#taeyeon bathroom

[authorhjk1]

Can we get a new taeyeon smut. She’s crazy hot lately

Lion Heart

(Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader)

"Where the fuck is it?"

You mumble to yourself as you go through your kitchen drawers. Your vision becomes blurry as you lose more and more blood. After emptying the fourth one, you open the next drawer. There it is. Why did she have to hide it like that? You pick up the needle, before heading towards the bathroom.

You stumble through your living room, pushing yourself from wall to furniture and back to the wall, unable to stand without support. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet, you finally reach the bathroom.

"Bloody hell."

You groan as you lean against the tiles of the shower wall. Sliding down slowly, you eventually sit on the floor. Opening the bottle, you take two big gulps, before putting it back down again. Using the scissors you brought, you cut your shirt open, unable to get it off properly.

"That bastard."

You grumble as you see the knife wound in your stomach. A big cut from left to right, blood spilling out of it. After taking another shot of the whiskey, you tilt the bottle slowly. Groaning in agony, you let the brown liquid fall onto your wound. The pain makes your head spin.

The needle you just held in your hand, slips through your fingers. Cursing, you let your fingertips roam the floor, trying to find it. Once you do, you try to put the string through the eye. Your fingers are shaking and you need a couple of tries, until you finally make it.

You feel more and more strength leaving your body. More and more blood paints the white tiles red. You try to align the needle with your wound, but it slips out of your hand again. Too weak to curse, you search for it in silence. It feels like it takes hours, until you're holding it again.

You hear the front door open in the far distance.

"Honey?!"

You hear her voice. She sounds happy. Why wouldn't she be?

Obviously too weak to answer, you hope she doesn't find you. Just a couple of minutes, you think to yourself, aligning the needle with your wound again.

"Oh my god!"

Seems like she saw the mess you made in the kitchen.

With a low grunt, you pierce your skin right above your wound. Taking heavy breaths, you look down, trying to stay awake.

"(Y/n)!"

Her voice makes you smile, even in this situation.

You guide the needle through your wound, before pushing it through your skin again. One stitch done, around five hundred more to go.

Hurried footsteps come closer. Not yet. You take another gulp of whiskey, the pain is starting to become unbearable. The bottle slips out of your hand and hits the tiles with a loud thud.

A second stitch follows the first. You are just about to pierce your skin for the third time, when you hear the bathroom door swing open. Your head hurts as if someone is hammering a needle into your scull as you look up. By now, you can only see black and white shapes.

But you know it's Taeyeon, who is standing in front of you. It almost feels like her presence is making you calmer.

"(Y/n)!"

She hasn't seen you in this kind of state before. Her wide eyes look down on her fiance, who is sitting in the shower, red tiles covering the floor. Taeyeon sees the needle, which you losely hold in your right hand. Your eyes look like they are made of glass, looking into the distance. If she wouldn't have seen you lifting your head a moment ago, she wouldn't be able to tell if you are alive or not.

"(Y/n)..."

Your name leaves her beautiful lips once more. This time her tone is sad and full of worry.

You manage to point at your wound, before slightly lifting the needle. Taeyeon gets the hint, dropping her purse. That's the last thing you remember.

When you finally wake up, you can't tell how long you've slept. An hour? A day? A week? Opening your eyes, you still find yourself inside the shower. But you are not sitting anymore. Taeyeon must have lied you down on your side. You feel a soft blanket underneath your body, your head resting on a pillow. Slowly opening your eyes, you realize that the shower has been cleaned.

With a loud groan, you try to move. The pain in your abdomen increases drastically. Realizing you are only covert by another blanket, you lift it off of you. Your wound has been neatly stitched up and a roll of gauze bandage is wrapped around your stomach. You spot the bottle of whiskey in the corner of the shower.

"Thank you, Taengoo."

You whisper to yourself with a grin on your face.

Taking far more than just a sip of the brown liquid, you feel your body heating up. Energy seems to start flowing through your veins again. It still feels like it takes you hours to stand up. But once you finally do, you stumble towards the door. You are slightly bend over, trying not to use your abs at all.

Taeyeon is standing in the kitchen, with her back to you, preparing some vegetables. You are surprised she doesn't hear you, once you finally stand right behind her. Sneaking your arms around her waist, you make her jump.

"Omo!"

Already wrapped in your embrace, Taeyeon is unable to go anywhere.

"What you making?"

Your voice sounds raspy and dry.

"You just woke up from that terrible wound and you ask this?"

Her bewildered look makes you chuckle.

"Sorry. Thank you for taking care of me, Taengoo. What are you making?"

You know she can't resist you, when you call her that. A smile creeps onto her face.

"Soup."

"Soup?"

You groan in disbelief.

"Yah! Don't complain. You should tell me what happened. I was worried sick."

Taeyeon tries to turn around, but you hold her in place.

"Nothing."

You rest your chin on the top of her head.

"Shouldn't you make something with way more energy? Stake for example."

"I can't with you. Why don't you make it yourself?"

"I'm a patient, Taeyeon."

When she scoffs, complaining about you, not even telling her what happened, you hug her tight, moving your mouth to her ear.

"I'm YOUR patient."

You can see the goosebumps form on Taeyeon's skin.

"Alright. I make you meat and you tell me what happened."

You set Taeyeon free for just a moment, enabling her to gather all the ingredients she needs. Once she comes back, you sling your arms around her small frame once more. You don't want to admit it, but it's hard to keep standing. Even while holding onto her.

"You know what I do for a living. There is not much more to tell. Just got unlucky."

"Unlucky?"

Taeyeon's voice slightly rises.

"I told you not to do this kind of stuff. I don't want to see you hurt. And I don't want you to hurt anyone."

"I didn't choose this life, Taeyeon. It chose me."

She glares up at you, before putting the meat into the pan.

"Why can't you have a normal job? A normal life?"

"I used to be a soldier. This is in my blood."

"Walking around and stabbing people and getting stabbed yourself?"

"I've been through worse. This was just a flesh wound."

You groan as Taeyeon accidentally hits you with her elbow. You almost fold in half, but you manage to keep to standing.

"I-I'm so sorry."

She turned around, a concerned look on her face.

"Don't worry about it."

You reach for the whiskey you put on the counter, before you snuck up on her.

"Fighting and drinking. Why am I even in love with you?"

Her question was ment for the both of you. She looks at you with a mixture of love and disappointment in her eyes, before she goes back to cooking.

To be honest, you do try to stay safe most of the time. Not necessarily for yourself, but for Taeyeon. You wouldn't be able to break her heart by dying. This was just a rare accident. A stupid one at that.

"That's not all I'm good for, you know."

Your hands slowly wander from her midriff towards her center.

"Yah! I'm being serious. And I'm cooking. And you are hurt!"

"Stop talking and keep cooking."

You whisper into her ear, before slowly unbuttoning the button on her jeans.

Your hand slips into her pants, searching for the waistband of her panties. Once you found it, you reach underneath it. A small gasp escapes her lips.

"Seriously, stop. You are hurt."

"I don't care about my body. I care about yours. A small cut won't kill me."

Taeyeon wants to answer, but your finger inside of her makes it hard for her to focus. She can feel you curl it, rubbing against her inner walls. She can't keep cooking and talk. But she tries.

"S-Small? You almost died."

"Shit happens."

As your body starts to heat up with desire for your fiance, you want to cut the talking.

"I was so worried. You can't just say it's nothing, when I bawled my eyes out for hours."

Your heart stings. You knew it was a bad idea to go straight home. But it was closer than your "work" place.

"I'm making up for it now."

"That's not how-"

The second finger makes Taeyeon shake. She needs to bite her lip, not wanting to show you how much her body needs you.

"I could really go for some dessert before the steak."

To underline your point, you start to suck on her neck.

"Oh god."

Taeyeon's head leans back, exposing her neck even more to you. Her eyes are closed, while she still holds the tongs in one hand.

"Y-You can't eat something sweet, b-before your actual meal."

"That's where you got it all wrong, Taengoo."

You leave a trail of kisses on her neck.

"Your body is my meal."

Her body shivers at your words.

"But-"

Your fingers leaving her snatch make her whine in disappointment. You turn off the stove and take the tongs out of her hand.

"Would you mind hopping on the table? I can't pick you up right now."

"I-"

Too flustered, Taeyeon does what you tell her to do. You sit in a chair in front of her, while she sits on the table. Pulling her jeans off, you are greeted by her already wet panties. Once her lower half is completely naked, you rest your arms on her thighs, your hands on her waist.

"You are worth dying for."

You grin up at her, before you dive in.

"What-oh!"

Taeyeon's head tilts back as you draw circles with your tongue around her clit. You start big, before making them smaller and smaller. Right before you lick her clit, you back away, kissing her thigh.

"Oh god..."

Taeyeon can barely take your teasing, her hips buck towards you as you pepper her thighs with kisses.

"Not fair."

She breathlessly says, now looking down on you. Busy with enjoying her body, you don't answer. You lick both of her thighs one last time, before you head towards her core once more. This time, you pay attention to her pussy. You kiss her lips first, enjoying the slightly salty taste. Then, you let your tongue circle around her, before you lick her pussy from the bottom to the top in one slow strike.

"Omo! Omo!"

Instinctively, Taeyeon's hand pushes your head further into her.

You lick your lips.

"What a delicious woman you are."

Taeyeon blushes heavily at your never ending string of occasional compliments here and there.

Soon, you have her whimpering and mewling. Unable to sit up straight, she is now lying on the wooden surface. You feast on her pussy like it's your last meal on earth. Not even trying to stay silent, the lewd sounds of you, eating her out, fill the kitchen.

"Almost..."

Taeyeon's needy whine tells you you are doing it right. How could you not? You have more than enough experience. You know her body as well as your own.

A couple of moments later, Taeyeon's moans and cries have gone silent. Not a single sound escapes her slightly parted lips. Because you are between her legs, you can't see how her eyes grow wider. How she stares up at the ceiling, but still sees nothing. Her whole body seems frozen for just a second.

And then, Taeyeon's thighs almost crush your head. Her abs flex and her body shakes. Desperate whines escape her mouth.

"Omo! S-s-s-so goooood!"

You hold her trembling body in place, making sure she doesn't kill you, or falls off the table. Taeyeon cums the hardest when you eat her out. She loses control of her body and trusts you to keep her safe, whenever her mind enters another dimension.

Just as she is about to calm down, you wrap your lips around her clit. It almost looks like it's begging for your touch. Your tongue flicks against it once as you start your work.

"Sensitive..."

It's the only word she can force off her lips as you indulge further into Kim Taeyeon's body. Her warmth wraps around you, her juices starting to leak onto the table. You reward her for taking care of you, while you were out of it. You reward her for stitching up your wound. You reward her for being such a good girl.

With a last flick of your tongue, Taeyeon's body goes into its frozen state for a second time. A moment later, she shakes and squirms on the table once more.

"Oh god!"

Her soft cry makes you want to eat her out more. But the pain in your stomach is starting to become too much. You lean back in the chair as you watch your fiance ride out her orgasm.

When she finally raises her head, you see her flushed cheeks. For someone reason, she is always embarrassed when you turn her into a cuming mess. You think she looks beautiful like this.

"Y-You're bleeding."

You look down on yourself, while you hear her catching her breath.

"I'm fine."

Taeyeon peels herself off the wooden surface, before she stumbles towards the door. You don't stop her, knowing that you can wait a moment.

Once she is back, Taeyeon starts to redo your bandage. She doesn't look shy or nervous at all now. You watch her, catching a small smile on her face as she takes care of you. Knowing that she is still naked from the waist down, you can't help but look at her body. It makes you hard, knowing how beautiful your fiance looks. You never thought you would meet someone so caring and beautiful like her.

"Almost done."

She whispers to herself. At the same time, lust takes over your body once more. You sneak your hand towards her loose shirt.

"Hey-"

You shut her up by running your hand over her toned midriff. Realizing that she isn't wearing a bra, you start to play with her tits.

"Can't you wait one more minute? You're so greedy."

"Can't help it."

You mumble, now pushing up her shirt to bunch it up above her chest. Her tits fit perfectly into your hands. You squeeze them slightly, making it hard for Taeyeon to concentrate once more.

"Just one second. Please."

She almost sounds annoyed, but you don't care. You don't know a man on earth, who would be able to hold himself back either.

"Just finish it like this."

You pull her onto your lap.

"You-"

She raises her hand, threatening to hit you.

Instead, you lean forward, capturing one of her nipples with your mouth.

"Oh god."

A deep sigh escapes her mouth.

"No, stop."

As if she just changed her mind, Taeyeon tries to push you away.

"Can't you see I'm busy fixing you."

"I'm busy too."

You reply as you switch to her other breast.

"You're such an idiot."

You feel your cock resting against her ass cheeks as you have your way with Taeyeon's chest. At the same time, she tries to finish putting on the new bandage. But your head is blocking her vision. She has to tilt her head, while you keep enjoying all the benefits her body has to offer.

"Done."

Taeyeon puts the stuff she used back into the first aid kit on the table.

"If you would've just waited a minute, I would've been done earlier. I should teach you a lesson or two about patience some time."

"No time for that."

Your argument is good, since Taeyeon now moans, when you push your face a little further into her chest. It makes her back arch, and you put your hand on the lower half of her back, supporting her weight.

"Your greed for my body is starting to become concerning, you know?"

You can almost hear her smile as she says that.

"Why should I not enjoy what belongs to me?"

You look up at her, seeing her raising her eyebrow.

"Time for me to enjoy what's mine too, then."

Taeyeon raises herself off your lap, leans back a little bit, before she rests her pussy right above your tip. Without any guidance, your cock parts her walls as she sinks herself onto you.

The two of you moan in union. You sling your arms around her waist, while Taeyeon puts hers around your neck.

You share a lot of these moments. Just happy with being in each other's company. The lust both of you feel for each other's bodies isn't purely animalistic. It's fueled by love and passion. It's held together by an invisible bond.

She slowly glides down your shaft, before she lifts herself off of you again. Her parted lips silently tell you how much she loves this. How much she loves riding you like this. Slow. With no feeling for time at all. As if the rest of the universe stands still. Only the two of you exist. Looking at each other, while Taeyeon slowly rides you.

Taeyeon's walls hug you tight as she smoothly glides up and down. You lean forward a little again, focusing your attention back to her chest.

"Good boy."

She sighs, closing her eyes to focus on the pleasure you send through her system.

The roles the two of you have during sex are fluid. It can change from you, railing Taeyeon against the wall of her dressing room at a music show, to her, riding you like she wants to, complimenting you on being a good toy.

It goes both ways. But right now, the two of you are on the same level. You start to make Taeyeon ride you a little faster. Taeyeon lovingly strokes your cheek with her hand, feeling you hit her as deep as possible.

But eventually as always, the two of you lose control. You can never pinpoint the exact moment. In a heartbeat, it changes from sensitive love making to raw barbaric sex.

Now, Taeyeon is suddenly riding you faster. Way faster than before. You can't even tell who started it.

"Oh god yes!"

She mouns loudly, throwing her head back, exposing her sensitive throat to you. You dive in, kissing and licking her skin, enjoying the feeling of her pussy tightly squeezing your cock.

Glad you don't have to do all the work this time, you just lean back and watch your fiance. Her graceful, naked body bouncing on top of you. Only her shirt is still bunched up above her chest.

"Fuck, Taengoo."

You know you can't keep up with the pace she is now setting. Sooner rather than later, you are bound to finish.

In that moment, Taeyeon turns around. You let go of her, just watching as she gets into position. She puts her hands onto the table and starts to ride you like that. Her beautiful back is slightly curved, ending in her ass. Her skin looks flawless. You run your hands all over her backside as she keeps riding you in this new position.

It feels different on the inside too. Before, your cock and her pussy seemed to align perfectly. Now, it feels a little different.

"That's so good."

Taeyeon feels more pressure on her g-spot like that. She sinks her head onto the table, rocking her body back and forth.

You finally grab both of her cheeks with both hands, squeezing them. It earns you another moan from her. Placing your lips between her shoulder blades, you start your mission to kiss every inch of her backside.

Meanwhile, Taeyeon slowly starts to lose it. The unfamiliar feeling of your cock entering her like that makes her arch her back a little. The claps of her ass onto your lap makes her moan. Your lips on her skin, your hands on her ass eventually prove to be too much.

"Oh god, (y/n)!"

Her body freezes once more. Only Taeyeon's pussy moves. Her walls contract around you as she cums. You reach around her, using her vulnerability to place your hand over her core. You start rubbing her clit as she still calms down.

"N-Not yet."

Taeyeon tries to push your hand away, but she is too late. Another wave of pleasure washes through her with lethal silence.

She doesn't move, sitting on your lap, her pussy warming your cock. You wait for her to recover.

"You are so mean."

She finally manages to sigh, before slowly lifting herself off of you.

You are about answer, when she drops to her knees and licks your cock.

The words are stuck in your throat. Taeyeon starts to use her mouth to bring you towards the edge as well. She fell over it four times already. It's your turn now.

"Taengoo..."

You moan her name, knowing that you are close. Her head bobs up and down as she sucks you off. Her tongue swirls around your head, whenever she moves upwards. Her right hand strokes the lower part of your cock, which she isn't reaching with her mouth.

"Fuck."

You reach out and take a fistful of her hair.

You force her deeper onto your cock, her hand suddenly in the way. She removes it, enabling you to fuck her face onto your cock. Her lips glide along your shaft as you slightly thrust upwards, whenever you push her down.

Quickly, Kim Taeyeon has become a beautiful mess. Saliva is now stuck to her chin and her hair is disheveled.

"Gonna cum, Taengoo."

She glances up at you, begging you to paint her throat.

When she gags on your cock again, her throat contracts around you. It's the final push over the edge for you. Holding her head in place, you unload inside your fiance's mouth. You feel her gulping down your cum, trying to not spill a drop.

Your head spins a little. The mixture of pleasure and pain feels weird.

"Do you now know why you love me?"

[foulphantomllama]

A really quick one here. I was bored while looking at my phone and when I saw this picture of Taeyeon, I decided to write down some things. Enjoy!

Taeyeon x Male Reader

A Good Morning

She was sleeping like an angel. Despite the fact that she was nearly 13 years older than me, she was looking younger. Even younger than me when I cut off my beard. It was a very long night for both of us. She was so tired that she just fell asleep.

She was sleeping half naked. She has her panties on but no bra. Laying on her face, her bare back was looking so sexy. And let’s not forget her side boob from my angle. I couldn’t resist anymore. I hold one of her ass cheeks and start rubbing it. I was massaging her while she was sleeping. And she was slowly waking up. She was saying something but it was so unaudible. I took her panties off so I could rub her pussy. I put my fingers into her pussy and started finger fucking her. This time she was fully awakened. She was trying to hold my hand as she moans. I grabbed her hand and put her middle finger inside my mouth her pussy was getting wet. I stooped finger fucking her and make her turn on her back. I lay down beside her. Good morning she said to me, while grabbing my cock. Over my underwear. She put her hand inside my underwear and get a good grip. My cock was rock hard. We were dating for nearly three months and this was literally the first time I was this hard.

She told me to take off my underwear. I do as my mommy commands. Everytime. She leaned on my cock and kissed the tip of it. She gave it a good lick from its head to my balls. Then she got all of it in her mouth. She started sucking my cock while looking at me right in the eyes. As her head down and up with my cock in my mouth, I hold her head and started to fondle her hair. She likes this very much. My cock was all wet with her saliva. She put my cock out from her mouth and started stroking it with her gentle hands. I hold her boobs with my hands, rubbing them hard. They were too soft. She asked if I wanted to cum on her boobs. She did not waited for my answer. She hold my cock and spit on it. And put it between her boobs. Squeezing her boobs while my cock were between them. She gave me the best titjob I’ve ever had. I cum on her boobs she cleaned herself and came back to bed. She sat on top off me and started rubbing her pussy to my cock, so that I can get hard again. Her gaze was giving me a boner everytime so I did not take a lot of time for me to get another booner.

She put my cock inside her and started riding me. I was in shock because we put no condom on for the first time in our relationship. “No condoms?” I asked. “No condoms.” She replied as she was jumping on top of my cock. It was impossible not to cum early while she rides me. I was able to keep my cool and do not embarass myself. She was only getting faster. “I’m going to cum” she said while her voice cracking. She stopped and and came all over me. And she slumped down on me. “Are you still hard?” she asked me while she put her head on my chest. My cock was still touching her thigs of course she knew I’m still hard.

Taeyeon got up and lay beside me. She was on her back. I get in between her legs. She wrapped her legs around me. After I put my cock in, she was already moaning and telling me to cum inside her. I hold her waist while hammering her pussy. I was so close to get off all my cum inside her pussy. She was biting her lips and rubbing her tits while maintaining the eye contact with me. Then I cum inside her.

I laid beside her after I finish. She hugged me from the side, put her head on my chest. We both needed a shower because we were just soaking wet from sweat. She went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. I followed her and joined her inside the shower. But that is a story for another time..

[whosyuno]

hotel paradise (m) | ft. jung jaehyun

summary you visit an exclusive brothel to satisfy your needs. cw smut, praise, humiliation, toy play, light choking, squirting word count 3.1k a/n i'm thinking of turning this into a smut series featuring different members of nct hehe! chap two three

It’s only when you’ve spent half the night burrowing your vibrator between your thighs and it decided to die right before you’ve reached your climax, that you decided to take up your colleague’s suggestion. 

Fresh out of a break-up, you had moved to Seoul a few months back. The money here was better anyways and you wanted to forget all about your ex. All your highschool friends that had moved to Seoul always talked about how Seoul was the It-Place. Where the people were wild and parties were wilder. You thought you were finally going to find people that brought the much needed excitement and thrill you desired, particularly in your bedroom. Your ex-boyfriend, although your highschool sweetheart, wasn’t the best in bed and most of his attempts had left you feeling unsatisfied and yearning for more… fun.

Of course, nothing ever turned out the way you wanted and, now, six months into your stay in Seoul, you’ve never had anyone approach you, much less touch you. But when one of your colleagues-turned-friends caught wind of your little situation, she had casually introduced you to “just the place to get your needs sorted”. 

So that’s how, at 2:38AM on a Saturday, you found yourself standing before an unassuming building, its exterior the same dark maroon bricks as the surrounding buildings with a panel of frosted glass doors facing you. The light from within shone into the street, illuminating the empty night, if not for the lingering drunkards from the parties before. 

You glanced down at your phone, at an invitation message, as you took a moment to steel your resolve. You tried to push out the thoughts of doubt out of your head. In any case, if Hotel Paradise was exclusive enough to require an invitation by an existing member, then that must be a green flag, right?

You were immediately greeted by a bleach-blond haired lady when you walked through the doors. She looked neat and tidy, which calmed your anxieties about this being a sketchy brothel just a little. 

“Welcome to Hotel Paradise, I’m Taeyeon, what can I do for you?” she said, with a perfected customer service smile. 

You showed her your invitation message, and she made quick work in creating a membership for you in the system. 

“Any requests for tonight?” she asked and gestured towards the plaques in front of you.

Your cheeks were quick to turn pink at her direct question. You glanced over at the plaques on the surface of the reception desk. Laminated behind plastic, they detailed a list of 20 boys, with photos and a short list of their strengths. Amidst your fluster, you quickly pointed at the first one that caught your attention. Jung Jaehyun, Toy Play, Praise and Humiliation. 

“Okay,” she said as her freshly manicured fingers ran across her keyboard, “looks like he’s free currently. Is there anything else you’d like?”

You shook your head, mortified to share any more of your kinks with a stranger - kinks that you didn’t even share with your ex. 

It took a moment before Taeyeon motioned you to go up the spiral stairs behind the counter. Second room to your left, she mentioned. You swallowed your saliva, before walking into the room. 

The room was quite spacious, with egg-white paint coating the walls, a neatly made king-sized bed in the middle and a decent bathroom attached. If it wasn't for the row of sex toys placed on the table at the foot of the bed, you could have fooled anyone into thinking it was a room in any respectable hotel. 

“My, my, what a lovely guest,” the man in the middle of the room came to greet you. 

Immediately, you were captivated by his looks. You had picked him, for the most part, due to his photo. But looking at him in person was a whole other experience. His fluffy brown hair was carelessly tossed backwards with a few stray strands perfectly framing his face. His almond-shaped eyes were pressed into crescents and only god knew how hard you’d fall for his dazzling smile.

His hands reached over and removed the little shoulder bag that you had brought with you. And in a smooth motion, his arm slipped around your waist as he guided you to sit on the bed.  It was only now, sitting in front of Jaehyun, that you’d wished you had spent just a little more time in choosing a more appropriate outfit. In a rush to satisfy your needs and to save on laundry efforts, you had put on your office wear - a neat powder blue blouse tucked into wide legged black trousers - the same one that had worn to the office on Friday.

“Busy day, huh?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your jawline. 

You nodded; your cheeks flushed against his warm touch. Your attention was entirely drawn in by him and his effortless charm.

“I’ll reward you for working hard,” he said before gently kissing you. 

His lips, soft and plump, pressed against yours softly, as if testing out the waters. Once, then twice. And another. When your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him closer, his tongue skillfully parted your lips and darted into your mouth. He tasted like cool mint, and you caught a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. The intensity and fervour of the kiss only increased with each passing moment. Lust ignited a flame within you that spread across your body. 

He used his body weight and pushed you down on the bed, with one knee between your legs to balance. His hand wandered around your body, caressing your breast, your waist and your butt before his fingers made quick work of your pants’ button and zipper. He slid the trousers off and, with a little kick from you, threw the pants across the room. 

His lips then left yours for a moment, and it drew out a whine that you had never heard yourself make. It pleased him to hear your voice. You watched as a simple make out transformed the sweet and charming man into a lustful one. His once inviting smile morphed into a thirsty smirk, his lips were swollen, and his eyes burned with desire. 

He left the bed for a moment, picking up your trousers and a small vibrator from the table before returning to you. He used the trousers as a makeshift rope to tie both your wrists to the bedpost and before dropping down between your legs.

“You look so pretty from down here,” he said as he placed the small vibrator against your clothed clit. 

He moved it up and down, along your slit, taking in your moans of pleasure. He watched your every effort to push yourself closer to climax: how you’d buck your hips when the vibe hitted the right spot, how your moans got louder and less restrained and how your hands struggled against the bedpost. 

“Please, please, please,” you cried out, “please let me cum- oh my god, I’m so close.” 

Everything you did only pleased him further. 

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you?” He slid the vibrator away from your clit, “Already cumming for a stranger you’ve barely met?” 

Your hips bucked and adjusted, hoping to feel the vibrator again, “Please, please.” 

You whined and moaned but all he did was watch. His control was immaculate, he’d place the vibrator against your clit and just as you were about to cum, he’d take it off. Then he did it again. And again. 

“Say it,” he said, “Let me hear it. What are you?” 

A blush of mortification coloured your cheeks, no one had ever called you a slut.

“I’m…” You struggled to get the words out. 

Jaehyun punished your hesitation by pushing the vibrator against your clit again. 

You whined and were reminded of the reward at the end of the sentence, “I’m a slut. I’m a slut just for you.” 

Pleased with your words and your desperation, Jaehyun finally let you cum, “That’s right, cum for me, slut. You’re such a good slut for me.”

He watched as the ecstasy ebbed through your body, your hips bucking high before crashing down against the bed, your fingers digging into your palms and your lips carelessly spewing out ‘thank you’s and ‘oh my god’s. 

“That felt good, right?” 

You nodded, albeit a little tired from that singular orgasm. It’s not an exaggeration to say that no one had made you feel the way his touch did. Forcing you to brand yourself as a slut sparked a new thrill for yourself. Everything he did only drew you into his lust-driven heaven. 

He let you rest for a brief moment, as he swapped out the small vibrator for a vibrating dildo this time. 

Watching Jaehyun put the dildo in his hands, you perked up with more energy. 

By now, your cotton panties had been drenched in your juices. So, Jaehyun slipped them off to reveal your pussy. It’s been awhile since you’ve shaved, it wasn’t like you had anyone to show them to. This was an impromptu decision you had made. You immediately shut your legs up together, hiding them in embarrassment.

Jaehyun responded by softly prying your legs open, “no need for shyness now, kitten.” 

His words were charming and comforting, which gave you just that little boost of confidence that you had needed. You opened your legs again.

This time, a newfound hunger engulfed Jaehyun at the sight of your glistening core.  

He was quick to abandon his initial plan, lowering himself between your legs before burying himself into your thighs. Like a parched lion, his tongue was quick to lap up your juices. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled against your core, the vibration created a new sensation and drew out a soft mewl from you.

His tongue moved skillfully, each motion methodical and purposeful. He alternated between licking up and down your wet heat and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit. Either way, your head was dizzy with arousal. Your hips grinded against his face, searching for another release. Explicit words mixed with his name and your pleas carelessly tumbled out of your lips. Try as you might, you could barely contain your voice.

You hadn’t noticed it, but in the midst of your pleasure, Jaehyun had managed to push a singular finger into your core. His initial finger worked slower than his mouth, it’s only when a second finger thrusted into you that you felt him. The new sensation added to the maddening haze.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whined, your body stiffening in anticipation. 

“Cum,” his command was firm, “cum for me, my pretty little slut.” 

The release was instantaneous, arousal flooded your system and your entire body quaked with pleasure. You almost saw white with that release. Your body heaved with a singular motion, crashing down into the bed. But Jaehyun didn’t let you rest; he was quick to replace his fingers with the vibrating dildo that he had chosen previously. A gasp escaped your lips, feeling yourself stretch around the foreign object. He turned it out and began pumping it into you. He ignored your pleas, revelling in the dishevelled sight of you. Office drone turned into a moaning mess. A twisted pleasure coursed through your body, a tinge of pain from sensitivity mixed with the dildo drilling into your g-spot. You begged him to stop, he didn’t. Your body buckled under the overstimulation; you were sure you were going to die if he didn’t stop. 

You caught a glimpse of his wicked smirk, taking pride in his work. 

Then, you fell from the cusp of your pleasure. A stream of clear liquid squirted from between your legs and onto Jaehyun’s face. Your eyes widened when you came to it, the first time that you had ever squirted. The pink flush on your cheeks reddened with more embarrassment. But before you had the time to apologise and explain that you didn’t intend on squirting all over him, he spoke first.

“Look at you, squirting all over me,” Jaehyun said, discarding the dildo, “I barely did anything, you know.” 

His velvety voice sent shivers down your spine. Your humiliation grew under the weight of his words, and the truth of the situation. He was a stranger that you’ve barely met, and here you were cumming so easily at his every touch. His eyes, filled with great desire, burned into yours, and that thrill you felt under his gaze only further cemented the truth. You were acting like a complete slut for him. 

You watched as he removed his jeans, then boxers. The sight of his member had your mouth salivating over it. You didn’t know you were such a slut. You could feel the growing heat between your legs as your mind conjured up images of his dick drilling into you. A foreign desire to just let him devour you arose. A strange impatience took over your mind whilst watching him slip on a condom. 

“Why?” he crawled back on the bed, hovering over your body, “Like what you see?” 

He didn’t wait for your reply, instead choosing to immediately thrust into you. A loud gasp escaped your throat. He felt bigger than you’d imagined. You were sure that he would split your body in half if he was any bigger and was grateful that he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. He adjusted himself, with one hand holding on to the bedframe for balance, and the other rested around your neck. 

“Stop giving me such erotic looks, whore,” a twisted grin spread across his handsome face, “it only makes me want to mess you up even more.” 

His hips moved with practiced ease, each thrust deep and impactful and drew out loud gasps from you. He started rocking his hips quicker and sloppier, his hand tightening along the sides of your neck. You’ve never been choked before, but that new stimulation drove you crazy. The slight almost-drunk dizziness from the asphyxiation only intensified every one of Jaehyun’s thrust. 

“Oh?” he panted out with amusement, “You like getting choked, don’t you?”

He watched as your eyes rolled back and how your face scrunched with pleasure under his touch. The constant stream of melody that was your voice devolved from words and pleas into incoherent mewls and moans. 

“You’re squeezing me so tight. Expected nothing less from my favourite slut.”

His hips moved with increasing impatience, as the both of you chased the highs of an orgasm. His grip on your neck only tightened, drawing small crescents into your skin. He grunted and groaned with less of the control he seemed to have. 

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he said and you doubted, with what little sanity remained within you. 

Your hair was completely messed up, from your constant squirming. The baby hair along your hairline had been stuck on your face with your sweat. You’re pretty certain your make-up - just a touch of eyeliner and nude lipstick - had all been smudged by sweat and tears. If anything, you’re sure you looked like a messed-up whore. 

Still, Jaehyun leaned down and connected your lips with fervour. His warm tongue darted quickly between your lips and danced with yours, sucking and twirling your tongue. His thrusts didn’t slow down, and instead continuously rammed into your sweet little spot. 

At this moment, you were completely intoxicated by his touches. He studied you well though, knowing that you were on the edge of your orgasm. 

“Aw, are you about to cum?” he said with mocking sympathy, “You’re gonna cum on a stranger’s dick?”

You felt your ears turn red at his questions. The shame and guilt all twisting into a strange pleasure. You weren’t used to this, but you craved it more. 

“I’ll allow it,” he said, “you look so pretty cumming. Cum for me, slut.” 

There’s a disconnect between his words, a sort-of whiplash. One moment he called you pretty, another he was completely condescending. And yet, you liked it. You liked being his little slut. You liked looking pretty for him. And most of all, you liked obeying him. 

That desire to obey, however, fell short of Jaehyun’s expectations. A twisted anger filling his eyes as his hand punished your neck with an even tighter grip - you were barely gasping for air at this point. 

“I said, cum for me,” he growled before spitting in your face. 

The warm spit against your cheek swirled with the hypnotising haze of being choked and gave you the push you need to slip into a mindblowing orgasm. Your entire body spasmed in pleasure as desperate moans left your lips. Your toes curled tight, and your fingers scratched the bedpost. The orgasm lasted a solid a few seconds, but the waves of oxytocin still washed over you as you basked in the afterglow, serving as minor orgasms. 

But Jaehyun wasn’t a man of patience, especially not when you laid under him, completely writhing with pleasure with a look of complete daze. Your still-spasming core squeezed his dick tight and coupled with a few sloppy thrusts were enough to send him into an orgasm as well. 

He moaned and stiffened, his orgasm translated into deep and impactful thrusts as he rode out his orgasm. Your body was at a complete subservience to his orgasm, with Jaehyun not caring about your verbal protests from the overstimulation nor the way your hips and legs were shaking.

It took him a few moments, before he came crashing down on the bed next to you panting. The lust-driven demon seemed to disappear at an instance as a sweet smile replaced his previous smirk. 

“Satisfied?” 

You nodded shyly. He helped you out of the makeshift knot, finally freeing you. Your wrists were left with red marks, to which he apologised with a dimpled smile. 

“It’s fine,” you assured him, “I… liked it.” 

After all, your wrists would be evidence of this experience. 

Later on, he was quick to attend to your every need - bringing you water, tissues to clean up, and a fresh set of bathrobes - and insisted that you sleep in the room, at least until the sun was up, promising to not touch you unless you wanted him to. You almost let yourself be deluded into thinking that this was anything but professionalism from a staff of Hotel Paradise.

In the morning, before you left for home, Jaehyun parted with words that would haunt you for the week to come. 

“I hope to see you again. I really do.” 

[kesujo]

Opposites Attract

“Tiff?”

A smile befell said woman’s face when she felt a thin pair of arms encircle her waist.

“Jess?”

Jessica planted her head on the smiling woman’s shoulder, enjoying the softness of Tiffany’s hair on her cheek and the smooth texture of Tiffany’s stomach on her hands, her midriff exposed by her choice of top.

“Let’s not go to that party,” the slightly shorter woman suggested, planting a kiss directly underneath to Tiffany’s ear. A musical giggle emitted from Tiffany’s lips, jumping slightly at the ticklish sensation. “Let’s just stay at home and watch a movie and cuddle.”

“I already promised Taeyeon we’d go though,” Tiffany reminded the pouting woman, locking eyes with her through the giant bathroom mirror in front of them. “Plus, it’s going to be fun! I heard there’s going to be drinking games.”

“Mmm,” Jessica hummed, leaning further into the woman trapped inside her arms, “You look so good, Tiff.”

“Hm?” The recipient of the compliment, although commonly the recipient of such words, found herself fighting back a blush nonetheless. “Where’d that come from?”

Hearing her girlfriend laugh nervously as she normally did when flustered, Jessica smiled. “I haven’t seen you wear this top before. Did you buy it for this party?”

“Mhm.”

“Green looks great on you.”

“Tha—”

“Your abs look so sexy, and it makes your boobs look amazing, too.”

This time, Tiffany couldn’t hide the redness now overtaking her face. “O-Oh, does it?”

Jessica nodded, continuing to watch Tiffany put the final touches on her makeup. “I don’t want everyone else noticing how sexy my girlfriend is.”

“…So, are you saying that other outfits don’t make me look sexy?”

Jessica’s facial expression morphed into a conflicted frown. “Well, no…”

“So, no matter what I would wear, everyone would be able to see how sexy I am, right?”

Defeated by the now smugly smiling woman’s superior logic, Jessica conceded, “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So it’s no problem if I go to the party wearing this, right?”

“…I guess not…”

The hands around her waist were pulled off and the previously trapped woman turned around to face the defeated expression of her girlfriend. “Come on, the party’s going to be fun! I promise! And if you don’t think so, we can just leave early. OK?”

Jessica nodded, albeit more as a gesture of acceptance rather than the one of excitement Tiffany was hoping for. Seeing it, Tiffany sighed, opening her mouth to add something else, not believing she was actually saying what she was about to say. “There’s gonna be a lot of people there you can tease me in front of.”

As expected, that perked Jessica’s attention, her dreary eyes gaining an excited focus and her lips curling back into a smile. “Oh!”

Tiffany half wondered why she subjected herself to this but was quickly reminded upon seeing Jessica’s freshly excited expression. Damn, was she absolutely whipped for this cutie. “Shall we go?”

“Let’s walk.” When Tiffany gave her a strange expression, one that clearly asked who-are-you-and-what-have-you-done-with-my-Jessica, she elaborated. “The weather’s nice.” And although Jessica didn’t include her secret other reason, that she wanted to spend more alone time with Tiffany, the acquiescing woman understood it to be the case all the same.

“Do you want me to carry that?”

After departing, Tiffany made sure to bring along a bag she had prepared days before: a birthday present for Taeyeon, a few scented candles Tiffany thought she would like. “It’s ok, I don’t want my girlfriend-who-hates-any-physical-activity-but-is-somehow-an-amazing-dancer to run out of energy before we even arrive.”

The smile on Jessica’s face provided a contrast to her childish, defiant gesture of sticking her tongue out at the accusatory woman. “I wouldn’t have had to waste all that time and energy if you hadn’t told me you liked guys who were great dancers back in middle school.”

“But you look so sexy when you’re dancing, so it’s a win-win, isn’t it?”

Hearing that again perked Jessica’s attention. “Oh … do I really?”

Tiffany laughed. “This isn’t the first time I’ve told you this—heck, this probably isn’t even the hundredth time I’ve told you this. What are you acting so surprised about?” Jessica didn’t reply, instead humming happily with a smile on her face and a pep to her step, swinging their arms connected via their interlocked hands with more gusto. Tiffany couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so easy to please.”

“Hey, don’t say that! It’s just that you’re great at pleasing me!”

Tiffany’s eyes widened, immediately noticing the innuendo in her sentence, erasing the surprise in her face when she noticed her girlfriend completely oblivious to it. How ironic was it that Jessica was usually the one making dirty, teasing remarks but Tiffany was the one with the dirtier mind? But it was something that Tiffany loved about her innocent significant other: it just went to show that it was Tiffany herself that brought out Jessica’s perverted side. On the other hand, because she did have those thoughts, what did it say about herself?

No, it didn’t necessarily say anything. Plus, she rarely had those kinds of thoughts with anyone else.

“Why are you shaking your head?”

“Hm? Oh! Nothing, I was just thinking about something.”

“What were you thinking about?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

Tiffany nodded, and although Jessica was curious, she left it at that. The walk itself was twenty or so minutes, but despite taking a bit longer to get there than intended, the couple were still amongst the first to arrive.

“Oh, it’s JeTi! Come in!”

Sunny stepped aside, ushering the two in. “You’re like the third and fourth people to arrive.”

“Really? Wow, I guess walking really was worth it,” Tiffany chirped, dropping off her shoes at the entry and pulling Jessica further into the residence.

“Oh, did you guys walk?” Hyeri was the next to appear, a barely touched bottle of alcohol in her hand. It seemed like the bottle was put into her hands against her wishes—probably by Sunny—and she carried around more out of courtesy than a desire to drink. “Good thing, because did you see the parking lot? There’s barely any more space for guests!”

“Oh really? Aren’t there supposed to be, like, twenty people showing up?”

“Yeah, I know right?” The trio wandered into the kitchen, Sunny having already scurried there before them, seeing Sooyoung sitting at the island table chatting away with Taeyeon at the stove, cooking. “That’s what you get for being so popular, Taengoo.”

“Hm?” The petite woman turned around, her eyes sparkling with joy when they landed on the newly arrived couple. “Oh! Tiffany, Jessica, hi! Welcome, so glad you could make it! I would hug you, but…” the turner in her hand helped her gesture to the apron adorning her torso, already sullied with what appeared to be a smear of some kind of sauce for meat.

“No worries, and happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday,” Jessica chimed in.

“Where should we put your gift?”

“Gift? What—oh, you didn’t have to get me a gift! Just seeing you two lovebirds—…” a pause, and then, “on second thought, it’s great compensation for all the jealousy I’m about to feel seeing you two being all lovey-dovey.” Tiffany laughed, Jessica simply smiling in response. “You can put them there,” she said, gesturing to where two presents were already situated. “And feel free to grab a drink!”

“Taeyeon, your meat!”

 “Hm? My—oh, shit—! … Wait, it’s fine!”

“You call those burn marks ‘fine’?”

“It’s—…just a little! I can just carve it out!”

Sooyoung huffed. “But all that wasted food…”

The next to arrive was Yoona and Yuri, followed by the two Joohyuns that thankfully went by other names: Irene and Seohyun. As the kitchen got crowded, everyone not helping with the cooking migrated to the living room. Tiffany was lively as ever, Jessica sitting by her side being as quiet as ever. She was following the conversation but just didn’t have anything to add; even when she did, she couldn’t bring herself to interject when someone else was speaking or was afraid she might cut someone else off if she began prematurely. So instead, Jessica marveled at her girlfriend’s ability to slip into social situations so seamlessly and found herself mostly just staring at her, moving from simply sitting next to her on the couch to wrapping her arm around Tiffany’s to pulling it to her chest to resting her head against her shoulder and tucking it in the crook of her neck after Tiffany adjusted the angle of her head to allow Jessica to do so.

With each stage of increasing intimacy, the embarrassment slowly built up until finally, Jessica’s display of affection drew the attention of everyone else.

“Look at you two, making me jealous as usual.”

“O-Oh, really?” Tiffany laughed nervously, the embarrassment finally showing as a pink hue adorning the tips of her ears. Her head turned towards the girl leaning on her shoulder only to find Jessica’s brown orbs centimeters from her face staring right back. The proximity of Jessica’s face to Tiffany caused her face to erupt in a fit of pink, fighting the urge to jump in response but unable to help the meek, surprised squeal that escaped her lips.

The response brought a smile to Jessica’s face, her arms circling around her girlfriend’s slim waist and pulling her closer. “Why’s your face so red? Are you embarrassed of me?”

“I—no—it’s that—I’m not—you’re—I mean—” Jessica was pretty much the only person in the world that could bring Tiffany to this state, of being completely unable to speak, and the quieter woman loved that. It was like she had a superpower no one else possessed, not to mention how adorable and entertaining it was to watch her stammer so helplessly.

Jessica pulled her lips into a very pointed frown. “Are you ashamed to show our love for each other in front of others? Don’t you love me?”

“You—You know it’s not that!”

Jessica could hear the giggles coming from the others in the room, and that only fueled the fire in her. “Prove it.”

“Wha—How?”

Jessica’s right hand moved away from Tiffany’s waist and to her own face, tapping her slightly puckered lips. “Kiss me.”

The suggestion again sent Tiffany into a flurry of redness and embarrassment, Jessica biting back the giddy grin that was fighting so hard to leak past her pouty visage. “R-Right here? Now?” With a simple nod as confirmation, Tiffany started panicking. She really did love Jessica, but one thing about her Tiffany could never keep up with was her willingness to be intimate in public. She wasn’t even sure where this came from; even when surrounded by people she had known for a long time, such as now, Jessica was usually quite reserved. That is, when it came to speaking. Why, then, did she so easily demanded kisses in front of the same crowd she often was too reserved to speak with?

And moreover, why was she always so easy to tease? How had she not already gotten used to Jessica’s antics?

Without deliberating much more on those topics, Tiffany quickly closed the distance and gave Jessica a peck on her waiting, pink lips. A surge of squeals erupted from the crowd watching them, only causing the red hue on Tiffany’s face to turn redder, the pout of Jessica’s lips now replaced with a content smile. “This was your idea,” Jessica mouthed to her, Tiffany having no choice but to nod in acknowledgement.

Yoona, who had been helping with the cooking, wandered in shortly after. “What’s happening here? Why’s everyone making so much noise?”

“JeTi’s just being their usual adorable selves,” answered Yeri.

“Aah, I see.” Jessica smiled, her right hand returning to Tiffany’s waist but her head with some distance from Tiffany’s shoulders.

“Do you guys need any help with the cooking?”

“We’re almost done, you go back to cuddling with your Tiffany and making everyone else in this room jealous.”

“Yes ma’am,” Jessica answered, playfully saluting her. Yoona giggled at the response, whisking off back into the kitchen, conversation in the living room shortly afterwards picking back up.

However, this time, Tiffany didn’t join. “Since when did you get so close to Yoona?”

Hearing the poorly masked jealous inquiry made Jessica break out into a wide grin. “Aww, are you jealous?” she cooed, reaching up to pinch Tiffany’s cheeks.

“No, I—” Tiffany recoiled, escaping Jessica’s fingers, before finishing her sentence, “—I was just saying, because that was like the first thing you said since arriving here other than ‘Happy Birthday’ to Taeyeon.”

“Don’t you worry, I love you much more than Yoona.”

“…but you still love her?”

“Well, whose waist do I have my arms wrapped around right now?”

Tiffany huffed, defeated. “Don’t call other women ‘ma’am’. You’re only allowed to call me that.”

“Yes, mommy.”

Again, Tiffany’s face exploded in a fit of red. “I—I said ‘ma’am’, not ‘mommy’!”

The advantages of having a loud voice: people could hear her easily, it suited her extroverted nature well, and it was always easy to identify her as well as to find other people in a crowd.

The disadvantages of having a loud voice: people stared daggers at her in quieter places like libraries, and whenever Tiffany was having embarrassed outbursts, she often times couldn’t control the fact that her voice pierced the room she was in.

What followed was a brief moment of silence and confusion, then an explosion of laughter.

“What are you two even talking about?”

“N-Nothing!”

“Tiffany was just saying—” before Jessica could say anything incriminating, the embarrassed girlfriend of the speaker interrupted the sentence with a hand to the mouth.

“It’s-It’s private!”

“Oh, I’m sure it is.”

“No, I—I’m not even going to say anything.” Jessica joined everyone else in laughter, her hands moving up and wrapping around the sulking girl’s shoulders, allowing the flustered girlfriend to hide her face in Jessica’s chest. “Jess, help, they’re bullying me…”

“You brought this on yourself, Tiff.”

In a split second, Tiffany withdrew her head and looked up at her significant other, bewildered. “This was because you said—you said that thing!”

Seeing Tiffany pout and sulk, Jessica could do nothing but completely melt. “Aw, you’re right, I’m so sorry,” she cooed back in reply, tenderly placing a peck on Tiffany’s pouty lips. And although Tiffany felt the tips of her ears burn a little brighter in embarrassment, a content smile befell her face, tucking her head back into Jessica’s chest and cuddling up to her closer.

A chorus of ‘aw’s filled the room.

“They’re soo cuute~”

“I’m so jealous…”

“It’s like they have reverse personalities when they’re with each other.”

“I know, I would’ve never expected Tiffany to be so meek around Jessica if I hadn’t known them for so long.”

“Even as someone who has known them for so long, it’s still a little surprising sometimes.”

“You guys are making wish I had a boyfriend…”

Not knowing how to respond, Jessica just smiled back, eventually deciding it was ok for her to stay silent since Tiffany also didn’t respond. By the time Sunny popped back in the living room and announced that dinner was ready, there were probably two to three times as many people as there was space on both couches.

For dinner, Tiffany returned to her usual energetic self, occasionally interrupted by Jessica feeding her from their shared plate.

Observing this, Taeyeon plopped herself by Jessica’s side. “Are you her servant or something?”

“Something like that,” Jessica agreed, chuckling, “Hey, Taeyeon. Everything is delicious, by the way, I’m sorry you had to prepare all of this when we’re celebrating your birthday.”

“Oh, no! Don’t worry about it, I love seeing people enjoying my food.”

“I would say I love it, but Tiff might get jealous I’m proclaiming my love for anything or anyone but her.”

“Hey, don’t make such ridiculous claims!” Tiffany, who was acutely aware of Taeyeon seating herself next to Jessica, slipped out of the conversation she was having to pay more attention to the two women in her immediate vicinity.

“But you made such a big deal out of me not calling you—” Tiffany’s ear tips immediately broke out into a pink hue, her hand hastily reaching up to cover her mouth.

“You don’t have to tell her that!”

“Tell me what?” When the two turned to her, they were frankly disarmed by the innocent curiosity Taeyeon’s face. “I heard some commotion a while ago and Yoona came to check it out but wouldn’t tell us what it was about. Was it you two?”

“No, it—”

“Tiffany was telling me that I was the only allowed her to call her ‘mommy’.”

Taeyeon’s face similarly exploded into a pink hue, responding with a brief, “O-Oh!”

Seeing the bewildered, flustered reaction caused Jessica to laugh out loud, Tiffany interjecting, “That’s not what I said!”

“It’s ok Fany, I’m not kink-shaming you.”

“Taeyeon—see Jess? Now you got this weird idea into Taeyeon’s poor, innocent head.”

Taeyeon joined Jessica in laughter, continuing, “You two are so cute, every time I see you, I wish I had a boyfriend.”

“With how hot you are, it’s a wonder you don’t have a boyfriend.”

Taeyeon laughed, but before she could answer, Jessica chimed in. “What about me?”

Being met with Jessica’s big, round eyes peering at her, her head tilted like a puppy listening to music for the first time, Tiffany could do nothing but completely melt. “Oh! Wow, you’re a cutie, are you single?”

“I’m not, actually,” was Jessica’s reply spoken past the playful grin on her face, “But I asked about how hot I am.”

“Hot enough that I don’t care that you’re not single, why don’t you be mine?”

“Hmm…” Jessica pursed her lips, tapping the soft pink tissue with her finger before saying, “my girlfriend gets jealous easily, so I don’t know…”

“God, you two are so cute, you’re doing a really good job at making me jealous. I might need another present from you two at this rate.”

The trio shared another laugh before Taeyeon thanked them again for coming and, being the host of the party, excused herself to greet and thank some other people. Tiffany hopped into another conversation with Jessica following closely behind, people finishing their meals slowly for the next few hours, breaking out in different groups to continue to talk or play games on the Switch plugged into the apartment’s TV until Taeyeon gathered everyone into the living room.

“We’re going to start playing drinking games, so everyone make sure you have a drink!”

After some shuffling, Taeyeon proceeded to explain the game.

“The game is called ‘paranoia’. How it goes is that someone chooses a person to whisper a question to, specifically a question whose answer is a person, but only the answer is spoken out loud. Whoever wants to know what the question was takes a drink, but the answerer can decide to reveal the question or take a drink themselves. Then, the answer goes next, choosing someone else to ask a question to, and so on. So, who wants to start?”

“Well, it has to be you, right?”

The room erupted in agreement, the game starting with Taeyeon asking Sunny a question whose answer turned out to be Taeyeon herself.

“Huh? Really? Not, like, Sooyoung or something?”

“Huh? What about me?”

“Yeah! Is that so hard to believe?” Sunny asked, laughing.

“I just … I just thought, I live such a boring life, why me?”

“Wait, are you calling me boring, Taeyeon?” The room burst into laughter, Jessica smiling along while feeling the shaking laughter pass through her girlfriend’s entire body.

“I love feeling your laughter in my arms.”

The completely out-of-the-blue statement caught Tiffany off-guard, turning to look at the owner of the pair of arms wrapped around her waist with an inquisitive expression. “What?”

“Feeling your entire body shake when you’re laughing when I’m hugging you feels really comforting,” Jessica elaborated, although the explanation didn’t do much to appease her confusion.

The commotion about the game faded into the background as Tiffany tried to better understand the sudden confession, but to no avail. “What … why?”

Jessica shrugged, the smile never leaving her lips. “It just does.”

Gradually, Tiffany’s expression morphed into an amused one. “You’re weird.”

Jessica crinkled her nose at her. “No, you.”

This elicited a giggle from Tiffany, lovingly tapping the crinkled nose. “I love feeling your arms around me when I’m laughing.”

“You know what, I’m going to choose Jessica just because them being all lovey-dovey is making me annoyed.”

Hyoyeon’s sudden affirmation and the resulting laughter snapped the couple back into the room. A whispered inquiry later, Jessica pursed her lips and pondered a bit before answering. “To be honest, I’m not too sure if it’s Brenda Song or Tiffany, but definitely one of the two.”

Tiffany was already ready to down the drink to inquire about the question, but Hyoyeon’s devilish grin all but forced her to do it. However, it wasn’t that Tiffany downed the drink that caused everyone to laugh, but the speed at which she did it.

“Oh, is this jealousy?”

“…A little bit,” Tiffany admitted, causing additional laughter, “But I also want to know what I would be on the same level as Brenda Song with.”

“The question was, ‘who made you realize you were a lesbian?’”

Although Tiffany had already known this piece of information, it was the resulting chorus of coos and ‘aw’s that made Tiffany flush.

“Wow, good for you Tiff.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet!”

“O-Ok, next question! Jess, who are you directing your question towards?”

The game went on, the baton passing from Jessica to Seohyun to Seulgi to Hyuna back to Taeyeon, who directed a question to Hyeri, who in turn directed one to Sooyoung. While the couple were following along with the game with their undivided attention, it was the question Sooyoung directed to Sunny that got their attention; especially because the answer Sunny gave was Jessica.

“Oh…”

“What? Are you happy?”

Jessica couldn’t help but laugh at another one of Tiffany’s jealous outbursts. “It’s not something to necessarily be happy about, I was just surprised.”

“It definitely is something to be happy about,” Sooyoung chimed in.

“You—why’d you say that? Now Tiffany’s gonna—” before Sunny could even finish her sentence, Tiffany had already downed a shot, earning laughter from the others. “See?”

“So?”

Sunny huffed, glaring at Sooyoung one more time before answering, “The question was, ‘whose body do you envy the most?’”

The anticipation of the question put her on edge, but the actual reveal of the question rendered her stunned. Seeing the pride in Tiffany’s expression did well to appease the anxiety regarding the question, but what was left was just confusion. “My … really?”

“The fact that you can still make out your curves wearing that huge blue poncho is just a testament to how great your proportions are, and you also have really pretty legs too. I don’t think I can say more without incurring Tiffany’s wrath, so I’ll just leave it at that.”

Hearing the explanation gave Tiffany an enormous surge of pride, and more importantly, gratitude. “See? It’s not only me who thinks it, even Sunny thinks so too.”

“Ah, yeah, I see…”

That marked the first time many of the people in the room heard Jessica speak with that voice: a reluctantly accepting tone, like she was confronted with something she didn’t want to accept. They were used to Jessica being quiet, they were even used to Jessica’s teasing remarks to Tiffany, and some had even seen Jessica cry while watching movies together, but rarely did she ever speak in such a dejected manner.

“Why else? Did you have more?”

Sunny, confused, hesitantly pressed ahead. “Well … I mean, just in general, everything about Jessica’s body is just so well proportioned. While I enjoy having big boobs, I sometimes wished they were a bit smaller: about Jessica’s size, roughly. And she also has a slim waist, which makes her hips look wider and butt look better…” Sunny carefully treaded on every word she spoke, but Tiffany seemed to smile wider at every one.

“I know, right?!” she beamed, turning her attention to Jessica, who was hiding her face in embarrassment. “Oh, Jessica? Are you ok?”

The embarrassment wasn’t just from the compliments, though. “I-I’m ok, I’m sorry.” Jessica’s hands reached up only to be intercepted by Tiffany, leaning down and gently dabbing away at the tears that had coalesced and spilled over onto her girlfriend’s face.

The room fell into silence, the onlookers whispering worriedly amongst themselves. “No one thinks you’re ‘too big’ in any way. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”

Jessica nodded, burying her face against Tiffany’s chest, taking a few deep breaths, shaking the tears away from her system.

“I’m … sorry, I didn’t mean to bring up anything bad…”

“No! Thank you for saying that, I think Jessica really needed to hear that, especially because I think so many people assume Jessica knows how great her body is with how much confidence she carries about herself.”

“I-I’m fine. Thank you, Sunny. Honestly, I’m surprised Tiffany didn’t get jealous at all, but I think you still might need to be careful when you go to sleep tonight.”

“Ya—I’m not that petty!” A smile quickly formed on Jessica’s face, the rest of the room breaking out into a careful laughter.

“Says the girl who got mad at me about a girl who you thought was staring at me for too long at the gym, only to find out later that she was actually checking the availability of the machine I was using.”

“B-But, I mean, you can’t blame me! I mean, you look so hot when you’re in your gym outfit!”

“Ew, get a room!”

“Yah, who said that?”

The jovial atmosphere quickly returned to the room, Taeyeon checking in on the couple after the game lost the interest of the party’s participants. A few more drinking games were played, people only starting to go home well past midnight. As Taeyeon offered them to drive back home because of how late it was, the couple stayed a bit longer to help clean up, Sunny hopping into the passenger seat send them off as well.

After situating themselves in the car, Sunny was the first to speak. “Sorry again, Jessica. I didn’t mean to poke at a sensitive topic.”

“Oh, no no no,” Jessica replied, embarrassment for crying in front of everyone ringing at the back of her mind, “It was a bit embarrassing to be complimented like that in front of everyone, but I’m thankful that you said it. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

Sunny’s gaze lingered on her a bit longer, the apologetic smile similarly lingering on her lips. “You really do have a great body though, probably among the best in our friend group.”

An entire list of people who she would consider to have a better body than hers appeared in Jessica’s mind, but she refrained from saying it. Part of the reason was because she knew that she wasn’t supposed to refute compliments, but also because her social battery was so drained that she felt barely able to speak. When they arrived home, Jessica headed straight for the bed and collapsed face-first on it, not even bothering covering herself with the blanket.

And although Tiffany felt bad for her, knowing how draining social events can be for her incredibly introverted girlfriend, she couldn’t help but smile. Her girlfriend really was way too adorable.

“Come on, Jess, we need to wash. At least brush your teeth before going to bed.”

“Help me then, mommy,” Jessica offered, turning around and holding her arms out like a spoiled child.

Tiffany laughed. “You’re too adorable.” She obliging her girlfriend’s request, helping her to her feet. It was mostly silent in the bathroom as the two did their nightly routine, only broken when Tiffany posed the question, “So how was today?”

“It was fun, but I’m exhausted.”

Tiffany could see it in Jessica’s eyes, too. Again, she felt bad for the introvert of a girlfriend she had, not completely able to empathize with the feeling but able to sympathize with the feeling of ‘having her social battery drained’ as Jessica so often described to her. “Let’s cuddle and watch a movie tomorrow.”

This brought a smile to Jessica’s otherwise fatigued visage. “I’d love that.”

This was from a request a while back that I found in my drafts that I slammed out in the span of a week or two, was very fun to write although, for the first time in a while, I didn’t really have a concrete plan when writing this. I had the personalities and the characters (since this was a request) decided, but otherwise not much. I had to look up some drinking games because I don’t drink often, but apart from that, didn’t really do much preparation before diving in.

In some ways, it felt nice to write more off-the-cuff (the ‘mommy’ thing was an off-the-cuff thing, as was the Jessica crying thing), but at times, especially when I felt a little stuck in the chapter, I missed the careful planning I usually do with everything I write.

ANYWAYS, enough ranting. Y’all probably didn’t come here for that xD Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!

[fourseasonscomeandgo]

Banana.

Pairing: SNSD Taeyeon x gn!reader.

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: Fluff.

"Lie down."

"I don't want to."

"Lie down." You took the banana you were cutting up with intentions of making it into a smoothie, and pointed it at her.

"I don't want to." She repeated, crossing her arms, putting her chin up, challenging you.

"Kim Taeyeon." You called her name, confronting her in the same way.

"Will you throw me that banana?" She questioned, raising her eyebrows "It's the only one left." She reminded.

"Whatever it takes?" She took two steps back, stretching her arms out to hold onto the edges of the archway that led into your kitchen "Well, catch me if you can." She sentenced, using the support on the timbers to generate momentum and turn on her heels, then dashed off.

"I'll do whatever it takes." You affirmed "On the couch." You ordered.

You threw the banana you were holding in your hands in the direction of her small figure that was now running away from you, as if you thought the impact would be hard enough to knock her down.

However, the banana missed.

You paused for a moment to look at the fruit scattered on the ground, thinking that now you would not be able to finish your smoothie, and you would also have to clean up.

After the realization that your olympic toss hadn't helped at all, you ran out the way your girlfriend had fled earlier. You stopped in the hallway to analyze which door she might have entered through.

The bathroom? Why would she go into the bathroom?

The dressing room? Could she have been hiding among the clothes?

The bedroom? Definitely in there.

You carefully open the door and step into the room you share with Taeyeon. Making as little noise as possible while walking, you scanned the place in search of her.

"Taengoo?" You uttered finally as you weren't able to find the girl anywhere.

Silence.

You ran your eyes around the room, scanning it again. Your gaze finally falling on a certain place: the bed. More precisely, under it. You wouldn't want to think she was there, because of how obvious it would have been to hide there, but it was the only place unchecked.

"Love?" you called out to her again.

This time being reciprocated by a bark coming from Zero, who was, effectively, under the bed.

"Zero-yah!" You heard your partner whine, only to have the little puppy subsequently come out of hiding and start jumping at you, asking you to pick him up.

From under the mattress peeked Taeyeon's head, who was watching you, frustrated, with a pout on her lips.

"Get out of there and lie down." You resumed the topic that had caused this whole situation.

"Taeyeon! You have a fever!" You reproached her with an incredulous tone.

"I have to go to work." She explained, expressionless, obvious.

You weren't able to assimilate your girlfriend's behavior. For almost two years now, she hadn't stopped working, as if she didn't already have enough money. You admired her, of course you did. One of the big reasons why you were so in love with her was that vehement passion for what she does. But everything has a limit, and she was exceeding hers.

You could understand if Taeyeon was turning down a whim of yours for her to stay at home with you, but this time, she was sick and still wanted to get into that studio where she spends hours and days.

You had to intervene, of course you had to intervene, for her sake.

"What are you thinking about?" Her voice interrupted your train of thought and you turned your gaze to her head, which, as she hadn't fully come out of hiding yet, was still peeking out from under the place where you both slept.

"Bullshit," she denied as she pulled her body out from under there "you weren't thinking about that, but okay."

"That you're not up yet."

She left the room and started walking around the house. At first you didn't understand what she was doing, but then you could see that Taeyeon was gathering her things

to leave.

"Yah!" You exclaimed as you saw her head for the front door.

After hearing your shout and realizing you had already read the situation, she tried to run as fast as she could towards her freedom, but your legs are longer, so you were in time to catch her by the waist and gently push her back.

"You're worse than a toddler." You scolded her by pointing your finger at her.

"I don't care."

"Love, I'm just fine." She assured, whining.

You walked until you were close to her, then bent down. She looked at you, not getting what you were doing. You put your arm behind her knees, causing her to lose her balance, to which she squealed in surprise, and using that opportunity, you lifted her up and rested her on your shoulder.

It's not that you were a person with a lot of strength. It's just that Taeyeon is practically a plant.

"Hey! This can't be legal. You're holding me against my will!" She kicked, hit your back, and even bit your shoulder, trying to get you to put her down.

Finally, you gently set her down on the bed you share, giving her a kiss on the forehead, opening the sheets so you could cover her with them.

"Yes, I will," you took off your slippers and climbed onto the bed, gluing your body to hers and wrapping her in your arms "you can never resist me."

"You won't buy me with love, you bastard." She said, putting on a voice that sounded like gollum in the Spain dub and turning to the side to turn her back to you.

She turned abruptly to look at you with a judgemental grimace, unable to believe your outburst of self-esteem.

"I'm sorry." You murmured, looking at her sweetly, as if in your eyes you carried tenderness itself.

"You're not lying, but you could be more modest." She advised with a raised eyebrow, and the corners of her lips turned down.

Taeyeon gently held your face in her hands, brushing your cheeks with her fingertips, giving your jaw a support with her palms. She leaned in close enough for your nostrils to nuzzle and then moved her head subtly up and down to extend the gesture. You were in such a trance before her adoration that until she moved her lips, you didn't notice that she was kissing you. You raised your hand, resting it on her chest, and pushed her away.

"You have a fever, don't kiss me!" You shrieked.

"Are you kidding me!?" She replied, frustrated "You won't let me go to work, I'm sick, you chased me and held me against my will, and now I can't even kiss you?" She collapsed between the pillows, covering her face with her hands, dejected.

"Kim Taeyeon, we need to talk."

"If you break up with me, you're ugly." She sat up quickly, pointing accusingly at you.

"Seriousness."

"Okay, seriousness." She furrowed her eyebrows.

"You're working too much."

"How can I ever be working too much? If it's work, it can never be too much." She interrupted you.

"Taeyeon, you're overworking yourself." You repeated, dropping the playful tone and sounding worried.

"My love, you lost weight, you hardly sleep and you even eat little." You took her hands "You haven't taken a break in years." Your eyes met, in her face you noticed that she knew what you were saying was true.

"It's not like that..."

"Yes, honey, I know." She said, looking down to her hands.

"You're sick right now. Is it really so terrible for you to stay at home for a few days and do nothing?"

She averted her gaze to the side, trying to suppress a smile.

The reality was that it generated butterflies in her belly that you took care of and worried about her.

But you don't know that.

"It wouldn't be so bad." She whispered, succumbing to your words.

"Wouldn't it?" You smiled broadly.

"It wouldn't." She agreed "But I have one condition," you put on your serious face again "you have to kiss me."

"Taeng..."

"Of course I'll kiss you, just stay there." You fell backward onto the mattress, taking her with you, only to position yourself on top of her and press a kiss to her plumpy lips.

"Okay, then I have to go to practice." She tried to stand up, only to be stopped by your embrace.

Taeyeon lifted her arms and wrapped them around your neck, pulling you into her, deepening the kiss. But you suddenly got up and just walked away.

"There's a banana scattered on the floor of our living room." You replied disinterestedly.

"Where are you going!?" Taeyeon shouted upset.

—ica.

[misswoozi]

ok hear me out… let’s talk about snsd a bit

Taeyeon (my queen fyi) likes to play with herself when she’s stressed, eg after a comeback of hers, it must be exhausting, so as soon as she gets home, she closes herself in the bathroom and yeah… magic happens 🪄 omg I imagine her so needy tho, so to spice it up she watches lesbian porn

Don’t be shy, share your thoughts too ;)

xxx

I'm always down to talk about Soshi!

I've always written Taeyeon as someone with a high sex drive AND actually the idol with the biggest collection of toys so our headcanons really line up here. I think she's a private person and I think she has high standards for sex and for dating, meaning a lot of the time, she takes care of herself.

I headcanon Taeyeon as SUPER BISEXUAL for her, watching WLW porn wouldn't be extra spicy so much as it is common practice. But I actually don't think she watches much porn! (hentai... that's another topic lmao many people have asked me which idols are most into hentai and she always makes the top 5.)

The bathroom (bathtub specifically tbh) is definitely a comfortable place for her to go but I've always seen her as more of a bed/couch girl. I think the more physically comfortable she is (soft cushions/mattress/pillows), the more into it she is, you know?

[thanksforthedinosaur]

january 2024

czarface - blast off

dijahsb - how r u

masta ace & marco polo - life music

layfullstop - slow fashion

nyck caution - gunshy

wale the sage - bleue

rapsody - asteroids

kris the $pirit - tswiw

the doppelgangaz - oh my

mindsone - changeling - shapeshifter

de la soul - lovely how i let my mind float

isatta sheriff - rhyme traveller

benaddict - make time as nothing

noname - hold me down

beam - fu

earthgang - flavors of karma

roshin - technicolor

tobi - all night long

connor price - trendsetter

nas - i love this feeling

aesop rock - vititus

donutman - exhibit

soulchef - sunshine

atmosphere - don't mind me

scribe - dreaming

busta rhymes - luxury life

2 chainz - transparency

tkay maidza - love and other drugs

dizzy fae - backseat

jgrrey - theirs13

teni - ybgfa

shay lia - atterrissage

yuna - cyanide

keiynan - triggered

milkoi - skyblue poem

muroki - middle ground

tems - not an angel

arctic lake - fool

holliday howe - miss molly cuddle

saranghae - nevercameback

omniboi - marathon

she loves boon - have a good time

laura elliott - t-shirt

etta marcus - snowflake suzie

nep - fender

david am - what was isn't now

kc rae - bathroom floor

smol fish - sweet taste

packs - abalone

lydia luce - saline

babebee - butterfly 나비

katie pham & the moonbathers - stay inside

arlo parks - i'm sorry

sophie meiers - mutt

field medic - silver girl

addy - carousel

daffo - good god

allie - churning out glitter

leith ross - (you) on my arm

katy kirby - party of the century

bambina - boys who run

liza anne - thank you for your time

yot club - lauren

far caspian - own

tessa rae - someone i know

olivia barton - big sad

ethan tasch - tetherball

grace gardner - surround sound

siv jakobsen - small

haley heynderickx - how does the horse go home?

meg smith - …but i'd miss you too much! (sad girl version)

lexi jayde - worried (demo)

salem ilese - whiplash

tate mcrae - we're not alike

flowerovlove - next best exit

oston - molly.

lauren sanderson - she loves me, she loves me not

dove cameron - sand

cassie marin - could be ours

lolo zouaï - lava lamp

ayleen valentine - anesthetized

lyn lapid - cross ur mind

ko aka koala - sorry in advance (chill version)

new age doom - there is no end

eliza mclamb - mythologize me

emily yacina - nothing lasts

gabby's world - magnify

chastity belt - hollow

soft streak - cruel

wombo - slab

gulfer - clean

sweet pill - chewed up

yurufuwa gang - wash up brain

sjowgren - newrules

green day - look ma, no brains!

dolly parton - heart of glass

motel raphaël - play nice

dora jar - puppet

loony - nothing else feels the same

kimbra - la type

rina sawayama - flavour of the month

lilyisthatyou - siren

tiger darrow - nice girls

tash - lemonade

anni hung - 長大是一瞬間的事 - 電影《夢遊樂園》主題曲

leah dou - monday

linion - the shadow

chelmico - question

taeyeon - nightmare

heize - picnic of night

red velvet - knock knock (who's there?)

slow magic - acceptance

[what-if-nct]

omg i made a story whilst i was drunk lol

—

jonghyun was a dumb man. he didn’t know what he wanted except for taemin. he was all he wanted. without him, he was nothing. he had devoted his life over his single boy that he simply cannot live without the boy. in fact, he wasn’t even a boy. this is just what jonghyun says whenever he thinks about him. he’s a weird one, but what can you say? it’s jonghyun after all.

this one convenient day, he decided to pop to the shops. he saw a pretty girl selling fish and chips. after thinking about it for a while, he decided to approach the small place.

“hello sir! welcome to the fish and chips shop! how may i help you?” she greeted jonghyun. he suddenly fell shy, and had a loss of words. he wanted to tell her how pretty she was, but he just couldn’t. instead, he bit his lip in embarrassment and played with his fingers for a bit.

“sir? are you ok?” she was starting to feel concerned for the young man. she felt like leaving her stall so she could physically check on him and possibly call an ambulance, but stood at her place thinking about her plans.

“sorry ma’am, i just wanted a chippy.” jonghyun exclaimed.

“sir, we are not australian.” she crossed her arms and annoyedly spoke to him. “please speak proper english.”

“mate, if you don’t give my chippy imma do a committee.” jonghyun angrily moaned until the mighty taemin came in to save the day.

“i’m sorry ma’am… he was asking for fish and chips.” taemin explained. this is why jonghyun loves taemin. he saves him during his most vulnerable moments. he was about to throw a fit, but not when taemin is around. he was his life saver.

“taeminnnnnn!” jonghyun whined. he loved him dearly. he gripped onto his shirt and relaxed on his little belly. the cute hyung then began to dance as he waits for his fish and chips to arrive. he sat on his seat and wouldn’t stop wiggling, even when he was told to by taemin himself.

“stop that hyung.” taemin sighed, he held a single lit cigarette in his hand. he was tired of being sober at that very point, but needed something to eat since he has been drinking. he couldn’t think straight. his vision was blurred and there’s was nothing but his boyfriend that was on his mind.

“taemin taemin taemin.” jonghyun went close to taemin’s face, making him feel his minty breath. “i know you’re smoking, taemin.”

jonghyun smiled at taemin and he about to get scared.

“hey! you’re making me uncomfortable!” taemin hid his face, making him seem invisible to the elder.

the two went to grab their fish and chips before sitting back down where they were at. they were peacefully eating their food when minho and sulli slammed into their table and began smooching passionately.

“ew guys! get a room!” taemin complained, holding his plate in the air.

“not in front of my fish and chips!” jonghyun cried before running to the men’s bathroom. taemin went to follow him, just for himself to get lost in his tracks. he was left to think in the mind of jonghyun and work out where he may go. after some thought, he decided to walk inside the men’s bathroom.

when he went inside, there were two more signs — male and female. feeling confused, he went to the male room.

when he came out, there were another two more signs — elamef and elam. he got super angry that he yelled for jonghyun, but with no avail. he really wanted to find his hyung, but it seems like it would be impossible. as he turned around to open the door he came out from, he saw another 2 signs which was the same as previous, male and female. he turned around again and faced the next 2 doors. him wanting to move towards, he went to the elam door.

when he came out, there were now 3 signs — taemin, mark and taeyeon. he has already been confused from the first pair of doors, so it made sense that it had became much worse.

a part of him wants to go to the taemin door since that was his hyung, but he was born in the same year as taeyeon. he doesn’t even know who mark is, so he just went to the taemin door.

at last, he finally sees sinks and toilets. he saw feet from under one of the stalls. as an attempt to find him, taemin sniffed the feet and sure enough it was indeed jonghyun.

“jonghyun! it’s me taemin!” he banged on the door, but only heard faint sobs.

“taemin? taemin!” he opened the door and grabbed onto taemin’s hoodie, raising him an inch from the ground.

“hyung! i’m so glad you’re here!” taemin smiled. it was a very weird day, but he was glad he was able to find his loving hyung.

maybe i need to drink more lol 💀

It's a wonderful story and very well written for you being drunk. How were you able to come up with something so coherent while drunk. Also this is just a reminder I really just kind of want to keep things Stray Kids and NCT. I know a lot of you like SHINee but it's just I want to kind of have some sense of cohesion so it's not so out of control. I'm sorry but you can always message my main blog it's @hyunjins-fat-gf

[lgcjaehwa]

CHARACTER UPDATE Q3 2K22 ↬ you are now entering jaehwa’s phone...

- what are the top 5 most used apps on your phone?

”i think i use the same apps as the others trainees. majority of it, actually.” jaehwa unlocks her phone and takes a quick scroll through her apps screen. “my most frequent app would be kakaotalk for obvious reasons. spotify and youtube are around the same rank. i use spotify when i’m alone and want to drown out the silence. as for youtube, it’s for music shows and videos! after that would be netflix, where i catch up on dramas.” she pauses, unable to decide the final app. she uses both equally often too. “before i mention the last one, honorable mention to vsco for beautifying my photos. the last app i used most often would be the camera app.”

- what is the most random note in the notes app?

”in the past, i don’t use this app but recently i’ve been taking music and lyric composition classes. so these are mostly lyrics that i wrote.” she explains while scrolling through the notes app. “honestly, the best ideas come to me when i’m in the bathroom so.. you can see why they are all written halfway.” jaehwa has a habit of playing music when she showers so her phone is usually in a waterproof bag and hung on the door. “besides lyrics, i also have a little list of places jinyoung and i can go. so we don’t have to crack our heads to think of where to go on our next date.”

- what was the last message or call you’ve received and who was is from?

”the last message i received was from my sister. she used my mom’s phone since she’s too young to own one. i was out that day so she wanted me to buy her some tteokbokki home. oh and she asked if jinyoung’s coming over.” jaehwa sighs, not wanting to further explain the message. ever since his last visit, jaeeun did not fail to ask about him at least once a week. “my last call was with my manager about hotel del luna’s filming. we’re filming the tenth episode tomorrow and so far, it was fun. the seniors were so kind and taught me a lot on set.”

- what were the last 5 songs that you’ve listened to?

”let’s see..” she mumbles while tapping into spotify to check her song history. “the first one would be taeyeon sunbae’s dear me. the next one’s salem ilese’s i’m mad at disney. if you’ve heard it through the grapevine, yes, i listen to disney songs too. they hit differently than usual songs if you ask me. the next song, which is also my favorite, is a whole new world sung by naomi scott and mena massoud. best princess jasmine and aladdin. the fourth song is sejeong sunbae’s swim away. someone told me it’s a calm, dreamy song and i should do a cover of it.” a smile forms on her lips before she looks at the last song. “and the last one would be iu and suga sunbae’s eight.”

- what were the 5 most recent online searches?

“crystallis jasmine! i’m just curious what others say about me. the second one would be on how to tie a french braid because i’m bad at braiding and recently just learned the rope braid. the next one is on exchange currency rates. i’ve been shopping online recently and getting some stuff from japan and the US cause i loved the snacks i brought home recently, just that i forgot to buy more. oh, there’s one about double crochets. i’m learning how to crochet a scarf since the cold weather’s coming and i forgot how to do the double crochet stitch. and lastly, ‘best tteokbokki nearby’ since i had to buy some back home.”

[authorhjk1]

Halloween Interlude:

The archer and the heiress

Tiffany Young X Kim Taeyeon X Male Reader

Shoot! I completely forgot!"

The woman lying next to you lifts her head off your chest.

"What?"

"I have to go to the party today."

She sits up, looking around for clothes she could put on. You remember that she was already missing her dress by the time you reached her living room. Her panties must be in that area as well, while her bra is dangling on the doorknob of her bedroom door.

"When does it start?"

"9 pm."

Your watch says it's 7.

"Relax, Tiffany. You have more than enough time."

You pull her back onto the mattress and your chest.

"I have to clean this place, though."

"Why? You said the party is at your friend's place."

"Yeah. But another friend of mine is gonna pick me up."

"Don't worry about it."

You have your own meeting to attend to, which means, you don't have all the time in the world either. But with a beauty like Tiffany next to you, there is no way you leave, unless it's absolutely necessary.

You kiss her forehead, while sneaking your hand under the cover. The two of you are still naked after your little session a couple of minutes ago.

"Yes. Right there."

Tiffany sighs as you fingers find her clit. You lazily draw small circles on it, while kissing the top of her head. Her own fingers trace along the outlines of your abs.

"A little harder."

You do as she says, making her squirm underneath the sheets.

After your night with IU, you realized that there are mutual benefits for sleeping with older women. You still learn something everytime. Ahin appreciates it as well, since she is mainly the one whom you experiment on afterwards.

"God, yes."

Tiffany coos as you slip a finger inside her honey pot.

"No, No. Stop. I have to get dressed."

She attempts to pull your arm out from underneath the sheets.

"You know this going to take only a minute."

You earn another moan as a second finger joins the first.

"And how are you going to get off then?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"I have to take a shower anyways, before I leave."

"That's not fair."

"You are the one who is telling me to leave."

"No. I-I'm not. Fuck."

Tiffany feels her body starting to heat up. The warm feeling in her core intensifies as you curl your fingers.

"God. I thought you too well."

You chuckle as you feel her press her face into your chest.

This is the second time in one week you are lying in her bed. And it seems to pay off.

Her legs shuffle around, making her feet peak out from underneath her white covers. You see them curling, her toes digging into the mattress.

Keeping your pace, it doesn't take long for Tiffany to orgasm. A deep moan, a small wave that's rushing through her body and she is lying next to you, like she did before.

Your chest is a little wet as Tiffany is still breathing heavily. The two of you lie next to each other in silence once more.

A couple of moments later, the doorbell rings.

"Oh, shit! That's her."

This time, you don't stop Tiffany from getting up. Instead, you enjoy the sight of her flawless body. She opens her wardrobe, taking out a bathrobe. She ties the satin belt around her waist as she turns around.

Tiffany's cleavage is on display, the turquoise robe barely hiding her chest.

"Towels are underneath the sink."

You nod in appreciation, before watching her leave the room and close the door.

Checking your phone, you read the message Ahin send you.

"I feel bad that you have to work tonight. I will make it up to you, when I'm back home."

You are typing your response, when she sends you another text.

"Are you still at Tiffany's? I hope you are enjoying yourself before the meeting."

"Thank you, babe. I'm having a great time. I will see you tonight."

Putting your phone back on Tiffany's nightstand, you throw the sheets off your body. While you make your way to her bathroom, you hear Tiffany and another woman chat in the living room. Since the door to the bathroom is in her bedroom, you don't even have to leave it.

Closing the door behind you, you search for her towels.

Meanwhile:

"What are you doing, Tif? We are leaving in a couple of minutes."

The younger woman scoffs at the older one.

"Is that your costume? It's not very original, is it?"

"Better than your robe. What are you dressed up as? A slut?"

"No. My costume is in my bathroom."

"Get dressed then."

Tiffany rolls her eyes.

"You know where the drinks are. Knock yourself out."

The younger woman leaves to get dressed.

Hearing the door open, you turn off the water. You are done anyways. When you are about to ask Tiffany for your clothes, you remember where you left them.

"What is it?"

"I left my clothes in your living room."

Tiffany's eyes widen.

"No problem. I'm gonna get them."

You stop her by holding onto her arm.

"It's fine. I can get them myself."

"But-"

You shut her up by kissing her lips.

"Get dressed."

Closing the door behind you, you tie her blue towel around your waist. Luckily it's more than big enough to cover your lower body, even reaching your knees.

Entering Tiffany's living room, you stop in your tracks. The woman that is leaning against the counter looks stunning, to say the least.

Her long black dress falls onto the floor, while it shows off her naked shoulders. Silver hair flows down her back and shoulders, decorated with pearls. Her glasses look quite interesting, but your main focus lies on the weapon in her hand. A silver bow, at least half as long as she is tall. You get a glimpse of her quiver, before you realize that she is holding something else in her left hand.

Your red tie.

She must have heard you come in, because she looks up. A small smile plays on her lips.

Her eyes are locked on yours, before they start to travel down your body. Kim Taeyeon's gaze wonders over your biceps, chest and abs. You see her biting her lower lip, once she reaches your towel. You feel proud of your body. The hundreds of hours spent in the gym were worth it.

"Drop your towel."

You expected everything. Except this. Maybe a hello. Or a compliment. Or "what the hell are you doing here?". But not this.

Too surprised to answer, you stay in place like a scarecrow.

Taeyeon sighs, before putting your tie on the counter. She walks up to you slowly, keeping eye contact with you through her glasses.

"So you are the reason, why Tiffany is late?"

"I-I guess so."

Now you know, why she was in such a hurry to get dressed earlier.

"I told you to drop it."

Taeyeon let's her bow fall onto the sofa next to you.

After hesitating for a moment, you do as she says. As the towel hits the floor, she takes a step closer.

"No wonder Tiffany didn't tell me about you. I wouldn't want to share you, too."

"I'm not an object, you know?"

Tiffany wasn't as dominant during your first encounter. Yes, she did make you take her in her car. But afterwards, she became a little softer. She likes to switch between dominant and submissive.

But as Taeyeon puts her hand around your throat, you realize that she is probably the most dominant woman you have been with.

The pearls on her hand slightly dig into your skin. You have no trouble breathing yet.

"As of now, you are mine."

Still too bamboozled to speak, you let her other hand explore your chest and abs.

"Tiffany is gonna take a while. Which means we have time for a quick fuck."

You are still in awe at how confident she is. Taeyeon is way smaller and petite than you. But she still holds power over you, like you never expected.

At first, you want to decline. Just out of principle. For some reason, Taeyeon is too dominant for your taste. And yet, you find yourself kind of intrigued.

Since you saw Tiffany's body just a few moments ago, you can't help but compare. And you have to say, Taeyeon isn't lacking behind in anything at all. Her dress stretches a little over her chest, making her breasts look slightly bigger than they probably are. Her flawless, white skin is decorated with pearls, while her eye makeup compliments her hair.

She looks just as beautiful as she looks intimidating. Especially with that bow and quiver of hers. The way she stares up at you, makes you jump into action.

Wanting to kiss her red lips, you lean down. Taeyeon almost makes you choke as she strengthens her grip.

"No kissing, toy."

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches down, touching your dick.

"This is the only part of your body that I want inside of me."

The situation is utterly ridiculous to you. This small woman has wrapped you around her finger like a plaything. With ease, she pushes you against the wall.

"Pick me up."

Taeyeon strokes your cock, making sure you are able to make use of the short time you have.

"Pick me up and nail me into the wall."

You reach underneath her dress, expecting her to take her hand off your throat. Instead, Taeyeon straightens her back fully, making it easier for you to pick her up.

Looking down, you see the hem of her dress still grazing the floor. The soft skin of her thighs in your hands makes you as hard as you need to be. Taeyeon reaches into her dress, guiding your cock towards her entrance. You shouldn't be surprised she isn't wearing anything underneath.

"Now give it to me."

She presses her forehead against yours as you feel your tip part her folds.

"Give it to me good."

This would have been motivation enough already. But hearing Tiffany rummaging around in the room behind you finally brakes your composure.

You pull Taeyeon onto your cock, her body as leight as a feather. Her wet pussy makes way for your dick as you sink into her.

"That's what I'm talking about."

Taeyeon coos as she feels your hard shaft slowly filling her snatch.

"Now turn around, toy."

You do as she says. Both of her hands are now at the back of your neck as you push her back against the wall.

"Fuck yes."

Taeyeon sighs as you lift her up, before dropping her again. Like she requested, you start to nail her into the wall. Her small body gets thrown up and down with every thrust.

"Harder!"

You pull her further onto your cock, making her take every inch. Her nails dig into the back of your neck as you bounce her up and down.

"Be rougher!"

By now, you almost feel like you throw Taeyeon into the air, before impaling her with your shaft. You drive yourself deeper and deeper into her everytime you pull her onto your cock. Her pussy is tight and wet, consuming your dick with an unsatisfiable hunger.

"Tell mommy how good her pussy feels."

"Your pussy feels so good."

You start talking, before even realizing what she called herself.

"It's so warm. So tight. It's the best."

"That's a good boy!"

Taeyeon sounds like she is out of breath, although you are the one carrying her. The volume of her moans increase with every second. You feel her dress hugging the both of you as you fuck it's owner into her friend's wall.

"Oh god! That's one good cock!"

Taeyeon's hands fall off your neck as you start to drive her towards the end. Her pussy tightens around you, her body trying to get as much friction out of you as possible.

"Make mommy cum!"

Her nails now scratch the white wall behind her. Taeyeon's face contorts in pleasure.

"God!"

Her pussy clenches around your cock as she orgasms on your dick. The tension leaves her body, while her eyes are wide open. Just like her mouth.

"What-"

Tiffany chooses this exact moment to enter the living room. She stops in the doorframe at the sight right next to her.

You, standing completely naked in her living room, driving her friend into her wall like you would a nail. Her friend, still recovering from her orgasm, hanging in your arms.

In return, you can't take your eyes off of Tiffany. You are not exactly sure what that costume is supposed to be, but it's definitely working for her.

Her white top looks like a combination of jacket and bra, showing a deep cut into her cleavage. The matching skirt is open in the front, revealing white shorts. Being this close to her, you can see the outlines of her pussy lips. Her long black hair cascades down over her right shoulder. While the rings on her fingers do make her look elegant, the sunglasses on her head seem a little over the top.

"Are you serious, Tae?"

"What?"

"Couldn't you have waited until like, after the party?"

"No way. He would be gone by then."

"That's true."

You agree with Taeyeon, but shut up, when you see Tiffany's stare.

"To be honest, I liked you robe costume better."

"Do you now?"

The younger woman crosses her arms in front of her chest while looking at the older one.

"Yeah. I still don't get what you are supposed to be."

"That's because I'm not done yet. I wanted to know what was going on, after hearing some noises."

"And what are you supposed to be?"

You feel your arms getting tired while listening to the two women.

"A rich heiress who was bitten by a vampire."

Taeyeon raises an eyebrow.

"I see. So you are wearing that, plus vampire teath and some blood on your face?"

"Better than your outfit from your own MV."

"Girls,...."

You try to put Taeyeon down, who gracefully steps out of your embrace.

"I really love both of your outfits, but I gotta go now. I have a meeting coming up."

"A meeting on Halloween?"

Tiffany laughs.

"Your life sucks."

Your eyes flicker between the two of them. Not really.

Walking away to find your clothes, you hear Taeyeon chuckle behind you.

"Who said I'm done with you yet?"

"What?"

You turn back around.

"There is still one thing I'm missing."

She walks towards you, taking a hold of your hard cock once more. You know what it is, but you wait for her to say it.

Instead, Tiffany steps up.

"Do you have to do this now?"

"Yes. And you do too."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Taeyeon focuses back on you.

"Since you are going to cum inside of me anyways, I'm gonna let you choose. Who do you want to fuck first? Me? Or that bratty heiress?"

"Hey. I just got changed and..."

Taeyeon takes Tiffany's arm and pulls her forward. The younger woman stumbles and lands in your arms.

"Bratty heiress it is."

You don't want to anger Tiffany and yet Taeyeon's stare makes you act immediately.

In a blink, you push Tiffany onto the sofa. She lands on her stomach, her sunglasses fall off at the impact. Leaning over her, you hike up her skirt, taking a good look at her firm ass.

"Take her."

Following Taeyeon's command, you peel Tiffany's shorts off of her.

"Stop it. I have to..."

Taeyeon stuffs Tiffany's mouth with a black thong. Now you remember, where you threw it a couple of hours ago.

"Less talking, more moaning."

You are now sitting on her legs, slightly pushing her ass cheeks apart. Tiffany's pussy looks even more beautiful in this position than usual. You guide your still hard cock towards her snatch, before slowly penetrating her.

You hear Tiffany's muffled protests, but you don't care as soon as you feel her wetness.

"Good boy. Now fuck the shit out of her."

Taeyeon is sitting in the armchair across from you, her hand underneath her dress.

"Mommy wants to see how she looks when she cums."

You take that as a challenge.

Tiffany's face sinks into the cotton of her sofa as you start to pound her. Her pussy feels even tighter in this position, making it even more pleasurable for you. Her elegant, bratty aura is quickly replaced by a mumbling mess.

The thong in her mouth works wonders. You can't understand a word as you fuck her hard.

"Listen to her moaning."

Taeyeon sighs, her hand moving at the same rhythm as you.

"I told her not to hide it from me, when she finds someone great to play with."

Her lips are slightly open, even when she isn't speaking.

"That's her punishment now. I hope she learns from it."

Holding her by her waist, you push Tiffany's body further into the mattress as you keep pounding her from above. You feel her feet kick against your back as her pussy becomes wetter and wetter. Her moans turn into screams, which even the thong can't quiet. And a couple of thrusts later, Tiffany is forced to orgasm on her sofa.

Her juices immediately stain the cotton as you feel her pussy clench around you. After having fucked Taeyeon before, you feel your own orgasm approaching. Tiffany's tight walls aren't of any help at all, when you try not to cum.

"Lie on the ground."

Taeyeon is already standing, ready for you to follow her order.

You lie down after leaving an angry, but satisfied Tiffany.

"Time for your cum, toy. Cum in me."

Taeyeon straddles you, already guiding your tip towards her entrance. A second later, you are inside of her again. While Tiffany is tighter, although that might have been the position, Taeyeon is definitely wetter. You feel her juices running down your shaft as she teases her folds with your tip.

"God, you are hard."

No surprise there, you think to yourself as you feel Taeyeon lowering herself onto you. You still don't see much, due to her long dress. Her pussy feels heavenly nevertheless.

Taeyeon starts to ride you, while you lie on Tiffany's carpet. The younger woman starts to fix her "costume", while you have to do your best to not shoot your load right now.

"You are such a good boy. Good fucking toy."

Taeyeon moans and moans. Filth after filth spills out of her mouth as she rocks her body on top of you. You hold her waist through her dress, making sure she can focus on her steady rhythm.

"You are nothing like a little toy to me. A plaything to cum on, whenever I want."

Taeyeon sighs heavily, her cheeks flushed.

All those accessories in her hair sparkle in the light as they bounce up and down in tandem with her body.

"Fuck."

You sigh, knowing you are close. Taeyeon feels you twitching inside of her.

"Yeah! Cum in me. Fill my pussy with that cum of yours!"

She picks up her pace, making you see stars. Her body moves back and forth, up and down. She does anything to make you cum inside of her.

"Give mommy your cum! Cum for me, toy!"

You groan as you finally release your load.

Taeyeon feels how you paint her insides white as her pussy contracts around you. A small orgasm rushes through her body, making her pussy milk your cock for everything you got.

___________

Happy Halloween in advance! Hope you enjoy this one. The next proper chapter is already on its way.

[katrinawritesthings]

👽

👽 is what I use in googledocs for Taeyeon so get this. One time I saw this gif of Junghee and I was like. lesbian that ignores you when you try to flirt at the club but later when you walk in on her getting her dick sucked in the bathroom she invites you to join

and originally it was just supposed to be that with jungtae but then because I'm me and I'm a disaster I also added then fucking in the club and then like over a year of them texting and then them meeting up to do the sex again and then going on a date and all I have are random ass paragraphs written in no chronological order and it's so long and I'm so annoyed but I'm going to finish this fucking thing. The lesbians will win

[choerrypuffs]

fast times.

pairing: co-worker!donghyuck x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 7.6k

synopsis: throughout the snapshots of your life, lee donghyuck is always there. (or, you realize that you’re in love with the bane of your existence.)

author’s note: i started grad school and it’s literally eating me alive so i wanted to write something short and sweet to de-stress and then it ended up being almost 8k words 😭

warning(s): excessive drinking, family tension

playlist: fast times by sabrina carpenter ― the bottom by gracie abrams ―  stress by taeyeon ― ruin my life by zara larsson ― cruel summer by taylor swift 

ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2022  sun’s up too soon like daylight savings, mixed emotions are congregating 

Liquid courage, as the poets say.

Well, don’t fact check that, but surely Wordsworth or Coleridge or whichever poet that Taylor Swift talks about in the lakes mentioned something about getting shitfaced during a St. Patrick’s Day office party.

Regardless, you’re going to pretend like they did because it’s a lot less romantic (lowercase r, not capital like the movement) if you’re just drunk off your ass at an office party without an artsy-fartsy literary reference to back you up.

You’re one too many shots of tequila deep, swaying to the shitty techno music that someone is blasting from their pretentious Spotify playlist while stumbling past the office cubicles, including yours and He Who Shall Not Be Named’s, on your wobbly trip to the bathroom.

Despite the copious amounts of alcohol in your system, the remaining coherent part of your brain is sounding the alarms that you’re probably going to throw up soon. You wish that part of your brain would just shut the hell up because you don’t want to think rationally right now.

You don’t want to think about He Who Shall Not Be Named and how he’s in love with your best friend. You don’t want to think about how his eyes found her the moment she walked into the office, how his gaze melted into a pool of honey, his head swiveling towards every direction she went like a stupid bobblehead. Not that you blame him; everyone is in love with Karina. It’s not his fault, but you’re mad at him anyways.

Ugh, see? You’re thinking about him again.

Anyways, you’re also grateful for that part of your brain because the poets definitely do not write about spewing chunks in front of your co-workers. You just want to hurl in peace and wallow in your misery with the porcelain toilet bowl by your side.

The poets probably wrote about that.

You finally make it to the hall where the bathrooms are, having steady yourself against the wall as you make your way down because walking in a straight line has become a luxury. However, you only get about five steps (at least you think it’s five, numbers are hard) when someone grabs your arm. You don’t even realize your legs are in the process of buckling until there’s a pair of hands supporting your waist to keep you upright.

“Jesus, Y/N,” someone breathes in relief, exhaling loudly.

You’d recognize that condescending tone anywhere.

He Who Shall Not Be Named carefully leans you against the wall, one hand still on your waist while the other removes the bottle of Jack Daniels that you didn’t even know you were clinging onto from the nook of your arm. With one smooth motion, he tosses the bottle into the trashcan and doesn’t even flinch when the bottle very audibly shatters inside.

“I know you’re a loyal worshiper of mine, but just Y/N is fine,” you slur, not sounding nearly as cool as you’d hope, “though it’d be pretty fucking funny if you washed my feet.”

He huffs and pauses, like he’s debating on whether or not he should say what he wants to say next. And because he’s a piece of shit, he says it:

“For the record, Jesus washed his disciples’ feet. Not the other way around.”

You groan, shoving him hard. He barely budges, so most of the force in your shove kicks back to you. Feeling yourself tip forward, you grab his shoulders out of instinct to avoid busting your head open against the hard tile. In the process, your forehead slams into his chest, and he lets out a soft grunt. His hands grip your elbows, fingertips warm against your even warmer skin.

“I hate you,” you sniffle, burying your face in his shirt. He smells exactly like a fluffy towel that just came out of the dryer. “You’re tactless and you never let me win and you have shitty taste in movies.”

“And you’re drunk,” he replies nonchalantly, “Why do you drink so much when you’re such a lightweight?”

“You don’t deserve Karina,” you continue angrily.

He actually laughs at that. “Okay, young lady. I’m going to drive you home now. Come on.”

You lift your head so fast that you nearly slam it into his jaw; luckily, he sees it coming and steps back before you can knock his teeth out.

“Don’t,” you hiss, poking his chest. “I don’t want you to drive me home. Don’t drive me home unless…”

He raises an eyebrow. “Unless what?”

“Pretty boys can never be trusted,” you hiccup.

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, but let’s continue this discussion when you’ve sobered up,” he sighs, crossing his arms. “And when you are sober and realize that you don’t want to talk about this anymore, like I suspect you’ll do, I’ll even pretend like this conversation never happened because I am a gentleman.”

“Do you think I’m pretty?” you whisper blearily.

You’re wearing a green t-shirt that has “Kiss me, I’m Irish” plastered across the chest in big, bold white letters. You borrowed it from Karina when you realized you didn’t have any green in your closet. Of course, only Karina would look good in something like this, but you really didn’t want to be pinched the entire night. Someone had plastered four-leaf clover stickers all over your face, though you’re not sure how many of them are still on at this point. Your makeup should be intact since you haven’t been sweating, even if you probably have mascara residue under your eyes. You’ve certainly looked better, but this definitely isn’t the worst state you’ve been in.

It’s a stupid question though, really. No matter how pretty you are, he’s already chosen Karina.

When you glance back up at him, he looks like one of those cartoon characters that have two perfect red circles on their cheeks when they blush.

You haven’t seen him this flustered in a long time. He’s always had this smug, impenetrable mask of an expression that you want to punch off his face―like he’s constantly one step ahead of you in something.

You want to take out your phone and take a picture of his expression so badly.

Instead, you hunch over and throw up on his expensive shoes.

VALENTINE’S DAY 2018 my feelings used to be serrated, but you speak in such a perfect cadence

Pretty boys should never be trusted.

That is your ultimate mantra in life.

Especially pretty boys that claim to be “nerdy.” The ones that smell nice and aren’t misogynistic but also like games and anime and know how to code. The ones that wear indie band t-shirts and actually enjoy the band but don't care if you wear the same t-shirt just because you like the aesthetic. The ones that wear rings on their fingers and metal-rimmed glasses on the tip of their noses.

The ones that other girls would claim were “written by women.”

It’s all a trap.

If anything, they’re worse than the obnoxious frat boy chads. At least those are straightforward about what they want. Nerdy pretty boys are professional manipulators, meticulously slicing your heart into thin little pieces to use as a garnish for their own ego.

So when the new intern swaggers into the office, hands tucked into the pockets of his designer slacks, your Pretty Boy senses start to tingle.

He’s wearing a crisp white button-up (not a band tee since he’s at work), and he’s got rings on his fingers and metal-rimmed glasses right on the tip of his nose. His hair is a little curly and falls into his eyes in that messy but charming look. He’s got a round face and pouty lips, looking just sweet enough to disarm someone.

After he walks in, the CEO of the company follows, and now everything makes sense.

“Everyone, this is my grandson, Donghyuck,” Mr. Lee explains, smiling warmly.

Nepo baby, you realize, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“I want you all to know he won’t be getting any special treatment,” Mr. Lee says firmly, “He will have to work his way from the bottom, just like everyone else.”

Right, that’s why you’re personally introducing him to us, you think wryly.

After receiving a load of ass kissing from the employees, Mr. Lee finally leaves, and your team leader points Donghyuck to the empty cubicle right next to yours. He strolls over with an ease as if he owns the building (he technically does) and takes a seat. He smiles at you, though it reads as more of a smirk than a good-natured smile.

“Hi, I’m Donghyuck.”

When he looks at you, he does so with his whole body. His lanky frame is completely angled towards you as he unabashedly drinks in your side profile with his mischievous, twinkly eyes. The way he stares at you with such intrigue makes you jittery, and you keep your line of sight glued to your computer screen, refusing to indulge him even through your peripheral.

He’s deploying his Pretty Boy tactics, you warn.

“I know,” you snap back. You don’t mean to come off that aggressively, but you just know he’s trouble. In an attempt to remedy your curt response, you softly tack on, “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” Donghyuck asks, the quirked grin on his face growing.

You blink in surprise. You were not expecting him to say it so straightforwardly. “I…just met you.”

“You’re not answering the question.” He tilts his head, though he doesn’t seem particularly bothered by it. Rather, he probably already knows the answer.

You’re not sure what to say to that, and Donghyuck doesn’t try to continue the conversation either. Instead, he begins to unpack his stuff and set up his work space. When he turns on his personal laptop, you see League of Legends downloaded onto it.

Yikes.

Like the standard pretty boy, he starts hanging up an indie band poster, along with some anime ones you don’t recognize and―a Twilight poster.

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head when you see it. Men, even the pretty boys who are trying to make themselves as appealing to girls as possible, rarely ever admit to watching, much less enjoying, Twilight.

Okay, so maybe your Pretty Boy tingle got one thing wrong, but it doesn’t change the fact that he checks most of the Pretty Boy boxes―

“Are you Team Edward or Jacob?” Donghyuck asks, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

You have no one else to blame but yourself for snooping, but you still grow hot from your face to the tips of your ears and all the way down your neck.

“I’m Team Charlie,” you reply breezily, sounding pretty calm for someone who’s screaming on the inside.

His eyebrows slightly raise, and he just laughs quietly to himself.

You relish in that tiny victory.

.

.

.

As it turns out, Donghyuck is an extremely fast learner.

And despite being a nepo baby, he puts his money where his mouth is. He picks things up extremely quickly and utilizes everything he has learned efficiently. In fact, he’s doing so well that he’s starting to threaten your position as the office’s favorite intern.

And of course, on today of all days, you fuck up.

Another intern messed up the report, and you somehow overlooked it while you were checking. However, the responsibility falls on your shoulders because it was your job to make sure the report was correct. You get viciously chewed out by your team leader, and you’re guaranteed to have to work overtime to fix everything.

Ultimately, it is your mistake, and you’re not disputing that; you just know that you’re being made an example of so the office can look good in front of the CEO’s grandson.

So, while everyone is gathering their stuff to leave, you’re the only one still at your cubicle, fingers clicking away on the keyboard. Your eyelids are already starting to droop, despite the fact that you have at least a couple hours left of work. Giving yourself a couple of smacks on the cheeks, you try to shake away the brain fog and keep going.

You’re so immersed that you almost don’t notice Donghyuck set down a cup of coffee on your desk.

“I bought two for myself, but I think you need it more than me,” he admits, actually seeming a little sympathetic.

“Thanks,” you say, a little wary but still appreciative. You’re too tired to even question his motives.

He gives you a wave before leaving. Once he’s gone, you turn back to your computer and start to work again. You nearly forget about the coffee until you pause to take a big stretch, noticing it in your peripheral. Picking it up, you notice there’s a message scrawled on it.

happy valentine’s day! maybe i’ll grow on you :)

You smile, but only a little bit. Only because he’s a little cute.

When you finally take a sip, you nearly spit it all over your computer screen.

It’s so bitter that it sends a shudder throughout your whole body. You start to cough, feeling like even a single drop of that coffee getting in your system is going to make your short circuit. You’re not even sure if this poison could be considered black coffee. It might be actual black tar. Frantically digging through your drawers to find some candy or gum to offset the bitterness, you begin to curse Donghyuck in your head.

When you finally find a half-melted caramel cube and pop it into your mouth, it occurs to you that Donghyuck didn’t even have a cup of coffee in his hands even though he said he bought two.

“That asshole,” you whisper.

Cracking your knuckles and rolling your neck, you start to type again with a renewed vigor, thinking of all the ways you were going to make Donghyuck pay to power you through the rest of the night.

ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2022  sun’s up too soon like daylight savings, mixed emotions are congregating

You’re not sure how He Who Shall Not Be Named manages to clean himself up and wrangle you into his car in such a short timespan, but he does it. Most of it is a blur to you, though you do recall him throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carrying you through the parking garage after you started trying to fistfight him.

Now, you’re leaning your head against the cool window, watching all the buildings whizz by, as he drives in silence. Well, not complete silence. Music is being softly played on the radio. It’s that stupid indie band he likes, and you hate that you know exactly what song it is. You remember it from last time.

I’ve only been in his car twice, including now, you think groggily to yourself.

He must really like this song.

APRIL FOOLS 2019 three stories up here contemplating, but what the fuck is patience?

“Is this some sort of sick April Fools’ joke?” you demand.

“Come on, Y/N. Surely, you don’t think a prank of mine would be this lame,” Donghyuck retorts, offended.

The two of you are fighting again. At this point, it’s a daily occurrence in the office. In fact, Karina likes to say that the official work day doesn’t really start until you and Donghyuck start going at each other’s throats. You feel bad that everyone has to constantly deal with your bickering, but Donghyuck asks for it every time.

“You can’t just take someone else’s client,” you say through gritted teeth, wanting to smack that insufferable look right off his face.

“I didn’t take anything,” he corrects haughtily, “I was assigned your client, who is now my client. Take it up with the team leader.”

“The team leader would suck a fart out of your ass if you asked him to,” you hiss back.

He shrugs like you have a point.

“Fine,” you snap, grabbing your bag. “I’ll go talk to my client myself. I’ll get them to request to be transferred back to me.”

Before marching out, you grab the coffee on your desk and down it all in one go. It’s been sitting there for a couple hours, so it’s ice cold. The cold temperature in combination with the extreme bitterness is just the right mixture to light a fire in you.

Unfortunately, that fire is dimmed when you step foot outside and realize it’s thunderstorming heavily. The wind howls so piercingly that it almost hurts your ears, and the onslaught of rain is so strong that you can barely see the cars on the streets. You weigh your options: you have no car, there’s no way you can wait for a bus, and there sure as hell aren’t going to be any available taxis.

Just as you begrudgingly decide to do the walk of shame back into the office and wait out the storm, you hear a loud honk and see an obnoxiously red Ferrari pull up. The tinted window rolls down, and you find yourself staring at nepo baby Lee Donghyuck.

“Need a ride?” he shouts over the pouring rain.

“Not with you!” you holler back, turning to go back inside.

“Are you really going to wait it out?” he teases. “Their office closes in twenty minutes.”

You want to keep walking and ignore him, but your traitorous feet plant themselves on the concrete and refuse to let you take another step.

“Thanks for the new client, I guess!” he continues in a sing-song voice. A car behind him beeps, and you hear his window roll back up as he slowly starts to drive away.

“Damn it,” you mutter. Not giving yourself to think, you whirl around and dash out into the rain. Luckily, he decided to leave at a snail’s pace, so you have time to fling his car door open and slip inside.

Even though you were only in the rain for a few seconds, you’re soaked to the bone. Your pants make a squish noise when you settle yourself into his expensive leather seat. You want to make a joke about ruining his seats, but your teeth are chattering too hard for you to even speak.

Donghyuck reaches over and turns your seat warmer on before also blasting the heater. Your thin blouse has become see-through, and you awkwardly cross your arms over your chest, hoping he hasn’t noticed. Unfortunately, he has noticed, judging by the way he loudly clears his throat and reaches into the backseat to give you his hoodie.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, pulling it over your head before slipping your arms through. The sleeves are too long, so you roll them up to your wrists. His hoodie smells like fabric softener.

“No problem.” His voice cracks.

Neither of you say anything after that, only the sound of the rain pitter-pattering against his car filling in the silence. Eventually, he turns on the radio.

It’s a song you don’t recognize, but you deduce it’s from one of his indie bands when he starts humming along. You’re not even sure he’s aware that he’s doing it, though you don’t really mind. He’s not a bad singer, and you actually enjoy the song.

The two of you spend the remainder of the drive just listening to music, neither of you really feeling the need to speak. It’s a calm, comfortable silence―something that you never thought would be achievable between you and him. Rather, you wish you had more moments like this.

By the time you arrive at your client’s office, the rain has stopped. You assume he’s going to leave after dropping you off because it’s not raining anymore, and especially since the meeting ends up lasting way past the office’s closing, but you see his Ferrari still there when you come back out.

Walking over to him, you knock on the window.

“You didn’t have to wait up,” you say when he rolls it down, slightly touched.

“You have my hoodie,” Donghyuck states plainly.

Well, there goes the moment. You can always count on him to say something to piss you off.

“Right.” Rolling your eyes, you start to take off the hoodie in the street.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N,” he grins, “Come on.”

You let out a small huff, even though you’re smiling too, and you climb in. He turns the radio on again, and the two of you fall back into the ambiance. It occurs to you that Donghyuck’s car smells overwhelmingly like rain and leather and him. When you cross your arms, the scent of the fresh fabric softener from his hoodie wafts back up to you. You feel warm―the kind of warmth that blooms in the pit of your stomach and then melts throughout your body, like when you take a sip of hot chocolate on a cold day.

“How was it?” he finally asks after the song ends.

“Who do you think I am?” you scoff. “Of course I got them back.”

He smiles, and it makes you feel proud.

“You can tell the team leader to suck the fart out of my ass,” you retort.

This gets a laugh from him before he hesitantly adds, “I really didn’t want to take your client.”

You’ve never heard him sound so serious and so…vulnerable before. He says it with a slight desperation, like he doesn’t think you’ll believe him.

“I know.”

And much to your own surprise, you do know.

Now that’s a sick April Fools’ joke.

ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2022 sun’s up too soon like daylight savings, mixed emotions are congregating 

“You don’t deserve Karina,” you mumble, coming in and out of sleep.

He Who Shall Not Be Named laughs again at that, though he sounds a lot more exhausted. “Why do you keep saying that?”

“Don’t think I didn’t see it,” you slur. “You were making those stupid moon eyes at her all night long. Looking like some lovesick puppy. Gross.”

He laughs for a second time, but there’s not a hint of humor in it.

What if it had been me, you want to ask him.

NEW YEARS EVE 2019 tiptoeing past so many stages, but what the fuck is patience? 

You’re not sure what possessed Mr. Lee, probably the fact that his grandson works for the company, but he randomly announced one day that the entire office was getting an all expenses paid trip to a fancy ski resort as a New Years present. Needless to say, everyone was absolutely ecstatic.

But you should’ve known something was going to go wrong when Karina suggested that the two of you leave the bunny slope and move straight into the advanced slope, despite the fact that neither of you have ever skied in your lives until now.

You’d like to think that Karina’s sudden bravery was due to the adrenaline of being on such a luxurious trip. You’re going to blame your lack of judgment on the adrenaline rush as well because you actually agreed to it.

Of course, things derailed almost immediately and literally because the two of you ended up veering off the course due to your lack of steering abilities and somehow found yourselves in a random, remote wooded area off the edge of the slope. Karina also twisted her ankle after landing incorrectly, so there’s that too.

Oh, and there’s a snowstorm.

Well, it’s not really a snowstorm. It’s more of a flurry, but it’s terrifying nonetheless because of your current situation. Karina can barely move, and neither of you have any clue where you are nor do you have any sort of communication device since you left it all at the resort. It’s not like you can leave Karina by herself to get help either. You can really only hope that someone finds you before the frostbite starts settling.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Karina sniffles, her nose redder than Rudolph’s.

You hug her tightly, both to comfort her and to keep the two of you as warm as possible. “Stop crying, you’re going to dehydrate yourself. You can apologize when we get out of here.”

She chokes back a sob.

You want to cry too, but you bite down on your lower lip and just cling onto Karina harder.

“Damn, and I was finally going to follow through with my New Year's resolution of fixing my sleep schedule,” you joke, voice trembling.

Karina laughs weakly at that too. “You say that every year.”

“I know,” you admit sheepishly, “but I really am going to this time. I need to make sure I’m in tip-top condition because there’s no way in hell I’m letting Lee Donghyuck get that promotion over me.”

That’s right, you tell yourself. I can’t die here. Not before that dumbass.

You’re not sure why you’re suddenly thinking about him again, but it makes you feel a lot less scared when you picture his dumb smirk and that sly glint in his eyes when he’s gearing up to say something to piss you off. He always knows which buttons to press on the exact wrong day to press them.

You kind of wish he was here now. He would probably be cracking stupid jokes and distracting you―

“Y/N!”

Blinking the snowflakes out of your eyes, you squint past the sheet of snow and tall trees, trying to make sure you aren’t hallucinating. You see a blurry figure running towards you and Karina, the beam of their flashlight peeking through the darkness. When did the sun start setting?

Speak of the pretty boy, and he shall come, you suppose, because Lee Donghyuck is suddenly kneeling in front of you.

The smug look he always dons is wiped clean from his face, instead, his eyes are wide like two saucers and his hands are trembling. You can feel how tightly he’s clutching your arms even through the thick material of your parka. His hair is damp against his forehead; whether it’s from snow or sweat or both, you’re not sure. His face is flushed, and his nose is red like Karina’s, but you want to reach out and boop it for some reason. You can see his labored breath come out in white puffs due to the temperature.

“I found them!” Donghyuck calls out, turning behind him. A couple of your other colleagues emerge from the trees, all holding flashlights. Then, he reverts his attention back to you. His face is all furrowed up, like he isn’t sure whether to be mad at you for being reckless or collapse with relief.

“Are you hurt?” he eventually asks, voice strained as he helps you to your feet. He brushes the snow out of your hair and lifts your ski goggles from your eyes, scanning your face.

“Karina twisted her ankle,” you reply numbly, unable to feel your lips.

He glances over at Karina, who’s being helped by your other co-workers, before looking at you again. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head.

Donghyuck exhales loudly, and you watch his shoulders relax. Then he says, “What the hell were you thinking?”

You flinch at his sharp tone. He’s never raised his voice at you before. You’ve always been the one yelling at him.  

“You can’t even drive a car, so what on Earth possessed you to try and ski on the advanced slope?” he continues to reprimand you. “What’s the point in being this smart if you’re not going to use common sense―”

You burst into tears.

You cry for many reasons: the sheer terror you’d been trying to keep at bay finally catches up to you, you’re grateful to be alive, you’re upset that Donghyuck is scolding you, you’re happy that Donghyuck is scolding you, and most of all, you know he’s right. He’s right, and you’re glad he’s right. You’re glad that he’s standing in front of you.

“You’re such a dick,” you wail, “I can’t believe you’re yelling at me when I almost died. Why can’t you just comfort me like a normal human with empathy?”

Donghyuck grows quiet, and you see his expression soften. Sighing, he reaches over and swipes the tears from your face. When you sniffle, he takes his expensive cashmere scarf and wipes your nose with it. He doesn’t even blink at the snot on it as he cups your frozen cheeks with his gloved hands. Grinning evilly, he squishes your face together, a mush of tears, snot, and puffiness.

“I’ve never wanted you more,” he teases.

“I’m going to kill you,” you grumble, shoving his hands away. Though you do find solace in the fact that he’s making fun of you again.

Your colleagues call the two of you over for help, and you make your way to Karina, who’s still unable to get up.

“Hyuck, do you mind carrying her back to the resort?” One of them asks, their hands too full with Karina’s skis and their own emergency supplies that they brought.

Donghyuck hesitates for a moment, his eyes inadvertently flashing towards you, before he kneels down and turns his back to Karina as he prepares to give her a piggy-back ride.

“I’m heavy,” Karina warns as she carefully climbs on.

“Don’t worry, I do five pushups a week,” he replies breezily, and despite his joking, he stands to his feet without a problem.

She laughs at that, sounding like an angel descending from the heavens.

He adjusts her thighs in his arms slightly, pausing to ask, “That didn’t hurt your ankle, did it?”

She shakes her head, and he says something else that makes her laugh again.

It’s not that you’re jealous that he’s carrying Karina. After all, she’s injured, so it would be a bit obnoxious to be upset over something that isn’t anyone’s fault. And it’s not like you’re any more special to him than Karina.

No, this feeling isn’t jealousy. It’s…uncertainty.

You’re uncertain that he would do the same for you if you were in Karina’s position. Has he ever reassured you with such ease like he did with her? Has he ever treated you like you were made of glass? Has he ever spoken to you so tenderly like that?

You suddenly feel so cold.

Three.

When you get back to the resort, there’s an ambulance waiting to take you and Karina to the hospital for a checkup. You try to tell everyone that you don’t need to go to the hospital, but your colleagues, Karina, and the paramedics insist on you doing so.

“Your glove is torn.”

Before you can even register his words, Donghyuck is holding your hand and flipping your palm over. The fabric of your right glove is ripped, exposing the tip of your pointer finger. You must’ve scraped it against something in the middle of all the chaos because there’s some dried blood caked around your nail.

“You should go,” he says softly, giving your hand an encouraging squeeze before letting go.

Once Karina is properly settled on the gurney, you’re ushered into the ambulance after her. As the doors close behind you, you catch Donghyuck’s eyes one last time. You don’t get to see what his expression is because you look away almost immediately, focusing your gaze on your finger.

Now that the adrenaline has worn off, it does sting a little.

Two.

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Once the hospital finally discharges you and Karina in the middle of the night, the two of you call an Uber back to the resort and clumsily stumble up to your room like two people that just came home after a long night of partying, completely exhausted.

You’re so busy fumbling with your room key and nearly miss the gift that someone has set in front of your door. Picking it up, you realize it’s one of those hot chocolate sets that come with a cute little mug and are wrapped in holographic plastic. There’s also a separate bag of marshmallows beside it.

You don’t really examine it that much, simply handing it off to Karina.

“Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer.”

One.

Karina doesn’t notice the note tucked into the holographic plastic until she’s hobbling to the trashcan to throw it away.

happy new year! maybe i’ll grow on you :)

She turns to you to ask you about it, but you’re already tucked in bed fast asleep. Shrugging, she crumples the note up and tosses it away without another thought.

“Happy New Year,” she whispers to you before crawling in bed herself.

It’s a shame you didn’t get to see the fireworks.

ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2022 sun’s up too soon like daylight savings, mixed emotions are congregating 

“I’m hungry,” you whine, jolting awake and hitting your head against the hard leather headrest on your seat.

“Probably because you emptied out the contents of your stomach onto my Air Jordans,” He Who Shall Not Be Named says wryly.  

You ignore him, getting distracted by the hot dog vendor that you drive by.

“I like hot dogs,” you say absentmindedly.

HALLOWEEN 2021 picturing us in all these places, ahead of myself’s an understatement

You just wanted to get away from the crowd, really.

The party was getting a little stuffy, and it’s pretty easy to get overheated when you’re in a thick Teletubby onesie. You and Karina had the bright idea of dressing as the purple and red Teletubby, but neither of you considered just how hot it would get.

So, that’s why you’re wandering around the dim hallways of the office, munching on a handful of candy―only to end up hearing a conversation you shouldn’t have.

“You are my biggest failure.” That’s Mr. Lee’s voice, hushed but angry.

“More than my mom? I’m honored.” It’s Donghyuck this time. He laughs, a bitter and choked sound.

You nearly yelp when the sound of a loud slap echoes down the hallway. No one else talks after that, and you only hear the sound of footsteps walking away.

Actually, walking away sounds like an absolutely amazing idea, so you turn on your heel to make a quick escape―

And of course, on today of all days, you fuck up.

All of the candy that you had been clutching to your chest slips from your sweaty palms, clattering to the floor. Every single clatter makes you shrink further and further into yourself, and you have no choice but to step out from the corner you were hiding in.

In probably one of the most poorly-timed situations of all time, you have to face Donghyuck while dressed as the purple Teletubby, and he has to face you while dressed as a hot dog―right after you just involuntarily witnessed a glimpse of his strained familial relationships.

“Hi,” you greet awkwardly, gesturing to all the candy that just fell on the floor. “You, uh, want some candy?”

When he looks at you, all the words die in your throat. There’s a red mark on his cheek, and he looks like a little boy again. He stares at you like a deer in headlights, a mixture of horror, embarrassment, and frustration all over his face. He seems so lost and alone, and you don’t know what to do to help him.

“No thanks, Tinky Winky,” he finally replies. He gives you a half-smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“What?” You blink.

“You’re dressed as the purple Teletubby, and you don’t even know his name?” He raises an eyebrow as he sits down on the floor, leaning against the wall.

“I think it’s weirder that you do know his name,” you try to tease.

He doesn’t react to that, and you just stand there. Not wanting to leave him alone, you squat down and start to pick up the candy on the floor to keep yourself busy.

“You should go back to the party,” Donghyuck says quietly.

“It’s too hot,” you complain.

“Y/N.”

“Wanna watch Twilight?” you suddenly ask.

He stares at you for what seems like forever, his expression unreadable as he searches your face. After a bit longer, he just says, “Okay.”

You gather up the rest of the candy before taking a seat on the floor right next to him, brushing your shoulder against his. Pulling out your phone, you open the Netflix app and start to play Twilight.

You pretend you don’t feel him trembling, and you tell yourself he’s crying because he knows Bella will eventually choose Edward over Jacob. The two of you watch in complete silence; he doesn’t explain, and you don’t ask.

Instead, you push your hood off so you don’t poke him in the face with your triangle antenna and lean your head against his shoulder. Then, you lace your fingers through his and hold his hand without a word.

A hot dog and Tinky Winky the purple Teletubby watching Twilight, who would’ve thought?

ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2022 sun’s up too soon like daylight savings, mixed emotions are congregating

“I hate you, Lee Donghyuck.”

He doesn’t say anything to that.

CHRISTMAS 2021 outlines on bedsides, give me a second to forget i ever really meant it

It happened on the last day of work before Christmas break.

You gawk at the opened box in your hands, a pair of fluffy white angora gloves wrapped in fancy wrapping paper staring back up at you. Even though there’s no receipt included, you already know that these gloves cost more than three month’s worth of rent for your apartment.

“Did you steal these? Is that why you’re giving them to me? So you can frame me for your crime?” you ask suspiciously.

“Please,” he rolls his eyes, “as if I’d let you take the credit for any one of my crimes.”

You carefully take the gloves out before tossing the box at him. Catching it deftly and handing it back to you, he pretends to wipe away a tear dramatically.

“I went through the trouble of remembering how your gloves were ripped during the ski trip, so I meticulously picked these out for you,” he whines. “And I can’t believe you’re now questioning my goodwill.”

That makes you pause.

Is he talking about those cheap gloves that you used only once for that disastrous ski trip and then threw out immediately afterwards? The gloves that you haven’t thought about once since then? The gloves that you had to rack your brain to recall when he started talking about them just moments before? You can’t believe he remembered something so random.

Why did he remember?

It’s a question that haunts you on the entire plane ride back to your hometown and follows you throughout all of your family dinners and even when you’re lying awake on your cramped childhood bed.

It’s a question that both baffles and angers you at the same time. You wish he didn’t remember, and you wish he never gave you those gloves in the first place. The company is always generous to their employees around the holidays, and you know that this isn’t anything special, but it makes you feel special. It makes you want to be special. To him.

He is just a pretty boy. A pretty boy that likes indie bands and wears rings on his fingers and metal-rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose. A pretty boy that likes League of Legends and Studio Ghibli and Twilight and that one Hallmark movie you once caught him watching in the break room. A pretty boy that drinks black coffee. A pretty boy that drives a red Ferrari. A pretty boy that gave you a ride in that red Ferrari when it was raining. A pretty boy that looked for you for an hour during a snowstorm. A pretty boy that dressed as a hot dog for Halloween. A pretty boy that gave you expensive gloves because he remembered.

When did he go from Pretty Boy to Donghyuck?

But he can’t be Donghyuck. He can’t just be Donghyuck to you. Because that would be too real, too unrestrained. Because Donghyuck makes Karina laugh, so he can’t make you laugh. There needs to be decorum, after all. If he’s just Donghyuck, then what happens after?

That’s right. He can’t be Donghyuck. From now on, you won’t say his name. You’ll only know him as He Who Shall Not Be Named.

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It happens when your mom tells you to take the casserole out of the fridge.

You see it, that traitorous pack of hot dog sausages.

You think back to Halloween, and then―

Oh my God, I like him.

“What the fuck,” you groan loudly.

That gets you a couple of gasps from your elderly relatives and an asswhooping from your mom.

ONE DAY AFTER ST. PATRICK’S DAY 2022 ― PRESENT fast times and fast nights, no time for rewrites

For the record, Donghyuck was not looking at Karina.

And if you’d stop avoiding him like the plague, he would be able to explain that to you.

He honestly applauds your ability to ignore the elephant in the room, considering that his cubicle is right next to yours. You’ve continuously managed to give yourself more work or conveniently slip away to the bathroom during any moment of down time. His patience is honestly starting to grow thin, but you wouldn’t be you if you didn’t wear it down to the wire.

Donghyuck finally manages to hunt you down in the same hallway where you threw up on his shoes. It’s hilariously ironic, and he would normally make a joke about it, but he’s in a bit of a time crunch. You look like a spooked cat, preparing to dart away the moment there’s an opening.

“Surely, someone as smart as you is aware that you can’t just avoid me forever.” He tilts his head.

“Well, if you move, we can find out if I can or not,” you reply, refusing to look at him and trying to walk past him.

“How’s your hangover?” he asks cheerfully, stepping to the side and blocking your way.

“Awful.”

“Do you remember what happened last night?”

“No,” you say instantly. You’re such a terrible liar.

“You said you hated me,” he starts softly. He isn’t sure why he’s saying this. This isn’t what he wanted to talk about first. The order is getting jumbled in his head. “Do you?”

You suck in a wobbly breath. “No.”

It doesn’t hit him until after your answer how deathly afraid he was of you hating him. He has grown so desensitized to the word “hate,” yet it’s only when it comes to the person he cares about the most that the gravity of that word becomes so apparent.

“I like you, Y/N.”

This isn’t exactly the grand declaration of love that he was imagining; he was thinking more along the lines of The Notebook or any romcom from the early to mid-2000s, but it felt like the right time to just say it now.

Your reaction isn’t exactly what he had in mind either.

You’re gawking at him like he just grew another head. He isn’t sure why you’re so surprised; he hasn’t exactly been subtle about his crush on you.

“No, you don’t,” you say in an accusatory tone. Leave it up to you to even argue with him on his own feelings.

Now it’s his turn to gawk. “What?”

“You don’t like me,” you state firmly, but it sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. “How could you like me?”

Donghyuck raises an eyebrow, and he starts listing off reasons with his fingers. “I start a fight with you every morning because I want to have an excuse to talk to you, I bring you coffee everyday, I drove you to my client’s office in the middle of a storm so you could take back said client, I nearly shat my pants when they said you were missing at the ski resort and also bought you hot chocolate and a huge bag of marshmallows for New Years, and you were the only one I gave a Christmas present to last year.”

“You bought the hot chocolate and marshmallows?” You blink in surprise.

“Is that all you got from what I just said?”

“But Karina―”

Oh, right. He wanted to say this first.

“I wasn’t looking at Karina,” Donghyuck finally confesses, “I was looking at you. It’s always been you.”

That’s right, it’s only ever been you.

The stupid green “Kiss me, I’m Irish” shirt. Your smeared lip gloss that he wanted to kiss right off. The sparkly stickers all over your cheeks that made you look absolutely adorable. The way you buried your face into his shirt. How you fit right into his arms. Even when you threw up all over his favorite pair of shoes, there was no place Donghyuck would rather be.

Do you think I’m pretty? you had asked him.

Yes, you’re pretty. You’re so pretty that he feels like his heart will stop every time he lays his eyes on you. You’re so pretty that he can’t even think about the seasons without thinking about you and how you’re so much more beautiful than autumn, winter, spring and summer and anything in between. There’s never been a moment when you weren’t stunningly, breathtakingly, and heart-stoppingly pretty in his eyes.

“But―But that doesn’t make any sense,” you sputter, “You can’t like me!”

“Why not?”

“Because you just can’t.”

“Do you like me?”

“Yes―no! Regardless, you can’t just suddenly decide you like me―” you begin to explain.

“I’ve always liked you,” he points out.

“We’ve spent four years hating each other, and now all of sudden, we like each other? It’s too abrupt―”

“Y/N.” Donghyuck reaches over and grasps your wrist, his warm fingers against your even warmer skin as his thumb traces circles against the back of your hand. “Will you go out with me?”

When he looks at you, you have the same expression on your face as when he first met you and caught you staring at his Twilight poster. Your eyes dart around nervously, your pulse pounding against his fingertips, and he knows he has his answer.

“Okay,” you breathe.

He sighs, coiling an arm around your waist and pulling your body flush against his. Leaning his forehead against yours, he whispers, “Now was that so fucking hard?”

He kisses you, and you taste like everything he’s ever dreamed of and more.

[rcsejunie]

just us; lee haechan [social media au]

paring—haechan x fem!oc

genre—social media au, angst, enemies to lovers, idol!haechan, singersongwriter!oc

summary—they used to be different, the singer and the idol. donghyuck used to walk daehyun home after school. they used to share the same tangled earphones on the way to their favorite bookstore. the sang, they danced, they laughed. keyword, used to.

warnings—fictionalized version of haechan and other nct members, swearing, includes scenes of panic attacks and other forms of anxiety attacks.

This piece will live in the same universe as Mark's Mistaken Fate fic! They will relate with one another and reference one another in some parts. Mark's fic will be released after this one.

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[🎵] i blame on you - taeyeon | ending credits - taeyeon | stop making this hurt - bleachers | treacherous - taylor swift | light on - maggie roggers | soft spot - claud | i bet on losing dogs - mitski | pancakes for dinner - lizzy macalpine | hate everything - gsoul | contrasting colors - speak low |

PARTS. one | other parts coming soon…

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[ note! this is a story that i expanded from a really short fic i wrote about haechan called bathroom comfort! ]

other smau – Jaemin; Afar | Jisung; Cross The Line | Mark; Mistaken Fate.

[justalonelybitch]

Hey! Can you write a girls generation reaction to their SO having abs and them wanting to touch them?

I hope you like it!

SNSD x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Suggestive

Warnings: Suggestive, Implied Nudity, Jealousy, Possessiveness

Word Count: 2.57k

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Taeyeon

Taeyeon’s eyes fluttered, squinting at the harsh beam of light shining through the gap in the curtain. Groaning, she rolled over, turning her back to the glaring sun, her gaze landing on your splayed out figure. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she brought her hand up to caress your cheek, you leaned into her touch unconsciously.

Letting her hands wander down your sides, her gaze briefly flickered to the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt had risen up. A light smirk graced her lips at the sight of your toned abs, trailed her fingertips along them. As you began to stir, Taeyeon pressed a series of kisses to your lips, effectively pulling you from your slumber.

“Morning,” you mumbled sleepily, voice raspy. “Have you been working out?” She asked, eyes glued to your stomach. Looking down to where her hands traced nonsensical patterns on your skin, you raised a brow. “You like?” You asked teasingly, with a smug expression on your face. “Mhm,” Taeyeon hummed, leaning in to kiss you once more, only this time it was more passionate.

Her hands didn’t stray from your abs, fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Deepening the kiss, Taeyeon bit down on your lip, earning a groan from you. Her tongue darted out, swiping across your swollen lips. Impatiently, she pushed her tongue past your lips, hands squeezing your hips.

Pulling back, she smirked in satisfaction when you opened your eyes, pupils dilated and cheeks flushed. Lifting herself up from the bed, Taeyeon got to her feet, leaving you hanging. She swayed her hips tauntingly as she walked to the bathroom, looking over her shoulder to see you pouting. “You’re such a tease,” you whined as she closed the door behind her.

Sunny

Soonkyu let her gaze wander from the tv, landing on your figure. She watched you for a while, hint of a smile on her lips, you were too stuck in your own world to notice. Her eyes shone with adoration, picking herself up from the couch, shuffling towards the kitchen. She leaned against the counter, waiting for you to become aware of her presence.

Humming any tune that popped into your head, you carefully manoeuvred yourself around the kitchen. Furrowing your brows in though, you looked at your dish, wondering what it was that was missing. “Ah huh!” You clapped your hands, reaching up to the cupboard for your final ingredient.

Soonkyu followed your movement with her eyes, barely able to hold back a chuckle of amusement at your behaviour. As you stood on your tippy toes, arms held high above your head in hopes of reaching the ingredient, your girlfriend's gaze dropped to where your shirt had rode up. Her eyes widening in surprise for a moment before she composed herself, quietly walking up behind you.

You jumped in shock when you felt a body press up against your own, Soonkyu’s hand reaching up to grab your missing ingredient. She set it down on the counter in front of you, her strong arms wrapping firmly around your torso. She rested her chin on your shoulder, only slightly taller than you. Her hands caressing your toned stomach, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck.

“Soonkyu I can’t finish our dinner if I’m trapped in your arms,” you said. Although, your actions betrayed your words, as you leaned back into her touch, sighing contentedly. She hummed in response, smiling when you occasionally giggled at the feeling of her fingertips tickling your stomach.

Tiffany

When Miyoung woke up a frown was etched on her face as soon as she noticed your absence. Rather than waking up with you in her arms, she was forced to wait patiently for you to finish showering. She busied herself with social media, aimlessly scrolling past dozens of things she deemed uninteresting. She lifted her gaze from her phone at the sound of the bathroom door opening, smiling once you came into view. 

“Oh, you’re awake,” you acknowledged her, heading over to your closet. Humming, Miyoung dropped her phone, giving you her full focus. “What time did you get up?” She inquired, eyes locked on your figure, anticipating the moment you’d come back to bed. “An hour ago,” you answered, finally having decided on a comfortable outfit to wear.

Letting your robe drop to the floor, the instant you did a loud squeal sounded from behind you. Turning around to face your girlfriend with an amused smirk you raised an eyebrow at her. “Yah, since when do you have abs?!” Miyoung shouted, looking at you with wide eyes. Her bold words made blood rush to your cheeks, shyly rushing to put your clothes on. Once you were dressed your girlfriend held her arms out to you expectantly.

“Jagiya!” She whined, making grabby motions with her hands, only further embarrassing you. You hesitantly made your way to the bed, instantly being pulled down next to Miyoung the moment you were in reach. Wrapping her arms around your waist, hands finding their way under your shirt, she let her fingers glide across your torso.

Her strange actions made you hide your head in the crook of her neck, but you didn’t stop her. Miyoung smiled widely at your cuteness, her eyes crinkling as she did, hands still lingering on your stomach. “I like them,” she said decidedly, poking at your abs. You squirmed in her hold, melodious laughter falling from her lips as she began to tickle you mercilessly.

Hyoyeon

The two of you dance perfectly in sync with one another, the chemistry between you was undeniable. Not missing a beat, you and Hyoyeon performed the choreography full out, it was only when the music came to a stop that the two of you collapsed on the floor. Huffing and panting, you lay there for a while, waiting until you caught your breath to rise from the ground.

Hyoyeon watched you in the reflection of the large mirrors as you willed yourself to stand. Pulling your hoodie over your head, you were left in a crop top, the heat becoming too much to bear. Your complaints about the temperature fell deaf in her ears as she stared at you, hypnotised by your figure.

Blinking rapidly, Hyoyeon pulled herself from her daze, thanking you as you handed her a cold bottle of water. She found her gaze wandering back to your exposed abs not even a minute later, tongue darting out to wet her lips at the light. “You're not even listening to me!” Your whine echoed around the practice room.

“Sorry baby, what were you saying?” She asked, scooting closer to you, hands smoothly coming to wrap around your waist. “Why are you so distracted?” You asked curiously, leaning into her touch happily. Humming, Hyoyeon looked at you in faux confusion, eyebrows threaded together.“You’ve been zoning out a lot lately, are you getting sick?” You asked worriedly, frown etched on your features. “I’m fine,” Hyoyeon assured you, absentmindedly running her hands across your torso. 

Narrowing your eyes at her in suspicion, you were still completely unaware of the reasoning behind her unusual behaviour. To her luck, Hyoyeon acting oddly made you cut practice short for the day, dragging her back to your home. A smirk eased its way onto her face as she imagined all the possibilities of what she would do once you were in the confines of your shared home.

Yuri

Yuri busied herself with finding an assortment of snacks for movie night while waiting for the popcorn. Carrying everything over to the couch, she giggled at the sight of you splayed out, remote in hand as you searched for something decent to watch. Hearing the familiar angry beep of the microwave, she scurried off to get the fresh popcorn.

Rushing back into the lounge, Yuri set the food down on the coffee table, looking at the TV curiously. “Did you choose something?” She asked you, turning her full attention to you. You only hummed in response, opening your arms wide, impatiently waiting for your much needed cuddles after a long day at work.

Smiling brightly, Yuri edged closer to you, only to halt in her step last minute. Her gaze dropped to your exposed midriff, something she’d failed to notice earlier in her focused state. “What’s wrong?” You asked, whining, desperate to have your girlfriend in your arms. “Nothing,” she quickly composed herself, letting her body practically fall on top of yours.

Humming contentedly, you forgot all thoughts the moment Yuri embraced you, not paying mind to the fingertips that skimmed over your toned stomach. Pressing play on the movie, you wrapped your arms around your girlfriend, finally getting a chance to relax with the one you loved. Taking one final glance at her, you felt the corners of your lips tug upwards before you returned your attention to the film.

Yuri found herself barely being able to focus on the movie you’d chosen, mind wandering elsewhere. “I missed this,” she heard you mumble over the movie, your muscles relaxing as she massaged your sides diligently. “I missed you,” she responded, both of you having not seen each other much lately due to your busy schedules. Looking up to your face, she smiled at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut, fighting off your exhaustion. “Sleep, love,” your girlfriend whispered to you, drawing nonsensical patterns on your hips to ease you into a slumber.

Sooyoung

The two of you ran side by side, chests heaving as you pushed yourselves for the final stretch. Picking up the pace slightly, you forced yourself to pull ahead of Sooyoung. But she wasn’t having any of that, increasing her pace to match your own, racing you all the way home. By the time you were rounding the corner, both of you had broken into a full on sprint. 

Practically crashing into the door of your home, you both turned to each other immediately. “I won!” You breathlessly shouted in unison, panting heavily. “H-How could you have won?! I mean- Look at the size of your legs,” Sooyoung managed to get out, using her height as an advantage. “So what? Short people are speedy!” You huffed, glaring up at her.

Unable to hold it together any longer, the two of you broke out in a fit of laughter, still not having caught your breaths. After managing to compose yourselves, you entered your home, stretching your muscles. One particular stretch had you lifting your arms above your head, shirt riding up as you did. Sooyoung felt her breath hitch as she caught sight of your toned abs, shining with sweat.

“Come on, let’s shower,” Sooyoung spoke calmly, eyes still glued to your stomach. Humming in response you followed after your girlfriend mindlessly, stopping off your clothes as you hopped in the shower. Closing the door behind you, she admired you from behind for a moment, letting her gaze wander as the water ran down your body. Taking a step forward, she snaked her arms around you possessively, letting her chin rest on your shoulder.

Inhaling the scent of your shampoo, Sooyoung pressed several lingering kisses trailing from your shoulder to your neck. You tilted your head back, giving her full access to your neck, gentle kisses turning to light nips. Her fingers skimming across the skin of your stomach, not even attempting to hide her intentions. Your girlfriend smirked at every reaction she got out of you, a smug expression plastered on her face for the rest of the evening.

Yoona

Yoona tapped her foot on the wooden floor impatiently, waiting for you to finish getting ready. “Babeee, are you almost done?” She called out from the living room couch, looking towards the closed bedroom door in wonder. Her brows furrowed when she received no verbal response from you, biting her lip in contemplation, unsure of whether she should check on you or leave you be.

“Screw it,” she said to no one in particular, jumping up off the comfortable sofa. Yoona marched towards your shared room with a purpose, carelessly opening the door without knocking. “Y/n?” She called out in confusion upon not seeing you in the room, tilting her head cutely. “In here!” You shouted back, voice coming from your walk in closet.

“What’s taking so long?” Yoona whined, peeking her head in, eyes widening when she laid her eyes on you. You stood in the closet in only pants and a bra, clearly looking for a shirt to wear. “Sorry, I just can’t find the-” you were cut off when your girlfriend came bounding towards you, crashing into your side.

“Hey,” she smiled innocently at you, patting your stomach while giggling to herself. “Help me find my shirt?” You asked Yoona, raising your brow. “You’re fine how you are,” your girlfriend responded simply, poking at your exposed abs. “Yah,” you lightly hit her arm, shaking your head at her. When you laughed, your stomach tensed beneath her fingers, a faint smile gracing her lips at the feeling.

“You weren’t joking were you?” You asked in disbelief, amused by the way she was acting. She shook her head as if it was obvious, hands glued to your torso, enamoured by your abs. “We can’t go on our date if I’m dressed like this,” you attempted to reason with your girlfriend. Key word; attempted. “Why not?” Yoona asked, pouting, giving you her best puppy eyes.

Seohyun

Joohyun’s gaze lingered on you the entire night, always seemingly able to find your face in a crowd of a hundred people. The two of you were attending a friends party together, but it wasn’t long before you lost each other, being pulled off by different people you knew. Right now, she was exchanging pleasantries with an acquaintance, although she wasn’t really paying that much attention to whatever it was they were saying.

Instead, she looked over their shoulder, eyes locked on you from across the room. You were engaging in a friendly conversation with someone unfamiliar to Joohyun. That fact alone was enough to put a scowl on her face, eyes narrowed at the stranger that was getting a little too comfortable with you. She didn’t even know this person, and yet she already knew she didn’t like them at all.

She watched as they got closer and closer to you throughout the conversation, making her uneasy. As you raised your hand to usher over a worker with a tray of champagne, your blouse rose up, Joohyun’s eyes catching sight of your toned abs. Much to her disliking the stranger also seemed to have noticed this, their tongue darting out to lick their lips at the sight.

Turning back to the person in front of her, Joohyun sent them a faux smile, excusing herself. She manoeuvred her way through the crowd of people, reaching you in record breaking time. “Hey baby,” she said a little louder than usual, wanting to make sure she was heard. Her arms snaked around your waist possessively, looking at the stranger with raised eyebrows, as if taunting them. 

“I’ll leave you to it,” they mumbled, taking the hint. You didn’t seem to care, turning your full attention to your girlfriend. Her fingertips grazed your exposed skin, smirking to herself in victory. “Wanna get outta here?” She asked, nodding her head towards the exit. “Sounds good to me,” you smiled, leaning back into her touch.

[incorrect-kpop-ggs]

Taeyeon, walking into the bathroom: Hey, have you seen my can of whipped cream?

Sooyoung, halfway through shaving her legs: Your what now.

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lipstick

exo 10th member au

the girls from snsd helping somi on her first award cerimony 

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If someone asked Somi what was the worse thing about debuting, she would always answer the same thing: leave anonymity to be an open book, that people knew everything. She often found herself thinking if she'd ever get used to that exaggerated attention because all the boys seemed to find it normal.

Maybe because they didn't have the feeling of hiding every time someone called their names or every time one of the seniors got closer, because that was exactly how Somi felt. Normal things like drinking water was a challenge for her with all those cameras turning at her with any small movement she made, and at the MAMA awards that wouldn't be different.

Sighing with her thoughts, Suho looked at her and got closer, trying to talk over the loud sound in the arena. Fans were trying to get their artists' attention as they were in a quick commercial break.

"What's wrong?" he asked and leaned over so she could reply.

"I'm bored... and worried." she answered in the same tone.

Giggling at her, he caressed her back, trying to motivate her a bit. It didn't take fans too long to noticed and start to scream for them and not all of what Somi could hear were good things.

"I'm going to the bathroom." she said, getting up and placing the blanket that was on her tights on her chair.

"Our category is the next one. Be quick." he warned her.

Not that that made any difference, after all, they were competing for the 'boys' category, and according to the organization, she was not allowed to receive the awards with them because 'she was not a boy'.

Just nodding, Somi followed her way to the bathroom waving at a few fans that were holding some posters of her. It was good to see that some people still liked her even with half of the country rejecting her.

"Somi-yah!" she heard someone calling her. When she turned around, she saw her manager running in her direction. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom?" Somi said, stopping halfway. "I told Junmyeon I was coming."

"He's your member, not your manager." the man harshly answered her. "I'll wait for you here. Go before I change my mind."

Humming, Somi walked back to the bathroom, bowing at some people in the way.

"Unnie!" she heard someone saying from the door. "You're the only one looking pretty. Let's take another one."

When she got in the place, she recognised that voice. 

Seohyun, Yoona and Jessica were leaning on the sink, taking some pictures. Sooyoung, Hyeyon, Sunny and Tiffany were fixing their makeup and Yuri, Hannah and Taeyeon were talking about something on their dresses. They all turned their attention to Somi, making the girl blush.

Unlike her, they were all really fancy. With their hair down, their dresses shining and high heels, they made Somi look even more lost with her black dress and sneakers.

"Somi!" Sunny was the first one to react, going next to her to hug her. "You're looking so pretty."

Bowing at them, Somi tried hiding her red cheeks with her hand.

"T-Thank you, sunbaenim." she said.

"I loved your outfit!" Jessica suddenly said, turning at Somi. "I loved the whole concept of dress and sneakers."

"I love the whole Avril Lagvine thingy they’re doing with you!" Hannah agreed with Jessica. "I wish I could look this good."

"Guys, I think you’re scaring her." Taeyong giggled and got next to Somi. "How are you? Are you nervous?" 

"We saw you rehearsing earlier. It was sooo cool." Hyeyon told her.

"Thank you!" Somi answered, bowing again. "But yeah, I'm a bit nervous. It’s my first award ceremony."

"Oh, don't be." Yuri pouted and walking around Somi, hugging her. "We'll be screaming and cheering for you. We swear."

"Why don't we take a picture?" Yoona suggested.

"Sure. Somi-ssi, do you want some lipstick?" Tiffany said, pointing her lipstick at the girl, who slightly flinched.

Somi looked at her reflection and, compared to the other girls, she almost had no makeup and her gloss had already faded away. But, if the makeup artist didn't use a stronger lipstick, it might have a reason... or at least Somi thought.

"I don't think they'll like it..." Somi mumbled and looked down. The girls didn't even have to ask her who she was talking about.

"Your managers can't be mad at you because of a lipstick." Taeyeon said, trying to comfort her.

"If they say anything for you, you can tell me and I'll tell Sooman myself." Sunny said, making a grumpy face.

"Please, please, please!" Tiffany begged Somi. "This colour will look so good on you, I promise."

Somi made a quick examination of all the ways she could say 'no' to her sunbaenims, but none of them was polite enough and her manager was just around the corner, which made her remember she didn't have much time.

Looking at the girls, she smiled and nodded, making them jump and praise Somi's decision. Tiffany instructed Somi as she was applying her red lipstick, making sure to make it perfect.

"Now, throw your hair a bit to the side..." Jessica said, doing it for Somi. Seeing the result, she clapped. "Oh my God, you're so pretty."

"Gather around, girls!" Seohyun told them, around holding her phone in the selfie mode.

They got divided between staying behind Somi, next to her and crouching so that all of them could appear on the frame. Counting to three together, they smiled and made finger hearts to the camera. Once Seohyun pressed the button, taking a sequence of pictures, Somi decided it was time to go. 

Waving a quick goodbye and thanking them, Somi got out of the bathroom, finding her manager looking at her with a not so happy face and crossed arms. 

"I thought you'd stay there all night long." he cursed when she was closer. "We have to go, the show is already on again." 

Running after him, trying to keep her hair and dress in place, she got back in the artist zone buffing. When the boys saw her, they let out a sigh together. 

"Why did you take so long?" Suho complained. "We were starting to think something happened." 

"Sorry!" she whistled as she sat back. Now, Tao was sitting next to her. 

"Did you do something different today?" he asked after looking at her. 

Somi arched her lips down and shook her head. 

"No, nothing." she answered. 

"Hm..." he observed her. "You're looking pretty." 

"Thanks!" she said, elbowing him and trying to hide someone had noticed her change. "You're good too." 

From over his shoulder, she saw the girls getting on their places. Hannah looked at her and winked, showing her a thumbs up. Somi giggled and shook her head, turning her attention back to the ceremony and pretending nothing happened.