#soobin drabble

[lovesickchoi]

📁 FILE 01: CHOI SOOBIN

⋆·˚ ༘ * After a missed anniversary and weeks spent out of sync, Soobin just wants to be close to you again—really close. No rush, no performance. Just you, him, and the quiet reminder that you still belong to each other.

✦ Love Language: Quality Time

pairing: soobin x reader ✮⋆˙✐ 3.8k

warnings: smut, f!reader, no protection, soft dom!soobin, sub!reader, cock warming, slight oral f!rec, praise, romance, no protection, finishing inside

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The apartment is quiet when you finally come home.

Way too quiet.

The kind of quiet that makes your chest feel heavier than your bag slung over your shoulder, heavier than the late hour blinking back at you on the microwave clock.

Stepping inside, you make sure to lock the door behind you. You take off your shoes, drop your keys into the bowl, and glance toward the couch.

He’s sitting there, asleep—just barely. Half curled into the throw blanket, one arm slung over the back of the couch like he was waiting for you but gave up halfway through.

You stand there longer than you intend to, just wanting to watch him for a moment. He stirs before you can say anything, lashes fluttering, voice groggy.

"You're late again..." Soobin grumbles. It wasn't accusatory, just worn thin.

You give him a small apologetic smile. "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't even get a lunch break today."

Soobin nods and tries to smile back, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He looks toward the TV, and the silence stretches on longer than you'd like. With Soobin's recent comeback promotions and your new late-night shifts at the office, quality time together was few and far between.

Even when you managed to spend time together, it was never just the two of you. There were always friends around, always the other members. Never a moment that felt truly yours—never a chance to just be alone with Soobin.

And still, he loved you with a quiet kind of devotion. Soobin would wait up long past midnight just for the quiet privilege of walking you to bed. Even the smallest moment alone with you was worth losing sleep over.

You were so used to running—meeting quotas, ticking boxes, always being on—that you hadn’t noticed how little of yourself you’d given him lately. Not your stories, not your softness. Not your time.

And apparently not even your memory for important days, like today.

You realize it the moment your eyes flick toward the calendar on the fridge. The date. Your heart sinks.

"Shit," you breathe. "Our anniversary..."

Soobin doesn’t even flinch. He just watches you quietly, eyes soft but ridden with exhaustion.

Your own eyes shift down to the uneaten container of food and unopened bottle of wine on the kitchen table—he waited to eat.

"You didn't have to wait."

He responds quickly. "I wanted to." Soobin doesn't say for you, but it's written all over his face. He'd do anything to savor a moment with you.

"I am so sorry, Binnie," you're barely able to get out. "I care about you so much. I would never..."

You feel a twist of guilt settle in your stomach, but he doesn’t pile on. Nor does he guilt you. That’s not who Soobin is.

“You didn’t forget because you don’t care,” he says softly. “I know you. You just… never forget things like that. I know how overwhelmed you've been.”

Soobin doesn’t say more. He just lifts the blanket, a wordless invitation smoothed between the wrinkles in the couch cushions. When you lie down beside him, it’s quiet again. The kind that’s warm this time—full of unspoken things and shared breath. His arms curl around you instinctively. He presses his face into your neck like he’s been holding in the need to feel you all week.

"I hate this," he breathes out, almost like he's embarrassed to say it. "Hate only seeing you like this."

You swallow hard, because you feel it too. You've never been good at this. Never been good at showing Soobin just how close you want—no, need—to be near him.

You try to apologize. To say something, anything about work. About your stupid boss, the lack of breaks, the lack of appreciation, the unpaid overtime.

And he lets you ramble on. Because this is his favorite thing in the entire world—hearing your sweet voice talking about your day, getting to hold you while you do it. His eyes are sparkling and trained on your face, attention undivided as you vent. Soobin's heart thunders beneath his rib cage.

You’re halfway through telling him all the messy details—words spilling too fast, casual but unfocused, like you’re trying to outrun your own exhaustion. There’s a thin sheen of energy in your voice, but it’s cracked at the edges. You yawn mid-sentence, barely stifling it behind the back of your hand.

Soobin notices the way you press on like you aren't seconds from collapsing. He always does.

You brush it off like you usually do, reaching for a water bottle on the coffee table, already moving on to the next thought. But before you can, Soobin gently lays his hand over yours.

“You’re tired.”

You blink at him. “I’m fine.”

“You come home and talk like you haven’t breathed in hours," he chuckles through a sigh. There’s no judgment in his voice, just a quiet hurt.

That makes you stop. Not because you disagree, but because he said it like he’s been holding it in for too long. You never really knew how to be present with him. Even in times like this, when you knew he needed it most.

He sits up straight, shifting his body to face you fully. His hand doesn’t leave yours.

“I know you don’t like stopping. I know being tired makes you feel like you’re falling behind. But I promise it's okay to slow down once in a while.”

"Binnie..." Your voice trails off.

“You didn’t forget on purpose,” he says again, because he needs you to believe it. “But I still need you. I still want today to matter. Even if it’s just here, like this.”

His voice dips, eyes searching yours. "I know we've both been working a lot. But to be honest, this has been really killing me. Can't we just take our time tonight?"

And then he’s pulling you in—slowly, gently—his arms around you. The kind of embrace that doesn’t demand anything, only offers.

You don’t fight it, don't say anything. You just let yourself sink into his chest, right into the warmth of him. It’s the only place where you don’t have to be composed or efficient or fine. You just needed to be his.

His hand slides up your back. “Just… be here,” he murmurs into your hair. “For a little while.”

And for once, you let yourself stay still. His lips brush the crown of your head, barely there.

You feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against your cheek, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your palm. He doesn’t rush you. But when you tilt your head up to look at him, his eyes are already on you. Warm and desperate. It’s not lust, not at first. It’s pure longing.

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing beneath your eye like he’s trying to memorize you. You can’t help but lean into his angelic touch. Then his mouth is on yours. A slow and needy kiss that says I’ve missed you, stay forever.

You can feel the tension in his body, the way he holds back even as his fingers slip under your shirt, testing you, as if he’s asking for permission with every touch.

You give it with ease.

When you shift into his lap, straddling him, wrapping your arms around his neck, the ache of it all hits him.

Soobin holds you like he’s scared you’ll disappear again. His tongue is pressed between your lips, scaling every inch of your mouth that it can reach. An exasperated moan leaves you in a low sigh, and he swallows it down greedily. You unravel against one another, piece by piece.

The growing tightness in Soobin's pants presses firmly against you. You were beginning to throb for him and his attention alone. No distractions or distance, just this—focused and intentional.

Even though your lips moved unhurriedly, you have to pull away for air. But he doesn't let you escape so easily, keeping his forehead pressed firm against your own.

Soobin wants your attention on nothing but him tonight, that’s a promise he kept for himself. Before your mind can race, he's rubbing circles with his thumb over your leggings, stealing your mind away from stress and thoughts of work, locking them away where they’d be forced to put Soobin at the forefront.

Your leggings, usually an inconvenient barrier, were completely soaked through to the skin. It left Soobin no problem in rubbing every sensitive spot you yearned for him to reach.

A shaky breath leaves your lips. "Fuck, been needing you so bad. Been so stressed out." His eyes are trained on the outline of your folds, your cunt basically sucking in the soaked fabric and begging for his finger to follow suit. He wondered just how well you would suck his cock in if you were dripping and swelling like this already.

He groans loudly without remiss, throaty and strained, head dropping against your shoulder in self-control.

He continues to rub you lovingly, tearing his gaze from between your thighs to your face, smiling at the blush blooming across your nose and cheeks. His eyes flood with warmth when he speaks. "I want to do something."

“I’ll do anything,” you answer to him like you always have. Your time, your mind, your soul—he’s always had access to all of it, whenever he wanted.

Soobin’s smile spreads wide across his face, unable to contain it. His hands grip your hips before slipping beneath your shirt, slowly lifting it over your head with care.

Your breath catches. He looks almost shy when he speaks again.

“Can I just… stay inside you tonight?” His voice is hushed and reverent. “I don’t want to rush. I just—want to be close.”

A nod is all you need to deliver him. His hands are gripping just beneath your ass, standing up from the couch as he holds you. Your legs lock around his waist, keeping him close amidst the trek to your shared bedroom.

You noticed how deliberate Soobin was tonight—every step he took toward the bed felt endless. And when he finally lays you down against the soft cotton sheets, it’s like the world exhales. For the first time in a long time, you feel breathtakingly alive.

His movements flow into each other, rewriting time just to make this moment last longer. The only moment he disconnects himself from you his to peel off his own t-shirt. Your clothes are stripped from your body as well, more carefully than ever. Tender fingers work at the hem of your leggings, dragging them down your goose-bump ridden skin.

Soobin's lips are the only things moving quickly, wanting to feel your warm skin against them. He's kissing a trail across your chest, down your stomach, breath sucking in at the laced panties staring back at him.

The black material is sticky, soaked, and completely lost between your folds. Your head rested gently against a pillow slightly cocked to the side, peering down at him through hooded eyelids. He was so beautiful. All the time in the world belonged to you two.

"Mm, fuck baby," you're already whining out. Fuck these new schedules. Fuck your late nights. This is what you've both been denied for too long.

Large hands splayed across the curvature of your hips, gripping the flesh and securing you in place. Between your legs, he helped himself to one long, and slow drag of his tongue up your cunt. He breathed you in, fabric and all, with greed. It felt like a reward for the time he'd spent patiently craving for your presence.

Tender teeth got hold of your panties, dragging them halfway down your legs. A chill shoots up through you, his teeth grazing your inner thigh just enough. Soobin's fingers took over, sliding the material the rest of the way off.

One more lewd kiss against your cunt, this one hard and claiming, and he's up on his knees removing his sweatpants and underwear just as painfully slow. You'd never felt so prepared for Soobin in your entire relationship. Thighs and sheets stained with splotches of your sweet arousal, out of control.

Now fully undressed and erect against his toned stomach, Soobin takes his place next to you on the bed. He's propped up, back against the headboard, looking at you expectantly.

"Come here," his voice is so careful as he pats his lap. His voice holds the kind of care reserved for precious things.

You swing a leg over his waist with his help, straddling him where he sits. Soobin is silent, but his face says everything. His chin pressed to his chest as he looks between your legs, lips drawn rough between his teeth.

He keeps his hands at your waistline, lifting his hips just enough to align himself with your sopping entrance. You both hiss softly as the head of his cock slides against your folds, hot and thick. But he doesn’t push in just yet. He’s waiting for you again, asking for permission.

“Can I?” he whispers, even though you’ve already said yes in every way that counts.

You nod and sink down slowly, inch by inch, until he’s fully inside you. Neither of you moves. You just sit there, wrapped around him, buried in each other.

Your walls clench instinctively, and he emits a broken groan. But he doesn’t move, he doesn't fuck up into you—just presses his face into the crook of your neck and breathes.

This isn’t about sex for either of you. It’s about connection. Closeness. The ache to feel like you still belong to each other. Skin on skin, hearts syncing with every breath, you melt together until you’re not sure where he ends and you begin.

Soobin stays nestled inside your warmth for so long that you begin to lose track of time. His hands draw lazy circles over your back, his lips brushing your shoulder in silent worship. Your arms hang around his neck, holding him close. Every now and then, your walls flutter around him, and he exhales a quiet curse into your skin.

Every moment spent inside you is marked by a kiss—some soft and delicate, others deep and bruising, left like claims on your neck. Soobin's voice is hushed, whispering over and over how much he adores you. His hands roam your body like he's rediscovering it all over again, tracing every dip, outlining the shape of you with his touch. He’s etching you into him.

Eventually, the stillness turns to tension. You shift your hips just slightly and feel him twitch inside you. His breath hitches, and you notice.

“Don’t do that,” Soobin murmurs, voice taught with restraint.

Your faces are pressed close, cheek to cheek. He can feel the graze of your hardened nipples against his chest, your shaky, uneven moans fanning hot against his ear. And suddenly, he’s entirely too aware of you—of how impossibly tight and perfect your body feels around him, like you were made to fit just like this.

"Sorry, Binne." You don’t mean for it to come out as a whimper, but it slips, drenched in need. “I’m just so full…”

You try to remain still, but your eyes are already glassy with want. And when your lips find his again, more desperate this time, he gives in.

He starts to move, gently at first. Rolling his hips into yours like it’s the first time all over again. You can tell he's afraid to shatter the moment, but can’t help needing you more.

Soobin's hand finds your hair, gripping firmly—not to dominate, but to really see you. He pulls back just enough to watch your face, to pass every wave of pleasure back and forth between your eyes. He makes love to you like he’s savoring it, dragging his cock in and out at the perfect angle, hitting your g-spot again and again with a patience that feels more like devotion than control.

But it’s not enough, not with how he feels inside you. How his cock stretches you open just right, how his eyes celebrate every inch of you like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered.

So you shift again—this time intentionally—lifting your hips just slightly before sinking back down. The friction makes your mouth fall open, a soft moan filling the air.

Soobin groans, his hands flying to your waist. “Baby…”

But you’re already moving again. A slow, teasing roll of your hips that pulls breathless curses from his lips. Your hands brace against his chest as you rise onto your knees and start to bounce—gently, at first, letting yourself adjust, letting the stretch fill you again and again. His cock drags along your walls in the most maddening way, kissing your sweet spot again and again.

His fingers dig into your sides, but he doesn’t stop you. He wouldn't dare. Instead, Soobin just watches you with his lips parted, chest rising and falling with every bounce. The expression on his face is pure awe. He can’t believe this is real. Spending time with you has never felt this heavenly. You're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, voice trembling as your thighs work to keep the pace. “So big…”

He sits up more to meet you halfway, arms wrapping around your waist as his mouth finds your chest—kissing, sucking, biting gently at your sensitive skin. Every time you sink down, his cock hits deeper, and the pleasure tightens in your belly like a fuse burning too close to the edge

“Just like that,” he breathes, kissing up your throat. “You ride me so well, baby. So fucking good for me…”

Your movements grow faster, more desperate, chasing the high together. Each bounce has you both gasping, moaning, gripping onto each other like you’ll fall apart if you let go.

His hands slide up your back, anchoring you to him, and when your forehead presses to his, his voice is barely audible.

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Soobin’s thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles that have you squeezing tight around him. The sudden surge of pleasure makes your entire body jolt—your thighs trembling, your rhythm faltering.

“F–fuck!” he cries, his voice cracking as his core tightens beneath you. One hand claws at your back, desperate to ground himself, while the other keeps working your clit, coaxing you closer to the edge with each drawn-out stroke.

Your body trembles in his lap, chest heaving as you ride the crest of sensation. His name leaves your lips in a gasp, hips stuttering as you start to unravel for him. But Soobin doesn’t let up—he leans in, kissing you fervently. His voice is gravelly in your ear.

“That’s it, baby… you’re doing so good. Let go for me. I’ve got you.”

And you do—your whole body shaking as pleasure rips through you, fluttering tight around him, squeezing him so perfectly he groans through gritted teeth. Your forehead drops against his shoulder, breath caught somewhere between a sob and a moan. Soobin holds you through it, murmuring praise into your hair, letting you ride the waves until your hips finally still.

But he’s still hard, still tucked deep inside you. You blink, dazed, and meet his eyes.

“Soobin—”

“Not done,” he breathes, cupping your cheek. “Let me love you a little longer.”

He shifts, lifting you slightly before guiding you down onto your back, never slipping out. His body settles over yours, and he kisses you so slowly you forget how to breathe. It’s not rushed, none of this was. He wants to remember every expression and sound you make beneath him.

Soobin starts to move again, hips rolling deep, cock gliding into you with a drag that has your toes curling. Each thrust is slow yet hard, filling you to the brim. He's making sure you'll feel him for days.

“Still so wet,” he whispers, voice shaking from restraint. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

You nod with teary eyes, hands gripping his shoulders as he begins to fuck you just a little harder—still slow and sensual, but with the kind of focused passion that makes your whole body scream.

His lips find your neck again, then your jaw, then your mouth, speaking softly with his mouth pressed on yours. “Want you to feel everything, baby. Want you to remember this whenever our schedules are busy.”

“Don’t say that,” you whisper, clutching at him.

“I won’t go anywhere,” he promises instantly, fucking into you with a little more urgency. “I’m right here. You’re mine.”

You moan his name again as he rocks into you, shifting his angle just slightly to hit your g-spot head-on. The overstimulation begins to take you over. Your back arches off the bed, and he catches you with one arm wrapped beneath you, pressing your bodies flush together, like even air between you would be too much distance.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, watching your face. “So good for me.”

You barely manage to choke out a response. You’re too full, too overwhelmed, and too wrapped up in the heat of his body and the impulse in his gaze.

He slows again as he nears the edge, you for a second time that night. Thrusts going deeper, heavier, until you’re clutching his hair, pulling him closer, whispering into his ear, “I want you to cum inside.”

Soobin groans deep in his chest at your admission and presses his forehead to yours, breathing unevenly.

“You sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

It only takes a few more slow, grinding thrusts before he’s burying himself to the hilt and pulsing inside you, arms shaking as he holds you close. His lips tremble against yours, his moans drawn out and desperate as he fills you. The inappropriate sounds quickly have your own, blinding orgasm flowing from you with ease.

He still doesn’t pull out.

Instead, he kisses you again, even sweeter, before shifting both of you onto your sides, tangled together, still joined.

You’re panting, but your heart is calm. You feel full in every way, wrapped in his warmth, your body and soul entirely his. Soobin strokes your hair, nose brushing your cheek.

“Stay just like this,” he whispers. “Let me keep you.”

You nod, one leg hiked over his hip, arms tucked against his chest. “Don’t let go.”

“Never,” he murmurs, breath hitching when your walls flutter again. “Fuck. You’re still gripping me so tight…”

You press your face into his neck, smiling softly. “That’s ‘cause I want you to stay.”

He chuckles, fingers tracing your spine. “Then I will. All night, baby. However long you’ll have me.”

You both fall quiet, still connected, warmth shared between flesh. The room feels sacred, filled with love, comfort, and the kind of silence that means everything. You make a mental note to call out of work the next morning.

Soobin stays inside you until you’re both asleep—bodies tangled, time slowed, nothing left to say but everything left to feel.

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TAKE ME AWAY - choi soobin

summary – after breaking up with your cheating boyfriend, who else is there to go to except your best friend soobin? living together has made you come to face your feelings for him. surely he doesn’t feel the same… right?

pairing: choi soobin x reader

word count: 10k

content/warnings: college au, bsfs to lovers, idiots to lovers, alcohol consumption, fluff, minor angst, smut (mdni), nipple play, multiple sex positions, giving head, angsty confession, let me know if i missed anything

author’s note: omg this was supposed to come out way earlier but i was wayy too hungover to post haha. feedback, reblogs and asks are highly appreciated!! enjoy reading my babies <33

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You can’t deal with these sleepless nights anymore.

You’ve grown sick of it — sick of spending every night, hopelessly lying in bed for Kyungbin, who always spent his nights out at bars, trying to get his hands on a different woman every hour while the home-cooked meals you prepared slowly went cold sitting on the dinner table.

Every night, you hoped that he’d change; that one night, he’d finally walk into your shared apartment without the smell of cheap liquor clinging to his clothes or pathetic excuses spilling from his lips. You were never patient, but you spent months waiting for the day he would finally change and return to being the man you once fell in love with.

But hope can only last so long.

Rain patters loudly against the windows as you sit by the sofa. You hadn’t bothered to make dinner today, too sick of Kyungbin’s antics to even try anymore. Your chin rests on your knee, your eyes settling blankly in the direction of the window.

The sound of the door clicking open breaks you out of your thoughts, a familiar dread settling in the bottom of your stomach. When the late nights first started happening, Kyungbin would at least try to be quiet when he came home. But after a few weeks, he stopped attempting to hide his entry, seemingly giving up after being caught so many times.

His footsteps pad through the hallway, abruptly coming to a stop when he catches sight of your figure in the living room.

“Oh, babe, you’re still awake?” His words are slow and slurred, not an ounce of remorse on his tongue. 

“Late night at work again? Like always?” Your tone is sour and sharp, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. You know that the moment you do, you won't be able to stop tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“You know how it is, babe,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m really tired. Let’s just get to bed, yeah?”

A lazy smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he stumbles over to you, hands outstretched to pull you into a hug. 

No, you aren’t going to fall for his stupid antics this time. 

“I'm tired, Kyungbin. Seriously, I can't fucking do this anymore.” 

He steps back, the smile instantly falling from his face. “You’re just tired, sweetheart. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.” He reaches out a hand to touch your shoulder, but you shove it off.

“I’m done with this. Just– just get off me, we’re over.” You almost spat on his face with the harshness of your tone, but you mean every word of it. You stand up from the sofa, brushing past him, swallowing down the lump in your throat. 

You can’t stand being near him anymore — you need to leave.

Kyungbin pulls you back harshly by your wrist before you can escape. Pain envelopes your elbow as you’re forced to look at him.

“This is nonsense. You're not leaving over something so small, are you?”

A humourless laugh tumbles from your lips.

“Something small? Something small? You’ve been fucking cheating on me for the past year and you think that’s something small?”

He just stares at you blankly, and you feel your anger growing from his lack of response.

“I’m not stupid, Kyungbin. You’ve changed– you-you’re not the man that I fell in love with. I don’t even know who the fuck you are anymore. The Kyungbin I loved was charming and funny and loyal, not this. You’ve turned into such a horrible person, and I wish that I had just fucking left earlier. God, you make me sick.”

Your voice is hoarse, and you can’t stop the tears that stream down your face. You spin on your heel and make your way into the bedroom, where a packed bag awaits you on the mattress.

Kyungbin follows you, his voice shaky when he pleads with you. “This is silly, ___. Please, don’t leave. I promise, I’ll change. I won’t go out or drink anymore, I swear. I love you ___, just don’t leave.”

His persuasion might’ve worked on you before, but it doesn’t sway you one bit now. You ignore his empty promises and focus on getting out of the apartment as fast as you can.

The chilly, stale air of the hallway greets you as you shut the door in his face, and it’s not until you reach the elevator that you finally let out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.

You hadn’t planned what to do from here — your main focus had been getting out of that place and away from Kyungbin. But as you press the button to the ground floor, the answer seems obvious:

Soobin’s house — the only other place that felt like home. 

He was your escape from confinement whenever Kyungbin came home late. Soobin was the one you could go to, your shoulder to cry on. 

The one who comforted you with every effort possible, even when he didn’t know what to say — playing your favourite games with you, regardless of it not being his type, and even making you your favourite snacks and meals despite being the worst cook known to man. 

Knocking on the door feels like a chore. You feel like a chore — a burden you hate that Soobin has to carry. But right now, all you want is to just feel safe in his arms.

Imagining his arms softly protecting you from the blow of emotions, stampeding mercilessly on your body. You aren’t surprised when a recurring figure slips through the gaps of the door. Beomgyu —  Soobin’s roommate. 

You and he have talked before, and he's always been more than considerate and welcoming to your once strange and unfamiliar presence in the house. Now, he looks at your drenched self with the demeanour of a worried Maltese, worry etched into the furrow of his eyebrows.

“Are you okay? Come in.” 

Despite the conflicted look on Beomgyu’s face, he speaks warmly, probably noticing your bright red eyes and the tear stains on your cheeks. 

You step inside without a word, your skin flushing from the soothing heat of the kitchen.

Your voice comes out hoarse, weaker than you expected, and the stable facade you had tried to set crumbles immediately. 

“I’m okay, thanks. Is Soobin here?”

He gives you an awkward nod. “He’s in his room down the hallway,” he says, pointing you to the familiar room, light bleeding out from under the door. 

It paints memories of past movie nights, spent distracted by how the light managed to capture Soobin's face perfectly, stunning you instead of watching the movie. This somehow became a recurring series of events that happened too often to count. 

Beomgyu offers you an empathetic smile after pointing you in the direction of Soobin.

You smile too, though it does little to reach your eyes, before stepping past him.

The hallway to Soobin’s bedroom has never felt shorter. It could’ve been you picking up the pace in anticipation of seeing your best friend. Knocking on the door to be polite, but the silence left you no choice but to softly open the door in case he was asleep. The room is dimly lit from the monitor displaying one of his games. He paused the game, taking off his headset. 

Somehow, you always ended up at the Choi estate. There was no reason to be nervous about asking to stay over, yet you were — The pressure of your nails digging into your hand was enough to split your hand in two. Legs twisted into some creative attempt at an acrobatics pose.

“Hey, Soobie.” A common nickname leaves your mouth, his head turns to face you. The empathy is clear on his face. 

Muffled voices bleed from his headphones, cursing and yelling at one another.

“Would it be alright if I stayed here for a while?” Masking your true intent behind why you were here would be useless. Remorseful – that you are so far along in your life, you need help with your living situation. Shame fills your mind.

Even though it’s obvious that he knew something had happened, nerves bundled up, he still had your head facing the floor and fidgeting in anticipation of his answer. 

His smooth, honey-like voice never fails to shock you, soothing any doubt or misconceptions you had about even desiring to intrude on both Soobin and Beomgyu’s homes.

“You don’t need to ask ___. You know you’re always welcome here.” The weight of comfort from the words, tears, and emotions overwhelms you again.

His arms embrace you, soothing the tears spilling down your cheeks. He lets you cry into his shoulder, gently cradling your head until your hiccups finally come to a close. 

“Don’t cry, please., I can't bear to see you upset.” You appreciate his words of comfort.

“I’ll start the shower for you.” His arms drop from around you, and his feet pad along the tiles as he enters the bathroom to start the shower. His eyes look back at you, upset from crying, furrowed brows, and the creases on his forehead that are so harsh they might give him wrinkles, but they spoke more than words.

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As you leave the bathroom, steam continues to flow into the bedroom. Sitting at the desk was Soobin, turning off his computer and placing any excess books into their proper place. You remember the day in your first year of college, when your eyes made their way around the lecture hall, wandering to him.

In that moment, he had honored you with the grace of his gentle smile, the one that made his eyes disappear into crescent moons and decorated his cheeks with soft dimples, the one you grew to love and cherish in your heart over the years. 

Over time, you started seeing the space between his lips grow wider, bearing a toothy smile. 

As he fell to the floor, he played as much of a part in his life as he did. You knew you had been happier since you met Soobin. Uncontrollable chortles escaping your lungs every time you're with him. A soul-safe feeling, letting you flee anything and everything.

His hands softly slipping over the pages, creating lines over the book, which looked like it had only been touched once, explaining the bookmark was to the cover, into his small bookshelf in the corner of the room. Neat but overflowing with books untouched, gathering dust.

It reminds you of the library you often studied in together, or rather, procrastinated by exploring the selection of books.

 “It just hasn't caught my attention yet-” He retorts to your unspoken thoughts of ‘ He’s never going to touch that book’. It's not unusual for him to get carried away in a rant, especially when it's spent explaining himself. It’s endearing, and you can’t help but listen intently. His voice captivates you any time you hear it, a melody that instantly sticks with you. Your favourite song on repeat.

“It’s okay, Soobin. You can relax, I’m going to sleep on the couch, so sleep well, goodnight.” You take your leave, phone in hand, to the living room. He climbs into his bed, and you feel the click of the door shut. You make your way into the living room and sit down on the couch, sinking into the fluffy pillows. 

A message pops up on your phone.

Soobin 🤍: I’ll be here to talk when you are ready.

Soobin 🤍: Goodnight ___.

Using the remainder of your brain power to react to the message, deeply appreciating the offer but needing sleep more than reflection over all the events which weighed down on your energy, you let yourself drift off into slumber. 

The sound of cutlery scraping as it’s set on the coffee table beside you pulls you out of your sleep. Your eyes flutter open, and you look around drearily, blinking at the harshness of the sunlit room.

Eventually, you lift your eyes from the floor to Soobin's face, full of seemingly unwavering empathy, still from the night before.

Your voice comes out hoarse from not having spoken in a few hours. “Soobin?”

“Sorry, I had to wake you. I ordered food for breakfast, but I have a lecture soon. I’ll be back as soon as I can. and don't feel afraid to take anything you need, and you know your way around anyway.” He says in a hushed tone, wary not to overload you with information as you wake up. 

Leaving you with a smile before leaving, with his hands on his knees, giving him the boost he needs to get up. He walks out the door, waving just before closing it.

The silence was irritating, you prop your back on the armrest and start eating the French toast that Soobin had ordered. Skimming through your phone and TV channels, no matter what the genre was, none filled your void of boredom. 

Transporting you to where you are, Soobin's bed. The cotton scent from his freshly washed sheets can overwhelm any overwhelming emotions in your brain and give you a chance to relax. Incense fitting the aroma matched with the beige designs that should look cramped and overused, but they didn’t. 

The clothes left on his desk hadn't been put away, so he decided it was a useful way to spend the boring hour you had left. Carefully folding each item and placing it into drawers somehow became an energy-consuming chore.

What caught your attention was the jacket messily placed in the corner of his closet. Reading: Hybe high school graduate 2019, Choi Soobin. He sure had grown a lot in 6 years, There's no way this would even fit him. “Some growth spurt he had,” a mix of shock and sarcasm evident in your voice, shocked at the size of the jacket compared to his newest collection of knitwear sweaters. 

Despite the jacket being too small for Soobin, it still managed to be your size. Your arms fall into the holes of the jacket, as you had expected; it's a good fit. As your boredom is washing back over you, you let yourself fall back onto his bed and continue to fill your mind through hours of screen time. Not realising, as you slip into a soft slumber, letting your mind wander without consciousness. 

“I’m home— Oh?” Soobin seems to have expected you to still be on the couch, wandering in search of you, noticing the faint trails from the housework you had done —  The counters cleaned, shelves dusted, and finally entering the heated room, he realised his clothes were put away by none other than you.

His eyes linger on you, softly asleep. Not a moment spent before he notices the jacket you were wearing. He puts his bag down and shuts the door as quietly as possible before placing himself at the dining table with his mind racing. His head leaned on his hands, and it was only a few minutes after, Beomgyu returned home. 

“I'm home-, Soobin, god, you scared me dude.” he slaps his shoulder and laughs it off, Soobin lying still, almost as if he's composing himself. “Okay, weirdo, what's up with you now?” Beomgyu huffs, sitting himself down at the table, wondering what possibly could have happened in the time he was gone.

He composed himself another time before even attempting to explain what he was feeling, shaking off what he was feeling. “So, basically, I came home expecting to see her asleep on the couch, or I don't even know. She cleaned up and somehow ended up putting the clothes away in my room. I walked in and there she was, asleep on my bed, in my high school grad jacket. I don't even- I felt a way I shouldn't have, and she's my best friend. I saw her differently from how friends should see each other; Platonic! I'm a complete weirdo!” His face looks panicked, Red from embarrassment, hot enough it could set the fire alarm off.

Beomgyu scoffs. “I can't believe this..” He starts laughing at Soobin in its entirety. The entire ridiculousness and absurdity of the situation baffles him. “I mean, seriously, you don't realise the look you give her. You look ready to sacrifice everything for her to be happy and be with her. Yesterday, you almost went insane seeing her cry! If that doesn't mean anything, then love isn't real anymore!” He goes to exclaim this in Soobin’s oblivious face, but lowers his volume, remembering you were in a room not too far away. Soobin had lost it at this point, both his head and mind racing, leaving no space to think of anything else.

“Me. I am not. No? Why would I be? We are just friends. I guess it's felt different recently, but not in any-” He’s yet again managed to get into a loop of ranting, searching for an explanation to prove his point, but before he can even get anywhere else, Beomgyu cuts in.

“She's just a friend? Really? Come on. You're in love with her. It doesn't take an idiot to find that out.” Beomgyu sighs at Soobin’s denial and leaves for his bedroom. Leaving Soobin to face his thoughts yet again. Sitting at the table, trying to find any reason to deny the reality Beomgyu had thrown in his face, confining his mind to this single thought. He liked you.  Leaving him with only one excuse. You didn't like him back. 

It wasn't even another hour before you woke up from your sleep, feeling refreshed. You put the jacket back into his closet and emerged into the bright room. The instant smell of ramen from the kitchen hit you. Not even realising how hungry you were, you made your way to the kitchen and leaned on the counter.

“Hey, I was just about to wake you up for dinner. Come sit.” Soobin delivers the bowls to the table, both sitting down and eating in silence, it wasn't like the normal cosy silence. It was awkward. He kept fidgeting and avoided eye contact to look at the walls he suddenly seemed to be intrigued by.

You decide not to question his unusual behaviour, assuming something happened, and decide to just keep eating dinner. After you sit down on the couch, scrolling through notifications and texts, you dread replying to his message. Kyungbins message. 

“Please come back, baby, I love you so much.”

“You're just being silly, you know nothing happened with those girls.”

“Get back here right now. I've had enough with your nonsense.”

“You know I don't mean to get angry, right? I just worry about you.”

You laughed at the sheer amount of nonsense he was spewing. Spilling out any reason or excuse he could, like a drooling child.  To think, after the many times this had happened, that you were still so naive. Your finger hits the blocked button, and you feel the weight lift off your shoulder. 

“Finally blocked him?” Beomgyu sits down, watching what's on the TV while making small talk with you. He runs his hand through his hair and relaxes into the comfy couch. You were glad there was someone who wasn't awkward for no reason in this house.

“Yes, Even though I broke up with his ass and he still is trying to get me back. I've been over him a long time, anyway. I'm just relieved it's over.” He hums approvingly in response to your disposal of your ex. “By the way, did something happen with Soobin? He's been acting weirdly since earlier.” You question, and Beomgyu acts as if he expected this.

“I just said something to him earlier, he's trying to deny it or whatever. He’ll come around, don't worry.” You feel relieved that you didn't do anything to make Soobin uncomfortable. Still curious as to what it was that made Soobin so awkward, Beomgyu was unwilling to elaborate. You decide not to push it.

Doing off to whatever TV brain rot you had mindlessly playing in the background while you let your mind wander, intrigued by his awkwardness and the whole secret of it from both of them. You feel your consciousness slipping into the soft cushions, not trying to fight it. 

Beomgyu notices you fast asleep, heading to Soobin's room, where he sits playing his games.

“You should go fetch your girlfriend off the couch. She seems exhausted.”

“She's not my-ugh whatever. Alright. I'll go get her. You should go to bed, it's already past 1 am.” Giving up on arguing, he knows Beomgyu’s a tease and arguing won't get him anywhere. 

Soobin looked as if he was about to head off to bed, walked into the sitting room, and sprawled across the couch uncomfortably with drool slipping down your face.

“God, how did she even..” He laughed quietly before snapping a photo of you that he'd never let you live down. Picking you up as neatly as he could, attempting not to wake you from the messy slumber. Successfully having picked you up, he brings you to his bed. Tucking you in before turning off the lights and getting into bed himself.

Still feeling drowsy, you open your eyes to Soobin lying beside you. Bodies facing each other, and his arm under your head. Oh. God. How did you end up here? Was it not awkward yesterday? Why does he look so good right now? How does his face look so perfect asleep, hair lying messy but perfect? Along with those lips of his, lying parted and plump. Kissable, even, but that's your best friend. You bury your urges to kiss him at this moment, letting yourself lean back into the comfortable bed. A few minutes later, Soobin, who must have felt you staring for longer than you should've, woke up.

“Finally woken up, you lazy lump? You slept all of yesterday,” He remarks in his usual joking tone. I guess he’s gotten over whatever made him feel awkward yesterday. You lie back, stretching yourself across the bed.

“Sorry, I was supposed to sleep on the couch. Wait, how did I even end up here?” You looked at Soobin for an answer, but you only saw his face turned away. You could see his ears flaming up red.

“I just lifted you, and besides, clearly you didn't sleep well on the couch. So, I brought you here.” Despite his ears being bright red, he tried to play it off like it was nothing.

“Oh, Thanks for helping me to bed.” You shrugged it off, but you couldn't help feel that pang in your chest. He might think everything you did together was nothing, maybe he had thought there were no romantic feelings involved. You might only ever be friends. 

Not long after, Soobin got up and went for a shower. Leaving you to bear the burden of your emotions. From what it seemed, he thought nothing of it. Simply being embarrassed by the fact that he had to pick you up without you knowing. That's nothing, though, and he thinks of it as nothing.

You decided to bring it upon yourself and make pancakes for yourself, Soobin, and Beomgyu. 

The three of you sat down to savour the food. Enjoying the food creates a silence only filled with chewing and the sound of cutlery against the plates. Too hungry to start nagging about each screech of forks.

You had your lecture earlier than Soobin and Beomgu, so you quickly got dressed and headed out, avoiding being late and having to sit right at the front. Walking into the lecture hall, Taehyun waves you to the seat beside him. 

Taehyun was a friend from high school. You had met him through some of your friends in your old class. Many people you don't talk to anymore, but you and Taehyun had somehow managed to keep in contact and coincidentally went to the same college.  Leading you to talk more often, and you often see him and Beomgyu hanging out since he took a coding elective with Beomgyu. They had gotten close recently, and Taehyun even introduced some of his friends to Beomgyu and Soobin. Though I haven't met them, I’ve heard great things about them. Both of them are well-known on the campus.

 Yeonjun and Heuning Kai. Everyone knew them as the famous students from the arts department. Yeonjun was a performance major specializing in dancing, while Kai was a music major. They were both seriously talented and well known for that on the campus.

“How’s it going at Soobin and  Beomgyu’s house?” Taehyun was one of the few people who knew everything about the situation from start to finish. He had constantly gotten updates from you about your life, so of course, you had to debrief him about your breakup before he came in. 

“It's been fine? Not much, to be honest. The days go fast, and it's comfy.” You said this casually, deciding not to bring up any of the events from yesterday that still stir around in your mind.  It wasn't important, apparently it only mattered and affected you.

“Oh really? That's not what Beomgyu told me?” He remarked sarcastically, knowing he had caught you out.

“Of course, he told you. Betrayal.” You groaned in frustration, rolled your eyes jokingly, and prepared yourself to give him the full.

Explaining the events of the night, getting too frustrated by everything that happened,  you managed to be out of breath from the ranting. “I still can't believe I let him do all that to me, I hate him. So much.” 

 Taehyun looked shocked from the amount of energy and hand signals put into that rant. He only looks amused before glaring at you.

“Both of you are so hopeless, I can't be with you. He doesn't hate you. I'm sure of it, and please stop overthinking. My head feels like it's in an endless cycle every time you go on an overthinking rant.” He shrugs your panic off before he remarks.

“You like Soobin, right? It doesn't seem like he hates you, and you're closer than most people's best friends, and you adore being around him, and what you do casually means more to you than ‘best friend activities. ’ He's too much of an observer not to notice how you feel towards Soobin, not that you were entirely hiding it. You didn't deny what he said, and thought about the fact that you thought of Soobin differently compared to your other friends.

Despite not liking physical affection that much, you never declined one of Soobin's bear hugs when you felt sad or needed one. You never shied away from playing with his hair, while he was lying down, or those weirdly stretchy cheeks of his. He was the one willing to take me in and talk about any problems you had. He always listened and comforted you. Even though he could get a bit crazy when hating on those who hurt you. You never felt pressured to tell Soobin what was making you upset, but he made sure you knew he was always there to support you. Those glances were stolen from each other for longer than they should have. Along this train of thought, you realise you haven't even filled him in on what was happening, but despite his subtle curiosity, he hasn't asked. ‘I’ll tell him later,’ you thought.

“You should at least tell Soobin how you feel. When the time suits best, of course, I don't want to be the one having to deal with you fawning over him. Taehyun was now focused on the lecture; you hadn't even noticed when the professor had walked in. You decided to put aside your love life and focus on your studies.

The end of the lecture wrapped up with the packing up of laptops and the door being opened for fleeing students heading home or to their next lecture. You and Taehyun still had a while before your next lecture, which Soobin also took. Mutually agreeing you were hungry from all the statistics from the previous hour, you made your way to the food court, where you got some snacks and talked. Two familiar figures approach: Soobin and Beomgyu. After admitting to your love interest in Soobin, you can't help but bury your head. 

‘I can’t believe the guy I played games with, stayed with, and called my best friend is the person I love. If this turns into a disaster, I don't know what I'll do.’ You lift your head to see Soobin and Beomgyu sitting down at the table. You are glad Taehyun and Beomgyu were here. You don't know if you are able to face Soobin alone in your current state. He sat there in one of his new knitwear jumpers and jeans. The most basic outfit still manages to make him look so hot. 

Don't even get you started on those glasses, the ones that drive me crazy. You turn back to your breakfast bar and finish eating, before Soobin notices you admiring every bit of him like a desperate dog admiring the food set on the table. Eating quickly and engaging with the conversation, which, while you were daydreaming, had somehow moved on to coding. Thankfully, you had time to collect yourself while Soobin and Beomgyu talked about their game. You played it from time to time, but it never really caught your attention. Taehyun, who also played from time to time, chimed in. 

You had almost forgotten that Soobin, Taehyun, and Beomgyu played games with Yeonjun and Kai, too. They must be close to hearing them scream at each other through the headsets countless times while you were at their house. 

As it was almost time for your lecture to start. You, Soobin, and Taehyun headed for the lecture hall. 

Arriving at the lecture hall, silent with a few stray students on laptops, settling down to claim the seats you had socially named as yours, taking out your laptop for the class, and talking until the professor came in. The rest of the day flew by, and you headed home before you knew it. Thankfully, the walk home was short, and though sometimes you appreciated the scenic route. Today was not the day for that, and you were able to make it in no time. The hunger of only having breakfast and a snack hits you. Starting the rumbling throughout your body. Which leads you to where you are now. Making a salmon stir-fry for dinner. It smelled delicious, the music playing, and the streaks of sun coming in through the blinds made you appreciate everything. Soobin and Beomgyu arrived home together. Beomgyu was hurrying to take a shower so he could eat. Soobin, on the other hand, sat himself down on the island and watched you while you finished up the recipe. 

“Smells good,” He comments as he runs his hand through his overgrown bangs, not realising how good he looks. Maybe you're just biased, but he looks good doing most things. 

“I’m glad, it's been a while since I tried a new recipe. Hopefully it tastes as good as it smells.” Focusing on Soobin and not your cooking, your hand accidentally hits the pan, burning you and making you wonder in pain. 

He rushed over, taking your hand in his, examining the burn, and holding your hand under the tap.  Linked to you not leaving at any point, rubbing back and forth on the other side of your palm to comfort you from the pain.  It almost feels like the pain was never there, only the shock and embarrassment from the guy you like holding your hand and acting all caring. It might end up killing you. 

The pain subsides, and you suddenly remember the reason all this happened.

 The food. 

“Soobin, Turn off the hob!” You point to the hob as he runs over in a panic, seeing all your hard work potentially go to waste. Thankfully, it had not been burnt, and once the food was no longer at risk of being burnt, the two of you burst out into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. 

“I can't believe so many things just happened in 20 seconds,” Soobin laughs while wiping the tears out of your eyes. Your hands are holding your stomach from the laughter, hurting your stomach. Winding up the muscles in your stomach and face gives them both cramps. 

Beomgyu arrives downstairs, rolling his eyes. “Okay, love bird, I’m hungry. Can we eat, please?”

He whines, and you see Soobin shoot him a look of ‘Be quiet’. You almost had forgotten how hungry you were until your stomach, causing another wave of laughter. Soobin, despite being banned from the kitchen, plated the food while you and Beomgyu sat down at the island and talked.

“Oh, right, Yeonjuns having a party this weekend. Do you both want to come?” He asked as Soobin set down the plate, knowing Soobin, he would say no as the homebody he is-

“I’ll go if you're going.” The shock and excitement must have shown when he said he would come. Letting your head spin around, facing him with bulging eyes. ‘Did Soobin just say that? Did I hear that right?�� Regardless of whether you misheard, you weren't going to pass up the chance to go to the party. Yeonjun was known for his parties, despite the chaos, they were the place to be. Now having Soobin to go with, it will be even more fun.

“Yeah, of course I'll go. If that's good with Yeonjun anyway.” You say muffled as you put your fork full of noodles into your mouth. Beomgyu was on dishwashing duty tonight as Soobin had done it before. The two of you sat down to play some games. Finally deciding on the household staple of Smash bros, which always ultimately ends up in screaming. The three of you spent hours playing rounds upon rounds of the game, until all three of you were tired of launching pillows to distract each other.

 The night ended with you and Soobin lying down in his bed, talking, deciding you had kept the breakup from him long enough. You decided to tell him what had happened the night you arrived at his house. 

“So basically, you already know of Kyungbin making excuses for him going to the bar after work and how he always said he was just ‘working late.’. Even though both knew he wasn't, I still stayed with him until I had had enough of him when he came home in the middle of the night a few days ago. I stayed awake to properly confront him, and I don't know, I just prepared myself to leave him. I confronted him about it, and he denied it so many times. I was fed up and told him I was leaving, but he pulled me back and said I was being silly and stupid. Then I left. He tried to text me, but I blocked him. Seems like he's run off to his bar girls.” You hadn't even noticed Soobin's head buried in his hand, trying to compose himself after hearing what happened. He looked ready to curse out Kyungbin. 

“I’m glad you left him but damn. How did you manage to start?. For so long. I would've been in jail for what I would've done to that man if he did anything like that to me.”  He clenches his fist and swings it around dramatically to show how mad he is. Imitating what he would do to Kyungbin if he were here.

“I’m glad I have you, Soobin, thank you for letting me stay here.” You smiled appreciatively and tucked yourself into bed. 

“I wouldn't want you anywhere else.” He spoke as you both dozed off.

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It was finally the night of the party. Hair let down to perfection, and wearing the nicest outfit you could find. Consisting of a navy blue top with lace details along the chest. It was a corset bodice top paired with a black mini skirt and knee-high black boots. You exit the bathroom, which was now filled with an increasing amount of your products day by day. Soobin was by the door with Beomgyu, both wearing jeans and some variation of a dress shirt. 

It might’ve been your imagination, but it seems like Soobin's gaze lingered on you much longer than it should have, until it was broken by Beomgyu making sure everyone was ready to go as the taxi was outside. It was dark out now, but as they arrived at the party, you could hear the music as you stepped out of the car. The sound of chatter from outside, muffled by music, made the excitement in you bubble up to the max. 

As you entered the house, Yeonjun greeted you warmly, bringing Soobin, Beomgyu, and you into a friendly greeting hug. Pulling you in while holding his drink in the air, careful not to spill it on you. 

“Yo, glad you all could make it,” he says, laughing happily, probably from having a bit too much to drink, showing you into the bustling hallways, the living room, and the dining room. He brings you to the island in the kitchen where Taehyun and Kai were sitting with a few more of their friends, seemingly in their classes from how close they were. 

He held out his hand to shake yours, introducing himself. He seemed very sweet. By the looks of it, both Yeonjun and Kai were very popular, and the looks of other girls in the room fawning over them. 

Needing a drink to get rid of the awkward atmosphere with these people you didn't know led you to the drink table, mixing and pouring whatever you could find into the typical red party cups. Soobin came over beside you, getting himself a drink that looked much more appetizing. On any other occasion, you might have gone for something with less alcohol, but you wanted to be gone by the end of this. The first sip of the concoction you brewed almost made you gag, but as the sips went on, you felt it kick in and went up to join some other girls you had talked to a bit who were in your class. One of them was Chaewon, a law major, taking an international business course with you in your first year, and you got to know each other a bit. Stumbling your way over to her, and jumping up and down despite being able to feel the drinks move around in your stomach, you were going to live up to every moment tonight. 

Soobin, on the other hand, sat on the sofa, lounging with friends from clubs he was in or even high school, sipping on his drink slowly. His eyes linger on you a bit too long, and with Kai sitting beside him, he can't help but notice.

“Is she your girlfriend?” He asks calmly enough, and by his tone, he was expecting a yes.

“Oh no, she's just a friend.” The flustered expression left on his face exposed him, leaving him on show with his emotions. He has fallen hard. The way his eyes watched you, making sure you didn't drink too much. 

After what seemed like a few minutes but was probably over an hour, sobering up, you decide to go over to the table again. Filling up a new mix of whatever was left on the table, chugging and repeating. Soobin noticed this pattern, and after however many times you were at the table, he came over and confiscated your cup.

“What the hell..? Get your own drink.” Going to grab another cup knowing well it was a bad idea, but not giving a damn. The house was still packed, and it was early into the next day, so Soobin dragged you away from the table, looking at you. Out of your mind, you didn't even know what that look meant.

“You know damn well I didn't take your drink because I wanted some, you're already gone.” He pulls you away to the seats and drinks your mixture himself. The disgust is evident on his face. It's true, it's horrible.

Not wanting to spend the night sitting down, you drag Soobin into the packed area, pulling him along and jumping to the music. The lights were wildly flashing and illuminating his face. He was looking at you and no one else — his pupils, dilated from intoxication, dancing around your face in patterns, flicking from feature to feature. Scanning you like you’re a stranger. It was like you were the only one in this claustrophobic room.

Eyes locked with his movements and heartbeat linked as if you were one person, gripping his unwilling to let go while you continued to dance. He wanted you there with him, it's the whole reason he came. Somehow, his words show the chance of you meaning anything to him. Almost as if he were torturing you, not letting you hear the words you most desired at this moment. 

You wish time froze in the moment. It was perfect.

The peace never lasted long, and the front door opened, welcoming some familiar faces.

Kyungbin and an unknown, making their way into the party. Much later than everyone else, unsurprisingly, as he was always late.

Your eyes meet Kyungbin's, and the aghast reaction must give away that something was wrong. Soobin quickly turned around to see that bastard's face, explaining why you were left stunned, standing out in the crowd of people moving. He knew how conflicted you must feel, trying to have a good time, while seeing someone who made you feel like the worst. The entire existence of Kyungbin was hypocritical to you, your goals, and everything you stood for. The two of you never worked. 

That being besides the point right now, he was focused on keeping your attention away from Kyungbin. Grabbing your arm, pulling you out of a trance, lifting it, and jumping up and down to the beat of the music. It worked. You were smiling at him, jumping up and down to keep your attention away from him. It lasted a while, until Kyungbin was dragged onto the floor by the girl he was with. How has he managed to ruin so many moments in your life? Even this one that was so perfect only a few minutes ago. Spotting him dancing, he sends you the dirtiest look anyone could. 

Soobin spots this, turns you to face the opposite direction, having him face Kyungbin instead, not refraining from sending the most warning look he could cough up without you seeing. Knowing it would only make you feel worse, getting Soobin in bad relations because of you. 

Kyungbin somehow managed to be even closer to you, close enough you could hear his voice over the booming music. Knowing you were near, he was being obnoxious and made sure you knew he was there without even looking. He wanted you to know he was happy without you, trying to make you regret it. The uncomfortable tension in the room only felt by you, made all energy plummet — your body standing with your arms limp by your side, and your face devoid of any emotion, anything you felt earlier was the opposite. Feeling sick at the thought of the guy, you had been removed from your life - any contact was removed, setting you free, but once again, you were trapped in his cage.

Soobin didn't let this happen, your face made him even more frustrated. He wasn't going to make a scene for your sake, but god did he want to give him a good telling off, and if it came to it, he was willing to fight. As long as you're happy, it doesn't matter. He decided it was for the better if he wasn't confronted, but he wasn't going to sit there and do nothing about it.

“Sorry, I'm going to do something and I want you to trust me. Focus on me.” He leans down cheek to cheek, Skin burning at his touch, not knowing what he was scheming, but you could feel the smirk against your cheekbone. You trusted him, of course, but couldn't help but wonder what he was about to do. 

“You should already know I trust you no matter what, Soobin.” You lean near his shoulder, making sure he can still hear you through the music. While keeping what's said private, hopefully, he’s not going to be stupid.

You feel his arms drop onto your hips, guiding them as they sway to the music. Leaning into his body and holding on to him, holding on to him as he fended away every situation that attempts to harm you. Your behaviour didn't go unnoticed by other people in the room, but maybe it was the lighting. At least you knew what you felt. Swaying back and forth with your arms on his shoulders, and his on your hips. Smiling at you and whispering in your ear.

“It’ll be over soon. Don't worry. Kyungbin looks so annoyed he might tear up the place.” He laughs at his scheme of sending Kyungbin away, thankfully, a success.

Right. You thought. It wasn't real. None of this was real; all just a ploy to get rid of the mood killer, to make you more comfortable so you could get back to partying. He was just doing a favour for you, of course. Your best friend, Soobin. Caring like he would for anyone in need. The tears start to swell up in your eyes, the distance between you and Soobin was small, giving you no choice but to have your face stuffed into his shoulder. Leaving you no choice but to stick with his plan until it's over. Kyungbin thankfully leaves soon after, dissipating the tension in the room. The rock in your stomach from everything Soobin said. 

I like him. Love him, but I don't want to do that in silence, it's so conflicting. He helps me in every way and leaves me with words like ‘it's nothing’. 

The tears filled your eyes, building faster than you had expected. You needed to get out of this situation as fast as possible, one thing after another, never letting you get a break. 

“I’m just going outside to get some fresh air.” Before you even let him reply, you make your escape through the front door faster than a mouse at first sight of a cat. Only flashing a smile at him, not allowing him a moment to comprehend what was going on. Walking on the pavement, mind wandering with the fresh air blowing on your skin, the fresh air did not help subside the thoughts, and how hurt you felt. He didn't even know how you felt, mainly because of your fault for not telling him, but that wasn't an option. You shouldn't feel this way; boundaries for friends are being broken right now. Most of all, you don't ever want to risk losing him. The thought of it alone will be the death of you. Having walked far enough you head back in the direction of the house, still not prepared to head back in you create a wal route around the area, every once in a while the wave of emotions hit and you start choking on your breath, any prior knowledge on how to breathe was taken from you and left you sobbing - Eyes red, and tears staining your cheeks. Regardless of your reasoning not to love him, you were trapped, continuously being reeled back into his world.

The night couldn't be any more dramatic, but when you have your luck, there is no telling what could happen. 

It wasn't until the rain stopped. Only above you, as if time itself had stopped only for you, no longer getting wet, but the world around you kept moving and pouring down. Looking to see what it was and the umbrella being held as shelter above you by an unknown, piqued your curiosity.

It was Soobin.

Of course it was.

“It's pouring rain, Soobin, why are you here?” You hadn't expected him to come looking for you, but as always, he exceeded your expectations. You weren't prepared to see him, and it showed again by the tears in your eyes, the surprise and unexpectedness of the situation never helped.

The rain fell incessantly, causing your voice to be louder than needed.

“I didn't know where you went, and you were gone a while.” He says in relief before he sees the tears on your cheeks.

“What's wrong, please? I’m sorry I put my hands on you, I wanted to get rid of Kyu-” Soobin said, voice soft, rasping in desperation, thinking once again that he was the problem, that he did something wrong. 

“That's not it, Soobin. It's got nothing to do with that.” Your voice ringing through the empty street, with rain piling down relentlessly.

“What is it then? Did something happen while I was gone? What's wrong, please? Both of your voices are rising from the tension. He's upset that you are sad, and you're frustrated at not being able to tell him how you feel.

“What's wrong is that I shouldn't be in love with you!” astonished at your unexpected confession, you let your tears flow, and the breathy sobs built up again. 

“You love me?” His lips parted in shock, the surprise stunning him. “You're not joking, right?” 

“No. No, I'm not.” You managed to steady your tone, firmly expressing how you feel. If he is going to reject you, then you're going to take it. His lips lift into a soft smile, admiring you as a whole. You stand there, your most vulnerable emotions thrown at Soobin. Ready to face his rejection.

Before you know it, the rain resumes 

again, letting the umbrella slip from his grasp, making a thud as it falls on the pavement. Rain seeping into your clothes, soaking into you and your body. His desperate lips are linked with yours, his hands spreading all over your body. You couldn't care less about the rain right now. His lips were hypnotizing you. You wanted him. You wanted more. Every nip of the lips and push to get more of each other captivated you even more. 

 One pushing you into the kiss more, and his other hand slides around your waist, goosebumps forming on every part of your body that he touches. Both rocking your lips to the rhythm, synonymously agreed upon. Bringing your hand to the side of his head and brushing your hand through small bits of hair. Desperate to cut distance that didn't exist, you pushed your lips against his ravagely, sensing this. He smiles into the kiss, leaning you back to take control while holding you. Breaking away to breathe, he smiles overjoyed, lips looking bruised already, maybe he's gone too rough with him.

“I love you so much, and I have for a long time.” He holds you in his arms and leans into you, sighing in relief.

“You like me? Out of everyone, you chose me.” Overwhelmed with everything happening, you don't know how to respond.

“There would never be anyone else. It has always been you, and forever will be.” Leaving you breathless, shaken even. Pinching yourself to make sure this isn't a dream. 

It wasn't. 

He loved you.

Choi Soobin loved you.

“Take me away?” You pleaded, there wasn't anything you wanted more than to be with Soobin at home right now. You wanted him all to yourself, maybe it was the fact that he was finally yours.

“I'm glad you asked. I’m getting a bit desperate, and I'm up with that party anyway.” He pulls out his phone to call a cab, the rain still working to form puddles, but neither of you cares. 

Standing hand in hand before the cab arrived. Not letting go, even to unlock the door, which was done masterfully in an effort to get into the house as fast as possible. Spinning you into his arms and smiling. This is what you dreamed of, and you could not be happier. Giggling while being attacked with kisses from your temple, trailing down to your collarbone. 

“Do you want to go to bed or do it on the couch?” He asks desperately, waiting half a second before you reply. 

“Go to bedroom you idiot, Beomgyu vould walk through the door on us fucking.” Knocking on his brain jokingly to see if it was empty. The desperation was getting to you, dragging him by his hand down the hallway. Forgetting to take off your shoes after being ambushed at the door, leading to you quickly kicking them off. 

Turning to face him, letting yourself be vulnerable in front of him, and letting him do whatever he wants. Interlocking lips once again, his arms running up and down your back before he decides to hook onto the hem of your shirt. Allowing him access by lifting your arms, pulling it off. 

Leaving you with your bra on, you take it upon yourself to take it off, not before realising he was staring. Unclothed from the hips up. Tugging on his shirt, he pulls it off with no hesitation before grabbing you and putting you on the bed. Reconnecting the mouths together, tasting every inch of your mouth, and savouring it. 

He wanted you so badly.

 He needed you right now.

You needed him too, “Don’t hold back, please, I need you.” 

Your words make him go insane, he knows how badly you want him, and you aren't going to let that go unshown tonight. He cups one of your breasts in his hand, pinching the nipple slightly. Holding your lips together, letting his hand down towards your skirt, and pulling it down, off you. Leaving you breathless in your underwear.

“I haven't even done anything yet, baby. You sure you're gonna be alright?” He laughs to himself, and you glare at him. Not a second later, you decided you weren't going to take any of this. Reaching down to his pants an unzipping his fly, getting access to his cock. Catching him off guard and pulling his boxers down, just enough so you can let him, now fully erect cock out. 

He was bigger than you thought. Lightly bringing your hand to his cock, spitting in your hand as you let your half fall up and down, taking your time to watch every reaction he gives. He whines, moans, and pleads for you to speed up and help him. 

Take him in your mouth, adjusting to his size before you start bobbing your head up and down. Catching off guard by the sound of his breathy moans, the sight of him was a masterpiece; he was so perfect. His slim figure is still surrounded by muscle.

 Having composed himself, he latched his hand onto your hair, lightly helping you go faster. He was close and desperate. Pulling your head back and forth, and a sloppier but fast pace, gagging as he hit the back of your throat before he pulled out. Letting his cum seep on to the floor. Not letting the subject in his mind change from the fact you just sucked him off. 

“I can't believe you just did that.” He scoffs in disbelief. 

“Did you like it?” You reply, teasing him, further adding to his embarrassment.

“You know I did, you don't even know how many times I've thought of you doing that

. Now I’ll take my turn in pleasing you .” With that, he lays you down on the bed, joining your lips together once again, sloppily using the rhythm, lips clashing back and forth. Applying just enough pressure to show how desperate each of you was, without clashing teeth.  His hand makes its way down to your underwear and takes it off by the band, letting his hand feel how wet you were, before slowly inserting a finger into you.

“Oh god, Soobin,” you moan out into the kiss, getting more and more desperate as he quickens up the pace. Your head tipping back, mouth parting, letting the pleasure ring through your voice. Rolling his fingers to reach the deepest parts of you, making sure you reach euphoric heights of pleasure. Not before he pulls out his hand, leaving you empty and whining for more.

“Don't worry. It’ll be even better now and you won't get hurt, Hopefully” Taking off his jeans and letting his cock free, still fully erect despite you sucking him off earlier. Where had this timid boy from earlier gone, never complaining to see a new side of him, but this was unexpected. He had prepared for this day just in case. He was down bad for you, rolling a condom on him, opening your legs, giving him full access despite how humiliating it felt for him to be looking at you so vulnerable. 

“Let me know when to start moving, okay? Don't be afraid to tell me to stop,” Slowly entering his cock, feeling yourself tightening around him from how big he was, Realising it was only the beginning and he was only about halfway in, you tap him and give yourself time to breathe.

“Oh god, you're so tight. I'll go wherever you are ready.” Kindly give yourself time to adjust and breathe, waiting a minute and preparing yourself for the back pain tomorrow. 

“You can go now.” Taking a deep breath in preparation, Soobin who notices this latches on to you again, pushing his cock into you slowly, not forcing too much upon you. While attempting to distract you with his soft lips. Maybe it was working. Starting to pick up the pace, he takes your nipple into his mouth, supplying you with infinite amounts of pleasure. He was too good at this. 

“Please, oh my god. You're so good.” Not even understand what you were begging for, but you wanted it. All of it, not caring whether you are being greedy. You wanted all of him. Picking up the pace fueled by his desperation, he creates marks along your neck, slowly making his way down to your collarbone. Bruising it, marking you as his.  The greed in the room wasn’t relevant to you alone. You could see it in his eyes, and the pace he moved his hips, searching for every place to make you see stars. The moans released from your mouth were anything but quiet. Who could be quiet with Soobin inside you? Never failing to make your legs shake from every movement, keeping a steady pace. 

“I'm close, baby.”  The desperation grows as you praise him, his grunts growing in volume every second. You, too, were close, legs beginning to shake harder and harder each time, finally getting a euphoric wave sending you straight to heaven. Soobin threw his head back as he released his seed. Falling onto you. Never failing to miss an opportunity to kiss him, once again, you were caught in a fit of making out.

The night never ended. It wasn't even half an hour until you found yourselves needing each other. Back against the wall held up by Soobin as he pounded into you, the slaps echoing along with choirs filled with grunts and moans. Neither of you bothered to care. Your entire focus is on each other, as if it were your last moment together. Hands gripping onto his back as he holds your head from hitting the bathroom wall tiles.

This is what you were searching for the entire time. You had almost forgotten that this was the point. As he held you in his arms. Guiding you to bed, holding you, arms wrapped in the warm embrace no one has ever replicated. All you wanted was to be taken away to somewhere better. How Choi Soobin managed to do that and so much more, you will never know.

Interlocking fingers, one by one. Dragging his hand through every crevice and fold on your hand. Letting your mind roll into a lulled sleep. Filled with Soobin, regardless of what you dreamt about. Soobin was always by your side. The words took you away, slipping through the open mouth.

“I love you.”

[taegimood]

— nudes?! (c.sb) ♡

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader genre: best friends to ?, non-idol au, suggestive rating: nsfw, mdni wc: 1k warnings: mention/description of reader’s nudes, brief mention of a blowjob, implication of sexy time at the end, soob has a boner, everyone’s horny synopsis: what happens when your best friend who secretly has the hots for you accidentally sees your nudes?

requested forever ago by @mapofthemazeinthemirror <3 [blog status: semi-hiatus, requests closed]

| yeonjun ver. | beomgyu ver. | taehyun ver. | kai ver. |

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soobin is an honest guy, but he'd have to admit that he's been lying to himself a little when it comes to you.

you, his pretty best friend who he's always been able to tell nearly everything to — everything except for the naughty stuff, the kinks and the turn-ons that he keeps firmly clutched to his chest every time you try to teasingly weasel one out of him.

he has no idea how you can be so casual about that stuff with him, tossing out a joke about the last blowjob you gave while he sits red as a tomato at the mere thought, and as a result he's left with the burning question:

why is it only you that makes me feel this way?

but there's no time to think about that right now as he sits on the edge of your bed, waiting expectantly while you pull your phone out of your back pocket.

one of the things you and soobin had first bonded over was your mutual love for anime, so when you’d told him recently that you want to try cosplaying for the first time at this year's comic con, he readily agreed to be the beta viewer for your costume;

you had already taken the test pictures of yourself as yor from spy x family (merely hearing which character it was had him swallowing hard to begin with) and you're ready to sit down and show him when suddenly the stove timer beeps from the kitchen.

"ah right, the ramen. here - you can just look through them all. let me know what you think i should change!"

"alright," he calls after you as you hand him your phone and skip off to the kitchen.

his heart thumps in his chest the second he sees you in costume, scrolling slowly through the pictures you took, fingers hovering over the screen with the guilty temptation of zooming in a little on your peeking cleavage — shaking his head to himself as if to clear the thought away before scrolling on to the next.

but his brows raise subconsciously the longer he swipes as your poses seem to grow more and more.. he gulps.. provocative....

soobin freezes.

he blinks. once, twice- three times-

"f-fuck."

he stares wide-eyed and slack-jawed at the sight in front of him, a sight he never thought he'd ever get to see, his mind going blank as all of his blood rushes immediately straight down to his cock.

your body,

your naked body,

displayed on the screen in his hands.

you had removed the dress with nothing underneath, still clad in the thigh-high leather heels and golden headpiece, his eyes wandering hungrily over your figure despite every moral warning bell in his head telling him to quickly scroll away.

but instead he swipes to the next one, and your tits- god, your tits- he has to stop himself from groaning as the next picture has you leaning forwards, breasts pushed together deliciously as your tongue sneaks out to trace the fake golden dagger in your hand, and soobin's head is reeling.

he shouldn't be looking at his best friend this way, at these pictures that he clearly wasn't meant to see, he knows it, but.. soobin has obviously been lying to himself for more than a little too long as he swipes and swipes, dizzy as he reaches the end and finally forces himself to turn your phone off, gaze trailing down to the rock-hard bulge in his pants.

he doesn't even have time to wonder how to hide it or what he should do when you come back before he's suddenly jumping out of his skin at the sound of your panicked voice as you rush down the hallway, yelling,

"WAIT! SOOBIN, WAIT!"

he's like a deer caught in headlights as you burst back into your room, quickly coming to the accurate conclusion of what happened as he stares up at you with wide, panicked, guilty eyes, posture stiff and face redder than you've ever seen it before.

even if he were to try sputtering through a poorly executed excuse, he can’t; soobin is speechless.

"um....... okay. so, i.. forgot.. that those were in there."

and as if the fact that you're speaking to him suddenly gears his brain back into motion, soobin's mouth becomes a motor as words fly out of it faster than you even have the chance to answer them.

"i-i’m so sorry, oh my god, i shouldn't have looked! i mean- i- ok, fuck i-i looked, i'm so sorry i swear i'll just forget this ever happened and never talk about it again a-and i'm not a pervert i promise and you can even hit me if you want and- uh, w-wait that's not what i mea-"

"soobin."

soobin shuts up.

he swears that you must be able to hear his heart banging against his ribage as his hands grip the material of his sweatpants, leg bouncing nervously, and he swears he's about to explode or cry or both when your eyes trail down to the impossibly large boner that he forgot to try covering.

(he would have failed anyway).

"soobin..."

his eyes snap back up to yours. something in your tone has shifted and he's not sure what, but...

he inhales shakily as you step closer. the look on your face has his cock throbbing in his pants.

"soobin, do you want me to put the costume on?"

"w...w-what?"

you're so close that if you were to take one more step, you'd be standing right between his legs;

"i can put the costume on for you... and then, if you want..."

you lean in close to his ear.

"i'll let you take it off."

soobin is certain in this moment that he must have saved a nation in his past life to be sitting in this situation right now, as the strangled little moan that accidentally escapes past his lips causes your own to curl up into a smile —

it seems to you that you won't have to pine secretly over your best friend any longer as his hand tentatively comes up to caress your hip, and he breathes,

"yes, please."

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[junnieverse]

— SOOBIN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND ! 💭

➙ boyfriend soobin thoughts

pairing: choi soobin x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, soobin being so boyfriend that it is in fact lethal, this just got longgg because I can’t stfu about how perfect soobs is

a/n: it doesn’t get more boyfriend material than soobin in txt, go argue with a wall

we already know choi soobin is one of a kind

im probably the biggest advocate for bf soobin agenda

like bf material = choi soobin!!

he’s tall, funny, pretty, hot, cute, smart

it’s giving cute college bf every girl dreams of

I genuinely could go on and on glazing him im afraid

BACK HUGS are a major yes >>>

you could casually be doing anything and he will just wrap his arms around your waist and snuggle his head between your neck letting his body heat radiate to you

most occurrences being when he’s just woken up, still feeling sleepy and you aren’t next to him so he goes on to find you and just hold you and close his eyes again

the second being while you both get ready for the day in the morning or for bed at night together

he may not be super clingy but he just loves the physical intimacy between the two of you

the sort of boyfriend you just can never shut up about and you probably have thousands of different wallpapers of him already

and im saying this coming from a place of how effortlessly bf this man looks in all his pictures

he’s caught you recording him on multiple occasions but he just lets you and he gets flustered but that just makes him look cuter in the pictures and videos

you both have highlights dedicated to each other, he’s constantly on your instagram stories too

just as much as you’ve got so much content on him, so does he on you

but a lot of it is candid and when you’re not paying attention because he’s tryna be slick

90% of his gallery consists of pictures of you either sleeping or mid laugh because that’s when he thinks you look the cutest

members have caught him smiling at himself like a dork looking at pictures of you whenever he’s away from you and misses you

he has mentioned on multiple occasions that he’s the passive type that “likes to be dragged around” or lead by his partner

and I can soooo see that

he would just be down for whatever if that’s what you want

if anything, your outward boldness was probably what drew him to you in the first place

“hey guys so im dating someone now.” soobin tells his friends

“dude what-“

“they came up to me and said I was cute and wanted to go out on a date. The waiter got me the wrong order and they called them out for it.” he explains shrugging his shoulders

everyone was too stunned to speak but he thought you were a badass and he has been head over heels since then

bake for him and you have his heart

and to those that aren’t the best in the kitchen, that’s okay too but as the saying goes, “a way to a man’s (soobin) heart, is through his stomach”

so I just think he would find it so cute and would be touched if his partner ever cooked or baked him anything

the type to give you piggy back rides and carry you

whenever he’s with you and he notices you getting tired, he just props down in front of you silently and waits for you to get on his back fighting back a small smile

if not that, usually at home when you’re tired or fallen asleep on the couch, he will just carry you up to your bedroom bridal style before tucking you in and kissing your forehead

small acts of service that sometimes you don’t even notice or you’re oblivious to

bending down to tie your shoelaces, carrying your bag for you, walking on the outer side of the pavement near the road, buying you medication whenever you’re sick, giving you his jacket when you’re cold, etc

the judgemental bf

and if you’re a hater then you can be judgey together!

it’s giving, he makes the face and you say it (soulmates)

he absolutely cherishes quality time

probably one of his biggest love languages might I add (alexa play love language by txt)

as previously mentioned, he is so down to do whatever you wanna do but he also loves the small moments where he just gets to cuddle you, play games together and watch a movie or a show with you

he also gives the warmest cuddles known to man

it’s like hugging a big teddy bear because he’s so warm (and squishy?)

in moments where he thinks you’re asleep while you both cuddle you catch him whispering sweet and soft words of affirmations to you

simply expressing his love and telling you how absolutely amazing you are and he’s just so lucky to have you

as much as he could tell you this consciously, he just gets too shy to say it to your face a lot of the time

he loves cheek kisses sm

be it giving or receiving (mostly receiving because he’s soft like that)

and just whenever you cup his cheeks or poke his dimples make him get all shy and feel all giddy

whenever you do touch his cheeks, he has gotten into the habit of leaning in into your touch and placing his hand on top of yours before kissing your palm (I want this so bad, I am unwell)

if you are a bit on the shorter side (which atp everyone is cause mans is HUGE) he would love the height difference

this also makes him love seeing you in all his clothes because of how much bigger they look on you and just swallow your frame

take all his hoodies, he would die from the cuteness aggression

and just to revel in that fact more he loves bending down to be at eye level with you while looking deep into your eyes before smiling with his dimples full on display

he knows very well that makes you weak in the knees and he loves that

the type to carry your favourite necessities with him in case you forget your own (eg. an extra hairband, lip gloss, anything of that sorts)

probably has a cute keychain you got him on his bag too that he gets teased about but he flaunts it like a badge of honour because it’s from you and so he loves it

always yapping to his friends about you and finding a way to bring you up into the conversation

“wow i heard this place has great pasta.” taehyun says looking through the menu

“that reminds me of this one restaurant I went to with (y/n) and they loved the pasta there…” and he just goes on and on yapping their ears off

he’s just a man that loves his partner and wants everyone to know that too

[adorehyyuka]

desperate soobie <3

smut mdni

warnings: somno, mentions of piss (not sexual), soobin's desperate desperate, overstimulation, handjob, oral (soob receiving), mention of tears but not dacryphilia, nipple play, tiniest bit of praise, multiple orgasms (only mentioned), not proofread, idrk if I like this, lmk if I missed anything!

when you woke up in the middle of the night to something wet between your legs you thought the worst. did you, a grown adult, just piss themselves ?? but as soon as you went to move you became painfully aware of your boyfriend's shuffling and breathless whimpers bedside you. slimy and moist fapping sounds filled the room and you could feel yourself beginning to get worked up at the thought of soobins lewd actions.

"soobin ? if you were horny why didn't you wake me up, silly" you yawned and turned around to face your boyfriend but he let out a sob and covered his disheveled face with the hand that wasn't working up and down his angry cock.

"y/n ! n-no, don'- ah ! d-oon't look at me fuck ! 'm sorry, sho sorry, I couldn't help myshelf." Soobins hips bucked up and he tightened his grip around himself, you hushed him and took to running your hands through his damp hair whilst guiding his drenched hand away from himself.

" 's that why I'm sticky ? did you need me ?" you cooed and pressed cool kisses to his flushed face, smiling when he leant into your touch. you watched as Soobin pushed his upper body to meet yours, pathetically trying to catch your lips in his which you made easier for him.

soobin was still breathing heavily, all he could focus on was the painful ache of his cock. he knew it wouldn't do him any good but he couldn't get the image of your pretty lips wrapped around him out of his head. he felt disgusted with himself that an innocent night spent cuddling could turn him into a puddle of desperation.

when you finally decided to wrap your hand around his dick after watching him whimper and squirm Soobin let out something akin to a scream, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and his teeth dug into his puffy bunny lips. "fuck you're so sensitive, honey. how many times have you made yourself come ?"

"c-can't remember —shit. ah ! ohhhh fuck, Y/n !" you hum in response, "mhm, what is it, baby ?"

Soobin continued to whine out as you massaged his tip, elevating his sensitivity and bringing him closer to an orgasm

"need you ! need your mouth, please !" the man beneath you cried, wriggling and writhing underneath your gaze. you giggled, pressing gentle kisses to each of his cheeks before patting his thigh. soobin sighed when you started maneuvering yourself to help him.

"lift your hips up for me," he did as you said and you hastily slid his pajamas down the rest of his shaky legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor. "Good boy." you muttered whilst kissing down his body, biting back smiles whenever he twitched. when you reached between his legs all you could see was filth, cum and spit were smeared across his thighs and he was sticky everywhere. you felt a little guilty, how long had Soobin been awake ? your poor poor baby, he must've felt so unsatisfied if he kept going this long :(

Soobin stared down at you with watery eyes, voice trembling as he spoke "please touch me. . ."

your heart melted when he uttered those words and you immediately started kitten licking over his sensitive tip, you wanted to be gentle but your desperate little boyfriend couldn't stop bucking his hips ><

"touch yourself for me, sweetheart." you spoke before engulfing as much of his length as you could with your mouth. Soobin groaned at the feeling and started to pinch and pull at his nipples just like you said to do, he couldn't stop making noise ! it wasn't his fault though :( your mouth was just so warm n wet n so so tight around him, he couldn't not make sounds !

"ha-mngh~ ! 'm close ! please, please, please don't stop !" he wailed and closed his eyes tightly, so overwhelmed but it just felt so so good.

seeing as you couldn't say anything with your boyfriends cock stuffed down your throat you took your hands and started stroking circles on each of his thighs to try and ground him, and as much as it seemed like it wasn't working what with his constant squealing and sobs, Soobin appreciated the gesture.

soon enough the stimulation became too much and his hands became limp and all he could utter were little 'ah, ah ah's, each one getting higher in pitch and volume, which was his little tell.

you pulled your mouth off of him completely and started jerking him instead, smiling as he unraveled. (further than he already had) "come for me, baby. 's okay let go" you repeated until Soobin spilled all over your hand and his lower tummy.

as soon as he'd come down from his very satisfying and fulfilling high he began to whine out for something to hold, too far gone to even think about using proper words.

"y/nie.." he called out and within five seconds he had himself laying on your chest. you smiled, peering down at him while you threaded your fingers through his wet hair.

"c'mon, sweetheart. let's clean you up and then you can sleep for however long you want"

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[beomiracles]

you’re dating beomgyu and he’s so sweet and caring then you find out he’s serial killer and he has hidden body parts in his house but instead of being mortified you’re intrigued so you help him with his next victim then you fuck cause why not…. could also be good with soobin or taehyun

you know what? hell yeah!

tw, gore, soobin is literally a murderer, decapitating, dead bodies, hm they're equally freaky, penetrative sex, bloody sex.

soobin was a weird guy. socially awkward, shy and never fitting in larger crowds. your friends had all told you from the start that there was something off about him... something uncanny. you never believed them, soobin was so sweet, like a big friendly giant.

but you can't deny that the late nights spent alone in bed, followed up the petty excuses about working late he'd make had started to get to you. ― he was hiding something from you, that much was clear.

what you hadn't expected for it to be was the decapitated head you found in his freezer one Friday night.

"Binnie.." your voice is shaky as you call for him, your eyes glued to the dull eyes of the stranger that currently stared back at you. your boyfriend hums from downstairs, the sound of his heavy footsteps thumping in your ears as he emerges from the basement.

when he enters the kitchen he stops in his tracks, his gaze immediately landing on your find. immediately he springs into action, slamming the freezer door shut in your face as he steps between it and you. ― "it's not what it looks like" "I can explain" "please just give me a chance to.."

you cut him off with a finger to his lips. "did you...did you do that yourself?" you peer up at him with questioning eyes and soobin swallow as he slowly nods, mumbling out a quiet, "yes."

your lips part, a small breath passing them as reality sinks in. your soobin he... he... you blink, tilting your head to the side as you study him closely. ― "can I watch next time?"

it starts like that. with you sitting on a chair in the corner of the basement, watching as soobin works. his sleeves are rolled up, exposing his veiny forearms. they're covered in a thick layer of dark blood, his face is too, it had splattered all over him.

methodically sawing the limbs of his victim apart one by one. he's silent, save for the occasional grunt as he rips an arm off. ― with big and fascinated eyes you watch him, taking note of his every move.

it's not long until you join him, your own sleeves rolled up as he stands behind you, guiding your movement on the saw as you slice the body before you. ― it turned out to be a lot heavier than you'd expected, but it was quickly something you grew to like.

his large and bloody hands make you tingle as he slides them along your arms. once you've gotten the hang of it he lets you have a go at it yourself, busying himself with feeling you up. ― you try to ignore the way his fingers brush against the hem of your jeans, how they mindlessly fiddle with the button as you focus on decapitating the leg of the body before you.

but when his hand slips inside your pants, long fingers gliding between your already soaked folds, and when you feel the outline of his hard cock against your ass, it becomes impossible to ignore.

the body is long forgotten about when soobin shoves you against the basement wall. his cock throbs deep inside your cunt as his bloody hands tear your shirt open. ― you're both a mess, the smell of death mixing with your arousal as the sounds of pleasure fill the dim basement.

"you're a natural", soobin groans as he feels you clench around him. your heart swells at the compliment and you lean in to kiss him. ― "I happen to have a good teacher", you hum, fingers tangling in his dark hair, giving it a harsh tug.

soobin curses under his breath as his hips snap against yours. ― "fuck I can't wait to see you behead your first body."

[cybsoo2]

soo-bunny

╰┈➤ synopsis — Soobin is the shy bunny you’ve recently adopted. When a storm suddenly strikes, he admits he’s scared to sleep alone. 

╰┈➤ pairing —yandere!bunny-hybrid!soobin x reader

╰┈➤ word count — 1.5k

╰┈➤ content warning — slight guilt tripping. discomfort. nothing much. bros just clingy.

Soobin sits beside you, just like he has every dinner since the day you adopted him. He’s slightly lopsided, leaning into your side with his head hiding in your hair. You both eat an easy meal, too tired from a long work day to make anything from scratch. You stuff your face with food, eager to give into exhaustion already. 

Soobin seems content just to watch you. He eats slowly, letting out a sigh every time he has to slightly shift his position in order to grab another spoonful of soup. He feels warm amongst this cold winter chill. Although, this heat isn’t from the hot meal, but rather the blush you bring to his cheeks. His whole body is burning up, he wouldn’t doubt that if you felt his forehead you’d assume he was feverish. 

Outside your comforting and cozy apartment, the rain continues to run. A storm begins to brew, shooting thunderbolts and lightning strikes from the sky. Every time the thunder sounds, Soobin jumps up from his seat. And with every blazing flash from the sky, he can feel the electricity burn through his body.  He feels the growing fear flutter in his stomach, so he puts down his spoon. Afraid to spill his sickness if he takes another bite. With his hands free, he wraps them around you. Resting his head just below your jaw. His mouth brushes against the bottom of your ear and he mumbles out a quiet question. 

“Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Huh? Where is this coming from?” You tilt your head in curious confusion.

“The storm,” He glances over at the window, a cold chill covers his body. He whips his head back to you and continues on with his sentence. “It’s too scary and I don’t want to sleep alone.” He looks down at your lap, slightly shy to be confessing his cowardice. 

The thought of snuggling up to the timid hybrid is not one you’re ever imagined. Your relationship still raw with awkward moments and clumsy conversations. Of course, it isn’t that the big bunny hasn’t clinged to your side every second of every day, but this situation feels different. Much more imitate and impulsive than you’d like. So you stall your answer by taking hold of his trembling hands. You let out a somber sigh and Soobin knows exactly what your answer will be.

He feels a rising panic rush through him. His hands grow cold and clammy. Heart thumping so fast it threatens to break through his bones. Downcast crystals cling to his eyelashes as he blinks back his tears. A sad sniffle slips past him. Already feeling exposed, he stops fighting his fear and turns to look at you. “Please…. Please, please, please. I don’t want to be alone.” 

“... Soobin, I’m not so sure I’m comfortable sleeping with you.” 

“At least let me stay in your room! Please, I’ll sleep in a chair, or even on the floor! Just don’t leave me alone.” His words are rushed, hurrying to spit out anything to make you stay. He peers up at you through his hair, waiting patiently for your reply. He can see every emotion that crosses your features, anxiety, affection, and a little bit of guilt. 

“Well, I guess that would be okay. But I can’t have you sleeping on a chair, that would be just cruel. You can help me set up the air mattress.” You stand up from your seat and direct him to follow. Instantly, he springs up and stumbles on after you. When he catches up to where you stand in front of the closet, he grabs your sleeve and slumps down against you. His head sits on your shoulder, watching you grab the mattress and a mix of blankets. 

You nudge him with your arm and he stares at you with ready eyes. “Hold this for me.” You hand him the mattress while you balance a bundle of blankets. You walk to the bedroom with the heavy weight of a certain bunny against your back. You sit criss-cross on the carpet of your bedroom. Soobin copies you, sitting so close that your knees knock into each other. While you unfold the blankets, he works on blowing up the mattress. 

When you’re both finished, you stand up and stretch. Sleep is beginning to drag you down and a small yawn escapes you. “You tired?” You rub your tired eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. Soobin only hums in response, letting you know he’s ready to go to bed because you are. “Okay, well I’m gonna get into my pajamas and brush my teeth, you should do the same.” He hums again in response and walks off to go get his sleep clothes.

When he walks back into the bedroom, he’s ready to pass out onto the pillows. Then he sees you from the corner of his eye, still washing up and getting ready to sleep, so he walks your way. He doesn’t talk, just sinks into silence. He watches you brush your teeth. Some foam drips down the side of your mouth and he’s quick to wipe it away. He kills time by toying with the stray stings of your sleep shorts. Tying and untying them, even tethering them to strings of his pajama pants.

You finish faster than he expected. Your routine only taking 9 minutes and 22 seconds in total (he counted). The two of you slowly shuffle out of the bathroom. You wander over to where you’ll rest, and crawl under the covers. Of course, this is after taking the time to untie the thread that keeps you connected. You lay down on your bed and snuggle deep into the pillow, all the while Soobin does the same. You shut your eyes and begin your search for the Sandman. 

30 minutes later and the storm still continues its terror. The night sky swims in shades of blue. Black bleeds into the room, holding everything hostage in its dark embrace. You welcome the weather into your arms. The air is just cool enough to sleep comfortably, and the rain is a relaxing melody. 

You’re seconds away from drifting off to sleep when you hear muffled noises next to you. 

“Soobin?... You okay?” Your soft spoken words instantly stop the sniffles. A stilled silence fills the room before you sit up to see him for yourself. You prop yourself up on one elbow and peer across the room. He blinks back at you in the dark. The moon shines light on the tears that streak his skin. Hair pulled every which way as if he needed something to hold on to. 

At the sorry sight of him sobbing in the dark, your stubbornness seems to fade away. It only takes a simple wave of your hand, beckoning him to join you on the bed, before he’s swiftly stumbling over to you. He crawls across the bed and lays down on your left side. You let him get settled first before you lay back down. You help him with his struggle in the sheets, pulling the blankets over him and gently pushing his head onto the pillow.

When you drop down onto the bed, you keep a distance at first. However, it doesn’t last long as seconds later Soobin is impatiently tugging you towards him. He shuffles and squirms under the sheets, trying to get you as close as possible. When he settles into a pleasant position, he’s plastered up against your back. His head lays between your shoulder blades. So close you can feel the small breaths he sucks in. His body still shakes with the remenates of fear. He tightens his hold, hugging you like a teddy bear. Two arms wrap around your waist. One hand on your hip while the other frantically searches for your hand to hold. 

Your heart leaps into your throat, breath hitching at his boldness. Having a warm body to keep you company in bed is something you haven’t had in a long time. All of your senses are overloaded with information. Hyper-aware of the heat he emits, how subtly he smells of sugar, and how suffocating the silence sounds. You try to create some space between you, but Soobin lets out a muffled whine and rests more of his weight on top of you. He hooks one leg over your hip and relaxes when you stop your squirming. 

The storm still rages on well into the night. Yet, Soobin sleeps soundly with his sweet savior right by his side. He doesn’t budge when lightning burns through the black air, or even when strikes of thunder shake the building. The only sign that he’s still alive is from the way his tail twitches and he lets out a frustrated huff when you shift slightly too far. 

You don’t sleep for a single second. Too tense under his touch and heart fluttering too fast. When you wake you have no doubt that this night will never be forgotten.

© cybsoo2 2024, all rights reserved

[beomev]

𝗽𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱, choi soobin

수빈────𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝘆𝗼𝘂

𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻 x reader ⠀⠀⠀⠀─── ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 fluff, crack ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 last txt member for this series! view my masterlist for the other members <3 starting bonedo!! ⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂋 ⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ 𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗲

[elaichoi]

SIMPLE-MINDED. choi soobin.

# PAIRING: YANDERE!SOOBIN X FEM! READER! ﹏ 𖤐 ⋆ 𓈒  ভয় আবহ. ❟ SYNOPSIS: ❛ soobin is a simple man with simple thinking. life's not as complicated as one makes it to be—so when you, the object of his affection, find someone else pretty enough. soobin has just the simple idea to change your mind—which is, well obvious by ruining his face! ❜

# CONTENT WARNING! violence, mentions of blood and slashing, manipulation, usage of cannibalistic means to describe desire, knife, yandere!soobin, lovesick!soobin, praise kink! male receiving, enabler!reader, lack of empathy, breast play, dry humping, cunninglingus, sexual intercourse with no protection. WC 3.2K

“messy”

you tched, the corner of your lips perked in a condescending smirk as you assessed the disheveled state of the man who proclaimed to love you, and the badly concealed knife he was trying to hide from your languid gaze.

you made a scene out of it. your eyes deliberately moving from his face to his shaking arms he had hidden behind himself.

“you're so messy soobin” you pouted, inching closer to him. his shakey gasps seemed clear with each step you took towards his trembling body—he was such a hypocrite, acting as though he were an innocent lamb when he had just done something that couldn't be done by someone less than a vile human.

soobin stood there, awaiting your warmth to embrace him—although he knew you wouldn't touch him, you had said so yourself. but he still couldn't help himself but yearn, unable to stop himself from reaching out to you phantom touch, albeit retracting within a second, afraid he'd burn himself in your aura.

“couldn't help it huh?” you teased, the smirk marred with cruel intentions, you put the tip of your index finger below his chin, lifting it to see his inhumane eyes, “you should have at least taken care of the blood on it.”

you reached behind him, grabbing the knife from grasp and he let you without any sort of fight, spilling himself onto the palm of your hands, and the cold handle of the knife was stolen away by you.

“whose blood is it?”

“jaehyun’s.”

you grin at his fast response. you were aware whose blood is it, but you wanted to hear it from himself—despite rolling in the pit whatever hell he had crawled out of, he always made you wonder how further he could crawl back into it for his selfish purpose. perhaps you weren't that much better than him, but you pretended like you were—at least you wouldn't get your hands dirty, unlike the man in front of you.

“you liked his face, didn't you?” soobin didn't wait for you to ask him the questions; rather he seemed too eager to let you know what he had done,“ I'm sure you wouldn't anymore. “

your stomach dropped when you saw soobin grin, the sound of his laughter ringing in your ears like the inevitable call doom, sinking the cold into your bones, etching the shiver on your back.

you smiled back, “what did you do?"

soobin graciously returned the favor back to you, “why don't I show you?”

he pulled his phone out of his back pocket, cheerfully growing through his phone like it's the most casual request you had asked of him—he seemed relaxed all of a sudden, almost too cheerful.

“I didn't fatally wound him, “ soobin reassured you, “just added a little decoration on his face.”

he turned the phone to show you and on it was a blurry picture of someone laying on the ground with blood emanating off their face, although it wasn't easy to identify but you could tell it was jaehyun.

soobin snatched his phone back, “ just a little slash on his cheek, nothing else.” he explained, “called the ambulance too. I didn't want to kill him after all.”

“now, “ he turned his attention to you, the man who stood before you a few moments ago now completely vanished and on his stead, the person standing in front of you was far crueller than you could imagine, “do you like his face?”

or maybe he's just insane.

soobin was threatening you—the thread of jaehyun’s life depending upon the word that itched the tip of your tongue. one word to his displeasure and he wouldn't hesitate to plunge the same knife back into jaehyun’s throat. the man who stood in front of you wasn't afraid—it wasn't the bravado of a lover but the carelessness of a madman, he would go hound his prey no matter how much they try to hide themselves from him, all he required is one motive and that is where you stood.

donning a similar smile, you cock your head to marvel at the blood that was beginning to dry on the blade of the knife in your hands. a truant sound escaping your lips once you picked yo his gaze that was assessing your each gesture, the way your eyelashes fluttered when you looked down, and the color of the rouge on your cheeks that appeared lively in the dead of the night.

“wouldn't they find you?”

a sardonic smirk etched soobin's comely lips, he shook his head in a no, “jaehyun didn't see my face,”

“why?” he pressed—not a line of shame on his face, the blue of his consequences nowhere near catching the fleeting sense of his conscience, rather he seemed exuberant. soobin's eyes shining like the moon as he demanded to know whether the question was meant for him, something out of love for his welfare, “are you worried for me?”

worried for him? you gazed down on the knife in your hands, at least my fingerprints wouldn't matter.

“why did you come to find me?” you ignore him, “did you want compliments for this?”

“yes.”

he is sick, you knew he was sick and you let him get away with it.

“do you like jaehyun’s face now?” he questioned one again, boring his intense gaze into yours, refusing to let go.

you shook your head.

soobin was suffocating, and volatile. you were aware that he wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, twistedly enough it would be akin to something scarring he truly adored and he couldn't accept it. but the nature of your answer rested on the safety of jaehyun. you were partly to blame for his situation right now—despite knowing the man's tendencies, and you let it get this far knowing what could be one of the outcomes once you push him far enough.

he smiled gleefully—it made you retch. but how different were you actually from him?

you both rejoiced in what you could control—the difference lying where he knew how to give up anything that came to you, and you liked controlling the ledge he had been swinging upon—a borderland of truly far gone. you longed to see how far he could go until the path to coming back had been blurred despite knowing what kind of consequence it would bear for you as well.

“could i kiss you?” soobin asks softly. the ravenous intent melting like in the snow in your grasp. his body closer than before, stalking like thanatos’s conquest.

“hmm,” you murmur in affirmation, seconds to compose yourself before his cold hands cradle your face. his palm taking in the gentleness of your flesh as though he had been kept deprived all his life, only getting to touch a piece of heaven after he had proven himself.

you were swaying such a bad expectation for him to grasp on.

perhaps you were the problem; instead of filling your veins with disgust, the warmth of his breath weaned down the cathartic dam that had been keeping all these diabolic—carnal instincts hidden.

soobin's bottom lip touched yours in a prayer of approval, barely grazing the softness with his sinful ones. you let him in, taking the step to put an end to his hesitation; taking the tender flesh of his lip between your teeth, you awaited for the moment to sink in. you put your arms around his neck to bring him closer, the knife still tightly held in your grasp. he finally relented, taking your upper lip and sucking onto it as if it felt like a taste of amaranthine.

the kiss was everything that you both weren't—wearing a mask of desperation that felt too pure to ricochet off your souls that was nothing but layers of filth—home to the scarlet heart beating within the cage of thorns laced with poison. who says monsters are incapable of love?

you two certainly deny the ancient saying. the fervour as he matches his lips to your rhythm was his nothing short of a choir—the taste of your saliva dancing like nectar on his tongue.

“i want you so much,” soobin confesses, a sizzle at the end of his words, with a touch of regret as he holds you closer, and closer to his body. the barrier of clothes between you two tearing into his flesh like barbs. he is burning from within and he holds you like he means it. his hand sliding off your cheeks to your tender neck and then to the small of your back to hold you chest to chest—a futile attempt to consume you.

soobin wants to devour without sinking his teeth in, fearing the droplets of rubies only when it comes to you but he'd gleefully tear the world apart if it meant he'd earn your approval.

the knife falls onto the floor of your living room with clang, setting off the chain reaction that has him backing you on any sort of surface that he could lay you on—which happens to be your couch. he is on top of you, the lips still attached to your as he undoes his hoodie and hugs you closer. his body was molding onto yours—chest pressed up against each with so much pressure, it was slowly getting too hard to breath. he didn't care about that though—you had given him his signal and he was going to show you just how much he wants you.

soobin moves to the corner of your lips, peppering with mindless butterfly kisses as he goes on to remove the top you were airing, you aid him by raising your arms and letting him take off. the separation of mere seconds has been keening for more as he cradles your waist with little gap between two bodies on top of the couch.

he dives into the valley of your breast on top of your bra like a hungry man, nuzzling deep into the warming, burrowing for more with hands snuck deep in his hair controlling his movements. his searing hands roaming around your waist, soaking up the tenuous skin. his fingers stopping on the buttons of your jeans, quickly undoing it. he helped you shimmy it off until the pants were accompanying your blouse on the ground.

soobin kisses your jaw—his fingers rubbing on your nipples from on top of the bra until they were poking out and you sighed, unable to take the teasing. to ease your discontent, he scooped your boobs out from on top of your bra, his fingers playing with the perky nubs. you moaned when his wet, yet hot mouth engulfed one of them. you clenched into the tuft of hair, pulling his head back but your retaliation only ignited his hunger as he swirled his tongue around your nipple while his other fingers were busy pulling onto the other one. you groaned in pleasure as you felt the feeling build up in the pit of your stomach, it was so achingly delicious—your quickening breath was like a melody to his ears.

pressing his hardened crotch on top of your clothed mound, rubbing deliberately slowly to create friction, and just a little bit to drive you crazy.

you pulled onto soobin’s hair, the pleas dying into your throat and only arising as muffled moans. you were wrapped around his rotten trick—you sacrificed yourself to his trap.

soobin pulled back, meeting your fucked out gaze with his half hooded eyes, his tongue still laying flat on top of your nipple, while the other was enclosed in his grasp, “praise me,”

you closed your eyes, taking deep breathings through your nose. your head was pulled back as you tried to control yourself, but that perverted movement of his crotch on your wet pussy was too much to deny, “you feel so good,” you gritted.

“give me more,” soobin demanded, his fingers sneaking where his crotch and your pussy met. his fingers pried open your folds on top of the clothes, which was basically useless now due to your essence. he pressed his index finger on top of your nub, “do i really?”

you nodded, pressing your lips together, your hands coming to his shoulder to slightly push him off. soobin popped your nipples out of his mouth and replaced it with the finger that was in you panties, all while looking at you with those carmine intentions of his—like he wants to eat you. he was like a whiplash, you could never figure him out. never pick up when he was the puppy wagging his tail in your hands, or the monster that conspired to tear the flesh off your bones and consume it raw.

“you make me feel so fucking good, “ you take his name, giving him what he wants. he grin before sliding downwards to face your ruined panties, your essence dripping all over your thigh.

soobin peeks his tongue out, licking onto the juice that was smeared around your womanhood, making sure not to waste a bit of the ambrosia, moaning into your flesh, driving you closer to the edge of the cliff as he inched towards your entrance. sliding the panty aside, he marvelled at the sloppy sight of it. the mess he had created.

you were right, he was messy.

soobin nuzzled his nose into your entrance with no warning, urging you to gasp as the sensations crashed into you at once—his hot tongue licking stripes on your entrance as his nose pressed onto your nub. you scrambled to sit up and take a hold of his head.

“you taste so fucking amazing,” he groaned into your pussy. the waves of his words sending you to another course of insanity. the white heat that had been building up in your stomach was so, so close to bursting. he increased his pace, lapping into your pussy like a hungry beast, taking all of. the nectar he could collect. he could die there, he used his fingers to penetrate you as the tip of his tongue played around with your clit. you warm hole sucking him in as if it was its second nature. he keeps up the pace until. you're writhing into his mouth, trying to get away from his flat tongue that laid on your clit. he had a death grip on your backside, helping you calm down in his mouth so he wouldn't dare waste a single lick.

“please,” you gasped, your hand trying to get away from soobin’s mouth as you calmed down from the high. your chest was heaving from the repercussion. he didn't reply, his gaze was set on top of your pussy that was still in front of his mouth like a prized possession. both of his hands were under your thighs to have you in the closest proximity of his mouth so he could taste your pussy as much as he could. the tip of his tongue despite not meeting your pussy yet, it created a line of his spit from his tongue to your clit, dribbling until your hole. that was still clenching from the earlier orgasm.

“its so cute,“ he murmured to himself. soobin took two of his fingers and brushed it on your clit before pressing onto your hole until it sank inside and you raised your ass without your realising upon his sudden action. he smirked, and looked at your with a curiously morbid look.

“you want something to fill you up?” soobin questioned, pressing his fingers deeper into your pussy, making you chest raise off the couch at the pressure, “something bigger?” he teased.

you wanted it, you wanted something bigger. there was no denying, you were too far gone.

you reply in a meek yes and within a second his fingers were out of your pussy, replaced by the heaviness of his dick that was still wrapped in his boxer, albeit the black material sopping weight with his precum.

soobin ran his hands over the head of his dick on top of the wet boxer, lulling his back with a groan.

“you see what you do to me?” he taunted you, rubbing his dick on top of the boxer, before finally taking both the pants and boxer out. his dick springing out and laying flat on his stomach with it's angry red bulbous head staring right at you. his fingers cupped his balls as he came down and pressed his dick right onto top of your pussy, that he had laid flat on top of the couch, pressing it until it sank inside your lips.

“you want a taste?”

you don't reply, instead stick your tongue out. he bites his lips at your subtle action that his dick stuffed inside your pussy lips. languidly taking his pre cum he smears it on your tongue but instead of taking his fingers out, he pushes his index and middle finger into you tongue until you close your mouth over it, swirling your tongue to get every last bit of the cum from his fingers.

soobin sighs, trying his best not to cum right there. he takes his fingers out and slaps the dick a couple times onto your pussy before pushing the head in.

you gasp out loud at the sudden ruin intrusion but that wouldn't stop him, he barges in, although there was a bit of opposition, he bottoms out soon enough.

“you were made for me,” soobin groans under his breath as he pushes himself out only to slam himself into your pussy, creating a filthy rhythm of his salacious exhibitions. you were holding onto his arms, digging your nails into arms, creating ribbons of red but he did not care; it only added to his pleasure as he swayed you back and forth, taking you along with the ravacious journey. he fell onto your chest once more, taking your nipples into his mouth as he thrusted into you with an unknown urgency. you screamed out his name, sobbing uncontrollably, as he buried himself further into your heat.

he wanted to be inside you forever, aching to burn in the fiery pit but he was being chased by some sort of divine high.

you yelled out his name in futile attempts as you were reaching another one of your highs—his fingers appearing on your clit to let you off the edge first. he continued

his thrusting his he rubbed your clit and within a few more strokes you were whimpering once more, your legs wrapped around his waist to drag him closer to yourself. his thrusts soon began to cease as he heated his own high.

soobin pulled out and started to fisting himself until there were white ropes decorating your pussy. he slapped his softening dick on top your sensitive pussy to make sure he was thoroughly spent before he fell on his knees, breathing heavily as he observed the way your chest heaved, and the artistry of his carnal desire blossoming onto your chest like an artists optimus primus.

“i love you,” soobin breathed out, submerged into the high he had been chasing, and the scent of the madness he had whenever he was in your presence. he longed for you like the moon, and right now the the moonshine was draped onto his body like a dream come true, and his blood underneath the moon’s fingernails. he is happy, he doesn't care about anything else other than this moment with you.

even though you didn't say anything back. to him.

©ELAICHOI 23-24.

[h00nerz]

law of attraction!

masterlist | 1k celebration

pairing: fem!reader x choi soobin

genre: angst kinda, rivals to lovers, law student!soobin, law student!reader, pining, kinda fluffy at the end

word count: 3.6k

warnings: soobin is a lil mean sometimes, veeerry suggestive, but that’s it i think

prompt(s): #33 — “i can’t pretend anymore.” #34 — “you’re all i can think about.” #49 — “i can’t get you out of my head.” “…thanks?”

requested: “hii!! i hope ur doing well <3 could i req 33, 34, 49 and 50?? thank u <333333333” — anon

authors note: haha another enemies to lovers! tbf it’s not my fault most of the requests were enemies to lovers themed. anyways i had been wanting to do a law intern thing for someone for a long time and i thought it would fit for soob! i got a lil carried away while writing this LOL i hope u enjoy!!

IN LIFE, THERE WAS ONLY THREE THINGS YOU WERE SURE OF. First, sparkling water is stupid. Just drink soda or water instead, there’s no point in pretending you’re better than anyone else when in reality it’s just that you can’t pick a side! The second thing you knew was you were born to be a lawyer. Arguing was in your blood, there was no doubt you were going to make an incredible attorney one day. The third and final thing that you knew for certain was that you hated Choi Soobin.

Freaking Choi Soobin. In the past, you never thought you’d be the kind of person to have a nemesis. The whole concept of having an enemy seemed childish, and like something that only happened in movies. But, then you met Soobin, and everything changed. You hated him, and his smug little attitude, and he hated you, too.

You know, there was actually a point in time where you didn’t hate Soobin. It sounds crazy, but there was actually a time you might have called him a friend. Back when you were just a baby-faced girl, fresh out of high school and filled with excitement for your first college course. Soobin sat next to you, and you bonded over your desire to one day go to law school. But, then he betrayed you when he told the guy you liked, Hwang Hyunjin, that he saw you kissing the TA for your class, and from that moment on, Choi Soobin was your enemy.

And of course, as your enemy, he just had to apply to intern at the same firm as you. He had followed you to the same law school, so it was no surprise he followed you there, too. But you were starting to grow tired of his ever looming presence. After you graduated, you wouldn’t be surprised if he got a job at the same place as you, just to piss you off.

After a long morning of sorting through the mess of files in the basement of the office, it was finally time for your lunch break. You had been standing with your shoulders hunched over for hours, and you were positive your back was about to break from the stress.

“Y/N!” One of the only other interns in the office, and your only friend in the office, Sumin, called out to you once you appeared back upstairs. “I thought you were out sick or something, where have you been?” She stood up from her desk and wandered over to you.

“I was exiled to the basement. There’s files from like, 20 years ago down there, it’s a mess.” You groaned as she followed you towards the break room, rubbing your shoulder as you walked.

Sumin winced. “Ooh, yeah. Sana was telling me about how when she was an intern here, she had to go down there once, and found a rat skeleton.”

“What?!” You gasped in horror, a little bit louder than you meant to. “That was like, ten years ago though, right? It must have been cleaned up since then, right? Because I don’t think I can work around dead rats, no matter how bad I need this internship.”

You heard a laugh from the corner of the break room, and felt yourself become filled with dread. With your jaw clenched tightly, you slowly turned to face the direction of the noise. There he was, sitting at the little table with a cup of ramen in front of him and his phone propped up in front of him.

“Soobin.” You glared at him. Sumin, bless her heart, tried to pretend she couldn’t sense the tension as she slowly opened up the door to the fridge.

“You know why they sent you to the basement, right, Y/N?” Soobin asked, raising his eyebrows at you.

“No, but I’m sure you’re about to tell me.” You rolled your eyes, turning to the fridge to fish out the salad you brought for lunch.

“Because they don’t trust you enough to do the important stuff.” He told you with an amused tone to his voice.

You spun around, slamming the fridge door behind you. “Really? Remind me, who did Taemin pick to help him with the Park case? Me! Not you!” You snapped, jabbing your finger in his direction pointedly.

“Y/N!” Sumin hissed your name scoldingly, as though he wasn’t the one who started it.

Soobin’s smug smile twisted into a scowl at your reminder. “That’s just because I had the flu and wasn’t here. You were just his second choice.”

You had successfully managed to get under his skin--which wasn’t very hard--and were satisfied as you sat down at one of the other tables with Sumin. “Sure, Soobin. Keep telling yourself that.”

He started to raise his hand, like he was going to make some sort of rude gesture at you, but flinched and tucked his hand beneath the table when someone else walked into the room. You furrowed your eyebrows together, and turned in your seat to see who it was. His ears must have been burning, because Taemin himself had decided to join the three of you.

“Oh, hi, guys.” He smiled at you as he walked over to the fridge. You glanced over at Soobin over Sumin’s shoulder. He was staring back at you, with his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

That was another thing about Soobin that had always bothered you. Especially in moments like now, where he looked like he was seconds away from murdering you, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, he was extremely attractive. You had always thought so, even back a million years ago when you were friends. His dark eyes and his perfectly shaped lips just did something to you that you were slightly ashamed of.

You swallowed hard, diverting your attention down to your salad. You could already feel your skin becoming hot, and there was absolutely no way you could ever let Soobin get even an inkling that you might be attracted to him. It was just all so humiliating.

“Y/N, Soobin, I actually need to talk to the both of you. Could you meet me in my office after you finish lunch?” Taemin asked, and you immediately looked back over to Soobin to see if he knew what it was about. His eyebrows were furrowed together, though, and he looked just as confused as you.

“Um, do you mind me asking why?” You asked hesitantly, looking over at your boss.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. I just need your help with something.” He reassured the two of you wish a smile.

When he left the break room, you could hear Soobin grumbling in his corner. You wanted to ask him what he’d done to get you both in trouble, but you were also not in the mood to fight with him. Not when you had to go and face Taemin in just a few minutes. He said it was nothing bad, but you weren’t sure you believed him.

While you finished eating your food, Soobin stood by the doorway, huffing dramatically as he waited for you. Just for that, you took the smallest bites you could, which just made him even more annoyed. Sumin was clearly feeling very awkward as she ate her food, eyes flickering between you and Soobin like she was waiting for one of you to attack the other.

Once you had taken the final bite, Soobin stomped over, and grabbed your wrist to tug you out of your seat. “Clean up for her, will you, Sumin? I’m sure you already do that a lot.” He asked your friend, before dragging you out of the break room before you got the chance to protest.

Finally, you snatched your wrist free from his grip, rubbing the sore spot as you trailed after him in the direction of Taemin’s office. “Ugh, you’re such an ass, you know that?” You murmured.

“Me? You’re the one purposefully taking forever when our boss is literally waiting for both of us.” He snapped at you.

You don’t say anything else, worried that someone else in the office might hear your childish squabble.

When the two of you finally reached Taemin’s office, Soobin opened the door, and you’re shocked when he gestured for you to walk in first. Then, you remembered how much of a suck-up he is, and that your boss was on the other side. You shot him a glare as you walked in.

“Oh, good! You’re here!” Taemin greeted the two of you. “Please, sit.”

You obliged him, sitting down on the small couch across from his desk. Soobin sat down as well, and you immediately noticed his leg pressed up against your own. The same heat you felt before spread across your skin like a wildfire, and you cleared your throat.

“So, as you know, the Kang vs. Choi trial is happening next week. Now, Jun was supposed to be in charge of sorting through all the files and compiling them into binders, but his appendix burst and he had to get surgery.” He rolled his eyes, as though Jun was just being dramatic.

“So, now I have fifteen boxes full of papers that need to be sorted through… And I need to get them to the Court tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” You blurted out, eyes wide.

Taemin nodded. “I know, it’s short notice, but Jun claims he had been ‘busy’ and was ‘getting around to it’ before his appendix burst. So, I was hoping you two would be willing to stay late tonight and finish his work.”

“Tonight?! But—“ Soobin started, but was cut off by Taemin.

“You don’t have to do it. I’m more than happy to ask one of the other interns. I figured you two would just like the opportunity to help me out with this…”

“Absolutely yes, Taemin! I can’t speak for Soobin, but I would be delighted to help you with this!” You might as well have held up your hand in salute from how militaristic your answer came out.

Soobin glared at you. “Yes, I am also very willing to help you.” He said as formally as possible, but he couldn’t hide the slight annoyance in his tone.

Taemin smiled. “Great! I’ll have Jisung bring up the boxes, then you can get to work later!” He told you, which you took as your cue to leave.

Soobin trailed after you as you left the office and started to return to your desks. “I can’t believe he’s making us work all night to sort through a bunch of boxes.” He muttered.

“What, did you have a hot date tonight, or something?” You teased, glancing at him over your shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow. “Why? Are you jealous?” He asked, and you immediately scoffed in response.

“Why in the world would I be jealous? If anything I would feel bad for whatever poor soul has been tricked into a date with you.” You quickly snapped back at him.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.” He said with a sigh.

You hated that a small, minuscule part of you was happy he didn’t have a date.

BY THE TIME EVERYONE ELSE HAD CLEARED OUT OF THE OFFICE, you and Soobin had managed to get through seven boxes. It was nine o’clock at night, and the exhaustion, as well as the hunger was starting to hit you. You still had eight boxes to go through, and you weren’t sure how you were going to make it through the night.

“God, I’m so hungry.” You muttered as you picked through the papers in the box you were currently working on.

You expected him to make some snarky comment or something, but he didn’t. Instead he just let out a small hum in agreement. “Me too. Should we try ordering some food?” He suggested.

You nodded, then made the mistake of glancing over at him. At some point during your sorting, he had lost his tie, unbuttoned his shirt down to the middle of chest, and rolled up his sleeves to his elbows. His dark hair, which had been meticulously styled when he came into work that morning, was now a disheveled mess. There was a thin sheen of sweat that glistened against his skin. He looked way too good under the soft glow of the office lighting.

“Sure. If anywhere is even open.” You replied, eyes flickering back down to your box.

“I know a good place. I order from there all the time when I’m working late.” He said plainly.

“You work late a lot?” You asked as you pulled out a thick stack of papers.

“Yeah. I mean, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I just… I dunno, assumed that you had other things to do besides work…” You shrugged.

He leaned back against the table he was working at as he worked on ordering food on his phone. “Why would you assume that?” He glanced up at you with furrowed eyebrows.

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought that a good looking guy like you would have a bunch of girlfriends and friends to hang out with.” You felt your face grow warm as you worked, once again avoiding his gaze like it was the plague.

He laughed. “Yeah, I wish. I’m way too busy for that…” His voice trailed off, and you could feel him look up from his phone to look at you. “You think I’m a good looking guy?”

You shook your head, while you started tapping the papers against the table to straighten them out. “No, I didn’t mean it like I think you’re good looking. Just, like, you’re objectively a good looking guy. I think. Sumin thinks you’re good looking. Not me, I definitely don’t—“ Your hand got too close to the paper, and you felt the edge slice straight through your palm.

You hissed loudly, dropping the papers onto the table. “Stupid fucking paper.” You muttered to yourself, and Soobin wasted no time rushing to your side.

“Did you cut yourself? Do you need me to go get a bandaid or something?”

“No, it’s fine. I just need to go and rinse it off.” You told him, trying to push past him in the direction of the bathroom. He pressed one of his big hands against your shoulder to stop you.

“Just let me get you a bandaid.” He rolled his eyes at you. “I think Sana keeps some in her desk…” He mumbled as he started digging through the said woman’s drawers.

You huffed, turning around to lean back against the desk. “You better hurry. I think I’m about to bleed out and die.” You called out to him.

He glanced up to give you that same annoyed look he always seemed to wear around you. “Maybe I should let you. Then I wouldn’t have to put up with you everyday.”

“But then who would keep you on your toes?” You asked pointedly. He finally found a bandaid, and started walking back over. “Admit it, Soobin. You need me.”

He didn’t say anything, instead focusing on opening up the bandaid. He held out his hand, gesturing for you to put yours in, which you did hesitantly. He had really soft hands.

You watched as he gently pulled off the tabs of the bandage, then laid it across your palm. He used one of his long, slender fingers to smooth it down and make it stick.

It wasn’t until he glanced back up at you when you realized how close he was to you. His dark eyes met your own, and you had the instinct to look away, but something about his gaze had you entranced, and you couldn’t look away, no matter how hard you tried.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, hanging his head down. He took a step back from you, and it felt like a warmth had disappeared. You blinked at him as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N.”

“What do you mean?” You asked quietly, although you had a feeling you knew exactly what he meant, because it was the same thing you were thinking.

“I can’t pretend like you’re not all I can think about. At work, at home, at school, I can’t get you out of my head.” He confessed, and for a second the insecure part of you thought he might have been saying all of this as some sort of cruel joke, but the look in his eyes told you it wasn’t.

“Thanks…?” You played stupid, tilting your head at him. You needed him to just come out and say it, to confirm you weren’t crazy, and what was happening was really happening.

He let out a frustrated sigh. “When we were freshmen… And I told Hwang Hyunjin you were kissing the TA…”

Your ears perked up. Was he finally going to explain what that was all about, after all these years?

“It was because Hyunjin told me he was planning to ask you out. And I got jealous because I wanted to ask you out, but was too scared to do it.”

Oh.

“You did?” You asked quietly.

He nodded. “Of course I did. You were smart, funny, and gorgeous, of course I wanted to ask you out.” He was avoiding your eyes now, his cheeks tinted pink.

“And… How do you feel about me now?”

“I feel like you’re incredibly annoying, and sometimes you’re a bit of a know-it-all, and some days you dress sort of like a grandma—“

“Hey!”

“—but I also think you’re smart, probably smarter than me. And you still manage to make me laugh. And even though you do dress like a grandma…”

Your heart jumped up into your throat when he started walking back over to you, getting just as close to you as he had been before. But then he got even closer, leaning down so his lips were aligned with your ear.

“…You look like a sexy grandma.” He whispered in a low, sultry voice.

You immediately burst into laughter. “Oh wow, Soobin, you really know how to get a girl going.” You told him with a laugh, and he leaned back to look at you with narrowed eyes.

“Shut up.” He murmured while you continued to giggle.

“Here, let me show you how it’s done, okay?” You wrapped your fingers around the collar of his shirt, and gave it a tug so you could lean in close to him. You didn’t say anything for a moment, just letting yourself catch your breath.

“Are you just going to breathe in my ear the entire time?” Soobin asked in an irritated tone.

You shook your head. “No. I’m going to tell you, that right now, with your sleeves rolled up…” You gently dragged your fingernails against his bare forearms, and you felt him shiver. “And your shirt unbuttoned…” Your hand traveled upwards to trail across his exposed collarbone. “And your messy hair…” You reached around to brush your fingers against the hair on the nape of his neck.

“You look incredibly sexy.”

He leaned back and immediately bent back down to connect your lips to his. He kissed you harshly, like you were the only thing that could cure his hunger. His big hands found home on your hips, while your own nestled themselves deeper in his hair. Just like you had predicted, his lips were perfect for kissing.

One of his hands let go of your waist, and you heard a scuffle behind you. For a brief moment, you pulled away from the kiss to see what was going on, just to find he had slid everything off of your desk. With it all clear, his hands wrapped around your thighs, and he lifted you up onto the desk and slotted himself between your legs.

He went back to kissing you like a mad man, using one arm to hold you close against him by your waist and the other to stabilize himself against the desk. Your fingers moved quickly across the buttons of his shirt, undoing each one until the shirt was completely open. As you started to trace your fingers against his abdomen, he slid the hand that was wrapped around your waist under your shirt, practically burning against your bare skin.

Just as he was starting to prod at your lips with his tongue, there was a loud banging noise, which caused you to help and immediately cling onto Soobin.

“Oh my god! We’re gonna die! The killers always go for the people making out first!” You wail, digging your fingers into his collar to keep him close to you.

He rolled his eyes. “I take back what I said about you being smart.” He said with a sigh, and you gasped loudly.

“Shut up, you ass!” You hissed at him, smacking his chest and pulling away from him.

He gave you a lopsided smile. “Kidding. Anyways, I’m pretty sure it’s just our food.” He told you with a sigh, staring down at you while his thumb brushed against your swollen lip.

You shivered. “I guess we can always… Finish this later, right?” You asked quietly. As much as it pained you, you were still starving, and had lots of work left to do.

He pouted. “Promise?”

You nodded, then sat up to gently press your lips against his. As you sat back, you smiled at his dazed expression. “I promise.”

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「 azure dreams , midnight tales 」

-> featuring, barista!soobin x gn!student!reader

-> w/c ; 1.9k || no warnings

sypnosis : 「 you, an insomniac who finds solace in your late-night conversations with soobin, the barista at a 24-hour cafe. over time, you realizes that soobin’s soft voice and calming presence feel like a dream come true, even during your sleepless nights. but as the midnight talks deepen, so do your feelings, leaving you wondering if this connection is too perfect to last past sunrise. 」

part of the blue-kissed moments masterlist ! pls feel free to check the other fics ^^

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a/n : my first soobin fic !! happy birthday my angel

university is the worst.

no, scratch that. being a broke university student is the worse. juggling day-to-day expenses alongside payments of school materials and dorm rent, and the additional stress of the classes and exams? nothing could've prepared you for how grueling the first semester would be. with a sigh, you stumble into a cafe, the bells ringing overhead as your eyes tried to adjust to the warm lights radiated by the decorations lining the homely appearance of the cafe. thank god for 24 hour cafes, you can finally get a (un)healthy dose of caffeine at midnight to fuel your night owl study sessions.

there was only one other person in the small cafe. the barista, head turning up from his phone to glance upon the newcomer into the cafe. he flashed a warm smile as his lithe hands placed his phone down. he turns to greet you, his tussled hair framing his eyes perfectly with a warm, boyfriend look to him.

"welcome to azure dreams cafe. you look awfully tired, what drink can i get you?" the honeyed tone of the barista's voice warms you, it's been so long since anybody has treated you with the bare bones of respect. "sorry for coming in so late.. are americanos available? i just need the energy." you responded, running your hand through your hair as the other clutches your book bag. "it's no problem at all. i understand how you feel, so just take a seat there. feel free to listen to music or take a nap, whatever you need." he hummed, before turning away further into the cafe, where a soft hum of machinery slowly filled the quiet atmosphere.

you caught a glimpse of his nametag ─ choi soobin.

₊˚ʚ

"oh, you're back."

soobin tilted his head, lips pursed as he studies your hunched frame. "sorry, soobin. you keep having to make americanos at midnight for me." you placed your bag down at the cafe lounge chair, easily sliding into the booth. it's been a week of visiting this cafe, a week of talking to the barista, a week of receiving endless amounts of help and feedback on your work. soobin, your eternal saviour, your light at the end of the tunnel, your guardian angel. multiple times has he lent a helping hand to you, allowing you to swiftly complete your work and improving on the essays and projects that you've been pulling all nighters (and your hair) for.

"why're you so willing to help me?" the question slipped out, your eyes boring into soobin's back as he closely monitors the coffee beans. "well," he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. "everyone deserves a little help sometimes. even if they're extremely sleep deprived. i see .. myself in you, i guess." soobin shoved his hands into his apron pockets, leaning against the cover, back still facing you. you leaned your head against the table, mulling over his words. he.. sees himself in you? what does that mean? your thoughts echoed through your head, ricocheting off each other.

"hey, stop thinking about it so much," soobin suddenly appeared, placing your americano before you. he leaned forward, upper body against your table. "i know that university work's tough, but i promise you, you'll always find solace here, alright? i'll be here every night. i know you're worried about many things, but my presence will not be one of them." soobin gently carresses your fingers, before casting you a soft smile. "i promise you."

butterflies erupted in your stomach, as you feel your face grow hotter. "t..thank you.." you managed to stutter out, looking down at your unfinished work, a little flustered from the sudden burst of affection from the midnight barista. you grabbed the coffee cup, before collecting yourself. was that.. was that a confession..?

₊˚ʚ

"y'know, i admire your consistency." soobin suddenly speaks, thus dragging your attention onto him. your eyebrows furrowed, confused. "consistency? like.. my school work? i haven't showed you my results before though.." you mumbled out, brain still trying to catch up on the horrendously low number of hours of sleep you managed to catch that week. soobin giggled, looking at you with a .. weird emotion in his eyes. "no, silly. your consistency in managing to come here every midnight. it's been three weeks, and you've never missed a day." you pursed your lips, before realisation dawned on you ─ has it really been three weeks? you flashed a small embarrassed smile, eyes turning back to your computer.

soobin's memory is immaculate. remembering the exact preferences you had for decoration suggestions you sometimes gave, and memorising the exact timing on how long you loved for the coffee beans to roast. his knowledge is expanse too, almost as if he dabbled in everything before. what soobin is oblivious to, however, is the fact that on your phone, you have a little alarm to wake you up everyday to head to the cafe. so no matter what, you were determined to enter the cafe at twelve midnight. what was the reason behind this? honestly, you're not sure yourself (yet). all you know is that you're dead-set in seeing soobin's smile everyday.

suddenly, a ringtone rang out. "oh, excuse me." soobin got up from the sofa across you, before heading into the back of the cafe to handle the call. "huh? a phone call at 1am? especially from dialing the cafe number?" your fingers twirled with your pen, neck straining as you tried your best to hear the phone call. unfortunately, only bits and pieces of information entered your ears. "close down.... rent......two days."

your heart sank. soobin's lanky figure emerged from the room, face clearly distressed. when his eyes landed on you, he seemed to get even more anxious, fingers twiddling with the hem of his shirt, akin to a child feeling extremly guilty. he opened his mouth as if to say something, before closing it again. you patted the seat next to you, a silent invitation. a reassurance.

"so... the cafe is in a bit of a financial crisis as of right now.." soobin looked down at the table, eyes not daring to meet yours. he continued, " 'cause of lack of customers, and the expenses of the ingredients and rent... the owner said that it would be best to shut this cafe down for good." soobin sighed, broad shoulders sinking into his shirt, making it look too big on soobin. you didn't like that. you didn't like your soobin looking so small and fragile.

"all good things must come to an end one day," you gave a small smile, your palm unfolding over soobin's closed fist. "i don't want our nights to end." a small confession muttered from his lips. "i don't want our nights to end too, soobin. this .. all this means so much to me. so, so much." you looked away, gazing at the twinkling stars in the distance. your hand feels heavy against soobin's, but your heart weighs heavier. the truth is, having these nights end scare you to no end. "but.. we'll figure a way out, right? like we always have." you offered a small semblance of hope, an open question hanging.

empty confessions fill the air. a choked sob escapes soobin. your heart aches as you pull him towards your shoulder, allowing for a place of comfort, no matter how small. a place of solace for him, showing that there was never any doubt for your presence in his life as well. you mirror his sentiments as you pulled him against you tighter, hands rubbing his forearm as he cries into your shoulder.

a warm tear glided down your cheek.

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you huffed, melachonly settling uncomfortably into your stomach. the bells above your head chimed one last time, as you enter the cafe. your sneakers step onto the furnished hardwood, as the warm lights embrace you. there, behind the counter, soobin stood. just like that night three weeks ago, he was there. always, with a cup of americano ready. "i never took you to the rooftop before, right?" you shook your head, your curiosity piqued at the mention of the roof. was it even allowed? soobin snapped you out of your thoughts, waving a hand in front of you.

"you're not scared of heights, are you..?" soobin question, his grasp on your wrist loosening as he led you up the staircase. "a little late for that, no?" you giggled, trailing closely behind soobin. "oh.. true.." he mumbled, blinking a bit. he chuckled, hand reaching for the doorknob towards the roof. "i like to come up here after my shifts. it.. relaxes the mind, y'know? makes it feel like-" "it's all going to be alright." you completed his sentence, your eyes gazing into his own. "yeah.. exactly." he huffed, letting a small laugh out.

once both of you are settled onto the roof, a thick silence envelops the air. you leaned your head onto soobin's shoulder, huddling closer towards him, as if this is your last chance to ever see him. he wrapped his arm around you, head turned up towards the two twinkling stars in the sky. "i never told you this, but.. i used to hate working the midnight shift." soobin starts off, hesistant in continuing. you faced him, urging him to finish his train of thought. "it wasn't a very nice time to work, haha.. i mean, midnight isn't usually the time when people would come into a cafe, so most days were dull." you hummed, leaning further into him.

"until you started visiting." you laughed, "you're only saying that to make me happy." "no no, i'm serious!" soobin frantically waved his hand, heart-shaped lips forming a pout. "i mean it, really. you've.. changed my life in more ways than i expected. i thought you were just going to be a one-time customer, but you kept visiting. kept accompanying me." he barely whispers out the last part, his breath fanning into the cold air. "it's sweet. i look forward to it everyday." a small red tint appears on soobin's ears, as he looks down in embarrassment.

you tightened your grip around his arm, giggling in silence. "i have a confession too. i set an alarm on my phone, reminding me everyday to walk over to your cafe at midnight. that's what explains my consistency, it's because i want to see you. everyday." your voice becomes smaller as you continued. "i guess what i'm saying is that.. i like you." you confessed, burying your face into his arm.

soobin lifted your face, before leaning in, pressing his lips onto yours. you swear you could feel fireworks explode as your heart pumps in such a familiar rhythm that you can't help the nostalgic feeling that settles in your chest. "soo-bin", it pumps, and it keeps on pumping, the blood flowing through your body a reminder of how your love for him flows through you, almost naturally. you closed your eyes, pressing deeper into the kiss.

soobin pulled away, chest heaving. expectant eyes gaze upon you, his hair messed up, much like the day you two met. "i guess midnights will always belong to us." he said breathlessly.

"always."

₊˚ʚ

"you'll really be working here, right?" soobin asked for what seemed like the sixtieth time today. "yes, binnie. as long as you’re here." he hummed in sastifaction at your reply, cuddling further into your chest.

“wait, angel.” you softly nudged him away, smoothening your clothes over as you put on your customary smile. “welcome to azure dreams, what can i get you?” your fingers hovered over the display, but something else is hovering behind you as well. soobin gazes at you from behind, pouting as you politely handle the customer. turns out, the only reason why azure dreams “fell out of business” is because soobin, your dearest, cutest boyfriend forgot to flip the “open/close” sign every time he opened the cafe. the only reason why you managed to meet him two months ago was because you were too tired to even notice the sign..

“i didn’t know you were so good at handling other people but suddenly able to push your boyfriend away. it’s like you don’t care about me at all.. am i not the one who secured you a good schedule and a job? you just threw me to one side like i mean nothing. and to think you confessed to sweetly on that very rooftop! so this is how younger people treat their elders nowadays-” soobin keeps on talking in the back of the kitchen, lips moving at a speed you can’t even read. you lunged forward, catching his lips in a kiss. a deep blush rose to soobin’s face, eyes widening as his hands flutter about as he can’t even seem to find a proper place to put it. on the counter or on your waist?! what if his colleagues walk in..! before he can even finish contemplating, you pull yourself away from him. “you talk a lot, baby.” you teased, before bouncing away to actually do your job.

soobin touched his lips, eyes trailing your figure as you worked. god, he’s so whipped.

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WHERE HE CAN'T REACH ❥ 강태현, 최수빈

⋆·˚ ༘ * taehyun knew what you were to soobin: off-limits. boundaries were supposed to protect what you all had. but when affection starts to feel like ownership, and longing begins to look a lot like love, taehyun’s desire becomes the loudest betrayal of all.

pairing: taehyun x reader x soobin ✮⋆˙✐ 9.3k

warnings: f!reader, smut with plot, jealousy, toxic best friend soobin, possessive soobin, taehyun's in love, reader favors taehyun, roommates, alcohol consumption, hidden feelings, no mxm, voyerism, dom!soobin, switch!taehyun, sub!reader, eiffel tower, oral (f & m rec.)

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Soobin saw it in the way your eyes followed Taehyun across the room. The way you sighed dreamily, drinking in every inch of him—it was unmistakable.

You thought you were being discreet with your longing stares, only to have Soobin force your attention back to him with a tug on your waist.

Soobin was your childhood best friend. Connected at the hip for as long as you could remember. Every major life event, every core memory, every milestone. Soobin was there, as you were for him.

He had always been quite... territorial about you. And he couldn't tell when the feeling crept up on him.

Maybe it was the first time you cuddled during a movie as adults. Maybe it was the first time you changed your clothes in front of him in college, not thinking much of it since you took baths together as children. Or was it that day he finally had the chance to taste you, drunk and sloppy after a night out?

Or maybe—just maybe—it was when Kang Taehyun stepped into the picture.

Soobin had known Taehyun first, of course. Their friendship formed almost instantly when they ended up sharing the same schedule in college. Naturally, it wasn’t long before Soobin introduced you, his childhood best friend, to the person who had quickly become his closest friend at school. How could he not?

Soobin didn't regret many things in his life. But watching the way your eyes locked with Taehyun's as you spoke each other's names for the first time? That made him wish he could go back in time.

It wasn’t always bad, though. The three of you had once been inseparable, a tight-knit trio that stayed together well beyond college. You even became roommates as you stepped into your busy adult lives. On paper, it was the kind of perfect setup anyone would envy.

Until the year stretched on, and lines began blurring more by the day.

First, it was Soobin coming home from work later than usual, only to find you and Taehyun cooking dinner together and laughing a bit too softly. Not to mention the abrupt end to the laughter once he closed the door behind him.

Then it was Taehyun waiting up for you when you were out late, pretending like it was a casual concern, nothing more.

The worst one to date was you falling asleep on the couch during your typical Friday movie nights. Except your head conveniently rested in Taehyun's lap, not Soobin's like you had done for years.

Soobin couldn’t help but crave your attention. It wasn’t because he wanted you. Not in any real, romantic way at least. It was just that you’d always been his to have around. His constant.

You were supposed to be his. You were supposed to go to him when things were hard. Go to him when you were needy late at night. Trust him with any and everything. Cuddle him, cherish him, love him. Only him.

Yet there went your fucking eyes scaling Taehyun as he walked past the TV and into the kitchen without a care in the world.

You knew exactly how Soobin felt when it came to you. You’d known for a while at this point. But part of you had hoped it would fade—that if you stayed close, stayed safe, you wouldn’t have to hurt him.

Across the room, Taehyun wasn’t stupid.

He felt your eyes on him. He wanted to look back, to match the desire in your stare. But he knew one glance at you would earn him a reprimanding glare from Soobin.

It was no secret how close you and Soobin were. One thing about Taehyun—he notices everything.

He saw how Soobin's hands always managed to find your waist. How your head tilts toward him during conversations. Even now, with your legs swung over Soobin's lap as you settled in for your movie night.

But of course you were close. You were childhood friends, for crying out loud. Your relationship was something sacred. Something off-limits to Taehyun.

It was never said out loud, but you were Soobin's. And Taehyun wasn't the type to steal.

Taehyun had become quite good at playing it cool with you. But his patience would easily wear thin when you laugh too hard at his jokes. When your hand lingers too long on his forearm. When you fall asleep next to him on the couch, Soobin nowhere in sight, and your breath brushing his neck.

And he couldn't do a single thing about it. Not when Soobin set his boundaries so clearly. So instead, he's gotten so used to burying it.

I can live like this, Taehyun would try to convince himself. Stay the third. The extra. It's better than risking the whole trio.

At least until tonight.

Taehyun found his way back to the living room after retrieving the half-empty bottle of wine from the kitchen. A movie night wasn't complete without a few shared drinks.

Topping off both yours and Soobin's glasses, he put the bottle down and settled back on the couch beside you, pretending not to look.

But now it's Soobin's stare that catches Taehyun's attention. He suddenly couldn't take his eyes off the younger boy beside you.

With some liquid courage, Soobin sucked in a breath. Fuck it.

"You want her, don't you?" Soobin muses, his grip on your shin tightening. Your body goes stiff under his touch.

Taehyun’s throat dries. Because he’s wanted you for so long, he forgot what not-wanting feels like.

He glances at you, still frozen, then back at Soobin. "Excuse me?" is all he manages.

A scoff emits from Soobin's throat. He watches you, but speaks to Taehyun. "Don't act dumb. I see the way you eye fuck each other across the room every chance you get."

Your heart drops into your stomach. You swallow hard, pulse ticking behind your ears. “Soobin… what are you doing?” you ask cautiously.

"Giving you what you both want."

Taehyun doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t leave either. His silence screams.

That’s when Soobin smiles. Not cruel or mocking, just curious. Possessive. "Maybe I should see what happens when I share. Just once."

You blink as if trying to reset what you just heard. Your brain floods with static, but underneath it… there’s intrigue. You hate how your breath hitches. Hate that he’s not wrong.

For a moment, you don’t speak. Not because you don’t want this, but because you do. Because this is the kind of thing that changes everything.

Slowly, you turn your head. Taehyun won’t even look at you. His jaw is locked, throat bobbing, fists clenched in his lap. His silence is louder than any yes.

“This feels like a game to you,” you finally say.

"Maybe it is." He nods his chin over at Taehyun. "But he's the one who's losing."

Taehyun's jaw tightens, the first time he's moved since Soobin's outburst. What was he to do? He's been in love with you for years. But he didn't want you like this. Not as some power play. And certainly not as Soobin’s dare.

"Taehyun?" You whisper, exchanging silent words that Soobin can't decipher, and he hates the secret language you two share.

Taehyun felt like he was being set up. Like Soobin was daring him to cross a line. To see how much pride he’d swallow.

If this was the only way he could have you, even for one night, then so be it. He’d give Soobin a fucking show.

“Don’t think this is about you,” Taehyun breaks his silence, eyes never leaving you. “She’s the only reason I’m still sitting here.”

Soobin hums in content. The words sting, but Taehyun is still submitting. That’s a win in his eyes.

Your name lingers in your ears. Then you feel Soobin’s large hand gripping your chin, guiding your gaze back to him. "If you want this," his voice is calm yet commanding. "I need you to stand up. Right now."

You want so badly to look back at Taehyun, to check if his eyes still burn for you. But Soobin's grip keeps you locked on him. He raises an eyebrow, waiting for your decision.

Before fear can catch up with you, you're straightening your shoulders and swinging your legs off Soobin's lap. Now you're standing directly in front of the two men on the couch. Just waiting.

After watching you for a moment, Soobin slowly stands with you. To your surprise, he laces his fingers with Taehyun's, who is still sitting on the couch, pulling him to his feet.

Soobin bends down to pick up both yours and Taehyun's wine glasses. You take yours from his hands without question. After an intense exchange of eye contact, Taehyun finally takes his glass—a reluctant agreement.

Eventually, Soobin picks up his own. "Finish it," he commands, tilting his head back first, downing the dry red liquid. He sets his glass down, staring back at Taehyun. "Hope you can take direction as well as you talk back."

The gravity of the situation was beginning to strike you. You could only hear the sound of your own heartbeat, all the nerves and excitement beginning to pile up. Staring down at the red wine in your glass, you debate whether it's too late to turn back.

It's the second thud of glass hitting the table that brings you back. Taehyun had finished his drink. He was in. Your chest tightens as you lift your eyes to find him already looking at you, steady and unflinching.

Here's goes nothing. Finishing your wine, Soobin is quick to set your glass down for you. He takes your hand in his.

You glance back at Taehyun before Soobin pulls you away, leading you all the way to his bedroom. The two of you follow him closely behind, unspoken consent hanging in the air.

Taehyun rolls his eyes once Soobin turns his back. Of course he picked his own bedroom. It was a deliberate move. A silent dig at Taehyun that he was meant to swallow.

Now the door is shut behind all three of you. The room is buzzing with a new energy, and you almost don't know what to do with yourself. Nobody speaks right away.

Soobin moves first. His large hand presses firmly against Taehyun's chest, guiding him toward the bed. You couldn't quite grasp the dark look they exchanged, but it made your breath catch. "Sit down," he gently commands.

With slight hesitation, Taehyun takes a comfortable seat on the edge of Soobin's bed. Excitement bubbles inside Taehyun, watching you stand so helplessly in the middle of the room. He notices the way you bite the inside of your cheek, a common nervous habit of yours.

The excitement is quick to fade, though, as Soobin slowly circles you, stopping directly behind your body.

"Stand still for me," he directs you this time, pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it onto the floor. "Let him see you like this."

Your lips part in a quiet gasp when Soobin presses himself against your back. He gathers your hair in a ponytail, craning your neck to the side. Suddenly, he begins pressing soft kisses to the warm flesh.

Your eyes flutter closed. The feeling of Soobin's lips was too good not to bask in. Especially as his hands began searching your body. Light grips of your hips and thighs became overwhelming. Soobin had always been greedy when it came to you, and this was no different.

A gentle moan escaped your lips as Soobin's hand settled between your legs. He cups you over your pajama shorts, firm and in just the right place.

Taehyun wonders what he did in his past life to deserve such torture.

It pained him to see you crumpling in Soobin's hands. But watching the way your needy hips leaned in the touch, almost begging for more, had Taehyun tightening in his pants more than he'd like to admit.

Your eyes flutter open, Soobin still moving behind you. “He’s j-just watching us,” you stutter. Across from you, Taehyun’s hands grip his knees, knuckles gone white.

"Good. That means he's learning." Soobin simply responds.

His assault against your skin continues, biting down on the junction of your shoulder and neck. His eyes stayed trained on Taehyun as he did so, predatory and teasing.

Taehyun can't stay silent for much longer. "What do you want me to do?" He's desperate at this point, dying for Soobin to instruct him.

The question delights Soobin. He smiles against your skin at Taehyun's obedience. "You'll know when I tell you." Soobin removes his hand from between your legs, and you whine at the loss of contact. The noise alone has Taehyun twitching where he sits. "See? He can follow directions."

"And what if I want to direct him instead?"

"Then I'll listen," Taehyun answers you quickly, round boba eyes filled with need as he stares at you. His eyes are fixed on your lacy bra, trying hard to ignore the way Soobin's long fingers trace circles over your nipples through the undergarment. The action pulls more whimpers from you.

God, Soobin had you right under his fingertips. Literally. It's all he's wanted to experience again for a while. And having Taehyun as his witness? He felt as if he'd already won.

"Not yet. He only gets what I give him." Soobin is firm in his stance, keeping his focus on your pleasure. "And right now, I want him to see what it looks like when you start to fall apart.

You don’t get a second to brace yourself before Soobin’s hand slips into your shorts, a finger pushing inside you without warning. “Damn, you’re already soaked for us,” he mutters, emphasizing the word us.

Your legs nearly give out, and your arm shoots back, hooking around Soobin’s neck just to stay upright.

But it’s not him you’re thinking about.

You can’t stop your eyes from drifting to Taehyun, guilt blooming in your chest. Every curl of Soobin’s fingers threatens to drag a name from your lips, and it’s not his. You bite your tongue, swallowing Taehyun’s name like a secret, praying he knows these moans are meant for him.

Cursing silently at the situation he could no longer escape, Taehyun gave in—pulling off his shirt and running a hand down over the front of his sweats, desperate for any kind of relief.

It was the most he could do right now, closing his eyes and pretending those moans were coming from beneath him instead. “Fuck,” he groaned, voice shaky. The effect you had on Taehyun bordered on inhuman.

Your eyes ogled over Taehyun's bare torso. You traced every mole, every dip and curve of his abs with your gaze like you’d been starved of him. Soobin noticed your reaction before Taehyun did. His fingers slipped out of you without warning.

"Go on," Soobin says, almost too kindly, peeling off your shorts. He hooks a finger into your underwear, pulling and snapping the fabric against your skin. You yelp, and he’s already hard just seeing you like this, in almost nothing, in front of them both. Taehyun hates how easily Soobin plays with you.

"Give him some attention. He’s earned it. Right, pretty girl?" You nod, breathless.

Although Soobin hates how eagerly you stride toward Taehyun, he lets you. He wants to see how you act when he allows the other boy access to you. This is exactly what he wanted.

Soobin follows close behind you, ridding himself of his own shirt in the process. The wine had made him bold and dizzy. Without thinking, Soobin presses his hand against the small of your back, almost guiding you into Taehyun's lap.

A low groan leaves Taehyun's throat at the mere sight of you on top of him. When you fully settle into his lap, he's already hissing, grappling with the chains of his own self-control.

For fuck's sake, Taehyun didn't know what to look at or where to touch you. He'd imagined this scenario more times than he could count. But seeing how perfect you were on top of him, it was incomparable to any made-up fantasy. His hands skimmed your sides with uncertainty.

If he let himself fully touch you how he wanted, he worried he would never be able to let go.

Taehyun was keenly aware of Soobin's eyes on you both. The older boy had made his way to bed as well, settling in right behind Taehyun.

The filthy grind of your hips pulls Taehyun's attention back to you. His hands fly to your sides, steadying you, slowing you down.

You understand—he wants this to start slow. He wants to savor you, in case this is the last time. Your eyes lock, the silent language between you growing louder than words.

Your head spins watching Taehyun all fucked out from such simple movements. You hope he knows how long you've been wanting this, too. "You look so perfect," Taehyun sighs longingly.

Taehyun’s arms wrap around your waist, subtle but defiant, as he stares up at you. He starts moving with you, his hips syncing to your rhythm.

His eyes stay on yours, mouth parted, already imagining the way you’d feel wrapped tight around him in this position—how you’d sound moaning his name.

What an unfortunate situation this was.

Without thinking, you lean in, ready to finally press the tender kiss to Taehyun’s lips. The one thing you’ve been aching to give him for what feels like forever.

But before your mouths can meet, your eyes fly open. A large hand grips your face, squeezing your cheeks tightly.

It’s Soobin.

He’s reached around Taehyun’s body, fingers firm on your jaw, his chin resting casually on Taehyun’s shoulder like it’s nothing. Like this isn’t the most intimate moment of your life.

Soobin wasn’t content with how effortlessly in sync you and Taehyun were. It unsettled him more than he thought it would. The quiet intimacy, something he’d never shared with you, was too much to ignore.

So he did the only thing he could think of to stop it. He forced space between you, a silent command to hold off.

"You don't get that part until I say so." Soobin chastises you both.

"Soobin, please," you beg. He hates how he could rarely say no to you. Not when you look at him like that. But he needed to retain his control.

A short sigh leaves his chest. "Taehyun, would you like to feel her lips somewhere else?"

Taehyun doesn't speak. He looks to you first, like he always has and will, for any sort of consent. Of course he wants that. He would be a fool to say no. But he can't give in too willingly. Not when this was Soobin's game.

Carefully, he nods, side-eyeing Soobin, whose face was inches from his own.

Soobin hums beside him, chin still resting on Taehyun’s shoulder as his hand slips from your face. “Alright. He’s been good enough. Go ahead, baby. Show him how sweet you can be.”

Your stomach twists with anticipation, heat pooling between your legs. You don’t need to be told twice. Crawling down Taehyun's body feels natural, like instinct.

You don’t dare look at Soobin as you move, but you feel the heat of his palm pressed on your shoulder, guiding you down, allowing you.

Taehyun’s whole body tightens watching you. His hands fist into the sheets. He doesn’t move—he can’t. Not with you between his legs and definitely not with Soobin's admittedly distracting breath against his neck.

You’ve both waited for this moment, dreamed about it in secret. But now that it’s real, his throat feels tight, like breathing too deeply might ruin everything.

When you kiss just above the waistband of his sweats, he exhales a curse. “Shit…”

He doesn’t touch you when you're like this. He wouldn’t dare, not without Soobin’s permission. But every fiber of his being aches to cup your face, to thread his fingers through your hair, to keep you there.

You tug his waistband down slowly, your hands trembling just slightly. He’s already so hard and leaking. He’s beautiful. How long have I wanted this? For a second, you worry that you’re both toeing the line of something you might not come back from.

“Look at him,” Soobin says from the bed, voice low and amused. “He’s barely holding it together.”

You glance up through your lashes. Taehyun’s head is thrown back against Soobin's shoulder, lip bitten and brows drawn in tight concentration. But then his gaze drops to meet yours, and suddenly he looks wrecked. There’s so much raw emotion layered into that look. So when you finally wrap your mouth around him, you feel him break.

His back arches, his hips twitch, but he still doesn’t thrust. He moans loudly and unfiltered, like the sound was dragged from his chest against his will.

You never thought giving a man head could be so pleasurable until now. You felt almost determined to take all that you could, hand wrapping around the base. Your cheeks hollowed, and your tongue slowly worked against him, dragging over every curve and vein.

He sounded so pretty above you, and all you wanted was for him to touch you. Your hair, your face, your neck, anything to prove he was really here with you.

But one glance at Soobin’s watchful expression told you everything. Taehyun was doing the most he could, trapped by the rules of this game.

He was holding himself back so much that if Soobin gave him even the slightest permission, he’d have you pressed into the mattress in no time.

Lost in thought and mindless pleasure, Taehyun accidentally thrusts up into your mouth, forcing a heavy gag from your throat.

“Oh my god…” his breath shudders, followed by your name. As if it were the only word he remembers.

The sound of his voice sends something sharp through you. You realize, deep in your gut, that you need him to say your name like that again. Over and over like it means something.

Soobin moves fast.

His hand snaps out, gripping Taehyun’s jaw tightly, jerking his head towards him. You stop your movements.

“Aht, aht,” Soobin snaps, his voice low and reprimanding. “You don’t get to claim her like that.”

Taehyun blinks, startled. “I'm sorry. I—I didn’t mean—”

“You will be sorry,” Soobin mutters, releasing him with a final squeeze before turning his attention to you. “Up. Come here.”

You hesitate, lips still tingling, Taehyun’s taste on your tongue. Part of you doesn’t want to leave. But Soobin’s voice is commanding, firm, and you’ve never quite been able to disobey him.

He helps you up, pulling you onto the bed and into his lap, your bare back settling against his warm chest as he rests against the headboard. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, grounding you.

But your eyes are still on Taehyun.

He’s panting, undone, watching the way Soobin holds you like you belong to him. And it hurts. More than it should. More than he expected.

Soobin kisses your temple, his lips soft against your sweat-damp skin. “You’re too generous, pretty girl,” he murmurs, a smile in his voice. “Let’s see what he does now that he can’t have you. Not yet.”

And even though his tone is teasing, you hear the edge of something else underneath.

Because even Soobin knows. The way Taehyun said your name just now…

That wasn’t lust. That was love.

Taehyun’s gaze flickers between your parted lips and the curve of your hips as Soobin draws idle circles into your skin. He can’t breathe, can’t think. You’re right there, so close, yet you were still somehow out of his reach.

He’d give anything to feel you against him. But he knows the rules. He knows who’s in charge.

Soobin studies him like a scientist, intrigued by every inch of restraint. “You're holding back,” he says, almost curious. “You want her bad, don’t you?”

Taehyun doesn’t answer right away. Then, through gritted teeth, he speaks barely above a whisper, “Only an idiot wouldn't want her."

Your heart flutters at Taehyun's words. Soobin hums in discontent. His lips graze the shell of your ear as his voice drops. “But you don’t get her just yet.”

You suck in a breath, your body already responding, heart racing. Taehyun doesn’t look away from you. It's an impossible task.

Soobin’s hand trails slowly down your abdomen. “You want to claim her?” he murmurs. “Then you can start where she needs it most.”

And just like that, he's spreading your legs wide apart for Taehyun. A sight he thought he'd never get to see.

“Keep them open, pretty girl,” Soobin purrs, eyes fixed on Taehyun now. “Let him taste what he’s been dreaming of.”

"Anything you want, Soobin," you whimper, voice cracking. "Just... please let him touch me."

Taehyun, being the gentleman he was, wouldn’t make you wait. Not when you looked at him all desperate, chest heaving, hips arching up to meet him.

Even with you squirming beneath Soobin’s mouth on your neck, his fingers drawing lazy paths across your stomach, Taehyun stayed good and obedient.

If it meant giving you the pleasure you so clearly ached for, he’d wait his turn—but not a second longer than necessary.

Two fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, slowly tugging the fabric down your thighs and discarding it somewhere in the room.

A shiver raced down your spine at the exposure, your legs spreading wider until they draped over Soobin’s thighs.

Taehyun’s kisses against your inner thighs were soft. His movements are stiff and unsure at first, afraid to cross that invisible line.

That’s when you felt Soobin’s breath against your ear, his voice low with a command. “Taste her.”

Taehyun is quick to oblige. The moment his lips come in contact with your dripping cunt, it's like he's lost in you.

A starving man is the only thing you could compare him to. It was quite a beautiful sight, watching him split you apart.

A hard drag of his tongue on your clit makes you call out for him. Your nails sink into the meat of Soobin’s thighs.

“Fuck T-Tae,” you whine lowly. Taehyun groans against your folds. He swears he hasn’t been this hard in his entire life.

Soobin is watching over your shoulder. Even he could see the way Taehyun devoured you, deriving pleasure from the act alone.

Soobin took note of everything—from the way Taehyun’s hands splayed over your stomach, to the way he looked up at you through his tousled hair, eyeing your reactions to ensure he did everything right.

In a quiet act of defiance, Taehyun held Soobin’s gaze as he deepened his mouth between your legs. The eye contact made Soobin clench his jaw behind you, but he didn’t look away.

You felt the pressure of Soobin’s arousal pressing firm against your lower back, your body flush against his. Every twitch of your hips, every breath you took—he felt it all. He always loved seeing you like this, teetering on the edge.

But he couldn’t stand how your body naturally responded to Taehyun’s movements. His heart secretly panged, wanting to take back some control. Even just a little. Just enough.

Soobin’s hand moved sensually down your arm. Goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch, and Taehyun noticed.

There he goes again, owning you, Taehyun thought.

Soobin’s fingers curl over yours where your hand rests on his thigh. Slowly, he lifts it, bringing your fingertips to his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he parts them and takes your middle and pointer fingers into his mouth, sucking with a lewd, deliberate moan.

The feeling of Soobin’s tongue swirling around your fingers—paired with Taehyun’s tongue flicking over your clit—was almost too much to comprehend. Your eyes roll back as your head drops against Soobin’s chest. The dual attention was overwhelming in the most sinful way.

He pulls your fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop, moving his lips to decorate your neck and chest with kisses.

But not before guiding your hand down into Taehyun’s hair, forcing you to thread your fingers through the soft strands. You tugged lightly without thinking, drawing a desperate groan from the boy between your thighs.

“So good for us,” Soobin chuckles. “Show him where you need him most. Gotta get that pretty hole nice and ready, don’t we?”

If Soobin let him, Taehyun would’ve stayed between your legs forever. He would’ve had you fucking his face until you were trembling and out of breath—just one of the many obscene fantasies he kept hidden away.

The taste of you was intoxicating, the only thing grounding him to reality. His hips rutted helplessly into the mattress, probably staining the sheets with pre-cum, desperate for a friction he could never satisfy on his own.

“So pathetic,” Soobin breathes against your ear, fingers rolling your nipples between his fingers now that your bra lay forgotten on the floor. He watches Taehyun unravel between your legs, lips slick and eyes wild with want. A cruel smile tugs at his lips.

“That’s your type, huh?” he coos. “Men who beg with their mouths full?” His teeth sink gently into the shell of your ear, and you shiver at the sting.

You're so close to the cruel edge of release now. Soobin’s sharp words only twisted the coil tighter inside you, but it wasn’t his voice your heart clung to.

It was Taehyun. He pulled at something deeper and tender, even in the filth of it all.

You should’ve left the room before it got to this point. Should’ve said no. Should’ve stopped this before it got any further.

But you don’t. Because this is insane, yes. Reckless and dangerous.

In your mind, you’ve already made your choice. You fell in love with Taehyun before you even realized it, before you ever meant to.

It was in the little moments—the way he always waited up for you. The softness in his voice when he said your name. The ache in your chest when he would smile at someone else.

Emotionally, you chose him a long time ago. This? This is just confirmation.

Soobin sees your mind churning and your breath increasing. He couldn't lose this game.

Soobin’s fingers grip your jaw hard, forcing your head down. “Look at him,” he spits harshly.

Taehyun’s face is buried in your pussy, eyes shut tight as his tongue flicks fast and firm over your clit. He groans like he’s addicted to the taste, hands locked around your thighs to keep you open and still. His head moves with desperate rhythm, like he’s trying to fuck you with his mouth alone.

“Fucking starving for you,” Soobin growls. “You see that? He’s shaking like he’s gonna cum just from eating you.”

You whimper, your breath stalling. Your hips twitch up against Taehyun’s mouth, and he moans louder, grinding his tongue into you harder.

“Don’t look away,” Soobin says. “You wanted this. Now fucking watch him lose it.”

You obey, but you're only focused on the boy below you. "Taehyun, I'm so close. You feel so fucking good."

If you took any longer to cum, Taehyun might’ve made a mess in the bed just from the way you praised him. But it hits you fast—your legs shaking, clenching around nothing, his tongue relentless as it drags over your folds.

Your hips try to jerk up, chasing more, but Soobin’s strong arm pins you to the bed, holding you down like you’re nothing but his.

A scream builds in your throat, Taehyun’s name right there on your tongue—ready to give him everything.

But Soobin doesn’t let you. He collides his mouth with yours, swallowing it, taking the name meant for someone else and replacing it with his own brutal kiss. He owns the sound, owns the moment, and refuses to let you come undone for anyone but him.

Even though the sight of Soobin’s lips on yours makes Taehyun’s blood boil, he doesn’t stop. He coaxes you through every tremble of your orgasm, mouth tracing soft kisses along your thighs and hips. Anywhere he can reach.

This was for you. Always for you. He’d grit his teeth and endure it if it meant getting to have you, really have you, in the end.

Your body shakes, the aftershocks of release leaving you dizzy and pliant against Soobin’s chest. His fingers trace your skin, proud and possessive. You can barely think, but then you feel it.

Taehyun’s hand, tentative yet deliberate, sliding up your thigh.

It’s gentle, a stark contrast to the way Soobin handles you. Taehyun's touch is lighter against your oversensitive skin, filled with care and longing.

You blink down at him. For a moment, the world shrinks down to the softness in his eyes. A small, shaky smile tilts the corner of his mouth.

Not for Soobin, and not for the game they’re playing. For you.

Soobin doesn’t miss the exchange. His hand fists in your hair, tugging just enough to make you whimper, reclaiming your attention.

"Sweet, isn’t he?" Soobin murmurs into your hair, amused. "Thinks he can fuck you better if he touches you softer."

Taehyun's jaw tightens, but he doesn't let go of your thigh. His thumb rubs soothing circles on your skin, a silent promise that even if he’s not allowed to have you, he still feels for you.

"On your knees," Soobin commands, pushing you forward slightly. You’re quick to listen to him.

A contrast to Soobin forcing you forward, Taehyun quickly helps you shift onto your knees. "She's so good for you," Taehyun whispers, surprising himself, admiring your obedience. But he wishes it were for him, not Soobin.

"Isn't she?" Soobin muses. He observes you on your hands and knees as he stands from the bed. In one motion, he slides down his sweat pants and boxers, cock pressed hard and heavy against his stomach.

Taehyun is sitting, waiting beside you on the bed. His hand strokes your back lovingly. Too tender for Soobin's liking. "Did I say you could touch her yet?" The boy snaps.

Taehyun sucks in a frustrated breath, standing from the bed. "What the hell am I supposed to do then?"

Soobin doesn’t answer, just tilts his chin toward you. That was all Taehyun needed. Their eyes lock over your body, an unspoken exchange passing between them. For the first time all night, they weren’t at each other’s throats. They were united in this moment, in what they both wanted. You.

You knew what was going on, and a shiver runs down your spine at the thought of taking them both.

The bed dips behind you. Soobin grips your hips in a bruising hold, positioning himself just right.

Taehyun is more careful when he gets onto the bed, kneeling in front of you. You’re perfectly trapped between the two of them now. His eyes find yours instantly, that same hunger reflected back at you.

The sight of you, on all fours, waiting for him, was something Taehyun could hardly believe. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen—your body laid bare, ready for both of them.

A harsh slap to your ass draws your attention, once again, away from Taehyun. You yelp, retreating slightly, only for Soobin to tug you back against him. “Don't make him wait," he chuckles, enjoying every bit of this. "He's been so patient.”

When you look up at Taehyun again, he gives you a subtle nod in confirmation. His hand wraps around himself as you part your lips, taking him into your mouth for the second time tonight. This time slower, deeper, and more intentional.

Taehyun’s breath shudders out of him, eyes fluttering closed as he tries not to lose control too early. He groans, completely undone by the feeling of you.

Behind you, Soobin doesn’t wait. He takes the moment you’re distracted, and bottoms out inside you with a single, ruthless thrust.

Having been so empty for so long, you can't help but whimper around Taehyun.

"Shit baby," Soobin groans loudly above you, throwing his head back. “If I knew you'd be this tight, I would've had Taehyun stretch you more."

You knew Soobin was getting off on this power play. Every thrust, every word, every command—it was all a show of dominance.

The way he gripped your hips, the way he bent your body to his will. He wanted Taehyun to see it. To watch as he fucked you like he created you.

And god, did he know what he was doing. Each ruthless slam of his hips had your mind short-circuiting, your body jerking with every sharp roll. You could feel how deeply he wanted to leave a mark, to make sure neither of you ever forgot this.

You barely had time to process it, given the way Taehyun filled your throat. Your hands gripped at his thighs for stability as Soobin’s thrusts shoved you forward, pushing Taehyun deeper every time. The gagging sounds only made him groan.

And yet, somehow, it all made your stomach twist deliciously. Being used by one and worshipped by the other.

Neither of the boys was small, either, might you add. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, your throat stretched around Taehyun while your cunt was relentlessly pounded from behind. It was overwhelming—in the best way.

Soobin grunted behind you, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to bruise, clearly enjoying the way you struggled to take it all. “Look at you,” he growled, watching your body bounce between them. “So full, so fucking messy.”

Taehyun’s hand came up to cradle your jaw, his touch softer, wiping a tear away with his thumb as you blinked up at him. His brows were drawn, his lips parted, like he was barely holding himself together. “You’re doing so good,” he breathed, voice strained.

The praise only made the pressure in your core worse—like you could cum from the stimulation alone.

More than the tears in your eyes, guilt continues to spread through your veins when you peer up at Taehyun. He was so intently focused on you, trying to distract himself from the way Soobin used your body.

Taehyun wanted to show you there was nothing to feel guilty about. You’d both agreed to this, to surrender to something bigger than yourselves. He would never hold you accountable for the situation Soobin orchestrated, for the role you were forced to play in a dynamic you never asked for.

Taehyun saw it clearly now—how Soobin had drawn thick, confining lines around you, ones you couldn’t cross without bleeding. But even as you writhed beneath Soobin, Taehyun didn’t see betrayal. He saw the ache you carried. He saw himself in your eyes.

The fire burning in his chest was undeniable. Hot and all consuming. And he knew you felt it too. Because even with Soobin buried deep inside you, Taehyun could feel your heart racing for him.

Your mind wasn’t where your body was. It was with him.

Taehyun wants to touch you even more. He reaches a careful hand up, ready to grip your head for some connection. But he stops himself, looking up at Soobin.

Soobin is already watching his movements. He gives Taehyun a sly smile. “Pull her hair if you’d like. But watch me fuck her while you do it.”

Taehyun’s fingers tangle in your hair gently. The intention isn’t to tug and pull, its to reclaim even just a small part of you.

Even while locked in that silent war with Soobin, eye to eye, neither willing to back down, Taehyun felt his orgasm creeping up fast.

The way you gagged around him, the sight of you being fucked so roughly, it was too much. And Soobin, ever the showman, only fucked you harder under the pressure, like it was a challenge.

You are breathless and dazed from Soobin’s thrusts and grips at your body, keenly aware of Taehyun’s jaw tightening, nearing his climax.

Taehyun moans, watching the say Soobin slid himself in and out of you with ease. Your ass and thighs recoil with Soobin’s every action, slapping of skin filling his ears.

His senses are fully overwhelmed with you. And it’s about to make him spill his load into your mouth while Soobin gets to take you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Taehyun is panicking. He doesn’t want to finish like this. He won’t finish like this.

Without letting another second pass, Taehyun cups a soft hand under your jaw, sliding his length out of your mouth and dropping onto the edge of the bed.

"I- I can't," he pants. "Not like this.”

It didn’t matter how carefully Taehyun stepped aside. The second he did, Soobin grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your face down into the mattress, your cheek flush against the sheets as he fucked into you harder than before.

He didn’t flinch at Taehyun’s absence—he welcomed it. This was his chance to remind him, to show him what he could never have. What had always been his. You.

Soobin’s large frame looms over your own, chest pressed against your back. “Fuck you look so good like this,” he moans against your ear.

Both of Soobin’s arms locked tight around your hips like a seatbelt—no, more like a cage. There was nothing protective about his grip. Every thrust was a claim, every shift of his body a reminder that he owned this moment.

His hips slammed into you with brutal precision, his cock dragging along every sensitive spot that had you biting into the sheets. You weren’t going anywhere, not with the way he held you down like a prize he refused to share.

“Shit,” he gritted through his teeth, eyes flicking down to watch where your bodies met. “You feel that? I'm in your fucking stomach.”

He grinds in deeper, making your body jolt with each stroke. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s raw, filthy, Soobin fully unraveling inside you, and all you can do is take it—and enjoy every second.

Your throaty whines and whimpers go straight to Soobin’s core. It was the perfect circumstance for him. Taehyun sitting beside you both, forced to watch. You, face down in the bed letting Soobin claim your cunt.

Soobin pulled out and came loud and hard on your thighs, painting your skin with ropes of his cum. He held you in place with one hand as the other finished himself off proudly.

His hands roam your body slowly, palming your ass, dragging down your spine. He wanted to commit every inch of you to memory, to hold it over Taehyun later.

Soobin glances sideways, expecting to catch a twitch of jealousy, a clenched fist, anything from Taehyun. But the other man’s face is maddeningly blank, too composed for Soobin’s liking.

“Tsk,” Soobin scoffs, voice low. “Not even gonna put up a fight? Guess you don’t want her bad enough.”

Taehyun’s look darkens at that, his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. His eyes don’t leave yours for a second. “I want her so bad I’m not about to ruin it by acting like you.”

Instead of feeling jealous, Taehyun is simply fixated on you. Your hair falling around your face as your body dropped down onto the white sheets, glowing and smiling up at him.

He could feel the strangling hold that Soobin had on him for years when it came to you slowly unraveling. He was beginning not to care about the repruciations.

He couldn't keep letting these invisible lines delay what he could have right now. Not when he was this close to heaven.

Soobin's hands still possessively gripped your waist as he basked in the aftermath. You were wrecked beneath him, trembling, used, and somehow still desperate for more.

With an annoyed look, he glanced over at Taehyun, who hadn't torn his eyes off you for a second.

"Whatever," Soobin says, helping you move onto your back. His next words are blunt and vulgar. "Your turn to fuck her."

He said it like a joke, like a gift thrown carelessly into the air.

But for Taehyun, it wasn't casual. Not at all.

Soobin lifts himself from you, pressing a final kiss to the base of your throat. He removes himself from the situation entirely, sitting in his gaming chair in the corner of the room.

In Soobin's mind, he'd already succeeded. He put all his cards on the table and showed Taehyun what those boundaries look like up close.

He felt comfortable enough to leave you each to your own devices under his watch, especially with how Taehyun sat frozen. There was no need for him to stake another claim. He already made his point clear.

Soobin would let Taehyun have his last hurrah with you. Let him pretend, for a moment, that any of this was his.

But even as he stepped back, there was a smug glint in his eye. Because no matter how tender Taehyun touched you, no matter how deep his feelings ran, Soobin knew you’d still be aching from him. Still dripping with him. Still ruined by him.

Taehyun hesitates, fists balled at his sides. His instincts warred inside him—to obey, to fall in line, to pretend this was still just a game.

But then you looked at him. Your eyes pleading and trusting.

Taehyun reached for you, hands shaking, and finally touched you. His palms smoothed over your sides, cradling you as though you were something breakable.

Your heart stops once he climbs on top of you. His hand is holding your face lovingly. The other is on his cock, gliding it up and down your folds, covering himself in your slick.

You're already arching into him, wanting him to devour you. He hovers above you now, lips inches from yours.

Taehyun's eyes soften. "Can I kiss her now?"

Soobin opens his mouth to speak, but Taehyun barely waits for instruction. He’s already kissing you breathless, full of all the reserved energy he’s bottled up since the moment he met you.

His lips were softer than you ever imagined, plush and warm against yours. Tilting his head to the side, he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping past your parted lips to tangle with yours. It was messy and sweet, needy and slow. So perfect it almost hurt.

His heart thudded painfully behind his ribs. He should’ve just played along. Should’ve been grateful for scraps. Grateful for Soobin even letting him touch you.

And yet the second your arms reach around his neck, a whine escaping your lips, something inside him snapped again.

This wasn't Soobin’s anymore. There was no more pretending

You were his. And you always had been.

When he finally slides into you, it’s like the gates of heaven open just for him. The warmth, the tightness elicited a guttural moan he didn’t even try to hold back.

His hands grip your hips with a desperation he’s been holding in for far too long, and for a moment, he’s completely lost in the feeling of you.

The way Taehyun fucks you is at an entirely different rhythm than Soobin. It's slow, focused, and intimate.

Each roll of his hips feels like worship. Like an apology for every second he spent pretending you weren't everything he ever wanted.

Soobin leans back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. He watches, expecting Taehyun to fall in line—to treat you like a toy the way he had.

But the longer he watches, the more his smirk fades.

Taehyun’s attention is entirely on you. Soobin might as well not exist. His obedience has completely vanished.

Taehyun leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he rocks into you. His voice is just a whisper, too soft for Soobin to catch.

"Please let me have you," he breathes with his head in your neck. "Let me keep you. I don’t want to keep playing this game."

His words make you clench around him, and Taehyun shudders from the feeling. He cradles your waist, pressing his forehead against yours.

Another slow thrust is followed by a broken whimper from your throat that he captures with a kiss. You’re trembling underneath him, legs spread and nails dragging down his back. It’s driving him insane.

"Taehyun," you're gasping. "More. I need more of you."

The way you whisper his name, all broken and needy, undoes him.

At first, Taehyun tried to be careful. Tried to savor the feeling of finally having you underneath him, your body clinging to his with every movement.

But he couldn't do it. Not when you were gasping his name like that. Not when your hands fisted his hair, trying to pull him even closer.

Taehyun groans low in his chest. His hips start snapping harder into you, the bedframe creaking beneath the force.

"Holy shit," you whimper, your voice wrecked. "Please. Don't stop, don't stop."

Taehyun knows Soobin’s still in the room. He knows this isn't how it was supposed to go. But he doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

He kisses you more, claiming every little moan and sob that spills out of you. His hands are everywhere—your hips, your ass, your thighs, holding you down so he can fuck you properly.

"Mine," he rasps against your lips. "You're fucking mine. Say it."

You nod frantically, too overwhelmed to form words. Tears prick at your eyes from how deep he’s hitting, from the way he’s using you like you belong to him—and you do.

"Yours," you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm yours, Taehyun. Just yours."

He promised he would burn Soobin's control to the fucking ground.

Taehyun thinks he hears Soobin say something, but he’s not even listening anymore.

It’s your eyes. Your lips. Your voice when you moan his name. Taehyun doesn't know how he lasted this long without you.

Taehyun suddenly slides one hand between your bodies, rubbing slow, tight circles over your clit intimately, right in front of Soobin. Claiming you in a way that wasn’t about performance or obedience.

It was about you and him and nothing else.

Soobin keeps watching from his chair. Arms still folded behind his head, trying to look relaxed. Trying to look like this was all still his game.

But his eyes narrow, because he finally see it.

The way you cling to Taehyun like he's oxygen. The way Taehyun fucks you like he owns every inch of your body, and you let him.

Not because you were told to, but because you wanted to.

Soobin shifts in his seat, adjusting the growing tightness in his pants, but says nothing.

You make a brief, subtle eye contact with Soobin over Taehyun's shoulder. Taehyun's head is buried in your neck, running his tongue over your skin.

The eye contact lasts for only a second before Taehyun kisses you again. Soobin looks down, defeated.

It wasn’t just that he’d lost you. It’s that he’d created the space for you to be found.

In truth, he wasn’t sad about losing control. He felt like an asshole. All this time he’d acted like you belonged to him, without ever really seeing you. And by doing so, he’d left the door wide open for someone else to treat you like you deserved.

He sees it now—the emotional aftermath of his actions. How all his possessiveness didn’t protect anything. It only pushed you further into someone else’s arms.

And Taehyun, he wasn’t some rival. He was the one who waited. The one who loved you gently. Respectfully. Quietly. The one who never needed to control you because he always believed you deserved to choose.

It hits Soobin like a punch to the gut.

Taehyun isn't fucking you. He's making love to you.

It felt like he was watching you fall for each other right in front of him—slow, inevitable, and completely out of his hands.

Unaware of Soobin’s shift in demeanor, you’re too busy with your legs pressed into your chest, Taehyun focused on every inch of you.

You're gripping his shoulders, never wanting to let him go. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock. Always knew you would," Taehyun whines out between heavy breaths.

He reached out to close his hand around your throat. Not squeezing, he just wants to feel your blood pulse beneath his fingertips. See if your heart raced the way his did. He's close, and you are too.

"I'm s-so close Tae, please keep going." You're drowning in him. Moans loud and unconcealed at this point.

"That's it," he's whispering again, savoring the moment for you both. His hips are sputtering against you, about to release. "Let go for me."

A few more thrusts and you're orgasming even harder than you did on his tongue. Taehyun's name echoes on your lips, and Soobin isn't there to swallow it this time.

Taehyun is almost disappointed. He wants to fuck you until the end of time. But your cunt clenching around him like a glove has him spilling his seed on the spot. He pulls out just in time, releasing onto your stomach and chest.

You smile up at him through your pretty eyelashes like you were waiting for an order. But not from Soobin, from him. His heart swells with pride.

Taehyun would hate to put you in a box the way Soobin has forever. But in this moment, he felt you belonged to him.

He collapses next to you on the bed, the hesitation in his mind completely eradicated as he pulls you against his side, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Been wanting this forever."

Soobin abruptly stands from his chair. Your heart jumps, and you're afraid of how he might react. He just watched Taehyun make love to you, and he's the one who let it happen in his own bed.

Both yours and Taehyun’s heads snap in his direction. Instinctively, Taehyun’s hand tightens around your hip, keeping you against him. Soobin’s gaze roams your body until he tears them away to meet Taehyun’s.

Soobin’s eyes soften. It’s a complete 180 from the beginning of the night. He offers Taehyun a faint, sad smile, and for once, Taehyun lets his guard down. They share a quiet nod—a moment just between them, one you don’t try to understand.

Soobin looks at you one last time. “You guys stay here, I’m gonna go get a towel.” His tone is different now, less commanding and more concerned.

Stepping away, he knew what his role was now. Not to possess you, but to care for you. To make sure you felt safe and seen. His earlier attempts at control felt hollow compared to the connection you shared with Taehyun.

As Soobin moved toward the door, he caught a glimpse of you two tangled in bed—noses brushing, lips exchanging words too soft for him to hear.

It hits him again when he closes the door.

He wasn't watching the two of you fall. You already have.

This whole time, the game was over before it had even begun.

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[page-isa]

TAKE ME AWAY - teaser

summary – after breaking up with your cheating boyfriend, who else is there to go to except your best friend soobin? living together has made you come to face your feelings for him. surely he doesn’t feel the same… right?

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pairing: choi soobin x f!reader

word count: 0.2k for teaser | 10k for full fic

content/warnings: college au, bsfs to lovers, idiots to lovers, alcohol consumption, fluff, minor angst, smut (mdni), nipple play, multiple sex positions, giving head, angsty confession, let me know if i missed anything

author’s note: hii! after working so long on this fic (and procrastinating) it is finally finished! i hope everyone that reads this enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

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Soobin's eyes linger on you, softly asleep. Your snores fill the air, soft hums play a rhythm. Not a moment spent before he notices the jacket you were wearing.

His high school graduation jacket, Reading Choi Soobin 2020. It sits on you perfectly as you sleep. It didn't fit him anymore, but still managed to be your size. It sends him into a craze over you. He has been fawning over you before you got a boyfriend, but now that you’ve broken up with that awful man. He wasn't holding back on his thoughts on you anymore. The way your hair fell, when you held eye contact with him, laughing with a grin. He was obsessed.

Choi Soobin wants to be your lover, not just your best friend.

Throwing himself down at the kitchen table, controlling himself against the sight of you lying there, perfect like you are posing for a painting. Unable to get it out of his head, reeling through his mind for anything to shift his thoughts from you, but his mind's full of you.

You weren't even trying, but you made him internally scream at a single look from you.

He couldn't be in love with you.

You’re his bestfriend.

Right?

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[taegimood]

subby soob splayed out on his back, pretty head in the pillows and legs fallen open with his arms laid on either side of his head, fucked within an inch of his life as you slide up and down his long, fat cock; he’s watching it all from the mirrors installed on his ceiling as he lays there drooling at the sight. so dazed that he can’t even do anything but lay there and take it, until your knees tighten around his waist and you’re sinking down deeper on him and as if by muscle memory his hands are instantly gripping your hips, woken back into reality with a drawn-out moan as you rock back and forth on him <3

he’s such a pretty pillow prince as his hands travel up to grope your tits.. wants them in his mouth so bad but he’s so fucked out that he can’t even prop himself up enough to suck on them :(

panting as his eyes squeeze shut momentarily when you pause your bouncing to just grind on him, his tip rubbing deliciously back and forth against your cervix, pussy so tight around him to the point where he’s seeing stars; you’re tempted to tell him to get on top and fuck you himself, but you know that your poor bunny can’t take much more as his glazed eyes find yours with a whimper.

you coo and lean down just enough so he can take your tits in his mouth, his wanton moan muffled against your skin that he rushes to accept. “good bunny,” you praise breathlessly, “fucked so dumb that you can’t even use this fat cock of yours to fuck me right.. want me to do all the work tonight, hm?”

that does it for soobin. you gasp out a moan as his hips snap up into yours, thick sticky cum shooting into your cunt as he holds you down on him, whimpering and groaning into your chest before finally going limp and breathless against the pillows as you spasm around him when your own orgasm hits, overstimulating his throbbing cock.

he’s just gazing up at you so dazed and loving, fluffy hair damp as you brush it off of his forehead and lean down to kiss his swollen, wet lips 🥺

his kisses are eager but languid, poor baby so tired and cuddly, and he doesn’t let go of you for the rest of the night <3

[niki-phoria]

I BELIEVE, WE ARE MEANT TO BE

pairing: soobin x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 389

notes: very small drabble inspired by this soobin icon i found and txt's comeback !! barely proofread pls forgive any mistakes, title from txt - i'll see you there tomorrow

the night is quiet. under the cover of the setting sun, the only sounds that echo throughout the park are soobin’s whispered teases and your quiet laughter. it's empty so late into the night, only inhabited by squirrels occasionally running across tree branches and moths fluttering around the streetlights illuminating your path. 

goosebumps arise against your bare skin when a gust of wind blows through the air; shivers run down your spine. soobin’s lips quirk into a small frown as he reaches over, taking your hand into his own. his fingers trace against the grooves of your knuckles as he envelops your cold hands into his own. “are you cold?”

“a little, yeah,” you murmur. soobin wraps his arms around you when another wind blows past, tugging you backwards until you’re leaning against his chest. in hindsight, maybe you should have grabbed your jacket before you left the house that morning. but in the moment, the excitement of seeing soobin faster was much more enticing than checking the weather.

soobin moves before you can protest, slipping his hat off and instead tugging it onto your head. you huff as you relent, remaining still as he pushes and pulls at the corners until the fabric covers the tops of your ears. “there we go,” he smiles, then switching his attention towards adjusting the fabric until the faux cat ears stand upright. “that’s better.”

you stifle a laugh as you shake your head, pressing yourself against soobin’s side once again. his arm comfortably wraps around your waist; his arm resting around your shoulders. “don’t even think about taking off your gloves too.”

“fine.” soobin dramatically huffs in defeat, relenting with a soft smile lingering on his lips. he tugs you along the path faster, guiding you towards the light of the streetlight that illuminates the entrance of the park. “come on. let’s go home and make some hot chocolate before you get sick.”

“you mean before you get sick,” you murmur. soobin gasps in mock surprise but his response dies in his throat when you turn, quickly pressing a chaste kiss against his cheek. if soobin’s fingers are cold when he intertwines them with yours, your complaints go unsaid. and if the flush on his cheeks isn’t entirely from the wind chill, nobody has to know but the two of you.

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[junwritten]

almost.

⸻ angst, jealousy, emotional tension, hurt/comfort

part two of; the way you looked at me

▸ pairing: soobin x f!reader

▸ genre: established relationship, hurt/comfort, jealousy, misunderstandings

▸ warnings: emotional miscommunication, jealousy, insecure soobin, soft confrontation, hurt feelings, but ends in comfort

soobin had always known you were magnetic.

you didn’t even try. you’d just walk into a room and people would find you—start laughing louder, leaning in closer, saying your name like it tasted sweeter on their tongue than anyone else’s.

and he could handle that. he really could.

until it became too much.

until it was a friday night, and you were halfway across the room, surrounded by friends he didn’t recognize well enough to trust, laughing at jokes that didn’t belong to him, glowing like something no one should ever want to share.

and he was sitting alone with a drink he didn’t like and a tightness in his chest he couldn’t name.

you looked over at him once.

just once.

you smiled. soft. distracted. like someone checking in on a pet left in the corner. and then you turned back to them, and he knew—he knew—that if he vanished right then and there, no one would notice until the Uber ride home.

his throat was dry. the music was too loud. the couch felt too cold, even with your jacket still folded beside him.

when you finally came back—an hour later, maybe two—he had stopped checking the time.

“sorry,” you said, sliding next to him like nothing was wrong. “you looked comfy.”

he hummed.

you leaned your head against his shoulder. “did you eat anything? i think yeji ordered food for everyone.”

“no,” he said flatly.

you pulled back slightly. “are you okay?”

he looked at you. really looked at you. your lip gloss was smudged. someone else’s jacket was around your shoulders. your phone lit up with a new message from a contact labeled with three heart emojis and a nickname he didn’t recognize.

“yeah,” he said. “fine.”

you didn’t believe him. you never did. but you let it go.

you always did.

—

it happened again the next weekend.

a different party. different people. same feeling.

this time, you were sitting too close to someone on the back porch. they handed you a drink and you sipped it without hesitation. they whispered something, and you laughed, head thrown back, eyes gleaming.

soobin saw red.

he stood up. walked away. didn’t even look back.

you didn’t come after him.

he waited, this time, until you got home.

you unlocked the door to his apartment like always, kicked your shoes off like always, called his name in that familiar way that used to make his heart bloom.

he was already sitting on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen.

you paused. “hey.”

he didn’t answer

you walked over. sat beside him. “are you mad?”

he shook his head once.

you touched his arm. “soobin. talk to me.”

he turned. finally. and there was something in his eyes that scared you a little.

“do you even realize,” he said, voice too quiet, “how easy it is for everyone to love you?”

you blinked.

“do you realize what it feels like to sit in the background every night and watch you light up for people who don’t even know how lucky they are just to stand next to you?”

“soobin—”

“i know i said i was okay with this. with the way we are. but i lied.”

your breath caught. “what are you saying?”

he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers laced together too tightly.

“i’m saying i feel like i’m always watching you slip away from me,” he said, and his voice broke on the last word. “and i don’t know if i’m allowed to ask you to stop.”

your chest ached.

you moved closer, but he flinched back slightly. not enough to hurt—but enough to feel.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” you whispered.

“i know.”

“you should’ve told me.”

“and say what? that i can’t stand the way you laugh with them? that i hate when they text you first? that it kills me every time someone touches you like they have the right to?”

you swallowed hard. “you do have the right to.”

his laugh was soft. bitter. “do i? because lately, i’m not so sure.”

you reached out. took his hand.

he didn’t pull away this time.

“i love you,” you said. “you. only you.”

he looked at you, eyes rimmed red. “then why do you always look happier with them?”

you froze.

because he meant it. because he wasn’t accusing you—he was confessing. raw and honest. terrified.

“i didn’t know you felt that way,” you said.

“i didn’t want you to.”

the silence between you was thick. it pressed in from all sides, like if either of you moved, the whole thing would crack.

finally, you spoke. “soobin. i don’t need anyone else. i only ever wanted you.”

his voice was small. “then why does it feel like i’m losing you?”

you climbed into his lap. not to kiss him. not to make it better. just to be there. to hold him.

his arms wrapped around you slowly, like he wasn’t sure if it was allowed.

“you’re not losing me,” you said into his shoulder. “but i didn’t know you needed me to prove it.”

“i don’t want to be jealous,” he whispered. “i hate how it makes me feel. i hate thinking i’m not enough.”

you pulled back just enough to hold his face in your hands.

“you are enough,” you said. “you are everything.”

he looked at you for a long moment.

then, quietly: “please don’t make me watch you walk away. not again.”

you kissed his forehead. kissed his jaw. kissed the corners of his mouth. slow. reverent. like it was the only answer you could give.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you said.

and this time, you stayed.

—

but later that night, after he’d fallen asleep with his head on your chest and his arms clinging just a little too tightly, you stared at the ceiling and realized something else.

love wasn’t always gentle.

sometimes it ached. sometimes it cracked.

but you were willing to fight for it.

you just hoped he believed that too.