unbearably hot - your clitoris was throbbing against your underwear.

It had been quite a while since you had last touched yourself. As the warm pad of your finger ran over your swollen clit, you gasped, raising your hips from the mattress.

Though your pace was slow, you were ridiculously sensitive. Pleasure quickly began accumulating. You clamped your eyes shut, bright spots speckled behind your eyelids. You were so focussed upon the buzz washing across your body, that you failed to notice you were sinking into a deep sleep.

A soft white light shone against your face, languidly stirring you from slumber. You could feel leather beneath your bare skin, which caught you off guard. Your surroundings were hazy as if you were peering through a tinted lens. A broad figure came into view, his hands folded into the pockets of tight black suit pants.

“Hey, darling. Been waiting for you.”

Hoetaek was standing over you, carrying with him a heavy presence. He wore a white button-up, slightly undone to reveal a stretch of olive skin. You shrunk against the sofa upon recognition, covering up your almost-nude body.

He placed a finger beneath your chin and gently tilted your head towards him.

“I know you’ve been thinking about me. Who knew you were so naughty?” He hummed, curiosity painting his handsome features. He seemed vivid against the fuzzy background, every inch of him hyper-accurate.

It was strangely realistic, considering this was a dream.

“Up,” Hoetaek ordered, pulling you onto your feet by your wrist, “let’s find out if those fantasies of yours were accurate.”

You were so dazzled by his suave grin that you barely noticed as he spun you around and pushed you down across soft sheets. His palm smacked your bare thigh, urging you to crawl up the plush mattress till your head landed on the pillows.

His lips were just as full as you had dreamt of, and a pleasant scent tickled your nose as he kissed you. All of the heat in the atmosphere was soaked up by your body, filling you with desperation. You just wanted him to relieve you from the insatiable need that was eating you up, driving you insane.

Hoetaek’s fingers wrapped around your forearms amidst a dizzying kiss, tugging them above your head and clamping them in place. The weight and the subtle warmth of his figure draped across you was hardly enough contact to sate you, and he knew it.

Every slight sensation felt so real. The way his button-up brushed against your chest, the way his saliva tasted; you wanted to engrave every detail into your mind, so you would not forget when you woke.

His mouth began travelling down your neck, growing increasingly rougher as he progressed till his teeth were pinching the tops of your breasts. You groaned, arching your back against the bedding. His thumbs hooked the lace of your underpants, deliberately tugging them down your legs teasingly, letting his hands skim your thighs.

A warm finger ran between the lips of your slick pussy, and a sharp gasp slipped from your throat.

“Was it thinking about me that made you this wet?” He purred, eyes shimmering as he peered down at your vulnerable form.

Abruptly, his thick finger plunged inside of you, right down to his knuckle.

It took every inch of your willpower not to cry out, swallowing your voice and finding the pillow behind your head, capturing the fabric in your fists. Hoetaek tutted, “there’s no need to keep quiet - no one can hear you. What do I need to do to make you lose some of those inhibitions, hm?”

His question was rhetorical, and it seemed he had already planned out the answer. His hands were almost large enough to wrap around your thighs as he parted them, crawling between them. You breathed in to brace yourself as his hot breath hit your bare pussy.

Never had you ever felt such immeasurable pleasure. It crashed over you in electric waves, only accumulating more intensely with each passing moment. The way his fingers seemed to move in tandem with his tongue was almost unbearable. It was a clever tactic for him to pin down your legs, which were trembling uncontrollably.

You were so sensitive that when he suckled gently, your orgasm crashed into you. He seemed uncaring, overstimulating you mercilessly till your eyes burned with tears.

As you recovered, Hoetaek’s blurred figure loomed over you. Through a sheen of tears, you watched him lap up your nectar from his finger with a cocky grin spread across his face.

“Oh~, is that all it took?”

He reached down and unclasped your bra with one hand, exposing your bare breasts. With his other hand, he undid the buttons on his shirt.

“I can make you feel even better,” he hummed, kneeling to unbuckle his pants, tugging them down his hips just enough to free his cock - which practically gleams with perfection. The sight fills your mouth with saliva.

Hoetaek dragged you closer against him, roughly pushing the head of his shaft against your ebbing heat. You instinctively closed your eyes; he looked far too large to fit painlessly. Anticipation mingled with fear coursed through your veins.

Abruptly, his cock sunk inside of you with surprising ease. You gasped, squirming and writhing as your pussy clung to him. A groan rolled up from the pit of his throat.

“So fucking tight,” he growled, hips grinding against your backside. Once he starts moving, the air fills with only your simultaneous grunts. You can no longer see his face, your vision blurring as his cock reaches a place you have never managed to reach alone. It makes your head spin and your skin flush.

“Good girl, you’re taking it well. Just focus on me,” Hoetaek purred, his pace relentless, practically shoving you into the sheets. Everything fades away, your focus honing in upon the way he slid in and out of you.

It felt incredible, to the extent that when his thumb harshly pressed against your clit, you came far harder than earlier. Perhaps it was because you had something to clench around, but it was so overwhelming that drool began running down your chin.

You were gasping for air when you came down from your high, gradually noticing that Hoetaek had stopped. Through your fogged vision, he was smiling.

“You came pretty hard, huh? Better rest up, else you’ll be sore tomorrow.”

But you craved him and his sweet warmth. You wanted his firm arms wrapped around you, comforting you as you slept. Sadness washed over you as his handsome features began to blur into the background, till there was nothing but blackness.

Morning sunlight slithered across your face, stirring you from peaceful slumber. Shards of your dream still lingered, recalling arousal to the pit of your belly. You had never had such a vividly sexual dream, the immense pleasure still fresh in your memory.

You almost feared facing Hoetaek again, knowing you would be unable to see him the same way ever again.

Stiffness resided in your limbs, a sort of mild soreness warming your muscles as you stretched. It was strange; you had to assume that you had slept awkwardly. There was only one other explanation, but that was too farfetched of an answer.

Shuffling languidly from your bedroom, you planned to prepare for a day empty of activities. It was your day off, after all.

What alarmed you, dragging you back to reality, was the smell of pancakes. It was a familiar, sweet scent. You hastened your pace, hurrying into your kitchen to investigate.

Hoetaek stood at your stovetop, almost fully naked - save for his boxer shorts, orange lighting reflecting off his beautiful tan skin. You had to blink, dizzied by the impossible picture. He offered you a mischievous grin.

“Sleep well?”

#pentagon #pentagon hui #pentagon hoetaek #pentagon x reader #kpop x reader #hui x reader #hoetaek x reader #pentagon smut #kpop smut #hui smut #hoetaek smut #pentagon imagines #kpop imagines #hui imagines #boy group x reader #boy group smut

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moonchild-prod · 3 years ago

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noir.

ch.2 : winter dream, the repackage

abstract: Chanmi ends up spending the day with Johnny after they both show up to NCT Dream’s concert not knowing the other would be there.

main characters: lee chanmi, johnny suh

word count: 3.7k

warnings: none

a/n: i rewrote one of my previous chapters because i read it the other day and it made me want to delete my account. the plot is the same but almost nothing else is and now it is unbelievably better. ENJOY! oh and listen to nct dream’s live album while you read

It was Noir’s long-awaited break for Christmas. Well, it was a break for some of the members. SM recently informed Bomi and Eunbin that they would be doing a photoshoot for W Korea one day during their time off. That day was today.

“I can’t believe Chanmi gets to do nothing today,” Bomi groaned. “Why did it have to be just us doing the photoshoot?” She looked at Eunbin with a pained expression.

“Don’t ask me,” replied Eunbin. “…Aren’t you going to pick that up?”

Bomi lazily turned her head to look over at her phone, which was ringing. She grabbed it and pressed the green button.

“What?”

“Is everyone there?”

“Chunhei just went home for Christmas, but Eunbin is sitting next to me and Chanmi is in the kitchen.”

“Can you get Chanmi and put me on speaker?”

Bomi sighed, then yelled. “CHANMI, GET IN HERE! HAECHAN IS ON THE PHONE!”

“Did you have to yell right into my ear?” Eunbin asked, frowning.

“Yes.”

Chanmi suddenly appeared from around the corner holding a glass of orange juice. “I have arrived.”

Bomi put the call on speaker and placed her phone on the coffee table. “You’re on speaker.”

“Are you guys busy today? I was hoping you could come to our fan meeting.”

“Bomi and I are doing a photoshoot,” answered Eunbin. “On our day off.”

“What?!” Haechan yelled. “My plans are ruined!”

“What plans did you have?” Chanmi asked.

Haechan sighed. “I wanted us all to hang out because we never see each other anymore.”

Bomi smirked as she suddenly had an idea. “Chanmi isn’t doing anything today. She could go without us.”

Chanmi’s eyes widened while she took a sip of her orange juice. “What if I don’t want to sit by myself for multiple hours?”

Suddenly, another voice could be heard from the phone.

“Please come, Chanmi!” Jaemin begged.

“It’s been so long,” Chenle whined. “I might forget your face unless I see you soon.”

“Hi guys!” Eunbin interjected.

A chorus of hellos soon follwed. Eunbin smiled at Chanmi, who was leaning against the wall.

“Chanmi,” Bomi smirked. “It sounds like they all really want to see you. You don’t want to disappoint them, do you?”

Chanmi stared blankly at Bomi, saying nothing. She was a firm believer in staying quiet if you had nothing nice to say.

“Maybe we could all go to dinner together after,” suggested Eunbin. “Tteokbokki?”

“Eunbin,” Haechan chimed in, “You’re a genius.”

Chanmi wanted to protest, but she felt a little guilty for turning their offer down just because she was feeling lazy; she also could never say no to tteokbokki.

“Alright, I’ll come.”

The Dreamies celebrated on the other end of the call; Chanmi figured their reaction had nothing to do with seeing her and everything to do with the fact that they just won an argument against her.

Bomi quickly ended the conversation and hung up the phone.

“Well, would you look at the time!” Bomi commented, standing up from the sofa and looking at her empty wrist. “Eunbin, we better go!”

Eunbin watched Chanmi’s eyes follow Bomi across the room as she walked toward the front door. “I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun,” she said, trying to be positive.

“You’re probably right,” Chanmi admitted, straightening up and finishing her orange juice. “Well, you go kill it at the photoshoot - I’m gonna go get ready for the concert.”

Eunbin got up to follow Bomi. “See you later!”

Chanmi watched the two of them leave as she put her empty glass in the sink and noticed that Eunbin briefly rentered the doorway to grab a bag of goldfish she left by her shoes.

Really, Chanmi thought to herself, shaking her head while rinsing her glass. I can’t believe these people.

Chanmi went to her room and immediately groaned out loud upon seeing the mess on Chunhei’s side.

“Is that girl ever going to clean up her space?” She complained, kicking over a pair of pants that had crossed the imaginary line separating the two girls’ sides. “Seriously, when will I get some respect around this place…”

Chanmi fought her urge to put all of Chunhei’s things in the trash and decided to get ready to go see her friends.

Chanmi wore her usual high-waisted jeans, Vans, sweater, and puffer coat that she nearly left at the dorm. When she arrived at the venue, she was greeted by a staff member and was swiftly escorted backstage.

The Dreamies’ backstage area doubled as a dressing room and a lounge. On one side of the room, there was a TV, two sofas, and a table with snacks; on the other side of the room, there were multiple stations where stylists could work their magic and a couple clothing racks housing various outfits. Staff members were busy running around and doing various tasks, and the boys were no where to be seen.

They must be getting dressed or something, thought Chanmi. She decided to grab a snack and watch some TV while she waited. She collected some fruit and sat on the sofa. She noticed that the TV was playing “How to Hate You,” the drama that Jaemin starred in.

Is this on because the venue chose it or because Jaemin wanted to watch himself on TV? Chanmi laughed to herself as she ate a strawberry and watched her friend on the screen.

“Chanmi!” Exclaimed Haechan. “You made it!”

Chanmi looked across the room to see the members of NCT Dream filing in. She set her plate down and went to greet them. “Well, I couldn’t say no to the tteokbokki.”

“Ah, I missed you! Come give me a hug!” Jaemin demanded, heading toward her with his arms wide. Chanmi was soon trapped in the middle of a group hug, which she might have enjoyed if she wasn’t people-claustrophobic. And if she wasn’t being restrained for longer than 5 seconds.

“Okay,” she muttered, “I missed you guys too, but please let me go.”

“Ah, you’re no fun,” Jaemin pouted, letting go of Chanmi.

“Long time no see,” Jeno commented.

Chanmi smiled softly. “Yeah, a little too long.”

“Yah,” yelled Renjun, “You can’t eat with your outfits on!”

Chanmi followed Rejun’s gaze to the snack table. Jisung and Chenle looked over at Renjun like toddlers caught coloring on a wall. “Please?”

“Your stylists will get mad at you if you mess up your makeup or get crumbs on your clothes,” Renjun explained. One of the stylists overheard and made her agreement known. The two boys put their plates back, defeated.

Chanmi looked back at the group still surrounding her. “So what have you guys been up to lately? Besides preparing for the concert, I mean.”

Jaemin gave Chanmi a smug look. “Just thinking about when I’d finally get to see you again.”

Jeno and Renjun both punched Jaemin in the arm. “Seriously, this guy never stops,” Jeno sighed.

“Seriously,” Jaemin countered, folding his arms across his chest. “You didn’t both have to hit me!”

“I don’t know,” Chanmi grinned. “You kinda deserved it.”

Haechan grabbed Chanmi’s shoulder and gave her a serious look. “See, Chanmi? This is why we need to hang out more often. Violence is not only tolerated in NCT Dream, but it is also encouraged. You’d fit right in here!”

“For once, I agree with Haechan,” Renjun stated.

Chanmi raised her eyebrows. “That sounds terrifying.”

“You get used to it,” Chenle yelled from across the room.

A few moments later, a staff member approached Chanmi and the Dreamies. “Fifteen minutes to showtime! Ms. Chanmi, may these men show you to your seat?” The staff member gestured toward a small group of bodyguards.

“That sounds great!” She nodded to the bodyguards and waved to the boys. “I’ll see you all after the show.”

“Have fun!” Said Haechan. “Say hi to the rest of 127 for me!”

“I will! …Wait, what?” Chanmi stood there, brow furrowed, watching the boys wave to her as they left for the stage.

“Right this way, ma’am,” the bodyguards pointed toward a door and ushered Chanmi out of the room before she had a chance to figure out what Haechan had just said.

Chanmi was guided to a small area next to the stage. It was lower than the stage and slightly behind the stadium seating; Chanmi doubted any potential fans would be able to identify her as Noir’s Chanmi even if they saw her.

Chanmi thanked the bodyguards as she removed her jacket and sat in one of the chairs facing the stage. She could see thousands of green dots moving around like fireflies at night. There were scattered screams from excited NCTzens eager to see the Dreamies, and some were practicing their fan chants for different songs. Chanmi always liked NCT’s music, and being at this event made her feel like she, too, was an NCTzen in the sea of green.

I wonder when Noir will be able to have an event as big as this, thought Chanmi.

Soon, the lights dimmed and music began to play. NCTzens went wild as NCT Dream emerged from below the stage. Chanmi smiled and clapped softly; she was proud of her friends and how talented they were, but she felt a bit strange seeing them perform at an event like this. It was easy to forget that they were idols until they were all on stage being idols.

Chanmi was busy watching the concert when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. She looked over and saw a bodyguard escorting a very familiar face to where she was seated. Chanmi suddenly remembered what Haechan had said to her before he left when the man took off his coat and sat in the seat next to her.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out his hand. “I’m Johnny.”

“Hi,” Chanmi shook his hand hesitantly. “I didn’t know anyone else was gonna be here.”

“Well actually, the rest of NCT 127 was supposed to come, but I was the only one who ended up getting ready in time.”

“You were still late,” Chanmi noted.

Johnny frowned. “And you didn’t even introduce yourself.”

Chanmi blushed. “Oh yeah, sorry. Lee Chanmi.”

Johnny smiled. “I know who you are, I was just messing with you. Also the whole dorm might’ve forgotten about the concert and I might’ve only remembered to come because Haechan texted me an hour ago.”

“Yikes,” Chanmi laughed.

There was a moment of silence between them, and Johnny spoke just before the pause would’ve become awkwardly long. “So what’s your zodiac sign?”

Chanmi tilted her head to the side. “My zodiac sign…? Uh, it’s Virgo.”

“Ah,” Johnny leaned back in his chair. “Interesting.”

“Well, what’s your sign?” Chanmi inquired, resting her arm on the back of her chair.

“I’m an Aquarius.”

Chanmi stared at Johnny, confused. “Why are you asking me about my sign? I don’t even know what they mean.”

“I just like to start my interviews that way,” he shrugged.

“You’re interviewing me?”

Johnny grinned. “They say Virgos are naturally curious people. I think they might be right.”

Chanmi pursed her lips, realizing just how many questions she had asked Johnny in succession and how many more questions she still had floating in her head. “What do they say about Aquariuses?”

“Aquariuses are innovative and eccentric. They’re also admired by a lot of people.”

“I’m pretty sure you made that last part up,” Chanmi suggested.

Johnny looked shocked. “I did not! Look it up, I dare you.”

“Uh-huh,” Chanmi grinned.

“Next question! What hobbies do you have?”

Johnny’s interview continued until it eventually morphed into a normal conversation. They would pause from time to time to watch the concert and sing along, but would soon go back to chatting.

“You’re kidding!” Johnny exclaimed.

“No really, I don’t drink coffee! My body doesn’t process caffeine well,” Chanmi explained.

“That is tragic,” he replied. “You should at least try decaf. You’re really missing out.”

“Okay, I will,” Chanmi laughed. “I promise.”

Chanmi glanced up at the stage and had to do a double take - the Dreamies were waving goodbye to the audience.

“No way,” she gasped. “Is the concert already over?”

“Oh wow, I guess it is,” Johnny agreed.

Chanmi looked back at Johnny. “Well that was the fastest two hours of my life.”

“Mine too. I gotta remember to call you the next time I’m waiting on my food to get delivered.”

Chanmi grinned. “They’d probably show up instantly.”

“Exactly my point!” Johnny laughed.

The group of bodyguards approached the two of them and told them it was time to go back to the Dreamies’ dressing room. Johnny and Chanmi followed them amidst the darkness; Chanmi noted that they were conveniently absent from the arena before the lights came back on.

When they arrived at their destination, the Dreamies were already in the room getting ready to leave. Chanmi accidentally examined the area more than she should’ve and had to avert her eyes from a few half-dressed boys changing into normal clothes. Johnny went over to talk to everyone while Chanmi parked herself on the sofa. She decided to check her phone now that she had cell service again. About 30 minutes ago, she had received a text from Eunbin saying that their photoshoot was over for the day and that she and Bomi would be ready for dinner soon. Chanmi was about to reply when Haechan walked over with Johnny and the rest of the group.

“Chanmi, can you believe this?” He shouted. “Everyone forgot our concert was today. When will people start to respect me around here?”

The rest of the boys laughed, but Chanmi just sighed, suddenly reminded of her roommate. “I know the feeling.”

“I don’t know about you guys,” Johnny proclaimed, “but I’m starving.”

“We’re actually all going to dinner together if you want to come,” suggested Chenle.

“Sounds perfect,” Johnny replied. “I can give you a ride if you want, Chanmi.”

“That would be great, but we’d have to go pick up Eunbin and Bomi, too. They don’t have a ride.”

“Not a problem,” he responded. “The more the merrier!”

Chanmi and Johnny left before the Dreamies so Johnny could pick up Eunbin and Bomi and still hopefully arrive at the same time as the others. When they first sat in Johnny’s car, neither of them said much. Johnny focused on driving, and Chanmi admired the snowy city streets while listening to the radio and giving Johnny directions. She had been with Johnny for hours now, but this was the first time they were truly alone together. Before, there were bodyguards and thousands of fans; now, it was just Johnny Suh and Lee Chanmi, and the latter was beginning to feel a bit awkward.

Chanmi’s puffy coat was inhibiting the range of motion of her arms, but with effort, she moved her marshmallow arm up to change the radio station. When an all too familiar song came on, she quickly changed the station again.

“Hey, change it back!” Johnny exclaimed. “I like that song.”

“I was hoping you didn’t hear it,” Chanmi said as she forced herself to press the button.

Johnny began to sing along with Noir’s title track “Femme Fatale,” and Chanmi’s face lit up. “You know our song?”

“Of course I do! I wasn’t kidding when I said I was a fan.”

Chanmi smiled brightly. It usually stressed her out to listen to her music in front of other people, but she didn’t feel that way at all with Johnny. She looked back down at her phone to see where they were going next. “Turn right at the light up ahead.”

Johnny obeyed his co-pilot’s directions, and they arrived at their destination in no time. Chanmi texted her members that they were here, and Bomi and Eunbin hopped into the backseats.

“Thanks for driving us,” Bomi immediately said to Johnny.

“It’s no problem. I’m Johnny, by the way.”

Bomi laughed. “Dude, we know.”

Johnny chuckled to himself and started on the route to the restaurant. Chanmi and Bomi chatted while Eunbin sat quietly on her phone.

“So, how was your photoshoot?” Chanmi asked. “I see they let you keep some of the clothes.”

“Yes ma’am,” Bomi confirmed, admiring her new shirt. “It was actually a lot of fun. Wasn’t it, Eunbin?” Bomi nudged Eunbin with her elbow.

“Hm?” Eunbin looked up. “Oh, yeah, it was fun.”

Bomi rolled her eyes. “So how was the fan meeting?” Bomi looked back and forth between Chanmi and Johnny like she was trying to get Chanmi to explain something.

“It was fun! I even made a friend while I was there.”

“Aww,” Bomi teased, “I’m so proud of you!”

Chanmi glanced over at Johnny, who she noticed was trying not to laugh. She sighed, “I don’t deserve this slander.”

Bomi laughed. “No really, we’re proud of you, aren’t we, Eunbin?”

Eunbin looked up from her phone. “Sorry, what?”

Bomi groaned, finally reaching her breaking point. “Eunbin, you’ve been on your phone ever since we left the shoot. Can you please put it down and live in the moment?”

“Sorry, one of my friends has been texting me.” Eunbin put her phone in her purse and folded her hand in her lap.

“Who?” Bomi squinted.

Eunbin looked toward Chanmi as if seeking assistance. “Don’t look at me,” Chanmi said, looking down at her phone’s GPS. “Johnny, take the next left.”

“Got it.”

Eunbin sighed. “Baekhyun.”

Johnny looked at Chanmi confusedly. She continued to stare at her phone, unsure of what to do with herself.

“Did you just say Baekhyun?” Bomi questioned. “Are you guys friends now or something?”

“I meant to tell you guys, but it just never came up.”

“Uh huh, sure,” Bomi said, lifting a single eyebrow.

“Keep going straight for a bit and the restaurant should be on the right eventually,” Chanmi stated, hoping to distract Johnny from the drama that was Noir.

Johnny nodded as the girls continued to debate each other in the back seat. Chanmi looked out the window for a while and spotted the restaurant a few minutes later.

“Oh look, we finally made it,” Chanmi blurted, turning to face the backseat while Johnny pulled into the lot. “Why don’t you two get out and I’ll stay here while Johnny parks the car?”

“Okay, mom,” Bomi teased.

Johnny drove up to the the entrance of the restaurant and let the girls out to join the Dreamies at their table. Johnny spoke as soon as the car door shut. “Okay, now I’m really curious. How in the world do Eunbin and Baekhyun know each other?”

Chanmi sighed. “All of that is a long story, and now I’m not sure I know all the details to it.”

Johnny parked the car, putting his chin in his hand and leaning on the armrest. “I’m all ears.”

Chanmi’s phone dinged before she could respond. She received a text from Renjun that read: “How long does it take to park a car??”

Chanmi snickered. “I’ll have to tell it another time. I think everyone’s starving.”

“Boo!”

Chanmi laughed as Johnny expressed his disappointment and the two of them exited his car. The pair raced to the door in an attempt to beat the cold. Chanmi’s shoes squished in slush and water puddles, and she had to be careful not to get her feet wet.

Johnny, having much longer legs, made it to the door first and opened it for Chanmi. “After you,” he motioned for her to enter with his arm.

“Thanks,” she huffed, rubbing her shoes on the mat to dry them. Chanmi was hit with a wave of appreciation for all food upon entering the modern-looking restaurant and smelling the wonderful aromas; she was much hungrier than she had realized.

The place was packed with people despite how late in the day it was. Chanmi looked around, but she couldn’t find her friends - probably because a lot of the people waiting to be seated were taller than her and blocked her line of sight.

“I see them!” Johnny claimed.

“Where?” Chanmi craned her neck but still struggled to spot Eunbin’s bright pink hair.

“Come on,” Johnny grabbed Chanmi’s hand and led her through the small crowd. Usually, Chanmi didn’t like people touching her, but she didn’t seem to mind in that moment. Before she had time to question why she felt that way, they made it to the table and Johnny immediately let go.

“Thank God,” Renjun announced upon seeing his friends.

“We saved you seats,” Jaemin said, pointing at two empty chairs between him and Haechan. Chanmi sat next to Jaemin, and Johnny sat next to his roommate. Chanmi noticed that Bomi was quite literally in the middle of an enthusiastic conversation with Haechan and Jisung, and Eunbin was looking at whatever Chenle was showing her on his phone. Jeno and Renjun were focused on the menu.

“The waiter is coming!” Haechan announced.

Just then, a teddy bear-looking grandpa approached the table of ten to take their orders. Johnny and Chanmi ordered last so that they could at least have a few seconds to glance over the menu.

“Alright, I’l get those orders put in for you guys right away,” said the waiter.

Johnny piped up just as the waiter turned to leave. “Excuse me, would you mind taking a picture of us?”

“Of course!” The waiter agreed, and Johnny handed over his phone.

“What if I’m not ready for a photo?” Jisung pouted.

Chenle rolled his eyes. “Get over yourself.”

The table of friends listened to the waiter’s slightly confusing instructions so that they could all be seen in the photo. They posed like the idols that they all somehow were, and the waiter took the photo and handed Johnny back his phone.

“What do you think?” Johnny asked, showing Chanmi the photo.

Chanmi couldn’t help but smile at seeing her friends all together again. “It looks great!”

Johnny turned to the waiter. “Thank you!”

“You are very welcome!” the man replied, finally leaving the area.

After constant begging from everyone to see the photo, Johnny AirDropped it to everyone present.

“Ew, I look horrible in that,” Bomi claimed.

“You do not!” Eunbin insisted. “You look amazing!”

Chanmi laughed as she listened to her friends debate whether or not Bomi needed glasses.

Their food was brought out much quicker than Chanmi had anticipated considering how many of them there were. She smiled when the waiter set down a plate of perfectly seasoned tteokbokki in front of her.

“My life is complete,” she muttered.

“They say the way to a Virgo’s heart is through food,” Johnny joked.

Chanmi tried not to laugh as she picked up a piece of tteokbokki in her chopsticks. “I bet it’ll say that if I look it up, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Johnny persuaded. “Definitely.”

#Series: Noir #kpop au #kpop fic #nct crack #nct series

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