#these come from seulgis vlog

[reiiofsunn]

seulgi in tokyo polaroids🗼

[ggidolsmuts]

Haul-lelujah - Red Velvet Seulgi

"Seulgi, what's all this?" you ask, carrying some groceries into her kitchen—you were going to cook her a meal to celebrate her upcoming solo debut.

"Oh hey oppa! I went shopping! Just taking a video of my haul for a vlog."

"Oh, cool, have fun."

"Wait, don't you want to join in?"

"Aren't you just filming the clothes? Why would I be in the shot? Not like I can fit in them."

"Noooo help me film it. Since you're here, I can model them and you can film me wearing them!"

"I have to cook though."

"You can cook later! Please?" Seulgi's too cute to say no to, so you agree and take a seat on the bed, grabbing her phone to start recording. "Be right back!"

Shortly after Seulgi emerges from the bathroom in a sleek black pullover and sweatpants, the white colored wristband and socks contrasting well with the overall all-black outfit.

"Not bad," you say, impressed at the fit. "Oops, do I have to be quiet?"

"No no, it's okay, I'll voiceover it later." Seulgi disappears into the bathroom again. She reappears with an all-grey set this time.

"Mmm, I like the black one more."

"Really? Hmm okay, this one is pretty comfortable too. Let me try on a few more." In the bathroom Seulgi spied the few more pieces of outerwear she bought, and her eyes wandered to the more revealing workout wear she got as well.

She only planned to film the outerwear for her haul video, but she didn't think she'd be posing and showing off for you too. And now that you were here, all the stress from preparing for her solo debut has come back in full force—or rather, her need for relief. Biting her lower lip she chooses her next outfit…

"How about this one? What do you think?" Seulgi smiles at the reaction you try to hide—your eyes open wide for a brief moment, flashing to her instead of making sure she's centered on the phone screen. You shake a little, but the phone's built-in stabilizer makes it unnoticeable. Seulgi's wearing a hot pink sports bra, and her leggings might as well have been painted onto her body with how form-fitting they are, highlighting the lines of her hips and legs.

"It's nice, looks good," you manage to say, your mouth suddenly dry.

"That's it? What do you really think?" She turns around, giving you a 360 degree view of her body.

"Umm, I like it more than the sweatshirt and sweatpants?" you say honestly, but obviously not telling her the whole truth.

"Pfft, fine, be right back." Seulgi goes back to the bathroom, undressing one more time before putting on one more set, in the colors she knew you liked. She exits again in an even more stunning black sports bra and loose black sweatpants, complete with a windbreaker. She teases you, shrugging the windbreaker off a shoulder.

"Well?"

"It's umm, I think, it's umm—" you struggle to come up with words.

"No no oppa, don't tell me what you think, tell me what you want to think." She lowers her hand to your crotch as she kisses your cheek. "But tell me later, one more outfit, keep that camera raised."

"Fuck Seul you're killing me." Seulgi returns to the bathroom, blushing in the mirror as her hand almost moves on its own between her legs. Wait, just wait! she tells herself. Subconciously she brushes a hand over her breast—she'll need to edit the video later, Seulgi's so stiff she's surprised her nipples aren't poking a hole through the sports bra. She takes a deep breath and scoops her final outfit into her arms.

Here we go.

Seulgi comes out holding the pieces of her last outfit, and you're sure the camera's shaking as she rids herself of the windbreaker.

"What's up? Are we done?"

And then she takes off her bra in front of you.

"Seulgi!"

"What? It's not anything you haven't seen before," she says like it's the most casual thing in the world. Internally she hopes you don't notice her slight shiver, stripping herself so brazenly for you. Seulgi turns her back to you, pushing her sweatpants down and bending over at the waist for you. She's glad she isn't able to see you behind her—she would not be able to stop herself from jumping you, nor would she be able to stop you from pouncing on her, not from the way she can feel your burning gaze on her ass.

"Y-Yeah, but aren't you filming this for your vlog?" you ask, somehow aware enough to keep filming a topless Seulgi turning into a bottomless Seulgi, with only a simple pair of black panties keeping her from becoming naked Seulgi.

The two of you are barely holding yourselves together as Seulgi pulls on an even more seductive set of leggings, the white hem emphasizing where her midriff ends and her hips begin, and boy do they begin. You pray the camera doesn't catch the whimper of disappointment you let out as she slips into the white sports bra. A thin, see-through, almost pointless windbreaker completes the outfit, although it won't be for long—not if the two of you have anything to say about it.

As Seulgi walks up to you, filling the camera, your eyes follow the route her hand takes, up her curvy thighs, tracing a sinuous line over her hips, stopping at her breasts. Her hand pauses, and tantalizingly she cups a breast for the briefest of seconds, showing just how nicely she filled out the bra. Her fingers drift to her cleavage, drawing a line up between her modest peaks and to her neck, stopping at her ruby lips. Her face is almost as red as her lips—she can't believe she just put on a show for you, and she's pretty sure her other pair of lips is red too—red, swollen, wet, and ready to be parted.

"What do you think," Seulgi asks in a low voice.

"It's a hot look, you look good in it, well you look good in anything—"

"Tell me what you want to think," Seulgi shushes your rambling, grabbing the phone in your hand and stopping the recording. Camera off, she's no longer Seulgi the idol, she's yours. You wrap an arm around her toned midriff, pulling her into your lap.

"What I want to think? I think it's fucking hot, I think I want to rip your outfit off. No, I want to rip your top off, then I'm going to peel your leggings off inch by inch, kissing my way down your legs. Then I'm going to take those panties, stuff it in your mouth, and eat you out until you drown me and I die from your thighs crushed around me. Then I revive and fuck you until you can't stand… and that's when I bend you over and fuck you until I can't stand." your hot breath on her neck sends a shiver down her spine, straight to the growing wetness between her legs.

"Fuck, and then?" Seulgi's pupils are dilated, her chest already heaving at the thought of everything you said. Her hands are already on her sports bra, tugging it, yearning for you to tear it off.

"Save the best for last, you ride me until both of us can't move, then maybe we order dinner, because I won't be able to cook."

"That is the best part, I like dinner." You lean in to kiss her, both of you laughing, then moaning softly as your hardness pokes against her wetness, even through the layers of fabric. Seulgi slips off the thin windbreaker, wrapping her arms around your neck.

"What are you waiting for then? I don't want you to think, I want you to do." If that's what Seulgi wants, that's what Seulgi gets, and you press her into the bed, attacking her neck as your hands tear at her sports bra. She manages to slip one arm, then the other out, and you hurriedly tug it off her head before flinging it away. The rash action makes Seulgi's perfect hair messy, and it looks even better on her.

"Fuck, so fucking hot." You mouth the words into her neck, feeling Seulgi moan, her fingers curling and uncurling uselessly while you hold her down by the wrists. Not for long though, as you move your hands down to her toned tummy, rubbing her smooth skin, before bringing it to her chest.

"So hard," you hiss, before making Seulgi cry out when you take a stiff nub in between your lips, sucking not too gently. Your fingers service the other nipple, tugging it firmly before rubbing her gently—half pain, half pleasure, and Seulgi is all wet.

She's already burning up, the tight leggings making her aware of just how aroused she was—she is suddenly conscious of every rub of her panties against her pussy, giving her small jolts of pleasure as you have your way with her. Seulgi moans loudly as you knee brushes between her legs, and she's embarrassed by how she bucks against your thigh, hungry for the friction you could give her. At this rate she might even cum before you get her panties off! She couldn't wait to have you devour her.

But you could wait. After adoring her breasts further, until she's already a limp puddle on the bed, you kiss your way down Seulgi's toned midriff, to the hem of her leggings.

"Take it off, please!" Seulgi's hands are in your hair, gently pushing you downwards. Just gently though—Seulgi isn’t needy enough yet, so you stay where you are. Kissing across the edge of her leggings, you hear both her giggle when you hit a ticklish spot, and her moan of frustration when you stamp your lips on a sensitive spot.

Her tummy twitches as you plant your kisses, and you swear you can hear the contractions, the squelches of her pussy just waiting to be fucked. Finally you start rolling her leggings down, earning a piteous whimper from her when you stop after just a little bit. No, keep going! Seulgi screams internally, biting the sheets as you kiss the newly exposed flesh.

You leave little love bites along her hip line, marking her where no one else would be able to see it, but unequivocally reminding Seulgi you are the only one who could do this to her. She would think of you every time she was naked, the only one who could make her a burning waterfall inside. You kiss across the top of her panties, and she's squirming underneath you, not so subtly bucking her hips up, praying you'd brush against her.

Her scent, her desire, it fills your nostrils as you bite and tug on her panties before letting it go. Seulgi's hands push you down more insistently, begging you to pull her panties down, so you roll the leggings down further instead. You look up at Seulgi, her face red with need, and keeping your eyes trained on her, you lean in towards her soaked panties… and swerve to kiss her thighs.

"Fuck babe!" Seulgi curses in pleasure, her thighs trembling when s on them, kissing and then blowing hot air over her skin. Goosebumps appear on Seulgi's skin, and you run your hands over her, sneaking them under her ass and grabbing her cheeks. She gasps and her hips lift off the bed again, offering her pussy to your mouth, if you would just eat her already. But you let her drop back to the bed, her legs straining against the tight leggings, wanting nothing more than to spread herself as open as possible.

You give her what she wants, pulling the rest of her leggings off, and Seulgi almost kicks you as she rushes to get them off. Her eyes are burning at you, too far gone to even be sorry about almost giving you a bloody nose. Yet you weren't done.

"O-oppa please, I'm so close!" You lift a leg, and Seulgi let's out something between a scream and a moan when your hot mouth teasingly sucks a toe. Your hands admire and knead her calves, while you linger slavishly on her foot—you suck a big toe, kiss the top, and then the bottom of her feet. You then move up her ankle, resting her leg on your shoulder as you slide alongside it, kissing up her calf and showing love to every part of her.

Seulgi loved and hated this part of you—you wouldn't just give her what she wants, eventually. No, you would give her what she didn't even know she wanted, like you worshipping and salivating over her entire body, and it's driving her mad with lust. When your lips reach her knee she takes her opportunity, hooking her leg over your shoulder and pulling you towards her. You end up face first between her legs, pressed against her ruined panties.

And it rapidly gets warmer, and wetter.

Seulgi has been desperately holding on, trying not to peak from your foreplay. Even as you kissed up her leg she was beginning to lose control, and when you fall forward, Seulgi's so turned on that your brush against her clit causes her to fall off the cliff.

"Oh god, nnngh oppa…" You feel and hear Seulgi squirt, her panties acting as a faceshield for the gush of juice exiting her. Spurts of it escape from the sides, splashing on your face and neck. You stay pressed on her pussy, eating her out through her panties, her leg on your back shaking as the intense orgasm blows through her and drains onto your face.

The ceiling seems to be spinning when Seulgi opens her eyes again, and she lifts a tired arm, closing her eyes and hoping that the room will stop rotating around her. Her entire body is buzzing, and you have to tap her a few times before she pulls her arm away.

"You okay?" you ask her, and Seulgi nods, not trusting herself to speak.

"Good, open." Her mouth hangs open, and immediately you stuff her mouth with the ruined panties. When did he take them off? Seulgi bites down on them as you move back down her body, and she's surprised by how wet and heavy the fabric is. Fuck I'm such a mess! She does not regret the gag though, as she screams loudly into it when you finally, finally, lick her pussy.

"Hnnnngh fuck!" Her thighs instantly close around your head, and her fingers alternate between gripping your hair and the bedsheets. Driven mad with ecstasy Seulgi pulls on your hair, directing you to wherever gives her the most pleasure, trying to fuck your face herself. You let her smear your face in her juices before taking control, kissing her labia and parting them with your tongue—you said you were going to eat her out, and you are going to eat her clean.

Your hands alternate between grabbing onto her thighs, holding them off to better hear Seulgi's cries; and grabbing her by the ass and lifting her hips up, to really dive into her, to have her buck into your mouth as you tongue her as deeply as possible. Your own noises and moans vibrate her delightfully, and when you aim up to lick and suck at her clit Seulgi breaks down.

Between the juice-soaked gag in her mouth and the sheer sensitivity of her body, Seulgi could taste the orgasm you give her, a guttural cry soaked up by her underwear, her drool mixing with the juice in it. Her body lifts off the bed and her head is buried in the pillow, an additional muffler to her screams. Her thighs snap tight around your head, jerking and twitching even as she drowns your face in slick. Seulgi's thighs help keep you glued to her spasming spewing slit, and you continue to eat her out, each orgasm blending into the next, until eventually you make good on eating her clean—she’s unable to squirt any more or any harder.

You wipe your mouth when the well finally runs dry, and Seulgi's thighs finally unstick from your head, legs sprawled out on the bed. You move up her trembling body, stripping yourself naked in short order. You take the gag out of her mouth, capturing her lips with ardor before whispering passionately in her ear.

"Your cum tastes so fucking sweet." You grab her legs, and Seulgi wraps them around your waist. A shiver goes through her body when she feels your hardness—as good as your tongue is, she wanted to be filled by something more substantial. You carry her to the nearest wall, pinning her against it as she lets one shaky leg down to the ground. Seulgi can barely stand at all, and her arms wrap around you tightly as you push into her. The other leg around your waist weakens, and you hook it by the knee, making her do a near split.

"Ahhh!" Her piercing wail is appropriate for how deep you penetrate her on your first full thrust, putting your weight into Seulgi and the wall. Her hands scratch your back, the room spinning again from how full you stuff her. It is almost uncomfortable, both the split of her legs and the expansion of her walls. Only you could make Seulgi flexible enough to do a split, and only you could make her stretch in more ways than one.

"Is this what you wanted? Giving me some lame excuse, wanting me to film your vlog, wearing those outfits and putting on a show for me? When all you wanted to wear was nothing, and all you wanted me to do is you?" you hiss. Seulgi gathers her strength, throwing her hips forward and driving herself deeper onto your cock.

"YES!" She's already cumming, sobbing into your neck as her toes curl in the air. Your whispers in her ear further her orgasm, even though at some point she's gone deaf in carnal bliss.

"I'm going to do just that, you'll never want to wear anything for me again, you'll spread your legs the moment you see me walk into the room." Seulgi moans at the thought, and it makes her clench a few more times around your shaft before her peak subsides. She starts to fall to the ground, but you support her with your hands, and she only sags part way down, her back curved at an angle against the wall.

It is enough to keep her steady, and you start pounding Seulgi into the wall, a breathless gasp and grunt escaping her with your every thrust, determined to nail her into the wall. The position is not necessarily great for her back, and no doubt she'll regret it tomorrow, but the pleasure forces her to focus on the present. And presently, Seulgi is loving the sight of your cock disappearing into her pussy, only to gasp at the sheer fullness of it a moment later. The fullness grows and throbs, and Seulgi manages to tear her eyes away from your cock and look you in the eyes.

"Give it to me…" she moans softly, and with a few more thrusts that threaten to fold Seulgi in half you unload your built up load. Seulgi bites her lower lip to hold back a cry, and her body does the deed for her, a small orgasm making her milk your shaft as she reacts to your warm seed filling her up, the sensation washing over her senses.

You stagger in the aftermath of your orgasm, your legs suddenly weak, your arms suddenly burning from holding Seulgi up for so long. You pull back to let her leg down, and when you unplug, a stream of white cum-slick mix leaks out of her and splatters on the ground below—it eventually slows to a trickle, crawling their way down Seulgi's inner thigh. She staggers as she lands on two feet, and you hug her close, making sure she doesn't stumble.

"You okay?" you mumble, a hand on her cheek to wipe the sweat and drool on her flawless face. Seulgi nods and melts into your embrace, basking in the warmth of the session. You bring her back to bed, the two of you laying down and catching your breaths. Eventually though, you flip Seulgi over, bringing her to the edge of the bed.

"Love you." Seulgi turns to smile at you happily, knowing you plan to make good on your thoughts.

"Love you more," you mutter and kiss her, your words warming her heart.

"I can't wait to fuck you again." Your whispered words also wet her pussy. Bent over at the edge of the bed and placed in such a compromising position, Seulgi starts dripping again, feeling your shaft rub and get bigger between her cheeks. Eagerly she lifts her hips slightly, to give you more of an angle to get you hard. It works wonderfully, and in short order you're bent over Seulgi, pinning her to the bed as you enter her sloppy, cum-filled warmth. She arches her back, seeming to lean back against your shoulder as you try to hilt yourself in her. You don't get quite as deep as earlier, but with her legs closer together Seulgi feels tighter, and you seem bigger inside her.

"Baby… oppa, pin me." You follow Seulgi's wishes, stretching Seulgi's arms out over her head, your hands on top of hers, making sure she lies flat on the bed from the waist up, her breasts pressed into the sheets. Your thighs press against hers, and Seulgi shuffles her knees forward, until her bottom half is flush against the side of the bed. A breathy moan escapes her, and she turns to look for you. You lean down and get face-to-face with her, your chest against her back. She leans in to peck your lips before closing her eyes.

"Ready."

Seulgi braces herself by relaxing into the bed. This was how she liked to be fucked: bent over, pinned down and helpless, but oh so wonderfully warm, your body effectively wrapping around her like a weighted blanket—a weighted blanket that could fuck her. She surrenders her pleasure to you, giving you full responsibility over her body, and Seulgi gasps as you gyrate your hips, grinding into her with slow and firm rotations.

"Good?" Seulgi opens her mouth to answer you, but the breath is forced out of her when you go deep, and what comes out is a soft moan instead. She tries to answer you three more times, and three more times you push as far as you can get into Seulgi, and soon she gives up, burying her face in the sheets. Her hands tense and relax underneath yours—tensing when you push in, then relaxing when you pull back.

You last longer after your first orgasm, so over time you feel Seulgi relax less and less, even as you pull out. She gets warmer and warmer underneath you, and her body's slowly tensing and coiling like a spring, building up the energy to explode. You know that she's close, so you make use of your authority over her, make sure you can drive her mad with pleasure.

"Don't cum until I say so." Seulgi squeaks, nodding weakly, but even as she does she tightens around you—just the thought of you telling her when to cum is making Seulgi heat up. Her breathing is labored and short, and it gets shorter every time you press the entrance to her womb.

"Fuuuugh, oppa…" Seulgi's losing her mind, starting to forget to breathe.

"Hold it in!" Your body pressed on top of her doesn't help things either, and her world begins to swirl in pleasure and lack of oxygen. You're sticking to her skin-to-skin, and Seulgi's almost hot to the touch. "Don't cum yet Seul, you're doing such a good job." She clenches around you, letting out a happy whimper at being praised, but she needs her release.

"Please, hnngh!" Every thrust forces air out of her lungs in a moan, and your cock replaces oxygen as the thing Seulgi needs to survive right now. She's trembling against you, and her eyes start to roll as you suck on her neck harshly, just adding to the sensation of being dominated. You know she's hit her breaking point, so you let her go.

"Cum, cum for me now!" A strangled wail vibrates against your lips on her neck, and Seulgi combusts. A gush of juice drenches your balls, her pussy the only muscle still functioning. You grind her through the orgasm, your shaft working like a piston, pumping wave after wave of her squirt over your cock. The contractions around your shaft are far too pleasurable, and you lose yourself to it—you had to pound her.

"Hnngh…" Through her orgasm Seulgi registers you pulling out and her hips being lifted. Her knees touch the softness of the bed, and she manages to prop herself up, keeping her hips raised for you. It is the perfect height for both of you, and with a hand on her hips you start hammering into her, your other hand on her wrists yanking her upper body off the bed, pulling her back on your cock. Seulgi's vision is blurry as her head lolls limply in the air, jerked powerfully against your thrusts as you expend the rest of your strength.

"Oppa! Haah, god! Mmmm!" Seulgi's reduced to wordless cries when you bottom out inside of her, marking each spurt of your load with a satisfied groan. You keep her pulled against you, your cock throbbing and spurting everywhere inside her, covering her walls with your thick white blanket. When you are finally done you let go of Seulgi, and the two of you collapse on the bed side by side. Seulgi's face is pink, sweaty, and beautiful, and you scoot closer to cuddle her, your bodies sore but satisfied. The two of you lie there for a while, calming down and letting your heart rate settle.

"What do you want to eat for dinner?" you ask, but with a grunt Seulgi pulls herself on top of you, answering with a mischievous grin.

"Wait, we're skipping the best part?"

"I thought dinner was the best part?"

"No, the part where I ride you is the best." Seulgi slithers down your body seductively, taking you in her mouth and cleaning your cock of cum and slick. You slowly grow hard in her mouth, and when she is done cleaning she slides back up to you, whispering in your ear.

"Our cum tastes so fucking good, you taste so salty and I taste so sweet. Don't you feel it? You left such a big load in me, can't you give your little bear another one?" And you do feel it—Seulgi grinding her pussy on your half-hard shaft, and it gets slimier by the second, your combined fluids spilling out over you. "While I've been preparing for my solo debut, do you know who I miss the most?"

"Y-your members?" The sudden talk about work throws you off.

"No, it's you. I miss you."

"I've missed you too—" Seulgi shushes you with a kiss—now is not the time for lovey-dovey words, and she is not done with turning you on.

"When you're not here, when I miss you, do you know how many things I've tried to put in me, to try and get that stretch you give me?"

"N-No," you croak, you're already hard, and Seulgi's words alone might be enough to make you cum.

"I've tried toothbrushes, multiple, at once. Soju bottles, bananas, cucumbers, combs, brushes. Even one of the mics at the company! Fucking everything looks like your cock when you're not here, and none of them work." You moan at the thought of Seulgi stuffing anything and everything in her pussy, but she continues.

"I want to make you feel good too, just like you did to me. There are other things I can do with my pussy when you aren't fucking me senseless." The statement is a little ridiculous, considering how good you felt fucking Seulgi earlier, but you won't complain. Especially when Seulgi lifts herself off you, showing you her nude body in full glory. She runs her hands down her body, smiling at your eyes following them again, just like when she was posing for you earlier.

"I'm an idol you know. We know how to use our hips to dance, but that's not all they're good for." She leans back in to whisper filthily in your ear. "It's so good for riding cocks, I can have you stretch me out any direction I want. My pussy's not just a hole for you to pound and fill so fucking fully." There's a fire in her eyes, as if she had something to show you.

"It's pliable, flexible, expandable even. I'm going to have you open me up like a can, and fuck I hope you're ready to fill me, and this guy says yes." She reaches down to grab your already throbbing shaft, and with a moan she sinks herself down on you.

"Fuck Seul!" you cry out as you push through her cum-filled hole, damming what's left of your load in her. "Ohhh fuck!" you shout loudly as her warmth crushes you, Seulgi flexing her muscles to contract around you. She relaxes her grip on you, then tightens again, repeating it in rhythmic motions. It feels like one of Seulgi's orgasms, except she is clearly in control here, her eyes boring into yours.

"See, when you aren't making me lose control I can milk you without cumming myself. Is it good oppa?"

You nod and hiss, already gritting your teeth, not wanting to disappoint her by blowing early.

"It feels amazing, please stop, I'm getting close already." Seulgi nods and closes her eyes, focused on sinking down on you as deeply as she can.

"Fuck oppa yes, that's so deep, you stretch me out so much!" Now it is Seulgi's turn to gyrate her hips, and befitting her idol work she takes it to the extreme, almost snapping her hips in various directions as she grinds herself on top of you. "Do you see? You're opening me up so well, my pussy can be very flexible when taking your cock. You can go all around inside me…" She rotates her hips in a wide circle, and it’s like you're carving out your own space in her pussy, hollowing her out so that she can take your cock from any angle.

"Are you close?" Seulgi continues to ride you, angling herself for maximum pleasure, but her face gets redder and redder, and you can tell she's trying to stay in control.

"I've been close Seul!" you answer through pursed lips, giving her the signal to finish the two of you off.

"Okay, cum with me please? Give me that honey." You manage a nod, and Seulgi pushes herself off you. You bend your knees, offering her some support as she leans back and away from you. Seulgi let's out an involuntary whimper as she plants her hands on your thighs, reaching her desired position—at that angle your shaft rubs against her g-spot perfectly, and all the two of you need to do is move. Any movement will do.

Seulgi ruts forward and against you, and you push your hips up and down into her. You meet her eyes, and when they flutter shut so do yours.

"Oppa I'm going to cum! Cum with me!" When Seulgi clamps down on you again you let yourself go, filling the opened "can" that is her pussy, the two of you quivering in mutual climax. You thrust up and lift Seulgi with your hips, and when the blinding light in your head fades away, you hear Seulgi’s loud moans become a muted whine. Her bucking becomes less intense, her orgasm dying away when your own throbbing weakens, shooting the last few shots into her.

With a soft groan you shrink from her, lines of white trickling down your shaft showing just how much you've filled Seulgi up, making it hard to tell what is fresh and what was "2 rounds ago". Seulgi collapses forward onto you, kissing you lovingly, and you return the kiss with equal passion. She rests on top of you while you stroke her hair, and you can't help but chuckle when her stomach growls.

"I'm hungry."

"Me too, now let's get to the real best part." You order dinner for the two of you, and you go put the groceries away as Seulgi gathers up her outfits. Together the two of you change out the sheets on her bed, before dumping yourselves in a combined lump on the sofa.

"Oh my god I'm so tired!"

"Same…" The two of you lay lifelessly on the sofa, dozing off until you hear the doorbell ring. Springing to life, you hurry to get the delivery while Seulgi sets up the table.

"Mmm, so good!"

"I'm so hungry!" The two of you start to devour your meal, but Seulgi, clumsy as always, drops her fork.

"Ahhh, my sweater, it's stained!"

"You should go change out of it."

"Yeah, okay…" You stop her before she gets up.

"Aish, you're so messy, look, you have something on your mouth." You're up close to Seulgi, and you can't help but kiss her again, "cleaning" her lips for her. The kiss deepens, and soon you're sweeping her off her feet and bringing her back to the bedroom. You're pulling on her sweater, trying to tug it off her.

"You can change later. Sorry bear, I can't keep my hands off you, I want to fuck you again." Seulgi's face is red, blushing at your sudden advances. She licks her lips and nods, pulling your hands to her body.

"I need you to fuck me again too."

The dinner grows cold and you'll be hungry, but Seulgi's honeypot will be warm and stuffed.

A/N: LIke my other Seulgi fics, they just kinda end up being one sex scene after another. Those photos were so hot, I just kept going lol. Thanks for reading!

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EMBER nine - members profile (16.04.23. - update)

EMBER nine is a girl group under Dahlia Entertainment. There are five members: Chaewon, Wei, Hannah, Sujin and Kana. They debuted on September 1, 2015 with tittle track “Me Gustas Tu“ and 1st single album “Embers - The Beginning”.

EMBER nine Concept: The world is losing it's spark, meaning. Everything is fading away. We are the last embers that are left. Maybe we are small but we are  burning strongly and brightly.

And we will rise like the phoenix with the sparkles that had been left. From the ashes that have been left. We shall ignite the fire and make the world a better place again.

Every member has special gem that represent them.

EMBER nine Fandom Name: Sparkles

EMBER nine official color: Burning Red

EMBER nine fandom name meaning: Sparkles are everything that had been left in the world along with burning embers.

EMBER nine current dorm arragement: Wei and Hannah (roommates), Chaewon (solo room), Sujin and Kana (roommates)

EMBER nine members profiles:

Wei

Birth Name: Zeng Wei

Position: Main Rapper, Lead Vocal

Birthday: April 1, 1995

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 169cm

MBTI type: ESFJ

Nationality: Chinese

Representative gem: Onyx, color: yellow

Voice claim: E:U (Everglow)

Dance claim: E:U (Everglow)

Wei Facts:

-   She was born in Fujian, China

-   She attended Art High School in United States for 1 year before she auditioned for SM company (2010) and moved to Korea where she started training. She trained in SM for 3 years and then she moved to Dahlia Ent. And trained for 2 years before debut. Wei trained for 5 years.

-   Wei is from really wealthy family (like rich, rich)

-   She is an only child

-   Languages: Chinese, English, Korean, she is learning Japanese and Thai

-   YSL ambassador / model

-   She is close with Handong and Jiu (Dreamcatcher), Nayeon (Twice) and Lisa

-   She is also friends with Kun and Ten (WayV)

-   Her favorite food is Wonton soup and Kimchi Jigae. She loves soups.

-   She dislikes pizza and birthday soup (the only soup she hates)

-   Her favorite color is purple and black

-   Prefers comfy clothes

-   Produces music for EMBER nine since 2019, takes part in many projects.

-   She also likes to write lyrics, she took part in writing their debut song

-   She loves adventures, especially amusement parks, hiking and diving

-   She enjoys vloging with Sujin (their vlogs are always exciting because they both love adventures)

-   Loves to encourage members to work hard and to not give up on their dreams

-   Wei loves helping her members: She helped Kanako to learn Korean when they were trainees

-   Wei and Hannah speaks in English all the time when they are together

-   Organized, adventurous, outgoing, caregiver,

-   Weaknesses: needy, approval-seeking, controlling

-   It is said that Winwin from WayV has a crush on Wei since MAMA 2020 (there was a viral video of Winwin checking out Wei and singing to Ember nine’s song during their performance). WayV members often joke about “his crush”, on Ten recent Vlive he played Ember nine’s song and said “Winwin it’s your favorite sunbaenim, come here”

Chaewon

Birth Name: Moon Chae Won

Position: Leader, Main Vocalist, Visual

Birthday: February 11, 1996

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 167cm

MBTI type: ENTP

Nationality: Korean

Representative gem: Ruby, color: red

Voice claim: Seulgi (Red Velvet)

Dance claim: Seulgi (Red Velvet)

Chaewon Facts:

-   She was born in Busan, South Korea

-   She joined SM Entertainment in 2009. She become friends with Wei and they both left SM in 2013. Chaewon trained for 6 years.

-   Her family is middle class family

-   She has an older sister (1989) and younger brother (1998)

-   She can speak a little bit of English and she’s learning Japanese

-   Dior ambassador / model

-   Nicknames: Chae-mommy, Chaewon our savior, Queen-chae

-   She is friends with Sana and Momo (Twice) and Lisa (Black Pink)

-   She is also close friends Rowoon (SF9) and Eunwoo (Astro)

-   Her favorite color is blue

-   Her favorite animal is seahorse

-   She attended Acting school and before debuting she also wanted to be an actress

-   Her favorite food is tteobooki

-   She dislikes broccoli and milk

-   Has strong opinions and she is not afraid to disagree with people, loves to discus

-   Chaewon is very charismatic and playful, she has a lot of friends

-   She prefers reviling clothes that shows her figure

-   Weaknesses: very argumentative, intensive, intolerant, is difficult for her to focus sometimes

Hannah

Birth Name: Choi Hannah / Choi Jin Sol

Position: Main dancer, Sub-Vocalist

Birthday: March 8, 1997

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Height: 168cm

MBTI type: INFJ

Nationality: Korean-Australian

Representative gem: Amethyst, color: purple

Voice Claim: Mia (Everglow)

Dance Claim: Mia (Everglow)

Hannah Facts:

-   She was born in Sydney, Australia

-   While she was living in Australia she auditioned for JYP Global audition. She was a JYP trainee from August 2011 to September 2013.

-   From September 2013 Hannah trained in Dahlia Ent. For 2 years before debut. Hannah trained for 4 years before debut.

-   Her family is rich (but not rich, rich)

-   She has a younger sister (2000) and an older sister (1995)

-   Prada ambassador / model

-   She is close friends with Rose (Black Pink)

-   She is close friends with Bang Chan (Stray Kids) and Jaehyun (NCT)

-   Her favorite food is Chapaguri (members are joking that she likes baby food)

-   Loves coffee

-   She dislikes sushi

-   Her favorite color is yellow

-   Prefers comfortable, covering clothes

-   She was learning how to produce music with Wei before debut and also she is vey passionate about writing songs

-   She can play the guitar and piano

-   Loves to connecting with others, passionate, loves skin-ship, introverted but chaotic, everything have to be the way she wants

-   Many idols say that she is very friendly and she is an ideal best friend type

-   Weaknesses: sensitive to criticism, reluctant to open up, perfectionist, avoiding the ordinary

Sujin

Birth Name: Yun Su Jin

Position: Center, Visual, Lead Rapper

Birthday: August 1, 1997

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Height: 165cm

MBTI type: INFP

Nationality: Korean

Representative gem: Sapphire, color: blue

Voice claim: Irene (Red Velvet)

Dance claim: Irene (Red Velvet)

Sujin Facts:

-   She was born in Daegu, South Korea

-   She trained in Dahlia Ent. For 3 years and 2 moths (joined July 2012)

-   Before joining Dahlia Ent. She was self-training for 2 years.

-   Her family is rich (but not rich, rich)

-   She is the only child

-   She can speak English and French (had after school classes since the beginning of elementary school)

-   Chanel ambassador / model

-   She is close friends with Changkyun and Joohoney (Monsta X)

-   She is also close friends with Dami and Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher)

-   Her favorite color is purple

-   Her favorite food is mint-choco ice cream and ice americano coffee

-   She is good at eating spicy food

-   She dislikes pineapple

-   She wears whatever is trendy but also loves comfy clothes

-   She can play the guitar

-   When she was younger she wanted to be a fashion designer

-   Loves drawing and painting

-   Dream girl, loves to express herself through fashion and art, empathic person, very creative

-   Weaknesses: unrealistic, self-isolating, unfocused, emotionally vulnerable, desperate to please (mainly that’s why she is so popular, because she is a walking fan-service), self-critical (she feels like she doesn’t deserve to be center and visual), sometimes feels lonely and invisible

Kana

Birth Name: Oshiro Kanako

Position: Lead Dancer, Sub-Vocalist, Maknae

Birthday: June 5, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Height: 171cm

MBTI type: ISTP

Nationality: Japanese

Representative gem: Emerald, color: green

Voice claim: Yeri (Red Velvet)

Dance claim: Yiren (Everglow)

Kanako Facts:

-   She was born in Osaka, Japan

-   But she moved to Korea in November 2011 to be a trainee under Cube Entertainment

-   After one year Kana wanted to give up on becoming an idol but thanks to her mum she decided to stay in Korea. Kana left Cube and joined Dahlia Ent. ( Kana’s auntie was working at Dahlia Ent.

-   She moved with her mum but after 2 years (close to Kana’s debut) she had to go back to Japan

-   Her family is a richer middle class family

-   She has an older brother (1997)

-   Celine ambassador / model

-   Nickname: Kana, Maknae (Maknae + Kana),

-   Tzuyu and Dahyun (Twice)

-   She is close friends with Yeonjun (TXT) and Woyoung (ATEEZ)

-   Her favorite color is baby pink

-   She loves sushi and green tea latte

-   She dislikes cucumbers

-   Kana’s favorite Disney Princess is Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)

-   She is a BTS fan

-   Prefers comfy clothes

-   She was attending contemporary dance classes since she was 6 years old

-   People call her dancing machine

-   Curious, optimistic and energetic, relaxed, practical, rational but also spontaneous,

-   Weaknesses: stubborn, intensive, private and reserved, easily bored, dislike commitment

[youngshiney]

how i would run sm: Red Velvet edition

back to the series with the next logical group, Red Velvet. sm's first group after Exo and my ult girl group, similarly under a cut as per last post

triple debut (2014-2015): so to start, i actually dont mind Happiness as RV's debut and that its ot4. Yeri was really young, so i wouldnt really change those first two eras (Be Natural is my beloved but its a single and a remake so it doesnt count as their first cb in my eyes). what i would change is the schedules and some promo.

firstly, like Exo i think RV would have benefited from some sort of webtoon or lore comic starting at the second debut for ICC bc thats when we start to get hints that something in Cake Land isnt right. i have a lot of thoughts on RV lore/storyline which we will cover in the upcoming kwangya post (after nct and aespa posts bc they are integral to my version of kwangya).

second, Seulgi should have solo debuted in 2015 between Dumb Dumb and the lesbian christmas song (Wish Tree was iconic and we love Lee Jooyoung). shes been RV's ace since pre-debut, everyone knew and loved her and acknowledged her talents, and she was in multiple mvs of her sunbaes (Henry's Fantastic was the best). Seulgi being the first solo RV member feels right in every way, and while it would be very different than what we got for 28 Reasons, i think that might be partially a good thing.

the start of the success era (2016-2017): Russian Roulette was perfect and i have nothing to say about it. The only thing I would have done differently for them in 2016 was pushed for more solo/unit content, like station songs, vlogs, arts and crafts vids? like just stuff where theyre having fun and hanging out with no pressure. the main 2017 change tho is Joy solo debut. sm is so fucking stupid for NOT capitalizing on the attention Joy got from The Liar and His Lover, a show all about how perfect and amazing she is as a singer! like have her prepare and record between Red Flavor and Peek a Boo and have Peek a Boo pushed back a week or two. the concerts were a good idea, but they really should have capitalized on Joy's performance more. im still annoyed she hasnt properly debuted especially bc clips of her singing from TLAHL was what made me look into RV in the first place and why Joy is my girl ult of ults

Bad Boy (2018): id push Bad Boy back a little bc the time between PaB and BB feels too short, especially going by my plan. other than that, no major notes since the eras were pretty good and the concerts were a good idea. maybe a bit more of a rest after RBB bc of the short turn around time between that and the Japan cb + NA tour

ReVe Fest pt.1 (2019): the Ellie Goulding collab was amazing. ReVe Fest day 1 was a mess, and i say that as a Zimzalabim supporter. the styling was horrific and it all needs to go, the mv should have been more circusy and less performance vid imo, and the song is fine but maybe a less chanty chorus? ReVe Fest day 2 was good and idk why people hate Umpah Umpah bc it was cute and summery like it should have been. and then the Finale, Psycho was one of the best eras taken from us too quickly. i mean the only thing to change is to stop wendy from falling bc that killed the whole momentum and their careers for a hot minute.

the hiatus (2020): now to be clear, i am not blaming wendy for her injury or suggesting she should have come back early. its good she rested and healed properly and came back slowly to make sure everything was okay. every idol should do that. that being said, we should have gotten an ot4 album even if it was just a mini. the girls basically did nothing for a whole year waiting for her and it really did hurt them/their momentum. they should have had more solo content through the year alongside the like two group things, then Seulrene debut in june like originally planned, and then and ot4 album in fall or winter.

back on track? (2021): ot5 being at smtown was great and got everyone hyped to see the group after a full year of hiatus and they teased a cb at the performance. and then wendy killed the hype by doing her solo debut 4 months later with a ballady slow song. and she had the audacity to be like "omg i feel so bad for making everyone wait and then doing a solo" like girl wtf?? anyway gripes about her aside. Queendom was cute, but it felt lackluster after the long wait and felt more like a b-side than a title. also the mv/concepts teased all this magic and powers and a whole universe only to give us literally nothing after the first minute. why were they in a post office when the teasers were about the antique shop?? i would have changed the mv a lot to either expand on the magic or fit the teasers better.

ReVe Fest pt.2 (2022): sm cancelled the concert (rightly) bc the girls got covid but then never rescheduled bc there were "no venues open" even tho the same thing happened to dream and they got rescheduled in like two weeks so what the fuck is that about? um anyway they should have done a concert after Feel My Rhythm but also not named it ReVe Fest bc theres no point and they arent connected. ALSO FMR was beautiful and all but what happened to the ballet concept which wasnt in the mv and why did they not expand on the weird half story with Dark Queen Seulgi and the garden etc? also also FMR felt like a b-side too which was disappointing especially after queendom. and im skipping ahead to birthday bc that was actually the biggest let down of the year. the concept/teaser photos had literally nothing to do with the mv or song, the song itself was easily their worst title and did not sound good in any way, the mv styling wasnt great for pretty much everyone, the cake ver selling out before preorders even ended and before they showed us what it was/what was in it was super annoying. birthday is the biggest let down era imo and ESPECIALLY after the beauty of Wildside. Wildside was the only release in 2022 for RV that i actually 100% enjoyed from the style to the mv to the song to the plot in the mv. like it was perfect and exactly what we should have gotten as a Korean title and era. i would have absolutely done something similar for birthday, especially with the grunge outfits/concept

future plans/ideas: Yeri and Irene solo debuts, Seulrene cb, Joy actual debut this time, more solo schedules especially for the actresses, more Yeri vlogs, Seulgi cb with a better song, my highly indulgent KaiJoyYuta trio, an even more indulgent trio of Seulgi/BoA/Yunho, i think thats all i have off the top of my head.

next week nct u and the way nct overall would function before we get into the actual units

[yourxtzuyu]

Sugar Daddy Jackson

𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕒𝕟𝕘:

💋 Notorious Playboy

💋 The biggest and most charming flirt around

💋CEO of the company he built himself

💋 Polite to anyone he comes across

💋 Cannot stand disrespect

💋 Will close off any romantic feeling towards anyone

💋 Will treat you like royalty

💋 Holds your hand, opens doors, kisses your cheek

💋 Will treat you like he’s inlove, but don’t get him wrong

💋 Flowers everyday sent to you

💋 Likes listening about your day

💋 Will take you out on the biggest and lavish dates and trips

💋 Could get pretty violent when frustrated

💋 Don’t ask about his company

ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎:

💋 Is very dominant

💋 A very big tease

💋 A huge brat tamer

💋 Pretty big on BDSM

💋 Gets really rough in bed

💋 Into after care and pillowtalk

💋 Into temperature play

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖:

💋 Reblog and message him your name, pronouns, kinks, triggers, big no’s, and plot

ℍ𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕖:

💋 Send him “I’m getting back with my ex” and he’ll ask for confirmation

💋 To get him back, “I’m sorry I’ll be good this time” and he’ll take you back

💋 But he’ll be a bit cold and more guarded towards you

ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤:

💋 Jackson is not comfortable with kinks including bodily fluids, blood, water sports, or feet

💋 Do not spam Jackson, he’ll answer when he’s free from work

💋 He will stop you from continuing on the subject if chat involves triggering topics, such as rape, gore, blood, etc

𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕣:

This is all a work of fiction and purely for entertainment purposes.This chatbot does not represent Jackson Wang, GOT7, Team Wang, or JYP Entertainment in any way, shape, or form. Anything said from this chatbot is not affiliated with the real Jackson Wang.

Tags: @yanlee (OG) @mafia-minho @yandere-jisoo @cupcake-yeri @yandere-lia @doll-hyunjin @yanderedahyun @san-assassin @mafia-chaeyoung @leeyandere @floristluda @softdomlino @yanderejinyoung @tattooartistjaemin @vampireseungyeon @assassinwonho @yourdahyxn @switchseola @roomie-xiaojun @choixyoojung @yanderejoy @seulgi-foxy @yeji-kitten @moonlit-lia @penguin-mi-na @psycho-jennie @badass-eun @sincerelyyourjennie @ceo-jeong @puppy-jueun @yandereseulrene @yourchungha @insomniac-chris @bbgyeji @princess-lia @princess-yeji @yourchaechae @yandereyeri @softie-yeji @gf-nayeon @lovely-jisoo @vlog-ryujin @yourchaeryeong @subbyjennie @your-rubyjane @camboy-superm @bunjihyo @leextaeyong @yourchaechae @domyukhei +more!

[excelsi-or]

just a little sweeter (pt.1)

Hello wonderful friends~~ I have returned with a single dad!Jihoon fic as promised. Obviously it’ll be fluffy as hell and is mostly just Jihoon, his daughter, and a new woman in his life navigating the starts of a relationship when there’s a kid involved already. Similar to to the boy i love right now series, this is mostly just snapshots of varying points in time rather than one long cohesive story. So most of them can be read as standalones. Uhm, I think that's all the caveats I have. 

ALSO what do you guys think of 24H by Seventeen? I’m kinda.. meh about it. But they LOOK fantastic.

BIPOC rec: Just some YouTube channels that I’ve been watching lately. Francina Simone (Black booktuber/author; she recently did a taro card video); furrylittlepeach (Sha’an is one of my favourite illustrators and also one of my favourite YouTubers at the moment. She does studio vlogs); Kingsley (He recently started making videos again. Nice chaos); Spella (a Korean tutter. She choreographed Seulgi & Irene’s Naughty)

warnings: there’s one swear word in here. 

w.c. 1.2k (fluffity fluff)

“Eunha,” Jihoon whispers. “Eunha-yah.”

His baby blinks her eyes open slowly and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. Her face starts to crumple, but Jihoon cups the side of her head. His thumb rubs back and forth along her temple in an attempt to soothe her. Her breath stutters and Jihoon scoops her up. “You can sleep in the studio.”

Her head falls to his shoulder and he can hear her sniffling. His heart drops. Jihoon wishes that he could let her sleep, but the few times that he’d brought her straight to the studio without waking her first, she cried for an hour at the unfamiliarity. So it seems, as long as she knows where she’s going and he’s the first face she sees, she’ll be okay.

These are things Jihoon is constantly learning. What his baby likes and doesn’t like. When she was born a year and a half ago, Jihoon was worried about being a father. When her mother had gone to rehab, he’d worried even more about being good for Eunha. He started bringing her everywhere. Because somehow, despite not wanting children and having a budding career, Eunha became his world. Even above Seventeen.

When he’d gained custody six months ago, he tried leaving her in Busan with his parents. They adored her, but she cried every time he left and he felt like the worst human being ever. There were nannies, but while well-meaning, they never felt right. He tried daycares, but he knew that his introverted daughter, even as a baby, was not coping well being surrounded by people she hardly recognized.

The first day Jihoon brought her to the studio was the first time he hadn’t brought home a cranky baby. So he kept doing that. She would fall asleep in his studio. He purchased noise cancelling earmuffs for babies so she could sit in on dance practices. She sits right in the center where everyone can see her. She either falls asleep or sits and colours. She’s never been a hyperactive baby, but she loves being around everyone.

By the time Jihoon arrives at the studio, his baby has fallen asleep again.

Seungkwan comes in a half hour later to find Jihoon so that he can record. He kisses Eunha’s forehead, brushing her hair out of her face as she dozes on the couch. “How is she?”

 Jihoon yawns, collecting his copy of the lyrics as Seungkwan scoops her up. They head towards one of the recording booths.

“She was running a fever all night. It’s gone down this morning.” Jihoon yawns again. “She hasn’t been sick since her mom left. I think I’m out of my depth.”

Seungkwan passes her to Jihoon who trades him a copy of the lyrics. As Jihoon sits in his seat, Eunha rests her cheek on his chest, her hair a wild mane. Jihoon keeps telling himself he should comb it. At least so that she doesn’t look as if she’s been raised by wolves. Being raised by thirteen men plus or minus a few would be a solid equivalent, but he doesn’t need the entire world to know that.

While running his fingers gently through her hair to get some of the knots out, Jihoon swivels the chair so the large red button is in reach. Bumzu joins them, runs a hand over Eunha’s head and then sits to control the music.

As Jihoon directs Seungkwan, Eunha turns her head on his chest towards the booth. He rubs her back, her fever-ridden body warming his.

Seungkwan’s recording doesn’t take long and they quickly start cycling through all the members, who poke their head in asking if there’s a line. A couple hours later, it’s Jihoon’s turn. He starts to sit up and Eunha sits back.

“Have you been awake the whole time?” Jihoon teases. He brushes her hair out of her eyes.

Eunha smiles sleepily at him. He tries not to worry too much about the red flush in her cheeks or the burning in his chest from how warm her skin is.

Jihoon hoists her up and hands her to Bumzu. “You sit here with Uncle Bumzu for a bit.”

As the day progresses, Eunha’s fever begins to climb. She spends most of the day sleeping, drinking water when Jihoon makes her, and drinking orange juice that Hansol brought in. By dinnertime, Jihoon decides to call an early night.

With his baby’s head on his shoulder, her arms around his neck, Jihoon walks to a nearby grocery store. The members all offered their suggestions of what he should do to level out her fever; it made Jihoon’s head spin too.

“Yeah, yes, I know. I’ll bring it home.”

Jihoon glances over at the voice. It’s a woman on the phone. Her eyes are skimming through the medicines in front of them.

“Yes, your boyfriend is a sh—” She meets Jihoon’s eye then catches sight of Eunha attached to him. “A horrible human being.”

Jihoon can’t help but chuckle and then turns his attention back to the medicine.

“I’m hanging up now, you whiny brat. Sleep until I get home. Yes, yes. Hanging up now, bye.” She sighs. “Sorry.”

Jihoon nods his head. “That’s okay. Thanks for—”

“Are you Woozi?”’

Jihoon blinks in surprise. Her ‘sorry’ had meant different things to both of them. “Oh.” He wonders if he could deny it, but he’s dressed in his signature ball cap, large t-shirt and shorts. “Yeah.”

She nods. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”

“Oh.” Jihoon’s mind races, but fails him. All he can think about is his daughter’s spiking temperature. He can’t come up with a viable lie. Sighing, he says,“Yeah.”

She hums and notices Jihoon standing in front of the children’s medicine. “I usually get the Children’s Tylenol for my little brother when he’s sick. But…” She glances at Jihoon. “I wouldn’t give her anything if she’s sleeping. Let her sleep it off.”

Jihoon lifts an eyebrow. “You’re a nurse?”

She scoffs and shakes her head, squatting down to inspect the various Nyquils. “God, no. Just have a younger sibling her age. Spend a lot of time taking care of him when my parents are working.”

“Your medicine is for…?”

Her eyes tip up to him, two boxes in her hands. “My best friend,” she sighs. “Woman caught a cold from her boyfriend, who then refuses to let her stay in their apartment until she’s better.” She rolls her eyes. “Every other time, he’s great. But god, boys are pathetic.”

Jihoon smiles at this. “Yeah. We are.”

She grins as she decides on the extra strength Nyquil for her friend. When she straightens, she continues. “Orange juice, sleep, and soup is usually better for their stomachs.”

Jihoon’s brow furrows wondering if she’s referring to boys, her best friend or Eunha.

She clarifies with a laugh. “Kids. Be gentle on her tummy.”

Jihoon’s mouth drops in realization. “Right. Yeah. Thank you.”

She hesitates for a moment, but decides against whatever she was going to say and bows. “It was nice to meet you, Woozi.”

“Yes, you too.” He bows his head. “Thank you again.”

“I hope she feels better.”

Jihoon tips his head.

“Your daughter and my friend.” She waves the Nyquil in the air. “She’ll drive me insane otherwise.” Then she turns on her heel and heads towards the registers.

Jihoon watches her go and then heads towards the juice aisle, Children’s Tylenol in hand.

pt. 2

[misfitjohnnys]

unintentional; hear all the words that I speak

You’ve worked hard for everything you’ve gotten and Mark Lee is a soft twist in your busy life, but you know hiding part of yourself eventually always bites anyone in the ass.

Word count: 20k - part 2/5

Reader x Mark Lee

(M)

masterlist // warnings

There were a couple of days before your flight. You spent the night in your hotel again and immediately spent a good amount of time with Mark. They were in town for another night following. You’d visited with your friends all day and after you dropped them off at home you and Mark stayed up late to watched some shows together with Ten and Taemin, had dinner, and returned to your respective beds. It was amazing to actually have some time to yourself. 

a/n: this chapter contains smut

Even your alone time didn’t feel quite so alone with your constant texts with Mark. You spent good amounts of time with each other and had a few run-ins throughout the day afterwards around his schedule, even spending some time in the city and dropping in to bring him some snacks and such between heavy rehearsals and filming, discovering your way back around your hometown and visiting famous places there. It felt comforting, visiting your family so you didn’t feel at all alone. It was good self-time and that was something you hadn’t had in months.

You couldn’t believe that after just a few days that a boy had you convinced to fly where he was going, but you were excited. Mark didn’t even have to do more than just ask and you were ready to risk it all and that scared you, but it didn’t stop you, not even a little bit. You’d easily explained to him that you didn’t take much time for yourself and had no reason to travel around, so he took it upon himself to invite you to live a little.

You said your goodbyes to your friends, promising them you’d make more trips to come see them and you hoped they weren’t empty; seeing their excited faces when you promised. You always wanted to visit more, but never made the effort or time and it disappointed you about yourself, but your friends knew you and they’d never let you live it down if you didn’t take the opportunity to go on the once in a lifetime trip with Mark Lee.

It had only been five days and you wondered what the hell had gotten into you, following a boy you just met just because he asked you to? Something wasn’t right but you didn’t even care. You hadn’t been so carefree since you were a kid. The flight over was more relaxing than you ever thought it could be because of the hopes of getting off the plane and spending more time with Mark. You had easily transferred your original tickets to a new airport, making it even more simple; as if it was meant to be. You reminded yourself that at least you’d be in Chicago, an easier accessible city that had an easy trip back to Los Angeles. You were flying not super far away or too far out of the path home, so that was nice as well. It was all going according to plan, as if the grace of Gods had given you a peace of mind.

You only wished you could’ve been on the plane with Mark and the others, but absolutely understood why it wasn’t possible. When you arrived at the airport, you carried your bags from the grab and tried to make your way down to car rental, but were stopped by welcoming arms in the corridor belonging to a soft boy in a white face mask.

“I missed you.” He told you, giggling behind his mask and grabbing your suitcase to bring it to the car that brought him. You couldn’t believe he was being so generous. He knew you all of what? Five days? It felt crazy, spending so much time with him felt unreal. You’d only been separated for a few hours and it felt like you’d known him for centuries. You sighed happily, stepping into the car and having him follow, sneaking his hand to hold yours and making you blush. “I’m gonna take you to lunch, my treat.” He laughed, seeing you blush and feeling like he finally had the upper hand in a conversation. It was weird, with Mark you felt like you were in control more than you ever did at your job. He made you not think about work, which was the biggest payoff of all.

He took you to a quiet hole in the wall pizza place, soft Jazz music played in the background as you sat in a booth together, looking over the menu amongst small playful jokes.

Being with Mark made you feel like you were in a dream. There were so many questions you had, so much love to explore, but he felt just slightly out of reach, simply because you felt like you couldn’t be completely honest with him and it shook you to your core, sighing and fiddling with your fork in hand until you were snatched out of your daydream by some soft words coming from his mouth.

“You okay?” He asked, reaching out to gently touch his fingers to the top of your hand across the table, a touch that felt almost too intimate; like sparks running through your brain.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking a lot.” You warned him, shrugging and seeing mild worry continue on his face.

“Thinking about work?” You smiled because for once, you weren’t.

“Yeah.” You lied, smiling softly and seeing him get up and move to the other side of the booth next to you, your left side brushing against his right and you felt warm; whole. “I’ve got a lot on my mind. Vacation doesn’t come easy.” You told him, trying to relieve the tension of the conversation as he wrapped his arm around your waist, earning a soft gasp from you. He bit his lip nervously, looking over at you.

“You wanna see some funny stuff? Maybe take you out of your head?” He asked, grinning widely and putting his phone on the table. His background made you grin wide, a picture of him, Haechan, Johnny, and Jaehyun as his background and it made you want to hold him and tell him how precious he was, but you stopped yourself, sighing and wondering just how much cuter he was going to get. You looked over at him dreamily as he opened his phone to some videos that looked like they were just recently filmed, the hair colors matched up.

“Yeah, show me stuff, tell me about your friends.” You teased, seeing him blush. He knew you knew who his friends were, just not to what extent.

“Okay so here’s Taemin forgetting his phone and Ten found it, so we decided to fuck with him.” Hearing him swear with your own ears made you giggle even more than the video you were being shown. You’d seen it on Instagram while scrolling through earlier in the airport, but he didn’t have to know that. You kept glancing back and forth from his face to his phone, smiling dreamily and wishing the moment would never end.

Mark still felt out of reach, but in the moment you felt so connected. “You know, it’s actually funnier if you watch.” He teased, making you blush and squeezing your side before swiping to another video. This time it was of Taeyong sleeping on top of Lucas, hearing Mark’s faint laughter next to you through the phone speaker. “Okay so Taeyong came to wake us all up, but ended up laying on Xuxi and fell asleep, we all just kept laughing and teasing him to wake up and he refused.” Mark kept giggling, you’d seen that video too, but from a different angle and in their vlogs from when they were recording, so it made it even better, making you laugh and seeing a more intimate outtake of them. You felt special, even hearing Lucas’s nickname felt like private information even if you did already know what they all called him.

Mark kept swiping, showing you more videos that you didn’t expect until he came across one that felt way more private than you could’ve ever imagined. On screen showed Mark walking around their temporary dorm, something you’d only seen from the vlogs, but the video never got even near close to being posted. Mark was walking around, singing quietly to himself and you saw Jongin sleeping on the couch. It made your heart race a little, feeling like you were intruding a bit, even more so when Mark continued walking and stepped into Ten’s room to see he and Taemin kissing, Taemin’s arms around Ten’s waist before hearing Mark scream woah, woah, woah! before turning around and saying haha well, I, uh, wasn’t supposed to see that!

He stopped the video, turning to you and smiling. It felt like he’d definitely shown you something you didn’t need to see. You hoped it was with reason. “You know, I had no idea that they were gay. Or had a thing for each other. I knew nothing.” He shrugged, locking his phone and putting it down. “I’ve learned a lot about everyone since we got to America you know? I always thought I was like, really close with these people, but there’s always so much more to learn when you’re with the people you see every day. There’s always something new. Does that make sense?” He asked, turning to you and waiting for a response, you could only catch his eyes, blanking on his question when you saw his lashes flutter. You had to muster up some words.

“Yeah, I, I really do know what you mean.” You told him, knowing you had to keep the information secret. He trusted you and that was terrifying. Why did he? You felt like you could open up to him, swallowing and trying your best to continue a conversation. “My best friends, the ones you met?” You saw him nod, content on listening to what you had to say. Mark was a change of pace, that’s for sure. “I had no idea they were big partiers. I was always the one who avoided parties in school. College and all,” You continued, shrugging and snuggling in closer to his shoulder, looking back down at the table because it felt like looking at him was too much. He gently rubbed your side, comforting you. “They’re so different and as much as I love them, I feel like we’re just on so many different levels and they don’t really get me.”

“That makes sense.” He told you, nodding and taking a sip of his drink. He let you continue.

“I didn’t even know that Seulgi had lost her virginity even.” You scoffed, shaking your head and hearing Mark make an understanding noise. “But then she was at the party making out with guys I didn’t even know?” You sighed, slightly frustrated. “I feel like I don’t even know my friends anymore and it’s partially my fault, you know?”

“I actually do.” He laughed and you could feel his grin even without looking at him. “That’s how i felt when I saw Taemin and Ten. It felt like they were hiding something and I didn’t want them to feel that way. They told everyone like the next day, but it felt weird to have that hidden from us.” He explained further. It still felt weird that he was willing to show you that video, but you didn’t want to comment.

“I’m glad you understand.” You both shared a laugh, seeing the server quietly bring the check to your table. You pulled out your wallet and felt Mark pull out his faster. You snorted, seeing him move his hand to shove your wallet back down, but not fast enough before your card was out and on the table. Mark sighed, shaking his head.

“You know, I haven’t had anyone but my members or my parents buy me dinner?” He told you and you had to look at him, seeing the faint warmth on his cheeks. He made you feel like jell-o and you had no idea what took over you, but you turned to him, reaching up and placing one hand on his cheek to pull him down for a kiss, lips pressed plush against each other with a decent amount of pressure and feeling. You pulled away and avoided looking at him, staring back at the table.

“Well, now you can say someone treated you.” You spoke quieter than you wanted, nerves still unsettled in your stomach.

All you heard was a quiet “Thank you.” before you felt him squeeze your side again. Normally you weren’t one for affection, but Mark made it feel fine.

When your card came back to the table and your signature was down, you felt Mark let go of your waist and reach down for your left hand to tug you out of the restaurant, giggling as you made your way down the streets. He put his mask back on and you could still easily see the outline of his smile that never left his face.

“Hey, you know?” He started; voice muffled by the mask. You wished you could see his face, but knew it was dangerous territory for him to remove it. It was better for the both of you if nobody saw him or knew where he was, especially in a big city like Chicago. “You said you didn’t know your friends partied a lot right?” You narrowed your eyes, confused at his question.

“Yeah?”

“You know, if they hadn’t been partiers, then we never would’ve met.” He giggled, sounding like an excited schoolgirl talking to her crush. You couldn’t help but snort, rolling your eyes and you couldn’t believe he’d just said that to you.

“Mark Lee, you are a sap.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Yeah, I get that a lot.” He laughed.

-

“So, when you google us, what comes up?” Mark asked, sitting cross-legged at the edge of his hotel bed that you were so gladly snuggled into the front of.

You’d spent what felt like minutes, but was actually hours, lying in bed with Mark in his hotel suite even when you had your own to return to. It seemed pointless to get your own room because you had a feeling that would happen. He called you over as soon as he woke up, pulling you from your slumber and dragging your sock covered feet to his room. You had put on some decent pyjamas and felt somewhat presentable, but when you saw Mark also wearing shorts and a plain jumper, you felt fine. It was chilly in the November air, but you shared a laugh about the both of you only ever being comfortable relaxing in shorts. The simple things with Mark were the sweetest.

“Let’s see.” You grinned, pulling out your phone and typing in SuperM into the google search. “Okay, so the Avengers of K-Pop,” You started and saw Mark snatch your phone out of your hand, laughing and shaking his head.

“No, oh my god, stop.” He laughed, embarrassed and shaking his head. He hated the idea of comparing themselves to the Avengers, it made him cringe in the worst way possible. It was fun to joke about, but hearing people say it made his eyes roll.

“Who are you, like Iron Man?” You joked; smirking at him and seeing him roll his eyes instead of just thinking about it.

“No indeed not.” He grinned widely. “But I’m glad you think so highly of me. Iron man would definitely be Taemin-hyung.”

“Mm,” You nodded, grinning again. You knew what he meant, you knew how capable and iconic Taemin was, but he didn’t have to know that. You liked boosting his ego. “Who would you be, then?” You smirked, a joke teasing at the tip of your tongue. “Absolutely fully capable Mark?” Your smirk grew stronger, seeing his mouth gape in surprise. It was fun to throw little tidbits out, they weren’t too suspicious. You knew the common jokes and used them to your advantage.

“You fucking know about that?” He asked with a sigh, rolling his eyes again and dramatically laying himself back on the bed. “You know, I can’t ever speak to you again.” He joked, covering his face with a pillow. “I was like 15! I couldn’t even spell capable!” You both snorted, crawling over to him. It was adorable to see him so embarrassed, feeling like you had the upper hand. Mark was cute when you were in control. You felt just a little bit powerful. “Okay, maybe I could spell capable.” You scooted over to him, laying your head right next to his and sighing contentedly.

“You know, that song is kind of a bop.” You giggled, watching him turn his head toward you with an embarrassed grin. It was his turn for silence, sighing contentedly as he looked in your eyes. “What?” you asked.

“I just like that you listened to my music.” He said quietly, sighing and dreamily looking into your eyes. You swallowed a bit nervously, but shook it off. You knew a lot more than he thought you did, but it didn’t seem to interfere. Maybe eventually you’d let him know how you felt about him and why. He was all you could ever imagine and more. You felt whole then, never wanting it to end. He leaned over and pecked your lips, giggling to himself before doing it once more, slightly longer, a little more pressure.

You blushed harshly. “I’d do anything for you.” You laughed with a serious hint in your voice, causing you both to snort out of the cheesiness of it, laughing loudly together on the bed when you heard the door open, looking up to see a fresh head of white hair, gasping slightly when you caught a glimpse of Baekhyun standing in the doorway. It was the closest you’d been to him and it took you by extreme surprise, but you had to act cool. You couldn’t be suspicious but you were mesmerized. You had to act like you were only meeting your friend’s friend, but your heart was beating sporadically in your chest.

“I don’t mean to interrupt, I am sorry.” You heard him laugh, sitting up yourself and scooting closer to Mark out of shyness. You hadn’t met him before, only seen him on stage and you felt more overwhelmed than you would’ve liked.

“Baek-hyung!” You heard Mark exclaim, introducing your name properly with one excited giggle and following with “This is who I’ve been hanging out with the last few days!”

“Ah, you’re the one he won’t stop talking about, huh?” Baekhyun teased and Mark pouted back in response. It felt good that he’d been talking about you. “Nice to finally meet you.” Something about him was off. You hoped he was alright, but you knew how celebrity life could be, especially with all the chaos that EXO had been through, but maybe he’d just been so busy all day he was tired. “He wasn’t at the noraebang but you saw him on stage, huh?” You hardly noticed the question.

“Hi,” You spoke softly, waving at Baekhyun and it almost didn’t feel weird. He felt like a normal person and you didn’t really expect that. You expected to be much more bashful, but Mark kept you at least a little bit grounded, and for that, you were thankful. “I like your hair!” You told him, feeling a little awkward that those were the first words you spoke to him, but he seemed to be more excited than worried. He giggled and shot you a quick and excited “thank you” before slipping into the bathroom.

You grinned, grabbing Mark by the shirt and pulling him in closer to you, pressing your lips harshly against his. You slipped your bottom lip between his and heard his breath catch a little, his arm traveling down to your waist, squeezing softly as you pulled him in even closer, feeling his lips part slightly. The rush of this being as far as the two of you had gotten in six days felt intense, like lightning was traveling between you and it almost hurt to pull away when you heard the bathroom door open again, both of you laying back to face the ceiling. You had to be more careful, grinning dreamily as you felt like you were seeing stars and you heard Baekhyun slip out of the room.

“Maybe we should, uh, do that more.” He spoke softly, reaching over to gently hold your hand once you were alone again.

“Buy me dinner first.” You teased, damn well knowing why he rolled his eyes at you. “You know, I think you’re more Captain Marvel.” You grinned wider, returning to your joke from earlier.

“And why is that?” He looked at you dreamily, waiting for explanation, but you were lost in his eyes. It took you a moment to gather your thoughts enough to form a coherent sentence and not seem like an obsessed idiot.

“Okay, so you’re a rapper right?” You asked, biting your lip in thought.

“Yeah?”

“And you’ve got a lot of lines, you’re carrying the group pretty well.” You tried to be vague. mustering up the right words. “You’re also passionate, obviously.” You earned a giggle from him. “And, I don’t know, you seem just a little bit cocky.” You joked, smirking and reaching out to touch his hair. He pouted, looking over at you and scooting just a bit closer.

“I’m cocky on stage, not gonna lie, but,” He sighed, shrugging his shoulders just a bit. “I’m not at all confident off stage.” he pouted just a little, awkwardly smiling. Hearing him talk himself down was a little bit of a sad moment, making your heart ache and before you met him, you didn’t really ever think about how human they all were. They had their own quirks and they were people before fame too, but from what you knew, Mark was so young getting into the company, maybe he didn’t have any interactive experiences to gain his confidence. It made you a little sad. “I get so nervous with people and I talk a lot, I’m always scared of conversations.” he sighed, smiling just slightly. “Except from when I’m with you.”

You snorted just a tad, giggling and playing with his hair a little more. “I think you still get nervous around me. You’re practically shaking in your boots right now.”

“God, I know I do.” Mark sighed in defeat. “I get really nervous around people who don’t know me. Like, don’t know what I do normally or anything like that.” It was the first time he had mentioned you not knowing who he was, especially so forwardly. You smiled nervously, nodding and not wanting to say anything else in fear of you reading him a little too hard.

It felt like hours had passed, snuggling into Mark’s side and making yourself comfortable on his chest. Something was ripping into your heart and you felt wrong, but it was too late to say anything, so you stayed quiet. Mark didn’t mind. He seemed to enjoy the silence. He ran his fingers through your hair and he made you feel more calm, but the guilt rained on your conscience. It felt wonderful to lay there with him, but you wondered how he would feel if he knew you were a fan. Would he like you less? Would he have pursued you in the first place if he knew? The answers were up in the air, but you felt like you knew the answers to both of those anyway. You knew how it probably would’ve felt if he knew. It would be so much less likely that you were in this position, but part of you wished you knew the true answer. His fingers felt good combing through your hair, that’s what mattered right then, nothing else.

You’d spent a couple hours lying in bed with Mark, at one point you napped together, getting taunted by both Lucas and Ten when you woke up, feeling Mark toss a pillow at them for you. “Come on guys, we’re trying to sleep!” Mark spoke groggily, pulling you out of your slumber to see Taemin and Ten on the other queen-sized bed, bright smiles and ready to further tease the two of you.

“Come on, get the fuck up! We’re going out!” Taemin got up and nudged the two of you, deciding to lay across the both of you and was being, oddly, the normal one. From what you knew about him at least, which happened to be more than you wished you did in that moment. Taemin made you feel fine, he actually made you the least nervous of all, but you couldn’t help but to think about the fact that it was because of him you ended up there in the first place. Maybe you knew that he was such an open person even as an idol. Taemin was different. He was weird and comfortable. You liked Taemin a lot, but you already expected to from your prior knowledge on him.

Taemin approached you in Walgreens to talk to you, completely comfortable. He told you he would come to your party. He invited Ten and Lucas to your party just so you had the chance to meet them. It made you think about how thankful you were for Taemin. Maybe he would be the relief if anything were to go wrong. He didn’t care who you were in Walgreens and that felt nice. Maybe he knew, maybe he could tell and didn’t care either way. Mark obviously didn’t know. He couldn’t, there no way he would’ve acted the way he did, you were sure. It was terrifying to think about if he did and knew you weren’t telling the full truth.

Sometimes it got to your brain, feeling like you wanted to start over with no memory, just learn about Mark, Ten, Taemin, Lucas, all of them authentically, but it hurt not knowing how they would feel if they did know. It plagued your mind as you went to your room to put on your clothes, excited to be invited out with the guys even if it scared you. It was the first time you’d gone out with them all outside of Walgreens and the concert. You kept thinking about what Mark said about wishing he could just be normal. You wished that vaguely again for him, wondering if you’d connect the same way if you’d met him differently. You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the door that made you jump.

You had a hotel room alone a few doors down, but you’d spent the entire day in their room just laying around with Mark and enjoying the intimacy. He felt good to be around. It was sweet, but you felt nervous standing there alone in the room because it was rare you were by yourself, even at home. The second knock made you even more nervous, anxiety running through your veins even if you knew someone was eventually going to come to find you to go out. You had a feeling you knew exactly who was at the door though. You finished your hair and put a cute hat on, making your way to answer. You were wearing your favorite crop top and a comfortable but fancy pair of leggings, it was your more casual ‘going out’ outfit, a decent contrast to the suits or outfits you normally wore going out for work parties or client meetings. You grinned when you opened the door, seeing Mark very nicely but casually dressed, smirk playing on his face as he stood there in all black with just a simple green velour jacket, the same one he wore on stage that night you saw him do his solo. It made your heart race. He looked just as hot as when you saw him on stage; the same feeling you got gnawing at your insides. Something was different than when you saw him just a few minutes ago.

“I’m here to pick up someone special.” He giggled playfully, stepping in and you had to take a breath because he looked gorgeous. It was him in your hotel room again, but this time you were alone, and it surprised you, but exciting all the same. He snaked his hands around your waist and pulled you in tight, pressing his lips to yours in a bold move considering it was Mark. You parted your lips slightly into the kiss, but something felt different, Mark felt more relaxed than he ever had with you before and it felt good.

Mark’s warm body pressed against yours and you almost worried that getting dressed was useless, but you had to push it to the back of your mind, snaking your hands up to cup his cheeks. There was something different in the kiss, like Mark was finding something in you that he had been searching years for. You couldn’t believe he seemed to want you so badly, even if it was just kissing. But when he bit gently on your lip and tugged, pulling a soft whine from your throat, you knew it was more. Something in you told you to stop him, but you ignored it, wanting to enjoy yourself because you wanted it just like he did. You hadn’t felt the passion since before your second restaurant opened and you missed the human touch like that so desperately. You didn’t ever have the time for hookups, but right then it felt like you had all the time in the world, kissing him was all you had time for, even if your other friends were probably ready to go.

“Aren’t they waiting on us?” You whispered, feeling his lips trail down your neck. It felt hot, breathy gasps coming out of your mouth and you felt your eyes roll back at the soft feeling of his tongue along your skin, little nips and kisses making you feel like the only two in the world. He ignored your question, backing you up until you felt your calves hit the foot of the bed. You gulped, feeling wrong for letting him indulge in you, but you couldn’t make yourself stop him. You wanted it just as bad as he seemed to. You felt his hands go lower, gently but nervously trailing down to your ass, soft touches making you feel delicate. You gasped a little, swallowing and moving his face to put his lips back to yours. “You sure about this?” You whispered against his lips, moaning softly into his mouth as he led you back to lay on the bed.

“Yeah,” He answered simply, smiling against your mouth again as he asked for entrance with his tongue, easily opening your mouth to accommodate. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t kissed him like that before, electricity passing through you with each stroke of your tongue against his. He felt so good, hands moving back up to push your shirt up. He giggled nervously, asking permission with his eyes and you easily nodded. “Are you alright with this?” He asked, eyes hooded and fiddling playfully with the hem as he pushed it gently up your skin, soft gasps as you tried to calm yourself down because fuck, it was really happening.

You vocalized your thoughts before you could think. “I can’t believe this is happening.” You whispered, feeling his mouth back on your neck the second he had your shirt off.

“Me either, I haven’t, um, had this in a long time.” He swallowed nervously, his vision going foggy when his eyes had purchase on your chest that he seemed too scared to touch. A blush tinted his cheeks further when you pulled his face to look at him instead.

“I hope it’s okay.” You whispered before you could stop yourself, your own face feeling hot as he kissed you harder, with more want than before. You felt so connected and you were too distracted to feel guilty, paying more attention to the fingers dancing on your thighs and between your legs, gasping when you felt him attempt to rub through your leggings. The pressure felt nice, sacred, like a god was touching you, but you wanted more, squeezing your legs around his hand and trying to get him to better focus on kissing you.

“More kissing please.” You whispered against his lips, his hand pulling away to soothe over your hips. You sighed, pressing your tongue boldly into his mouth and hearing him moan the quietest noise. You had him, but you made him nervous, you could tell. You were the older one and you knew that made him even more scared.

“I-I don’t know what to do.” He spoke nervously, catching your eyes and you could see just how flushed he was. His face had makeup on it that definitely needed to be touched up and it drove you crazy that it was because of you. “Can you, um, guide me, like, with what you like? I-“ You interrupted him by touching his hand, biting your lip with a soft smile.

You reached down to his hand to guide him, it felt like you were on autopilot again, slipping his hand under your waistband and your heart felt like it was going to burst any second. He slipped his own hand under the waistband of your underwear and your eyes found the ceiling, nervously hoping that it would be okay. Sex made you scared. You didn’t have the best experiences, but you prayed that Mark would be gentle. When his fingers glazed over your clit and gave you small soft circles, your prayers were answered, spreading your legs just a little more as you reached up to crash your lips together harshly, feeling his fingers drag down your slit and you didn’t even realize how wet you were, nerves making breathing even harder to remember how to do.

“Fuck,” you heard him whisper against your mouth, gently dipping his finger inside of you easily and making you gasp when he curled it inside. He scooted you back up to lean against the headboard, moaning softly when he slipped a second finger inside, your whimpers edging him on to keep curling them inside of you, quickly finding your g-spot and making your vision blur. “You’re so wet,” He spoke breathily, his arousal apparent against your leg when you nudged it against him.

Your leggings felt hot and you had to get them off, pulling your hands away from Mark to push them off rapidly along with your underwear, tossing them to the floor and leaving your lower half exposed as well. He didn’t stop his ministrations, cocky smile on his lips when you looked at him. You swallowed thickly, feeling like you were on a cloud as his fingers worked inside you, hips moving along with his hands. “You’re so, fuck,” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, lips attaching to yours again as you panted, grabbing at his wrist to get him to slow down. He didn’t seem too interested in that idea, only pushing you a little further. “I love doing this,” he told you, eyes catching yours and you had to take in a breath of air. It was too hot.

“I-I think I’m gonna come,” You warned quietly, feeling the heel of his palm move against your clit and the moan that came from you only pushed him further. He pulled his fingers from you, scooted down the bed and settled between your legs with a smirk. His mouth was on you immediately and you gasped loudly, his tongue playing games on your clit and when he pressed the flat of it against you, you arched your back, feeling an orgasm rush through you. “Fuck, Mark.” you whimpered. He grabbed your hands, tangling your fingers together as he rode you through your high and gave you soft kitten licks down your slit, giggling as he was proud of himself, you could tell. It took a moment to come back to reality, Mark laying at your side and gently playing with your fingers as you tried to come down.

Once you came to, you weren’t sure what came over you. You saw nerves come over his face and you couldn’t help but giggle, straddling his lap and placing a hand gently over his crotch and for a split second you felt bad for starting on your way to ruining such a wonderful outfit, but you weren’t bothered enough to stop. You kissed him for the millionth time, tongue fighting for dominance in his mouth and it felt better than you could’ve imagined. You felt him gasp into your mouth when you undid his belt and zipper, immediately tucking your hands into his jeans to wrap around his length.

You bit his lip and definitely felt like you were the only person presented with this opportunity. You gladly took it, stroking him and feeling his chest rise, eyes closed and continuing to messily kiss you, his hands grasping at your thighs and squeezing to ground himself. He didn’t speak, he was quieter than he had been since you met him. You sighed, loving the way he felt in your hand. You tugged gently on his lip with your teeth, pulling his arousal out of his boxers and he gasped lightly at the air hitting him. You wanted to look down and see exactly what you were in for but comforting him with kisses felt like a better idea.

He lasted a lot shorter than you expected, but you weren’t surprised, enjoying making him feel good enough to come so fast. You felt proud, his mess sticky on your thigh and you were quite impressed that he’d managed to avoid his clothes, which excited you because he looked perfect, all fucked out in the face and looking at you dreamily. You giggled, tucking him back into his pants.

You could tell he was perfectly content with not going any further. It didn’t quite feel right yet. You watched him get up on wobbly legs, giggling to himself all the way to the bathroom to grab you a towel. He blushed harshly when he saw you still sitting on the bed, naked with his come on your thigh. You blushed as well, giggle coming out of your mouth and you had to admit even just looking at him again made you feel good, so perfect and beautiful and someone you’d looked up to for a while. He sat next to you, damp towel in his hand while he giggled, easily cleaning your thigh off and trying his best to clean up the small mess on the bed sheets.

You had a thought, grinning to yourself. “Well, you’re definitely absolutely fully capable.” There was no way in hell you were going to stop yourself from making that joke, giggling harshly when you heard him groan.

“Well that’s good to know because it feels like I’ve only been imagining doing that shit for years.” You liked when he swore, you noted. He laughed, shaking his head and tracing his fingers along your hips and sides. You hadn’t gotten back dressed yet, spooning with your back against Mark and playing with his arm while he fiddled. You snorted, sighing contentedly. “But you really cannot make that joke after sex.” He teased, squeezing your waist lightly.

“Good thing we didn’t have sex then.” You smirked, looking back at him with a quirked eyebrow. “I’m one hundred percent willing to snatch your soul, then make a joke and have you hate me afterward.”

“Please, say less.” You heard him say nervously, nuzzling his face into your neck. You could tell he was spent, but it was also fun to play with him. “Maybe we can one day, though, hm?” He asked sleepily, peppering soft kisses under your ear.

“I mean, I’m game.” You bit your lip, not believing how bold your words were coming out. You definitely had the upper hand, but he did surprise you just a little sometimes.

“Yeah?” He whispered quietly, making you gasp when he placed a hand over your chest, gently thumbing over your nipple. You felt heat rush to your core again, closing your eyes and trying to push it away. “I’ve never wanted someone like I wanted you.” He spoke seriously, gravelly voice making you almost whimper from the effect it had on you. You whimpered just a little when you felt his teeth on your skin, not expecting him to bounce back so quickly. You reached up, unable to take it anymore as you grabbed his hand and put it between your legs again, guiding his fingers to rub against your clit. You breathed harshly, eyes screwing shut as he gave soft delicate strokes to the bundle of nerves. “You’re so good.” You loved the praise as much as you loved praising Mark. You felt like you were in heaven, eyes rolling to the back of your head until-

“Okay, okay, okay! Guys, we’re all ready!” Lucas’s booming voice was heard in the hallway, pulling you out of your daze and aching core for Mark. You heard ferocious bangs on the door, but Mark didn’t stop, only speeding up his fingers and making you gasp even harder. More bangs on the door finally stopped him and he pulled his hand away with a defeated groan, giving a light pat to your tummy with a kiss on the cheek. He yanked himself out of bed easily, grabbing your stray clothing items and tossing them your way with a shy smile. You ignored the arousal you had, it could wait.

“Get dressed, baby!” The pet name made your heart throb. He grinned, gently tossing your clothes toward you and when you sat up, he gave you a light peck on the lips, running quickly to the bathroom as he shouted “Just a minute!” at the door, multiple voices of laughter could be heard and you thought you could die from embarrassment. You pulled your shirt back on quickly, then followed with your leggings. Mark came back out, huge grin on his face and it made your heart melt.

“God, you’re cute.” You told him, seeing his eyes glance down at the slick between your legs as you pulled your underwear and leggings on. You felt your cheeks heat up and felt so good in that moment. He wanted you and you were glad to let him have you. Eventually at least.

“I mean, I try.” He giggled bashfully, bouncing on his toes excitedly as he watched you pick your hat up from the ground, not even realizing it had been tossed off. You laughed a bit, feeling like a little kid in a candy shop. Mark was all the candy you needed. You heard more banging on the door, hardly paying any attention to it.

“Hurry up, lovebirds!” You heard Ten’s singsong voice and sounds you knew as Taemin’s laugher through the door. It was oddly calming and made you feel even better. It felt like you were in a high, the world surrounding you felt so surreal. You bit your lip, looking over at a starry-eyed Mark. He looked so proud, like he’d just won a medal. You had to say something.

“Also, I have to point out, you’re also really good at like, everything you did.” You had to remind him, seeing him flush made you feel good, giggling to yourself as he readjusted his pants and made sure he looked okay in the hotel mirror. The room was much less nice than the last one you stayed in, but Mark didn’t seem to mind and that felt good too. Before you fixed your makeup, you kissed him firmly on the lips, seeing his eyebrow quirk up.

“I’m gonna get the door.” He whispered between your kiss and one he pressed to your hand that he brought up to his face. It felt more intimate and loving than it should have, but you played it off as just him being sweet. You smoothed out your foundation and reapplied your lip balm, feeling satisfied with how you looked when everyone walked in.

“Well, someone looks nice!” Ten told you, giggling and stepping to where the mirror was in your room. “Actually, it’s me.” He laughed, grinning widely. “So, are you guys ready?” He asked, making you and Mark look at each other, dumb dopey smiles played on your faces.

“Yeah, I, uh, think so.” Mark giggled and reached over to gently grab your hand in his. “Ready?”

You nodded, sighing contentedly when all three of the boys complimented you. They had a habit of doing that. It was innocent, but sweet, nonetheless. They made you feel important. Nothing like compliments from famous boys, they made you feel more validated than anyone. It shouldn’t have been that way, but a boost to your self-esteem was never the worst thing ever.

“You know? Ive been hanging out with you guys for what? Five days?” You asked, sighing contently as they each laughed softly.

“I mean I guess you’re the eighth member of SuperM now.” Ten joked, causing the four of them to erupt in laughter and you felt good, squeezing Mark’s hand as you made your way down the hallway.

“Hm, I guess so. I can’t sing, dance, write, or anything, but I guess I can make jokes.” You laughed again, making Lucas cackle loudly in the hallway. It made you smile, it felt like you were in a daze. You felt like a part of them, you felt like you belonged there with them and that was rare for you to feel, even with close friends sometimes you didn’t quite fit just right, but these boys never made you feel alone and you loved it. Part of you wished you’d spent more time with Baekhyun or Jongin or Taeyong, but you were still perfectly content with the four you knew. They made you feel so close so fast, like you’d found a new group of friends you could relate to. They felt so judgement free when you knew they were the center of harsh judgement back in Korea. It was sweet.

They took you bowling. They put you on a team with Lucas and Ten while Mark and Taemin were on the other team, ready to destroy the three of you. “We’ll take it easy on you, princess.” Taemin teased you, making you roll your eyes and look over at Ten, who easily scoffed at his boyfriend.

“You never win anything, and Mark has no coordination.” Ten snapped back, shrugging and picking his ball. He was coming with clapbacks easily against the eldest of your group. “At least between the two of us, there’s like 4 braincells. The two of you share one.” Ten was giggling to himself, laughing harder when Lucas made a disappointed face.

“What do you mean the two of us?” Lucas pouted, trying to be cute to get on Ten’s good side. The latter snorted.

“Not you, baby. You’re… on another level.” Ten grinned, making Lucas laugh back in response.

“God, you guys are mean to each other!” You spoke playfully, choosing your own ball to put into the game. “My friends always tell each other we love each other and then call one another a bitch when we’re away.” You laughed along, seeing Lucas shrug in your direction.

“Kun-ge says I have no braincells too, its normal.” Lucas told you, nudging your arm. For a second you forgot that the other members existed, smiling when he mentioned another member. It made you happy to hear that they so gladly talked about and to each other freely. You were glad they were close even when they weren’t together. “What are you smiling about?” Lucas interrupted your thoughts, nudging your side. You couldn’t exactly tell him what was on your brain.

“Just,” you started, sighing happily. “I love hanging out with you guys, you’re all so fun.” You giggled, glancing over at Mark who looked so happy to just be here. It felt good to see him enjoying himself.

“Ah, is that what it is?” Lucas asked, leaning against the table you were sitting at. You felt it move slightly and it almost scared you how big he suddenly seemed. A gentle giant. Lucas was much sweeter than you expected him to be. He pulled you from your thoughts again, sweet but low voice cutting through your brain. “You like Mark?” He asked, nudging you and giving you the most playful smile.

You sighed, feeling a blush creep across your cheeks, feeling yourself get weak the second you heard his voice. He didn’t feel real. Maybe this was just some really good dream you didn’t know how to wake up from. “Yeah, I think I do.” You saw Lucas smile, nodding and gently placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you. From what? You weren’t sure. You were positive he was just being nice, but it was comforting, nonetheless. “It’s so crazy to think we’ve only hung out for a few days, but it feels like a lifetime.” You sighed, feeling your cheeks warm even more as you looked over at Mark, who was currently warming up and pretending to throw the ball with Taemin. You vaguely remembered how Chanyeol and Jaehyun had gone bowling in the idol Olympics previously, and a giggle came from your mouth, smiling at the similarities and almost a little surprised at the fact that they all seemed so competitive. It was enjoyable to see Ten teasing the other boys, attempting to tear down their egos all while Taemin looked amused, quirking an eyebrow up at his boyfriend who seemed unaffected. You watched Ten stomp over to you, grin wide on his face, but you could tell he was ready to stomp Taemin and Mark into the ground. You knew he loved winning.

“Come on, it’s go time.” Ten told you, gesturing that it was your turn to first throw the ball. “Make it count, babe.” Ten giggled, nudging you forward. You looked back at Mark who was cheering you on, getting a small smack on the shoulder from Taemin who told him he can’t cheer for the competition. Mark easily chose to ignore him, shouting readily at you as you attempted to get into position and ready to start the game off well. You were the first to go, so it was a lot of pressure.

“You got this! Lets get it!” Mark made you laugh loudly, shaking your head and grinning as you tried to focus. You set your arms up and quickly tossed the ball, biting your lip and hoping for the best. You heard him shout out a “whoop, whoop!” before you even saw the pins, looking up and gasping when you saw you’d knocked 9 pins down, only leaving one for the option of the strike. You had to do it, positioning yourself again and tossing the ball once more, biting your lip as the ball actually made the perfect path toward the pin, making everyone start cheering for you. It felt good.

You scored a strike, causing Ten to walk up to you and dramatically kiss you on the cheek, his proud mother energy jumping out and making you snort again. “God, I love you!” Ten said, patting your back playfully and fully ready to see Taemin strike out. Ten was all for them losing, it excited him.

“Hey, that’s Mark’s job!” Lucas loud-capped his friend, giggling when he saw Mark covering his eyes with his hands. He couldn’t believe that Lucas has just said that out loud, but you didn’t mind. It made you feel good. Everything the boys did made you feel good, you wondered again what you did to deserve being with them, it was a thought that plagued your mind constantly and the fact that everything moved so fast made you worry that it was just an extreme fever dream and you’d wake up in your bed in an actual reality. Taemin and Ten were cracking up laughing at him, but you saw Mark red faced and smiling shyly when you looked over at him.

“I’m so sorry for his outbursts.” You laughed harder, walking over to him and feeling him slip his arm around your waist.

“He’s really funny, give him credit.” You teased, seeing Mark shake his head and relax into you. “I think collectively you all have 4 braincells, two of them belong to ten, one and a half belong to you, one half is with Taemin.” You snorted, hearing Mark burst into laughter.

“Hey, now, no fraternizing with the enemy.” Lucas pouted jokingly, crossing his arms as Ten and Taemin both threw their balls at the same time, obvious competition between the two of them. You loved their relationship dynamic; it was nice to see them together. They both ended up making bad scores, Taemin only hitting two pins total in both throws and Ten ending up with only three pins and a gutter. You and Mark both sighed together, shaking your heads and laughing at the chaos unfolding in front of you, Mark’s hand still around your waist.

“Your turn.” Taemin said through laughter, nudging Mark’s arm and laughing at himself.

“Gotta go now, my forbidden love.” Mark joked, pecking you lightly on the lips and you felt like it was almost too sweet, uncomfortably sweet.

“God, no don’t say that.” You told him, hearing his laughter as he walked over. “I’ll never be forbidden.” He was incredibly cute, almost too cute. You felt a little conflicted. You were weird with public displays of affection, feeling slightly awkward that he was so willing to be sweet and cheesy in front of his friends, but you tried to push it off and act normal. That was your first fear with Mark. It made you feel horrible because he was genuinely so nice. You swallowed a bit, hoping he wouldn’t get too soft and sweet with each other that often. It wasn’t who you were, and it made you feel weird, but you tried your hardest to push it to the back of your mind. You watched him throw the ball and end up with seven pins, giving his team 9 in total, so you were still very much in the lead after Lucas took a gutter.

“He’s not brawn or brains.” Ten explained to you, making you snort and sit back down on your side of the lanes, facing directly across from Mark, who was fidgeting in his chair like a child as he watched Taemin take his turn.

“That’s okay, he’s funny and that’s what matters.” You heard Ten and Lucas both laugh at your joke. “The muscles are purely for comedic affect right?” You grinned, hearing Ten snort loudly and Lucas’s pout was soft. “They seem a little pointless.”

“See, at least someone thinks I’m funny!” Lucas patted you on the back and you felt soft, happy at how close you felt like you were getting. It felt nice to find someone who didn’t care or know about your mild fame, just playing a simple game of bowling after hours. Your fame was selective, yes, but you still had a name around the places you’d opened restaurants. You got crowded by fans, even if it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was for the boys you were with, but you felt like you could really relate to them; just sitting around and enjoying the game with people who didn’t see you as an object or liked you for your money or to make themselves feel important and you slightly worried that you had only seen them as objects before. You felt like you saw them in a different light than normal, maybe hanging out with them was what you needed to not feel like an obsessive fan. To see them as people similar to your level was a gift more than any.

You couldn’t believe idols made you feel normal than people you grew up with, sitting and enjoying yourself felt foreign, in disbelief that work wasn’t a problem.

Until the phone call.

You had to leave, kicking off your shoes quickly and making your way to a quieter common area with one shoe in hand as you tried to focus on the words through your phone. You broke down into soft sobs when you were gently told that one of your workers was tragically killed in a car accident. You were needed back home.

You tried to keep up the mood, but everyone could tell something was wrong. Mark made his way over to you, grabbing your hand and gently pulling you to a more secluded place. “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, cupping your cheeks and even though it felt weird to be touched in public like that, you allowed it, letting tears gently fall from your face and trying to be quiet in order not to cause a scene.

“One of my managers.. My.. friend.. Just got into an accident.” You told him through sniffles, reaching up to dab your tears away. “She-she’s dead. I’m sorry, I- I need to go outside.” You swallowed, trying to calm down just a little.

“Baby,” He sighed softly, pulling you into a hug.

“Yeah?” You sniffled again, letting his arms embrace you as you kept your own arms by your sides. You didn’t have the strength to wrap your own arms around him, sitting in defeat and feeling like it was all your fault. Someone died and it felt like it was your fault. It was a feeling that was nagging at you.

“You’ve got one shoe on.” He told you, making you slightly laugh, another tear falling from your eyes. “Where’s your shoe?” He asked, pouting as he pulled away to cup your cheeks again. It felt weirdly relaxing to be treated so tenderly. You felt a little off and a joke was nagging at your insides in the most awkward of moments.

“The bowling alley needed a sacrifice. I gave it my left shoe.” You joked, wiping your tears again when you felt Mark laugh, shaking his head and placing a small kiss to your forehead.

“Give me a second.” He grinned, stepping away from you only to return with your shoe and jacket in hand. “Let’s get you home okay?” You could tell he was a little disappointed, walking you outside to wait as the boys got ready to leave. They didn’t at all mind leaving so you could be more comfortable, and you thought that was sweet of them. They reminded you they had plenty of time to do other things and bowl some more in the future. They even hoped you’d join them again. It oddly felt good that they were wanting to continue including you, even if you ruined their night. You hoped you didn’t, but it was hard to feel that way.

You spent nearly the whole night crying in your hotel room, sobbing into Mark’s chest and trying to come to terms with the fact that not only had you lost one of your workers, but your friend who had been with you from the beginning of your restaurant experience. Hannah was the general manager of both uptown stores in Los Angeles and on the way home that night, a drunk driver had fatally crashed into her car. You were torn on what to be more upset about: having to find someone to tragically take her place; an ache that felt heavy in your chest, or being upset that you had to leave Mark to handle the situation. It felt unreal and you felt selfish. You’d forgotten about your work for days and you had stretched it too far. It felt like it was your fault. She was working later hours because she wanted you to have a good time, so it felt wrong to even still be gone. You couldn’t believe it.

“Mark, I have to go home.” You sniffled, grabbing a hold of his t-shirt as he ran his fingers through your hair, trying to comfort you as best as he could. You could tell he didn’t know how to handle the situation, but he was trying his best and he made you feel better.

“It’s okay, it really is.” He reminded you, kissing the top of your head over and over again. He hardly knew you on a level to assist and treat you like he was. He was so kind, and you didn’t understand why. You didn’t feel like you deserved it. You’d been lying about what you knew this whole time and the guilt was getting to you in the moment. Before, it was just a passing thought when he mentioned fans and how he was treated, but it was nagging at you. You hoped it wouldn’t come down on you. Maybe it was because you were blaming yourself for someone dying and it was cruel karma coming to haunt you. You stayed silent, trying to relax in Mark’s arms. “You could come visit us before we go home.” He said quietly and you swallowed, forgetting that he did in fact live in another country. That was eating you alive too and if it were to ever go any further with Mark, you’d have to settle for a long-distance relationship and it didn’t seem realistic. It was nagging at your soul and you didn’t know how to say it, so you tried your best to stay calm in the crisis of your brain.

“I’ve had a really good time with you.” You felt like it was moving too fast. You knew it was moving too fast, but you didn’t care. Time was different when it was with Mark, your head was spinning and you felt a few tears well up in your eyes and hoped Mark would pass them off as being upset about what you should’ve been more upset about, which was your friend. You should’ve been less selfish, but you couldn’t help it. It all came crashing down at once and you couldn’t stop it.

You looked over at the boy you were snuggled up in bed with and felt like your whole world was lying down in bed with you, soft eyes met his and he didn’t hesitate to kiss you, a gentle press of lips trying to tell you that it would all be okay, but you knew better. You kissed him back harder, not wanting to let go and you pulled him closer by his cheek, his arms wrapping around your figure and holding you like you were precious to him. You felt needed in that moment. Maybe Mark needed you like you needed him. He was a new experience. You sighed into his kiss, feeling him trace soft circles into the small of your back. He moved his lips and kissed across your face, kissing all the tears and part of your worry away. You needed him and that scared you.

You were pulled out of your head with a knock on the door and in a second it was open, Ten quickly explaining that Mark had left your extra keycard in their room and they wanted to check on you because it had been hours since they heard from you. Mark pulled his face away from yours but still had you in his embrace as Ten and Taemin entered the room and sat at the edge of the bed, both comforting you by laying their hands on your legs through the blanket. It felt weird being around them in your pyjamas and not at all dressed up, but you didn’t care much.

More knocks were on the door and Ten made his way to the door to allow a few faces you hardly saw with Lucas enter the room. You laid eyes on Taeyong and Jongin for the first time outside of the concert and dinner and it felt almost unreal for them to come in, but they entered with soft and tender bare faces and were there to comfort you as well. You felt better, Taeyong coming over to rub your shoulder.

Jongin offered a small smile, waving and coming to give you a small hug from your bed.

“Hi, I’m Taeyong, nice to meet you again.” He introduced himself, but he didn’t need to. His soft voice was even more gentle in person, handing you a few napkins and a bag full of snacks. You saw a white-headed boy slip in the door. “and Baekhyun-hyung.” Baekhyun waved at you, the pair individually coming to give you soft hugs and comfort you in your time of need. It felt odd that they were the ones hugging you, you felt like the more famous one now, them taking their time out of scheduling to comfort you and give you their time. “Sorry we haven’t been around much; we’ve been a little busy.” Taeyong shrugged shyly, rubbing your shoulder before retracting to his friends. You could feel Mark relax a little bit.

“We didn’t get a chance to explain last time, but Taeyong is in NCT with me, Baekhyun and Jongin are in EXO.” Mark told you, making you grin because it was adorable that he thought in all the research you had him convinced you did, he still felt the need to explain. It made your heart warm. “We’re all in the same company and they wanted to make SuperM with all of us in it.” You nodded sweetly.

“It’s really, I mean seriously, really nice to meet you all. You didn’t have to do all this, honestly.”

“It’s no problem, seriously,” Ten reminded you, squeezing your leg in promise. “We thought you needed some company. We all wanted to say our goodbyes.”

“Well hopefully it won’t be the last time I see you guys, right?” You only got mild shrugs and that worried you, but it was something you’d return to later. You didn’t want to overthink anything right then, it was too hard.

“We thought we should throw you a little going away party, get your mind off things, yeah?” Baekhyun said sweetly, handing you a cheap but sweet bouquet of flowers and you had to giggle, pulling yourself out of Mark’s grip to see his smile. He looked just as happy as you, feeling like people he cared about were all in the same room, like it was a huge important moment in his life. It was only a brief meeting with him, but you were happy. You saw Baekhyun, Jongin, and Taeyong sit on the other bed, setting out a few RedBox movies. The most American thing they could do, so it was amusing, but still meant the world. You giggled at their selection of horror films and sweet romance movies. There were about four DVDs and you couldn’t care less about what they were. They were there to spend time with you and that’s what mattered.

“We brought, um, movies!” Jongin said shyly, kicking off his shoes and sitting cross-legged on the bed. Lucas pulled out his laptop from his bag and went over to set it on the TV stand to plug into the television monitor.

“We couldn’t say goodbye just like that!” Lucas reminded you, making you giggle. “We thought you might need some extra company!” He was right, you did. You felt even more important in that moment, laying contently with Mark

You were sitting in a hotel room with the people you’ve looked up to for years, you should’ve been the happiest person in the world, but the situation was nagging at you and it didn’t feel right. You tried to push it off as Lucas picked watching Paranormal Activity, excitedly popping popcorn in the hotel microwave as he danced his way around the suite. He had a habit of making everyone laugh, he was good comedic relief. “I told you guys he was funny.” You reminded, snuggling your head into Mark’s neck as the credits played and Lucas continued to make a scene. It was entertaining to say the least.

“He’s annoying is what he is.” Ten spoke playfully, causing everyone in the room to erupt into laughter, making Lucas pout dramatically, coming over to lay on top of Ten and Taemin both. You loved their chemistry, it made you so happy to see them enjoying themselves.

“You’re not annoying to me.” You told Lucas and everyone else was laughing again. “I count, right?”

“I like you, you’re nice.” Lucas grinned, immediately jumping up when the microwave beeped and running full force over to it to grab the bags. He made two for each bed, equally handing them out.

“At least someone can entertain him.” Baekhyun played along, grinning and taking a sip from his drink. “No, it’s all jokes. We love you, Xuxi.” Lucas giggled again and moved himself to the opposite bed with the other members.

“Sometimes.” Taeyong added. You felt like a part of the family, feeling Mark play with your hair as he relaxed. The room went dark from Jongin turning the lights off. It felt calming and your worries were pushed to the back of your head.

“God, I love horror movies.” Taemin added once the title menu came on, bouncing excitedly as he ate from one bag of popcorn for he and Ten. Ten continued to gently rub your leg through the blanket and relaxed at the edge of your bed with his boyfriend. You’d learned so much about them and you didn’t want it to stop. It scared you that this would all be a distant memory, but you pushed it off as best as you could, just to reminisce in the moment for just a while longer.

The movie played as everyone remained silent. You were sure they didn’t know how to comfort you or offer support, so the silence was sweet. It was about halfway over when you felt Mark snuggle even closer to you, not minding PDA for once in your life. You smiled tiredly, trying to hold onto your last moments with him because you hadn’t even decided when you were leaving yet. You knew you’d have to leave as soon as possible, but since they were in town for a few days, maybe you’d have a little more time tomorrow. Mark pulled you from your thoughts with a quiet whisper. “I’m gonna miss you.” You felt tears well up in your eyes, silently sniffling and trying to keep yourself calm, but it was a tipping point and you weren’t sure how to come back from it.

You looked at him, teary eyed. “I’m gonna miss you too.” You whispered, choking up as you spoke. Ten must’ve heard it, because he squeezed your leg comfortingly with soft strokes, nuzzling his head into your leg and you saw him grab Taemin’s hand. You loved their relationship and your whole world had changed in a matter of a few days. It felt unreal. You were tired, but you didn’t want the night to end. It was the most you’d felt important in a long time to people who weren’t only after you for fame, money, or investments. You felt like you had new friends that had nothing to do with business and that was pure bliss. You didn’t even realize when you’d fallen asleep.

-

You woke up the next morning still tangled in Mark’s arms in an otherwise empty room and it was about the best you’d slept in years. The sweetness of seeing his face close to yours first thing in the morning was incomparable. You brushed his hair out of his face and thumbed over his cheek with your body in his sleeping arms. You sighed sleepily, nuzzling your face back into his neck comfortably and you felt him shift awake, not saying anything even if he was conscious. You laid there for a moment, just staying in his embrace was more than you could ever ask for, but the thought of having to leave was nagging in your brain. It felt wrong. Seven days now. Seven days ago you met this precious boy that felt like he had changed your life.

Seven days ago you made him sleep on a hotel bathroom floor with you and you just woke up in his arms. Seven days ago he was Mark from NCT and today he was a possible love interest. You couldn’t help but feel at least a little excited. You hadn’t forgotten about the fact that you had to leave or why, but it felt different to have people you loved so specially comforting you. You felt like you didn’t deserve it, but you weren’t questioning it anymore. You had to live in the moment.

“Good morning.” Mark spoke groggily, sighing into your neck and placing a kiss under your ear that felt way too intimate to be real. He continued kissing your neck lazily, innocent pecks that felt like electricity on your skin. He always made you feel like his touches were charged, lighting your skin up and sighing into his affection.

“Good morning.” You spoke softly, closing your eyes and letting his lips smooth over your raised skin. He left goosebumps in his trace, soft noises as you pressed your body closer to his. You loved his warmth, feeling the blankets shift over the both of you and you knew you would miss his touch, his fingertips tracing underneath your shirt, tickling your skin but it felt good. He felt good, amazing even. You felt selfish, keeping him in bed when he should be getting ready for the concert. You still had to buy your plane ticket home, but for now you were trying to push those thoughts away, relax into the boy who felt like he’d give you the world.

You felt Mark suck lightly on your neck, surprised and jumping slightly at the action, but his tongue felt good as it soothed the bruise he was trying to make. It was too early to push him away and you didn’t want to, basking in the glory of him wanting your touch, just to be close to you. “What are you doing?” You playfully asked, giggling as he pulled his face away with a dopey smile.

“Um, I think I’m, uh, kissing you?” He said softly, his cheeks bright red as he tried to be confident, but it wasn’t exactly his forte. You didn’t mind, pressing a soft kiss to his lips and trying not to get too intimate, not sure exactly what his actions were inciting, but kissing in the morning felt so different, lips gently pressing over and over again against each other until you tried to part your lips, feeling him pull away suddenly. “Wait, I-I haven’t brushed my teeth.” He made you giggle, shaking your head and sighing at him.

“Go brush your teeth then.”

“Brush them with me.” He said sweetly, voice bathed in childish wonder, grinning at you. You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of his grip and slinking out of the bed and over to the sink where you pulled out the toothbrush he’d used before and pulling out your own. You had a weird feeling it would happen again and even though keeping the toothbrush he used felt odd, you hadn’t even thought much about it, but you thanked yourself for doing it. It was the most tender and innocent thing you could do, standing there together in the mirror and brushing your teeth. It felt right. It felt like you were a couple living their married life. You could only dream.

You wanted to bask in it; seeing him step closer to lay his free arm across the small of your back. He stood there for a second while both of you brushed thoroughly, smiling at yourself in the mirror. You felt his hand slide lower, gentle hand giving a soft squeeze to your ass when you saw his eyebrow quirk up. You could tell he was trying to not act nervous, but when you saw the blush on his cheeks and the slight raised outline in his boxers, you felt your stomach get tight. You smiled, reaching your own hand over to slide your palm over it, hearing him choke just slightly at the sudden feeling, looking at you with sweet, needy eyes. You gently massaged over his arousal, grinning before pulling away to finish and rinse your mouth out. Mark followed, shyly cleaning himself up. He looked shyly at you, apples of his cheeks bright red and he was clearly feeling embarrassed.

It was silent, but it was a happy silence, reaching over to grab his hand and tug him back to the bed, immediately pulling the covers over the both of you as you tangled your legs together. You heard him clear his throat, feeling his arousal on your thigh but choosing to ignore it for the time being. You could tell he was embarrassed about it, biting his lip and grazing his eyes over your face.

“What are you waiting on?” You asked, smiling and slightly biting your lip as well.

“I’m just.. looking at you. Um, you’re, um, really beautiful, okay?” You felt your heart pound, reaching up to grab his cheeks and pull his face to you, giving him a hard, open-mouthed kiss, his tongue easily sliding into your mouth and causing you to let out a soft moan into his. He kept his lower half still, just wanting to keep it at kissing because you could tell he was scared, reaching his hand to run through your hair and rest at the nape of your neck to pull you impossibly closer, fading away into the feeling that was Mark kissing you. You wondered how you’d gotten so hooked so quickly, but you shoved the thoughts away, reaching down to move his hand to your waist.

“Kiss my neck.” You whispered against his mouth, feeling his head move and the delicious feeling of his lips on your skin. You felt like you were weightless, giving into his touches as his fingers lightly danced under the hem of your shirt, tracing soft circles into your flesh. He was so gentle, sucking so tenderly on your neck. You could tell he wanted to relish in the moment, not moving further than your neck. You kind of enjoyed that he was so nervous, taking his time with you and making you feel so wanted.

“I-I’m so nervous.” He admitted, pressing another soft peck to your cheek and you felt your heart grow three times in size, wanting to protect and make him feel better. You knew how nerve-wracking this could be for him. It was scary to think that he might be terrified, but you picked his face up and placed another soft kiss on his lips.

“Then.. How about.. Just kissing for now, okay?” You told him and he nodded, hoping it would ease his nerves. “Until you feel more comfortable, yeah?” Mark was so nervous. You stayed like that for a while, his tongue exploring your mouth like it was a new planet, soft kitten flicks against your own. It felt good. Kissing Mark felt better than anyone else you’d kissed by a landslide and your body felt like Jell-O, melting into his arms and easily pulling him on top of you. Mark pulled away for a second and swallowed, giving you a shy smile before laying his head on your chest. It was a moment of intimacy you hadn’t yet shared, and it felt so new. You ran your fingers through his head of black hair, enjoying the feeling of his soft strands through your digits. You heard him sigh happily, nuzzling into the soft fabric of your t-shirt.

“You make me feel.. so happy.” Mark spoke, but his voice sounded defeated, making your chest ache in guilt. You wished you hadn’t made him feel so vulnerable, just as he made you feel. it felt wrong. You felt your eyes well up slightly with tears and you couldn’t help it. You felt like you’d fallen for this boy in just a few days and it was insane but being here with him was enough to ground you a little in an attempt to lengthen the time you had with him. It wouldn’t last forever, and you knew that. It was so soon into everything, but you felt like you were willing to risk it all for him.

“You make me feel happy too.” You told him, kissing the top of his forehead before he picked up his head and returned to your lips, hovering over your body in an attempt to get closer. You felt his arousal against your thigh and giggled, feeling him shift awkwardly.

“Sorry, it, it just happens sometimes.” You giggled at his explanation but cut him off with more kisses, continuing to lay in your bliss with him. You could tell he was embarrassed, but you had to assure him that it was fine. “Morning and all,” He lied through his teeth, giggling awkwardly.

“I don’t mind it, really.” You laid back down comfortably, sighing. You laid like that for a moment, running your fingers through his hair as you continued to make out. It was only a few minutes before he regained his confidence, slipping his tongue back into your mouth and crawling to hover over you. It only took a minute and it boosted your confidence to know that he wanted you so badly, but you didn’t mind his hesitation. “I kind of like it.” You swear you felt him shudder against you.

“I, uh, think I’m okay now.” He laughed, grinning and there was a hint of danger in his eyes. You tested the waters, slipping your thigh between his legs and heard him moan softly, letting him gently grind down against your clothes. It was a cute sight, seeing him so needy. You almost felt desperate, loving the way he made you feel. Someone having so much attraction to you so suddenly. It was moving way too fast, but the rush was like no other with Mark. You felt like your time was running out, reaching down to grab his hand and place it directly over your chest under the fabric, feeling his hand shake in yours as you guided him to massage the supple flesh, groaning into his mouth at the heated touches, soft thumb massaging over your nipple. He moved his other hand to go under your shirt as well, making you gasp and arch into his touch. You felt yourself getting wet and adrenaline was pumping through your veins. Your body was hot, feeling Mark’s lips travel down your neck, softly kissing your skin and not leaving marks. It didn’t feel appropriate.

He lifted your shirt and pulled your upper clothing over your head, putting his lips back to yours when you were only in bottoms. He loved the touch, skin to skin contact was his go-to.

He made you nervous, shaking hands stilling as he tried to gain his resolve and his kisses were slower. You put your hands over his and urged him to go further and that was all he needed, gently toying with your nipples and gaining another moan against his lips. “Mark?” You started, breathing heavy as you sat there, topless and vulnerable. “Do you want to have sex with me?” You heard him swallow, both opening your eyes slightly to look at each other through hooded eyelids.

“Yeah,” He nodded softly, kissing under your ear with the softest lips. “I would like that, yeah.” You grinned at his nervousness, reaching down to softly cup the bulge in his boxers. Your heart was racing, hearing his soft moans against your lips. “Only, if, um, If you, um, want to..” Your giggle was all he needed, grinding softly into your hand before moving his own to remove your bottoms and underwear, an awkward attempt to do for him. You could feel how shaky he was, but once his fingers were on you, slickness coating his digits. You could hear him gasp, slightly embarrassed that he was touching you. “God, you’re so wet, fuck.” You were reminded how much you loved when he swore. It felt so foreign, so not used to hearing idols curse like he did. You loved it, trying to pull his length out of his boxers with your own fumbling hands when he toyed at your clit, following exactly how you’d shown him to do.

“Please fuck me.” It slipped out of your mouth faster than you could stop it and you heard him audibly groan, his brain short circuiting as he tried to make you feel good. His fingers moved down to slip one inside of you, easily moving it and making you moan as he curled it forward, teasing you from not being quite enough. Either he was a natural, or he’d gotten really good practice, but when you felt him slide another in next to it and continuing, you were gasping for air. He smirked devilishly and that was almost the first time he felt confident enough to feel like he had the upper hand. He used his free hand to fully free himself from his boxers and easily sliding off his shirt one-handed. It was kind of impressive and extremely hot that he was able to do so while still making you feel fucking amazing.

You got a glance at his mostly naked body for the first time and it felt like heaven in the daylight of the window, your mouth nearly watering. He moved back to hover over you, giggling against your mouth again when you pulled him in for a harsh kiss. You reached down to pump his arousal a few times and you were only slightly nervous, feeling like he was possibly the most perfect size for you. He felt good in your hand and it was rare that you’d thought that before. He removed his fingers and you felt empty, but ready for him. You retracted your fingers and laid your arms beside you, ready as you spread your legs further for him to slide between. He lined himself up with your entrance and your heart was racing a million miles a minute. When he entered, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head and you were right. He was perfect, kissing you hard for a period of adjustment. You were wet enough that you didn’t need it, but it was nice to know he was so considerate, waiting just a moment before he pulled out slightly, snapping his hips back into you as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. He felt like a god, his warm body against yours and rocking his hips in perfect rhythm with yours, each thrust earning a light gasp. You reached your hands up to pull his face down to kiss you again.

“Fuck, you’re good.” You told him, edging him on and feeling his hands grip your waist firmly, passionate thrusts picked up slight rhythm and rocking his hips into you. It was hard not to ask him to fuck you into the mattress, but this was great for now. It was already about the best sex you’d ever had, and you’d be sure to mention it to him.

“God, you’re perfect.” He was sure to remind you through noises of his own, lifting your hips up to hit an even better angle and you thought you were seeing stars. You had to laugh when he struggled to kick the covers off of the bed but were pulled back in with a particularly intense thrust.

“Fuck, oh fuck.” You moaned, edging him on to keep going. You slipped your hand between the two of you to rub quickly at your clit and that took Mark by surprise, blinking and glancing down with a loud groan.

“You’re going to kill me, you know that?” You could tell he still had some innocence due to his surprise, snapping his hips harder into you and making sure to hit the angle you were most vocal about. You threw your head back into the pillow, gasping and you’d never felt like you were going to come so fast before in your life. You moaned louder and louder, feeling yourself continue to get closer and closer.

“Mark, Mark, fuck.” You warned, gasping softly and seeing him look directly into your eyes, needy and blurry vision as he continued his rhythm.

“Baby, I’m gonna come.” He warned, losing his resolve and his hips were moving sloppier and sloppier, but it felt so good you didn’t care. You were the first to come, having to cover your own mouth with a loud moan, shaking lightly under his touch as he continued, pulling your hand away from yourself and gripping at the bedsheets. You were spent and you felt him gasp, pulling out quickly and making sure he came on your stomach, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as he watched it splatter on your stomach. He was embarrassed that he’d come so hard, but you didn’t mind even a little bit. “Holy shit.” He laughed softly, nervousness and tiredness taking him over. He collapsed next to you to catch his breath, both of you panting messes as you stared at the ceiling. It took quite a bit of time to snap back into reality, but you decided it would be best to shower together. You know, to save water, you both joked, grinning and making sure one another was able to stand properly inside. You’d never showered with anyone before, so it was a new level experience. The intimacy was so different.

Once you were dry, you and Mark laid in bed for a while, tangled in comfortable clothes and enjoying each other’s arms. You had a lot to plan that day, but relaxing was more important in your brain. Everything else could wait for Mark. You found that out quickly.

Morning coffee turned to afternoon coffee with Mark and picking your plane tickets pulled a few tears from the both of you, but you still had one more night to spend with him and you tried to hint around at plans for seeing him again soon, but you were going to play it by ear until the funeral was over. It seemed like the best decision and it was nice to hear that Mark had wanted to pursue any further. You sat in a coffee shop for what felt like hours, just listening to each other and cracking jokes. You had no idea what had unfolded at the hotel room. You were in for it before you ever knew.

-

Baekhyun had seen something that night in the corner of his eyes as you all laid in bed. He saw a flicker of a light in your half-opened suitcase. It wasn’t uncommon knowledge that Baekhyun had a hard time with seeing his members in relationships. He knew that things went very wrong in the idol world, he’d been in the situation before and gotten crushed, but something bugged him about you. It felt suspicious that you had just so happened to find them at the store and seemingly had no issues remembering who everyone was so easily. Even his family had a hard time memorizing everyone in his groups for a while. You seemed nervous when seeing him, he remembered seeing you slightly amazed when you laid eyes on him for the first time. It seemed odd, but especially unlikely that you caught on so quickly and so easily let yourself follow around some boy in a band you never met before then. Most people wouldn’t follow a stranger like you followed Mark.

Something felt off. It might’ve been a little too nosey to worry about what he was seeing because after a few seconds the light stopped flickering, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wondered why the light was flashing green more than anything. Something didn’t feel right, but he would save it for the end of the movie. He didn’t want to intrude or dig while you were two feet away. It didn’t stop him when everyone else poured out of the room to leave a sleeping you and Mark in bed to spend your time together. Everyone agreed it would be best to leave you both there.

He wanted to know what was going on in your suitcase. It was sitting half open on the floor near the window, just enough for the beam of streetlights outside to crack through. He felt slightly guilty diving through your things, but it begged at his curiosity enough to check it out. If something was fishy, he was going to be the one to snoop. He, as quietly as possible, unzipped the remaining zipper of the suitcase and gently flipped it open, unveiling a collection of NCT, WayV EXO, and a Shinee lightstick. Maybe he was going crazy, but it didn’t seem like a coincidence. The WayV lightstick was by far the hardest to find and mostly had to be pre-ordered or specially found, so that was the one that had the most of his attention. Coincidence his ass.

He was pulled from his snooping when Taeyong lightly knocked on the door. “Baek-hyung?” his soft voice spoke and Baekhyun knew it was probably best if he left. Taeyong didn’t see Baekhyun leave with the others and he was concerned, he shouldn’t have stayed in there when he knew you and Mark were sleeping. Something didn’t feel right, Taeyong wanted to check on his senior. Baekhyun was slightly angry, but he would explore the options later. It seemed like a topic to research later.

It was the next day and Baekhyun was sure that you and Mark were gone, spending the last little bit of your time together until you had to leave. He had his idea. He was ready to investigate further, being sure he held onto the extra keycard to get back into your room when he had a free moment. He wanted to know what was up because he was extremely protective over his members. He’d been in the game long enough and as the leader, he felt responsible for knowing who his members were trusting themselves with. He was always skeptical of people in general, but something about the situation felt absolutely off.

He walked into the empty room with Taeyong, who was buzzing in his ear telling him how he didn’t think it was a good idea. Baekhyun shushed him, feeling like it was his right to know why he felt fishy about you. He got his answer when he opened the suitcase again, revealing all the lightsticks yet again tucked right up under your clothes. Baekhyun was in disbelief. Taeyong was confused, furrowing his brows and not understanding exactly what was unfolding in front of him. Your SuperM one wasn’t there, it was sitting nicely on the bedside table. Baekhyun rolled his eyes at that. Maybe packing your suitcase wasn’t the best moment to have that amount of variety. You knew what was in your suitcase, but you had easily avoided Mark ever seeing you go into it. It was much easier to hide than you thought, but because of a malfunction, you were being scoped out.

“Wait.. lightsticks? As in.. for a fan.. of us…?” Taeyong asked softly, wondering why Baekhyun looked so annoyed. He reached down to uncover the lightsticks, seeing another thing pointed out to him. It was an NCT keychain you’d ripped from your keys the second you got back to your hotel after you saw them there. You knew they hadn’t seen it on there in Walgreens, but you didn’t want to take any chances and tossed it in your suitcase the second you got back.

“Looks like it, doesn’t it?” Baekhyun grunted, aggravated and looking up at Taeyong, who obviously didn’t understand the depth of the situation, but if anyone were to ask him, Taeyong didn’t care so much. “we’ve been being lied to, just to get to Mark.” Baekhyun explained, seeing Taeyong frown. He felt sad that someone would even think of doing that to his friend, but he hoped that Baekhyun was just being dramatic and maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Baekhyun spotted your wallet, biting his lip and wondering if he should look inside. For some reason you hadn’t taken it out to lunch, only stuffed your credit card and ID into your phone case. Who knew you’d regret it later? Baekhyun checked inside, shaking his head with slight angry laughter. “There’s literally a photocard of Lucas in here.” He rolled his eyes again, annoyed and wondering how he’d let Mark get so far into this trap. “And there’s one of me too!” He felt even more annoyed.

Inside, Taeyong hoped it wasn’t that serious, but he had a heavy feeling that it definitely was as the case played out in front of him. Baekhyun did what he shouldn’t have done and pulled the photocard of his face out of the wallet while Taeyong wasn’t looking, he grabbed the damaged keychain from your suitcase and set the luggage back up exactly how it was. He shook his head. You also had an EXO pin connected to one of your jackets by the chair, but Taeyong quickly ripped it off and stuffed it into his pocket before Baekhyun could see it, he didn’t want Baekhyun to make any further moves and that would’ve been the icing on the cake.

Baekhyun frowned and he could tell Taeyong was disheartened, genuinely not expecting you to have hidden something like that. He always thought the best of people, but he was extremely confused in that moment. “So we’ve been being lied to?” Taeyong asked, his brows sad and furrowed at the explanation that Baekhyun was trying to unfold. You were in for it. There was a reason Baekhyun didn’t trust anybody. Even when Chanyeol made friends in Dallas a couple years ago, he felt iffy. He normally was fine with fans, happy to indulge, yet of course very wary about how things could go.

“I think so. And they’re out together right now. I bet he has no idea either.” Baekhyun grumbled, rolling his eyes and making his way back to their own hotel room. “How fucked up can you be to lie to someone for days like that?” He asked hypothetically and he was annoyed deep in the pit of his stomach. How could he let that happen? He was supposed to be the one protecting them, but he got too distracted with traveling around America. He felt disgusted. With you and himself. Baekhyun saw the disappointment in Taeyong’s eyes, and he was sad that he’d made his friend sad, but the overwhelming urge to make sure you got what you deserved was taking over most of his brain. Baekhyun didn’t want Mark to be upset, but he hated that someone had gotten to him and a liar didn’t deserve to get the boy. A liar didn’t deserve Mark.

“Are you going to tell him?” Taeyong asked softly, entering the room and slightly scared of what Baekhyun was going to do. He didn’t know exactly what his senior was capable of, but from what he heard, it wasn’t sounding great. Taeyong didn’t want Mark to be sad and he partially didn’t even understand why it was such a big deal, but he knew Baekhyun wouldn’t be this upset without reason. He had to trust him, even if it didn’t feel right.

“I don’t know yet.” Baekhyun sighed, thumbing over the photocard he had stuffed into his pocket. He didn’t even know how to present the information without seeming like a total asshole because it wasn’t only Mark involved. Taemin, Ten, and Lucas had all gotten involved too and made friends with you and he didn’t know how to go about it in the best way possible, but he knew Taeyong would be too timid to say anything. Your secret was safe with him, but it was whether or not Baekhyun wanted to blow it up and make them all understand how serious the situation was. It wasn’t just soft romantic heartache; it was lies and deceit and you getting to know his friends was based off of lies and neglect for the truth. Baekhyun didn’t trust anyone outside of his company, and that was why. It was his biggest fear and it was involving people he cared about. It made him sick.

Baekhyun sat on the bed for a while, trying to figure out what to do as he looked at the broken NCT keychain in his hands. You’d soon regret buying whatever you wanted out of their collections because this was what was coming to bite you in the ass. You didn’t even remember you had the photocards in your wallet, but you had purposely ripped the keychain off. It wasn’t a good look. Now it really did look like you were hiding something- which, unfortunately, you were. “The plan is to leave tonight right?” He happened to say just as Ten was making his way into the door.

Ten questioned Baekhyun with your name, wondering if it was who he was talking about. “Actually, I think Mark said they looked and tickets were better for tomorrow morning.” Baekhyun quickly realized he wasn’t ready to bring his information forward yet, staying silent and shaking his head as he stuffed the keychain in his pocket. The timing was bad, he knew it. “Mark said he wanted to have one more night together.” Ten shrugged, making his way over to the bed to lay down as he waited for Taemin to finish with his hair appointment. Apparently he was getting it cut and wanted to surprise his boyfriend with it. “At least he’s getting laid I guess.” Ten snorted, scrolling through his phone and making himself comfortable. “I think so at least, I have no idea.” He shrugged again, not thinking his comment was worth more thought.

Baekhyun didn’t even want to think about you and Mark possibly having sex. He really hoped it hadn’t happened. The thought disgusted him. He hated liars. He hated people who treated them like objects, and it felt like that was exactly what you were doing. Realistically, he knew that you probably didn’t even know that what you were doing was such a low blow, but it didn’t stop his angry thoughts, making Taeyong pout and sit on the bed to try to comfort him. Baekhyun waived him off, shaking his head and sighing to pull out his own phone to distract his ever-running mind.

Taemin showed up about 20 minutes later, excitedly making his way to the bed to wake up Ten, who had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting on him. He laid on top of Ten to wake him up, giggling when he got slightly annoyed and tried to shove him off. Baekhyun watched, nose turned up in annoyance. He was thinking about if that was how you and Mark felt. He knew better than anyone that sudden interests could be intense, so he wasn’t opposed to Mark finding someone so quickly, but he was opposed to the idea of a relationship based off of lies and deceit. The thought of relationships had disgusted him, rolling his eyes and he tried to ground himself, knowing he needed a breath of fresh air. He sighed, standing up and deciding to go on a walk. Maybe for a drink, he didn’t know. “I’ll see you guys later, okay?” His voice sounded defeated.

Baekhyun didn’t want to be angry, but the situation kept playing over and over in his head and he didn’t know how to stop it. The keychain and photocard felt heavy in his pocket and he was almost mad that he’d even picked them up. He knew he did it with purpose, but what was the point if it was just going to make everyone upset? You’d made friends with not only one, but four of them and they enjoyed your company so much, he felt guilty carrying the burden of disappointment. He was conflicted. He thought Mark deserved better, but part of him thought it was better if he didn’t know. Maybe after you left, things wouldn’t go any further and you’d be just memories to each other. Maybe he was thinking too hard about it, he didn’t know. He knew he needed a drink.

Baekhyun made his way down to the hotel bar and opened a tab immediately, tipping back some shots and trying to relax. He ordered a light cocktail and decided to call one of his other friends in on the situation. He didn’t want to seem crazy. Taeyong was no help unfortunately, but maybe someone else could help him figure out exactly what to do.

The phone picked up after one short ring. “Chanyeol?”

“Why are you calling me at 4am?” Chanyeol was always a jokester, but he knew if it was Baekhyun at this time, then it probably had to be serious. It was mid-day for Baekhyun right then, so he didn’t even think of the time difference. He hadn’t even realized that he didn’t respond. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know, Chanyeol.” Baekhyun sighed into the receiver, placing his fingertips to his temples to regain what he was trying to figure out in his mind. Things felt blurry, especially for him to be getting day-drunk at a hotel bar. He felt a little pathetic. He was nervous to even consider telling them now, the alcohol ridding him of the anger and bitterness of the situation, and he was just sad that his friend was being lied to. He got sad when he drank, he knew that.

-

You and Mark had wasted most of the day, just hanging out and enjoying each other’s company, especially after the upsetting night. You felt so close to him in such a short amount of time and he felt like a part of you already, inching his way into your heart and it felt good, but so far away at the same time. You were leaving him soon and weren’t even sure if you’d see him again before you left, but you hoped you’d be able to spend at least some time with him before it was over. You knew he’d be back in california at the beginning of the year, but that felt like centuries away and nothing was for certain that you’d even be able to take time off to visit him again, but you hoped. God, did you hope you could.

You made your way back to the hotel, stomach full of food from the day exploring with Mark. He had taken you to a place he found on google, then as you made your way through the park, you ended up with more snacks than you could’ve imagined. You forgot what it was like to explore your own palette outside of Los Angeles, so experiencing it with Mark made it all better. He told you about his Canadian food and what he would eat at home and it made you giggle. He was definitely one of the most interesting people you’d ever talked to in your life. You wished your time could last forever with him, even standing in silence with him and walking in the breeze felt more comforting than with anyone else you’ve ever been with in your life. He was so full of energy and ready and willing to explore new things. You’d never had that before.

You were here for the last official night, Mark walking you inside of your hotel room to get your shoes off and try to relax for the last time that you were sure it would happen. Mark grabbed you by the hand and pulled you to him, reaching his hands up to your face and pulled you in for a kiss, but this one was different. This one meant something more, this one made you feel like it wouldn’t be the end. It felt like Mark wanted to hold onto you forever and not let go. His mouth was warm, and his breath was hot against your face, his tongue immediately gaining entrance and you felt like you stood there, limp and letting him kiss you like the world needed it.

You softly snaked your arms around his waist, gripping his shirt and leaning into the kiss. You didn’t want to leave Mark and that made it that much more apparent in the moment. His mouth moved gently down your face and onto your neck. You sighed at the touch, not knowing if you wanted to get into it that night. It felt a little wrong, almost as if it was expected and that made it feel like you should wait. Like it wasn’t the time. You reached up to pull his face back to yours, kissing him passionately again and feeling him softly moan into your mouth. It felt wrong to cut him off, but you had to do it to save your sanity. You wanted things to last longer with Mark. “Just kissing, I just wanna kiss, okay?” This time you were the nervous one. “Just for now.” You’d told him to calm himself down the night before, but being slow with him felt better, even if your resolve was short lived. You wanted him, but lying in bed tangled together for just a few more minutes was incomparable.

He nodded heavily, smiling against your lips. “Okay.” He spoke into your mouth, kissing you harshly again. Kissing Mark just felt so good, pressing your body even closer to his. His warmth felt like magnetism, grasping at his shirt again. “Wait, wait, wait,” Mark giggled, tugging off his jacket. “It’s um, a little warm.” He giggled softly; blush heavy on his cheeks. He wanted to stay there forever. The look in his eyes felt like he adored you, making your chest tight.

“God, you’re cute.” You told him, brushing his hair out of his face. He giggled softly and shook his head.

“Thank you. You’re pretty cute yourself.” You felt like your heart was melting, kissing him again and backing him back to the bed. It felt more comfortable for you. Mark sighed, crawling over you and it was shockingly the softest, warmest moment you’d had with someone. He repeated your actions, brushing your own hair out of your face. “You really are.” You bit your lip, looking up at him for what you felt like was forever. He sighed, grinning shyly before laying his head down in the crook of your neck and settling his body right up next to yours. You ran your fingers through his soft hair. You would miss it much more than you ever intended. You felt like you’d known him for years and it was only a week. He’d opened your eyes to so much more than you thought someone you idolized could. Him, Taemin, Ten, Lucas, and the others. They made you open your eyes and realize just how human they were. You thought you felt that way before, but it was so different.

“You’re amazing, Mark.” The words came out quickly, blushing heavily and feeling silly for saying it. He giggled too, laying his hand on your stomach, thumbing over your skin through your shirt.

“You’re just saying that.” He brushed it off, shrugging and just trying to comfort you. He thought you’d been through a lot and just having someone there with you probably felt better than anything else at that moment. Soon you’d be home and he could tell your work stressed you out, so he was trying his best to be there for you as much as he could.

“I promise, I’m not.” You told him, sitting up a bit and he followed suit, looking over at you for more of an explanation, but you drew a blank, only leaning in to kiss him again, his lips warm and soft against yours. His lip slipped between yours and begged for entrance and you happily let him, getting a little more excited than intended when his tongue mingled with yours, sparks feeling like they were flying around you as you kissed, feeling him bite your lip and gasping in response. Maybe it would be good to be with him one last time, but you would let it work naturally, not just because you felt like it was right. Because you liked each other, and it felt like the best step. You’d been there a day longer than intended, but your flight was tomorrow morning before their concert and you weren’t thinking about that. You were thinking about Mark; nobody or anything else.  You pulled away for a second. “You’re one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met.” It wasn’t a lie. He stayed silent, pressing his lips back to yours in response. You didn’t mind at all.

Your kisses were slow and measured, mouths mending together and pulling you closer, Mark’s hands finding purchase on your hips when your arms went around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His fingertips felt hot when they slipped under your shirt at your waist, tracing over your skin like he had to map you out, just to be precise. You sighed into it, kissing him even harder with slight noises into his mouth. You didn’t mind his touches, but they still were so new to you every single time. He loved that you enjoyed them so much, scooting in a little closer to you to lay your head back on the pillow. You felt like you were in heaven, kissing him like it was your only responsibility in the world anymore. You could do it forever. “I-I want you to touch me.” You told him, hearing his shy giggles in response. “Before I have to leave.”

His fingertips made their way to the hem of your bottoms, slow and soft movements as if asking for permission. You weren’t going to deny him that time, reaching down to grab his hand to push the waistband of your pants down. He helped you pull them off between kisses, only lightly massaging the skin of your thighs for a few minutes. Mark liked contact, that was obvious. You had a small worry that he was only in it for sex because it had gone so fast, but part of you didn’t care. You’d gotten so close so quickly and he hadn’t left your side. It had to mean something to him, you felt it.

He slipped his hand between your legs, lightly playing at your clit through the crotch of your underwear, letting out a staggered moan at the contact. You were in for it, you knew it. He slipped his fingers under the fabric, easily sliding two fingers in and groaning softly to himself at how aroused you were, biting his lip when he slipped another in with ease. You moaned again, hips pulling forward and wanting him to go further, reaching up to pull his face up to kiss him once more. You needed it, you needed his touch, especially if it were the last time and it very well could be.

“Hey, hey,” He stopped you, pressing his forehead to yours and giving you a gentle peck on the lips. He stilled his fingers and made you grind your hips back to continue the friction. You looked at him, eyes hooded.

“Yeah?” It came out as more of a moan, sighing heavily but you could see the slight fear in his eyes, pecking him on the lips once more as he gathered his words.

“I-I don’t want this to just be, uh, you know.” He was smiling a little, but you could tell it was a nervous smile. It made you a little worried, but his words shook your heart, making your chest feel tight. “I want, um, it to be more than this, you know.” He was shaky with his words, but your smile comforted him, blushing heavily.

“Me either.” You assured him, leaning forward to kiss him hard on the mouth, feeling his soft noises against your lips. You hoped he felt better, knowing exactly how he felt about the two of you. You felt him kiss you harder, returning his noises and slipping your tongue into his mouth. You could feel how hard he was shaking, and you wished you could calm him down. It was the third time you’d done anything, but it felt different. Mark wanted you and this felt like the best way to show it, pulling away to smile at you and you returned it gladly, sighing and feeling him relax just a tiny bit. You wanted to assure him further. “I like you a lot, Mark.” You reminded him and he giggled, biting his lip and pecking you on the lips once more before curling his fingers inside of you, pulling a gasp from your throat you didn’t expect. He found your spot so quickly, abusing it, making you only able to stutter out gasps. “Mark, fuck.” You breathed out, seeing his confidence grow. You didn’t know why he was so good at it, but he made you feel better than you could’ve imagined, quick movements curling toward himself and you were reacting better than he thought you were. He felt his dick twitch in his pants, adjusting to be a little more comfortable and you bit your lip, reaching over to place your hand over his jeans, palming over his arousal.

“God, I want you so bad.” It made your chest tight, biting your lip and loving how he ground up into your hand, eyes nearly closing. The sound of his fingers inside of you edging him on. You wanted him too and it was driving you a little crazy how good it felt to have him like this, but you didn’t want it to stop. You quickly moved to undo his jeans, feeling his fingers slip out of you. You sighed, moving over him and pushing him back to lay on the bed. You hovered over him, pushing his jeans down his thighs. You could see how red his face was and it excited you, teasing your fingers over his boxers as you earned sweet and soft gasps from him. He was sensitive and it was cute. Everything about him was cute. You reached your hand into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down as well and he helped you pull them off, trying not to giggle as he struggled to pull his own shirt off as well. You laid there, smiling at his naked figure. You could look at him all day, seeing him flush and feel exposed. “I-I’m not really that used to this,” He reminded you and that almost made it better, shutting him up with soft kisses.

“It’s fine, you’re doing great, okay?” You scooted down his body and heard him gasp when your face got near his stomach, almost in disbelief at the thought of you going down on him. It wasn’t even a thought he had, but he was happy to let you do it, wrapping your fingers around his length and placing your mouth on his tip, trying to go easy on him because he was already having a bit of a fit, head thrown back into the bed sheets and moaning wantonly. It was a fun sight to see, him losing control. You liked when he did, but you wouldn’t tell him that. You moved your mouth slowly, taking just a bit of him in at a time, swirling your tongue around the head and giggling when he whined. You pulled off, jerking him off a bit so you could talk, bring him back to earth. “You’re so cute.” You told him, hearing him sigh and lay his arm over his head.

“It’s so embarrassing, I’m sorry.” He told you, covering his face and moving his hips into your hand.

“No, I love it.” You told him, sighing happily and taking the head into your mouth again. His gasp edging you further to suck, tongue digging into the slit. You’d never really been so interested in giving head before, but Mark made you feel much better about it, he was so shy and loved it so much. You pulled off, seeing his chest rise and biting your lip. You hoped he could last longer, but you weren’t sure, moving to crawl back over him, chest to his to press your lips back to his again. “Please fuck me.” You told him, getting a shy grin in return.

“Okay.” He nodded, kissing you back and flipping you to where he was hovered over you, moving his lips to your neck immediately and pushing your shirt up and over your head, biting your lip because it was the most skin on skin contact you’d had. He felt warm and comforting, his body over yours and settling between your legs. He reached down, tugging your underwear off and playfully tossing them off to the side.

“Someone’s confident.” You joked, seeing his eyebrow quirk up, staying silent.

He opened your legs further, thumbing over your clit and making you gasp in surprise, laying your head back just a bit as he lined himself up, still perfectly wet enough to slide inside. Your moan was much louder than you wanted, seeing his eyes shut and his hands finding purchase at your waist, gentle thrusts making your whole body feel hot. You gasped loudly when he gave a hard thrust, crooking his hips just right to make you moan. Loud. “Fuck,” You whined. “Mark, please.” You saw him blush harder, leaning down to kiss you as he continued his shallow thrusts, moaning deeply into your mouth. It was heaven with Mark, completely focused on you and nothing else. It wasn’t long before you were both done for, wishing it would last longer but the feeling and pleasure was so heightened, you couldn’t help it. Picking up thrusts and going faster, his hand slipping up to thumb over your nipple. You groaned, feeling his hips snap into yours and stimulating your clit. He hit you in just the right ways, gasping as your orgasm came closer and closer. “Mark, I-“ He nodded, panting heavily.

“Me too, baby, me too.” The pet name made you feel hot, gasping as the wave crashed over you, throwing your head back into the pillows and clenching around Mark. Hearing him moan himself made you shudder and he quickly pulled out, making a mess on your stomach for the second time. You had to giggle, knowing it was because it was him that you didn’t mind. He laid next to you, laying his head on your chest and feeling too tired to clean up his mess. He reached over for a towel you’d used for your face earlier in the day because it was close, quickly asking you if he could use it. “Is this towel okay?” He asked between pants, you laying there a heavy breathing mess. You nodded, trying to regain your composure. You were so tired. You were never like that with anyone else.

You laid like that for a while, trying to forget about the fact that you’d be leaving tomorrow. You didn’t want to think about it. Mark had his arm laid across your waist, holding you close to him and thumbing over your skin with soft sighs, relaxing as you both laid there, completely spent and enjoying your last night together.

You fell asleep in his arms, hands running through his hair and you woke up spooning before you realized you’d fallen asleep. Nobody had ever made you feel that good in your life, so you dealt with the consequences of falling harder and deeper for someone you hardly knew. You vaguely wished it was just sex, so things were less complicated, but that wasn’t nearly as easy of a case, but you’d deal with it later. You always said that, and it got you in trouble. You hoped it wouldn’t.

[writer-k-pop]

ID Card - Part 1

내가 밀 했잖아! I told you so!

Description: Living as a pretty successful Youtuber and a KQ employee has it’s ups and downs. There are stresses about trying to make sure your identity and actual job are left private but for the most part it’s enjoyable. KQ has offered you a plan to make your Youtube career a full time gig and you’re still unsure on whether or not you should take it. But losing your ID at work may prove more helpful than you imagined. Warnings: None Genre:  Word Count: 3k 

Ateez Masterlist | Masterlists

*Seonghwa POV*

“I will see you all later!” She finishes the video and suggested videos pop up.

“I wonder where she films these.” Wooyoung thinks aloud from next to me.

“Same, she’s always so good at covering up logos and names. But she’s obviously at practice rooms sometimes.” Hongjoong comments from my other side.

“You should ask her then.” I close my laptop.

“Hyung, how cool would it be if she worked on our next album?” Wooyoung excitedly taps my shoulder.

“Who?” Jongho wanders into the living room.

“(y/n). We just watched her newest video.” Wooyoung fills Jongho in on the conversation. “It’s pretty obvious she works at an entertainment company and I was just saying how it’d be so cool if she worked with us on our next album.”

“Yeah, that’d be so cool!” Jongho agrees, “Hyung, you should ask her to work with us.”

I shake my head quickly. “No, no.”

“Why not?” Hongjoong questions.

“Because she’s got her own schedule and work, I doubt she’d even have the time to.” I answer.

“Still you never know.” Wooyoung probes, “Plus you always watch her videos the day they come out.”

“Yeah, is she like your celebrity crush or something?” Jongho pokes fun.

I quickly shake my head as Wooyoung and Hongjoong answer with a loud “yes!”

My cheeks start to burn so I quickly stand up, “I will see you dorks in the morning.”

“Hyung, everyone has a celebrity crush!” Jongho yells after me sensing my embarrassment, “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“It is when there’s no chance of ever meeting her.” I challenge.

“Says the one who’s a celebrity himself.” Hongjoong mocks me.

I tilt my head at him in slight annoyance and he raises his hands in defeat.

“Just answer, hyung. Yes or no, it would be cool if she worked with us?” Wooyoung pushes.

I let out a deep breath, “Yes, it would extremely cool.”

*Your POV*

“(y/n)! We’re going to be late!” Minhee, my coworker and roommate, picks up her purse in a hurry. “We should really keep better track of time.”

“I thought the meeting was at 11?” I hurriedly follow her out the door of the cafe, hoping the camera is recording at a decent angle.

“No! Did you not get the email saying they moved it to 10:30?” Minhee calls back to me.

“No?” I question, “When did they send it?”

“Late last night.” She answers.

I scoff, “Then no, I don’t check my email until I get into work.”

“Everyone, this would happen to us.” I say to the camera, “We would try to vlog and be cute, only to have to run frantically run to a meeting that was changed last minute.”

Minhee laughs out loud, “This would be our lives.”

I laugh along and film our half run, half walk towards KQ Entertainment.

“We can’t talk about the meeting, can we?” Minhee asks as we slow to wait for the crosswalk.

I shake my head, “Not now, no. All I can say is that it’s with some amazing people.” I smile widely and Minhee laughs at my very vague statement.

“Alright, that settles that.” Minhee nods.

The crosswalk light turns green and we head across the street.

“I have to turn the camera off but I will see you when we’re done with the meeting.” I give the camera a finger gun and stop recording.

As we step through the doors, our shoes resonate the determined clicks of women who will not be late to their meeting. We nod and greet a few coworkers as we scan our ID’s.

“Did the meeting room change too?” I ask as we reach the elevators.

“Thankfully, no.” Minhee smiles as we step into the elevator.

Just as the elevator doors start to close, a male voice yells down the hallway.

“Hold the elevator!”

I quickly press the open door button as Ateez’s Wooyoung reaches the door. My eyes widen when I recognize him.

“Thank you.” He gives us a small bow and pauses for a split second when he looks at us. After pressing the floor above ours, he retreats to a corner of the elevator while furiously texting someone.

The silence in the elevator is broken by Wooyoung getting a phone call.

“Hello?” He answers the call, “I’m coming, I’m coming. I’m in the elevator… Hyung, I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”

The elevator beeps for our floor and we leave with a nod to Wooyoung. As the doors close, I hear Wooyoung continue to talk.

“Hyung, (y/n) was in the elevator-“

I don’t have much time to process the whole thing because Minhee is dragging me down the hall towards our meeting room.

“Can I put my stuff down??” I beg as we pass our coworkers.

Minhee shakes her head and pulls me faster. “Nope, the meetings starts in two minutes and we will NOT be late.”

I readjust my purse just before we barrel through the doors to the conference room. Everyone but Ateez’s staff is currently in the room.

“Over here!” Jinho excitedly pats the seats on either side of him.

We take our seats and I pull out my laptop. “Where is everyone else?” I wonder.

Jinho shrugs, “I haven’t heard anything.”

“Ah, they’re running late. Apparently Wooyoung showed up late for their interview.” Insu announces to the room.

Hearing this, my shoulders immediately relax and I take a deep breath. I hear Minhee do the same on the other side of Jinho.

“What? Did you guys run here?” He questions our actions.

I nod. “We were at a cafe and lost track of time. Literally ran here.”

Jinho laughs at us. “Of course that would happen to you. Question: were you filming again?”

I purse my lips and that is enough of an answer for him.

“You need to be more careful. You know KQ wants to turn your Youtube thing into a full time thing. Not just an ‘on the side’ thing.” Jinho reminds me.

I nudge him with my knee because not everyone knows about the deal I struck with KQ. “I know. I know. I just still need to think about it.” I tell him just as the door opens and a few of Ateez’s staff walks in, including their manager.

“The interview started?” Seulgi greets the staff with a nod.

“Yes.” Their manager states, “Thank you for waiting for us.”

“No problem.” Insu says then proceeds to start the meeting.

After an hour and a half of discussing ‘Ateez Logbook’ days and ‘A ChallenZ’ times, Ateez’s manager, Jinsang, apologetically announces that Ateez’s interview would be over soon and they needed to leave. We say goodbye and I begin to pick up my belongings but Insu stops me.

“(y/n). Do you have a minute?” He asks.

The others file out of the room and Insu and I are left alone.

“Have you thought about what the CEO offered you?” He leans his arms on the table.

“A little.” I admit. “I’m just worried.”

“About?” He probes.

“My privacy.” I tell him. “Right now, it’s easy to hide where I am, and who I’m with because I can use the company has a veil. But I lose that veil when I give up this job.”

“You could still have that privacy.” Insu insists.

I shake my head. “No I can’t.”

“Just think about it, okay?” Insu pleads with me, “You know I’d work with the company to give you what you would need. Seulgi, Jinho, and Minhee have already reached out to me about being willing to join your team.”

“They’d leave the Ateez team?” I ask, shocked.

Insu nods, “They all watch your videos. Minhee is in them literally all the time, it makes sense.”

“What would my videos even be about?” I ask, “All I do now is vlogs and a few contented stuff. Vlogging is not going to suffice a full Youtube career.”

Insu smiles smugly, “You think we’d put out this suggestion without having a long list of content ideas for you? Trust me, (y/n), we’re already preparing a whole team for you, if you decide to take this route.”

I chew on the inside of my lip, “If I did this, would I be able to at least still be apart of the plans we discussed today?”

Insu nods, “We can arrange that.”

“Okay.” I take in the information while the currently stored information is swirling around in my head. “Can I have a little more time?” I ask.

“I can give you two more weeks but after that, both of us will start to get hounded on from up high.” Insu gives an apologetic smile.

I nod, “Okay, two weeks. Thanks Insu.” I pick up my bag and head out the door towards Minhee and my office.

She turns from her computer when she hears me walk in.

“What did he want to talk to you about?” Minhee inquires.

“About KQ’s offer.” I simply state, sitting in my chair. Her ID hanging from her neck reminds me that I have yet to put mine on.

“Did he tell you that I said I’d be on your team?” She questions as I dig around my purse for my lanyard.

I nod then scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

“I can’t find my ID.” I inform her as my digging becomes more frantic.

“What do you mean?” Minhee rolls over to my side of the room.

“I had it coming into the building…” I trail off trying to remember where I could have lost it.

“Did you drop it in the elevator?” Minhee wonders, “That’s the only other place we’ve been besides the conference room.

“I don’t remember seeing it in my bag when we were in the conference room.” I replay the memory in my head. “I’ll call down and see if anyone turned it into the reception desk.”

I dial down and am left in disappointment when the receptionist says that no ID’s have been turned in. Sinking into my chair, I let out a sigh.

“No luck?” Minhee looking at me.

“Nope.” I run a hand through my hair. “Where could it be?” I wonder.

Minhee sighs softly, “I don’t mean to be the voice of life, but we have report deadline today…”

“I know, I know.” I nod and sit up. Rummaging through my purse again, I pull out my camera and set it up on my desk where I know you won’t be able to make out any distinguishing features of KQ.

“I just got done with my meeting.” I inform the future viewers. “But, I somehow lost my ID.  I have no idea where I could’ve left it, I just, I can’t find it.”

“She’s losing her mind!” Minhee yells to be heard.

I roll my eyes, “Don’t listen to her. Anyway, I have some work to do so future me, start the time lapse… now.” I instruct myself and then busy myself with my work on the computer.

*Seonghwa POV*

“Why were you so late?” Hongjoong interrogates Wooyoung once the interview is over.

“I swear I was just getting something to eat at the cafe next door and the next thing I know it’s 10:20!” Wooyoung defends himself.

“Just be more careful next time.” I sternly remind him.

“But hyung!” Wooyoung continues excitedly and goes to pick up a lanyard from his locker, “Look.” He proudly shows us the ID with (y/n)’s name and picture on it. “She works here. I’m telling you I saw her in the elevator. It was really her.”

“No way.” Jongho says, inching closer to look at the ID while my heart nearly drops to the floor.

“Yeah, she was with her friend that is always in her videos too!” Wooyoung insists.

“(y/n)?” Yunho clarifies, “Like the Youtuber that Seonghwa hyung watches constantly?”

“It’s not constantly!” I defend myself.

“That one!” Hongjoong claps his hands.

“The one that hyung has a crush on!” Jongho excitedly adds.

I give Jongho a death glare but before I can say anything, our manager, Jinsang, plucks the ID out of Wooyoung’s hands.

“Where did you get this?” He questions Wooyoung.

“She dropped it in the elevator so I picked it up.” He explains.

“Were you going to turn it in?” Jinsang hyung raises an eyebrow, “You know she needs this to get into the building everyday.”

“I was going to after I showed it to the members.” Wooyoung pouts, “They didn’t believe me when I told them I saw her in the elevator.”

Jinsang hyung nods, “Well believe it. She works here. But you can’t say anything to anyone.” He quickly adds, “It’s part of our contracts with her to not say anything about where she works. Part of her privacy policy.” He walks over to his computer with her ID firmly in his hand.

“That’s why some of the practice rooms looked so familiar!” Wooyoung realizes, “Wow, she’s really good at hiding logos.”

“I messaged her.” Jinsang hyung announces, “Now get ready for practice.”

*Your POV*

“Hey could you check the content section to make sure it looks right?” Minhee asks after an hour of working.

“Sure.” I nod and finish up the sentence I’m typing.

As I scroll to her section, a direct message from Ateez’s manager pops up on my computer and I turn off the camera so I don’t have to worry about editing anything out.

“Hey, I have your ID. I don’t know why the members had it but we have it down in their practice room. I can come give it to you.” He sends.

“AH!” I exclaim to Minhee, “I must’ve dropped it in the elevator and Wooyoung must’ve picked it up.”

“Your ID?” She clarifies.

“Yeah, their manager just messaged me that he has it in their practice room.” I explain while typing a response.

“Don’t worry, I can come down and get it. Thank you!” I send.

“Guess who found her ID!” I say when the camera starts to record again. “Let’s go get it.”

Taking my phone and camera with me, I head down to the practice room.

“I feel like such a silly head.” I talk to the camera, “I think on the way up to my meeting, I dropped it in the elevator and one of the artists here picked it up for me. Though it is kind of confusing as to why their manager told me they had it.” I ramble on through the elevator ride and through the hallway. Then turn the camera off so any music isn’t recognizable.

Reaching the door I know to be Ateez’s main practice room, I wait for the muffled music to be shut off before knocking on the door.

“Come in!” Male voices invite me in.

I open the door and stick my head in apologetically.

All eight members of Ateez are standing around, breathing heavily from their practice. Jinsang sees me and waves me in. “Come in.” While he goes to get my ID, Hongjoong assembles the other members.

“We should introduce ourselves.” He announces. “1, 2, 3.”

“8 makes 1 team. Hi, we are Ateez.” They say and bow to me.

I bow back, “Nice to meet you. I’m (y/n).”

“Sorry for being curious,” Hongjoong starts, “But where do you work?”

I’m taken by slight surprise at the curiosity but smile nonetheless, “I actually work with the scheduling and content team for your ‘Logbook’ and ‘A ChallenZ’ videos.”

The silence that follows is quite profound.

“They didn’t realize you worked with their own team, let alone at KQ.” Jinsang informs me, handing me my lanyard, “They watch your Youtube videos all the time.”

My mouth drops open. “Ah, you watch my videos.” I repeat and feel an embarrassed blush spread across my cheeks.

“Seonghwa hyung watches your videos constantly.” Mingi points at Seonghwa, breaking their silence. Seonghwa slaps Mingi’s arm and Yunho runs to grab a phone.

“Can we have a picture?” He asks, “For our own memories? Hyung already told us that we can’t say or post it anywhere.” He adds quickly.

I nod, “Of course.”

Yunho hands the phone to Jinsang, “Let’s take it against this wall. It’s a clear wall.” Jinsang points to the wall nearest me and the eight members shuffle over.

Jongho ends up on my right but he quickly changes spots with Seonghwa. I smile at the seemingly innocent action and make sure my ID is securely tucked away from view. Force of habit.

“1, 2, 3.” Jinsang counts down and snaps a few pictures. “Done.” He lowers the phone and hands it over to make sure we like the picture as well.

I nod in acceptance of the picture and slide my lanyard around my neck. Minhee messages me reminding me about deadlines and I realize I have to get back to work.

“Thank you for finding my ID. It was great meeting you but I have to get back to work.” I apologize, “Jinsang, can you send the pictures to me?” I ask and he responds in a nod. “Thank you!” I say before rushing out the door and back upstairs.

“I found it!” I smile happily into the camera in the elevator, shaking the lanyard, careful not to show my actual ID card.

*Seonghwa’s POV*

“I TOLD YOU SO!” Wooyoung shrieks when the door shuts behind (y/n).

“Mingi, why would you tell her that?” I scold Mingi then turn to Jongho, “I look so red in that picture Jongho!”

“Hyung, when would that chance ever have come up again?” Jongho challenges.

“It might, actually.” Jinsang hyung shrugs.

“What do you mean?” I question.

“There’s a rumor, and it’s just a rumor, that KQ is offering her a whole team for her to do Youtube full time and be a full blown celebrity.” Jinsang gossips with us, “So you may see her in the future at future events and such.”

“That’s really smart.” Hongjoong nods in amazement, “She’s got the following and if she is planning our videos then she’s already really good at it.”

“That’d be so cool.” Mingi thinks wishfully.

“We could even do videos WITH her!” San exclaims.

I shake my head, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Hyung only said it was a rumor.”

Our choreographer claps their hands, “Alright, alright, save the rumors for later. Let’s start practice.”

[kakenaku]

whats the weirdest/dumbest drama you watched

Aha you have come to exactly the right place. My taste is specifically weird and dumb dramas so here are a few:

Moorim School (2016) starring Lee Hyunwoo, Seo Yeji and Lee Hongbin

Ok so this show isn’t that weird if you watch martial arts dramas a lot but this was such a cringefest (weirdly enjoyable though). There was some bit about idols or singing and then suddenly its all martial arts and a random family storyline thing?? Did I waste 16 hours of my life? Probably, but it was…interesting. Hyunwoo sweetie please pick a good drama I can’t go through this anymore.

Eulachacha Waikiki (2018) starring Kim Junghyun, Jung Insun and Lee Yikyung

I can’t really make a list of weird dramas without including the wackiest kdrama of all time (arguably). This honestly felt like 20 different stories stitched into one but it is the best BS quilt I’ve ever seen. Unless you dislike joy and laughter then you’ll definitely enjoy this one, and even season 2 was good so give that a watch too.

The Last Empress (2019) starring Jang Nara, Choi Jinhyuk and Shin Sungrok

The actual setting for this drama was actually at the back of my mind at 3am quite often and I’m so glad this got made. Essentially, it’s about an alternative world where Korea still has the monarchy in the modern day. So you get to see the Empress vlog (I can’t believe that’s a real sentence) and they get involved in scandals where netizens get mad at them. Also, Shin Sungrok absolutely stole the show with his insane portrayal of the psychotic Emperor Lee Hyuk.

Flower Boy Next Door (2013) starring Yoon Siyoon, Park Shin Hye and Go Kyungpyo

The best instalment of the Flower Boy series, this is basically the 1988 of the Reply series because it’s undoubtedly the best (ok I didn’t get past like 2 episodes of SUFBB for obvious reasons). The actual story isn’t actually that weird but you know if you’re watching a Yoon Siyoon drama there has to be a catch. There were so many wacky characters (Seulgi’s most legendary role) I felt overwhelmed at first but quickly got used to it 2 episodes in. It goes from ‘you’re the pervert from across the street’ to ‘we’re best friends and i’d die for you’ to ‘oh crap i’m in l*ve’ so yh, incredible. Also I miss Enrique

Psychopath Diary (2019) starring Yoon Siyoon, Park Sunghoon and Jung Insun

I thought I’d end off this list with a currently airing drama (and probably the best airing one no criticism). Honestly, I didn’t expect to love this show this much but the casting is perfect and the story is so bloody stupid I love it. If you aren’t watching it then it’s about a really timid pushover dude losing his memory and thinking he’s a serial killer because he found the diary of an actual serial killer (who he kinda has a fling with). It’s so good I wish I wrote this show.

[girls-scenarios]

Is it possible for us to know what requests are currently on your writing lists??

Sure! These are mostly badly paraphrased to keep them short and simple on our list but here they are:

Headcanons:

An ITZY drabble about how they each meet their girlfriend

Vampire G(idle)

Mafia!Dreamcatcher

Girlfriend!Jinsoul

Sistar as your girlfriend

Loona dates at home

Red Velvet soulmate headcanon

DreamCatcher and how they flirt

Girlfriend!Chungha

Girlfriend!WJSN

Fics/Other:

First time saying I love you to Bulldok

Yvesvi breaking curse

Mafia Momo and schoolgirl Mina

Viseul distopia au

Fake Texts/Snaps:

JiU learns gf was kicked out of class fake text

EXID conspiracy theory fake texts

Reactions:

g idle reaction to having to take care of their gf

Yandere Mafia!Loona Unnie line reaction where they find fem!reader after she runs away

Cherry Bullet's reaction on playing pocky game with their s/o

snsd reaction to their gf wanting them to dominate her

Loona reaction where they get a cute new manager and they fall for them

Twice reaction to their s.o overworking themselves

mafia-exid au reacting to their s/o being afraid of them after they tell them

jealous exid reaction

RV reacts to their idol best friend being outed for their sexuality

RV reaction of their bf suddenly hugging them and cries on their shoulder

werewolf!f(x) reaction about being protective over their mate

Loona reaction for a soccer player!au where them and their gf are on different teams and one day they have a match against each other

Twice reaction to hear for the first time a their s.o curse

EXID's reaction to their S/O quietly serenading them while being intimate

Cherry Bullet's reaction to the reader confessing shyly with a letter

Scenarios:

Solbin has feeling for manager (reader) but wont admit

Vampire Irene and new vampire reader

Wendy hogwarts!au divination tea leaf reading

Exy and reader (Besties) like the same guy and let it get between their friendship

Taeyeon soulmate au. Soulmates coordinates appear on your skin

Irene romeo&juliet style gang au. Reader falls in love with rival gang member

Sowon is the leader of a gang and her girlfriend is kidnapped

Wendy comes out to the media with girlfriend

Idol!fem!reader x Momo appear on running man

"I would do anything to see you smile" Moonbyul Fluff

Doyeon angst then fluff

Solji meets reader in hospital

Rena and werewolf reader

Vampire!Irene and vampire!reader who lost memory

Reader and members plan surprise for Rose

Jennie Werewolf au

Hyolyn goddess of summer au

Twice Mina and reader who won date

WJSN Bona sees reader in crowd

Poly Rena and Roa comfort

Yeoreum gets bullied at high school au

Rose and members record reader after surgery

Twice Mina watches manager's daughter

Jisoo x reader speaking in Spanish

Wendy amortentia au Twice teaching reader how to swim

Solji x Doctor reader

Mina and Tzuyu poly Triwizard Tournament relationship

Rose college au

Hani or Siyeon x slytherin reader

Soyeon and idol!reader on variety show

Sunmi Hello Councilor au

Seungyeon and fem!idol!reader do sexy dance

Reader comforts Sana

Olivia and idol!reader on variety show

Sana and reader manager secret relationship smut

Chaewon and reader beach date

Irene x bodyguard reader

Yeji laser tag scenario

Ryujin x female reader based on Wendy ost "Goodbye"

Lua born without a soulmate mark au

gamer!au Yoohyeon and/or Siyeon where they meet the reader at a game tournament

Brown Eyed Girls Gain street racing au

Eunbi x fem reader "Secret Love Song"

Sunmi and readers date ruined

Hades!Taeyeon and Persephone!Fem!Reader

Reader protects Krystal from saesang

Nayeon and idol!reader fight and make up

Chaeryeong and idol!reader on variety show together

Yeoreum and reader get married

IZ*ONE Yuri friends with benefits angst and fluff

Sana and crush have to share a bed

Seulgi x reader who is Irene's sister

chaeyoung sana or Mina based on their song ‘three times a day’

Countryside!Irene x Siren!reader

Jeongyeon roadtrip au

Son Chaeyoung scenario where her s.o is serenading her with the Jonas Brothers song "Sucker"

Irene and fem!reader secret relationship

Amber Liu x actress! Reader

marchingband!reader and cheerleader Jeonghwa

Heejin tries belly dancing

Jisun “You’ve always felt like home” and “Don’t lie to me”

Scary but soft LE highschool au

Yuqi and magician reader

Solji sugarmommy!Au

Olivia Hye/Hyejoo highschool au

Poly and fluffy Siyeon and Sua x reader

Chungha and idol!reader variety show

LE daily vlog au

Chungha produce101 era scenario

Sunmi and reader breakup, get back together

Mina x reader who "hates kids" but really doesn't

Nayeon x reader who gets happy over Chaeyoung's card

Poly Bona and Chungha

Chungha and childhood friend reunite

Bona x manager reader

Hyunjin and reader with thirdwheel Heejin

Kim Lip enemies to lovers

Short reader and tall Roa 

Krystal x fem!reader "I ship it""Oh, we're actually together"

Detective!Irene AU

Krystal and reader meet child's s/o for the first time

6th member reader comes out to red velvet

Heejin pokemon trainer au

Sana x reader who is framed for a crime

Sooyoung meets reader in foreign country

Chungha royalty au

Olivia Hye x Vampire Hunter reader

Group finds out that Choerry and reader are dating

[rksora]

jiwonahhh    ›    i’m a bubble girl in a bubble world   ◞    UPLOADED !

uwukkkkk  [ +324, -54 ]  ur like a pretty person magnet !!! there’s so many pretty ppl in this vlog! bollbol  [ +12, -30 ]   fix your camera work, it was too shaky wangcha  [ +100, -98 ]   can i get nakyung’s #

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she opens the video with a series of clips synapsing one into another of fading transitions and moody, upbeat pop music that’s probably more or less an instrumental of a well-known korean song that she just can’t put her finger on at the moment. there’s clips of her and changmin at the entrance, of a two pairs of feet walking side by side along the sidewalk, crossing it and mingling among a crowd. “hey guys, it’s jiwon! and i’m here with –” another set of eyes fill the frame, an shaky rendition of an unfocused screen grab of changmin’s ‹  ❤  › . 

there’s a quick clip of changmin handing the money over to the vendor as they get food in exchange, a full tray of an assortment jiwon faintly remembers at the tip of her tongue. the scene transitions to one of them waving at one another, probably when jiwon had offered to take a picture of him before the transition fades from one scene to another and introduces an influx of terribly shaky and grossly-pixelated concert clips that hold jiwon in a crowd and laying far away in a hill.

each of these clips fade in and out of each other, revealing the faces of nakyung in a few and hayi in the rest. they switch back and forth between nakyung  ‹  ❤  ›  jamming out to oh chi chi in the background to hayi  ‹  ❤  ›  chatting in a corner of the frame as jiwon tries to artistically capture a lone cloud floating high in the sky as she was on her back, hidden beneath overgrown grasses and the shade of tents. 

the scene remains for a little while before transitioning back to the clip of oh chi chi performing, an obvious display of height as many heads filter into the frame and shakiness ensues as if jiwon had been mangled throughout the filming process ( it wasn’t too far of a guess as the crowd around them had been unbearable ) but jiwon thought that some of the clips were still manageable. at least oh chi chi and luxe were partially visible. she had even gotten an up close focus of one of the girls from luxe, yena – was it? she couldn’t remember but she makes sure to add a small note in white font beside the clip ‘is this yena-ssi?????’ with a thinking emoji.

another scene is a frenzy of fast movements and blurry images but it’s barely passable by a fade of hair and jiwon’s smiling face and the laughter that looks a little too real beneath her mischievous grin as she’s talking to someone, seulgi, off camera that she never really shows,  ‹  ❤  ›   her eyes glancing at the lens of the camera every now and then before her hand comes up to cover it – music continuing to muffle the voices that were otherwise soundless to the audience. jiwon makes well on her promise to delete any actual evidence but she leads the clip of their conversation on mute because the memory, within itself, makes her smile – one of the few instances during the festival that she actually felt herself enjoying the event.   

soon after, a scene of her inconspicuously zooming into a male, dongmin, with several hearts floating about his head ‹  ❤  › . there’s even a small scribble of white font near the side: ‘isn’t he so pretty !!!!!’ before her hand covers the lens and it’s turned back to her with an increasingly panicked expression framing her wide eyes and plump lips, almost like an oh no! i’ve been caught. 

the final scene is one everyone’s been waiting for as a notable regular of her vlogs makes his dramatic entrance, increasingly dramatic – it was something for the cinematic wonders that only movie magic could make ‹  ❤  › ; he enters and jiwon’s odd angle to capture the both of them in the frame is more straining than it is enjoyable on her end but she makes due. and the video itself ends with her zooming into his face with a shaky hand and her voice going:

“say goodbye to jaehyun-ah!”

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