#shinwon oneshot

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #61] Jinxing It

warnings: (1) mention of toe socks, chess talk, showers, a lil bit of titty luvin, lots of kisses, oral (f&m), fingering, ass play (m), whimpery koo <3, a lil cum swapping, the starluvrs are v cute!!! lots of lil clues and hints about upcoming chapters!!

a/n: there's an authors note over on a03 so I'll you spare you my nonsense! but hi, welcome back!! sorry for the wait on this one <33 if you're only just discovering bd, hello---this is part of an on-going story and includes an established relationship, to be read in context with the rest of the story, it's not a oneshot ^^. for kofi subs, there'll be a BD 62 teaser in a few hours!

wc: 13.7K

bd total wc: 560k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

Life dissolves with Jeongguk. Days merge into one. 

Like a tablet in water, or stardust into the atmosphere, time melts.

So does Jeongguk, though. He sinks into the bliss with you. Crumbles. Collapses. You’d go as far to say he turns into a supernova, like stars often do when they collapse. 

He lets himself merge into a shared identity that he’s certain isn’t normal of such a fledgling relationship.

Two weeks from the auction, and days have rolled on by without much fuss. Deals have been finalised on winning bids, and Jeongguk’s had meetings with realtors, Yoongi by his side every step of the way. Everything has happened without much thought. Life has just been accepted; new plans and opportunities integrated into the trajectory you’re on. No meteors to throw you off course nor cosmic calamities to falter your future.

Your name is on the interview list for Shinwon’s position, and Jeongguk’s due to be accepting the keys for the building tomorrow. Everything is as it should be.

It’s terrifying, in a way. 

You spent so long fearing the rug being swept from beneath your feet, but with Jeongguk’s help, carpets have been laid. They’re not budging.

And nor is he as he sits across from you, legs crossed, his chessboard keeping you apart. It’s a rarity to be on his bed not wrapped up in one another—but he’s almost as serious about chess as he is about you. Almost .

“You know what to do,” he grins, adamant that his crash course in the game was easy to follow. In reality, he’d moved a few pieces, said a few words, and promised with a smile that you’d be able to beat him. 

His belief in you is sweet, but entirely misplaced. You’ve not made a single move without his gentle encouragement, most times resulting in you giving the match up on a silver platter. 

The correct terminology evades you, and so do the rules. An app sits on your phone unused, a subscription running up a small fortune from a membership never used. It was set up back in the early days of knowing Jeongguk. You swore one day you’d be able to beat him—but life got busy, and quite frankly, chess is not your chosen way to unwind.

But spending time with Jeongguk is, and so you’ll take him in any capacity you can have him.

“Which one should I move?” You pout, utterly transfixed on the chess pieces. There’s a bewildered panic to your expression, brows furrowed over your glittery eyes, hand hovering to and fro over your side of the board.

You single in on the bishop. Look his way with hopeful, wide eyes. He shakes his head.

“Diagonals only,” he reminds you of how bishops move, at which point you realise it’s blocked in by pawns. Your hand moves to one of them, and he shrugs. “I mean… you can .”

“But should I?”

“You wanna capture the king,” he says, reaching across to dictate your movements. He secures your grip on the pawn, and gently pushes it up a single square to free the bishop’s pathway. “Shift this one up, just one space. Clear the diagonal if you want to move the bishop.”

You do as he says, putting the pawn back in its original position so that you can be the one to place it. Slowly, you repeat his instructions, pushing the pawn up the board while Jeongguk nods. 

And then he grins in such a way that you just know you're about to curse him out.

He lifts his strategically placed knight. Knocks your freshly moved pawn. Claims the tile as his own.

“Rule number one,” He smirks, lip ring flipping in the corner of his pretty little mouth. “Never trust your opponent.”

“Dude, what the fuck,” you whine, looking at him with a faux sense of hurt and a very believable pout. “You’re my boyfriend . You’re supposed to help .”

“No moaning,” he dismisses your stropping, knowing he’s lost brownie points for his deception. He also knows he’ll earn your favour back soon enough, so whatever. “Now, what's your next move, baby? Go on.”

You study the board, and assess how different the opposing sides look. 

This time, he’s going easy on you. Kind of. You’ve almost exclusively been guided by him for the last half an hour, over a string of short games, all of which have ended with your very quick and immediate defeat. 

Jeongguk is too competitive for his own good. Jimin never wants to play against him, ‘cause he knows he’ll lose, too.

This is an indulgence for Jeongguk. He ought not to waste the opportunity—or worse yet, convince you never to play against him again.

He likes the idea of chess being an heirloom; the kind of skill he’ll teach his kids in the future. It’s integral to the very depths of his brain—how he works, and how his logical mind can jump and switch sometimes at the flick of a button—yet he rarely shares it with anyone else.

It’s only apt that you’d get an all-access pass.

Hovering over your now-free bishop, you narrow your eyes as you glance towards him. 

He nods. 

And so you move a pawn instead.

“I don’t trust you,” you tell him, because he told you not to. In a way, you are trusting him—just trusting that he’s a bullshitter. 

What you don’t realise is that you’ve just moved the very pawn that’s been protecting your King, and preventing Jeongguk from getting an easy win.

“B,” he sighs, looking helplessly at the move you just made. 

He couldn’t love you any more if he tried, but— fuck —he’ll never understand your brain.

“What?!”

He picks up his queen. Places it diagonally across from your exposed King. There’s nowhere for your King to go, other than in the direct line of his queen. He’s gone and fuckin’ done it again.

Check. 

Mate .

Groaning, you realise what's happening and flop down onto your back. Your brain is fried. There's no way Jeongguk actually enjoys this. 

"Not again," you whine, pretending to sob a little as you look up at Jeongguk's ceiling. It's without birds these days, but there are a few rogue strips of tape that remind you of your history within these four walls.

"B," Jeongguk laughs, clambering around the board to flop down with you. His arm rests over your tummy as his face aligns with yours. Might not have any birds above you, but the way you melt into his touch is just as deadly as it was the first time. You'll scorch a hole through his sheets with even the most innocent of encounters. His lips are a little pouty, smirk prevailing as he teases, "What did I tell you, huh? Protect your king."

"I tried!" You insist, your over-dramatic, distressed expression far too cute for him to care about playing anymore. He enjoys chess, but he enjoys you more.

"You left him wide open for me to take!"

"You could have gone easy on me!"

"I was!" He defends with a laugh, adamant that he could have taken you out in, like, two moves if he really wanted. "I swear you didn't listen to a single thing I told you—"

"I did! Listening to you is how you got that stupid pawn in the first place," you huff, putting your hand against the bottom of his throat to stop him from getting any closer. He doesn't deserve niceties in times like this.

He'd argue that the feeling of your sharp nails against his throat is incredibly nice.

He ignores your moaning. "I'll make you a deal."

"Go on."

"Strip chess."

"Pervert."

"For every move you make, I'll take an item of clothing off," he suggests with a glint in those starry eyes of his, ignoring your remark.

You assess the situation. Mentally make a checklist of his clothes. Sweats, a shirt, a (toe)sock on either foot, and underwear — that's only five moves, but then again, Jeongguk normally has your king trapped by that point.

"I think you're just trying to get me naked."

"I'm always trying to get you naked, B," he shrugs into his sheets, before tearing himself away and getting back into position on the opposite side of the board. "So are you gonna make it a challenge or not?"

"What happens if I take out one of your pieces?"

"If you do that," he hums, as if he's contemplating it. "I'll let you do that goddamn paper plane you wanna try out so bad."

Instantly, you sit up, like a puppy with a treat being teased in front of its snout. Your eyes are wide, smile incredulous. 

It's been a while since Jeongguk made those paper planes in your bedroom. Only one has ever been done, and quite frankly, you think it might have been the catalyst to your friendship's demise, because how you could ever go back to 'just friends' afterwards was beyond you. 

It's not like you didn't try to remain totally neutral about cock warming with him, but the way your heart swells whenever you do it now just goes to show how your bodies were made for one another. Like a turning of tides, or the cyclical rising and falling of the sun to make way for the moon, it's just as nature intended. He was made for you, and you him.

With a glint in your eye, you lean over to the chess board and swipe up one of his pawns at random. With a gasp, and a smile twitching at your lips, you exclaim, "Oh look! I won!"

"B," he laughs, but your expression remains entirely serious despite the light nature of it all.

"Lemme fuck your ass," You grin now, pleading ever so softly. "A deal is a deal."

"You didn't win."

"Says who?"

"Anyone who has ever played chess?"

"I've played, and I think I won. C'mon," you grin, positioning yourself on his lap. The chess piece is still in your hands as you lean down to nudge your nose up against his. "Face down, ass up for me, baby."

"You're in my way," he says.

"You could throw me across the room if you wanted to. I'm not stopping you."

"And I'm not throwing you across the room."

"Please," you pathetically beg.

"You really it want it, don't you?" He grins against your lips. "Huh?"

"Just wanna make you feel good."

"You always make me feel good," Jeongguk whispers, quietly deflecting the real reason why he hasn't let you do it yet. 

Truth be told, Jeongguk is a little scared. 

While yes, he's always been curious about pegging, he's never taken it that far before. Has never had the tools, shall we say, to explore by himself, and none of his exes or flings ever seemed too interested in it.

He wants it. Wants it with you. Just doesn't know how he'll react. Doesn't know what his body will do. Worries that things will take a turn for the worse and that you'll be so repulsed by him that you'll never want to have sex with him again, or that maybe he'll like it too much and that it'll be all he ever wants and it'd ruin just how good things are at the moment. 

His thoughts distract him as your lips press feathery kisses against the thick column of his neck. Something about you, and how delicate you can be, just makes him melt into your touch. His hands come to clutch your hair, a pretty little smile forming on his lips. 

"You don't have to do this," he quietly says, nails lightly scratching at your scalp. Your lips graze against his skin, before he gently pulls you back by the root of your hair. The sensation makes you want him even more than you already do. There's a love-drunk look of lust to your darling eyes, all glittery like they so often are as you look at him. 

Reaching to cup his jaw, you marvel at how a man who looks like him can be as tender as he is. The world would give him permission to break hearts, if he wanted it, but he doesn't. All he seems to want is to adore, and be adored in return—and how lucky you are to be on the receiving end of it.

A slight guilt settles in your stomach. You know he'd give you the world if you asked for it, but he isn't giving you this. 

"I'm only teasing," you tell him, which isn't strictly true. You do wanna do it, but your incessant begging is what you're joking about. It's not like you'll die if you can't fuck his ass (maybe). "I'll respectfully stay out of your ass unless requested otherwise."

He shakes his head. Laughs. Kisses you, 'cause he just can't help himself, then pulls you down into the sheets with him. "I give it a day until you're asking again."

Secretly, he wants you to ask again. It doesn't feel like pressure. Feels like validation; as if you want this even more than he does.

The thing is, you can't say no to a challenge. "Wanna bet?"

No. 

But he can't resist either. "You're on."

Yoongi stands with his shoulders pressed to glass front door, keys looped on his fingers. The streets in this area are always quiet until the evening, minor hustle and bustle from delivery drivers dropping off stock to businesses down the alley disturbing the peace. 

A small hotteok stall sits lopsided, supported by the building's exterior wall, red tarpaulin covering it from the weather and any inquisitive eyes. An elderly man runs it during the weekends, but for the rest of the week, it sits derelict. It's an eyesore, to say the least. Not the kind of thing that screams 'hot new restaurant' to anyone walking by.

It's as Yoongi's contemplating how to solve this problem, figuring the stallhand probably had an agreement with the previous owners, when Jeongguk comes into his line of vision. He tweaks a brow in Jeongguk's direction, almost as if to ask: what time do you call this?

Jeongguk's right on time. It's not a minute past twelve, which is exactly the time Yoongi told him to arrive. 

Sale finalised, paperwork complete, Yoongi got given the keys this morning. It's a done deal. The building is his, and in turn, the restaurant is Jeongguk’s. 

Despite his nonchalance, when Yoongi sees Jeongguk grin, he can't help but smile too.

"Shut up," Yoongi tells him. "We're serious businessmen. Don't get giggly with me."

"I'm not!" Jeongguk laughs, hands up in defence, until Yoongi puts his own hand out for Jeongguk to shake. Naturally, Jeongguk uses Yoongi's hand to pull him in for a hug instead. Patting his back, Jeongguk is almost fighting the urge to cry. He's waited so long for this. Worked so hard. Doesn't think any of it would be possible without Yoongi, but Yoongi would disagree.

"You better make the best fuckin' samgyeopsal this city has ever seen," Yoongi threatens with all the love in the world, breaking from the hug. Passing over the keys, he nods towards the doors. "Do us the honours."

Yoongi is fatherly in the way he never takes the glory for himself. Will be the kind of dad to build a lego castle and let his kid put the flag in place at the end of his labour. 

Jeongguk doesn't mention it, but he's noticed the way Seoyeon has been the designated driver for the past few weeks; how she didn't drink at auction, and how Yoongi's been even more attentive than he usually is. 

Could be nothing at all. Could just be a change in the weather.

But it could mean everything, and Jeongguk knows better than to intrude before being welcomed in on the news. 

Pushing the key into the lock, Jeongguk is quietly enamoured with the fact the premises has a lock and key instead of the typical keypad locks that are usually in place. The metal grates against itself as he twists the lock open, and pushes the door open. 

There's a separate side entrance for access to the upper floors. 

The floors Jeongguk intends to be the restaurant already have a connecting staircase towards the back of the room, which will make it infinitely easier for staying out of Yoongi's hair whenever he's in the workshop.

In the light of day, the furniture from the previous owners now removed, it's so much easier for Jeongguk to envisage how everything will look; where the signage will hang, where the bar will go, and, most importantly, where the disco balls will hang.

"It's really happening," he exhales, as if he hadn't realised it at any earlier stage in the process.

Yoongi doesn't berate him. Instead, he takes a deep breath, too. Nods. "It's really happening."

Though he smiles, Jeongguk wishes he had a hand to hold as tightly as his lips press together. Wishes you were here. Knows you're busy with work, making up hours to account for the fact you'll have some time off at the end of the week for your interview at the Ryu.

Why you need an interview is beyond him. He thinks they're being ridiculous. Thinks that even entertaining the idea of hiring someone else is an insult. Got so wound up about it, ranting to Jimin while he was making dinner, that he burned his sauce a couple of nights ago. Is now on a talking while cooking ban. Jimin says Jeongguk can't be trusted to multitask. Jeongguk says Jimin is a little prick.

The day is lost to making plans; sketches drawn up on Jeongguk's ipad, discussions with Yoongi about how to go about getting liscences for the premises, and back and forth over what should be done with the top two floors.

The idea of Taehyung using the fourth floor as a studio is considered, but both of them know how much he adores his current place. 

"Think he'd live there, if he could," Yoongi muses picking up a slice of napjak mandu with his chopsticks, dipping it into the tteokbokki sauce. They'd ordered from the place near his current workshop, and it makes him lament the idea of leaving it behind. 

Perhaps he can keep them both. Use the smaller space as his own little sanctuary, and the third floor here as his public-facing premises. Might be a bit of a waste, but if he can afford the rent, then why not?

"Tell you what," Yoongi hums as he swallows down his food. "If you don't add something like this to the menu, I'm kicking you out."

"I'll put it on the secret menu," Jeongguk offers, knowing that it definitely won't be what he offers to punters. He makes a mean tteokbokki, but it doesn't fit the vision of what he wants for this place. "Well, what about Jimin? He could start up his own interior place, if he wants. He's got the money for it, and I know the office he's in at the moment has been stifling him. Lost out on, like, three big commissions in the last quarter because the boss went with some other prick's ideas. Jimin's wasted there."

Yoongi hums in agreement as he swallows down his food. "We could always get him to help out with the design of this place. I reckon he knows all the tricks for good energy."

Nodding, Jeongguk laughs. Picks up another rice cake and chows down on it as he adds, "Should have seen him when we moved into our current place. Man had a compass out to align a sofa with the right energy."

"Sounds about right," Yoongi grins, resting his chopsticks back down against the edge of the bowl. "Well, what about your missus, then? Would she want gallery space? Somewhere for curation?"

Jeongguk chokes on his rice cake, and it's not because of the spice. 

"She's not my missus—" he corrects, but then decides he doesn't want to "—at least, not yet. And she's got a big interview with The Ryu this week. I'm not sure opening her own gallery is on her agenda, but I can put the feelers out—and like… I don't know. Wouldn't it be a bit much? We spend so much time together, already. She'd get sick of me if I was working two floors below."

"Would you get sick of her?"

"Don't be stupid. No."

"Exactly," Yoongi says as if it's obvious—which, in all fairness, he thinks it is. "The pair of you are in a perpetual honeymoon phase."

Jeongguk shakes his head, as if he isn't beaming. "Shut up. Just got a good thing going—and hey, you're hardly one to talk. How's Seoyeon?"

"Good, yeah," Yoongi nods, but doesn't divulge any further. As much as Jeongguk is dying to ask, he holds back. "She wants you all round for dinner soon, so expect an invite in the group chat."

"For any reason?" Jeongguk baits Yoongi, cause he just can't help himself.

Unlucky for him, Yoongi is as stoic as can be. "You know Seo. She loves any excuse for a dinner party. Has started making her own pasta and I think she wants tasters."

"B makes a mean pasta," Jeongguk says, because his thoughts so often wind back to you, and he just can't help himself. "I'm sure she'll be buzzing to try Seoyeons."

A sense of pride washes over Yoongi's features. "Gah, when did you grow up, Jeongguk? Practically married, aren't you?"

Dismissive in how he shakes his head, Jeongguk can't help but let a bashful smile grow on his face. The soft lights overhead glimmer down him, putting those stars Jeongguk adores so much right back in his eyes. He'll never get rid of you. Will eternally carry the evidence of how utterly smitten he is.

Should you ever leave him, Jeongguk thinks he'd simply die of a broken heart. Wouldn't know how to walk if it weren't in the direction of you. Would stumble and fall until he inevitably wound up back at your door like a wounded puppy.

So perahps Yoongi is right. Maybe it would make sense to offer you the space—but you've got your own agenda. Your own dreams. Jeongguk can't just entrap you in his.

The thing is, once your shift is up, and you're heading to the restaurant premises to see Jeongguk, you can't help but feel like this is a dream come true for you. 

His ambition and drive have rubbed off on you; encouraged you up a career path you once thought was overgrown with thorns and rubble. Has shown you that all you need is a little bit of elbow grease and a pair of secateurs to go after what you want. 

It's dark by the time you arrive. Lights from the other establishments flood the streets, but the blinds are closed on the restaurant for a little privacy. A handwritten 'under new management' sign is taped to the front door in Jeongguk's signature penstroke. A little smiley face accents it; a show of how he feels, you presume. 

Pulling your phone from your back pocket, you dial through to him, 'cause you've no idea how to get in, nor if he's even actually there. The building is just on the way home from the art cafe, and you'd left Jeongguk's place that morning to a very smiley boyfriend instead of his usual 'don't go' pout, so you figure he's spent all day busy with exciting plans.

"Sorry, not interested," Jeongguk's voice purrs through the speaker, as if you're some kind of cold-calling saleswoman with nothing half-decent to offer him. 

"What if I told you I'm outside the restaurant and that I'm naked under my clothes?"

"Aren't we all naked under our clothes?"

"Just open the door," you grin down the phone as he comes into view through the glass doors. 

He's got the kind of look on his face that you'd expect: pouty lips with heavy-lidded eyes. Softening ever so slightly when he notices the bunch of wildflowers poking out from the tote bag you've got hooked over your shoulder, his eyes are incapable of ever hiding his true feelings. 

Mild confusion ( did someone get you flowers?) dismissed with easy understanding—they're from the stall he always buys you flowers from, so he knows you got them yourself.

It's very conflicting to adore you and to also want to fuck you into next Tuesday, but it garners you a gaze nobody else is ever lucky enough to receive from him. You cherish it. Think about it near-constantly whenever he's not by your side.

"You're a terrible saleswoman," he scolds so softly it feels like praise.

"And yet here you are, answering the door for me," you shrug with a knowing smile, sure that'd he take whatever you sold him. Would buy sand, water, air from you. Would let you swindle him. 

"And yet here I am."

Hanging up, you mouth 'open it' through the door, and he does as he's told—kind of.

Blocking the now half-open door, he childishly asks, "What's the password?"

"I love you?"

"Ew. Gross. Get a room. No."

"Fuck you.”

"Not the password either, but I'm more than willing."

"Ew. Gross," you imitate him, gagging a little for an extra immaturity. "Hmm… Byeol is the best?"

"Ddaeng."

"Jimin sucks?"

"Ddaeng… but I approve. Good guess."

"Gimme a hint."

"It's the name of the restaurant."

The confidence that comes with the restaurant being his now is nothing short of a miracle. He's so certain of everything these days, in a way he never was before—but why shouldn't he? He got the girl. Got the dream. There's nothing he can't do. Statistically, he's two for two. A winner by all counts. A gold medalist in his very own Olympics.

"You've never told me what you want to name it!" You protest with a whine, thinking he's being entirely unfair.

It's not like you haven't asked a million times over. He's just been keeping it underwraps. Was scared that speaking it into existence would jinx it. Would refuse with a coy grin, and assurance that he'd reveal it soon enough.

Truth be told, Jeongguk's gone back and forth over names. It's probably changed ten times since he's known you, but then you said something at the fundraising auction, and everything sort of clicked into place. 

A name was coined and it wouldn't stop embossing itself into Jeongguk's dreams; the branding, the signage, everything. A new vision of what he wanted spawned like lava onto a mountainside. You sparked a volcano he didn't even realise existed, and it's solidified into molten rock. 

"I'll cut you a deal," you offer, knowing that you'll never get it and he'll never ease. Shrugging your shoulder to gesture towards the bag, you begin your enticement. "I've got cold beer and hot burgers from that place you like down the road. They're all yours in you let me in—if not, I'm going home and Danbi will—"

"Say no more," Jeongguk pushes the door open and grabs your hand, pulling you into the vacant restaurant with him. The door clicks close behind you, and Jeongguk spins you around so that you're stood infront of him, facing the large room. Arms wrapping around your waist, Jeongguk rests his chin on your shoulder, gently pressing a kiss to your neck. "Welcome in."

It's a lot to take in all at once. The room stands empty, save for the camping chairs and table Yoongi and Jeongguk had coversed around earlier, Jeongguk's ipad resting on the table with a low battery warning on the dimly lit screen. There's paperwork scattered on the surface—old utilities letters that they were using to sort out the new bills—and a bag of trash tied up on the floor from their lunch.

"I don't smell burgers," Jeongguk mumbles against your neck.

"I was lying."

"You've no shame."

Turning your head, you let him raise his nose to yours, a feathery kiss greeting your lips. 

Whenever your doe-eyed boy greets you like this, you always feel a bit like snow white; as if a dozen tiny creatures will flock to you and bestow their love upon you.

It'd be fruitless, mind you, for none of them could even come close to how deeply Jeongguk adores you. He'd sit in the corner, jealous and bratty as they fawned over you. Would hate not being the object of your affection. Would strop until your focus was back on him.

"I'll order some," you promise, but Jeongguk shakes his head. 

"Won't be here much longer. We can pick some up on the way home."

"Sure?"

"Yeah, baby," he tenderly whispers, punctuating himself with a slightly firmer kiss, before pulling away from you. Walking into the middle of the room, he holds out his arms. Grins. "Welcome."

"It's a pleasure," you grin, freely stepping into the space now, looking around with awestruck eyes knowing that this is his . "Holy shit, Gguk."

"Yeah," he agrees with your sentiment. "Mad, innit?"

"Just a little."

When you think back to the Jeongguk you first met—the one who spent hours upon hours studying for his exams, all the while working at the bar of an admittedly shitty club—you can't help but feel overwhelmed with pride. He worked himself to the bone for his dreams. 

The space is large enough for Jeongguk to go wild with it. There's no end to his possibilities. He's got an arsenal of weapons in his back pocket in the form of his friends—Yoongi can fit the place out, Jimin can help with the design work, Taehyung can make a central art piece, and Namjoon can get it featured in the paper. Of course, he won't take advantage of his access to them, but knowing how willing his friends always are to help out, it's kind of like a no-brainer. He's got all the tools needed for success.

"And right here," he points up, standing in the middle of a square marked out with tape on the floor. It's large and in the centre of the room—the intended space for a central bar and banchan preparation spot, flipping the conventions of traditional barbecue places on their heads. Wants the food to quite literally be at the heart of the restaurant. "Is where the disco balls will be."

For a second, you think you miss-hear him, but the way his smiles grows when confronted with your confusion only proves you heard perfectly fine.

Sitting on one of the camping chairs Yoongi and Jeongguk had set up earlier, you've been watching him talk you through his vision for the place. It sounds incredible—just like him, but in restaurant version. 

"Is that not a health and safety hazard?" You giggle, desperate to get up and stand with him, but feeling the need to maintain distance. He's having his moment. He doesn't need a shared stage—and yet here he is, announcing that the very embodiment of you will be centre stage for the foreseeable. 

Jeongguk shrugs. "Haven't thought that far ahead. There's gonna be disco balls here whether they like it or not, though."

Realistically, if the health and safety inspectors tell him no disco balls, there'll be no disco balls—but he won't be happy about it. Will be pouty. You both know he's just being facetious, and that he'll comply with whatever is asked of him. 

"It's my restaurant, baby," he reminds you, holding out his hands, cause he wants you closer. Naturally, you do ass requested, and join him in his square. His arm slips around your waist, a kiss firmly being pressed to your forehead before your chin leans on his chest. Looking up at him, it's a wonder that you're able to have conversations that last more than a single back and forth. A miracle, even. "I can do what I want."

There's something so incredibly sexy about this cocksure arrogance. He's not the same guy you met back in the confines of Dionysus, and while you adored him back then, you adore him even more now.

"You're sexy when you talk business," you hum, as his hand dip a little further south to squeeze your ass. "Home?"

He nods, a pretty smile hanging off his lips. "Mine or yours?"

"Yours is closer," you tell him, pulling away, linking your fingers with his as you do so, dragging him with you. Hooking your bag up over your shoulder, you're reminded of the flowers. "Oh—these are for you, by the way."

Passing them over, you're not surprised by his confusion.

"For me?"

The bunch of wildflowers looked pretty big in your hands, but remarkably small in his. You have to make a considered effort to not groan. 

"Mhmm," you nod with a sweet smile. "A congratulations."

Jeongguk's head pushes back a little into his neck, shoulders broadening as his smile forms. He quickly tilts his head to the side and then back again in the way he often does whenever his brain is processing something new. 

"Never had flowers before."

"Nice, isn't it?" You grin, knowing that nothing beats fresh flowers when it comes to small pockets of expressed admiration. 

With a bashful nod, Jeongguk feels like he should feel emasculated, but can't quite work out the way he actually does feel. All he knows is that he likes it. And that he wants to get home. And that he wants you in his bed. Naked, preferably. 

His thoughts dart back and forth to the last time you were in his room. Gets him hot. Blushing. 

Thankfully, you don't seem to notice—or if you do, you don't mention it. Why would you? It's cute. 

"What time is your interview tomorrow?" Jeongguk asks as he makes sure the door is locked behind you both. 

"One in the afternoon," you reply with a certain nonchalance, as if you're unphased, which Jeongguk knows is absolute bullshit. "Hobes said he'll work my shift if I buy him a month's supply of Sprite, so I've got, like, 48 cans arriving tomorrow."

He would have done it for free, but he's a tough bargainer and you're just an easy sell when it comes to making the people you care about happy.

"His blood will turn into sprite," Jeongguk laughs, linking his hand with yours once more as you head down the road to the nearest subway entrance. "How are you feeling about it? We can practise interview questions later, if you like."

Shaking your head, you smile. "It'll just make me nervous, and at the moment, I'm pretty calm about things. Thank you, though."

"Well, if you change your mind," Jeongguk reinforces the offer, before you redirect the conversation and get him babbling about the restaurant—projected timelines, contractors, suppliers. There's so much to do, and yet it doesn't feel overwhelming in the slightest. Not yet, at least.

With a pit stop at the burger place as promised, the journey home is effortless. Intrinsic by this point. 

Shoes off by the door, Jimin is out for a company dinner, so it's just the pair of you.

"Has he spoken with you about Nabi, yet?" You ask as you grab some condiments from the kitchen, while Jeongguk fills a vase with water.

"God, no," Jeongguk laughs. "He used to tease me all the time about you, but now he can't even look me in the eyes 'cause he's worried I'll ask about it. Idiot."

"He used to tease you? About me?" You hum, a little smug at this little snippet of information. 

"You know what he's like," Jeongguk reminds you, 'cause it's not like you've ever been spared from Jimin's teasing. "Doesn't know how to not be irritating. Character flaw. Think he was born that way."

Despite his annoying tendencies, Jimin is adored by pretty much everyone he meets. Jeongguk doesn't say such things to be mean, but rather because he views him like a sibling. 

"If anyone knows how to handle him, it's Nabi," you muse, thinking back to Pohang. "He'd have driven me insane organising the Jilympics."

"Don't call it that," Jeongguk smiles at how ridiculous his best friend is. Delicately arranging the flowers, Jeongguk's sense of perfectionism comes out once more. "He's a little narcissist. He'll sense his ego being inflated from miles away, and then his head won't be able to fit through doors." Tweaking a yellow flower to move it more centrally, Jeongguk shakes his head. "And to think the first time you were in this apartment—"

"Shut up," you groan, not wanting to be reminded of it. "Everybody makes mistakes."

"Alright, Hannah Montana," Jeongguk teases you. "It's just kinda wild, isn't it? How everything has just worked itself out?"

"Don't," you say with a glint in your eye. "You'll jinx it."

Perhaps it's foolish—naive, even—but he doesn't think it's possible. Thinks that this is all set in stone. That your names have been etched on a cliffside somewhere, and that's where you'll remain forever more. 

He forgets that cliffs erode. That the weather is unpredictable, and life even more so. 

He's always been cautious. Reluctant of counting eggs.

But he’s hungry. Ravenous. The first at the dinner table, and the last to leave. Bites off more than he can chew. Chokes and splutters in the wake of it all, every single damn time.

It’s a flaw he’ll admit to having, but why can’t vices be virtues? Why can’t he be optimistic? Why shouldn’t he hope for the best? He spent so long living in a perpetual state of fear, and it never did him any good. Wasn’t until he started opening himself to the idea of things working out okay that they actually started heading in that direction.

“I’ll do no such thing,” he assures you, reaching for a pan to start with his second course. Again, he’s hungry in all aspects of the word. Hasn’t even had his burgers yet, but he’s a growing boy, or so he’d have you believe. Better to just get it cooked first, and save him the hassle of getting up again later. “You want some?”

He nods towards the empty saucepan, but doesn’t need to explain what he’s making. You know it’ll be instant bibimyeon.

“A little,” you nod, knowing that this relationship is gonna be terrible for your waistline. Opening up his fridge, you pull a can of soda from the fridge. Jeongguk doesn’t really ever buy soda, unlike you and your minor peach soda addiction, but take-out places always chuck a complimentary can of something in with your orders, so he’s got quite a stockpile now.

“You want a beer or something instead?” He asks, as he begins to prepare the instant noodles in the most embellished way he possibly can. Spices, sauces, you name it, he’s always adding something—and it’s always delicious. 

Cracking the can open, you set it down and swipe the camera of your phone up to snap a picture of him; to document him in his element. “Nah, it’s okay. Want a clear head for tomorrow.”

Jeongguk smiles, hearing the synthetic shutter of your phone clicking. “Obsessed.”

“So?” You grin, immediately swiping across to open up Instagram and preserve the moment on your story. “You love it.”

Though he doesn’t reply, he does look in your direction with a smile that would only confirm your words.

Together, you fall into a casual rhythm, you perched up on a barstool while he cooks. Conversation darts from A to B, Y to Z. There’s no topic of conversation too obscure nor taboo for you to realm into the depths of, but there’s also something comforting about how you can just natter about the weather, how he should get his hair cut, what’s on at the cinema. 

By the time he’s eaten and cleaned up the kitchen, you’re already in the shower. It’ll be an early night. You’ve both been working today, and both have important things to get done the next day. 

There’s no objection from you as he taps on the door and asks to come in. You hadn’t locked it deliberately. Jimin’s out, and even if he’d have come home, he’d have heard the shower going—or Jeongguk would have told him. There’s no real worry there.

“Been looking forward to this all day,” Jeongguk admits as he grabs his shirt by the nape of his neck, pulling it over his head in that boyish way he so often does. Neither of you really care about being naked—it’s a daily occurrence at this point—but seeing him get undressed makes your heart feel all jelly-like and void of structure. The chambers melt, and so do you. 

It’s not just attraction, but affection. Acknowledgement that he doesn’t mind being vulnerable with you. That the things humans do to renew themselves — eat, shower, sleep — are things he wants to do with you. He doesn’t want to be full if you’re hungry, sleep while you’re starved of rest, nor wash away the traces of you. Renewal without you just doesn’t make sense to him. 

“Me too,” you quietly say as he joins you. The water pitter-patters down on you both, his hair wetting before laying flat against his forehead. When his deft hands push it away, it always falls back. 

Instinctively, your arms wrap around his waist, his around your shoulders, the embrace akin to coming home. 

“We should both just quit our jobs and do this forever,” Jeongguk muses, almost sleepy in how he mumbles his words against the top of your head. 

“Someone’s gotta pay the water bill,” you smile against his bare chest.

“That’s why I live with Jimin,” Jeongguk replies, tone cheeky and warm. 

The smile on your face sweetly settles into something a little more neutral as you outwardly consider your own living situation. “Lease is up soon, yanno. Mine and Dans.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nod, wet hair tangling over itself against his skin. He holds you just as tightly. “Haven’t started looking for new places, yet.”

“I’ve still got a few months left on mine,” Jeongguk says, pulling back to reposition the shower head. Just wants to hear you a little more clearly. “My bed is basically yours anyways.”

It doesn’t take a genius to work out what he’s insinuating—but it also doesn’t take a genius to know that it wouldn’t be the right thing for you both, yet. 

Your eyes are soft as you shake your head. “I’ve a whole apartment's worth of stuff, Gguk. I can’t just move into your room. Need my own space.”

He frowns, reaching for the shampoo. “You can. And I’ll even move my statues.”

“You mean your action figures?”

“Oh my god,” he groans, and then you’re giggling, and any negative thoughts Jeongguk could have about you saying ‘no’ dissolve into nothingness, like water running down the drain. He passes you over the shampoo once he’s gotten himself some, and adds, “People pay good money for a collection like mine.”

“You mean you spent a fuck ton of money on them?”

“We’ve all got our weaknesses,” he protests. “You’ve got so many clothes. I don’t think I’ve ever been into your room when there hasn’t been an avalanche of clothes on the chair, wardrobe and dressers bursting at seams—”

“Exactly,” You laugh. “Now imagine all of that in your room.”

He takes a second. Visualises it as he lathers up the foamy shampoo in his hair and almost hisses. “Yeah. You’re right. I take it back. Get your own place.”

Rolling your eyes, you flick a little water in his direction, as if it makes a difference. 

He grins, teeth on show, lip ring doing the thing that just makes you melt. 

“See,” you grin right back. “I’m always right.”

The rest of your shower is littered with dumb conversations and stolen kisses between shampoo rinses. In fact, it’s how the rest of the evening continues. Some dumb action film plays on the tv, and then Jeongguk finds a dumb youtube quiz, and you giggle into the early hours over some other dumb shit. Dumb, dumb, dumb and oh so totally in love. 

The apartment issue lingers in the back of Jeongguk’s mind, though, and questions dance on the tip of his tongue. He tries to brush them away, but the mint of his toothpaste isn’t enough to erase them. They taste sour, and he knows the only way to rid the sensation is to speak them into existence.

Gone midnight, the city is still alive. His curtains are open, because you’ve started to get used to the way he likes to sleep, and find it far easier to wake up early when the sun is giving you a warm welcome to the day. Funny, how things change. How willing he was to change his habits for you, and how seamlessly yours have changed to fit him. You’re better for knowing one another, or so it feels. 

The light pollution gives his bedroom a soft glow, and with every change of advertisement on the billboards across the street, the hue changes. Like his own personal mood lamp, it’s become a staple of his home. It’s blue, now, and so is he when he considers the fact that you haven’t yet reached the stage of sharing a home.

Your arm is looped over his waist, ‘cause he’d decided that the role of the little spoon would be going to him. Fingers interlocked with yours, he has no interest in ever letting go. 

“B?”

“Mhmm?”

“Is Dan definitely moving in with Tae?”

“Think so.”

Jeongguk doesn’t immediately reply, but you leave space open for him. A question like that didn’t come out of the blue. It’s something he’s been ruminating on, no doubt.

When he finally does speak, the weight of his soft, if not somewhat pouty, words crush down on your chest in a way that you can’t quite explain. Hell, in a way you don’t want to explain, because it would mean admitting that a man has such power over you (even if said man is Jeon Jeongguk).

“They’ve always been one step ahead of us,” he laments.

And then he leaves silence for you. Knows that you always have a response of some kind that will settle his woes. Feels guilty that you’re always cleaning up the messes of his loose lips, but would be a liar if he said he didn’t crave the sweet nothings you soothe him with.

“They’re on an entirely different path, baby,” you gently press a kiss into his shoulder. He’s so warm and powder-fresh from his shower that you can’t help but want to cling to him like a koala bear. Most importantly, though, you don’t want him to move away. Space to talk is fine, but physical space? God, no. “There's no use comparing.”

But Jeongguk is a glutton for punishment. Will continue making himself feel small for the sake of his perceived flaws.

“Loved you before Taehyung even knew who Danbi was,” Jeongguk pouts, ‘cause he’s in his head again, going round in circles when he really needn’t be. You know he does this, though. It doesn’t surprise nor concern you. If anything, it reassures you, because his willingness to share these thoughts just signposts how far you’ve both come. He used to stew and sour over things like this. Now, he shares his burdens “But they’re doing all these big milestones first. They were a couple, went on vacation, and now moving in together. All before us.”

“It’s not a competition,” you sweetly laugh. “Their relationship couldn’t be more different to ours. Plus I hardly consider a weekend in Jeju a big vacation—we can literally do that this weekend, if you want.”

You’re not sure why you’ve never been away together. Busan is always lovely, but it’s a short drive, and is somewhere Jeongguk still considers to be home. It’s not a holiday. Perhaps you should rectify that. It's better spoken about during the daylight hours, but always a little nicer to dream at night. Make silly, fantastical plans that you could always turn into reality, if you really wanted. 

“Gguk,” you softly continue. “As much as I love them both, we’re literally so different from them. Our relationship was never gonna be like theirs.”

“You think?”

“Mhmm,” you nod, lips brushing against the bare skin of his shoulder. “Well, I mean, he lets her peg him for starters—”

Jeongguk turns so quickly it’s a miracle he doesn’t fall out of bed. Even in the darkness of his room at night, the open curtains mean his shock is easy to make out. “Does he actually?!”

Giggling, you roll onto your back, thoroughly enjoying his reaction. Truth is, you’ve no idea. Just said it to be a dick. 

“Probably,” you say, admitting that you don’t know. You just knew it would cause a reaction. Ease the tension, somewhat. “He’s like, obsessed with her. Would let her do anything she wants.”

Sinking back down into the sheets with you, Jeongguk wraps his arm over your body now. Pulls you close. Presses a kiss to your neck, and says, “You lost the bet, y’know? Can’t even go 24 hours without thinking about fucking my ass, can you?”

It sounds like a complaint, but the way his lips seem unable to stop pressing wet kisses against your throat would prove otherwise. Your hand tangles in his hair, scratching his scalp in approval. 

“Cute that you think I haven’t been thinking about it all day,” you tease, biting back the small murmur of a moan that’s just begging to escape from his touch. 

You often have thoughts about him throughout the day, both pure and impure. It’s not like you mean to—it’s just that there’s something about Jeongguk that is impossible to forget. Like a class-A drug, you linger from high to high, using thoughts about him to sustain your comedown until you can see him again. 

He is your boyfriend, though. Would be weirder if you weren’t a little obsessed.

“Liar,” he scolds. “I picked your clothes up after our shower. Your underwear were dry.”

“You were inspecting my underwear? Freak,” you tease, because quite honestly the idea of him studying your underwear in the hopes of finding arousal is kinda hot, even if a little perverted. “And maybe it’s because you don’t get me excited.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeongguk ignores your insult. Instead, his hand creeps down the mound of your pussy, pausing before he sinks his fingers between your thighs. “So you’ll be dry right now, then?”

“I’ll be just like the Gobi,” you assure him with that tone of defiance he's grown to adore. “Try me.”

You don’t know why you’re offering yourself up like this, ‘cause you know it’s only gonna end up one way.

“You’re such a fuckin’ liar,” he smirks—and then is proven correct as his fingers slide between your slick folds with ease. A gasp escapes from your lips as he casually brushes past your clit, paying it no attention whatsoever. “And even if you weren’t, there’s like, five bigger deserts than the Gobi. Sounds like it’s a pretty easy drought to rectify—but fuckin’ hell, B. My pretty girl and her filthy mouth. Full of lies, isn’t it? You’re fuckin’ soaked.”

“No,” you purr, hips languidly rolling to intensify the sensation he’s facilitating. After all, he’s right. There’s nothing dry about the situation between your legs. “Never told a lie in my life.”

His teeth nip at your neck as his body presses up against your side, the thick ridge of his cock letting you know that you most certainly get him excited. 

“You’re so full of shit, B,” he quietly says, lips from a pretty little kiss against the edge of your jaw. “Told so many lies, haven’t you, hm? Like when you used to tell people we were just friends?”

The desperate sigh that escapes your mouth only fuels him on even more.

“You remember the first time I touched you like this, huh?” He husks against your ear. “Those pretty eyes of yours watching us in the mirror. You can see us now, can’t you?”

Nudging his head against yours, he encourages you to look in the direction of his mirror. You always sleep on the side of the bed closest to it, but you rarely pay it any attention these days. The pair of you are obscured—bed sheets and shadows hiding what he’s doing to you—but the eroticism is just as potent as it always was.

“Gguk,” you rasp, back arching when he strokes against your clit just right.

Restraint is something that you wish you had been gifted with, but alas—you are just a girl, and he is just the sexiest man you’ve ever had the pleasure of sharing a bed with. Of course you melt with every little thing he does.

“What is it, baby?” His index finger pushes into the seeping entrance of your cunt, just once, twice, to really get you moaning. “You like it when your boyfriend touches you?”

Something about Jeongguk referring to himself like that always gets you hot, but it’s partially because of the way he almost growls when he does it. You know it’s a turn-on for him. Know that his cock is throbbing. Know he loves calling himself yours.

Tugging on his arm, you encourage him to move on top of you. It’s late, and you should both be getting a good night's rest, but whatever. In half an hour, you’ll both be away with the fairies. If anything, this will help you fall asleep quicker.

“Thought you wanted an early night?” he husks against your lips, finishing his question with a kiss that lasts far longer than any words spoken. His firm lips part yours as your legs wrap around his hips as they grind up against yours.

“And I thought you said whoever speaks about fucking your ass next loses?” You smile against his lips, knowing that he definitely must have a twisted idea of what punishment is. “How is this losing?”

“We never set out terms,” he reminds you, unable to stop himself from kissing you between sentences. “But maybe it's not about losing. Maybe it’s about winning.”

“Okay?” You entertain his flirt, giggling between those kisses he just can’t seem to stop giving you. “So what are you winning?”

He pretends to give it thoughtful consideration. Squints his eyes and looks away as if contemplating one of life's great questions. Why are we here? What is the point of life? How do I want my girlfriend to make me cum tonight?

Jeongguk presses a kiss to your neck, nose nudging against your skin. He’s feline-like. Purry. Pathetic. Just how you like him.

“You haven’t sucked me off in a while,” he whispers, teeth nipping at your earlobe. Your hand laces in his hair, a soft moan humming from your lips. There’s a softness to the slow movements of your bodies. A comfort. A desperation. Unadulterated devotion. “So maybe that?”

You laugh at his shamelessness. Press a kiss to his temple, still scratching at his scalp. “I gave you a blowjob, like, two days ago, baby.”

“I know,” he whines like a wounded puppy, all docile and dejected. “It’s been so long I might die.”

“Hmm?” You hum in response, pushing on his waist ever so slightly until he gets the message to roll onto his back. He does as he's told, because he really is just a puppy dog beneath it all. Well-trained and desperate for a treat.

Following the movements of his body, you naturally ease into position on top of him. Legs straddled either side of his waist, you raise yourself up into a seated position, earning you a grunt of approval from Jeongguk. 

The way his hands immediately reach up to play with your chest is curious, considering he still plays himself off as an ass guy. Strong with his movements, he grips the softness of your tits, his hips gently pulsing up against you.

“These might help prolong my life expectancy,” he says. “Best stress balls known to man.”

He seems quite content like this. Eyes closed, a smile hangs off his lips like he’s in a serene state of bliss. You cock your brow, unable to fight a smile, too. 

“Did you just call my tits… balls?”

One of his eyes cracks open. “No?”

“You definitely did.”

“Didn’t.”

“Did—”

“Byeol,” he reprimands your diversion of the topic. “C’mon. Business, baby.”

“Is that all I am to you, huh?” You say, reaching for his wrist so that you can pull your hairband from it. He lets you do so and looks on with salacious curiosity as you begin to tie your hair up in a ponytail. “Just a transaction?”

“Mhmm,” he nods, his own hair tangling against his pillow as he does so. “A bird for a bird, remember?”

“Are we not past the point of the birds?”

“Well, yeah,” he says as if it’s totally obvious. “Thought we were gonna do a plane?”

Jeongguk’s reference back to the paper planes that he crafted in your bedroom makes your heart seize. You know what he means by that. Knows that it’s permission, in a way. That he wants what you want, even if he doesn’t outwardly say it.

“Are we?”

“Well we’re not gonna do anything if you keep up with the small talk,” he fondly teases you, pulling you back down so your chest is against his. One of his hands wraps itself in your ponytail and tugs ever so gently. A soft moan escapes your lips, much to his enjoyment. “I like your hair like this.”

In all honesty, he just likes being able to pull on it. Loves your hair no matter how it’s done. 

“You’ll like it even more in a few minutes.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw before you embark on your journey south. 

It’s intrinsic, how you work his body. A routine so well learned it’s not even given a second thought anymore. You know how to make him tick. The way he groans when you press pretty kisses down his collarbones and the way his hips roll when you drag the pink of your tongue over his pebbled nipples.

His hand clutches in your hair, keeping you in that position, encouraging you to pay a little extra attention to his nipples for a change. It’s not often that he wants too much focus on his chest, but he’s so turned on that even the slightest touch is making him go feral. 

“Shit,” he hisses when your teeth gently press down around his nipple before you suck it ever so gently. “You’re so fuckin’ good at that.”

He’s never cared for it before. In all honestly, he actively didn’t like it when previous partners did it. There’s something about you that subverts all his desires. You’ve changed him. Altered his understanding of his body. Opened him up to so much more than he’d ever considered before.

Still, you’ve got an agenda, and unfortunately for him, it doesn’t involve his chest. He lets you move down, one hand lazily hanging by your head, the other resting over his chest. His thumb strokes over his pebbled nipple, still wet from your tongue, the pleasure of your touch sending him into a state of ecstasy.

Your body shuffles down, and you both reposition yourselves. No longer are you straddling, but rather you’re between his legs. His thighs are dappled in kisses from you, before your palms rest flat to his inner thighs, spreading him just right.

Alternating between slow kisses and languid drags of your tongue, you teeter ever so close to his thick, solid cock, but never quite touch it. Every time you get close, he whines, cock twitching.

There’s a satisfaction to be found in the way his body responds to your touch. His desperation is painful. Visceral. All he wants is you. 

And because you can’t bear to see him in pain (whether or not because he’s so turned on he might just die), you concede. Give him what he wants. 

Hands on his thighs, you let a little spit pool on your tongue before slowly dragging the tip of your tongue up his shaft.

“Fucking hell,” he curses, writhing from the contact.

You smile, and the lightness of your breath against the wet streak of your tongue makes him shiver. 

The tip of his cock is already leaky with precum, his eagerness to be inside you so pathetically obvious. You avoid it, instead opting to repeat your previous moves. Slowly, you lick up his fat length, tongue flat as can be. You want him to feel as much of you as he can. Want him whining— begging —for your pussy.

If the precum seeping from his tip is a sign of desperation, then heaven only knows what the fuckin’ mess between your legs is. Every stroke of your tongue against him only serves to make you want him just as badly as he wants you.

Your hand reaches to wrap around his shaft, gently stroking his foreskin. Your tongue flicks against the base of his tip, right where you know he’s the most sensitive. 

It’s no surprise when his grip on your ponytail tightens. 

But it is a surprise when he lets go. 

“Hm?” You chirp, looking up, just to make sure he’s all good.

He is—he just isn’t looking at you to confirm it. Instead, his upper body twists ever so slightly as he reaches for his bedside drawer. 

You know it’s got a host of indecent artifacts—his sex toys, condoms, polaroids of you that are for his eyes only—but don’t give it much thought. Figure maybe he’s after a condom to make himself last longer, until you feel him tapping at your shoulder with the side of a small plastic bottle. 

He doesn’t say anything. 

Not immediately, at least. 

What he wants is something he can’t really bring himself to ask for. Hopes that you’ll work it out for yourself. 

As you take the bottle from him, a small chirp echoes from your throat, as if you’re asking for clarification. Again, Jeongguk hopes you’ll work it out. That he won’t have to shamelessly tell you what he desperately wants, cock twitching and leaking precum on his stomach.

The way you pause as you study the bottle, trying to read the text in the dim light of Jeongguk’s room, only adds to his apprehension—until he hears a soft smile exhaling from your lips when you realise exactly what it is: lube .

Never usually required, thanks to the fact Jeongguk makes you resemble a waterfall from just a look in your direction, you know the lube isn’t for you. It’s for him. 

And given the state of conversations around sex over the past week or so, you know what he’s asking for.

After all, he’s the one who wrote that damn airplane in the first place. Told you straight up that he liked ass play way back in the days of the sticky notes (some of which remain on his wall, yet to be conquered).

His drawer only really has his things in it, though. You’ve not got any of your toys at his place. This is a preliminary. A follow-up, almost, to the night spent in the Min’s garden, doing things that probably scared a few dozen nocturnal animals.

“Yeah?” You encourage, lips pressing to his upper thigh. His body adjusts ever so slightly, as if he’s shy. Your hand wraps around his shaft, slowly rolling his foreskin up and down his length in just the right way to get his hands gripping his sheets. 

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” he rasps through the pleasure of having you touch him. “Just want you to do it.”

“Talk about what?” You tease, ‘cause there’s no way he’ll actually enjoy what he’s asking for if he keeps being this uptight about it all. Relaxation is key.

“B,” he groans, this time out of frustration—and so you know you need to be the one to take the lead.

It just doesn’t feel right to take the lead, knowing he’s a little bit tense. You’ve always been so clear and consistent with each other when it comes to consent, and while you know what he wants, you wanna hear him say it first. 

So you leave the bottle of lube next to his thigh and clamber up his body. Legs straddling his waist, you’re pleased that his hands come to stroke your thighs without a second thought. Conversely, your hands softly hold his cheeks, bringing him in for half a dozen pretty little kisses.

“Words are important. I’m not gonna be crude about it,” you tell him, ‘cause it makes a change to the way you joke around with one another. “I just love you, and I want to make you feel good.”

Jeongguks nose nudges back up against yours, as if to plead for more kisses (of which you give him, willingly).

“I love you more,” he argues into your lips, earning a giggle from you that somehow melts all of his worries away. 

“Chess is always an option,” you remind him, but he shakes his head.

“Just… Fucking hell,” he groans as if it’s some sort of laborious task he really can’t be bothered to see through, which couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s just embarrassed. It’s all rather cute. Or at least it is until he continues. “Just finger my ass.” 

He bashfully half whimpers, half laughs, and then adds a pouty, “Please.”

A smile sinks into your lips, and the way he seems almost shy makes your tummy feel all funny. He’s disastrously cute like this. 

“I’ll make you feel so good,” you promise, lips brushing against his ear.

He nods. Knows you will. Lets his hands stroke up and down your back, bringing them around to cup your boobs. Squeezes. Smiles. Can’t resist himself when he questions, “Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” You nod, pulling back to sit upright just for his viewing pleasure. His hands are still holding your tits, gently caressing. He’ll never not love the sight of this. Of you. Of the way you respond to his touch. 

“C’mere,” he grunts, pulling you back down, ‘cause he can’t let you go just yet. Your hands grip onto his bedframe as his lips eagerly latch onto one of your nipples. One of your hands drops to tangle in his smooth hair, a pretty little moan escaping your lips.

He takes it as a sign he’s doing something right. Switches up his sucking motion to flick his tongue against your hardened bud. Get you moaning all over again, the position of your legs spread over his waist, letting him know just how pleased you are to have him like this.

And while Jeongguk might have been asking you for favours, all he can think about is returning them.

Tapping on your ass, he’s a little breathless as he lets go of his latch on your nipple, and husks, “Up, baby. On my face. You before me.”

“Hm?” you languidly hum—not because you don’t know what he means, but because it goes against what he was asking for just minutes earlier.

Still, Jeongguk doesn’t care to explain his thought process (mainly because he doesn’t have one (he just likes having you in his mouth in any and all capacities)). Instead, he just continues tapping your ass until you get the message.

“You’re so impatient,” you lightly scold him while you do as he requests, but barely have time to position yourself before his arms are hooking over your legs, pulling your pussy to his mouth. “Oh fuck.”

He wastes no time suctioning his lips around your clit. He doesn’t care to be quiet about it. Eats you like it’s his last fuckin’ supper. Laps up against you. 

It’s not just his tongue, though. It’s like he wants his whole fuckin’ face in your cunt. His nose rubs up against your clit, while his tongue greedily licks your entrance. There’s no such thing as perfect, but the way he’s proportioned is as close as it gets, you think. Your hips grind, a hand tangled in his hair, the way you both move entirely primal. 

Hands squeezing at your ass, he encourages your movements. Wants you all over his face. Loves nothing more than being coated in you. 

His tongue begins to focus now, though. He positions himself just right. Flicks against your clit at such a speed it’s hard to comprehend—and then he’s moaning. Vibrating against you. Delivering a sensation that could never be replicated.

“I’m close,” you rasp. Whine. Moan. “Don’t wanna cum. Not yet.”

And while he wants you to, Jeongguk knows why. Knows you wanna fuck him. Knows you wanna cum around his cock instead of on his face. Multiple orgasms have never been an issue, but it is late. You do need a somewhat early night. 

He nods, easing up his tongue, slowly sucking on your clit. The movements of his head as he sucks only serve to make you feel like you might cum regardless, so you shakily (and regretfully) pull away. 

When you reposition yourself, he pulls you against his lips for the messiest, most obscene kiss possible. It’s all tongue, and little else. The taste of your cunt. The sweetness of his whines. The filth of how much he loves sinning with you. 

There's nobody else he could be like this with. Only you. Only ever you.

Straddled over his hips, you grind gently, his thick cock perfectly snug between your lips. Wet and swollen, they feel like silk against him. Jeongguk knows, given the chance, that he’d be able to cum like this. Easy.

That’s not what he wants, though, so you retrace your steps. Sink back down. Don’t fuck around this time. Instead, you take him in your mouth without hesitation. Return the favour he’s just bestowed upon you.

Head bobbing up and down his fat length, your hand wraps around the base of his cock. Pulling back, you spit against him, using your hand to spread it, gaining momentum. Loose with your grip, you focus on the tip of his sensitive cock, jerking him until he’s whining. Whimpering.

And then, you let your tongue stroke against his balls. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whines, his hips pulsing beneath you.

It’s all the approval you need for your hand to get a little tighter, and for your lips to take one of his balls in your mouth. It’s a sensation Jeongguk fuckin’ loves, if done right—and of course, you know how to do it perfectly for him. 

You take his ecstasy as a chance to move things along. Know he’s feeling good. Know he wants more. 

Pulling back, you sit on your heels. Neither of you speak, but Jeongguk does slowly nod when he sees you reaching for the bottle of lube next to his body. Trepidation hangs in the air. This territory is uncharted, and it’s been a little while since you last ventured so far south—but you’ve got a roadmap. Know the way. Even if you didn’t, you like to think intuition would guide you, regardless.

Warming it a little bit in your hands, you’re slow. Cautious. Careful, knowing that he’s probably feeling a little more vulnerable than usual.

Hands slick with the gel, you wrap a palm around his shaft. Ease him into the feeling. It’s not like it’s a new sensation, but the pair of you rarely ever use lube. You’re always wet enough. He nods. Lets his eyes close as your other hand gently massages against his balls.

A little further south, you venture. He’s not a stranger to your tongue against his taint, but your fingers are less frequent. He's not as well acquainted with the sensation, but he likes it. Legs spreading a little further, Jeongguk makes himself available for you. 

Smiling at just how cute he looks, you’re a curious mix of enamoured and outrageously turned on. Just like nobody could ever make him feel the way you do, nobody could ever make you feel the way he does. 

“You’re so hot,” you tell him, gently wanking his cock as two of your fingers stroke up and down his taint. You apply a little more pressure. Replace his bashful smile with a wanting gasp.

Slick with lube, you let your middle finger go lower. Slowly, you press against his rim. Watch him closely as his brows furrow. There’s that look of desperation once more, and the assurance that yes, he wants this. Wants you. 

You count in your head. 1, 2, 3… make sure he doesn’t stop moving his hips. If anything, he’s edging himself down. Encouraging you to apply more pressure. 

And so you do. Slowly, eyes trained on his pretty, pathetic face, you push your middle finger against his tight hole, until the muscle eases.

“Fuck,” he whimpers, the penetration of a single finger overwhelmingly pleasurable for him. His eyes flicker open, landing on yours as your finger begins to curl ever so gently. Just a little. Just enough.

Chest heaving, Jeongguk looks beautiful in a way that’s hard to put into words—and when you slowly pull out, he looks ruined in a way that’s also hard to comprehend.

His lips hang slack, chest heaving as his eyes burn into you like the heat of a thousand stars. Face dewy with sweat, hair sticks to his forehead, the storminess of his gaze quickly triggers a whirlpool within your stomach. There’s a neediness to him as he swallows back a breath, lips coming together so that he can lick them, before his pout forms that pretty little o-shape once more.

Breathless as he speaks, Jeongguk rasps, “Again.”

The corner of your lips twitch into a smirk. “Yeah, babe?”

“Yeah,” he pathetically nods, fucked out but somehow still painfully desperate for more. Of course he is, though. It’s you. No one gets him like this. No one ever will. His brows furrow together, his tongue flicking against the silver hoops in the corner of his mouth, as his eyes drop to his pathetically weeping cock. He’s so hard. So keen. So needy—and what he needs right now is you. “Please, B. More.”

You tease against his entrance, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. It’s like a reward, to hear him like this. As if you’ve done something truly remarkable.

Your other hand wraps around the base of his cock, adding to the electricity surging through him. He reaches down. Wraps his hand around yours. Encourages you. Wants more. Needs more. And so you give him more.

Finger pushing into his tight entrance, you’re slow. Painfully so, though you aren’t causing any actual pain. Jeongguk just wants you to hit that spot. 

“Yeah?” You check in.

Breathless, nodding his head even though his eyes are closed, he says, “Yeah.”

Your finger curls. Strokes. Searches. Finds.

And Jeongguk moans in a way you don’t think you’ve ever heard before. It’s a whimper, almost. A plea. Or rather, a confession, maybe.

Your hands work in tandem, your finger stroking right against the spot that makes him whine, while your other hand strokes him in tempo. He’s stimulated in a way he isn’t used to. In a way he never really thought was possible. 

There’s a vulnerability that comes with penetration. Far easier to fuck someone than it is to get fucked.

When he looks down towards you, it's like looking through a telescope; galaxies in his big brown eyes. Wide and wanting, he'll give you all the stars in his eyes, no questions asked, no fee charged.

It’s when your head dips to press wet kisses against his taint that his whines really begin to get desperate. Has always loved your mouth. Loves it when it does things it shouldn’t. 

A girl like you shouldn’t have your nose pressed to a ballsack or her tongue mere millimetres away from an asshole, but the way you focus on delivering him pleasure would suggest otherwise. You’re made for this. Made for him. 

It’s when you whine, though, obsessed with his body's response to you, that he really begins to get twitchy. His hips pulse ever so gently, encouraging the movements of both hands.

“Yeah?” you breathlessly whisper, smirking at how a man so strong is just absolute putty in your hands. “You fucking yourself with my hands, huh?”

Jeongguk is beyond the point of pride. Has no need for dignity. Just wants to feel good.

“Yeah,” he admits between desperate breaths. “Gonna make me cum so fuckin’ hard.” 

Everything is moving in the same chaotic rhythm: his chest, his beating heart, his pulsing hips. Jeongguk’s cock is twitching, the sensation of you massaging his prostate taking him closer and closer to the point of release. He isn’t gonna last, and you don't want him to. 

Your hand grips even tighter around the base of his cock, the stimulation impossible to fight against. There’s only so much he can take.

“B,” he whines. “Oh, fuck.”

“Cum for me,” you tell him, not even caring for your lost orgasm from earlier. He can make it up to you later. You keep the pace of your finger consistent, but wank him off faster. He whimpers and he writhes, but he doesn’t ease up. “C’mon, baby. Show me how good I make you feel, yeah?”

If there’s one thing that drives him wild, it’s when you call him sweet little names. 

“Please, baby,” you beg, because you know just the right buttons to press. His hands grip his bed sheets, eyes struggling to stay open. He’s seconds away from death, or so it feels. A little death, at least. His legs begin to twitch. The onslaught of what is about to happen is unmistakable. “That’s it, baby,” you coo. “Show me how good it feels.”

“B,” he tries to speak, but can’t. All he can do it succumb to the pleasure. Whine. Mewl. Moan.

And then it’s happening; the evidence of how fucking good you are for him painting his abdomen. His cock is pathetic as it spurts ropes of thick, hot cum onto his belly. White and wet, it’s never-ending. He cums and he cums; gasps and gasps. 

It’s not until he begins to twitch, chest heaving, cock spent, that you withdraw from him. Immediately, you gently begin to trail your tongue across his hard abs, cleaning up the evidence of how much he likes having you in his ass. You're keeping his secrets. Promising you'll never tell a soul.

“Shit,” he curses, all breathless and fucked out, one arm over his chest, while his other hand reaches down to stroke the side of your head. “Fuck.”

Giggling now, you clamber up to join him, and Jeongguk cares not for the fact your cum is still on your tongue. In fact, he deliberately stokes his against yours, swapping the evidence of his pleasure between you both. Moaning into your lips, he’s spent in a way he never has been before. 

“God, I love you,” he whines into your mouth. Gets needy all over again. “You know that, huh? You know how much I love you?”

With a bashful nod, you find yourself giggling. “You know I know.”

“Good,” he nods, pulling away to face the ceiling, eyes closed, trying to get a little breath back. You snuggle into him, all rather sweetly considering what you’ve just done. “‘Cause I do. And I mean it. You’re literally, like, the love of my life.”

“Who knew all it would take was a little ass play to get your saying such soppy shit,” you tease him, pressing a kiss against his chest. “Should have done this months ago.”

He laughs now, too. “Just cause I didn’t say it back then doesn’t mean I didn’t think it.”

The pair of you descend into a comfortable warmth, giggling and joking, until you get up to wash yourself up a little. Jeongguk protests. Says he needs to return the favour—but ultimately agrees to wait until the morning. 

“Need to sleep at some point, babe,” you tell him as you both meander to the bathroom. Jeongguk makes a mental note to get a place with an en-suite when he moves out. In a pair of boxers, he watches you fondly as you wash your hands in the bathroom sink, all love drunk and bleary-eyed.

You’re in one of his shirts, and it drapes over your body in a way that it would never drape over him. He likes it better on you. In fact, he likes most things in his life better with the addition of you.  Thinks life would be impossible, if he were ever to lose you. 

“I think I’d die, yanno,” he mindlessly says, watching you plait your hair to stop it from tangling in the night. “If we ever broke up or weren’t together, I’d think I’d just die.”

You laugh, because it’s absurd. Both the concept of dying of a broken heart, and the idea that you would ever break up. 

“Don’t speak it into existence, then,” you tease. “It’s a full moon, Gguk. Can’t be manifesting things like that on a night like this.”

“I’m not,” he assures you, because if anything, he’s trying to do the opposite. Not once does he think to tell you that the full moon has nothing to do with it, or some other belittling remark about believing in the stars, like you know most guys would. Why would he though? A star is the closest thing he knows to religion, and he’s looking at it right now.

“Well, good,” you hum, turning to face him, hair now secure. “Let's just agree to not break up, and that way you won’t die.”

“Sounds good,” he sleepily smiles, tugging on your hand, guiding you back to his bedroom. 

It’s a ridiculous conversation for a ridiculous concept. 

Or at least, in the warmth of lust-drunk night, it is.

In the cold light of day, stark and sterile, everything has the potential to change. 

After all, bad decisions are your forte, are they not?

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Dishwasher

Summary: While it isn’t the first time you’ve made dinner for all of your boyfriend’s members. It’s the first Christmas dinner Changgu and you have made for them in your new house.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 4,289

Changgu (Yeo One) X Reader

[Features! The rest of OT9]

Requested: not to be that person who requests twice (pls feel free to prioritize other requests!!) but maybe 6. for Changgu? 👀 You know, in celebration of someone becoming someone's ult 👀

Prompt: 6. Cooking Christmas dinner together for your friends

[A.n: Pls don’t worry about requesting 2x- I love double/multiple requests~ And also I just do the request in the order I get them unless I have to skip to not have the same member in a row. I’d say I don’t know how this fic got to 4k but uh see above point ^ (I named it dishwasher and hopefully you’ll understand the significance)]

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It was finally your turn to make Christmas dinner for your big friend group, “You sure this is going to feed eight other people?” He nods, “Yeah, I’m sure. If not, there is always the restaurant down the road.” “Ggu!” He laughs, “I’m just teasing, I promise. We got this!” You shake your head, “I know. I guess I’m just a little worried.” He grabs your hand, “It’s going to be okay. I promise. We make a great team. Our food will be even better.” You search his eyes, and he squeezes your hand, and all you find is reassurance. You interlock your fingers, “Okay.” He nods and pulls your hand to push the cart with his to the checkout lanes. You finish up and shove the groceries in his car. You return the cart and see him waiting for you to get in. He opens the door from the inside, the heat pouring out from the vents, and you hop in. 

“We’ll let the ham defrost overnight in cold water, and then we’ll be all set.” He agrees as you both put the groceries away. He finds the pre-packaged cookies and goes, “Want one?” You ask, “Shouldn’t we wait for our guests?” He shrugs as you come over, waiting for him to open the box. “Maybe.” You both grab one and eat it, “Yeah, this is way easier than making them.” You both resist eating another to save them for tomorrow's guests. You set them on a platter and the cake you bought onto a cake stand.

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You wake up to Changgu ruffling the covers to get out of bed. You look at him with half-opened eyes, “Is it time?” You watch him shake his head no. He comes over, kisses your forehead, and tells you, “I was just going to make us some coffee before we started cooking.” You hum, opening your eyes, “Let’s do that together.” He smiles as he waits for you to roll out of bed. You slip on your slippers, and with a yawn, you follow him into the kitchen. He fills a kettle with water before putting it on the burner and turning it on. You grab your mugs and set them on the counter, and he finishes making the coffee. You lean against the counter, still trying to wake up as you sip your first bit of coffee, “Warm…” He hums before he takes a sip of his and shares the same sentiment. 

You start, “So, the ham.” You both look over at it, hoping it’d grow legs dress itself for the occasion and throw itself into the oven. He laughs before you both sigh, “Shinwon was not kidding when he said, ‘Good luck next year’. After they both made that dinner…” You shake your head and agree, “This is going to be a lot of work…” After setting your coffee down on the counter, you look for a piece of paper and a pen. “How do we want to go about this?” “Well, we cleaned the roasting pan two days ago, so all we have to do is line it with foil.” You write: ‘Foil the pan, make sure the ham is defrosted. Bag the ham, and then dress it with pineapples and cherries.’ You ask, “Did we get 7up?” He nods, “Yeah, I put it in the cart last minute. We almost forgot it.” You sigh in relief as you write the 7up part and add brown sugar to the list of things going on with the ham. 

You list the things you bought, and he goes, “Peel and chop the potatoes?” you write that down, “Are we making sweet potatoes?” He nods, and you take another sip of coffee before writing that. “Corn, green beans?” Changgu softly reminds you about the ‘peas’. And you finish that bit, “Oh, bread, which kind?” He goes, “Biscuits and croissants?” “Perfect.” “Am I missing anything else?” You both think for a minute before you go, “Oh, cranberry sauce, the most important part!” He laughs, “For you, dear.” You roll your eyes, “You love it just as much as me.” He shakes his head, “No, not as much as I love you.” You roll your eyes, “I love you more than I love cranberry sauce.” He gasps, “I’m honored.” You shake your head as you smile at him.

You finish your coffee while looking out at the snow. Watching it gently coming down. “I’m glad this time it’s not a snowstorm.” He laughs, “It was a nightmare getting to Hongseok’s house that year!” You laugh even harder, “We don’t even live more than a street away from him!” You two cackle before catching your breath. He adds, “At least we have snow this year, though!” You shake your head, “We even have photos of Hoetaek pouting about it!” You both giggle before catching your breath. You put your two mugs in your new dishwasher. You grin, “I can’t wait for this thing to have its first big holiday.” He smiles in excitement, “It’s going to do the work of ten men!” You both laugh before washing your hands away from the ham and start working on preparing it. 

Thankfully, it thawed, and everything went swimmingly even putting the brown sugar and 7up on it was easy. You open the pineapples as Changgu digs for the toothpicks, “Didn’t we buy a pack?” “Yeah, I think they’re up in the cabinet by the other knife set we don’t use.” He hums and says a little ‘aha!’ when he finds them there. You separate the pineapples from the ones you’re using for the ham and the two for the two of you. After you finish sticking the pineapples in with toothpicks, he sticks the cherries in the center. When he pins the last one, and you both have washed your hands and put the ham into the oven, “One pineapple for you, one for me?” 

He pulls out a maraschino cherry for both of you to eat, and you happily eat the unused toppings before cleaning your hands again. You sigh, “Those were so good.” He agrees, hands you a towel to dry your hands with, and says, “What’s next?” You look back at the list and go, “The potatoes.” He nods and gets them out, and you ask, “How many potatoes do you think Shinwon can eat alone?” He laughs, “Probably the whole bag.” You shrug, “Guess that’s how much we’re doing so everyone can have at least a bite.” He agrees, and you get out your peeler and the chopping board while he fills a bowl with water.

You shave them as he patiently waits to chop them up. He cuts the last potatoes up and puts them back in the bowl. You drain them and transfer half to a pot of water. As you do, he says, “I’ll start shaving the sweet potatoes.” You agree and put the soup mix into the cleaned bowl before pouring the other half of the potatoes in and combining them. You flip them onto a foiled pan and wash off your hands. You come back over to see him sharpening a knife, “Having a hard time with the sweet potatoes?” He nods, and you smile, “It’s more about the pressure and force than the sharpness.” He hums, “But it’d help.” He cleans it off before he returns with more vigor to chop them into small pieces. 

He lets out a yell as he smacks it, and you giggle as you watch him, “You want me to do it?” He pouts, “But I have more muscle than you. This should be easy…” You smile as you tell him, “Watch this.” You scoot him away, and with the knife still lodged into the sweet potato, you lift it and slam it back onto the board. And it separates into two, “Didn’t you ever watch your mom make them?” He shakes his head, “No, she always makes the ones you just gotta poke and put in the oven with foil on them.” You nod, “Those are so good! Do you want to save two so we can have that tomorrow?” He grins, “Oh heck yeah!” He saves two and puts them in the pantry while you finish chopping up the first one. He gets the hang of it on the second one, “Isn’t there a less noisy way?” You shake your head, “Not that I’ve ever figured out.” He shrugs and continues while you make the brown sugar mix for them, “I’m excited for these.” He hums, “Me too.” 

You do the same with sweet potatoes, draining them before mixing them and putting them onto another foiled pan. You set them out and clean off your hands. As you dry off your hands, Changgu checks the oven, “Ohh, look!” You look, “Still there.” He shakes his head, “No, it’s starting to look more cooked.” You laugh, “I know.” You pull back, and he says, “And we still have three hours and twenty minutes to get it all done. I say that calls for a break.” You agree, and you both head into the living room and kick back on the couch together. “What kind of Christmas special do you wanna watch?” You hum, “What about a hallmark movie?” He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “Preferably something that doesn’t make me cry today.” You nod, “Okay, the Charlie Brown special before we head back and make the rest?” He agrees, and you put your legs over his lap while he puts his legs on the ottoman. He puts his arm around your back, and you watch the Peanuts. 

When the movie ends, you both get changed into your dinner clothes before heading into the kitchen. You look at the list when it hits you, “Oh, we almost forgot to add a butter stick tray for everyone!” He nods, quickly pulls out the butter, and puts it on the designated dish. “Done and done!” You grin and grab the canned corn, peas, and green beans. You open them up while he gets the pots out. You fill all three up as he works on making two foiled pans for biscuits and croissants. You both work on rolling up the crescent and making them nicely shaped before putting the other premade biscuits onto a pan to bake. “Do you want to open the cranberry sauce now or later?” He hums, “Probably later, so it stays cooler.” You agree and look over at the timer on the ham, “Two hours and fifteen minutes…” He sighs, “Looks like it’s making the table time.” 

You nod and stand on either side of your small kitchen table, “On the count of three, I’ll pull my end. You’ll pull yours.” You nod, and he counts, “Okay, and one, two, three!” You both pull out the table to make it longer to fit ten people. After pulling it out, you huff, “I’m glad our table expands twice.” He sighs, “Me too.” You pick up one side of the leaf while he picks up the other before setting it in and doing the same with the next. 

When it’s all clicked in and properly fitted, he goes, “Alright, tablecloth next?” You nod, and he gets it from the cabinet, “The pretty green one?” He nods and pulls the one that has mistletoe berries lining the edges. You both cover the table before getting the dishes out. You hand them over to him, and he sets them out while you grab the knives, “Do the knives go on the right side or the left?” He goes, “Wherever you want them.” You laugh as you put it on the left side before lining the left with other utensils. He asks, “Napkin towels and paper ones?” You agree, and he gets out two napkin holders and puts one on each side. You fill them with paper napkins while he gets the towels and puts them in front of the plates.

“If we don’t get the 1865 wine out, Hyunggu will be whiny.” You laugh, “I don’t think he’ll whine, but he will pout.” He laughs as he agrees, and you open a bottle for him, letting it aerate, “What do you say after thirty minutes,... We have our glass?” He smiles, “I’d like that.” You nod, and you get an assortment of glasses for each person. You finish up before looking over the table. You feel him come over beside you and wrap his arm around your waist, “Look at us. We’re doing a nice job so far.” You look at him and say, “Don’t jinx it.” He laughs, “Not intending to!” He knocks on the table regardless as you both lean against each other. “But you’re right, it looks nice.” 

You smile and wrap your arm around his waist, “Who do you think will arrive first?” He hums, “Probably Hoetaek and whoever he’s bringing, he got that whole integrity saying about five minutes early is on time.” You laugh as you agree, “And who’s last?” He hums, “It’s a tie, depending on who’s driving.” You wait for him to continue, and he says, “If Wooseok is driving, they’re going to be like ten minutes late, but if it’s anyone else, I’d say they’d be right about time.” “Why’s that?” “Wooseok is very careful.” 

You laugh, “I believe it. But you're the only one I trust to drive me around whenever I don't want to drive.” “Baby, you’re so cute.” You laugh, “I’m telling the truth. I get to be the relaxed passenger. And I don’t even have to be the GPS. Cause you know where you’re going.” He laughs, “Yeah, I like having you as my passenger. You make all of my worries go away. Not even someone who drives fifteen under can make me mad with you by my side.” “Are you sure? Following that tractor for like two miles about killed you.” He groans, “Don't Remind me.” And you move from your relaxed position, getting close to his lips, “Don’t worry, it irritated me too.” You pull him in for a kiss, and when you pull away, you ask, “Better?” He sighs, “Always.”

The ham comes out about an hour later, and you pop the beefy onion and sweet potatoes into the oven. And turn the flame under the potatoes on the stove on as the doorbell rings, “I got it, baby.” You nod, and he kisses your cheek before heading over. And as he had predicted, Hoetaek was five minutes early with Shinwon and Jinho. Jinho asks, “What’s cooking?” You smile, “Potatoes.” You hear a gasp, and Changgu says, “You’ll have to wait until it’s on the table.” You hear the pout in Shinwon’s voice as he says, “Okay…” The four of you laugh as he answers. Changgu comes over and joins you. You turn the burners underneath the canned veggie pots on while he cuts open the bag. Hoetaek asks, “Do you guys want any help? Or?” You look at Changgu and shake your head, “No, we got it here.” The doorbell rings, “However, if you could get that.” He smiles, “Sure.” 

You hear four more voices and shoes hitting the floor as you stir the potatoes around. You both turn and look as they come to the table and find their spots. Changgu asks, “Where’s Wooseok?” Yanan goes, “He was asleep last time I checked.” And before you can look at Changgu like, ‘Do we need to get him?’ the doorbell rings. You both sigh in relief as Yuto gets the door, “Sorry, I wanted five more minutes of rest!” Hoetaek chides, “You need to leave your studio sooner so you can be on time!” He whines, and you don’t hear the rest as the potatoes boil. And you mash them with butter and milk. 

You put them into a serving bowl as Changgu transfers the ham onto a platter before bringing it to the table. He brings everything to the table as you pour them into bowls and place serving spoons in each. The bell rings again, and you both pull out the pans of potatoes and place them onto platters before he sets them down in front of them. You open a can of cranberry sauce before bringing that over, too.

Changgu puts the bread into the oven before you both sit down. He sits in front of the ham, and you sit beside him as he looks at everyone. He cheers, “Alright, who’s ready to eat?” You all cheer back, “I am!” And he happily serves it to everyone, ensuring everyone has a big piece before serving his last. “Let’s dig in!” Before you can get up, he goes, “I got it, honey.” You smile, and he gets up, turns off the oven, and puts the freshly done bread into two separate baskets. He returns, “Croissants on which side?” Hyunggu and Hongseok cheer for them the loudest, and he places them down in front of them while your side gets the biscuits. 

With all the food out, the conversations only get louder, especially, with Changgu turning on the Bluetooth speakers to play soft Christmas music to set the mood. You gasp, “No way!” as Hyunggu talks about the Christmas play he saw, “Yeah, way! The lights started shining and out popped another new Santa Claus. This musical just kept getting more hysterical as they did it!” You all laugh at Hyunggu's stories, and Yanan talks about the Christmas lights he went and visited. Wooseok goes, “Do you guys remember when we performed in Daegu?” They all hum, and you nod, having seen their performances rather than being there, “It was so cold, but it was perfect like tonight.” You smile and thank him, and everyone agrees.

As everyone finishes their last plate, everyone talks about the plans they’ve made and gifts they’ve gotten for their families. And when there’s a lull of silence, you ask, “Who’s ready for dessert?” They all cheer, “I am!” And you happily get up, grabbing the platter of cookies, and Changgu comes in, getting the cake from the fridge. As you come back, Yuto asks, “What kind?” You smile, “We got a big assortment of cookies, including chocolate chip, plus chocolate cake!” You hear Changgu rustle in the fridge as he yells, “Oh, don’t forget the fruitcake!” And everyone lets out, “Really!?” And he turns around with the cake stand and goes, “Nah, just kidding.” You both laugh as you gesture for them to follow you, “Let’s have dessert in the living room.” 

Everyone follows the two of you, pushing in their chairs as they sprawl out onto the couches and chairs. You set the platter of cookies down and head back and get everyone some napkins and plates. Everyone picks out their favorite cookies and serves themselves a piece of cake. And you sit on the arm of the couch and lean against Changgu, who is happily chatting about his recent concert, “I know, I was there!” You laugh, “Hey, but we weren’t!” Yanan protests softly, and you encourage him to go on, which he happily does and would have, anyway. You finish your slice of cake and set your empty plate on the side table beside you, which leads to everyone putting their plate on top of yours. 

Hongseok goes, “We can help you clean up if you like.” You both shake your head, “No, you’re our guests tonight.” They nod, and you continue, “We just got a new dishwasher, so we want to make the most of it.” They all laugh, and Hongseok tells you, “That makes sense.” Changgu goes, “Do we look like new dishwasher owners?” He nods, “Yeah.” You laugh, “I guess we have it stamped on our foreheads.” “Yeah, basically.” And Yanan goes, “Yeah, you wouldn’t believe how excited he was about buying your first appliance together.” You laugh, “Really?” You watch as Changgu’s cheeks turn more and more red, “Yeah, he called all of us up telling us all about it.” You grin and tell them, “I told all my friends, too.” You look over at Changgu with a big smile, “We’re all getting old.” He grins and grabs your hand, “You age like fine wine.” You roll your eyes before pulling his hand up and kissing it. You smile at him, “So do you.” 

As the night becomes darker and the time grows later, you let out a yawn. And so does Changgu, which makes Hui look at his clock, “I’d hate to be making us leave first, but I have a schedule in the morning.” You all whine, “The day after Christmas?” He shrugs, “Well, I’m preparing for my album...” You nod, and Shinwon and Jinho get up, too. You follow them to the door as they gather their things. Jinho is the first to thank you both for the meal. And you tell him it was fun having him and the rest of the members over. Changgu opens his arms, which Jinho reluctantly accepts before accepting your hug too. 

Shinwon follows, hugging you both and telling you, “See, I told you it wasn’t going to be too hard.” You both roll your eyes at him, and Changgu tells him, “Yeah, you were right, but I’m glad it’s Yanan’s turn next year.” Shinwon laughs, “I was glad to pass the torch on to you guys.” You shake your head, “Take care of yourself.” He nods, “I will.” Hoetaek grabs one of your hands and one of Changgu’s. “You guys did so wonderfully. It was such a good dinner.” You grin and thank him, and he says, “No, seriously, you guys did an excellent job.” He brings you both in for a hug at the same time. He lets go of your hands before telling you guys to take care. You bid the three of them goodbye and wish them a Merry Christmas before watching them leave. 

You return to the living room, where Yuto talks about his latest solo projects. And you all listen intently, as he does as it grows later. Hongseok gathers him, Yanan, and Hyunggu. Hongseok gingerly tells you both goodbye, giving you both a strong hug after telling you what he liked most. Hyunggu smiles as he puts his hat back on, “I didn’t expect any less from you guys. It was excellent.” You nod, and he hugs you both, and you can’t help but grin. Yanan thanks you both for the delicious dinner, pulling his scarf tighter around his neck before squeezing the both of you into a hug. And Yuto smiles, “Thanks guys, that was a wonderful meal and dessert.” You smile, “It’s no problem.” He hugs you both before exiting and following the three out the door. You both realize you forgot to wish them a Merry Christmas, so you both shout it as they enter the vehicle. And they shout it right back. You both laugh as you shut the door.

You watch them drive off before settling across from the last guest. “Wooseok!” He smiles, “I know you both probably want your alone time now.” You look over at Changgu and shrug. You tell him, “We could always watch a Christmas special or something with you.” And Changgu continues, “You couldn’t bother us with your presence.” Wooseok smiles before looking at the clock, “I know, but I can always come over later in the week.” You both agree, and he gets up, “I just wanted to say goodbye last.” You laugh at that, and you all head to the door for the last time. You go, “I can’t believe they let you drive all by yourself! You best be careful!” He laughs, “I will, don’t worry.” You both nod and hug him before he leaves. He thanks you both for the delicious meal and says, “Merry Christmas.” And you both repeat it back, “Merry Christmas.” 

He exits out into the cold air. You watch him take off and leave your window. Just to turn back and see that you’re left with a mess of things to clean up. You sigh, “Glad we have that new dishwasher…” He smiles, “Did you really tell all of your friends?” You smile as you nod, and he kisses your forehead before you kiss his. He looks back at the mess ahead of him and shakes his head, “We’ll still have to clean up the rest of it, though.” You sigh even louder, “We got a lot to do.” You look around at the mess for a while longer, “You want to leave it for later?” He sighs in relief, “Oh yeah, let’s get cleaned up and go to bed.” You smile, and you both head up to the bathroom and change into your pajamas. 

After you return from the bathroom, you both collapse in your bed, “We’ll do the dishes tomorrow.” He laughs and pulls you into his arms, “Yeah, tomorrow.” You curl into his chest, “We did a good job.” “Yeah.” “I’m glad it’s over.” He hums, “Me too. Good luck to Yanan next year.” You laugh, “Yeah, good luck, Yanan.” You pull the covers over the both of you, “I love you. Good night.” “Good night, I love you more.” “Ggu…” He pouts, and you go, “I love you most.” He giggles as he says, “I love you mostest.” You roll your eyes, “I love you the most mostest.” “Nuh-uh.” “Yeah-huh.” “Nuh-uh.” “Yeah-huh. Good night, Ggu.” “Nuh-uh, I love you even more. Good night, my love.” You groan and whisper, “I love you even more than that.” Before drifting off to sleep, he says softly before falling asleep, “I love you two round trips to the moon and back, baby.”

[huihuiheart]

Kinktober D18: Love Stings - Shinwon

Pairing: Switch! Shinwon x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Biting, marking, possessive, slight exhibitionist kink? kinda sorta.

Word Count: 432 

Tag list: @hyunsungcore​

Your glare didn’t faze Shinwon in the least, the man simply smirking back at you. He chuckles and walks over, moving your shirt back where it was before you’d shifted it to hide the bite mark he’d left at the base of your neck. Raising a brow at you when you’re actions are quick to move the shirt back and hide it again. Only seeming smug and playful still as you tugged him back down to sit besides you.

“Why are you hiding the pretty mark I left behind sweetheart?” Shinwon licks his lips like it’ll hide his smirk and make him appear more innocent to you.  You knew better at this point though.

“Why did you leave a mark when you knew we had to go out today?” Your answer, words holding a bite to them. Instead of being intimidated though Shinwon simply bites his lip to, unsuccessfully, stifle his laughter. He’d been teasing you all day and while you knew he was trying to be dominant about it, it felt more like he was just downright being a brat at this point. 

“Because I wanted everyone to see that you’re mine sweetheart.” Shinwon smiles at you, gently brushing some hair out of your eyes, before gently gripping your jaw to bring you in for a kiss, “Besides the marks I leave behind are so pretty on you.” 

You heave out a sigh as you see that cocky smirk grace his features once again and that’s when you snap, standing to lean over his seated form. Your jaw clenching as you glare down at him, making his eyes widen at your sudden trying to take charge.

“Call and tell your friends we aren’t making it.” You demand and his brows knit together looking at you confused, “We have to cancel on them, because someone was a little brat and will be too busy being punished to go anywhere.”

Shinwon gulps and quickly sends a text to the group to cancel. You shaking your head and tsking softly, index finger gently tilting his chin up and leaning in closer.

“I told you to call baby, but you can’t even listen to simple instructions like that can you?” You sigh in dramatic disappointment, playing your fingers over Shinwon’s lips to silence the start of a stuttering apology, or possibly explanation you couldn’t be sure. You just knew you didn’t care to hear it at this point.

“You thought it was a fun to leave a mark on me just to show off hm? Well I guess I’ll just have to return the favor.”

[gamerwoo]

Shinwon: Where Lost Things Go

Characters: Shinwon x gender neutral reader

Genre/warnings: woodland au, fantasy, fluff, very slight angst like you gotta squint to see it

Word count: 1,443

Summary: Whenever something gets lost in the woods, it goes right to Shinwon. The only people allowed to touch his things are the animals, and his friends. So when he comes back to find you, a plain human rummaging through his things, he’s less than happy. Although, the hummingbirds and deer seem to act differently toward you, so...

a/n: all of these were inspired by the concept photos for Pentagon’s new album, and @softseventeens was the one to give me the idea and actually gave me like, half the ideas for the stories :] (idk if y’all have seen that one Halloweentown movie, but yes, this was inspired by that angry troll dude who collected everything that got misplaced)

Jinho | Hui | Hongseok | Shinwon | Changgu | Yanan | Yuto | Hyunggu | Wooseok

All you wanted was to find your sweatshirt. You’d tied it around your waist, and you didn’t realize it had fallen off during your jog until you were already off the trails and back in your car to go home. So you had to wait until the next day to go back and look for it, hoping it would be on the trail you’d jogged. But it wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

There was a small bright side to it, though: you were seeing more wildlife. More deer and even a couple hummingbirds had crossed your path, and you’d stop each time and just watch silently before you carried on looking. But after walking up the trail, back down it, and back up it again just to make sure you didn’t miss it, you sighed and rested on a large rock.

“Where is it?” you asked yourself softly.

The sweatshirt didn’t have any sentimental value or anything, you just owned it and wanted it back. It wasn’t like it belonged to a parent or friend, it wasn’t a gift from a grandparent, and it wasn’t anything expensive. It was just yours, and you wanted to find it because of that. Yeah, life would go on without it, but it was comfy and probably your most worn article of clothing.

While you were silently considering if you should just give up or not, your eyes flashed up when you saw slight movement out of the corner of your eye. There was a cute little doe that had taken a step toward you, though she was still a couple yards away from you. It was still the closest any of the animals had gotten to you today. You stayed as still as possible as she took another step. Then she turned away from you, but turned her head back as if to see if you were still there. She turned back around, and then whipped her head around as she spun around to face away from you again, taking a few steps before looking back at you once more.

You’d never seen or heard of a deer acting like this, so you stood up, assuming maybe she wanted something. You knew some animals had a concept of humans being able to help them, so maybe she needed help...?

Unbeknownst to you, she was trying to help you.

Slowly, you followed the doe as she trotted off into the forest, straying away from the path. You looked around, trying to remember your way as you followed the doe that continued to look to make sure you were following every so often.

You were led to a large tree that had a pretty impressive amount of items gathered up at the base of it. You figured your sweatshirt must be in the pile of things, and apparently, the doe was leading you to it. How did she know you needed to find something you lost...?

You felt a little odd thanking an animal, but you gave the doe a soft smile and a quiet, “thank you,” though you wished you had something to give her as a thanks.

She only blinked at you before she walked up to the pile of lost items and began pushing things around like she was looking for something, too. That was when you noticed a handful of hummingbirds were flying just above the pile of things, diving in and trying to move things around like they were even looking as well. So you got down on your knees, not caring if the dirt stained your pants. You began rummaging through the stuff, hoping you could find your sweatshirt you wanted.

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If the rest of the boys weren’t so worried about Yanan being ‘too shy’, Shinwon could’ve just stayed home. It wasn’t that he was annoyed that he had to hang out with his friends for the day while they tried to boost the awkward, tall boy’s confidence, but he was annoyed that he had to be away from his home most of the day. It was mid-afternoon when could finally go home, but his day only seemed to get worse.

If there was one thing Shinwon didn’t like: it was humans going through his stuff. Everything that was lost in the forest went to Shinwon, thus, becoming Shinwon’s. So when a human showed up and began digging around, they were basically stealing from Shinwon.

Kind of like how he found you, along with a couple deer and about five hummingbirds, going through what was gathered outside his house from the last two days.

“Hey!” he barked.

You jumped at the sudden voice, along with the animals. The hummingbirds stayed in air, still flapping their wings but no longer going toward the mess of items on the forest floor. The two deer stayed frozen, the doe just staring back at this large, angry-looking guy, and the buck on the other side of you having articles of clothing hanging from his antlers. You expected the animals to bolt at the loud noise, but they didn’t seem afraid of him.

You, on the other hand, were definitely afraid. Not only did this guy look tall and very angry, but he looked like some kind of troll that must’ve lived out here. His brown pants were rolled up at his ankles, showing off the fact he had no shoes. His brown hair stuck out messily in all directions with twigs and various leaves sprinkled in. His face had the parts of his skin you could see were covered in patches of dirt, as well.

He marched over to you, and you shrunk back into the pile of things you were just looking through. He towered over you as you basically sat in the pile, trying to hide yourself in the discarded items.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, his brows set low over his eyes. “This is my house, and that’s my stuff!”

“I-I...” you stammered, unsure how exactly to explain yourself. You didn’t think he owned all of this, but if your sweatshirt was in here...he didn’t own that. “I just... I-I wanted to find my sweatshirt...”

“But you’re--!”

He cut himself off, seeing the two deer step toward you slowly. In his rage, he hardly paid any attention to the fact that these woodland creatures that were known for being scared and skittish were helping some random human. That was definitely a big deal. But why would they like you so much? What was it about you that made them not afraid of you and want to help you?

Whatever it was, it was something Shinwon couldn’t ignore. If the animals liked you, then...that was definitely something rare and special.

He let out a deep sigh, dropping his head as he grumbled, “Fine, I’ll help you look for it. When did you lose it?”

You were surprised by the sudden change, but you replied, “Y-yesterday...”

The boy nodded slowly, lifting his head. His brown eyes were narrowed as his eyes flickered from the stuff outside the tree, to the trunk of the tree itself.

“It might be inside,” he mused before he waved for you to follow him, though he started walking before you could even get yourself on your feet -- the buck was nice enough to assist you, though. “Come on, the door is this way.”

The strange boy led you around to the back of the tree, opening a door that you couldn’t even tell was there since it was textured like the trunk. Your mouth fell open in surprise, realizing that all of this was something out of some kind of fairy tale. 

“Your little friends you made are probably hungry from helping you search,” he continued as he descended a set of uneven stairs that looked like they were made out of dirt and the roots of the tree. “I should probably feed them before we keep searching. And...I guess I can make you something, too.”

“Oh,” you were surprised he would offer, but you were still grateful he at least wasn’t scolding you anymore, “thank you, um...”

“Shinwon,” he paused on the last step to turn and look at you. His expression was neutral now. “You can call me Shinwon.”

“Shinwon,” you nodded, trying to remember the name and his face.

Then again, Shinwon didn’t seem like the type of person you could simply forget. And to Shinwon, he was sure he wasn’t going to forget you either, even after you’d found your sweatshirt and inevitably left.

The animals, though -- they knew this wouldn’t be the last time you and Shinwon crossed paths. They knew you’d come back to try to find him, and lost things in the forest always went right to Shinwon.

[pocket-scenarios]

Imagine Us - Shinwon

(Admin: Babyboiii, this is a soulmate!au not that I really need to explain that. Can I say that pocket-scenarios’s best posts are pentagon?)

You let out another frustrated sigh your friend and now known soulmate’s words still echoing in your mind: “Why would you be afraid of your soulmate falling out of love?”

The warm tears hitting against your hand aren’t because your sad, you don’t think you’re sad at least, you tell yourself they’re stress tears. You’re just confused. Finding out that your friend of years is actually the soulmate you’ve been imaginatively rambling to him for years scares you. He’s heard everything, he knows everything and now that, the soulmate you had been dreaming of is him everything is different. You know that it’s no use denying him as your soulmate.

Your soulmate was already decided before you were born, there’s no way to change it, Ko Shinwon is your soulmate and you’re his, but it’s just too hard to admit that to yourself right now. A knock comes on the other side of your door pulling you from your thoughts.

“I’m not coming in,” Shinwon’s voice travels through the door reaching your ears only slightly muffled, you feel the door move forward and you can assume he slid down the other side of it, “I could tell when I first met you,” Shinwon says softly, you move to sit against the other side of the door letting out a sigh, “I’ve known that you’re my soulmate,” Shinwon’s words are almost so quiet you don’t understand him.

“How did you know?” You inquire your voice slightly deeper than normal from your crying earlier, “our ceremony was only three days ago,” you mumble looking at your hands.

“I could just feel it?” Shinwon must have moved against the door because it hits against the latch startling you from the sudden loud sound, “do you not accept me?” It isn’t a common thing for women to not accept soulmates, but the only way for the connection to be broken is for one to die.

“It’s not that,” you admit, “I’m just,” you trail off unsure of what your next words should be, “confused,” you finally mutter dropping your head towards your lap, Shinwon lets out a sigh from the other side of the door.

“Do you trust me?” Shinwon asks in a small voice, “I don’t know what type of person you imagined being your soulmate, but can you,” he lets out a sigh cutting himself off, “can you reimagine everything you told me, with it being us?” He asks hopefully, “think about what we can be together,” his voice sounds confident but you can only imagine how scared he actually is.

“Of course I trust you,” you say softly, “I never really imagined anyone before, I just liked the idea,” your not sure of how to word your sentence because you think that Shinwon might have been the person you were imagining, “knowing that there is someone made for you, it makes you feel safe doesn’t it?” You question, Shinwon hums.

“Can I come in?” Shinwon asks in a soft voice, you hum moving away from the door still staying seated on the floor, Shinwon opens the door stepping into your room, “you’ve hidden in here for three days,” Shinwon says with a laugh smiling gently at you.

Shinwon closes the door behind him sitting on the floor in front of you. It’s weird how much changed in the past three days, Shinwon, he’s still your best friend Shinwon but being with him feels different. Before you never really took in his appearance much, but now it feels different, he feels like a different person, he feels more attractive. You try to push that thought away relaxing your shoulders and gesturing for him to sit next to you.

“Can we admit we’ve always liked each other?” Shinwon’s eyes burn into your own, his hand gripping at your knee, “don’t you want to know what it’s like?” He cocks his head to the side his eyes spinning with so many emotions, you find yourself getting trapped in them unable to pull yourself to look anywhere else.

“I’m scared,” you admit, “I always wanted to find out who my soulmate was since I was little, but now that I know it’s you,” you pause, “why am I so afraid of you not loving me?” You hesitate with each word.

“I’ve loved you for seven years,” Shinwon shifts closer to you, “should I give you more time to process everything?” He asks optimistically, “I’ll wait as long as you need,” Shinwon says and you can see the sincerity in his eyes.

You find yourself gravitating towards him until your lips are against his own. Shinwon’s lips instantly return the kiss moving gently against yours his hand hesitantly lands on your cheek holding you in place the kiss is fleeting though, it doesn’t last as long as you would like Shinwon pulling away to lock his eyes onto yours his face mear inches from your own. Shinwon’s eyes dart down to your lips one last time before he moves back further away from you.

“I need to control myself,” he says with a small laugh before letting out a sigh, “I’ll wait,” he says once more nodding his head, “as long as you need me to,” he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Will you stay here?” You rush out when he stands up, he turns to you raising an eyebrow at you, “I don’t want to be alone,” you mumble turning away from him, you pull yourself to your feet going to sit on your bed, Shinwon lets out a sigh mixed with a laugh throwing himself down onto your bed as well laying against the wall.

“You know I’ll do anything for you,” he says in a near whisper you lay down as well facing away from him, you jump slightly feeling his arms wrap loosely around your side pressing his head against the crook of your neck.

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“Rain & Hot Chocolate .”

“비와 핫 초콜릿”

A gift for @shinwonsaysomething,

Hello! I’m actually the anon that asked you for this Mood board, and here’s the oneshot!!

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You sat alone on your rather messy bed, whilst reading a book. Your eyes scanned the printed text on the paper as you hear the light raindrops hit against the roof and walls of your apartment, you were entranced by the words in the book that you didn’t notice that your apparent door clicked signaling that someone unlocked the door, the only time that you pried your eyes off the book when you hear footsteps.

You looked up to see your boyfriend, Shinwon. He smiled sweetly to you, he placed his bag on the floor as it slightly got wet, his dark brown hair was soaked a bit. You placed your bookmark and closed your book. You can’t help but to sigh at your handsome boyfriend, you went into the bathroom to fetch a towel for him.

Once you exited the bathroom you saw Shinwon looking at the cover of the book that you just read, you walked to him and handed him the white towel. Shinwon starts drying his hair and after that he looked at you with an adorable smile that you fell in love.

“Hey hun, how was your day?” Shinwon asked as he dried his hair with the fluffy white towel,

You shrugged, nothing much happened anyways. Shinwon chuckled a bit, “Alright, I’m going to get something in my bag and you?” He pointed to you as he placed the towel down and stood up, “You stay put and be pretty.” That caused your face to burn cherry red, Shinwon laughed at your reaction.

He then turned his back and the bent down and searched through his backpack, you hear shuffling and clinking in the bag as you see Shinwon’s hands search through his slightly damp backpack, finally after a few seconds of him digging through his bag you see him pull out a box of your favorite hot chocolate powder. Shinwon had a cheeky grin on his face as he shook the box.

“I bought some hot coco for us to enjoy because it’s rainy.” He laughed a bit, he saw your face that had a disappointing look.

“You shouldn’t have gone through that trouble to get hot chocolate for me Shinwon!” You said as you hit Shinwon playfully.

“H-Hey! Babe, I’d do anything to make you happy!” Shinwon said as he blocked your hits, you sighed at him and then you stopped hitting him. You place your head on his shoulder.

“Shinwon?” You asked, Shinwon hummed a response. “Why do you love me?”

There was silence in between the both of you, till Shinwon broke

It. “Cause you’re so cute and sweet.. They’re so many things that I love about you that I can’t explain each and every one of them.” He said, running his fingers through your hair.

Shinwon tapped on your shoulder, he asked you if he could stand up and make hot chocolate. You nodded and let Shinwon go to the kitchen, after a few minutes he came back with two mugs. He handed one of them to you. You smile at him, and place a small kiss on his cheek, which caused him to blush and laugh.

You two spent the rest of the day together, cuddling and reading books, with an occasional sip of hot chocolate.

[shinwonsaysomething]

Because you calm me down - Ko Shinwon

A/N: I had a very tough time the past weeks and I just needed to write. I think there will be more stories like this, because they really help me calm down. Thank you, Ko Shinwon, for being the light of my life and calming me down! 

Gif credit to: @ptggfs (sadly only the last one really worked on my phone and my laptop) Check out her amazing gifs or here quality picture account: @dailypentagonhd​ or her main: @mylittlekpopmess. She makes amazing content

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Gerne: sad, but fluff

Tears falling down your face. It took a while before it hit you. All the things that happened the past few days are just too much. You can’t handle it and break down. Crying alone at home, not knowing what to do. You text some of your closes friends. They comfort you, but still you feel lost.

I don’t know what to do are the first words that come to your mind. You cry. Feeling overwhelmed of everything in your life at the moment. The a ray of sunshine sneaks into the room from under the curtains. It lights up your tears. You look up. “I know what I need to do”, you mumble to yourself. You grab your bag and run out of the front door.

Back in the train you desperately wanted to leave just a few hours ago. Back in the bus that almost cost you to miss the train home. You run still blinded with tears. The fresh air drips your tears slowly while you are running. The sun is setting. The last bit of light follows you.

The sun is down and it is getting more dark. You run from the station to the city. You run from the coffee place you know to the building your where searching for. You run focused on the one person on your mind. You just run, until you are where you need to be. Out of breath you stop in front of the door. Then, everything stops for a second. Your heartbeat, your breathing and even your thoughts. You hesitate, but knock on the door.

It takes a while, but the door finally opens. A familiar face greets you. You feel like the sun returned. It feels like it is standing in front of you now. You feel the warmth of his smile and you start breathing again when you here the words you wanted to hear all day “Heey baby, are you okay?”. Worried eyes and open arms. You throw yourself in him and hug him tightly. Letting everything go, all the worries and tears. Your heart feels warm again. You hug speaks a thousand words. “I am glad you came” he says and hugs you back and rest his head on your shoulder and hides his face in your neck.

“Thank you”. “For what? I didn’t do anything”. “because you calm me down” you mumble in his chest. When the sun leaves you and everything turns dark, you know that the there is one source of light that will never go out.

Ko Shinwon

[zuhos-nose]

Yuto - Kinks

(Because there are not enough things written about this beautiful man in the world. And after much deliberation, I have decided that he is my bias.)

dOM (don’t deny it)

will let you top but he’s still in control

oral buddy, giving and receiving

will praise you

loves to kiss your neck

prefers missionary because he loves looking into your eyes

restraints (sometimes, he only gives it)

not into the hardcore stuff

but I wouldn’t complain if I got anything from him *wink wonk*

wants you to top occasionally

probably cause he wants a good look at the goods ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

do NOT

for the love of all things good

do NOT talk back

cause this bitch won’t hold back

but let’s get real

he’s a soft lil shit

so when he’s not pounding into you like the Hulk throwing Loki around

he’s placing soft kisses down your body

holding your hand while his other hand works at the goods ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

taking his time

loving each part of you equally

(god damnit, calm down)

after care is noice buddy

he’ll cuddle you

and be all stereotypical

but in all reality, every man falls asleep so expect his cuddles to be while he’s asleep.

Thank you and a good night

[bangchan-sonyeondan]

PTG | kinks

A/N: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, so here you go!

Hui:

switch

body worship

breath play

oral (giving and receiving)

spanking

Jinho:

switch

pet names

thigh riding

light spanking

marking (hickies, scratching)

Hongseok:

soft dom

marking (biting, hickies, etc.)

hair pulling

shower sex

orgasm control

E’Dawn:

dom

hair pulling

roleplay

oral (receiving)

light pain

Shinwon:

dom

moans

teasing

marking (hickies)

aftercare

Yeo One:

switch (leans more to dom)

oral

teasing

hair pulling

light breath play

YanAn:

switch

likes when you ride him

light spanking

moans

aftercare

Yuto:

dom

phone/skype/texts

rough sex

restraints (handcuffs)

light pain

Kino:

switch (soft dom)

strip tease

body worship

marking (biting)

toys

Wooseok:

dom

photos/videos

over stimulation (giving)

oral (receiving)

spanking

[life-ruiners]

MONOCHROMATIC | Part 3

Part 2 Part 4

Characters: OC; Pentagon (Hui, E’Dawn, Kino, Jinho, Shinwon, Yanan, YeoOne)

Genre: Mafia!AU; angst

Word count: 2.8k+

[MASTERLIST]

“I think we have something to talk about.”

*

As soon as I walked into what looked like a small conference room, I felt all of their eyes turn to me. I was directed to an empty chair and a pair of strong arms pushed my down on it, the blonde guy taking his place next to another tall and lanky boy. I looked around and noticed Hyunggu sitting right next to Hui. Both of them smiled at me briefly, the feel behind it completely different. Hui was clearly in charge there, the aura around him intimidating.

“Ah, Yejin-ah,” his gaze made me feel like prey. “It’s not good to eavesdrop, you know?”

It was more of a threat than a question, but he wouldn’t do anything in front of all these other people. Or would he? My heart dropped and I opened my mouth to say something, but before I managed to find the words, he spoke again.

“What exactly did you hear?” His expression changed into a more serious one, as if he was considering something.

My mind was running. Should I pretend I haven’t heard anything? In the end the less you know the longer you live. On the other hand they caught me red-handed, it would be risky to lie. My hands were already shaky and wet, when I started to nervously play with my fingers.

“Be honest,” said a smaller guy on my right and I remembered the voice from earlier. This must have been Jinho. “If you’re of use, your situation might be better.”

So it wasn’t a crazy joke and they actually wanted me to work for them. If I was useful of course. I hesitated for a moment, breathing shakily. I guess it was information in exchange for life and I was just desperately hoping I wasn’t wrong with my assumptions.

“I heard you talk about m-me,” I said quietly, looking at Jinho and only at him. “And Sohyun.”

“Do you know anyone like that?” his expression was soft but unreadable.

I swallowed hard and decided it was the only way to get out of this safely.

“I do.” I said. “Lee Sohyun, Minister Lee’s daughter, my sister.”

The tall guy that was sitting there quietly until now started to laugh uncontrollably and the blonde guy next to him chuckled as well.

“So you did manage to get his daughter in the end,” he breathed out between attacks of laughter.

“Shut up, Shinwon,” Hui spat not sparing him a glance.

“Doesn’t he have only one daughter, though?” Another blonde guy sitting next to Hui said.

There was a sting in my chest and I felt the need to answer the question even though it wasn’t directed at me.

“Officially yes.” I looked down, going back to playing with my fingers. “She is my sister in law, but I am not mentioned in any documents,” my voice turned bitter.

There was silence in the room, my shallow breaths almost deafening. I decided to take this chance and risk asking a question.

“Why-” I hesitated, but the curiosity won. “Why do you want to kidnap Sohyun?”

I turned to Jinho as he seemed like the best informed and least dangerous around here, but at the same time another person spoke.

“What is your relationship with her?” I turned around to look at Hyunggu and snorted.

He seemed concerned, like he actually didn’t want to hurt my feelings, but that was not the case.

“She doesn’t know I exist,” I informed him bluntly. “I only know because my mother never liked to be as secretive as my father.” The last word came out  harsher than planned and I decided to shut up before I said too much.

Hyunggu didn’t look hurt, but there was something in his eyes that looked like pity. I didn’t want it. I was completely fine without that man in my life and had no sympathy for him. But the girl was innocent. I looked at Jinho again, still waiting for my answer.

“You see,” he was emotionless, almost like a businessman talking about his transactions. “Minister Lee is a wealthy person and he has been suspected of fraud lately, so this is a perfect situation to kidnap his daughter and demand ransom. He has the money and paying us will be the only option for him since any attempts in publicizing it will be seen as diverting attention from his crime. Public is ruthless when it comes to politicians,” he finished with a small smirk and my jaw almost dropped.

He had it all thought through so well it was almost scary. I nodded slowly, taking in the change in his face as a spark appeared in his eyes.

“I guess in this situation I need to revise our plan a little,” he said and started to gather all kinds of different papers scattered on the table in front of him.

“Now, isn’t it late already?” Hui said, standing up and stretching theatrically.

“Yes, we all need some sleep,” the smaller blonde guy agreed and stood up as well.

Everyone was starting to gather their things and leave, while I just sat there. I didn’t know where I was, didn’t know where I should go or what to do. I grabbed the crutches and wanted to quickly approach one of the nicer looking guys to ask them.

“What about Yejin though, hyung? There are free room-” As if on cue, Hyunggu spoke up, but didn’t even manage to finish his sentence.

“I don’t think she should stay alone,” Hui interrupted him with a stern expression, but a smirk quickly appeared on his lips when he moved his eyes to me. “She’s a bit of a brat, you see. Right, Yejin-ah?”

I froze in my spot, his gaze almost burning my skin. The feeling of vague safety vanished completely and I felt my hands shivering again. What was he planning?

“Do you want to keep an eye on her then?” Jinho asked him, seemingly catching on with his thoughts.

A wide smile of contentment appeared on Hui’s lips.

“Exactly. She can stay with me-”

“NO!” I heard a scream and only when all of them turned to look at me, I realized that the voice came from my mouth. Hui’s expression immediately told me it was not a good move. “Please, don’t… I…”

By then I was trembling, completely terrified of the thought of being in a room alone with that man, not to mention spending a night there.

He already opened his mouth to say something, when Jinho interrupted him.

“Should we put her in Hyojong’s room then?” he suggested, looking at me reassuringly.

At that everyone seemed thrown off, the proposition coming totally out of the blue. Jinho rolled his eyes and sighed, looking at Hui.

“I cannot do it because I will be working the whole night probably, so the next most reliable person would be him,” the smaller man explained quickly, starting to get annoyed with the whole situation.

Hui didn’t look satisfied with that, but he gave up on arguing. Instead he looked at the smaller blonde guy on his left.

“Hyojong?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” he already started to make his way to the door, but before he left he turned around and looked at me. “Come Yejin.”

I looked at Hyunggu once more and he gave me a reassuring nod, so I followed Hyojong to the hallway. He kindly adjusted his pace to mine and led me down the corridor without a word. I tried to focus on walking, but I couldn’t help looking at him from time to time. I was too curious, trying to catch even a glimpse of his expression. Was he mad at Jinho? At me? Was he annoyed with the fact they put him in the position of a nanny? Or was he happy like Hui, with that predatory look in his eyes?

I was ripped out of my thoughts when he stopped next to one of the doors and took a key from his pocket to open it.

“This is my room,” he spoke, letting me in before going inside himself and closing the door. “You’ll stay here for a while. Until Hui hyung trusts you, I guess,” he made a face at that and smiled softly at me.

I stood in the middle of the room, taking a look around. It was very cozy, with a desk next to the door. In the middle stood a double bed and there was a big wardrobe on its side. The window was framed with dark green curtains, complimenting the warm beige walls. I liked it. Hyojong must have noticed my expression change. He clearly tried to give me space earlier, but now he moved from his position by the door and came closer.

His expression didn’t give out much, but it was not intimidating or rough. He looked at me for a moment, a spark of interest noticeable in his eyes, before making his way to the wardrobe and searching for something for a moment. He came back with a small pile of clothes.

“A T-shirt and some pants that you can sleep in,” he said simply, placing them on the bed. “We’ll find you something better tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied and he seemed happy with that, putting his hands into his pockets with a bright but tired expression.

“You can take a shower now,” he gestured to the other door in the room. “And I’ll fetch your medicine from the infirmary.”

He didn’t even wait for a reply before leaving the room. I heard the click of the door being locked and didn’t know if I felt more safe or scared by that. I breathed out, only now realizing I was holding my breath for a while now and grabbed the clothes.

A quick and hot shower actually helped me to gather my thoughts together, tears occasionally falling from my eyes. I revised the whole day again in my head and couldn’t believe what happened to me. The situation I was in right now had no good ending and the thought of the rest of the men was making me shiver. Being on their mercy however, I had nothing I could do right now, so I decided to not think about it. I left the bathroom and saw Hyojong get up from the bed as soon as I was out.

I took his place, when he disappeared behind the door and started to apply medicine on my ankle. It did hurt, but the pain was already significantly less than before and I was so thankful to Hyunggu for that. I wrapped the elastic bandage around it again and set everything back on the nightstand.

Suddenly my breath hitched when it hit me. I was going to spend a night here, in one bed with this guy. My hands clenched around the sheets I was sitting on. He didn’t look or behave dangerously, but so did Changgu at first. My mind went all the way back to the car ride and I could feel Hui’s hand, his gaze and Changgu’s arms around me.

Hyojong came out of the bathroom in his pyjama, sending me a quick smile, before turning off the light and moving to the other side of the bed. I started to tremble, my whole body tensing up, when I felt the mattress dip. Was I in the same situation again?

“Yejin?” I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned around, moving away from the touch, tears already gathering in my eyes. Hyojong looked confused at first, but a moment later some understanding appeared on his face and he sighed, retracting his hand.

“Look, I don’t know what Hui did to you, but I won’t hurt you.” he said slowly, looking me in the eyes. “I promise.”

I was still shaking, but he sounded sincere. He lied down, close the the edge of the bed, leaving me as much space as I wanted and only smiled sleepily, not rushing anything. I breathed out and slowly moved to my side, sliding under the covers. Suddenly I felt how tired I was, my muscles aching from being tense all day and my head already spinning.

“Now please have some sleep,” I heard Hyojong murmur, while turning around to his side. “You will need it.”

He didn’t say it out loud, probably not to scare me more, but I knew what he meant. It wasn’t going to be easy from now on.

*

The next day I woke up and as soon as I opened my eyes the realization of where I am hit me like a train. I immediately shot up in the bed in panic, but then my gaze landed on Hyojong scribbling something at his desk. He must have not heard me, so I took a look around, still trying to control my breathing and the tears slowly turning up in my eyes. It was already bright outside and I wondered what time it was. How long have I slept?

“I asked Mei for some clothes for you, those should be fitting,” I heard Hyojong say a moment later, without even moving from his position, which startled me. I appreciated that a lot, though, as I didn’t want him to see me all disheveled right after waking up. “You can change, I’m just finishing up a thing.”

“Oh, okay,” I replied quietly, not really knowing what he expected to hear. He was already in his normal clothes and I felt bad for oversleeping like that. I wondered why he didn’t wake me up earlier.

I grabbed the pile of clothes and medicine sitting neatly on my nightstand and moved to the bathroom. My ankle was getting better quickly and for a short distance like that I managed without crutches, which made me smile briefly. I changed quickly into the jeans and t-shirt I was given. I was surprised and thankful to find some underwear there too and even a pair of flip-flops.

When I walked out, Hyojong was already sitting on the bed, facing me with a soft smile. He patted the space next to him and I set there without much thought.

“Here,” he gave me a piece of paper and I stared blankly at it for a moment. It had a square with a few lines on it. “This building is a mess so I made a quick map for you.”

I looked at the sheet again and then back at him with a smile. Now it all made sense. I wanted to say something, a ‘thank you’ at least, as I didn’t expect anything from this guys. After yesterday’s treatment I was shocked at everything Hyojong did, however, my voice didn’t want to cooperate. Hyojong just smiled warmly and kept going.

“Here is the living room and here is my room,” he explained, moving his finger on the paper. “If I am not around you’ll find Hyunggu here and Jinho here,” he looked at me, “I wouldn’t recommend approaching others on your own.” It sounded so serious, my eyes probably grew as round as the rings on his fingers.

I remembered the impression of the other men from yesterday's meeting and really didn’t even plan on talking to them. I wasn’t suicidal.

“Oh, and here is the kitchen!” Hyojong’s voice ripped me out of my thoughts and I saw him take out a pen and put another big cross on the paper. My stomach rumbled at that word and only now I realized how hungry I was.

Hyojong looked at me, rolled his eyes and I bet I could hear him curse out Hui, before he grabbed my hand.

“Come on, let’s get you some breakfast.”

I looked at his hand in shock and he immediately let go of it, flustered. His pace was quick and I had to make my best with the crutches to follow him. I was not long until I could smell food and my mouth watered just at that. As soon as we went into a room without doors. I saw Jinho cooking something. Hui and the blonde guy were also there, sitting at the table and eating already. I noticed Hyojong give Hui a pissed look and the other one just shrugging innocently. I sat down as well, as far away from them as I could, and Hyojong leaned on the cupboard nonchalantly, pouring two glasses of coke. He gave me one and a minute later Jinho put a plate of scrambled eggs with vegetables in front of me. I thanked both of them and started eating, however I constantly felt eyes fixed on me.

I didn’t want to look in his direction though, I didn’t want to meet his gaze. Hyojong was chatting with Jinho so I kept staring at my plate until I heard the other guys get up. Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder and I looked up involuntarily just to hear his velvety voice.

“See you later, Yejin-ah,” Hui chirped with a smirk, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

They were gone quickly, but I didn’t feel like finishing my food anymore, not sure if it was a promise or a threat.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Christmas Tree

Summary: The annual Christmas tree lighting ceremony. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Best Friends to Lovers au 

Word Count: 1,253

Changgu (Yeo One) X Reader

Requested: The 12 days of winter thing is so cute omg!! 🥺 Maybe #7 for Changgu or Kiki? I think it'd fit well for either of them so whichever you prefer&lt;3

Prompt: 7. “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine”

[A/n: I really hope you like this 🥺💖 it's not my best work. But I still hope you're able to enjoy it; it may be a little cheesy tho. Thank you so much for requesting, Kebbi 🥺😭💖]

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You’re leaving work after a boring shift when you hear your phone ring; you dig it out from the depths of your pockets and see it’s Changgu. Your best friend, who you have slight feelings for, you excitedly answer, “Hey, Changgu! What’s up?” You can almost hear his grin as he goes, “Us right now!” You roll your eyes as he continues, “I was wondering if you’d like to watch the Christmas tree lighting with me?” You grin, “Yeah, I would love to!” He goes, “Alright, I’ll pick you up in an hour, okay?” You nod before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Okay, that works for me! See you later, Ggu!” “See you later, (N/n)!” And with that, he hangs up, and you make it the rest of the way home.

You change out of your work clothes and into something warm and cozy. Before relaxing in front of the TV, the Christmas specials serving as background noise to your phone scrolling. You catch the time and see it’s about to turn to the next hour and pull on your winter coat and shoes. As you hear your front door ring, you grin, “One second!” You hear his muffled agreement before you walk out of the door and see him and ask, “Are you ready to see the tree all lit up?” He grins, “I am! Are you?” You nod happily and follow him out to his car.

He holds the door open for you, all gentlemanly-like, and you shake your head with a smile before sitting in the seat. You click your seatbelt in as he shuts your door, you smirk and reach over and pop his door open, and he shakes his head as you push it out. He catches the door with a sigh and slides into his seat as you slide back into yours. He clicks his seatbelt on before turning over the car and turning on the heat. You immediately put your hands on the vents to warm them up. His music softly plays through the speakers, and you can’t help but feel more at peace as you watch him drive.

Within less than fifteen minutes, you guys arrive and find a parking spot, “Oh, look, the crowd is starting to gather now!” You say with excitement as he reverses into a parallel space and pulls in. “Oh wow, look at how huge the tree is!” He cheers, filled with excitement too. You grin before getting out of the car and waiting for him on the sidewalk, “Let’s find a nice spot to view it!” He nods, and you two walk beside each other. And you ask, “So, anything exciting at work or home?” He hums, “It’s been peaceful, almost too peaceful…” You grin, “Do you think someone is up to something, then?” He shakes his head, “Yes, but no. Shinwon is always up to something, so that’s nothing new. But the others? They’re hiding presents from each other. So, it's leading to more sneaking around and suspicion. It's amusing to see their prying eyes every time someone comes home.” You nod, “Oh~ Where are you hiding yours then?” He grins, “My car. I sleep with my keys for a reason.” You shake your head at him, “Weird but not out of a reason.” He laughs, “What about you?” You shrug, “It’s been boring with the holidays right around the corner. Everything has come to a lull, it seems.” He nods, “But that’s nice, though. Isn’t it?” You smile, “Only if there is something fun to do afterward.” He smiles, “Does this count?” You grin, “Absolutely!” He nods, and you guys spot a place on the side where you can see the tree without being blocked by others and quickly head over to it.

He looks down at his watch, “Twenty minutes until the lights come on!” The two of you sway to the carolers singing in front of the tree and softly sing along. When it’s five minutes til the carolers clear out and join the crowd. And everyone gathers in closer to watch the lights, and to keep you close, Changgu places his hand on your waist, “You okay?” You nod, “You?” He nods as everyone grows silent and begins to brim with anticipation.

When the first stage, the lowest branches on the tree light up, everyone ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’. And the lights continue turning on until it reaches the very top. The golden star glows brightly and shines so beautifully in the night. You gasp as cheers break out in the crowd and turn towards Changgu, “Woah! Isn’t that the brightest thing you’ve ever seen?!” And he shakes his head with a soft smile, “Christmas lights can’t compare to how bright you shine.” If your cheeks weren’t already red from the cold, they certainly were now. You gasp and look down at your shoes before telling him a small thank you, “I mean it. I think your beauty shines inside and out. You make me so happy.” He pauses momentarily, staring into your eyes, “I was wondering if you would want to be mine?” You hold his stare, and without skipping a beat, you say, “Yes, of course. I’d love to be yours if you would be mine as well.” He grins, lifts your chin with his mitted hand, and kisses you softly, and you wrap your arms around his neck.

You pull back for a minute and stare into his eyes before pulling him into another kiss, and he dips you back a bit. You grin as you hold onto him tighter, and when the two of you pull away, you giggle, “I can’t believe this is real.” You tell him softly, and he agrees, “I’m so glad it is.” You can’t help but laugh harder and kiss his cheek, “Do you want to get some warm apple cider?” He grins and sees the stand not far from where you two stand, “I’d love to.”

You carefully reach out your mitted hands for his, and he happily wraps his hand around yours. You swing your arms together as you wait in line. You ask him, “When did you know you liked me more than a friend?” He smiles, “I think I noticed I liked you last Christmas when you snuck us both a cookie from Hongseok’s freshly baked sheet. And you gave me a cute cheeky wink before we both had to hide from him.” He shakes his head with a laugh before continuing, “I think I always knew I liked you, but I didn’t realize it until then. When did you notice?” You think for a few minutes, maybe it was when he kissed your cheek on New Year's Eve, or maybe, it was the Halloween before that. Where you two wore peanut butter and jelly couple costumes that you realized you had more than friendly feelings for him. “I realized I had more than platonic feelings for you last year on Halloween, but I think it really hit me when you kissed my cheek when the clock turned twelve this year.” You smile as you see his cheeks turn red, and he scratches the back of his neck, “You remember that?” You nod, “I don’t think I could ever forget it. Maybe this time, you can do it for real?” He grins, and you pay for the warm cider and walk back to his car, mitten in mitten. And glasses in the other, enjoying your first evening as a couple.

[huihuiheart]

Goretober D30: Gone - Pentagon

Pentagon + Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Disappearing themes (somewhat explained, not really), stalker themes, forgotten/abandonment themes, yandere themes? at the end kinda.

Word Count: 1,536

You bounded back into the circle of a group with a soft huff. The guys being boisterous as usual. Only to find that the group was one short of the right number, looking around with furrowed brows as you tried to place his face somewhere.

“Guys where’s Jinho? Is he not back yet? I thought he was right here when I left with Wooseok and Yuto?” You ask the carefree ones who turn to you between laughter looking just as confused as you did.

“Who? Y/N no one’s missing. Everyone’s here. Count again. You don’t have to make up some Jinho character just for laughs. You’re funny enough without doing that.” Hoetaek seems rather calm as he speaks as if he had no memory of the missing man. Just like they’d had no memory of Hyojong when you called him up a week ago only to find that he’d disappeared like Jinho now had. 

“I’m being serious you guys, something isn’t right. I-I just want to find our friends before anyone else can disappear.” You sigh softly shaking your head as Hongseok places a hand on your shoulder gently.

“Y/N are you okay? This is the second person you made up now? Are these friends of yours from somewhere else?” Wooseok looks at you with soft eyes and you frown softly.

“N-No they’re our friends....I-I just...I-I don’t know why none of you can remember them.” A sudden sharp pang shoots through your head making your vision spotty and you to wince away holding your head in your hands as you stumble back. Calls of your name from the boys as they rush over to keep you from hitting the ground. When you come back to reality you blink your eyes open to find the spot where Wooseok had been standing empty. Jolting you back with a surge of adrenaline as you look around with no luck as you can’t spot him anywhere.

“Woo? Woo, where are you?” You call out frantically looking around until Hongseok catches you in his arms trying to calm you down.

“Alright Y/N I think you’ve had a long day and it’s getting to you, so just rest up for now and let your head and body recover and in the morning we can maybe talk about this some alright?” Hoetaek doesn’t give you much choice after his reasoning words though having Hongseok and Shinwon escort you to your room to promptly get some rest, which after much tossing and turning finally came when you grew too exhausted to fight it any longer. Your fears confirmed when Shinwon woke you for breakfast the next morning only to find one less person than there was supposed to be at the table. Hoetaek’s spot empty of even a table setting. 

“Great! Now Hoetaek’s gone too?” Your voice is pressed and sarcastic, on the verge of tears as Yuto looks at you worried. 

“Y/N? Who is Hoetaek? What is going on with you? Please....please talk to us.” Concern bleeding into his voice as he steps over to you, looking over you to check if you were alright.

“People from our group keep disappearing and every time they do you all instantly forget who they are. One person and I thought I was losing my mind, but now four people are missing and I’m kind of really freaking out right now.” Your words quake with panic as you try not to entirely lose your mind especially when they already hadn’t been believing you as is.

“If we helped you look would it calm you some? Don’t know that we’ll find anything. Or if we’ll even believe you without finding anything, but we want to make sure you’re alright and if looking with you will help....then maybe we should just try to figure it out together, alright?” Hyunggu offers and you nod appreciative of the fact that even if they didn’t believe you they were still willing to help you in anyway that they can.

“It would. Why don’t we eat and maybe grab somethings that feel useful and we could start looking around for an explanation?” You suggest and no one argues though Changgu’s eyes are watching you closely, something you chalked up to the concern they all had over your condition especially after you nearly collapsed the night before. Gasping and clutching as it happened again, holding your head in pain and looking around. This time you could only watch as Shinwon disappeared between blinks before your very eyes.

“Y/N?” Yanan calls from your side gently rubbing your back, “Do you want any headache medicine or anything?” 

“N-No it’s just.....I-I just watched it happen. S-Shinwon is gone now....l-look his cereal is still there.” You point across the table where sure enough Shinwon no longer was, but a half touched bowl of cereal still sat all alone. That enough to get some of their attention at least.

“Okay, that is weird....maybe Y/N is realizing something the rest of us don’t.” Yuto agrees as Yanan moves to clean it up. Before any of you get a chance to go anywhere or do anything though Changgu clears his throat to get everyone’s attention onto him.

“I think the first thing we need to do is take Y/N to the hospital. At the very least Y/N is getting bad head pains and we need to see what is causing that.” Changgu firmly speaks as he stands from the table to come over and help you up just in case the pain early did anything to throw you off.

“Fine, but nothing is wrong with me you’ll see.” You insist with a soft huff, but don’t fight as they help you into the car. Noticing that there’s going to be one less as Yuto has joined the ranks of missing people somewhere along the way to the car. You’re feeling light headed as you get in though, resting your head against Yanan’s shoulder, but afraid to so much as blink in fear that another would be gone once you did at the rate they were vanishing. 

Hongseok helped you out upon arrival and as you sit there the pain comes again gaining the attention of the nurses and staff as you grasp Yanan’s hand tightly. Until you feel it fading away, along with the soft spoken man who had been to your left. Your nails soon digging into your palm as you tried to hold onto him, despite it being no use. You were stuck at the hospital with now just the three boys left when you could be out looking for clues as to what was happening to them and trying to get them back to you and that irritated you. Somehow though it was draining you, making it hard to stay up without help and the pain when it came was crippling in nature.  The nurses quick to get you into a bed and an iv with some pain medication in it for you, something that made you extremely drowsy, despite your fighting it.

“If you need to rest Y/N go ahead. It’s alright.” Hyunggu gives you a soft smile and that is enough to lull you to sleep, something you wouldn’t have done had you known he’d be gone by the time you woke again.

“Here drink some water Y/N it might help. We’re still waiting on some test results, but so far they think you’re just too stressed and it’s negatively affecting your body physically.” Hongseok speaks gently, helping you sit up to drink the water he’s offering. Treating you as if your made of glass, which after they say the effect of these head pains on you seemed rather reasonable. Glancing through the glass wall as you sip on the water to see Changgu speaking to the doctor before returning to you two.

“The doctor said you’re free to go for now. But you have to take it easy for a bit or the headaches get any worse then you need to come back.” Changgu tells you and the two are quick to help you as you practically try to leap from the bed unassisted. Hongseok scolding you under his breath for being reckless with your help you to the car and into a leaned back seat so you could rest.

“Oh wait Hongseok, I forgot to ask what...” Your words die as you turn to look where Hongseok had gotten into the car to see he wasn’t there anymore, “Changgu, everyone else is gone we have to figure out what happened to them before it happens to you too.”

“Oh I already know what happened to everyone else Y/N....after all someone had to be behind it didn’t they?” Changgu’s response is so calm and yet something about his tone of voice is eerie, concerning you and making you feel the need to run.

“W-What is that supposed to mean Changgu?” You stutter hoping this was just a residual of whatever meds they had given to you in the hospital.

“I mean I found a way to get rid of them Y/N. They took too much of your attention and now.....now you can give it all to me. It can be just us two, forever.”

[sunflowersoonyoung]

ohh ohh ohh a mini hc post abt shinwon or hui! what type of things do you think they'd be into?

also! because of your post i listened to yuju's re debut and omg its incredible !! and im so looking forward to viviz, what happened w gfriend is unfortunate but im glad theyre still all making music in their own ways

also im VERY obsessed w ptgs new album, i was wondering what is your ranking of the songs there??? for me its sparkling night + the game > one shot + call my name + bad > feelin' like !

- 🐰anon !

Aww thanks for supporting yuju + the rest of gfriends members! 

I am also obsessed with ptgs new album! For me it's: the game > oneshot, call my name, sparkling night > bad > feelin' like. 

I was surprised to discover feelin' like was my least favourite song in comparison to the rest of the album, not that I don’t like it though. I wonder what the game would've looked like as the title track?

Shinwon I feel like has a corruption kink. I think if you're inexperienced and you asked him to teach you, it'd go straight to his head. He'd be a bit of a tease though, just barely touching you until you had to beg him for more. 

He probably likes it when you’re needy and clingy, he’d think it’s adorable but he’d act oblivious because he wants you to outright say that you need him. I feel like he’s the type to pick you up in the middle of a conversation with the other members and take you to bed.

I also think low-key he has a bit of a hair-pulling kink, both giving and receiving, but especially receiving. It’d make him cum like crazy if you pulled on his hair as he fucked you.

Hui is probably a big switch, and a v v needy boy. He probably is a sucker for affection and gets really handsy if you’re being clingy. Even during sex, his hands would explore everywhere because he just loves touching your skin.

Lots of overstimulation, both giving and receiving. Loves to make you squirm, loves it when you make him squirm. Just imagine the toothy grin on his face as you thrashed your legs. Both of you end up cumming multiple times during sex because of overstimulation. 

I think he’d love receiving head in particular while he’s at work, because I think he gets a little stressed out in his studio. He’s also very vocal, and pulls on your hair a lot. He just melts when you have him in your mouth.

[shinwonsaysomething]

Our Teacher’s Boyfriend - Ko Shinwon

Request by @yutos-laugh: I challenge you to write the rudest, fluffiest, cutest fic about shinwon you can think of right now!! You always have the cutest fics and reactions, so I know you must have some adorable ideas about what being with shinwon would be like! <3 Words: 1.7K (GIF isn’t mine, but I love it) Genre: The rudest, fluffiest, cutest fic about Shinwon I could think of. (Fluff, OneShot, you are a teacher in the story). 

The cold room wakes you up. Shinwon’s warm arms are still around your waist. His soft sleeping noises are always the best thing to wake up to. Shinwon came home very late last night and immediately fell asleep next to you once his head hit the pillow. You didn’t even get the chance to ask why he was so late.

You slowly try to get out of bed without waking Shinwon, which is basically impossible. You feel him waking up and he mumbles. He pulls you close and wasn’t planning on letting you go. You smile. You know that Shinwon doesn’t like it when you leave early in the morning. He sleeps better when you are near. His mumbling finally turns into a more clear sentence. “Please stay for awhile… please…” he says softly. Everyday your heart still skips a beat when you hear his voice.

“You know I would love to stay in bed with you all day, but I really have to go to work”. You get up and Shinwon groans. He finally opens his eyes. “Look at you, being all sleepy. You should rest some more. You came home way too late” you say and walk in the bathroom to get ready for you day at work.

You really wanted to stay home today. Mostly because today is a special day for you two. You have been in a relationship for such a long time and today is your anniversary. You can't even remember how long to be honest, but shinwon moved in when you were 5 years together. You asked the school, where you work, if it was okay if you took the day of, but they refused. There is a big teacher shortage, so you basically ended up with more work than expected. Shinwon was really sad, but told you he will still celebrate it with you after work.

When you return, all dressed up, you notice Shinwon is no longer in the bed. This surprises you, because usually it takes him ages to get out of bed or too wake up properly. As you walk into the living room you notice rose paddles at your feet. This is a thing he always did once it was an important day like your birthday or an anniversary. You laugh once you see Shinwon cooking some breakfast, while still being sleepy. His hair is a total mess, but it looks adorable. You hug him from behind and give him a kiss. "Thanks for the breakfast and the rose paddles" you say softly. "I am so sorry that I have to work today". Shinwon turns around and hugs you back. "It is okay, Y/N. It is not your fault at all. Those kids need their lovely teacher too" he says teasing.

"Still I feel bad. I got you a gift though" you say and walk to the fridge. You show Shinwon a giant box and give it to him with a big smile. He opens it and sees a handmade cake in the form of a hamburger. He laughs and puts it down to give you a big kiss. "You are the best, but we agreed on not making each other gifts this year, remember?" he says. You nod and say "It is more an apology than a gift". He laughs at your comment and rolls with his eyes.

After breakfast you hurry to get to your work as fast as you can. You were running late, because Shinwon basically didn't want to let go of you. The children are waiting for you as you enter the classroom. The day goes very well, until it is lunch time. You usually eat with the kids, but because you were running late you forgot your own lunch. You were about to ask the teacher of the other group if she had some extra food with her. Until you see Shinwon enter the classroom. "Shinwon, what are you doing here?" you say surprised. The young girls in the classroom start whispering and giggling and some boys go up to Shinwon to ask who he is. "Honey, you forgot your lunch" he says and smiles. The girls walk up to him as well and start to ask Shinwon some questions. "Are you miss Y/N's boyfriend'?" asks one of the boys. Before Shinwon can even answer, you stand up and say "Children, go back to your seats please". They walk back to their seats and look at you for more answers. "Everyone, This is indeed my boyfriend. He came to bring my lunch" you say and invite Shinwon to take a seat. "I hear you all have some questions for him, so please raise your hand and wait till it is your turn to ask your question". You turn to Shinwon and ask him if he is okay with it. You told the class you have a boyfriend and they were all very curious about him.

Shinwon loves the attention of the class and doesn't mind the questions at all. "Heey, I am Shinwon and I am your teachers boyfriend". "How old are you?" asks a girl. "I am 24". "Are you a teacher, like miss Y/N" another girl asks. "No, I am a singer. I wish I was such a good teacher as your miss Y/N" he says smiling. Shinwon sits down next to you. "Do you love miss Y/N" asks a boy. "Yes, I do" he says and laughs at the cute question. Another boy raises his hand. "Are you going to marry her?". Shinwon looks at you and smiles. "Yes I am planning on marrying her in the future". You smile and your cheeks turn a bit more red at his honest answers. Two girls start to ask questions at the same time, but you interrupt. "Lisa and Monica, raise your hand and wait for your turn". You give the turn to another girl who has been patiently waiting. "What do you like the most about miss Y/N". Shinwon thinks hard. He laughs and smirks. You poke him and whisper to him he is not allowed to make a sexual comment. "I love miss Y/N's... eyes and smile the most. And her ... hugs are the best" he says. Now it is Lisa's turn "What are you going to do for the anniversary today?". Shinwon laughs at the fact you even told the class it is your anniversary today. "I will tell you, but then miss Y/N has to cover her ears". The class cheers and asks you to cover your ears. You finally agree after Shinwon hyped up the whole class. "Okay Okay, I will cover my ears". You see Shinwon’s lips move and you see the class's reaction. They young kids laugh and smile towards you. You love the way the children react to him. He is very good with kids and it makes you truly happy. Shinwon signs to you that it is okay to stop covering your ears.

"Okay last question" you say. Monica gets the last question "Will you come to our class more often? Because it makes Y/N smile a lot". "I would love to, but miss Y/N still needs to work. I think I would distract you all too much. So please promise me that you will work hard today and that you will be nice to miss Y/N, maybe then I will be able to return some day. Also, please keep the surprise a secret" Shinwon says. He stands up and says goodbye to the class. The kids don't want him to leave. "I am sorry, but I really need to work on the surprise, so I have to go". Shinwon gives you a kiss on the cheek and leaves the classroom. The rest of the day the children worked very hard and were really nice. You thank them for listening really well today and give them all an extra sticker on their homework.

When you come home you immediately smell an amazing sent. You hear Shinwon singing along to a song and you see that he is dancing as well. He jumps when you slam the door a bit too loud behind you. "Ah Welcome home miss Y/N" he says teasing. "Ow shut up, you lovely fool" you say and greet him with a kiss. "The class now calls you mister Shinwon". "How cute were they! You are a great teacher. They listen to you very well" Shinwon says. "Well they listened to you too" you say while smiling. "What do you mean". "They were the most quiet and sweet I have seen them in ages! They all did their work in time and they worked so hard today" you say. You can see that Shinwon turns very proud after your comment. "Well miss Y/N, for your surprise I rode all day yesterday, to get all the right ingredients for your favorite meal". You are speechless "That is why you were so late last night?". "Yeah, but it will be totally worth it once you eat it". Shinwon is right. It is seriously one of the best things you have ever eaten. "Shinwon this is... amazing" you say. He loves to see you enjoy the food so much. For dessert you both take a big piece of the cake you made. Seeing shinwon smiling like a total idiot while eating, is probably one of your favorite things about him. Even though you decide not to make each other gifts every year, you both always fail to keep that promise.

"Thank you so much for today, baby" you say and hug him. "There is one thing I wanted to ask, but I couldn't in front of the class" you say and play with his shirt a little. "What is it?" he says. "When the kids asked you what you like most of me why did you smirk?". Shinwon laughs when he remembers it. "I was thinking I couldn't just give one answer. I love your eyes and smile so much, but I also love your body and your mind. But I smirked because I was indeed thinking of something I couldn't say in front of the kids" Shinwon says. You hit him playfully. "You dork.." you say. Shinwon laughs. "There is still another present left, by the way" Shinwon says softly and smirks. He lifts you and takes you to the bedroom. You giggle and kiss him. "Bring it on, mister Shinwon".