#yeoone fics

[bigkpopstan]

Ik but honestly recently there isn’t much to consume from them like, tumblr I’ve seen every fic at this point and as for promoting they haven’t done much since yeoone got in the hospital and Yanan went back to China- 😭

I also kinda figured the lack of content anyway, <3. also I guess I haven’t checked in as much as I should’ve been-is yeoone okay?? what happened omg

[gwentoryfics]

roommates (changgu smut)

Genre | Roommates AU

Pairing | Changgu x Reader

Words | 4k

Summary | You’ve been best friends with Changgu for forever. But can you really be content with being just friends when you become roommates?

Warnings | Sexy times! (aka explicit smut). Some swearing.

Note | I think we all knew this was coming after I got bias wrecked SO HARD at Prism. Please enjoy. 💕

Honestly, it really just snuck up on you, the way that Changgu suddenly started catching your eye. You don’t exactly remember when it started happening, but you’d randomly notice the way he ruffled his wet hair after a shower, or the way his arms have started bulging ever since he took up bouldering. 

It freaked you out, actually. You and Changgu had been best friends for years - you were neighbors your whole life, and it felt so natural to live in close proximity. You spent many nights in high school crashing in each other’s bedrooms, and it was never a big deal. He’d come over after going on dates just to tell you what he liked about the girl, and you’d do the same with the guys you dated. You even remember having an incredibly in-depth conversation about sex and intimacy when you visited his bedroom after having sex for the first time. But there was never any sexual tension between the two of you - you just never saw each other that way.

However, it seems that there’s something about being in your early twenties that kind of ruins everything.

All it took was a little over a year of actually living together for you to see how much of a man he was becoming. Your whole life he had been the sweet boy next door (literally), but that image was very quickly dissipating right before your eyes. 

Maybe it’s because you both graduated and started full-time adult jobs.

Maybe it’s because he was wildly passionate about finance, which was, like, the most boring adult thing in the world.

Maybe it’s because he watched you so intently as you ate your dinner, rambling on about the project management strategies you were developing at work.

Whatever it was, something happened that changed the way you saw him.

You realized that your opinion of him was dangerously changing right around the time your lease renewal was due, and you contemplated moving out to live on your own. If those feelings were going to stick around, you didn’t want to risk screwing up your friendship. It seemed like a much better plan to get out while you still could before things got weird.

And then it came time to renew, and Changgu was so enthusiastic about continuing to live together, and… when he smiled at you like that, how could you possibly say no?

So here you are, curled up on the couch as you wait for him to return from war the bouldering gym. Well, you’re not exactly waiting because you’re just casually playing Sims on your laptop, but you do frequently find yourself looking forward to whenever he gets home. 

Gym days are simultaneously the best and worst, because you can’t describe how attractive he is when he’s sweaty, but you also hate yourself for drooling over him.

You’re decorating a new home in your game when he finally arrives, and you’re almost able to keep your eyes glued to the screen.

“Hey, _____!” Changgu cheerfully greets you as he closes the door behind him, locking the deadbolt.

“Sup,” you peek up only briefly, careful not to linger on the sleeveless shirt that clings to his body and the damp hair sticking to his forehead. “Good workout?”

“Yeah, I finally got up that wall that I’ve been stuck on all week.” He disappears momentarily into his room to drop off his climbing bag, then he heads for the kitchen to grab a snack.

“Oh cool! That’s awesome.” You’re too busy scrolling through virtual furniture choices to notice that he has popped into the living room, but you sure as hell realize when he leans over the back of the couch, looking over your shoulder as he bites into his granola bar.

“What are you up to?” A delicious combination of his sweat and his deodorant hits your nose, and you melt.

Pretending like the smell of you isn’t driving me wild right now. “Decorating. I made a new treehouse-inspired cabin.”

“Very cool.” He takes another bite, and you feel granola crumbs hit your shoulder.

“Dude…” You brush it off, fully aware of the fact that the crumbs are now on the couch and will still need to be cleaned up.

Changgu chuckles warmly. “My bad. Hey, I’m gonna jump in the shower. Want to grab some dinner after? Or have you already eaten?”

“I haven’t. Dinner sounds good.”

Changgu ruffles your hair, and it feels like an eternity before he retreats to the bathroom to get showered. And you definitely noticed that he didn’t grab a change of clothes before heading in, which means he’ll re-emerge in nothing but his towel whenever he’s done.

You’re already feeling like a mess, and you know you won’t be able to handle the sight of that.

He usually takes pretty long showers, especially after climbing… which means you’ve got plenty of time to kill before he’s out…

So you lock yourself into your bedroom and surrender to your fantasies.

You hurriedly dig through your nightstand for your favorite vibrator, which you know will have you soaring in mere minutes. Then you collapse back onto your bed, pushing your shorts and panties down to your ankles, your heart racing the more you think about the smell of his sweat. How could he naturally smell so attractive? And how could it affect you this deeply?

As your fingers begin to explore your folds, you can only think of him and his painfully beautiful gaze, how you wish you could watch his eyes travel down your body, full of lust. You want to feel him take in the sight of your naked body and feel just as wrecked as you do whenever he walks around the apartment shirtless. You want to feel his hands grip your hips, his lips latch onto your throat, and his cock thrust deep inside of you.

What would it feel like to fuck your best friend? Would it be awkward? Would it be perfect? Would it be the hottest experience you’ve ever had, or the most boring? What if it was a wonderfully tepid middle ground of fun and sexy, full of sensual laughter and intimate depth?

You would take any and all of it with Changgu.

Finally, you start to tease your entrance with your fingertips, and you simultaneously press small circles into your clit with your vibrator. You sigh deeply into the sensation, and let yourself imagine his kiss and his touch.

Changgu’s hands delicately caress your skin as he kisses you deeply, his body heat enveloping you in warmth. Each kiss makes your walls clench around his cock, his hips gently rolling against yours in a deliciously slow rhythm. Years of lust and platonic love meld into the most beautiful connection of your bodies, and it’s all too easy to forget that this is all just a fantasy.

You bump up the intensity of your vibrator as your fingers bury themselves within you, and you shamelessly finger yourself to the thought of your best friend until you’re teetering on the edge. 

Your chest warms, your walls clench, your pleasure heightens…

“Hey, are you- oh shit!”

You’re abruptly ripped out of your fantasy by the sound of Changgu’s voice, and you see him standing in the doorway. “Changgu?”

His gaze visibly jumps from your hands to your face, his eyes growing wide before he scrambles to pull the door shut.

Embarrassment swallows you whole, and you’re unable to move. Changgu just walked in on you. Oh God, Changgu just walked in on you.

***

If he had to guess, Changgu would say his face is probably the most ridiculous shade of red right now. He stares at her bedroom door from the safety of the hallway, completely unable to unsee everything he just walked in on.

Masturbating is totally normal. Not at all a big deal. Of course she masturbates from time to time. He does it too. But he never in a million years would have thought he’d see it happening one day.

Truth be told, it was incredibly hot to see her like that, and he definitely looked at her longer than he should have. But the desire to watch had so greatly overpowered the common sense that told him to get out - he just wasn’t thinking straight.

And now he just keeps playing it over and over in his head. This isn’t the first time he’s found himself lingering on the thought of her spread out and wriggling in pleasure - it’s just that now he has a very specific, real-life image attached to it.

Changgu hears the buzzing of her vibrator stop, and he hides his face in his hands, trying to get himself focused. He needs to say something to fix this. So he forces out a laugh and goes with, “Dude, lock your door next time.”

“Maybe you should knock!” She hollers from the other side of the door, and he can’t quite tell if she’s angry or just being sassy.

“Sorry, my fault.” He starts cracking his knuckles, still flustered. “Um, just let me know when you’re ready to eat. I’m good to go whenever. Uh, take your time.” This time a more genuine laugh comes out, because this whole situation is so absurdly awkward and it just feels better to laugh about it.

“Oh my God, stop! Go awaaayyyyy,” she groans, but he can hear her laugh too. It’s reassuring, like they’ll both be fine after this.

Now if only he could stop feeling so attracted to her.

***

Changgu thought that everything would be fine, but he was wrong. He had done everything he could at dinner to keep the mood light, but it was still awkward. He hated himself for opening that damn door, because clearly she feels uncomfortable now and who knows how long it’ll take for things to actually repair themselves.

He rubs his eyes and rolls over in bed to check the clock - 11:42. He’s been attempting to sleep for at least an hour, but he just can’t get her out of his head. He just keeps remembering the look of her fingers knuckle-deep inside of her, her face flushed and mouth open with pleasure. She looked absolutely gorgeous and the more he thinks about it, the more he wishes that he wasn’t her best friend.

Maybe if they weren’t friends, he could pursue her. Maybe if they hadn’t agreed to live platonically together for the next year, he could take her out. At the very least, he could present himself as an option in her dating pool. But the fact that they are best friends and roommates means that he has to get himself under control, because nothing more will ever happen between them. 

Even though her crackhead sense of humor never fails to make him laugh.

And the way her eyes crinkle when she smiles is the cutest thing in the whole world.

And she looks so hot in literally everything she wears.

If only things were different.

And then he hears a soft knock at his door, and his mouth goes dry. She asks from the other side, “Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“…Can I come in?”

He sits up in bed and turns on the lamp on his nightstand. “Yeah, come in.”

The door creaks open, and she lets it hang ajar as she enters the room, hopping up onto the bed. She looks troubled, her brow furrowed and her cheeks pink, and it causes the biggest lump in his stomach. What could this be about?

“I, um…” She sniffs, and he realizes she may have been crying a few minutes ago. “I thought we should talk. Because things just got so weird and I don’t want it to be weird. I’m so sorry that you saw all of that…”

“You don’t have to apologize, ____. I should be the one apologizing. I’m really sorry that I invaded your privacy like that. I definitely should have knocked.” Changgu scoots closer to her, worried that she’s actually deeply upset by all of this. He obviously didn’t mean to do it, but it’s an accident that must have been too much for her.

“I’m just so embarrassed…” 

Oh, no. He recognizes that face. He sees the tension in her temples, the quivering of her lips - she’s mere seconds away from tears.

Changgu reaches out for her, placing a hand on her upper arm for comfort. “Please, don’t feel embarrassed. It’s totally fine and I won’t judge you for that, okay? I’ll just pretend like I never even saw anything.”

She looks up from her hands just long enough to meet his eyes, and then it’s game over. The waterworks cannot be held back. She starts to cry, and he immediately scoops her up in a hug to try to calm her.

“I just don’t want to… ruin our friendship!” She blurts between sobs. “You’re… my best friend, and… I don’t… want to mess it up!”

“You’re not going to mess it up! Stop saying that,” Changgu holds her tightly, but he’s starting to sense that there might be something else going on. Why is she so worried about their friendship? This isn’t even that big of a deal. “_____, what’s going on? You’re fine. It’s okay.”

She takes a moment to gather herself, her tears slowing before she pulls away from him. She wipes at her face, and he just watches her with concern.

“I haven’t been totally honest.” She covers her face, unable to look at him. “So I just have to say it. I… I like you, Changgu, and I’m attracted to you, and I have all of these feelings that I’m not supposed to have, and I swear I’m trying to make it stop because you’re my best friend and I don’t want to lose you by feeling stuff I’m not supposed to feel…”

“Really?” Changgu is stunned by her words. How long has she felt this way?

She nods gently. “But I’m doing everything I can to get it to stop, because I don’t want to screw things up and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. So please don’t think about it and help me not make this weird by just forgetting that I ever said anything.”

“I had no idea…” Not only is he confused by the sudden reveal of her feelings, but he’s surprised by how happy it makes him feel. And now he knows it’s his turn to ‘fess up. “I, um, I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” 

“In what way?”

“Well, in kind of a naked way after today,” he jokes, and he loves the smile that touches her lips.

“Fuck you, Changgu,” she laughs. “I’m trying to be vulnerable here and you’re making jokes.”

 “Sorry,” he chuckles. “Um, I’ve been thinking kind of the same way about you that you have been about me, apparently.”

Her mood gets a hair more serious. “You have?”

“Yeah. I obviously want you in my life because you’re my best friend, and I care about you with like, all that I am, and… wow, why is this so difficult to say?”

“Because it’s us.”

He meets her eyes, her intense gaze seeing into the deepest part of him, like she always does. 

Because it’s us.

It sounds like they’ve always been together, like they’re meant to be a unit. They’re us.

“I like you, _____.”

There. It’s out.

“I like you too, Changgu.”

His heart absolutely soars. There’s no way this is actually happening.

Her gaze falls to the floor. “What do we do?”

“What do you mean, ‘what do we do?’”

“This is not how I thought this conversation was going to go.” She rubs her eye. “I wasn’t prepared for this.”

“Neither was I,” Changgu laughs, and the hand he’s been keeping on her arm falls into her lap, clasping one of her hands. It feels clammy, and he’s sure his hand feels dry and rough to her, thanks to all the calluses he’s developed from rock climbing. “We can do whatever we want, right? We get to make the rules.”

She looks down at their joined hands. “So what do you want?”

You. I want you. “I want to kiss you.”

“You do?” Her eyes widen and then she immediately cracks up. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be so surprised. It’s just so weird to hear that from you.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s just… I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. And I’ve wanted to do… other things. It’s just unreal to hear you say that.”

As soon as she says ‘other things,’ his mind immediately flashes back to the memory of her touching herself. “So, wait, when I walked in on you… Was that because of me?”

She flushes, and it’s absolutely adorable. “I mean, yeah. You’re always so hot when you come back from working out.”

Her words sit strangely in his ears. “I get what you mean, that’s super weird to hear you say.”

“Right?” She laughs loudly. “It’s just… strange.”

“Okay, so now I’m really curious…” Changgu scoots over so that he’s sitting directly across from her, and he reaches up to touch her cheek. “How weird do you think it’ll get…”

Her eyes flutter back up to meet his as he cups her face, and it occurs to him that this really isn’t weird at all. He’s loved this girl his whole life and he’s finally getting to show his true feelings.

And then he does it. He kisses her.

And he kisses her again.

And again.

She tastes like sunshine and rain, like the middle of October. Like the sound of waves crashing and birds chirping. It’s her, and nothing but her, and he’s consumed by it.

Every single kiss is returned with warmth, curiosity, and passion. She cards her fingers through his hair as they kiss, and he pulls her close, wrapping her in his arms. She’s an incredible kisser, and he can’t help but feel like he’s really been missing out all this time.

But it isn’t until she bites his lip that he knows he can’t let her go back to her room tonight.

“How do you feel,” he murmurs against her lips, “about doing other things?”

She pulls back, a sly smile on her lips. “I would love to.”

***

Even with his lips on yours, it’s still impossible to believe that any of this is actually happening. That he would want exactly what you want. That you can finally break through the boundary of being just friends.

Your fantasy is somehow coming true.

You trust Changgu with all of your heart, so you dive in with everything you’ve got. You straddle his lap, delighted when you feel his bulge pressing against your core. It feels like your whole body is electrified by his touch - all you need is more skin.

With your help, his t-shirt is gone in a matter of moments, closely followed by your shirt and both of your bottoms. The two of you rush to undress each other, months (maybe years) of secret pining building up to this moment. There’s no going back - and you don’t want to, anyway.

His hands cover every inch of you, his fingers roughly perking up your nipples and traversing the curves of your ass. By the time he reaches the most sensitive part of you, you’re already a mewling mess. 

“Is this okay?” Changgu’s finger tip delicately swipes over your folds, trailing the wetness gathered there across your clit. 

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling shyly. It’s so insane that he’s actually touching you, that the pleasure you feel is all because of Changgu. You need to return the favor. You drag your hand down his chest to his cock, pleased by the hardness of it as you run your fingers over the head and down the shaft. “And I can touch you, too?”

One of his eyebrows perks up at the touch, and he nods. “Mhm. Let’s lay you down, yeah?”

“Okay.” 

He guides you back down to the bed, continuing to draw circles around your clit as he shifts you around. You let him take control - you’ve always imagined what he might do, so you’re curious to see what the non-fantasy Changgu likes.

And as it turns out, he likes biting your neck, sucking your nipples, plunging his fingers into you, and making you moan.

“Changgu,” you whimper his name as he plants kisses across your stomach. “Do you have a condom? I want you.”

Changgu looks at you like he’s in a trance, like he is completely struck with lust in this moment. “Of course, hang on.” He parts from you only long enough to dig through his dresser drawer (and long enough for you to admire his cute little butt). He returns to the bed with a condom packet in hand. “Now?”

You nod eagerly. “I feel like I’ve already waited forever.”

“I know the feeling.” 

Changgu rips open the packet and easily rolls the condom onto his length. He smiles warmly as he situates himself on top of you. “This is crazy, right?”

“Totally.” You run your nails through his soft hair and tug his earlobes before kissing him once. “But it’s the good kind of crazy.”

His lips crash into yours again as he lines himself up with your entrance, and then all at once he presses into you.

Your breath comes out of you in a stuttering sigh as you take him in, delighted by the feel of him as your bodies connect. As he starts rocking into you, you kiss him long and hard. This is everything you’ve ever wanted, and you’re absolutely overwhelmed by every beautiful sensation he gives you.

You get entirely lost in each other, your hips raising to meet his with every thrust, your lips completely entangled with his. You slip your hand between your bodies to rub your clit, giving yourself the extra bit of stimulation you need for this to be perfect.

“Do you feel good?” He quietly asks, breathing harder and harder with each thrust.

“I feel so good, Changgu,” you reassure him. “It feels so good…”

Nothing has ever felt more right, and you wonder how you convinced yourself for so long that this would be a bad idea. You had been completely, utterly incorrect. This is the best idea.

As you clench down around his cock, you realize that you’re getting alarmingly close to finishing. Maybe it’s because you didn’t get to orgasm earlier, but all of the sudden you’re right there…

A symphony of moans leaves you as you explode with pleasure, the sweet taste of Changgu’s name on your tongue. His hand grips your waist harder as you stutter beneath him, his eyes fixated sweetly on your contorting face. You’ve never felt so vulnerable yet so protected.

“____…” Changgu murmurs your name as the stars fade from your vision, and you realize he’s nearly there, too. 

You reclaim his lips and bite gingerly on his lower lip, earning yourself the same deep growl you got last time. That simple action is enough to spur a fresh burst of energy from him, and the pace of his thrusts increases. His nose crinkles as he nears his orgasm, and then a sweet moan follows as he empties into the condom. 

He hardly gives himself a moment to recover before pulling you into a deep kiss, as if to seal the magical experience you had just shared. And with that kiss, you know the two of you will never be the same.

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[insanebutreal]

7 minutes in heaven w/ Wooseokkkkk :-))

Omg everyone wants Wooseok 😱 since he is my number 1 bias I thought about creating his scenario at last. But I think I should start thinking and writing something as fast as I can 🙈🙈

[yutoda-fics]

Requests are open

Because aparently I just now realized I didnt have my ask open! So sorry about that! Trying to reformat a few things on the blog (if my browser cooperates) and then I'll get to them as soon as I can! Thank you for your support!

[sunflowersoonyoung]

melted | yeo one

w.c ↠ 1.0k

pairing/s ↠ yeoone x fem!reader

genre/s ↠ established relationship au!, pwp, smut, soft dom!changgu, wax play, temperature play, edging, fingering, creampie.

description ↠ you come home to changgu melting wax - he wants to take his love of candles to a new level.

warning/s ↠ suggestive themes, unprotected sex, bdsm/temperature play - be careful with hot wax~ 

a/n ↠ inspired by this video, i don’t think I can put into words how fond of this man that I am. I wanted to try writing something sort of sensual and intimate. I hope that came out in this short fic :) 

Upon arriving home from work late one night, you stepped into a house clouded with a fragrant scent.

Your boyfriend Changgu was a particular fan of candles. So it was not strange for you to discover he had lit one before getting into bed. He often made love to you in a candlelit room - a dizzying overload of your senses.

Today, however, you discovered him in front of the microwave, his arms folded over his chest as he watched something rotate behind the glass.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

Changgu hummed, pulling you close to him and kissing your temple casually.

“I’m melting wax,” he replied.

“Why?”

He ducked his head to meet your gaze, a toothy grin spreading on his flawless features, “I wanted to try something.”

“Mm?” You furrowed your brows, sensing something mischievous coming.

“Look,” he answered, picking up his phone and taking a moment before turning it to face you.

In the video playing on the screen, a woman was lying on her chest naked, her back exposed. A man stood over her, drizzling hot wax over her skin. Your face flushed the moment realisation crossed your mind.

“Wh-when did you hatch this?” You asked, unable to prevent the stammer that laced your speech.

“A few days ago. I found these wax melts. Don’t they smell good?”

You breathed a quivering sigh, letting your forehead fall against his chest. He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you loosely.

“We don’t have to try it if you don’t want,” Changgu’s voice ghosted past your ear, low and warm.

“I want to try it,” you replied quickly, and he laughed once more, this time because he was turned on, “good girl~.”

At that moment of atmospheric arousal, the microwave paused, alerting you both and shocking you out of your daze. But Changgu decided to ignore it for the moment, cupping your cheeks and kissing you deeply.

You were heavily affected by the kiss, your knees trembling and weak - you had to grasp his shirt to remain grounded. Finally, he pulled away, his gaze hot and affectionate.

“Why don’t you get ready for me? I’ll be there in a moment,” Changgu’s fingers massaged your hips one final time before you pulled away from him, walking unsteadily back to the bedroom.

You had not picked particularly fancy underwear earlier that morning. So you decided to strip completely naked, lingering on your feet nervously for a few moments before ending up on the bed. The thick smell of the melted wax grew close, infiltrating your shared bedroom.

Changgu’s smile was both pleased and excited as he passed through the doorway, a container in one hand and a towel tucked beneath his arm. He admired you for a while, the chocolate tone of his irises darkening with arousal. He finally had to look away to set everything up.

“Lay down, sweet,” he hummed, gesturing to the towel he had laid atop the duvet. You were trembling as you crawled onto your front, burying your face in your arms.

Changgu did not start with the wax. He could sense your nerves, so he began by working your body. He gently massaged your shoulders, running his hands between your shoulder blades, running down your sides.

Each touch caused a ripple of tingles to run down your skin. It was relaxing and thrilling, and eventually, he shifted to your backside, which inevitably made you squeal.

You were so worked up from the massage that by the time he slid his fingers over your folds, your clit felt impossibly swollen and sensitive. Just the brief contact could have made you cum.

“Changgu,” you gasped, “I’m so sensitive.”

“I know,” he replied softly, “you’ll have to hold on for me for a while longer, sweet.”

Changgu withdrew, and you turned your head to watch him. He was stirring the hot wax with a teaspoon, testing it with his fingertip and apparently deciding to proceed.

“It’s a little hot,” he warned, “are you sure you’re okay with this?”

You swallowed, nervous and excited, your heart racing.

“I’m sure.”

The first drizzle of hot wax stung deliciously, burning for barely half a second and then cooling and turning hard. You gasped, burying your face into the towel.

“Wow,” Changgu was breathless, admiring his handiwork.

He went again, this time drawing a longer line that made you curl your fists around the sheets.

“Does that feel good?” Changgu inquired, tracing his fingers over the firm wax on your back.

“It does,” you replied, “it’s amazing.”

“Hmm,” he purred, “what happens if I do this?”

As he drizzled more wax with one hand, his other hand passed through your slick pussy lips.

“Ah!” You gasped, squirming against the mattress. He pressed two fingers inside of you, and you thrashed your legs in response.

“Cute~,” Changgu laughed, pistoning his fingers. He continued this combination of layering your back with melted wax and fucking you with his fingers until you were close, and then he pulled his hand away.

For a moment, as your head spun with pleasure, Changgu allowed you to rest.

And then, all of a sudden, you were filled to the brim with his thick cock.

“Ah, Changgu,” you cried out, raising your hips up to meet his. He felt so impossibly good, each gradual thrust causing a burst of stars to speckle your vision.

His nails ran down your back, running over your wax-decorated skin. Eventually, his slow, deep pace increased, although he did not ever lose any of his power.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he angled his hips to that sweet spot; you came almost instantly, your wetness running between your thighs and onto the towel. Changgu’s laugh was ragged, catching in his throat.

“You’re so tight,” he breathed, his nails burying themselves into the flesh of your ass, fucking you shallowly for a few more moments. Then, abruptly, he threw his head back and came inside you.

You were both absolutely wiped. Regardless, Changgu helped you onto your feet, holding your waist to help you remain steady.

“Let’s have a shower, hmm? You’re covered in wax.”

You could only laugh dazedly, your head still cottony and your body still heavy.

“I love you, Changgu-ah.”

[shinusual]

Wooseok Fic - A Great Story

Heh...heh...hi...so this is unexpected. So in the past few weeks I was brutally attacked by this group called Pentagon and I just...I can’t even explain how much I love them alright it’s bad. So, I’m so sorry since I usually write svt fics and this is literally the first fic I’ve ever posted for a different group, but I hope you enjoy it!!! I’m Wooseok trash and this...just happened. THANKS FOR READING

“You’ve gotta be kidding!” Wooseok exclaims the second he hears your response.

“I’m serious!” you fire back. “How dumb are you that you wouldn’t agree?!”

Squeezing your hand he’s already holding, he shakes it vigorously as his arms fly up in disbelief. “You’re crazy!”

Laying beside him, you watch the frustration build on your boyfriend’s face. And you can’t help but laugh. “You’re crazy!”

As if questioning everything he ever knew about you, Wooseok turns his head on your shared pillow and stares deep into your soul. Even in argument like this, he makes your insides flutter. No, especially in an argument like this.

Jaw slightly hung, he’s ready to scream. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them back up. “You’re telling me…,” he starts to say calmly before exploding, “that you would rather have a VENUSAUR than a CHARMANDER?!?!”

Holding his hand even tighter, you cry back, “That’s EXACTLY WHAT I’M TELLING YOU!”

“A FREAKIN VENUSAUR?!” he shrieks, his empty hand slamming up against the bottom of Yuto’s top bunk. “WHAT THE HELL IS A VENUSAUR GONNA DO FOR YOU?!”

“I LIKE PLANTS!” you scream through your laughs. “A Venusaur would be sweet and loving and adorable!”

“(Y/N), IT’S A FUCKING POKEMON! NOT A HOUSE PET!” Wooseok argues, but you can see the small smile starting to creep out of his lips. It was always at this point in your unnecessarily stupid arguments did Wooseok start to lose his hard exterior. He’s having too much fun and there’s no way he can hide it for much longer. “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO CHOOSE ONE ON SKILL AND NECESSITY!”

“NO, THIS ISN’T POKEMON LIKE IN THE GAME! WE’RE TALKING ABOUT IF POKEMON WERE REAL!” you hollered even louder, gripping your hair so tightly, it may just all fall out. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH A POWERFUL ASS CHARMANDER IN REAL LIFE?”

“UHHH, ANYTHING YOU WANT!” Wooseok aggressively answers. “My Charmander could warm up your dinner! He could be your night light! He can make bonfires on the beach to roast marshmallows—”

“YOU WOULD FREAKIN TAKE YOUR CHARMANDER TO THE BEACH!” you interject, not holding back how ridiculous that sounds.

“HELL YEAH I’M TAKING HIM TO THE BEACH!”

Shaking your head, you jab your finger into his chest, sitting up slightly to shout down at him. “You would do stupid shit like THAT, but I’M CRAZY FOR WANTING IT TO BE CUTE AND GOOD WITH PLANTS?!”

Seeing you above him, Wooseok can’t handle it anymore. A giant smile finally sprouts out of his face and you can see his gorgeous, shining teeth. Taking a second to just look at every part of your face, he bites his bottom lip before springing into action.

“WOAH!” you scream as he takes you by the shoulder and shoves you back onto the bed. In one swift motion, he’s somehow pinned you down so that he’s now staring down at you.

All too satisfied, Wooseok smirks. Your heart’s racing from both the rather steamed argument you were just having and the fact this disgustingly attractive boy is hovering above you like this. For a second, you just wait to see what happens next.

Slowly, Wooseok lowers his head so his lips are right by your ear. Holding your breath, you can feel his hair brushing against your face. Taking a second, he leaves a hot sigh on your skin before whispering, “If you don’t choose Charmander…, you’re gonna be really Venu-sorry.”

And with that, you completely lose it. Laughing way harder than any person ever should, you can’t even move your arms to wrap around Wooseok fast enough before he’s lying right on top of you, laughing his face off too.

Wooseok rolls over slightly so he’s not completely crushing you, but he can still engulf you in his body. Burying your face into his chest, he’s more smiling at your reaction than his own joke. Unable to contain his joy, he squeezes you and shakes you in his arms as you scream into his sweatshirt, “That was the worst thing you’ve ever said!”

Laughing into your hair, he tries to catch his breath. “I think I’ve been hanging out with Hongseok too much.”

Wiggling your way out of his grip, you pull back a little, just enough to see his adorable face while still being wrapped in his embrace. Everything is so close and so smooshed together in his bottom bunk. Your arms are now between you and his chest, so in that small space you reach up and cup his soft cheeks. Your faces are already so close together. “I hate you so much.”

Somehow that makes him smile even more. Accepting that as your sign of affection, he closes his eyes and easily kisses you on the forehead, lingering there for just a little longer than you expected. He had a way of doing that, making your heart pound even harder.

This is what you loved about your boyfriend. There was no one else on the face of the planet that you could be this idiotic with and they would end it by kissing you so sweetly. No one else could make you feel so safe and so warm while also so frustrated and entertained. So hot and so cute all at the same time. Wooseok didn’t make any sense. He was perfect, yet at the same time, a complete mess. But to him, so were you. And he loved you for that.

Once he pulled away, he readjusts so that you’re both at eye level. It’s always funny when he does that, cause the rest of your bodies never line up. But neither of you care. As long as you’re close, that’s all that matters.

Feeling your grip on his face loosen, Wooseok reaches up and takes one of your hands off his cheeks. Staring as your fingers so naturally lace together, he teases, “How did I get a girlfriend with absolutely no common sense?”

“Wooowww,” you dramatically reply, rolling your eyes. But that just makes him chuckle, which then just makes you smile. “You still wanna fight, boy? Cause I can go all night.”

Thinking it through, he sighs. “Ya know what, trust me, I could go all night, but we probably shouldn’t since Yuto’s gonna be home in a couple hours.”

Nodding along, you keep his tone and sigh too. “You’re right. We probably won’t be finished by then.”

Wooseok takes a second to just play with your hand in his before he meets your gaze. You’ve always known those eyes to be killer, but they almost always catch you off guard. Smiling this adorable, playful smile, he finally says, “Ya know, you attacked me so quickly with your lunacy that I didn’t get to ask you how your day was.”

Trying your absolute best not to punch him for referencing your “lunacy,” you smile and reply, “It was alright.” You can feel his thumb rub against the back of your hand as you talk. “Class was annoying but when is it not?”

“Something we can agree on,” he says with a nod.

You chuckle as you go on. “Yeah, I didn’t do much.”

But Wooseok isn’t satisfied with that answer. “That’s it?” he complains, raising an eyebrow at you. “Come on, I’ve been waiting to see you all day. Where’s the epic story? The pizazz? I need a plot here, (Y/N).”

With a groan, you let your head rest fully on the pillow as you stare into Wooseok’s annoying, sparkling eyes. This boy will never let you live. Still, he puts a smile to your face. You know he just loves hearing you talk. “Fine,” you say, immediately making Wooseok grin. “Ummm, I guess then from the beginning?”

He nods. “From the beginning.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoff. “Okay, well this morning I woke up and got breakfast on my way to campus. I stopped by that place with the really smelly old man.”

Furrowing his eyebrows, Wooseok asks, “The one with the beard or the one with the really awesome cat?”

“The awesome cat.”

With a nod, your boyfriend smiles, always glad when you both can reference your plethora of custom characters only you two know about in the city. “Go on.”

“So, I got a bagel from there and it was way better than it was last time. Maybe one of my top 5 bagels this week,” you tell him.

“Baby, how many bagels have you had this week?” Wooseok asks curiously.

Nervously looking away, you retract into yourself. “Like 7,” you weakly answer.

“(Y/N)! IT’S ONLY WEDNESDAY!” Wooseok laughs in his shrill voice.

Darting your eyes back at him, you take your clasped hands and hit his hip. “I’M TELLING THE STORY RIGHT NOW!”

With a giant smile, Wooseok calms down and nods in agreement. “Right, right. Sorry baby. Continue.”

Finding your relaxed position again, you proceed to tell the tale of the monotonous tasks that made up your Wednesday. Outlining every instance of mundane and boring, you can feel yourself drifting off at the sound of your own voice to the point where your eyes close. But as you’re talking, you can also feel Wooseok wrap his long legs around yours, holding you even tighter. You can feel his free hand brush the line where your hair meets your forehead, until it comes down and rubs your cheek. You can suddenly feel light tufts of air hitting your nose. He interjects every so often for clarification, to see if that guy with the alien voice sat next to you in lecture again or if the birds in the park tried to attack you like usual. It’s not until you stop hearing his questions do you realize you’re not even talking anymore, but that you’ve somehow managed to put yourself to sleep.

Finally catching yourself, your eyes shoot open and everything’s blurry. “Wooseok, what happened?” you sleepily utter, thoroughly confused by your surroundings.

But as your vision comes into focus, you finally see what’s in front of you. Staring at you with the softest, brightest eyes possible, Wooseok takes a second to just...take you in. As you started to fall asleep, he just couldn’t help but be mesmerized. Your voice was the most beautiful music he had ever heard. In those moments, he took in every feature that he loved and every detail that he thought about nonstop.

After a pause of realization, Wooseok cracks a tiny smile, a layer of blush forming over his cheeks. “You fell asleep, dummy.”

Still kind of groggy, you don’t have to be fully conscious to fight this boy. “And whose fault is that for making me tell such a boring story?”

But Wooseok just takes it. Smiling even bigger, you feel his arm slide beneath you and his giant hand push firmly against your back, so that the only space between you is finally gone. Well, almost gone.

Pressing his forehead to yours, Wooseok closes his eyes and plants one right on your lips. And unlike the last time you shut your eyes, sleep is nowhere to be found. You can feel a rush of sensation fly through your entire body as he kisses you. Wooseok takes a second to untangle your hands so he can focus on pulling you even closer to him. Running your fingers through his hair, you can’t help but feel everything for this boy smooshed against you. It’s magical. Like the best kind of dream that you can only experience when you’re awake.

After kissing you for just long enough to make your entire being melt, Wooseok takes a moment to linger just a little longer, like he always did, making your heart pound even faster.

Finally taking his lips off of yours, he pulls back, but keeps your foreheads together. Your eyes flutter open to find him gazing right at you. Usually, at this moment, you could expect your boyfriend to say something completely stupid. Something that would make both of you burst out laughing and just scream like maniacs.

But right then, Wooseok decides not to. He’s just so overwhelmed that his mind draws a blank. He can only remember the last thing you said. Keeping the sleepy atmosphere between the two of you, he lightly smiles and says, “I thought it was a great story.”

-- -- --

Sigh...I love pentagon XD Thanks again for reading!!! Agh, ive just been in so much feels for this boy i cant even fully explain so i just...ok then. Not my typical group but maybe more for them one day? I’m not sure but i love them...I’m deeply in love with jung wooseok ok bye

Masterlist of my usual stuff

[huihuiheart]

Murderous May

A monthly gore/horror writing event. There will be one fic dropping every week, be sure to cast your votes to determine which fic gets picked for each week! Expect Slight Delays Thursday evening - Mondays are very hectic for me right now.

Fic for May 1st (Votes closed on April 20th):

Abandoned - Part 2 of this - Woozi (Votes: 2) Found here

or

Omen - Part 2 of this - Youngjae (Votes: 0)

Fic for May 8th (Votes closed on April 27th):

Double Edged - Changbin - Dark Queen x Executioner plot (Votes: 1) Found Here

or

Bloody Roses - NCT - Serial Killer (gonna be a chapter per member, but member is a surprise for this one) (Votes: 0)

Fic for May 15th (Votes closed on May 4th)

Depths - Part 2 of this - Demon! Seungmin (Votes: 1) Found Here

or

Muddied - Part 2 of this - Lay (Votes: 0)

Fic for May 22nd (Votes closed on May 11th): 

Going Down Swinging - Sunggyu (Infinite) - Ax murder plot (Votes: 0)

or 

Wonderland - Mad Scientist! Seonghwa + Yunho - horror based on their looks from their wonderland halloween stage and a dream that @sannie-hannie had (Votes: 1) Found Here

Fic for May 29th (Votes closed on May 18th): (Week cancelled. Works will be added to existing schedule.)

Gone -Part 2 of this - Pentagon (Yeoone focused) (Votes: 1)

or

Down the Well - Part 2 of this - Eric The Boyz (Votes: 0)

[todofinno]

Masterlist

[updated: 6/10/21]

☀ = fluff || ✦ = angst || ❃ = suggestive || ♠ = smut || ❆ = fics || ☄ = drabble || ♢ = timestamp || ⍟ = scenario || ⑀ = imagine || ♚ = personal favs. || ☾ = au (vampire/ghosts/host club, etc)

↳ The Boyz

lee sangyeon

↳ [ 11:39 PM ] ☀ ♢

bae joonyoung (jacob)

kim younghoon

lee jaehyun (hyunjae)

↳ Noona! || ☀ ⍟ ☄

In which Hyunjae can’t stop calling his older girlfriend by “baby.”

lee juyeon

moon hyungseo (kevin)

choi chanhee (new)

ji changmin (q)

ju haknyeon

kim sunwoo

son youngjae (eric)

↳ Golden Child

lee daeyeol

choi sungyoon

lee jangjun

son youngtaek

bae seungmin

bong jaehyun

kim jibeom

kim donghyun

hong joochan

choi bomin

↳ Pentagon

jo jinho

lee hwitaek (hui)

yang hongseok

ko shinwon

yanan

yeo changgu (yeoone)

adachi yuto

kang hyunggu (kino)

jung wooseok

+ more currently unlisted; request to add on groups!

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

You'll be the death of me || Jinho

Request: Writing fic for Pentagon Jinho with the prompts #3 “How oblivious can you be?” and 4# “this is the 3rd try at confessing.” (*ﾉ∀`*) . if ur free and all. thank you!

~of course! Sorry this took me so long but I got it done now finally, I put a lot of effort in it which is why it took so long💓

Prompts: #3 "how oblivious can you be?" & #4 "this is the 3rd try at confessing"

Synposis: Going to the dorms to hangout with ptg will be normal like usual, right?

Pairing: Jinho x reader

Warnings: none just fluff

Gif credits to owner

Jinho had tried 2 different times already to confess to you, once at the mall.

"y/n I have something to tell you." He said as his hands started to get clamy.

"what would that be?" You said with a smile leaving him breathless, he looked at you and was really to pour his heart out to you but then you saw a old friend of yours that you got distracted by so he decided to save it for another time. The second time it went south since you where both hanging out at the park, he started to gain courage and took you by the hand and asked,

"will you go out with me?" He squeezed your hand heat running to his cheeks. You smiled and giggled.

"where to? Whe're already at the park where would we go?" You ask obviously oblivious to what he act asked and so he settled on talking you to the ice cream parlor down the street and questioned if he'd ever gain the courage again. This time will be different though, he had planned it out perfectly all he has to do is gain the confidence and tell you tonight when you come to the dorms to hang with him and the others. He confided in the members a lot if he should do it and all of them said yes. (I mean that was because all of them had a good feeling you liked him back but that's besides the point.) Him and the members got the house ready for your arrival in 30 minutes. He hyped himself up 3rd time, deciding he'll do it at the end of the night when you walk home so if it goes wrong you'll both be able to leave the situation quick.

Fast forward to you getting to the dorms, you where greeted by a very loud and happy Wooseok, he pulled you into a big bear hug which made you smile. You then walked through the door way and said hello to Yeoone and had a small conversation since everyone was choosing what game to play, the way you smiled at Yeoone made Jinho's heart burst he would love to make you smile like that and he knows he could if he just had a little more courage. Jinho soon walked up and joined both of you two in a conversation. While you all talked the others decided on Mario Kart to play and you could quickly tell by them screaming. Yuto and Wooseok made a alliance and Hui was just loosing it, you couldn't stop laughing at how funny it was. The night kept going and everything played more games, no one checking the time enough to realize it was already 11 PM. Everyone was talking and a lot of them where whispering to Jinho and him hitting them which got you very confused, you checked the time and it hit you that it was 11 at night.

"guys I made a mistake,,," you said with nervousness in your voice causing panic to ensue throughout the boys.

"oh no, what's wrong?"

"is everything okay?"

"what mistake?"

"what's going on?" All of them talked over eachother in concern not letting you finish yourself.

"it's nothing too bad don't worry, Its just 11 at night I don't think it's safe for me to walk home,," you said with concern still in your voice.

"stay the night. You can leave tomorrow when it's bright out and safe, you can sleep on the couch or one of us can volunteer our bed." Hui said immediately, everyone agreeing.

"why not Jinho's room, he'd probably give it gladly" Hongseok said with a joking tone.

"oh yeah definitely" Kino said elbowing Jinho, you where confused but they all kept joking on it.

"No. Sleep on my bed I'll sleep on the floor or the couch don't worry." Jinho said smiling.

"No you really don't have too! It's fine I can sleep on the couch." You said putting your hand on his shoulder.

"no-no my bed is way more comfy than the couch and it's your first time sleeping at our dorm I think we all agree we want you to be the most comfortable."

"okay okay, but please make sure you're sleeping right since couches aren't always the best,," you said since you knew the amount you'd try to fight it the difference wouldn't matter because Jinho would stick to his thought and not let go of it. You said goodnight to the rest of the members and Jinho lead you to his room, he made his bed and grabbed a spare blanket and started walking out the door but you realized you didn't have a change in clothes.

"Uh,, Jinho" you said very quietly he almost didn't hear it. He turned around and looked at you wanting you to continue your words.

"can I borrow a shirt? This one isn't that comfortable to sleep in,," you said blushing incredibly, causing his ears to go red.

"uh,, yeah uh, right over there in that dresser grab whatever shirt you want" he said, walking out the door starting to set up the couch to sleep on. You changed into his shirt and had butterflies hit your stomach no matter the amount you try to compress your feelings for Jinho, you laid in in Jinho's bed feeling a little weird but you turned to the wall and closed your eyes. Jinho realized he didn't have a pillow to sleep on so he went back to his room, but realized you had called asleep when he opened the door. Shinwon walked up to Jinho at the door way.

"so when are you gonna confess to y/n?"

"I am going to try for tomorrow before y/n leaves, I was going to ask y/n when leaving to walk home so if it went bad but I got sweaty at the hands when choosing what bed to sleep in was decided." Jinho and Shinwon continued to talk about the matter at the door way, not realizing you where awake by you being turned to the wall but your head was spinning.

"well good luck tomorrow" Shinwon said patting him on the shoulder and heading to his room. Jinho walked into the room to sneak out a pillow from the bed, he smiled looking at you.

"gosh you'll be the death of me y/n" he said with a little laugh at the end.

"do you really like me?" You said not facing him yet, causing him to freeze. The alarm in his face was obvious but you couldn't see it.

"oh wow,, you heard that?,,, Well no point in lying especially since I was going to get the courage for this tomorrow, yes I like you I have tried asking your out 2 times already but this is the 3rd time now." He said with a anxious laugh

"oh my God,, 3 trys?? When??" You'd said turning to him.

"well the most notable was at the park when I asked if your wanted to go out with me and you thought I meant to a different location." He said laughing once more

"oh my god,,, I really thought you where just asking if I wanted to go to the ice cream parlor" you said hitting yourself in the head, Jinho quickly grabbed your arm and took your hand in his.

"it's fine but ugh how oblivious can you be?" He said, squeezing your hand realizing what he had to say.

"okay this is the 3rd try at confessing so how do you feel? Do I have a chance?" He said nervousness in his voice.

"Absolutely, I have liked you for so long and compressed those feelings for so long,,, want to come into the bed and sleep? We can cuddle" you said laughing, tugging him to lay down next to you as he smiled.

"I'll take that offer gladly" he said wrapping his arms around your waist.

[blondelix-blog]

tags pt5

[gwentoryfics]

whoops i wrote a changgu smut

...

who wants it

[gwentoryfics]

Hot for Teacher, Part 4.

Genre | College Student x College Professor Smut AU

Pairing | Hongseok x Reader x Hyunggu (Kino)

Words | 9.8k

Summary | You never realized how much one drunken night could color the rest of your college experience until you discover that the handsome stranger from your cousin’s wedding is also the new professor at your university.

Warnings | Cursing. Masturbation. Underage drinking. Mentions of smoking. Sexist assholes. Poor choices.

Parts | 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 5.5 • 6 • More Coming Soon AO3   | 1 • 2 

Playlist | Spotify • Youtube

Note | Yay! First update on my new blog! Thank you as always for following and supporting me, you all have no idea how much it means to me every time I get an ask or a message. I love you all dearly. 💕 Also, I don’t currently have a playlist put together for this part but I will add links above when the playlist is ready!

You make it to the music building in record time, smoothly flashing your student ID and dashing up the stairs to the office. A somewhat familiar face sits behind the reception desk, but you can’t quite place him. He’s got dark hair that rests on his forehead, a thin nose, and a friendly smile.

“Hello, how can I help you?” He greets you as you beeline for the desk. You recognize his voice as the one you heard over the phone.

“Hi, I think you just called me? I’m _____.” You throw on a grateful smile. “I asked for those excuse card copies.”

“Ah! Right.” He picks a few papers off of his desk and holds them out to you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you so much.” You eagerly take the papers, gushing. “You have no idea how much this is going to help me.”

He laughs quietly. “Why do you need them so badly, if you don’t mind me asking? Your note sounded pretty urgent.”

You remember scribbling a note to him that may or may not have been laced with a few choice words. “Oh, sorry about my language.”

“No worries.”

“I’ve just got a professor who’s trying to make an issue of the fact that I missed a bunch of convocations last year. You know how they get.” You try to keep your explanation as vague as possible to avoid incriminating Professor Yang or yourself. Avoiding eye contact, you casually flip through the photocopies, frowning a little as they remind you exactly why you had to go home so frequently.

“Understood. Convocations are kind of a big deal. I’m glad that those copies will help.” His smile turned into a bit of a frown. “I’m sorry it took so long. They weren’t particularly easy to get access to.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You wave your hand dismissively. Sure, it had taken a little over a week (and that had resulted in you being quietly grudge-y in the back of the Physics classroom yesterday morning), but you have all of your evidence right here in your hands now. “I really appreciate you digging them up for me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” The boy nods at you once and when he turns to his computer, you suddenly recognize his profile.

“Oh my God! Jazz band!”

His brow furrows and he laughs awkwardly. “Um, what?”

You shake your head to get your thoughts straight. “Sorry, I just realized why you look familiar. You’re the jazz band pianist!”

“Oh! Yeah, that’s me.”

A huge smile creeps across your face. You have so much admiration for the man sitting in front of you now, and you feel like an idiot for acting, well, like an idiot. “You’re such an amazing jazz pianist. It just, you’re just so good! You guys killed it at the first convocation.”

“Thank you! That really means a lot.” He easily accepts your compliment, as if he were used to being gushed over. But he doesn’t seem to be a dick about it - he’s just confident.

You explain yourself: “I play piano, too. I want to make it into jazz band next year, so I’m working really hard this year.” Why did you need to tell him that? He probably doesn’t care what a lowly sophomore like yourself dreams about.

He keeps a smile and a good attitude about it. “Ah. You know, there’s going to be a lot of competition for that seat.”

“Trust me, I know.” You’re sure that you’re far from being the best jazz pianist in the music department, but you try to stay positive. You’re at least good enough to be in the running. So why couldn’t you be the one to get the seat?

And then the pianist makes you an offer you absolutely can’t refuse: “Would you be interested in sitting in on a jazz band rehearsal sometime? I can chat with the director. I’m sure she’d let you.”

A rush of adrenaline bursts through your veins. “Really? Oh my gosh, that would be amazing. I would absolutely love that.”

“Awesome.” He smiles sweetly. “Can I save the phone number from your note? So I can get in touch with you.”

“Yes, of course. Please.” You nod a little too fervidly.

“Cool.” He holds out his hand. “I’m Changgu. It’s nice to meet you, _____.”

You shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, Changgu.”

You feel surprisingly light as you make your way down the hall to Professor Yang’s office, but only because you’re now backed with proof of your innocence in the matter. Not that any of it is really that important, anyway, but you just need him to know that it was not intentional.

Well, that and the fact that you may or may not get to attend a jazz band practice. With Changgu, of all people. He’s everything you want to be - in a music sense, at least. You don’t really know much else about him. But hey, maybe you’d have the chance to get to know him a bit.

As Professor Yang’s office comes into sight, your smile fades and your steps falter. The music softly floating through the closed door catches you off guard - the sound of funk guitars and raw vocals.

It’s not just any music he’s listening to.

“Tell me something good…”

You freeze.

“Tell me that you love me, yeah…”

He is listening to the song you sang to him in the hotel that night. The song you specifically chose to set the mood. The song that, as far as you are aware, he had no knowledge of before you played it for him.

You remember coyly dancing and singing, remember the lustful look in his eyes as his gaze traveled down your swaying body. You remember the heat of his lips and the clutch of his hands - and suddenly you’re neck-deep in filthy thoughts of him.

Even worse, you can’t help but wonder if he’s feeling all of those things right now, as he’s listening to the one song that truly tethers you together.

Leaning against the wall, you try to take a deep breath and calm yourself. Your mind is racing and your heart is beating way too fast. Should you even go in there? Maybe you should just come back some other time. What would he say if you walked in on him like this?

...and then you smile the most mischievous of smiles.

What would he say, exactly, if you caught him listening to a song that had to remind him of you? Mr. Not-At-All-Affected-By-You couldn’t act all high and mighty anymore, could he?

Now that is something you’d like to witness.

Professor Yang has to still be attracted to you, at the very least. You don’t necessarily want to encourage that emotion by bursting in and making him face his feelings, but it’s all part of proving your point - that this situation wasn’t a scheme of yours, and that you’re not the only one to blame.

Taking just a moment to compose yourself, you let your lips settle into a line and you knock calmly.

The music grows quiet and Professor Yang calls out, “Come in.”

Boy is it a struggle to keep your neutral expression as you open that damned door.

And it’s even harder to stay neutral when he very visibly reacts to the fact that it is you of all people entering the room.

His eyes widen for a moment as recognition flashes across his face, and then he immediately scrambles to turn off the music completely. But you both know it’s too late for him to pretend like he wasn’t just blasting your sex music, and the acoustic guitar in his lap tells you that he was possibly even playing along.

Smugly, you say, “Good song, huh?”

Professor Yang purses his lips, not amused. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, actually.” You approach him coolly, placing your excuse cards calmly on his desk. “I brought these for you.”

He picks one up and eyes it as you take a seat across from him. “And why do I need these?”

“Because, Professor, if you’ll remember, you blatantly accused me of intentionally getting us into this mess. So now I’m back to clear my name. Clearly I was not at any convocations last semester, so I didn’t even know you existed until I saw you at the wedding.”

Rolling his eyes, he stands and places his guitar back on its stand. “Congratulations, you’ve officially taken this way further than it needed to be taken.”

“Hongseok, I’m serious. I didn’t do this to you.”

He prickles, his fox eyes pinching shut. “It’s Professor Yang.”

“Professor Yang, sorry.” It’s an honest mistake, the way his name so naturally slips past your defenses, and you hope it doesn’t set you back on your mission to reach a neutral ground with him. “I just need you to believe me.”

He picks up the cards and sits on the edge of his desk as he examines them. “You really want me to go through and match all of these dates up with the convocation dates?”

You scoff. “Obviously you don’t have to do that. The cards all specifically say that I was missing a convocation, and you can see the department head’s signature on it and everything. See?” You stand, pointing over his shoulder at the scrawled signature. You suppose that it doesn’t really look like more than a squiggle, so it could be argued that you had done it yourself, but you’ll fight as many battles as you need to. You’re going to get him to acknowledge you.

Professor Yang’s thumb swipes over the page as he reads one, then another, and another, putting the pieces together and learning the unfortunate reason why you so frequently returned home. His voice is quiet, soft, when he finally asks, “How is your family?”

Your mouth dries up. “Better. My father is in remission now.”

All of the weekends you had to go home, you were going to see your father. His stage three lung cancer made it so that you could never be sure how long he would be around. Any of those visits could have been your last. By the grace of something holy, his treatments had been successful. Hopefully it would stay that way.

Professor Yang takes a slow breath, and you can feel empathy pouring from him. “I’m glad to hear it. And I’m sorry you and your family had to go through that. Cancer is awful.” He looks down at you, his gaze warm and sincere.

As you lock eyes, you suddenly realize how close he is. You feel the heat radiating off of him, smell the familiar cologne lingering on his collar - bergamot and cardamom. Your heart pulses with desire and your throat tightens, as if he were a living, breathing aphrodisiac.

If he feels anything similar, he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, he just takes a step away from you, returning to the safe space behind his desk. You also step back, bumping gently into your chair and absolutely hating the way he turns you into a bumbling mess.

Professor Yang is much more considerate with your excuse card copies now, tucking them carefully away in his desk drawer. He clears his throat once and takes a seat. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

You sit, too. Sure, he had acknowledged (sort of) that the excuse cards are real. But you need him to verbalize your innocence. “Do you believe me now?”

He dismisses your question and repeats himself, a little less gentle this time. “Is there anything else?”

“Yeah, an apology.” You really shouldn’t be surprised. Of course he wouldn’t give in easily. “I’ll even settle for you admitting that you believe me when I say I had no idea who you were when we met.”

Professor Yang rolls his eyes in a rather childish manner, but damn it if there isn’t something hot about his irritation. “Fine. I believe you. Is that all?”

You know you shouldn’t ask; you shouldn’t string those words into an audible question. But, naive little thing you are, you do. “Why were you listening to that song?”

“It’s a good song,” he calmly answers, still looking away from you. You can sense that there’s certainly more to it than that, but you do believe that he does genuinely like the song.

“It is,” you murmur. You should really stop and leave it at that, but you can’t stand to let the air between you grow quiet. So you press on. “And you’re learning to play it?”

“Yes.”

Stop. Leave it there.

“What do you usually play on guitar? I know you’re not really into funk that much.” Your mouth runs all on its own.

Professor Yang doesn’t verbally respond - he just stares at you with a warning deep in his eyes.

But you can’t stop. Your anxious blabbermouth has taken hold and is making you ramble. “You like rock, right? I think you told me that, you know, when we-”

“Stop. Please, just stop.” Professor Yang cuts you off, shutting you up more effectively than your own brain could. “Don’t try to talk to me about that night. I don’t want to have that conversation.”

You blush hard, embarrassed by the foolish route your mouth had taken you. “Okay, then let’s just talk about music. Who do you like?”

“I don’t want to talk about that, either. I don’t want to talk about anything with you, _____.” His gaze hardens. “I think it’s best that we don’t have any sort of relationship outside of the classroom.”

“Even small talk is off the table? It’s just a simple question.”

“Nothing is simple with you. If this were simple, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

“Answer the question and I’ll leave.” It’s a stupid bargain. It’s all so stupid. But at this point you feel like you have to make this conversation go somewhere, simply to save yourself from your embarrassment.

He purses his lips, considering whether he should give into you or not. Eventually he says, “Van Halen. Pink Floyd. The Rolling Stones. AC/DC.”

You nod stiffly, but you’re pleased that he responded at all. “Any Aerosmith?”

“Some of their early stuff.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “I think that’s enough questions.”

You keep blabbing, almost like you don’t really want to leave. “You know, I went through an Aerosmith phase when I was a kid. Found my dad’s records and thought it was the best thing in the world.”

“Can we please be done here? I would like for you to leave.”

As you stand from your seat, you can’t help but feel the urge to lift some of the tension with humor, embarrassing though it may be. In an awkward imitation of Steven Tyler, you sing some of the lyrics from one of the most well-known Aerosmith songs - and of course, you throw in just a touch of air guitar. “Sing for me, sing for the years / Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears…”

And then, it all pays off as Professor Yang very visibly struggles to hold back a smile. He shakes his head, trying to regain his composure, but his voice is light as he says, “Nope. Get out.”

You start backing towards the door, but you keep up your act and go all-out for the biggest part of the song. “Dream on! Dream on! Dream on!”

“Oh my God,” he laughs, unable to hold it in anymore. He stands, chasing you out. “Get out of here! Go!”

As you hurry out the door, you jump up two octaves so you’re practically squealing, “Dream on! Dream on!”

All you get in response is a loud NO as he closes the door on you, but you still giggle. It’s so relieving to see him not pissed at you for once.

You smile to yourself. Absolutely worth it.

“I’ve got a quick question for ya. Maybe two, depending on your answer to the first.” Nailah hands you another freshly-cleaned dish to dry before dunking her hands back into the sink.

She is a fabulous cook and always makes sure to make enough dinner for both of you - as long as you help with cleanup and grocery shopping. You’ve offered multiple times to handle the cleanup entirely on your own, since the current arrangement still isn’t fair. But Nailah always insists that she can’t let you do it all by yourself.

“Sure, what is it?” You towel dry the mixing bowl and tuck it into a cabinet just in time to grab a clean plate from her.

“Are you friends with any Music Comp students?”

“Yeah, I know a few.”

“Do any of them have an interest in film scoring?”

You realize why she’s asking. “You need some music for a film?”

“Mhm.” She hums, scrubbing roughly at the cutting board in her hand.

“What’s this one about?”

“Well it’s not exactly a whole film, it’s just a scene for my directing class. The overall story is about a young woman who’s struggling to deal with the trauma of her past, and how that’s affecting her self-image as a queer woman.” Nailah rinses the cutting board and hands it off to you, looking dramatically off into the distance as she explains the story. “In this scene, she’s torn. She wants - craves - physical intimacy with her love interest, but she’s riddled with the guilt and shame that’s been instilled in her since she was a child.”

“That sounds exactly like something you would make.” You smile and dry off her hands, now that she’s done washing.

“Well, I am me.”

Nailah has always been open about her queerness since you met her last year. The day that you moved in, she was completely honest with you about her preferences and assured you that she wouldn’t hit on you or make you uncomfortable - she must have assumed that you might be bigoted, seeing as how you’re from such a small town. But believe it or not, you’re actually a decent human being who doesn’t give two shits about whether or not your roommate is lesbian.

Honestly, the weirdest part about your living arrangement is the age difference between you. Normally freshmen wouldn’t be assigned a room with a sophomore, but that’s how it worked out. Regardless of your ages, the two of you immediately struck up a friendship; you couldn’t have asked for a better roommate.

She squeezes your hands as a thank-you and takes off towards her desk, releasing her braids from the bun atop her head. “You didn’t answer my question, by the way.”

Right! You think for only a second, and a name immediately comes to mind. “You remember my friend Shinhye, right? She came over once or twice last semester.”

Nailah nods, stashing some supplies into her backpack and preparing to head out for class. “She’s in comp?”

“Yeah, and she’s really good. I don’t know if she’s ever done film stuff before, but I can ask.”

She shakes her head curtly. “I’ll ask. It’s more professional that way. Can I get her number from you?”

“Of course.” You get your phone out to read off Shinhye’s number (does anyone memorize phone numbers anymore?), and Nailah saves the contact info.

“You’re the best.” She pulls on her bomber jacket and slips into her combat boots. No matter how casually she dresses, she always manages to look fashionable. You may or may not be a little jealous of her look from time to time.

“You’ve got that right.”

Nailah snorts, rolling her eyes. “I’ll see you later.”

“Have fun!” You call after her, and you hear the door close as she exits for her night class.

You take it upon yourself to tidy up the kitchen area a little more, wiping down the stove and limited counter space. The kitchen is pretty small (you were still technically in a dorm apartment, after all), but you are lucky to have an apartment-style dorm in the first place. It is the perfect little space for you and Nailah, and you love the view you got every evening at sunset.

As you finish your cleaning, you feel your phone buzz multiple times in your pocket - it’s a series of texts from your cousin, Minseo.

Minseo, 6:54pm: Jiyoo finally put the wedding photos up on social, check it out! Minseo, 6:54pm: Honestly we looked so good. Minseo, 6:55pm: And so did your groomsman ;D Minseo, 6:55pm: How’s that going btw??

You groan. The last thing you need is to see him in that tux again, to see him on the exact night you stripped each other naked and screwed each other senseless. It’s a terrible idea to look at those photos and relive the night all over again.

But… despite your better judgment, you pop open your laptop and resign yourself to the bittersweet memories.

There are multiple photos that you don’t even remember taking during the reception, including one of you with the bride, her luxurious bouquet in your hand. But as much as you want to linger and admire your makeup and dress, your heart wants something else.

Hongseok shines brighter than anyone in the wedding party photos, his gorgeous smile drawing your eyes right to him. He looks just as handsome as you remember, with those sharp eyes and plush lips. And damn that tux fits him just right.

Your mind is filled with memories of that night, and you can’t help but notice the low burn of desire deep within you. You desperately needed to feel that good again… and Nailah just left for class, so you have the room to yourself for a while...

You slip into your shared bedroom and close the door (just in case). Luxuriously, you lay yourself back onto your bed, fingers sliding up beneath your shirt to cup your breasts as you remember his touch.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you think that you really shouldn’t be enabling your lustful attraction by masturbating to the thought of him, but at the forefront of your mind you honestly don’t care. A little fantasy never hurt anybody.

All you can think about is the warm press of his lips and the sheer strength of him - and the way he made love to you like nobody ever has. He filled you perfectly, and you long to feel the stretch of his cock in you again.

Hastily, you kick off your jeans and shove your panties down your hips, pleased to find your folds already slick with arousal. Just the mere thought of him has you so worked up - you can hardly stand the pure want that you feel, like he is a drug you’re addicted to.

You let your hands and your mind wander, your fingers rediscovering every curve and fold of your body, your thoughts drifting into dangerous territory as you fantasized...

What would the look on his face be if you dared to wear a sheer shirt to class one day?

Or better yet, if you conveniently forgot to slip on a bra?

He’d be furious of course, because it’s simply not fair for you to be looking so deliciously sexy when you both know he can’t do anything about it.

Maybe he would do something about it.

And what would he do if you burst into his office with no panties under your dress, just like that night? Your arousal dripping down your legs, the scent of your sex filling the small room and driving him to madness.

Maybe he’d do something about it then, too.

You would never, never, do any of those things. You’re not that kind of girl; you don’t flirt with - or seduce - your teachers. The consequences are much too great.

But… what if?

This is the only time you let yourself really consider the outcomes of those fantasies, the only time you can truly indulge in the pleasure you get just from looking at him.

You’re absolutely overcome with need for him as your fingers dive into your slit, curling against your favorite spot. The only thing you want is to feel his rough fingers instead of your own, to wrap your mouth around the girth of his cock and hear him fucking moan.

You whimper softly as your fingers ravage your hole, your thoughts geared solely on the mental image of him shirtless and glowing with sweat. You want to lick each drop off of him, want to bite his gorgeously soft lips, want to ride him so good that he can’t help but fill you with his cum.

It’s so easy to remember the way his hair fell in his face as he pounded into you, the intensity with which his eyes pierced yours with each thrust. God, he is the sexiest man to ever exist and the memory of screwing him pushes you over the edge.

Frighteningly fast, you reach your climax. Your chest tightens and warms as you explode with pleasure, wetness spurting forcefully past your fingers. For a moment, you imagine that it might be his hot, sticky cum dripping out of you, his seed coating your walls and making you feel beautifully filthy.

As your orgasm plays out, you lay there in ecstasy - but it’s bittersweet. Melancholic, even. Because you know you’ll never be able to experience it for real ever again.

And then the fog lifts.

The ecstasy fades, and you realize that you were just fantasizing about having unprotected sex with your teacher.

Not only had you fantasized about it, but you actually squirted as you thought about him.

...and damn, was it hot to think about him completely raw inside of you.

You’re not that kind of girl.

And you really shouldn’t let yourself get carried away like that. Because if you know anything about yourself, it’s that if you allow yourself to consider something even a little bit, you may actually end up acting on it. That’s exactly how you got into this mess in the first place.

So this is the last time you’ll let yourself consider it.

After you take a moment to calm down and make peace with your decision, you roll up your dirty sheets and take a quick shower. Once you’ve taken your sheets downstairs to the laundry room, you call Shinhye, looking for a distraction.

“Yello?” Shinhye answers almost right away.

“Hey. What are you up to this weekend?”

“Procrastinating, probably. Why, you got something planned?”

“We should find a party. I feel like I want to get slammed.”

Shinhye doesn’t respond immediately. “Is Nailah coming?”

“I haven’t said anything to her. Why?”

“She seems cool. You should bring her.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” You chuckle, remembering that Nailah called her earlier. “So start scouring campus for parties and let’s get wasted.”

“Hey, short stuff.”

You look up from your notes as Wooseok enters the practice room, only a few minutes late to your tutoring session. He was late last week, too. But you’re not the type to hold it against him, though, so you just shoot him a smile. “Hey.”

His hair is parted off to the side today, and it really suits him. He shrugs off his jean jacket and pulls up a seat across from you. “Those flashcards we worked on last week have been super helpful. But honestly, I’m still pretty slow at identifying the pitches.”

“That’s okay. It takes time.” You reassure him. “You’ll get it.”

After meeting with him for the first tutoring session last week, you discovered that he’s a surprisingly good pupil. He picks up on the concepts quickly, but the real issue is that he has trouble with retention. Hence, the flashcard and memorization exercises.

You spend the next forty minutes or so going over his theory homework and reviewing chord structures. Wooseok does well, but you can tell when he hits a wall and has to stop. The two of you call it quits and start packing up.

“Have you thought at all about how you’d like me to repay my debt to you?” He teases as he zips up his backpack. The smirk on his lips is so casual. What a natural flirt he is.

You ignore the suggestive look he’s giving you - you’re positive he’s just joking around. But he’s right, he does owe you since you’ve been helping him. You haven’t given it much thought, though. “I haven’t come up with anything yet, but I’ll let you know when I do.”

“Whatever you want,” Wooseok shoots a wink your way, and you laugh.

“Stop that! It’s not going to be like that, so calm yourself.”

He chuckles and pulls on his jean jacket, picking up his backpack and returning his chair to its original place in the room. “Suit yourself, little lady.”

Little lady? Short stuff? Where are all of these nicknames coming from? “You know I’m not actually that small. You’re just a giant.”

“I’m not actually that tall, you’re just bitty.” Wooseok playfully mocks you.

“Wow, I never thought of that,” you respond, sarcasm dripping from your words.

“And she’s got sass, too!” With an easy smile, he leans back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for you. You respond childishly by sticking your tongue out at him, which earns you a bout of his bright laughter.

Once you’ve got your things together, you both head out. You don’t have too far to go, though, since your piano lesson is in about fifteen minutes. Wooseok walks down the hall with you.

“Any plans this weekend?” He asks, making small talk.

“Nothing set yet. You?”

“Just the usual, I guess. My roommate and I are throwing a party tomorrow night, so I’m guessing we’ll spend the rest of the weekend recovering.”

“You’re having a party?” His plans immediately catch your attention - and you knew exactly how to get your friends and yourself invited. “Okay, I think I know what I want as repayment.”

“Yeah?”

“My friends and I are looking for a party, so you should let us come over.” You shoot him your most charming smile.

“Totally. I’ll text you the details.” He splits off in the direction of the stairs. “But you don’t have to waste your repayment on that. You’re invited for free. So think of something better.” With that, he disappears down the steps.

Something better? You don’t know what that’ll be, but for now you’re just pleased that you found a party. You’ll settle his debt later.

After you and Kino get out of Aural Skills II on Friday morning (you will forever hold a grudge for the class, since it’s basically the only one in the whole school that meets on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday), the two of you book a practice room to work on R&B Ensemble music. When you get to his solo, you notice that he likes to pace while he sings it.

“Do you think you’ll do some choreography for this song?” You ask him. “I mean, you are a dancer.”

He stretches his arms across his body one at a time and rolls his neck. “You know, I actually started choreographing some movements to the song just to see what I might want to do. Wanna see what I have so far?”

“Sure!” You answer excitedly. “I’ve never seen you dance before.”

“True, I guess you haven’t.”

“Do you want me to play for you?”

“Nah, I’ll pull it up on my phone so you can watch.” He picks his phone out of his pocket, and laughs to himself as he navigates to the music. “Although I have no doubt that you could play and watch me at the same time.”

“Maybe once I have the song memorized,” you chuckle.

Kino sets his phone on his music stand as it starts to play his Bruno song, and he dives right in. The movements are simple enough that he can effortlessly sing along, but they’re so precise that he really, truly looks like a professional. His footwork is sharp, and the way he pops his hips is very reminiscent of Bruno himself - but with a little Kino twist.

After the chorus, he stops and faces you with a shy smile. “That’s all I’ve got right now.”

“Kino, that was so cool!” You gushed, clapping elatedly. “You have to do that for the showcase. It’s perfect for the song.”

“Thank you! I’m glad you like it.” He beams, a little more confident now that you’ve boosted his ego. “Do you want to see more? That’s not the style of dance I usually do.”

“Absolutely.” You don’t even hesitate to answer. You’re so curious to see what else he has in store.

He chooses a different song to play - “Shape of You” by Ed Sheeran. Almost immediately, you’re entranced by the way he dances. He’s really good, and the level of control over his movements is just insane.

It’s also kind of crazy to you how willing and comfortable he is to just drop everything and dance for you. The only time you feel comfortable dancing like that is after you’ve had a couple drinks. It’s really admirable.

He finishes his dance, and you start clapping for him again. “Did you choreograph that too?”

“Sort of. I just kind of made it up on the spot.”

“That’s absolutely insane. I had no idea how good you were!” You laugh. “I could never dance like that.”

“Sure you can.” Another song plays, and Kino gestures for you to get up. “Come on, I’ll show you a little something.”

He walks you through some cool footwork, and he’s so encouraging that you actually don’t feel awkward at all to be dancing in front of him. Even though you can tell that the movement doesn’t sit in your body as well as it does in his.

The next song to come on has a distinctly Latin vibe, and Kino reaches his hand out to you. “Alright, come on. You have to dance with me for this one.”

“But I don’t know how to dance to this music!”

“I’ve got you.” He smiles warmly as he takes your hand and pulls you toward him. He keeps some space between you so that you’re not flush up against him, and you both look down at your feet. “I’ll lead. So I’ll step forward with my left foot first, which means you have to step back with your right.”

You do as he instructs.

“Then you just step back together, one, two. Yeah, just like that. Then it’s your turn to step forward with your left - yes, exactly. Just a simple cha-cha.” You move together until you get the feet down.

“I’m too stiff,” you laugh, noticing the robotic way you move your feet.

“You have to loosen up your hips.” He lets go of your hand so both of his hands can secure themselves to your hip bones, and he does it so casually that you almost don’t notice the grip of his fingers. “So you just have to move your hips in time with your feet, like this.” He directs your hips from side to side. “Don’t fight it. Just feel the music.”

You hold tightly to his shoulders as he moves you, feeling unsteady under his hands. It isn’t until you look up at him that you realize how close he is. He meets your gaze, and like wildfire you see pink flood across his cheeks.

“Sorry.” Kino quickly releases you, taking a step back. “Dancers are just used to being manipulated like that, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable by touching you like that.”

You blush, too, feeling awkward. “Oh, no, it’s totally fine. I mean, you were just showing me how to dance, it’s not like a big deal or anything.”

He lets out a short laugh, and it makes you smile. “Sorry,” he apologizes again. “I’m not always this weird, I promise.”

“You’re not being weird,” you reassure him. A moment of silence passes, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. You turn towards the piano. “Do you want to go back to practicing?”

He nods gratefully. “Yeah, let’s do that.”

As you resume your seat, you’re not sure what you’re feeling. Even though that was a somewhat intimate moment - and Kino is definitely a cutie - you can’t help but remember Professor Yang’s touch.

You’re such a lost cause.

You pick out your tightest jeans and a low-cut top for the party that night, and Nailah wears something similar. You don’t necessarily have the intention of meeting a guy tonight, but who knows. You could get drunk and hook up with someone, because that’s apparently what you do now. You’re just preparing yourself for that possibility.

You and Nailah meet Shinhye downstairs, and she’s wearing a ripped up pair of boyfriend jeans with a crop top - very nineties hip hop, but it suits her with her short hair and round glasses.

The three of you roll across the street to Plymouth and let yourselves upstairs. The security in this building isn’t as tight as your own, so it’s easy to slip into a throng of residents up to Wooseok’s room.

There must be at least fifteen other people in the room - which is a lot, considering that the apartment sized dorm room isn’t really that large.

It doesn’t take you long to spot Wooseok, since he towers over everyone there. He works his way towards you as you and the girls grab some drinks from the kitchen. You decide to start with vodka shots because you are NOT messing around tonight.

Wooseok throws himself around you in a gigantic bear hug, and you can smell the alcohol coming off of him. He slurs, “Shortie, you came!”

You laugh, giving him a pat on the back. “I told you I’d be here.”

He pulls away, a lazy smile on his face. “And you’re not so short today. Look at you bein’ all tall and stuff for once.”

“Yeah, heels will do that.” You giggle, showing off your three-inch footwear. “Wooseok, these are my friends, Shinhye and Nailah.”

He waves cockily. “What’s up, ladies.”

“This is Wooseok, my drummer friend.”

“Thanks for having us over!” Shinhye, your ever polite friend chimes.

“Of course, of course,” Wooseok brushes her off. “You girls get some drinks and get to dancing, okay?”

“Amen!” You reach for some more vodka, mixing yourself a screwdriver this time. Once Nailah and Shinhye have their own beverages of choice, you make your way into the living room to dance.

The music is probably louder than it should be, and it’s house music that you typically wouldn’t listen to, but honestly you don’t really care. You just want to get lost tonight. Besides, Shinhye and Nailah are having a good time dancing, so you have fun dancing with them too.

The three of you get lost in the booze and the music, and it’s exactly the distraction you needed. Just a fun night with the girls.

After a while, Nailah leans in closer to both of you and shouts over the music, “I’m gonna head downstairs for a smoke.”

“I’ll come with you!” Shinhye smiles at her. You know Shinhye doesn’t smoke, but whatever.

“I’m gonna stay here and get some more to drink.” You pat them both on the shoulders. “Don’t get lost out there.”

“We’ll be fiiiiine,” Shinhye drawls.

Nailah takes Shinhye’s arm. “We’ll be back in a few, okay?”

You just nod as they walk off, and then you make your way to the kitchen for another drink. There’s a group standing around in the kitchen all getting ready to do shots, and you join them, tossing back two more and mixing up another screwdriver for yourself. You’re certainly feeling the alcohol at this point, and you move back into the living room because the music is just calling you.

As you dance, you suddenly feel the warmth of someone behind you. Their hands come to rest on your hips, and you drunkenly look back to find an unfamiliar face. You stop moving, not really wanting to dance with this guy.

“Do I know you?” You ask, sass dripping from your voice.

“No, but you can get to know me if you want.” He pulls you tightly against him, grinding lewdly against you.

You cringe, trying to pull away from him. “I don’t want to.”

“Oh, come on. Just have a little fun.” His mouth is too close to your ear, and his grip is too strong. You can feel his hardness against your ass, and you absolutely hate it.

“No!” You protest, struggling. “Get off of me!”

Another voice speaks up. “You heard her. Leave her alone.”

You look up, simultaneously relieved and surprised to see who came to your rescue. “Yuto,” you breathe.

Still, the guy won’t let go of you. “Is she with you?”

Yuto doesn’t hesitate to lie for your sake. “She is, so I suggest you back the fuck off.”

Finally, the filthy hands release you. “You should keep a closer eye on your girl, man. She’s just asking for trouble.”

You turn around and spit at him. “I’m just enjoying myself, you perv! Sexist asshole!”

Yuto puts an arm around you, possibly to hold you back or maybe just to keep you from stumbling. But he doesn’t say anything else; he just stares the guy down.

The stranger huffs and leaves, and you relax into Yuto. You whine, “Why are guys such creeps?”

Yuto, however, doesn’t pay much attention to your question. He’s looking towards the entrance of the apartment, where there’s commotion. “Shit.”

“Really, what kind of sexist bullshit is that?” You continue griping. “I’m allowed to say no for myself, I don’t know why he’d only listen to you. Hey-!”

Yuto grabs your wrist and pulls you from the throng of people, yanking you into a narrow storage closet with him.

“What are you doing?” You buzz with anxiety. Is he going to try something? “Let me go!”

“_____, you’re wasted. Shut the fuck up.” He pulls the door shut, enclosing the two of you in darkness. “The RAs just showed up, so unless you want to get in serious trouble, you need to just chill and be quiet. Okay? Can you do that?”

You nod solemnly, noticing that the music is now turned off. You don’t want to get in trouble, so you suppose you’ll have to stay put. In a loud whisper, you warn him, “You better not try anything gross, Yuto. I’ve had enough of that for one night.”

“I won’t even touch you, okay? Now be quiet.” Yuto is expressionless as he presses himself as far away from you as possible.

The silence between you is endless as you hear the RAs moving through the room, writing everyone up. In hindsight, it was pretty stupid to look for an on-campus party, considering the rules forbidding alcohol.

Shit - Nailah and Shinhye!

“Oh my God,” you whisper. “My friends might be out there.”

Yuto glares darkly at you, bringing a finger to his lips to remind you to shush yourself.

Shit, shit, shit. You really hope that they’re still outside and that they didn’t come up in time to get busted.

This was all your fault, after all. You’re the one that wanted to go to a party, you’re the one that dragged them along.

All because of that damn Professor Dipwad.

God, what you wouldn’t give to be on him right now.

No! That’s not what you want.

Your cheeks flush. Why does alcohol make you so horny?

You peek up at Yuto, as though you’re concerned he might sense your thoughts. But he just looks towards the door, listening.

His jawline is particularly striking, and you’ve never noticed it before. His hands are surprisingly big, too, his long fingers curling around his biceps as his arms cross over his chest. Actually, he is pretty attractive. Or maybe it’s just that your vodka goggles are in full effect.

He may not have sensed your thoughts, but he definitely senses your stare. Yuto meets your gaze, his eyes firmly locking onto yours. The intensity of his stare makes your heart pound, and you find yourself unable to break away. Like you’re entranced.

Or you’re just drunk.

“You’re so-”

Before you can finish that thought (‘pretty’ is the word you have in mind), Yuto closes the gap between you, his hand covering your mouth to shut you up.

You return his glare with equal fire, but you don’t fight him.

It feels like an eternity before you’re able to leave the small closet, but eventually everybody leaves and Yuto determines that it’s safe to exit. The room is completely empty - not even Wooseok or his roommate are there.

“Wooseok and Minho must be with the RAs,” Yuto muses. “They’ll probably all be back to clean up in a few minutes.”

“That sucks,” you murmur, heading for the kitchen to get one last sip of something good.

“What are you doing? You’ve had more than enough.” Yuto grabs you by the shoulders and steers you towards the door. “Let’s get back to our building.”

“But I’m still thirstyyyy,” you whine as he guides you out the door.

The hallway is clear, and you’re able to slip downstairs without any trouble. You don’t see Nailah or Shinhye at all on your walk back to your dorm, and you hope they’re okay.

Yuto supports you whenever you stumble, your heels suddenly too difficult for you to walk in.

When you reach your building, he ushers you inside. “Just be cool, we have to get past security.”

You nod, and the movement makes you dizzy. He notices that you’re off-balance, and he places an arm around you, holding onto your waist to keep you from falling.

“You’re impossible,” he mutters as you both walk through the lobby, scanning your key cards at the security desk and making it over to the elevators. His arm is around you the whole time, and you relax into his warmth.

It’s a silent trip up to your room, and he holds onto you until you’ve reached your room. You open the door to an empty and dark apartment, meaning that Nailah still hasn’t made it back. Maybe she did get in trouble with the RAs after all…

You turn to Yuto, throwing a smile on your face. “Thank you for helping me.”

“Whatever. Just drink some water and go to bed, okay?” He rolls his eyes to seem unconcerned, but you still think it’s sweet that he’s taking care of you. He turns and heads into his room without another word.

You flip on the lights and collapse onto the couch, mind jumping drunkenly from thought to thought. Where are Shinhye and Nailah? Are they okay?

This is all your damn fault. If only Professor Yang worked at literally any other university, then you never would have crossed paths and he wouldn’t still be on your mind. Even now, he sits in the back of your mind, the memory of your night together resurfacing like it always fucking does.

The thing that’s really hateful about all of it is the fact that you have to pretend like you’re not still interested in him. That you have to just ignore that you’ve ever felt anything about him. It’s all a big lie, and you hate having to walk on eggshells around him.

Why can’t you just be honest?

And suddenly, you have an idea. It’s a terrible one, but let’s be honest - all ideas seem great when you’re drunk. So you pull out your phone and glide through your contacts, where you know you’ve saved Professor Yang’s phone number. It doesn’t even occur to you that it’s his office number and it’s also nearing midnight - all you know is you have to call him. You have to tell him.

You hold the phone to your ear, listening to each ring and hoping desperately to hear his voice on the other end.

No luck.

Instead, you get the generic voicemail greeting, and you should hang up. You should definitely just end the call and not blab. But… you’re drunk.

You’re quiet for a moment after the beep, not sure how to start. And then…

“I hate it. I hate that I can’t stop thinking about you. I hate trying to hide the fact that I literally think about you every day.”

You’d like to think that your words are coming out smoothly, but in reality you’re stumbling and slurring.

“Literally… I just want you. I want you to touch me. I want to feel your lips and your hands and your body. It’s killing me that I can’t just… I want to get naked and fuck.”

And suddenly, you’re giggling uncontrollably. “That feels so good to just say it! Ugh let’s fuck, let’s just do the damn thing and screw everybody else. Nothing matters. Just you and me. You know I’ll be so good to you…”

Like vomit, every fantasy expels itself from you, about how you want to tempt him in class and feel him raw inside you. How you want to choke on his cock and ride his face. Nothing is held back.

You’re about to plead with him to give you just one more night together, but the phone buzzes in your hand, shutting itself off due to low battery. You just stare at it for a moment, grumpy about the fact that, 1) it turned off and 2) he didn’t answer. All you want is to just hear his voice. Maybe you should try calling again?

Nah… you’re tired, and you don’t know where your charger is. So you just collapse onto the couch, disgruntled, and you fall into an uneasy sleep.

You wake up in the morning with a churning stomach and a headache, but it’s nothing you weren’t expecting. Your neck is stiff from the uncomfortable couch, and you stretch carefully before peeking into the bedroom.

Thankfully, Nailah is snoozing in her bed. You’re glad she made it back okay. Your memory of last night is a little fuzzy, but you remember not knowing what happened to Nailah and Shinhye at the party.

You take a long shower to clear your head and fry up some eggs once your stomach is settled. When you sit down to eat, you finally plug in your dead cell phone. It powers on, and you’re flooded with texts and missed calls.

Nailah, 12:02am: girl where r u??? Shinhye, 12:03am: are you okay? Let me know when you get home Nailah, 12:05am: seriously answer ur phone Nailah, 12:06am: we’re looking everywhere but no one knows where u went

Shit. You start to remember some of the gaps from last night… Nailah wasn’t home when you came back, so she must have been out looking for you.

A couple more texts, presumably after they found you...

Shinhye, 12:24am: please don’t scare us like that again Shinhye, 12:24am: call me when you wake up?

And a few in between that seem a bit out of place…

City Boy (Kino), 12:16am: are you okay? lol City Boy (Kino), 12:17am: i think you must be drunk City Boy (Kino), 12:22am: maybe we should chat tomorrow lmao

What is that supposed to mean? You don’t have any record of texting him last night, and you don’t remember ever running into him. Maybe you were drunker than you thought.

You try to concentrate and remember an order of events from last night. Yuto pulled you into that closet during the bust, and then… he walked you home? Right! And the apartment was empty, so you didn’t know where Nailah was...

Oh, shit.

You called Professor Yang. And you left a voicemail.

Shit shit shit.

What had you said? Oh God, it better not have been anything stupid…

Wait, was it possible that you called Kino, too? Maybe you were just call-happy. You do get pretty chatty when you’re drunk…

With nervous fingers, you open up your phone app and check your recent calls to assess the damage. But you only see one call from last night - an outgoing call to Kino.

Oh dear Lord you misdialed.

Your heart races and you feel queasy as the realization hits you. You had thought you were calling Hongseok, which means whatever message you left was absolutely addressed to him. And if you at all mentioned the night you shared…

Shit! Now all of that was on Kino’s phone! And he has clearly listened to it!

You throw your phone onto the carpeted floor like it was burning your hand. What were you thinking??

Jesus Christ you’re screwed. You are so, so screwed.

You actually dread R&B Ensemble on Monday. You had spent the whole weekend ignoring Kino’s texts out of sheer terror (and getting lectured by Nailah and Shinhye, but you totally deserve that). You don’t know how much he knows, but you do know that you cannot have that conversation with him.

As a result, you show up a few minutes late to rehearsal, which earns you a slight admonishment from your teacher. You mutter an apology and take your place behind the keyboard, and you feel Kino’s and Yuto’s eyes on you the whole way. Wooseok is missing, and you wonder where he is.

During the break in rehearsal, Yuto catches your attention. “You good?”

It’s a simple question, and you nod. “Thanks for helping me get home. Saturday was a little rough and I think my friends might still be low-key pissed at me for disappearing, but I’m fine otherwise.”

He nods, not meeting your eyes. “You should watch your limits next time.”

You roll your eyes. You don’t need him to lecture you. Obviously you took it too far this weekend. “Hey, do you know why Wooseok’s out?”

“Yeah. He’s banned from extracurriculars for a few weeks as punishment for throwing a party.”

“Really?”

“He probably should have been arrested, considering he was supplying alcohol to minors. Himself included. But the school doesn’t want that negative attention.”

Jeez. You make a mental note to yourself to check in with Wooseok later - partially to see if he’s still up for tutoring this week, but also to see if he’s doing okay.

And then Kino’s suddenly standing in front of you. “Hey.” He’s got his usual smile on his face, and it sends a nervous chill down your spine. “Can I talk to you after practice?”

You find it hard to breathe - you’ll never be ready to have the conversation, but you can’t avoid it forever. “Sure.”

Somehow you manage to get through the rest of rehearsal, and you and Kino head out into the chilly night together. He doesn’t start talking until you get outside.

“So…” he starts. “Good weekend?”

“Quite the opposite,” you confess. “I went to a party that got busted, but luckily I didn’t get caught. And then I think I may have left you an embarrassing voicemail. But Lord knows I don’t remember what the hell I said.”

Kino laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, it’s definitely not anything I expected, I guess. You don’t remember it at all?”

“No, I honestly don’t.”

“Do you want to hear it?” Kino fishes his phone out of his pocket as you both come to a stop at the street corner. “Just to know what you said?”

You don’t particularly want to - you wish you could just brush all of this under the rug. But you know that you need to; otherwise, you’ll stress about the what-ifs for the rest of the foreseeable future. “Okay, yeah.”

He pulls up the voicemail and hands the device to you, which you hold up to your ear. You’re relieved to hear that you don’t once mention the intended recipient’s name, but you hardly get to feel relief. The voicemail is full of filthy imaginings and you’re absolutely mortified by the sexual picture you drunkenly painted.

Your cheeks are burning when you finally hand the phone back, speechless, and you can’t even bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“I’ll delete it now. I only kept it because I thought you might want to know.”

“Thank you.”

The two of you start walking again, and you can sense that he’s dying to ask more about it. You’ll have no choice but to answer.

“Um,” he laughs again. “So I guess my biggest question about it is… you know, since you were drunk and all, did you actually mean that?”

Your chest tightens, and you realize that his cheeks have grown pink, too. Of course he thought it was meant for him. You did leave the message on his phone, after all. But is it possible that he actually wants that message to be his?

Just rip the bandaid off. It sucks, but you have to be honest. You don’t want to lead him on.

“So… I was actually trying to call someone else. I didn’t mean for you to get that message.”

He nods briskly to seem unaffected. “You know, I kind of thought that might be the case.”

“I’m really sorry, Kino.”

He waves his hands to dismiss your apology. “No, don’t worry about it. And I promise I won’t get weird about it, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then he asks, “So, who is he?”

“Just an old fling. No one important.” You feel like he deserves a bit more info than that, so you continue. “There’s nothing between us. I just… I think about him sometimes, but nothing is going to happen.”

“Ah. I’m sorry about that. You, uh, seem to be pretty into him.” He struggles to hold back a snicker, and you playfully hit his arm.

“Knock it off!” You start laughing. “Don’t start joking about that. I’m still embarrassed.”

“But it’s the truth,” he muses, laughing and nudging you with his elbow. His laughter warms you, genuinely making you feel more comfortable. You’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks, but he already feels like a close friend.

This time an easy quiet falls between you as your dorm comes into view. How does he always manage to make you feel so relaxed?

Before you split off to go to your room, you turn to him and apologize. “I’m sorry I ignored you all weekend. I was panicked and embarrassed about the whole situation.”

“It’s okay. I totally understand.” Kino nods reassuringly.

You nod, too. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” he echoes. His eyes search your face and he wears a warm expression. “Do you maybe want to do something next weekend? Like, hang out somewhere that’s not a practice room?”

That actually sounds like a really nice idea. You really like spending time with him, so why not? “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“Awesome. I’ll make the plans then.” Waving cutely, he departs for his own dorm. You watch him leave, finally starting to relax after such a stressful couple of days.

Thankfully, Professor Yang would never hear that message. And the conversation with Kino went better than expected.

Maybe things will be back on track now, as long as you’re careful.

When you see Professor Yang in class the next morning, he acts like his usual self. He is all business as he rolls up his sleeves and scribbles physics equations on the chalkboard, blissfully unaware of the way you spend the whole class admiring his striking profile instead of taking notes.

Seriously, how could someone have such a great nose?

Shinhye, however, totally notices your gawking.

She scoots her chair a little closer to yours and leans in, murmuring under her breath. “He’s exceptionally hot today, don’t you think?”

You immediately redirect your eyes to your completely blank notebook. “That’s inappropriate.”

“You’re inappropriate,” she sasses.

She doesn’t know how right she is.

“Don’t worry,” Shinhye pats your leg under the desk. “You can copy my notes later.”

“Any questions?” Professor Yang speaks up from the front of the room, capturing your undivided attention again. He carefully avoids your gaze as he peeks around the room. No one speaks up, so he moves on. “Alright, then. I’ve graded your labs from last week, so when I call your name please come up to collect your work.”

You’re certain that’s code for I-still-don’t-know-your-names, and you try not to smile. Why do you think that’s cute?

He starts working his way through the pile, calling one student’s name after another. And when he finally says your name, he looks directly up at you and your pulse skyrockets. You hold his gaze for a moment before Shinhye gives you a gentle shove.

“Don’t be so obvious!” She whispers, nudging you to stand. “Get up there.”

You hurry to the front of the room, trying not to make a scene. Are you walking too fast? Do you look awkward? Can everyone see how hot your face feels?

When you reach him, you accept your lab papers without looking up at him, but you think that you are literally going to die when your fingers accidentally brush his. You restrain your squeal and rush back to your seat.

Shinhye leans towards you, struggling to hold back her laughter. “Oh my God you are so awkward.”

“Shut up,” you laugh, completely overwhelmed by this sudden bout of anxiety. You need to get over this crush fast, because clearly you’re acting like a fool around him.

You distract yourself by flipping through your lab to see what points you missed. But something doesn’t quite add up.

It’s not a surprise to you that you got some things wrong - you and Shinhye had struggled a lot with getting accurate decibel readings, so you figured some of your calculations were off. But when you total up the points you received and the percentage he scrawled across the top of your lab, the numbers don’t match.

He gave you a higher grade.

...did he do it on purpose?

Normally you’d let it slide if a teacher miscalculated your grade in your favor. Why not accept the accidental grade boost? But with him… this is different.

You told him you want to be graded fairly, that you want to end the class with exactly the grade you deserve. How would it reflect on you if someone noticed you were getting higher grades than what was warranted? What would they think you had done to convince Professor Yang to boost your grade?

Sighing, you sink further into your chair.

You’re going to have to chat with him again.

Post Script | Thank you for reading! Please stay tuned for Part 5.

Update | Read Part 5 here!

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[insanebutreal]

Hola everyone!!

I just got sooo bored so I decided to create this blog. It will be about Pentagon fanfics/imagines/reactions for now. I will post my own scenarios. And if you have some requests please feel free to message me. Hope you like this acc 💜🙆🏼‍♀️

[insanebutreal]

I have like a billion ideas, so how about teaching Kino a style of dance he doesn't know(like swing or ballroom or something)

I’d like to hear other ideas too🐍😊. I have no idea if any dance exists that our sweet Kino can’t achieve. I already started searching some types of dances. Thank youuuu 🙆🏼‍♀️💜🙆🏼‍♀️

[angelic-jeonghan1004]

Pentagon Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (s) - smut, (c) - crack

Hui:

Nothing yet, send a request :)

Jinho:

You'll be the death of me(f)

Hongseok:

Cuddles in bed (f)

Shinwon:

Nothing yet, send a request :)

Yanan:

Was that so hard to do?(f)

Yeoone:

Nothing yet, send a request :)

Yuto:

Maknae line Boyfriend Texts (f) coming soon

Kino:

我爱你(f) fic is in English btw

Maknae line Boyfriend Texts (f) coming soon

Wooseok:

Maknae line Boyfriend Texts (f) coming soon