#scenario playlist

[cult-of-husbandos]

yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You

synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.

genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot

word count: 4.4k

warnings: implied stalking

Isn’t insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? What’s the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!

You must’ve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and there’s no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.

But nope. Nothing.

Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.

‘Maybe someone posted a new fanfic over something…’ you hoped. And even if there wasn’t a new fic uploaded you’ll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.

As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.

“Ugh… seriously?” you groaned. “They should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.” You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.

⚠️(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOU⚠️

Yandere’s…? Singles? Near me?

The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify… well, you’re not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. ‘These lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! They’ll most likely find you anyway, but wouldn’t you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!’ Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.

"..."

Was this a porn ad?!

No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldn’t be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states ‘Nothing good happens after 2 a.m.’. You don’t know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a ‘fuck it’ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.

On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this. Or

You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.

Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.

Meh. You’ll deal with it in the morning.

*****

You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.

8:02 a.m.

You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.

“If this a fucking Jehova’s Witness, I swear to god…” you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.

“Good morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?” the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.

You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the man’s face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.

“Oh my.” he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. “I hope I didn’t startle you too much. I probably should’ve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. I’m sorry that must’ve been a troubling awakening.”

You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.

“And… you are?”

“Oh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.” The man bowed with a curtsy. “I am the ‘Matchmaker’. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

You felt a chill crawl down your spine. How’d this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the ‘Matchmaker’ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.

“My, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?” He let out another chuckle. “You’ll never find love that way.”

“H-How did you know my name?” you stuttered.

Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? “My dear~. You gave it to me.”

What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.

“Oh my dear. Do you really not remember?” he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. “You filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.”

You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. “That was a real ad?”

The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. “Of course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.”

Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.

Not a prank.

And now there’s a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.

“I honestly thought it was a prank. I mean… yanderes? Isn’t that just an anime thing?”

“Oh, I assure you my darling.” he said with a snide smirk. “Yanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.”

Okay, gross but kind of sweet.

“May I come in?”

“Huh?”

“Well, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.”

“Oh, um… Suuuree-”

“Great! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.” The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.

Richard Chase would’ve loved your dumbass.

You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? You’ve gone this far and you're still alive.

“Umm…” you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. “Do you… um… want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.”

Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.

“How thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.”

After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.

“Before we continue, I’d just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!”

“Willing client?” you asked.

“Well, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until there’s one standing on their front porch!” he laughed.

“Humans? I’m sorry. Are you not human, Mr…?”

“Ah ah! No need for formalities! Just ‘The Matchmaker’ or simply ‘Matchmaker’.

“Oh, so… you don’t have a true name? Or is that just a title?”

“Oh darling~.” he sang sweetly. “That’s none of anyone’s fucking business, is it?”

Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. “Okay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.” What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.

“Heh, smart cookie.” He winked. “Shall we begin?”

“Um, yeah, so… how does this work exactly?” you finally asked.

“Simple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you don’t really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.”

“Face-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?” “Of course! And might I say, those pictures don’t do you justice. In all my years in this business, I’ve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.”

You lightly blushed. “I-I don’t know about that… I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right now…”

“Au contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I weren’t such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.”

You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence – like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.

“S-So! Um… should we get started?” you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy would’ve had a field day with your dumbass.

“Ready whenever you are, my dear.” The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. “Let’s start off with an easy one.”

You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20’s, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Hm, well, he’s very cute. And very active.”

“Would you like to meet him?”

“Um, sure… is there a number I could call or…?”

“No need! We can bring him in right now.” The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. “Did I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, how’d he get here?!”

The Matchmaker smiled. “My dear, when you’re in this business you pick up a few tricks.” He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. “No. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?”

Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. “My name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture I’ve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!”

“So, like 8 hours ago?”

“Yes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.”

“Hmm.”

“So, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?”

You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if you’re deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.

“Um, to be honest my guy. I’m not feeling it.”

“Huh?”

“Excuse me, my darling?”

“Weeeelllll…. I mean, don’t get me wrong! You’re very attractive and your words are sweet, but I don’t think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I don’t really feel anything. Not even a shiver.”

The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they weren’t really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.

“Well, I didn’t expect that. I don’t normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.” The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.

“I guess I just know what I like. All the anime I’ve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, y’know?”

He nodded. “I cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?”

*****

Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. You’re honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment would’ve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasn’t enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.

“My, my. You are definitely the most high standard client I’ve ever had. I didn’t think we’d get to the triple digits in just one day.”

You also sighed and sat up in your seat. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… All these guys are cute and all, but they’re all lacking something. They’re either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like they’d fall in love with just about anyone who’d be willing. Ugh, why can’t this be simpler like adopting an animal?” You groaned. You also hadn’t thought this would take this long. You didn’t really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, you’d be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that there’d be so many willing participants! The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!

“How about we switch things up, hm? You’ll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, I’ll bring him in.” He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.

After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!

“Woah baby!” you exclaimed.

“Did you find someone you like?” The Matchmaker asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah. This guy.” You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.

“Are you sure? I don’t think I remember this man. His name and face don’t seem familiar.”

“Really? Maybe he’s a late entry or something?”

Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. “I’ll go check it out. Be right back, dear. I’m very sorry for this inconvenience.”

You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your ‘soulmate’ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.

Tap tap tap

Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasn’t coming from your front door.

Tap tap tap tap

It sounds like it’s coming from… your window?

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.

“Woah!” You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.

‘Wow… he’s even cuter in person!!’

He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.” For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. Wait…

“Wait! I don’t have a balcony and I’m on the third floor. How’d you-?” You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.

“I have incredible grip strength~.” he winked.

“Oooh I’m sure~.” you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.

“Oh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.” He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.

“These are my favorite!! How did you know? I don’t think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.” you asked.

The stranger chuckled. “Easy. I never filled out that stupid application.”

You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.

“I already know everything about you. I don’t need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.”

He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.

“You won’t eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that you’re planning on using on your last day. You’ve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. And…”

You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.

“Your favorite anime is… Dar-” You quickly covered the stranger’s mouth with a furious blush.

“I only watch it ironically!! I don’t love it! It’s not my favorite!” you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, you’re so loud that you’re pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you don’t really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?

“W-Who… are you?” you stuttered. You’re pretty sure you already knew the answer.

He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.

“Sweetie~. You already know who I am.” He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. “See? I’m Yami Ai. Your soulmate.”

Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldn’t stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.

You cleared your throat. “Um… so, if you didn’t fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didn’t you use the front door?”

Yami smirked and leaned in closer. “It’s pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.”

“But, my apartment doesn’t–” you stopped. “Ooooh… So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? That’s… convoluted. But, smart.” You shrugged. “And since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume you’ve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldn’t sleep?”

Yami laughed again. “You are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, don’t you?”

You shrugged again with a nervous smile. “W-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.”

Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.

“You know, my darling. It’s partially my fault. If I hadn’t backed out and taken you that night, you’d never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you ‘dear’ and ‘darling’ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.”

Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.

“Rejection after rejection. Some guys didn’t even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isn’t that right, darling~?”

“Hehehe~” you leaned in with a giggle. “You’re so sweet~.”

You are such a baby for flattery.

*****

“My dear darling, I’m so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didn’t mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person you–” Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.

Sitting in his lap.

And feeding each other.

“Oh! Matchmaker!” you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didn’t notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. “Look who I found~.”

“I see…” he said hesitantly.

“He climbed up the building and came in through the window.”

“My~. How romantic~.” he sang. “So, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or… do you wish to continue searching?” he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.

“Yep! I’m sure.” You ruffled Yami’s hair and nuzzled up against him. “I wouldn’t trade him for anyone else.” Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. “Plus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!” you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmaker’s briefcase.

“Here you go! I put all the papers back in for you.”

Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. “Well, my dear. It’s been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.” he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. “Although, it’s a shame,” he sighed. “Maybe if I had stayed, I would’ve snatched you up myself.”

And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. “Relax, Yami. He’s just joking.”

“Well, I hated his joke. Fuckin’ freak…” he grumbled. “And it’s Ai. You’re mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.”

You smiled and leaned against him. “Okay, Ai. Whatever you say.”

“And if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!”

“Mhm.”

“I’m serious, darling. I’ll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.”

“Yes sir.”

The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess you’re the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.

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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.

Here's my YouTube. I make anime playlists.

[honeyhoshi]

deathless death

summary: Wonwoo isn’t religious. But he knows other ways to pray and other gods to revere. 

this is a part of the playlist universe

genre: pwanp - porn with absolutely no plot

wordcount: 4,317

pairing: wonwoo x afab!reader x gyuhan

warnings: foursome, bi mingyu, switch mingyu, bi jeonghan, switch jeonghan, voyeur/cuck wonwoo (but not really), soft dom wonwoo, afab reader, mentions of female anatomy, oral (f & m receiving), breast play, spit kink (bec i wrote it), creampie (again bec i wrote it), use of religious terminology and imagery, slight bulge kink, edging, squirting, finger sucking, THEY ARE IN LOVE!!!!

author's notes: It’s not a lie when I say there’s no plot in this but it is part of a bigger universe which I intend to expand later on. For now, no thoughts, just vibes with this one. Enjoy!

Knows everybody’s disapproval I should’ve worshiped her sooner

She is a sinner in the eyes of the world, but to Wonwoo she is a goddess and who is he to offer her anything less than what she wants and deserves.

Wonwoo gives her what she wants when she wants it and how she wants it, indulges her and spoils her. How can he deny her of anything when she grants Wonwoo salvation every time she says his name?

He is powerless as she whispers her request to him, the dirty, filthy words dripping with sin. Wonwoo is weak in her hands but he is willing to grant her wish and takes comfort in her conditions.

To keep the goddess by my side She demands a sacrifice

So Wonwoo watches with eyes glazed over as his girl lays in bed unclothed, fingers of one hand threaded through Jeonghan’s hair as he presses kisses onto her stomach, going down, down, down and bites and sucks on her thighs. He makes no move to stop them but his fingers twitch as he watches her mouth part in a silent scream, her eyes shut in the feeling of bliss at Jeonghan’s descent.

Wonwoo is silent as her breath hitches when Mingyu fondles her chest, sucking one nipple between his lips, his thumb rolling the other in time with the movements of his mouth. He laves his tongue on her bud before his eyes flicker to her face. With a wicked smile, he bites lightly and a whimper escapes her mouth. Trying to keep himself grounded, Wonwoo tries to lean back on the armchair. The Little space he adds between the obscenity before him and himself does little to quell the simmering heat in his blood.

He doesn’t know how Jeonghan or Mingyu feel but he knows how she feels. She feels euphoric. She feels bliss. She feels salvation. And that is what this is. It is salvation in its purest form, devoid of religion or rules or statutes. It is the salvation he has pledged himself to—to give himself willingly to her and she to him.

The beads of sweat on her forehead and the way her brows furrow pulls Wonwoo’s focus. She is lost in the feeling but she is far from through. She wraps her slender fingers around Mingyu’s length dragging her fingers down his abdomen lazily as she blinks up at Mingyu, finally gaining some focus back. Her eyes speak volumes but only Wonwoo is well versed in her to easily decipher how the gears in her mind turn. There’s theology in every gasp and every whimper, the rolls of eyes and heaviness of lids.

This was a unique request from her. Its a topic that’s never been brought up—something they’ve never considered but the way her body moves between Mingyu and Jeonghan’s lithe bodies seems almost choreographed. She knows how to play the two men like she was playing an instrument, knowing which strings to pluck, when to get the most beautiful harmonies, and Wonwoo has never heard a symphony more beautiful than this

The three of them shift and Wonwoo almost wants to laugh. Both Mingyu and Jeonghan position themselves off the bed. Mingyu stands with a clumsiness he’s known for, the weakness in his knees at their actions is an effect she has on men that Wonwoo is intimate with. Mingyu’s eyes catch Jeonghan’s, his hand pumping his length as Jeonghan kneels on the floor opposite him. Before them a feast is being laid on a king-sized bed with mussed sheets. She moves to lay between them, on her back, and getting comfortable. She locks eyes with Jeonghan and pulls him in with a crook of her middle finger and spreads her legs to present herself to him.

Jeonghan chuckles at the playfulness and recognition that he’s being played like a fiddle. Whatever his usual position and dynamic is in another’s bed is overruled in here. She will call the shots tonight. With his own lascivious gaze, he relinquishes control to her and moves to his position, hooking her legs over his shapely shoulders and spreads them wider.

“Fuck.” It slips out like an accident, like he didn’t mean to break the silence but can’t help himself as her beautiful cunt bares itself to him. Still wet from when he first tasted her just minutes prior, even her thighs are wet. He licks broad stripes at the wetness on both her thighs, not wanting any of her essence going to waste. She’s mouthwatering and he uses that to make her even wetter, quickly collecting it on his tongue and harshly spitting on her pussy.

She squeals at the harsh and warm contact but can barely get the laugh stuck in her throat out as Jeonghan dives into her cunt to spread the spit from her slit up to her clit. A wicked smile spreads on her lips as Jeonghan finally makes good on his reputation with his tongue. When he finally sinks his tongue into her hole, Wonwoo can see how she relaxes. Finally, she moves to lay back down, leaning back on her elbows and her mouth ajar at the pleasure stemming from her center.

The room sounds wet and disgusting with panting to break the sounds of tongue and spit and cunt.

Wonwoo eyes trail up the length of his girl’s body, starting from her curling toes and delicate ankles in the air and her plush thighs caging Jeonghan’s face. The heaviness in her breathing is causing her to suck in her stomach and he longs to trace her ribs and roughly grasp her tits, thinking they must be cool to the touch with no one fondling him. He thinks that’s where he would be better at Jeonghan.

He would have praised her everywhere at every given moment.

As his gaze moves up to her face, he starts when he catches her eye. She’s been watching him watch her. She bites her lip suddenly at a particularly harsh suck from Jeonghan. She has just enough time to send him a wink before she lays herself down on her back and looks up. Wonwoo can only smirk because he knows what she means. Its a reminder. A reminder of this evening’s conditions and that the night is young and that there is so so much left to be done.

What you got in the stable We’ve a lot of starving faithful

Wonwoo’s will remains strong as he keeps his eyes locked with her body. Even when she moves her hands to grasp her breath and to pinch and twist and pull at her own nipples, he doesn’t look away. When she lays her head back letting it fall off the bed, she licks her lips and opens them wide, Wonwoo does the opposite and grits his teeth. She sticks out her tongue in invitation at Mingyu who has been quiet and good and reverent, waiting for his turn. Wonwoo has to bite his tongue when Mingyu finally grips onto her jaw, fingers slipping onto the back of her head and tangling with her. It's to keep her mouth open and wide as he finally sinks his cock into her throat.

The image playing before Wonwoo is beautiful, he thinks. The way Mingyu’s eyes have slipped closed as he fucks into the tight wet heat of her mouth beautiful. Her lips wrapped around him tightly and how she sucks down on his cock in time with his shallow thrusts, is beautiful. The way Jeonghan’s tongue slides against her folds and dips into her center, causing her eyes to flutter, is beautiful. Wonwoo finds beauty etched into her face even when her hair is mussed, her hips are bruised from another’s hands, and her lips are swollen from sucking someone else’s cock.

Beautiful.

She is an expert lover and is eager to please as she lets Mingyu’s impressive length fuck her throat, relaxing her throat to take him as far as she can. Mingyu hisses as her lips stretch over his length and feels her throat constrict around him. The loud groan Mingyu lets out only spurs her on even when he pulls out to catch his breath and grip at the base of his cock. Wonwoo gets it. He doesn’t want this to end so soon.

The loss of Mingyu’s cock upsets her, empty feeling in her mouth as she pulls away only to take him back into her mouth again, slowly this time around. She is patient as she sucks lightly on the delicate head of Mingyu’s cock, digging her tongue into the slit for good measure. She opens her mouth wide again in invitation. As Mingyu fucks his cock back into her mouth, she hollows her cheeks and moans lowly. Wonwoo knows just the look of it is driving Mingyu wild, the bulge in her throat hard to miss. She moves quicker, now, sucking faster, a hand above and behind her to pull Mingyu even closer, knowing that Mingyu is not too far from release. He’s concentrated, focused on finally coming and he pulls of off her to jerk himself off with long thick fingers wrapped around his cock. Her lips press kisses to the skin of his thighs,  his stomach, whatever she can reach in her position. She eyes the head of his cock and quickly laps up the drop of precome from Mingyu’s slit and turns to look back over to Wonwoo with a cheeky glint in her eye.

“Mingyu,” she says, voice sultry and smooth, “come down my throat.”

Her every request is a command and every command must be followed. She quickly takes Mingyu back into her mouth, and Wonwoo knows it’s too much for Mingyu. He cries out and spills into her mouth as she eagerly swallows and sucks around him. Wonwoo’s fists are clenched so hard as he watches the few drops of come that collect around the side of her mouth. She continues to suck even as Mingyu’s shoulders start to sag and the muscle on her lower stomach starts to twitch in response to his sensitivity. It’s just as Mingyu pulls away, almost tripping over himself backwards, and she could even make a move to clean off the come on her lips, her face crumples in pleasure.

All this time Jeonghan’s been patiently lapping at her center, digging his tongue into her hole and sucking on her clit.

Her self-control is commendable as she sits herself up and pulls Jeonghan off of her even when she’s so close to coming. Jeonghan pushes her almost roughly onto the bed with her head on the pillows and Wonwoo feels himself almost standing. Jeonghand presses kisses down the length of her body, from her neck to the valley between her breasts. Jeonghan is a thorough lover, always biting too hard or fucking too quickly, but she loves it almost when fucking is slow and almost torturous. Jeonghan nips and licks at her stomach as his hands knead at her chest roughly. He pinches at her nipples and smiles as she squeals. He looks up and behind himself at Mingyu expectantly, and Mingyu, without missing a beat, swoops down to press a kiss to Jeonghan’s lips.

Wonwoo can see the jealousy in her eyes as she watches the exchange before her. She wants the taste of someone’s tongue on her lips but she tries to tame the hunger. She whimpers, wanting to avert the attention back to her body and both Jeonghan and Mingyu pull away with a small smile on their faces as Jeonghan continues to move down her body.

Jeonghan nudges her to spread her legs and she obeys with a knowing smirk. She bites down on her lower lip and Jeonghan settles in between her legs. He uses two fingers to spread her folds and Wonwoo can see how wet she is from Jeonghan’s prolonged torture. She loves it though. She loves getting close to release and falling just short of it, having to build up to it all over again. She says it makes the orgasm just so much better. It doesn’t take much for Jeonghan to get her thrashing on the bed. He licks broad stripes against the length of her center and sucks harshly on her abused clit. The way he dips his tongue into her with his thumb rubbing tight circles against her nub has tears in her eyes.

When Jeonghan slips two long fingers into her curling them upwards and scissoring them inside her she whimpers out his name like a prayer. It's when Jeonghan slips in a third finger and roughly curls them inside of her repeatedly that she allows herself to drown in her first release. The stretch feels delicious and she can hardly stop herself from spilling onto Jeonghan’s fingers. Wonwoo’s ears perk up as her moans grow erratic and she calls out a name.

“Wonwoo!”

Wonwoo stands from his seat across the room with a determined look on his face. All night he’s been patient. All night he’s had to watch her writhe in pleasure without making a move, without saying a word. Now it was his turn.

That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work

Wonwoo has tunnel vision when he looks at her. The only thing clear is her and everything else can fade away. She is the only thing he sees. He pays no mind to Mingyu breathing heavily beside her, or Jeonghan who is pressing kisses down her thighs. All he can see is his girl biting down on her lip and the fire that's dancing in her eyes. She's breathing hard and heavy and there is nothing Wonwoo wants more than to feel her breath on his lips. 

Wonwoo stands at the foot of the bed and pulls his shirt off in one smooth move. Her eyes are clouded but as he moves to unbuckle his belt, she calls out to him to stop. 

"I want to do it," she says and Jeonghan finally releases her from his grasp and lays back on the pillows to wrap a hand around his weeping cock.  

She on the other hand moves sluggishly towards Wonwoo, but he loves the way she looks. Languid, relaxed, worshiped. 

She kneels in front of Wonwoo, the height of the bed makes it perfect for her to look into his eyes as she reaches down to unbutton his jeans. Her fingers move deftly and Wonwoo pushes them down the rest of the way.

It's quiet in the room—no one dares to make a sound as she and Wonwoo are eye to eye. The air around them is static and it's almost solemn how the two look at each other. This wasn't sex, and this was most definitely not just fucking. This is an offering, a celebration, a sacrament only she and Wonwoo would ever understand. Mingyu and Jeonghan were mere bystanders, only hoping to feel a semblance of elation that she and Wonwoo share with one another. 

For the first time that night their lips meet and Wonwoo can finally breathe. There is no second guessing, no hesitation or shyness. There is only love and adoration. Wonwoo is a starving man and only her kisses could feed him, nourish him, and bring him back to health. This was one of this evening's conditions. Neither Jeonghan nor Mingyu could kiss her—only Wonwoo could claim her lips, breathe in her air, and taste her tongue in his mouth. 

She pulls away only to press more kisses against his face, down to his neck to lick hot stripes against his skin. She latches onto his collarbones, sucking and biting, determined to make her mark. She does the same to the defined muscle of his chest and moves even further down to finally wrap her lips around his cock. 

On any other day Wonwoo would let her take her sweet time sucking on his cock, until he cries out and spills all over her face, but today he has no patience for such pageantry. He is starved and he has been patient for far too long. He allows her to sink down on him one more time, feeling the tight, wet heat of her throat before he pulls on her hair and meets her eyes. 

They share another heated kiss before Wonwoo pulls away to roughly push her back onto the bed that is finally vacated. She smirks at his rough handling but the way she spreads her legs is an invitation. She wants this just as much as he does. 

Wonwoo presses kisses onto her feet and up her calves. He nips and licks at the meat of her thighs and she holds her breath, praying for him to press a kiss where she wants him most but he smirks at her knowingly. He leaves her core untouched and opts to suck a bruise on her hip, the first of many she will be getting tonight.  

She holds Wonwoo's gaze as he dips his tongue into the hollow of her belly button. Wonwoo can feel her skin humming under his lips. She threads her fingers through his thick black hair and tugs impatiently. Wonwoo smiles against her skin as he wraps one of her legs around his hip. He moves quickly and captures her lips again in a heated kiss, cradling her face in his large hands. She rolls her hips pathetically, trying to ease the need for friction, moaning desperately. Her hands grip onto Wonwoo's broad shoulders for dear life and Wonwoo hisses as she digs her nails into his skin, littering his skin with small crescents. 

When Wonwoo pulls away he runs his thumb across her cheek and looks into her eyes. Her eyes are glistening with something secret that only Wonwoo can read. They read vulnerability, hunger, trust, and above all things, love. He smirks down at her before he presses his thumb against her plump lower lip, opening her mouth.

"Open up, baby girl," he says as her mouth opens up and her tongue flicks to lick at Wonwoo's thumb, "Now, suck." 

Both her hands fly up to hold onto Wonwoo's larger hand and bring two of his fingers up to her mouth. She presses her tongue flat against the digits in her mouth and sucks earnestly. Wonwoo smirks, pleased with her compliance. His eyes leave her for a moment to glimpse at Jeonghan and Mingyu who are locked in a deep kiss with Mingyu pumping steadily at Jeonghan's cock. 

His eyes go back to his girl as he grinds down to feel how wet she is on his cock. She groans around his fingers at the feeling of how heavy Wonwoo's cock feels against her. 

"Patience, baby," Wonwoo whispers as his head dips down to lick a broad stripe against one of her nipples, "I want to worship you." 

He finally pulls his fingers from her mouth with praise and presses his fingers against her center. He slips both fingers into her easily with how wet she is and he sucks on a nipple. At first his slender fingers move slowly, easing into her but he speeds up until his pace is almost punishing. 

"Wonwoo, please!" She yells out, eyes clamped shut. 

Wonwoo releases her nipple from his mouth to send her a lopsided smile, "Please what, baby? Tell me what you want, sweetheart," He says before taking her nipple back to his mouth. 

She only groans in frustration and that isn't good enough for Wonwoo.

"I don't know how your wicked little mind managed to think this up," Wonwoo whispers as he adds another finger into her, "Are you having fun? Is it all you ever wanted?" 

He's taunting her, she knows it. He wants her to know, to feel even just a fraction of the agony he felt as he watched her being pleasured by hands and mouths that aren't his. 

"Is Jeonghan's mouth as good as mine? Huh, baby? Did you like sucking Mingyu's cock? Did his cock fuck your throat as well as mine does?" 

She can barely get anything more than a whimper out of her mouth now that Wonwoo is rubbing tight circles against her clit. 

"Not too mouthy now, are we?" Wonwoo smirks, watching as a single tear falls from her eye. "Just tell me, baby. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." 

She groans in frustration, "You. Wonwoo, I want you." 

"What do you want me to do, baby?" He asks, teeth grazing her collarbone, tongue laving at her flesh. 

"Wonwoo, please," she whimpers, unable to get the worlds out of her mouth, "Please f-fuck me." 

Wonwoo loves when she gets impatient, nearly crying in frustration, because he knows it'll feel so much better when he finally fucks her. 

"My pleasure," he says as he slips his fingers from her to pinch her clit between his fingers while his teeth clamp down on her nipple. 

She groans at the sensations flooding her body but screams when Wonwoo finally pushes into her. 

Offer me that deathless death  Good god, let me give you my life 

There is something about the way she and Wonwoo move that's different. There's something in the way her mouth falls open and in the way Wonwoo mouths at her jaw, pressing open mouthed kisses on her damp skin. Wonwoo's hips move languidly, like they have all the time in the world, and it seems like they do.

It is as if the whole world has stood still to pay respect to such a ritual—two godly creatures becoming one to shower praise onto each other. 

This is the way it always was with him and her. She begs for him to take her, like a woman starved, someone lowly praying to the divinity for sanctification, as if she were the one in need of salvation. In reality it is Wonwoo who is the sinner. It is Wonwoo who falls to his knees for her, the one to give offering to such a high being. He is the one who needs to be cleansed, he is the one in need of salvation. 

So he offers her his body, his heart, his soul. And she consumes him whole. 

Wonwoo continues to move at a leisurely pace, wanting to feel how she tightens around him whenever he pushes into her so slowly. It's beautiful, the way her face crumples up when his pace is this gentle. It is a far cry from the way he touched her earlier. But this is all part of the plan, the ritual. 

Her leg around his hip tightens around him, a silent plea for him to move faster, take her to the edge quicker, fuck her, praise her, love her harder. 

Wonwoo smirks and quirks his eyebrow at her before he moves to adjust her leg, lifting it so it's placed comfortably on his shoulder. The position allows for him to move deeper, quicker, rougher. 

Her eyes squeeze shut as Wonwoo slides in deeper, pressing into that spot that drives her crazy just right. She can't form any coherent thoughts, her brain is a jumbled mess. She can barely remember the events of the evening with only the ghost of Jeonghan's tongue on her body and Mingyu's cock down her throat.

She opens her eyes to see Wonwoo smiling down at how and she can't help but return the small gesture. Yes, she thinks, this beautiful, amazing, gifted man is mine and I am so wholly his. 

And this is how they dance, how they love, how they topple over the edge. This is how the world stops and listens to the ragged breaths and the whispered confessions. 

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human Only then I am clean

Wonwoo removes his lips from her neck to press kisses up to her ear. He bites lightly at the lobe of her ear before he slows the movements of his hips. 

"I want you to come now," Wonwoo says, teeth still pressing down on her lobe. 

"Make it worth my time," she laughs breathlessly. 

Wonwoo takes it as a challenge. He quickens his movements, pounding into her as quickly as his body lets him, and she quivers around him, her body arching off the bed. His pace is punishing, but this is exactly what she wants—what she needs. 

Wonwoo moves his arms from beside her head to grab onto her hands, bringing them above her. Their fingers are intertwined, a show of intimacy despite their carnal act. 

Wonwoo sucks a deep purple bruise on her neck as his hips continue to move, a little sloppier now that he's nearing his end. She's about to come too. Wonwoo can tell by the way her moans hitch, how her breathing is more shallow, and how her eyes are screwed shut. 

“Open up, love.”

Like clockwork, her jaw falls slack and her eyes weakly open to gaze up at him. Pleading. He wants this–Wonwoo wants this forever. All it takes is for Wonwoo to harshly spit in her mouth and finally spill all of his come into her cunt for her to finish and cry out his name.

Her breathing is ragged and her skin is damp, but Wonwoo thinks she looks vibrant. He pays no mind to Mingyu and Jeonghan who are kissing on the bed, both sated and have sleep heavy on their eyelids. Wonwoo untangles one of his hands from hers to brush her hair away from her face, leaning down to kiss her forehead. 

Wonwoo may very well be condemned to hell because he’s committed countless sins and cares not to seek forgiveness. He pays it no mind. Not when there are better ways to pray, more important things to revere, and beings far more perfect to praise.

-`✮´- if you've come this far, thank you. this is an older work of mine that I revisited after YEARS and felt would work well with these members. let me know what you think!!

[haespoir]

try again: ldh.

never not, pt 2!

⨯ pairing: ex!haechan x reader

⨯ word count: 1.4k 

⨯ summary: sleeping with your ex wasn't the best idea when you're too much of a coward to face him after. thankfully, haechan's anger seems to be enough courage for the both of you.

⨯ warnings: uhmmm no content warnings that i can think of... fluff n angst is all i've got.. haechan is desperate and reader gives in easily... just like me fr

⨯ playlist: try again, jaehyun / clementine, grantperez / wayo, bang yedam / universe, thuy 

⨯ extra content: part one

⨯ a/n: finally... part two is here!!! i hope you guys enjoy it.. i wanted to include more angst... but i couldn't do it. feedback is always greatly appreciated 🩵

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Waking up to an empty bed has Haechan livid, like absolutely enraged. No one could calm the male down, not that they even wanted to try. It was an unspoken rule to just let Haechan feel his emotions; the male felt everything so intensely that it was useless to even attempt to help. 

He couldn’t believe it. If there weren’t bruises scattered along his neck, he would have believed it was some horribly fucked up dream. It was so cruel of you to leave him like this. Even if he had more than a few drinks the night before, he was honest and true in his intentions of wanting to talk. Maybe somewhere along the way the execution was messed up, but he was determined. 

Which is why he gives himself time to cool off. Barging into your apartment when he was seeing red was not a wise decision, he knew that much at least. Haechan was not the same immature kid he was when you guys began dating, and he wanted to prove that to you. 

He did. 

He really did. 

But old habits die hard. 

haechan [1:05 pm]: i gave you three hours since i’ve woken up  haechan [1:05 pm]: answer the damn phone  haechan [1:05 pm]: you’re not getting off the hook that easily haechan [1:30 pm]: don’t leave me on read  haechan [1:30 pm]: i know where you live  you [1:31 pm]: is that a threat?  haechan [1:32 pm]: it doesn’t have to be  haechan [1:32 pm]: talk to me haechan [1:32 pm]: please  you [1:36 pm]: tomorrow  haechan [1:39 pm]: not a fucking chance  haechan [1:40 pm]: i'm coming over you [1:50 pm]: the code is the same

You weren’t sure how you were going to prepare for this one. The walk of shame out of Haechan’s room was already enough emotional torment for the day. You weren’t ready to face him. You couldn’t think of a single excuse, and you knew Haechan was ready to eat you alive. 

Before you can even stop it, the tears begin to pool. You don’t even attempt to fight it as you sit on your couch, the tears rapidly decorating your cheeks. How did you tell your first love that you were a coward? How did you tell him that you loved him so intensely it scared you? At some point during your first year of college, you had begun to spiral when every icebreaker in a class involved Haechan. 

What do you like doing? 

Hmm, you usually watched your boyfriend's game with his friends.

Who’s your closest friend? 

Oh easy, Haechan. 

Girls night? 

Sorry, you were hanging out with Haechan. 

Being so dependent on him was terrifying, but you knew that you couldn’t stop. So you had to cut him off; there were probably better ways to go about it, but you didn’t give it much thought. 

It was so unfair to him. 

You can’t even begin to fall down that rabbit hole because there’s a sudden pressure on the couch next to you. Haechan was faster than you thought; in fact, it was probably a record speed for Haechan to arrive somewhere. He was someone who enjoyed being fashionably late, anything to make a grand entrance. However, for once, he decides to enter quietly. After all, the fact that the code to your apartment was still his birthday was something that he hoped had more meaning than just being a memorable set of numbers. 

“Why are you crying?” You flinch visibly at his tone. You remind yourself that you did this to yourself. Haechan had months of pent-up frustration, and you were prepared to take the entire thing. 

That was a lie, by the way. 

Because you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. “Do you want a snack? I bought some clementines recently.” You’re deflecting; you both know it. Without giving him a chance to even reply, you rush to the kitchenette in your studio apartment. Once you’re far enough, you steal a glance at Haechan. 

Seeing him spread on your couch like that squeezed your heart in ways you could not describe. He looked like he belonged there, like there was no place in the world better than your couch in your small apartment for him to be. Even now when you feared that this would turn into a screaming match and that you both would be left with a hurting heart once again, you knew that you would always love the man who sat in your living room. 

He was your universe, your everything. The fact that two years had gone by did not change the connection between you two. It was like you had never left his side; you were his perfect puzzle piece. 

And you prayed, as you gathered a few clementines and a plate, that you hadn’t ruined it completely. 

Once you’re seated next to him again, you allow yourself the small distraction of peeling the citrus for him. Without realizing it, you’re both sitting in silence; you’re peeling the small fruit and handing each piece to Haechan. It’s like you’ve fallen into a familiar routine. He takes each piece of fruit without much thought, savoring the tart flavor. He swears it tastes best when you’re peeling it for him, even going as far as to remove the pith for him. He always complained that the small strings were too bitter. Someone as sweet as him shouldn’t be eating it, you used to say. 

Unknowingly, Haechan’s anger seems to disappear as the nostalgia creeping through his body appears. After all, he was always him when he was with you. 

“Why did you do it?” His voice is small when he speaks as if eating had drained him of all the anger coursing through his veins. 

“I had to. You consumed my every waking thought,” you reply, feeling the tears beginning to well up. “It’s such a shitty excuse, I know. But I should not be in my general ed classes thinking of marrying my high school sweetheart.” Your attempt at a joke is poor because it’s true. That was something you both knew; there were many nights where you two had laid in his bed, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders as you discussed married life. 

But when you realized just how deep you were, you became scared. Terrified. It was so overwhelming to be in love with someone like Donghyuck. The fear of the unknown had beaten you down. 

“That’s so unfair, and you know it,” he says in disbelief. So he was right last night. “I had spent so many months thinking I did something wrong; that there was something wrong with me. You made me think I was unlovable.” 

Your heart breaks into a million pieces at his words. Had you done that to him? How could he even look at you right now? 

“Oh, Hyuck,” you sniffled, letting his nickname slip into your vocabulary as if it had never left. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your hands are cupping his face, wiping the tears that spilled from his eyes. Your fingers smelled of citrus as you wiped his tears. At that moment, your love was an offering of your soul and sincerity, an act that spoke volumes to him. “Forgive me,” it declared, “I love you so dearly.” 

“That has never been the case. I don’t think there’s a single person who hasn’t fallen in love with you at least once in their life.” You can only hope your sincerity reaches him.  

“Well, there’s Renjun…” You roll your eyes at his attempt to be humorous, feeling a bit better knowing that whatever was going on in his head wasn’t bad enough for him to not crack a joke. 

Without a word, Haechan is wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his head into your shoulder. “What about you?” he murmurs. “How many times have you fallen in love with me?” 

You chew your lip, not fighting your instinct when your hands go to his hair. “I don’t think I could count,” you say. “I fall in love with you every day.” 

“Even now?” 

You hum, pressing a small kiss to the crown of his head. “Even now.” 

That seems to satisfy him. Quickly, he’s pushing onto the couch, the plate of citrus quickly forgotten as he cuddles into your side. “We’ll be alright, right?” It’s a question, but you think it’s more for him than it is for you. You hum again, intertwining your fingers with his. “I want to try again.” 

This time you don’t fight it. After all, you were his clementine. His inevitable lover. 

[dazed--xx]

🛫Wherever You Are🛬

Summary: Torn in two, And I know I shouldn't tell you. But I just can't stop thinking of you, Wherever you are. You. Wherever you are; Every night I almost call you. Just to say it always will be you…Wherever you are

Member: Jeongin x Reader

T/W: Break Up, arguments, crying, heartbreak, ANGST…, swearing, yelling, sad ending, ghosting, Long distance relationship, neglect, ambiguous aged female (17-22), emotional manipulation.

Word Count: 3.2K

For a while we pretended, that we never had to end it but we knew we'd have to say goodbye…You were crying at the airport when they finally closed the plane door; I could barely hold it all inside……

“Is that everything?” Y/N asked as she looked around her packed-up room. Boxes stacked by her door as she rolled her suitcase toward the door placing it beside the boxes as she heard Jeomgin huff from his seat on her bed. “Yeah….” He grumbles “Don't sound so happy about it.” she rolls her eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest. A frustrated scowl on his expression. Her heartaches as she pouts; taking hesitant steps toward her boyfriend. He gives her a side eye as she stands in front of him.

“Don't be like that…you act like I have a choice here….”

Jeongin pouts at her words allowing his hands to fall to his sides. “No…I know but—sigh—this seems so hard. How do you expect me to be okay with this, Y/N?” his voice is laced with hurt. Y/N didn't know how to answer him. She, herself wasn't okay with this situation but, her family was moving to America for her father's job. It was an amazing opportunity for her family to experience things they had only heard about or seen in movies and TV shows. She'd even managed to get into the engineering department at NYU but, the last thing she wanted to do was leave Jeongin behind. Though his schedule was hectic, Jeongin had always made sure you felt like his priority. You guys had been together for a little over 3 years now, and he had already achieved his dream before he'd met you; but Jeongin knew America, specifically New York University was yours. You had suggested remaining in Seoul and going to Seoul National University to your parents but they firmly (and vulgarly) declined.

Y/N stared at Jeongin with sad guilt-filled eyes. “I'm sorry, but it's only for 2 years. When you guys come to New York on tour, I'll be the first one to buy tickets and come see you and I'll fly back whenever I can. Don't be mad at me….” She pleads as she holds Jeongin’s hand in hers. Jeongin stares back at her in return. With a painfilled pout on his lips, as his eyes are glossy, he removes his right hand from your grasp caressing your cheek as he sighs. “I'm not mad at you, I'm just trying to be okay with this. I don't want to make this so hard it's just….2 years…I know you told me months ago and I understand this is your dream and a great opportunity for your dad but…2 years away from you? 2 years of not being able to see you whenever I want? I love you so much; you know how hard my tours are for me when I have to be away from you and tomorrow starts a 2-year countdown until we're able to get back together?” Jeongin’s voice cracks as he wraps his arms around your waist resting his forehead on your stomach as he tries to steady his breathing.

“It's not like we're breaking up…” Y/N stammered “I'll visit on breaks and you guys go to New York a lot. It won't be a full 2 years apart, please trust me…I love you; I don't want this to end…” her voice is just above a whisper as her hand finds its way into Jeongin’s hair. He looks up at her with a puppy-dog expression “N-No… that's not what I meant—of course we aren't breaking up. I'm just—the reality is just setting in case you're leaving tomorrow that's all…” He states as his left hand grasps hers turning her around and pulling her into his lap. He rests his head on her right shoulder; he buries his nose in her neck trying to engrave her scent in his nostrils. “I.Nnie~” Y/N whispers and he shushes her in response.

“Let's just stay like this for a second….please? I need this…just one second…” Jeongin whispers desperately; Y/N relaxes in his arms as they sit there trying to hold back the heartbreak they were both feeling from this

Torn in two; And I know I shouldn't tell you but I just can't stop thinking of you….

Moving to America proved to be a major culture shock, though Y/Ns parents had excelled at English due to her father being both from America and a corporate bureaucrat and her mother being a language professor at Yeonsei University before her retirement. They had adjusted well but for Y/N, someone who only managed to just barely pass English class in high school, it was intimidating to now be completely surrounded by it. Not only that but she learned that New York was a melting pot of cultures in the months that she had lived here so there were many other languages she did not know nor understand. She had managed to pick up more and more words as she made more English-speaking friends who could help her. After about 6 months of vigorous studying, she began to pick up bits and pieces of her professor's lectures without the help of her interpreter.

If only she could have the same excitement about seeing Jeongin for the first time since she had left. Stray kids was about to start the U.S. leg of their tour with their first stop being the big apple. And while Y/Ns ability to speak with more and more Americans grew, the ability to speak to her boyfriend dwindled. While she managed to text him at least once or twice every coupled of days or so, his response times would vary from the next day to not at all. Video chat dates and phone calls all but disappeared, and her heart longed for Jeongin most days. Her smile never fully reached her eyes while she was out with her new friends, knowing everything she wanted to share with Jeongin would be met with utter silence or a ‘thats great babe, Love you’. Y/N wasn't sure what to do anymore. While she understood they began comeback season then award season following but in the past Jeonging never felt this….far away.

Y/N laid in bed as she texted Jeongin once more.

I miss you…call me when you can😘

To her surprise it was read almost immediately; noticing those familiar 3 dots indicating he was typing. Y/N’s heart races when a message pops up from him:

I miss you too, video chat in like 10?

An involuntary smile forms on her lips as she reads the message, sitting up in bed she turns on the lamp on her nightstand. Her hands shake as she waits for his call. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had last seen his face when they talked. 2 weeks? A month? Maybe more; time blended together for her. She watched as the time ticked on; 5 minutes turned to 10. 10 to 15. Her heart ached as she watched the time go by. She wished she could use the time difference as an excuse but it was 11 AM in Seoul. She contemplated calling him when 30 minutes had gone by. She sighed to herself.

That just didn't feel worth it anymore….She thought to herself. Her thoughts were constantly filled with thoughts and images of Jeongin yet, it felt like he had left her behind. She held back tears as she saw the clock hit the one-hour mark and she chose to stop waiting. Turning off the lamp she lays in bed, turning her phone off, she closes her eyes allowing her tears to fall and disappointment to fill her stomach. There's a sharp twisting feeling in her gut as she slowly comes to the realization; that no matter what they had wished for Y/N and Jeongin were supposed to end when she left Korea…..

The next morning Y/N woke with a start; her head feeling groggy as she tried to recall when she had fallen asleep. Turning on her phone she sits up in bed as a barrage of texts and missed video calls from Jeongin came through her phone. She sighs to herself as she swipes the notifications away.

Not today… she thinks to herself I need time….

She takes a few hours wandering around the city before settling at Central Park. Her headphones sitting in her ears as she imagines Jeongin beside her; a bright smile plastered on his lips. A buzzing in her hand pulls her out of her thoughts as she answers the call thoughtlessly. That familiar melodic voice rings through the phone making her freeze “Finally, you answer!” Jeongin chuckles “Didn't know it'd be so hard to get in touch with you..” Y/N could tell he meant it as a joke so she brushed off the slight anger she felt.

“Yeah…” she sighs “Been out and about…I thought you were going to call me last night?” she continues, her tone is hesitant when she poses the question. “Yeah, sorry I got sidetracked Felix-Hyung wanted me to play a game with him. I tried to call you after though” he tries to laugh it off. Y/N’s blood boils at his words “I had already fallen asleep by that point, Jeongin…” She grits as she fumbles with her water bottle taking a sip as she watches the free-going pedestrians around her. The lively hustle and bustle of city life going on around her while she felt this heavy grey South Korea shapes cloud over her head. “Oh, the time difference is still a little weird getting used to…” he brushes you off casually “Anyway, we're coming to New York in two weeks. I want to see you, I'll text you my hotel and stuff” He states excitedly. Y/N grits her teeth as she clenches her left hand in her lap.

Is he serious? She thinks to herself He can't be serious…

“Are you joking?”

“What? No. We’ll be there in two weeks why would it be possibly joking?”

“Jeongin, do you really think I want to see you? When was the last time I talked to you? When's the last time you actually showed any interest in me?” Y/N snaps, her anger boiling over at his nonchalant response. Jeongin sat quietly for a moment, She heard him let out a couple of deep heavy breaths. “Y/N, If you're having a bad day please don't take it out on me, okay? I'm always interested in you—why wouldn't I be?” He states trying to remain calm and not feed into an argument. “No, I'm not having a bad day. Honestly Jeongin, I'm just so tired..” Y/N trails “You should get some rest then” Jeongin suggests innocently.

“No, I'm tired of this. Us. I'm tired of being the only one thing trying to keep this going. I'm tired of being the only one fighting for us—Jeongin, Let's break up” Y/N explains panickedly. “What?! No! Y/N what are you saying?” Jeongin stammer nervously.

“I'm not going to see you when you come to New York. I'm sorry Jeongin” Y/N states definitively “Y/N, wait…please don—” Jeongin’s plea is cut off by Y/N ending the call. She lifts herself from the bench as she walks through the park toward the exit. Her eyes were cascading tears yet, it felt like that storm cloud remained in the park above that bench as she felt the sun shine down on her kissing her skin.

I could fly a thousand oceans; but there's nothing that compares to what we had, and so I walk alone. I wish I didn't have to be gone; Maybe you've already moved on. But the truth is I don't want to know…

Jeongin’s heart ached as he rested his head on the van window. His members' excited cheers and conversations are drowned out by his thoughts. She was somewhere out there in this sea of buildings. His heart was roaming around this city, without him. He blinked away the familiar tears as he pouted behind his face mask. He longed to call her. Oh, how he wished he could turn back time. He'd have called you that night; he'd have called you every single moment he had away from work if he knew that this would be how everything would turn out.

In the two long weeks since Y/N had cut off contact with him, he wondered Is this how she felt? Is this how she felt when life was going on around her and the first person she wanted to call was him?

He hated the dull ache that sat heavily in his chest as he let his mind wander. Was she happier now? Did he hold her back? Did she still love him? Has she moved on? He felt nauseous at the thought. He should have tried harder, he should have done more. Something. Anything to have prevented this painful ache in his chest. He missed her so much. He loved her more than anything and due to his own stupidity he lost her. What was he supposed to do? She had blocked his number after a couple of days of him bombarding her with calls and texts pleading for an explanation. How he wished to hear her voice again. He couldn’t feel the same level of excitement as his members as they exited their van and entered the hotel lobby. Jeongin hung behind the rest as they checked in.

What were you doing right now?

Torn in two and I know I shouldn't tell you but I just can't stop thinking of you…..Wherever you are….You….Wherever you are. Every night I almost call you to say it always will be you Wherever you are……

Jeongin lay in the hotel room as he stared at his phone. He had changed his phone number for this moment. He felt anxious as he tried to find the courage to call Y/N. He struggled between calling her and begging for you to take him back; or, somehow figuring out how to get to NYU and walking the two blocks to your house from there. From what the GPS in his phone was telling him he was only a 30-minute walk away. His heart raced as he contemplated his options. His chest felt heavier the longer he spent without you. His smile and happiness left when you did. He missed her so much, Y/N breaking up with him became the most sudden and unexpected heartbreaking experience of his life.

The 3 years they had spent together became his new dream. If he'd known that night before you left, that he only had her for another 6 months; he would have cherished every second he had left. He would have memorized the way her lips curled into a smile when she rambled.

He would have held onto her so tightly that she wouldn't have been able to walk away.

You can say we'll be together, Someday. Nothing lasts forever, Nothing stays the same; So why can't I stop feeling this way……Torn in two and I know I shouldn't tell you but I just can't stop thinking of……… you

Y/N sat on the couch watching TV as she petted the new cat, Lola, her mother had gotten. She smiled brightly at the ash-colored cat. Its long fluffy fur tickles her fingertips as she waits for her mother to return. Hearing a knock on the door, Y/N places Lola on the couch beside her before making her way to the front door. She jokes to the cat in English assuming her mother has forgotten her key again “She's going to lose her head one-day” Y/N laughs to herself as she opens the door “Eomma, you need a better key……ring” her voice trails at the end of her sentence as she comes face to face with Jeongin. It felt like time stopped as their eyes met. Jeongin looked at her with a pained hopeful expression.

“Y/N…” he breathes out as he takes a step toward her; his hands lifting from his side trying to grasp her waist. Y/N’s heart sunk to her stomach as she takes a step back. “Jeongin….what are you doing here?” she asks nervously as she looks around. “I-I wanted to see you. I told you we had a show here” he stammered lightheartedly trying to repress the overwhelming need to take you into his arms. Y/N shakes her head at his words “I don't know why you'd come here….”

Jeongin looks at her with heartbreak and disbelief. “Y/N, I understand you're mad at me but please, just give me a chance to fix things…”

“Why? You had a chance to fix things, Jeongin”

“I-I didn't know things needed to be fixed…”

Y/N scoffs at his words, her eyes narrowing into a scowl. He didn't know? HE DIDN'T KNOW?! Y/N internally rages “You didn't know?” she asks haphazardly trying to make sense of such a nonsensical statement from her ex. The innocent puppy dog pout on his face makes her anger continue to take hold of her. “How could you not know? We barely talked. You never answered my calls or texts Jeongin”

“I just got caught up with the guys, I didn't intentionally do those things. I—sigh—honestly, I was having so much fun making this album it didn't really cross my mind…”

“So you forgot about me then?” Y/N sneers. Jeongin gives her a look of horror as he shakes his head in denial. “Y/N, No…I would nev—Well what else would you call it then?” Y/N cuts him off. Jeongin looks around nervously as if the answer would magically pop up. He sighs running his left hand through his hair. “It's not that simple…” He states sadly. Y/N rolls her eyes at his words as she grips the door tightly. “But it is though, it is simple. You either forgot about me, or you didn't care enough to actually try. Either way, I'm not dealing with it anymore. I'm not just some toy you put on a shelf to pick up when you finally remember you have it. I loved you. I spent 3 years with you and it took only 6 months away from you to figure out how you actually feel about me. You loved me in Korea but in America I'm forgettable. Have a nice life, Jeongin” Y/N snaps as she allows the door to slam closed as she finishes speaking. Locking the door behind her she lets out a sigh of relief.

Jeongin stared at her door for a few moments before walking away in defeat allowing his mind to wander. He hadn't expected her verbal assault but, he couldn't say he didn't deserve it. Y/N was right for the most part. He hadn't tried, ever since she had moved here, Jeongin felt his creative juices flowing from longing for her return. He had secretly been keeping a countdown since he had found out the date they'd be coming to New York. He planned everything mentally for weeks. When he finally came to his senses; Y/N brutally ripped his heart out. Again, he had deserved it…but she was wrong about one thing. She was never someone he could forget about, it felt like no matter what her image would be burned into his mind.

Wherever you are

⏪|⏸️|⏩

Taglist: @yangbbokari @havenwithleeknow

[7ndipity]

More Songs That Remind Me Of Them

Ot7

A/N: I made a list like this ages ago here, but since y’all shared some songs that reminded you of the guys, I thought I’d make a new one!(lowkey want to make playlists for each member, but I don’t know if y’all would want those, lol)

Masterlist

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Jin:

J’s Lullaby by Delaney Bailey

Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

Cool Blue by The Japanese House

Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish

Wish by Choi Yuri

Yoongi:

Like Real People Do by Hozier

One of Your Girls by The Weekend, Lily-Rose Depp, & Jennie(I’ve seen too many tiktok edits not to mention this one)

I Wanna Hold Your Hand by The Beatles

11:11 by Taeyeon

I’m Your Girl by Khan

Hobi:

Reflections by The Neighborhood

My Love by Mitski

Don’t Go Insane by dpr Ian(lowkey need a collab from him and Hobi)

Dance by iamnotshane

Lights by Harry Styles

Namjoon:

Drown by Baekyun

If You Love Her by Tokyo Tea Room

Youth by Ateez

Green & Gray by Nickel Creek

Only For A Moment by Eric Nam

Jimin:

Wanderlust by Eloise

Darling by Seventeen

This Must Be My Dream by The 1975

Kiss Kiss by Shinee

Magic by Coldplay

Taehyung:

Break Up With Your Girlfriend by Arianna Grande

Dear Happy by Dodie & Thomas Sanders(don’t think abt how good he would sound singing this🥺)

Someone's Someone by Monsta X

Cherry by Harry Styles

I Fall In Love Too Easily by Chet Baker

Jungkook:

Day Night by Lee Youngji

Collision by Stray Kids

Stay by The Kid LAORI & Justin Bieber

Boys Like You by Dodie

Back To Me by The Rose

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @a-gayish-unicorn @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

[r-aindr0p]

oh my gosh that corset rollo had me m e l t i n g!!

i wanted to ask if you had any songs you like to associate with him? especially if there's any in french, since my french music knowledge is extremely lacking...

two of my favourites for him are notre dame by paris paloma and salvation by christabelle marbun! v v recommend them if you're at all in the mood for Rollocore Songs :3c

Ahh I can do that yes ! some songs that I think about are linked to his unhinged and fiery side, and others the grieving and solitary side of Rollo. Also the songs you recommended are neat I didn't know them, added to my playlist heehee Little idk fake album cover to go with the recommendations, no title because I had no title idea. Now for the songs I'd recommend : Lacrimosa - Kalafina Faster than the flame - Powerwolf Ricordando il passato - Akiko Shikata Iron Lotus (key ingredient version) - Mili The final battle - Tsukasa Saitoh (Elden ring ost, theme of the final boss that is in two parts, intense at first then the theme shifts to a much calmer and "holier" tone, I think it fits Rollo in a way) Songs in french : L'Assasymphonie - Mozart l'opéra rock Le bien qui fait mal - Mozart l'opéra rock C'est bientôt la fin - Mozart l'opéra rock Le temps des cathédrales - Notre-Dame de Paris Belle - Notre-Dame de Paris (sung by Quasimodo, Frollo and Phébus in the musical) Les cloches de Notre-Dame - The hunchback of Notre-dame (cheating a bit with this one since it's simply the bells of notre dame from the disney but in french) I'm not very acquainted with more recent french songs to be honest so there's now a bit old songs from two musicals. Honestly Mozart l'Opéra Rock songs are fitting for so many characters, and the bell sounds in "c'est bientôt la fin" while they sing about attending a ball and assist to the end of a world is so Rollo ringing the bell in hopes for that world without magic, for the end of mages.

[monkey-d-lusional]

my fellow zolu-ers, might i indulge you to listen to Tightrope by Michelle Williams (an OST from The Greatest Showman). the lyrics... it's as if they came from Zoro himself

this song talks about choosing to risk your life to AND WITH the person you can trust the most. the lyrics even say, "some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land... but i'd follow you to the great unknown, off to a world we call our own"

it's as if this song narrates Zoro's zeals: from Luffy inviting him to pursue their dreams together, to them now constantly facing their unknown and dangerous fate.

if that doesn't scream zolu, IDK WHAT DOES!

[yoonia]

— 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘺

“Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what’s happening. It’s inevitable. An event you can’t control. A crazy, heart-stopping, roller-coaster ride that just has to take its course.”

—Jackie Collins

— Read:

⟶ Title | Never Falling ● 21k words ⟶ Summary | For Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever need—his assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?

———

⟶ Title | Forever Falling ● 30.5k words ⟶ Summary | Everyone around you had told you that your life is like a fairy tale. When the little prince suddenly falls in love with the little helper and there is nothing more than love and happiness waiting for you at the end of your path. Except that your life is far from a fairy tale ending. Not that you are unhappy in your relationship with Park Jimin. How could you, when he spoils you like a princess and does everything to protect you from the world like the proper prince. But you simply cannot help the feeling of incompleteness, that there is something missing, and his love alone may not be able to fill the void.

———

⟶ Title | Free Falling ● 22k words ⟶ Summary | People say that you should let life take its course, and to always be ready to open your heart for love. You have learned to allow yourself for the latter, but as always, allowing yourself to open up to every possibilities that life could give you have always been hard for you to do. Your first instinct has always been about hiding your desire, to protect yourself from hurt, but is it worth it to risk it all by keeping it as a secret from the one you love the most?

— Press play: Never Falling - Catila | Never Forget You - Zara Larsson | Go - Caleb Cruise | Lovers in The Night - Seori | Reminder - Corey Nyell | Calling - Sidi | Motion Picture Soundtrack - Shallou | You & I - Mira | Overthinking - offonoff | Nights2Long - Ayelle | Toward The Pain - Joel Ansett | Because It Mattered - Dutch Melrose

— Listen on Spotify

[phoxphenex]

𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝒹…

majority nct but i’ll also write for svt!

requests closed! expect slow updates!

soc med & written stories/scenarios!

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 ⋆ ★

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝟏𝟐𝟕 ⋆ ★

𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐕 ⋆ ★

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ⋆ ★

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝟐 ⋆ ★

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⋆ ★

𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐙𝐄 ⋆ ★

𝐒𝐕𝐓 ⋆ ★

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[caleb-pilot]

Teeth

closed rp with caleb x oc by @butibite

continued from this thread.

a long, pregnant pause hangs in the air. he feels sick all over again. a cold sweat breaking out on his skin as he voids only water and stomach bile into the small waste basket beside her. he makes the mistake of looking, churned remnants of what once was and what will never be apart of him again and he remembers what it was like for his life to feel normal again, if only for a moment, as he vomits again.

he had lost himself in taking care of you. always picking up the broken scraps the other guys never even bothered to learn... like your favorite song, the way you frowned if you couldnt get your messy bun to look quite messy enough, and the way you crushed the sideview mirror on gran's car when he was still teaching you how to back out of the garage. he looks at the airplane stickers on his dresser, faded and picked at for years now. they sort of resembled him. a faded, sweet childhood nostalgia.

he wipes his hand on his pant leg before gently pressing it to her chest where he can feel the steady rhythm once more, just to remind himself she's ok. and when the blood stops pounding in his ears, and his stomach settles down... he wrenches his tear-stained eyes and snot-dripping nose to look at her and whispers,

do you mean it?

[maggie-margret-blog]

Playlist Heroes: the early 90’s

Ateez x Fleetwood Mac

Yunho

Spring had arrived, finally. After a long, hard and arduous winter full of misfortune and horrible luck, a new season began. Yunho found himself falling back into childhood habits, one’s in which his mother had imposed upon him when they had been attached at the hip. In his younger years he had been his mother’s spring cleaning buddy, and found peace in the activity. He missed his mother at times and was put at ease when he could break out the feather duster and rags. Yunho could clean for hours, uselessly for the most part, like wiping down plant pots or mopping his basement floors, though completely concrete. It was the action that soothed him, it didn’t matter if it was functional or not.

This spring, though, Yunho had began tearing apart his guest bedrooms. He’d pull out everything from the closest and neatly organize all of the unnecessary shit he had collected over the years. It was all mixed in with his wife’s unfinished craft projects, all abandoned once she had the kids, and a few mementos of their young love. Yunho was sure to place her things nicely next to his forsaken passions of the past. Photo album after photo album surfaced as he dug deeper in the catacombs of their forgotten keep sakes. He had never considered himself sentimental, but couldn’t deny that all of these memories made his heart sing.

Pictures from their wedding, a few from their honeymoon, and hundreds of others strewn around the clock. That clock had already been ticking for 15 years, but Yunho was a happily married man with few complaints in life.

“Wow, just wow.” He sighed heartily with a slap to his knee and a smile. “We sure were cute back then-“ the self whispering continued as he rummaged through discarded boxes and such. The last was a constant reminder to him that his life had been blessed. Beautiful family, good job and a house he could be comfortable in. He shook his head as he thought back to his days of mechanical work. He could practically still feel the oil and dirt caked onto his hands and back. He spent most of his time rolling around under Suburban richie’s cars back then. Now he was a suburban richie.

As if on queue, Yunho dipped his hand into another box, the thoughts flooding in of a certain suburbanite he had once knew, as the cool plastic of a cassette tape graced his fingers. He knew what it was the second he touched it. “Oh my gosh-“ he exasperated, though quietly. He didn’t want to startle anyone and honestly he didn’t want his wife to see what he had found.

Yunho was quick to stuff the box back in the closet and shut the door; he shoved the small tape in his pocket and booked in to the basement.

“Where’re you going baby?” His wife’s voice stopped him in his tracks. He turned quickly to look at her, eyes softening. “Just going downstairs. You know… clean stuff up.”

“Oh you and you’re cleaning.” She said passively, returning to her previous activities. He sighed in relief, descending his basement stairs. His search was rather frantic, ripping through box after box. He knew he had it somewhere. He was sure he had kept it. “Damnit! Where the hell is it?” He grumbled, finally coming across the machine, buttons dusty and dirty. Yunho blew on the device as the years of neglect flew into the air.

Yunho cleared a spot on the cluttered workbench that sat in the west corner of the room, dimly lit by the teachings of the few lightbulbs actually working. His brow was set in determination, plugging in the cord and watching as the small red dot illuminated. Still worked to Yunho’s surprise.

Yunho dug into his pocket and pushed the cover off of the tape. He ran a finger over the top to rid it of the dust and pressed firmly on the ejection button. The terminal sprung open and he placed it inside. With a quick close, he waited.

Ever so slight was the distortion. Yunho was sure that it had come with age and sat back against the ridge of the bench. His arms crossed leisurely across his broad chest as his eyes closed and allowed the song to build until his memory was purged. He knew this track was all too familiar.

If it had only been yesterday Yunho would’ve believed it. When he was a young kid fiddling with engines and playing cool in front of the girls who hung around all too often. One of them he had in mind particularly, C, Macmaura. She had been one of those girls that Yunho had been plagued with in his 20’s.

C was the daughter of some big tycoon that practically owned the town Yunho grew up in. The two had gone to high school together, classes merging occasionally. What he really remembered though was the summer right before his sophomore year of college.

Yunho’s parents didn’t have much when he was growing up, their name attached to nothing but their home and a small fishing boat, and soon his education.

C and him had run into each other one scorching afternoon in June, the only relief being either the air conditioning or the cooling sensation of the lake around you. Yunho reclined backwards on the floor of the fishing boat, the sun beaming down on him, turning his skin a golden brown. Summer has always been like this, hot, sweaty, and miserable. Bugs buzzed overhead as he swatted them aft.

“Yunho! Yunho!” The echo of a female voice jolted him upward. The sunlight had bleached his sight for a moment or so but soon he was able to make out the figure of a woman on shore. “Yunho!” She called again.

“Yeah?!” He called out, still unsure of who was calling for him, or how they had recognized him from his family’s boat.

“What’re you doing?”

“Oh you know! Just hanging out!” Yunho called.

“Can I come? I’m bored!” It was then Yunho realized who had been yelling at him. It was C. His breath quickened as his heart began to pound. Now, he could blame it on the heat, but he knew truthfully that C made him nervous.

“Uh! I guess!” He responded, swiveling to his side to reach the steering wheel. But as soon as he moved, C was already submerged in the lake, swimming towards the boat.

The vessel shook a bit as she grasped onto the side, Yunho taking her hand and helping her over. C laughed as beads of water dripped from her frame, creating a puddle beneath her. “Thanks.”

“For sure,” Yunho followed suit and chuckled over the sight. C was so beautiful. Her aura was something he had been captivated by since he first met her. Though they had barley spoken in those years of acquaintance, he could still feel a pull toward her.

“What’re you doing out here? All alone?” Yunho was quick to question, handing the woman the towel he had reserved for himself. “It’s so hot. I just wanted to take a dip, but then I saw your boat.” She explained with a grin. Her cheeks glistened as crystal droplets adorned her. The sunlight shown in full on her rounded eyes, revealing details Yunho had never noticed. “You know my boat?” He asked, turning his head to the side like a golden retriever. “Of course I do. Everyone does.” She said lightly as if it were a fact of nature. “Oh.” He whispered quietly.

“Are you going anywhere today?” C’s words tickled Yunho’s ears. Was he going anywhere today? He could hear her ask that a million times. Just like that.

“I wasn’t planning on it. I was just going to wade and cool off.” He confessed.

“And you’re sure you don’t mind if I join you?”

“I’m sure.” He confirmed.

“Good.” She says softly. “Don’t mind me, I’m kinda uncomfortable I’m these since I’m soaked.” C began to laugh as she undid the buttons of her floral blouse. What Yunho had expected was some sort of swimwear to complement her outfit, but was met with a bare chest. His eyes drifted to the exposed skin as his heart rate raised yet again. In respect for the female body, Yunho closed his eyes and turned his head. He hoped she wouldn’t take it as a sign of discomfort or disgust. If she was comfortable, then she was comfortable and Yunho was just fine with that.

“Yo-you- uh.” Yunho begins, but can’t quite say what he wants to.

“Oh c’mon don’t be shy. Im not.” She said with a knowing laugh as if to make fun of herself for her behavior.

“You’re just confident. And that’s good.” Yunho peaked briefly, making eye contact with the woman. She really was beautiful.

“You’re nicer than most guys Yunho. Some would take this as an invitation.” She scoffed, leaning backwards against the floor, the same way Yunho had been just minutes before.

“Well, I’m sorry that’s been the experience.” He said, eyes raking down the frame. He’d wondered what she might look like, but never had he dreamed he’d be in this situation with C.

“Eh, it is what it is I guess. The long awaited rise of feminism probably won’t save me before my time is up, so, I just say fuck it and do what I want.” C’s comment was carried on the heated summer breeze. Yunho only hummed, back pressed against the now cooked metal siding of the boat. “That’s a big topic.” He responded.

“Not really. It’s not big, it’s just important.”

“That’s what I mean when I say big.” Yunho defends quietly.

“Why does everything important have to be big? Can’t we have important normal sized issues?” C retorted.

“I guess we can.” Yunho agreed, assuming she was right in her own way. “Thank you.” C giggled as he considered her words.

“Yunho?”

“Hm?”

“Did you ever like me? Like back in school?”

Yunho sat with the question for a minute, silently. Why would she ask? The answer was unclear. Sure he had thought she was pretty, but he never really considered that aspect of their relationship.

“I guess I didn’t. I never had romantic feelings for you.” He said honestly, looking back towards the shore. A hundred or so trees lined the horizon as the sun climbed its way across the blue sky. The colors slowly leaked through, breaking the blue into fragments of orange and pink.

Words had been said that Yunho may never recall, or may be some of his fondest memories. The two laughed at stupid things and made up situations, only to ask the other what they would do if they ever found themselves in it.

“Okay how about this-“ Yunho began, taking a rather long drag from a shared cigarette. The two lanterns hanging from the boat’s posts were the only light left to illuminate them.

“What if you were stuck between fighting a gorilla, or a bear. Two very deadly animals, two very cute creatures though. And you have to fight to kill though.”

“Oooh, that’s not too hard because I literally hate gorillas. They’re so creepy! Bears are cute and in my heart of hearts, I know they’re cuddly.” C claimed, talking the cigarette from Yunho’s lips and placing it between her own.

“Fair enough.” Yunho conceited.

“What time is it? At this rate we’ll be here til dawn.” C said with a hint of pride, as if they stayed until then it would please her. “I don’t have my watch.” Yunho searches his wrists and the subsequent ground below him. “I left mine on shore.” C added.

“Wait. I brought my transistor, let me find it.” He hums as he bends to his left towards his packed sack, feeling around the belongings, landing on the small radio.

“Here we go,” he says emptily, tweaking the dials until a squawk of static fills the air. Yunho tunes the device carefully, reigning in a local station.

“Now that was good one wasn’t folks? That was of course our number one pick of the evening-“ the disk jockey babbles on as Yunho feels C shift, her figure inching closer.

“We’re coming up on the 11 o’clock hour! You know what that means-“

“It’s late, and it’s getting a little chilly.” C clarified as she pressed her body closer to Yunho’s. “Should we get going home?” Yunho said lowly, hoping she wouldn’t agree. He had enjoyed himself immensely with this girl. Their worlds weren’t all too distant. They were worried about the same things and could discuss things civilly if they didn’t agree. His mind was filled with separate ideas for the evening, but he’d never admit that.

“Coming up next is our new favorite, the hottest that ‘77 has to offer, you know them, we love them-“

“No, I don’t want to.” C voiced, resting her cheek on Yunho’s shoulder. Yunho hummed in acknowledgment, laying his head atop hers, cuddling into her warmth.

He couldn’t tell how or why they ended up like this, but the simplicity of it all was something he’d learn to leave alone.

The tune emitting from the small speaker sparked a wave of excitement from the girl, head popping up from its perch, slightly paining the man. “I love this song!”

Yunho couldn’t help but smile at her reaction, fingers discreetly upping the volume. “Yeah?” Yunho said with a cocked brow. “Yeah.” She replied with a smile.

They let the song play, accompanied only by the lake water gently lapping at the sides of the boat and a chorus of synchronized cricket song. It was all so calming. The moon was brighter than Yunho had ever seen, illuminating the surface of the lake entirely. Romance was the name. Pure romance.

C’s voice curled and looped over notes as she sang along, missing every other word or dropping a beat. All he could do was look with admiration. C eventually settled back into Yunho’s side, nose nestled to his cheek. “Yunho?”

“Yes?”

“Can’t I kiss you?”

He reeled back slightly to look her in those big, dark eyes. He searched them under that romantic moon, then nodded with approval. “Anything you want…” he whispered, leaning to meet her lips.

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“Oh Yunho!” C babbled as the older gripped harshly to her hips, finger tips sure to leave welts of affection, guiding the movements and orchestrating the pleasure. His breath was heavy, dense and laced with a silent but deadly aphrodisiac. His voice was deep with a hint of manly husk and gravel. “C-“ he followed in suit, saying her name in a way that made her stomach coil. The man’s head fell between her breasts, his nose brushed her sensitive nipple, tongue peaking out and leaving a trail of saliva, quick to become cold. His back was still pressed the the side of the boat, the woman straddled over his lap, hips keeping rhythm. His large hands fondled at the ass he now had dictation over for that moment. The intention was feeling good and he wanted nothing more than to stay on track. “Oh shit!” C moaned wettly in his ear, making the hair on the back of his neck stand at attention.

His body was reacting more that he had expected. His nipple hardened as her stomach rubbed against them. “C!” He cried lowly as it broke in the air between them. “Yunho!”

Yunho concentrated on the shock waves wracking his abdomen as she set a bouncing rhythm; the impact of their bodies colliding caused a few slashed from beneath the boat.

Neither of them cared how it may look or sound as she rode him out in the open. Was public sex illegal? Yes. Did they have the time or brain capacity to worry? No. C’s arms gripped tightly around his neck as she kept her balance, the man’s sensual encouragements repeating in her ear. The entirety of their position was more than pleasurable. Her mouth hung open as unashamed moans left her throat.

The larger littered marking kisses on C’s chest, her embarrassment inevitable. “Yunho-“ her voice quivered as she reined closer. With that empty confession, Yunho wraps secure arms about her waist, lifting her weight above his hips before thrusting upward with all the strength he had, over and over and over until C was reduced to a mess of moans. His body grew tired quicker than he would’ve liked, but the shamble he made of C was rewarding enough. His mind was weakening by the second as she moaned his name followed by a string of profanities.

“Yu-yu-“ she tried, only to fail as Yunho pushed a teasing tongue past her lips. The kiss was wet, heated, yet caring. Their bodies meshed together in a way only written or described by erotic poetry.

“Yunho!”

“Yes-“

“Yunho!”

“Mmmmm—“

“Yunho!”

“Yunho baby are you okay?”

“What?”

“Yunho babe. Is everything alright? You’ve been listening to those two songs for like 30 minutes. And I’ve been calling you from the kitchen for like half that.” The break in realization was abrupt and quite shameful. His cheeks flushed a bright red almost immediately. How could he get so caught up in the past? Especially past memories like those.

“No, no I’m fine honey. I’m sorry I was just so lost in thought.” He said shallowly, cracking an unconvincing smile. “I can’t tell. Poor baby, you must’ve really been back there, huh?” His wife joked as her hand lightly tapped the growing bulge behind his zipper.

“Oh!” Yunho cringed. How did he let this happen?

“Come up in a bit my dear. Dinners almost ready.” She instructs with a strain of sweetness in her tone. Yunho’s stomach dropped at the thought of what he had just indulged in. “Of course.” He agreed, leaning to kiss the woman. The woman he loved, and loved dearly. She gave him a little wink before climbing the stairs.

Yunho huffs in disappointment, eyes sweeping the workbench. He inhales deeply, picking up the tape player and slamming it to the ground. He watches as it sustains minimal damage, angered and a bit annoyed. He’s quick to bring down a heavy foot, stomping and brutally crushing the player, tape and all.

“I love my wife.” He said calmly as he cleared his throat and made up way back up the stairs.

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Yoooo sorry if this sucks ass. I just have ideas like this and no one to tell me no. Love you bye! 💕💕

[androidboy]

🌸 texted askin if we can call when i get off work and i’m not quite sure what to expect. can’t tell if this is a “i listened to what you said last night and wanted to put time aside so we can just have some actual chat time instead of just a goodnight call” or if this is gonna be a “i thought about our talk and maybe i just can’t be in a relationship right now” thing

[cashweasel]

Some things never change ❤️ happy anniversary to the beloved blorbos (and happy birthday to yazan! whose 25th bday present was a gf jdkskdjf)

@night-triumphantt

[romeavethinker]

(holding up test tube) Finaly, . garroth mcd Playlist.,.

[kanrix]

Hey I know this is out of the blue but I am witnessing you have the same Orel brainrot and feel compelled to tell you that the song Evangelina by Rob Robinson fits Clay so tragically and I want you to know. :3 it scratches that angst itch and can be interpreted in many ways but it’s sad every time :333 love your art!

No waitg... you're right

[kuragesoda]

"move your body till you die!" yeah rio someones dying tonight and his name is yumeno gentaro