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THE BOY IS MINE PT 1 _ ENHYPEN _ JAKE

💜 GENRE : COLLEGE STUDENTS, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, CHEATING, BULLYING

💜 PAIRING: college!student!jake x college!student!male reader

inspired by "why r u? kr. ver"

“My M/n!” M/n perked up from his notebook at the sudden coo of his name being called out. He was sitting in the quad on campus, textbook and stationary sprawled out on the table as he set them where he wanted since he was by himself, well, not anymore.

A dark-haired male came jogging towards him, bag on his shoulder bouncing just like his hair in rhythm of steps. M/n sighed, snatching the reading glasses from his face. “Can you be any louder, Jake?” He grumbled.

“My M/n~” Jake repeated, throwing his bag on the table on top of M/n’s stuff carelessly as he wrapped his arms around M/n’s neck from behind, lifting the latter’s face as he gave him an unconditional amount of forehead kisses.

“Ugh, Jake! Gross, you fucking dog,” M/n whined, referring to Jake’s justifiable nickname, Golden Retriever.

Jake giggled, completely unfazed by M/n’s slaps and kicks as he pulled away and sat uncomfortably close to M/n on the bench. “What are you doing?”

“I was preparing for mid-terms, but I just got assaulted by a puppy and now I want to go home.” M/n huffed, gathering his stuff together. Jake reached out to M/n’s hands, taking them just for a second but M/n took them away, giving him a grim look.

Jake’s big smile stuck on his face even after rejection, “Should we go to a party?”

“Why?”

“‘Cause, I wanna drink with my favorite best friend!” Jake screeched, a little too happy to announce his title. M/n rolled his eyes, resuming his packing.

“You won’t be asking if you weren’t already planning. Who’s party?”

“May’s birthday gathering at the pub. She misses you, y’know.”

Oh, right. May. Jake’s girlfriend of two, almost three years now. You would almost forget all about her when just the two M/n and Jake were together.

M/n shuttered. “You’re not asking me to go to her birthday party with you, you’re asking me to be her gift because you forgot, right?”

Jake pouted but lowered his head and nodded, “I’ve been so busy with these sets for the theatre department, that I completely forgot to make her something.” M/n almost felt bad when Jake returned to his chipper self, “But once she sees you, no one else’s gifts will matter. So, you gotta come!”

Going to this party was M/n’s first mistake. Just a group of maybe twelve students from the university all drinking shots like a fish drinking water, causally sipping after every sentence. About a third of them were probably already tipsy by now and it was only the first thirty minutes.

M/n sat at the end of the table, sipping his beer as his eyes darted between Jake and May, who sat chatting about, close. M/n knew it was wrong not to feel a difference, but why does Jake hold May the same way he does him?

Jake was a weird kid. He’s nice to everyone and touch is his love language, but there should be no reason his touch is the same as his touch with May. That’s his girlfriend. Right?

“Hey, hey, let’s draw chopsticks, yeah? Whoever gets this red-marked one has to do something.” One of the partygoers suggested, and the table erupted in cheers.

“Ah, well how about the birthday girl chooses the dare,” Another said, pointing at May whose face is flushed red.

“Oh, well, um. I guess, I found Jake during one of these parties, right? Let’s keep the love in the air!” The table all coos, in unison. Except for M/n who’s face goes flat at the mention of the couple.

“So, how about whoever gets the stick has to kiss, um… hmm, M/n!”

M/n coughed, hand covering over his mouth. “W-What why me?”

“Well, aren’t you single? You stick around Jake so much, I hardly get to see him!” M/n chuckled, refraining with all his might not to roll his eyes.

Jake’s face dropped to a concerned one as he put a hand on May’s shoulder “Hey, maybe pick someone else. It’s obvious he’s uncomfortable, May.”

“I’ll do it,” M/n said, downing the rest of his drink. “Draw the sticks, maybe I’ll get a girlfriend today.”

M/n was being sarcastic, Jake knew this but couldn’t help but wish he hadn’t been. Because Jake didn’t want to see anyone even touch M/n in any kind of way. 

Everyone put their chopstick in a glass as M/n waited anxiously to see just who was going to meet him at his demise tonight. May swivel the chopsticks around for a few seconds before everyone reached for one without looking at the bottom.

“Okay, okay, everyone look now!” May shouted in excitement.

Everyone looked at their chopstick, then at the person next to them.

“Oh my God, Jake has it!”

The table ran silent as everyone looked at the three awkwardly. Then someone broke the silence.

“Well, it’s that bad, right? It’s just a little boy’s love kiss? Nothing real, right May?”

May’s face showed it all, she was not amused anymore.

“U-Uh, never mind we don’t have to-” Suddenly, Jake rose from his seat and shuffled towards M/n, the table ooing. Jake stopped behind M/n’s chair, placing his hand under his chin he lifted his head like he did earlier and leaned forward on the tips of his feet, “Should we kiss?” He whispered.

M/n looked up as far as he could, Jake’s smiling.

“Wah, look at Jake. He doesn’t want anyone to kiss M/n but himself!” Someone squealed. The tension is cut thin as the slam of May’s hand on the table snapped everyone’s heads in her direction.

“I-I need to use the bathroom, I’ll be back. Jake, come with, please.”

The next few days at the university were different. Jake was no longer interrupting M/n's study sessions in the quad, instead just walking past as if they didn't know each other.

May believed something was going on between the two. If it wasn’t for the jabs she took at the pub, it was the drink she threw at him while he was walking to class.His books and papers dropped down to the ground, dowsed in her drink at his feet.

“I heard boyfriend stealers like to get wet. Thought I’d help you get started.” May spat. M/n hung his head low, not looking up because he knew if he looked into May’s eyes he was either going to break down crying and apologize or wrap his hands around her neck and squeeze so hard that she just might take her words back.

Either way, it didn’t matter because as quickly as a dog comes at a whistle, Jake Sim was standing in front of M/n with a paper towel, blotting his face.

“Hey, HEY” Jake shouted, smacking M/n’s face lightly as he tried to get his attention. M/n didn’t even notice it, but he was hyperventilating as tears dripped down his face like lava erupting from a volcano.

M/n didn’t remember what happened after that, somehow though, he ended up in Jake’s bedroom lying like a corpse in a casket with his hands folded on his chest. All he could do was look up at the ceiling as he recounted all the times he should’ve avoided causing problems with May. Starting with meeting Jake altogether.

Jake was leaning against the wall on his bed as well, legs crossed. “Knowing you, you’re probably thinking about how you could’ve changed all of this. You stupid Psych majors, always thinking and shit.”

Jake sighed, “But it’s not your fault. It’s mine.”

“But… Do you think it’s a crime to fall in love with your best friend?”

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OPEN HEART, OPEN LEGS _ ATZ SEONGHWA

📁 PAIRING : STRIPPER!PARK SEONGHWA X BIRTHDAYBOY!MALE READER 📁 GENRE : VIRGIN!READER, FIRST TIME, STRIP CLUB, BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION, SOFT SEX ╰┈➤ AUTHOR'S NOTE : finished writing this right after Coachella, omg did they do they mfing thang

REQUESTED BY : @belladonna6-6-6

They call him Hwa. There's not a specific reason why, but M/n can think of a few.

It could be the way his arms flow across his body like a fallen petal, his hands stroke the chrome pole as he whips around the stem throwing his body like it's so natural, or maybe because his legs part like a booming rose at the top of the pole.

Either way, watching, M/n was flustered as he took a sip of his strawberry daiquiri, biting and tonguing down the straw as his eyes stayed fixated on Hwa's body. 

His arches and curves are traced by M/n's eyes. He's the only one out of three on the stage who's not completely nude, but that doesn't even matter to him.

M/n's friends geeked over the other performers, shaking their tits and ass in their faces, they didn't waste any time blowing their paychecks on them.

“You like Seonghwa, birthday boy?” One of M/n's friends, Mingi, asked.

M/n set his drink down on the table in front of him, sitting back in his slumped position in the booth, “Why do you ask?”

“Cuz I've got 500 bucks in my jacket, pitched in by all of us ‘cause we want you to have a good night,” Mingi said poking at his jean jacket, “You don't seem interested in sugar tits over there, and I doubt Wooyoung would let you share his beautiful San. So, do you like him or not?”

M/n huffed, peering back over to Seonghwa, who had just slipped down off the pole and now is standing in front of it, one hand gripping the pole behind him, rolling his hips and waist to the rhythm of the music while looking straight at the birthday boy. Beads of sweat travel down his neck, and his lips are slightly parted as he pants even though no one can hear it.

Mingi followed M/n’s gaze, it was clear to him that the birthday boy wanted that Hwa treatment tonight. So, Mingi got up from the booth headed down the small platform, and leaned against the stage. He motioned for Seonghwa to come over, the performer nodded and sauntered over squatting down Mingi whispered in his ear, “Take care of baby boy over there tonight, ‘ya?” Mingi took the cash out, extending his arm to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa looked over Mingi’s shoulder, tilting his head to the side as he saw M/n sheepishly trying to avoid eye contact with him. Seonghwa giggled, “Keep your money, Song. On the house.”

“Really? Even if you end up-”

“All you need you know is I’ll take care of him well~” Seonghwa sang as he stood up properly, still looking at M/n, “He’ll have a good time.”

M/n stood outside the luxury hotel Mingi brought him to after he sent the rest of his friends on their way, all too tired or drunk to stay around any longer. Only M/n, Mingi, and Wooyoung stayed out. Mingi to drink some more, Wooyoung to keep blowing money on his boyfriend, and M/n… well, to a hotel room to get his cherry popped. But of course, he doesn’t know that just yet.

“Hwa is ready, birthday boy.” Mingi sang, patting M/n on the shoulder. The anxiousness raged in M/n’s stomach as he walked into the hotel lobby. Mingi walked the younger to the elevator, then to the floor level Seonghwa was supposedly at.

The strip club had a nice little deal with the hotel not far from it. The hotel gives out its big, dreamy suites for the staff and the hotel gets more customers.

“Here we are~” Mingi cheered, it seemed like Mingi was a lot more excited about this than M/n himself. They stopped in front of a door, 9024. “Just relax and have fun. Seonghwa will drive you back home, ‘case I’mma get wasted back at the club.”

“Very responsable, Mingi,” M/n snorted.

“And you don’t gotta be either, so go, go, go,’ Mingi pushed the younger toward the door and then turned off his heel to the elevator like a mother bird pushes their baby out the nest for the first time. M/n took a deep breath before reaching for the keypad and hesitantly putting in the code. The door beeped and unlocked, and M/n stepped in cautiously.

The room was insanely futuristic just like the other parts of the hotel. M/n marveled at the interior, slowly making his way to the main back of the room. The bedroom. He was so into the design, that he didn’t even notice Seonghwa sitting on the bed with his arms behind him, leaning back as he studied M/n’s body.

The bedroom was elegant, with such a sexy vibe hinting from the paintings, the colors, and the chrome pole set in the middle of the room.

Biting his lip,  Seonghwa's eyes danced over M/n's smaller frame. A shy little shorty, doe-like eyes, dressed like a school child but it fit him, and his body oh, was his body a joy to look at. Small waist and thickish thighs that would look so good riding Seonghwa's. Oh yeah, Seonghwa was ‘bout to tear that ass up.

 Mingi was right when he said the birthday boy was very inexperienced, but Seonghwa pledged to change that.

“Like what you see?” Seonghwa finally spoke, catching M/n's attention as he looked almost guilty as if he was getting caught doing something he wasn't meant to be doing.

“A-Ah, sorry, I did see you there.”

Seonghwa hummed, “That's okay, you see me now. C’mere.”

M/n awkwardly walked over to Seonghwa, hands folded in front of him as he looked down as if he was trying to scold them to not trip.

“You alright, you look nervous. First time?”

“Mhm,” M/n nodded, fidgeting with his finger, digging at his nails as the nerve began to pour out his body.

Seonghwa reached out for M/n's hand, interlacing his dainty slender fingers with the younger's as he dragged him gently to the bed. He sat him down and got up himself. “You have nothing to fear about. Let me loosen you up a bit.”

Seonghwa let go of M/n's hand as he walked to the end table beside the bed. He leaned over, pressing a few buttons on the fancy lamp. The whole room changed color. A soft but cutting purple light filled the room, along with the beginning of a sensual beat playing. 

As he made his way slowly to the pole in front of the bed, Seonghwa stripped from his leather jacket. Underneath was absolutely nothing.  Bare skin, his light honey skin was glazed in oil, his torso glimmering in the light. His jacket dropped to the floor, and then he stepped up on the platform and let his body take over.

M/n was in awe. He had never seen anything like this, he had never seen anyone Iike Seonghwa. Someone confident in their body, Someone who had complete control in every turn and strength in every push or pull.

Seonghwa pushed his body against the pole, grinding his body against the metal. M/n took in a sharp breath, completely entranced by Seonghwa's performance. He didn’t even notice himself growing hard in his jeans.

But Seonghwa did.

Seonghwa pushed off the pole and walked back towards M/n. Reaching the younger he turned his back on him, swaying his hips right in front of him. Seonghwa reached behind him, grabbing both of M/n's wrists as he placed the birthday boy's hands on his waist.

M/n's hands felt the soft skin on Seonghwa's torso, then Seonghwa took on hand and guided it over his crotch, pressing so he could feel Seonghwa's hard threatening against his pants.

Seonghwa turned back faced M/n, caressing his face he took his face in one hand, “What do you want, baby boy? What me to take care of you tonight?”

“Yes,” M/n moaned as Seonghwa's knee pressed gently into his crotch, “Take me, please.”

Seonghwa cooed at M/n in a needy and innocent-sounding voice, “Mm, good boy, that's how you get what you want. Strip for me, darling.”

M/n followed Seonghwa's instruction,  slipping out of his sweater but not without some shyness.

“Oh, baby, you don't gotta be shy. I love your body, let me show you.” Seonghwa laid M/n down on the bed carefully as he climbed up, hovering over the younger his hands wandering over his body. “You're so sexy, baby boy.” Seonghwa cooed some more, one arm next to the younger's head, the other being lathered in his spit before lightly toying with one of his nipples.

“Ah~” M/n gasped, his thighs clenching together as the feeling of Seonghwa's cold and wet fingers on his sensitive spot left a wave of pleasure down his body. But that wasn't it.

Seonghwa's lips attached to the other, his tongue lightly grazing his nipple over and over until he began to suck and nip it just slightly to get that guilty pleasure shock of pain.

“Mm, baby boy. You sound so pretty, how can I make you even louder for me?” Seonghwa asked, giggling. He pulled back, unbuttoning his pants, and stripping them off until he was just in his boxers. “Mmm, tell me what you want.”

M/n reached for Seonghwa's arm, pulling him back over him. “Just like this,” He said with both hands on Seonghwa's shoulder. Seonghwa smiled, feeling the pure gushing out of M/n's eyes. Most of his clients just want backshots, so M/n asking to be in missionary,  the most intimate position they could do, made him melt at M/n's request.

Seonghwa leaned down and connected his lips with M/n's, the birthday boy almost desperate to finally lock lips; he didn't waste time slipping his tongue in Seonghwa's mouth suddenly.  But Seonghwa didn't mind, moaning as their tongues clashed. Seonghwa didn't care how sloppy M/n was, or how his legs wrapped around his waist as he grew hornier by each second.

Skillfully,  Seonghwa used one hand to roll M/n's pants off of his legs and paused before going any further, “Can I take these off, baby?”

“Yes, just take it all off,” M/n said panting, Seonghwa chuckled. He followed through and removed the birthday boy's underwear where under was his hard, angry, and fully ready to be taken care of. Seonghwa's fingertips run over M/n's hard, the younger shuttering at the touch.

Seonghwa then lathered two fingers in his spit once again, as he pulled M/n's left leg up over his shoulder so he could have access to that pure pursed hole of his.

M/n's moans and gasp roll right into Seonghwa's as the two connected lips again. Seonghwa's finger circled M/n's hole a few times, before pushing those two digits inside him.

“Ah fuck!” M/n shrieked, his head pressing hard into the mattress as the foreign feeling of Seonghwa's fingers inside him. But then, suddenly they were removed. 

Before M/n could ask Seonghwa shushed him and stood up for a second to remove his underwear, and using the hair tie on his wrist he pulled his hair up and then returned to his position on top of M/n. The two shared a passionate kiss as Seonghwa slipped inside M/n cautiously, taking account of M/n's lack of preparation.

Eyes rolling back to his head M/n felt his whole body jolt. “You okay, baby? Feel good?” Seonghwa asked, making sure the younger was comfortable before he did any more.

“Yes,” M/n gasped, his arms wrapped around Seonghwa's neck. “Make love to me, please, Hwa.”

Again, Seonghwa's heart fluttered. 

“Oh, fuck, yes. Mmm, fuck, Hwa, fuck!” M/n shirked as Seonghwa thrusted into him at a slightly fast rhythm.

“Mmm, baby boy. You feel… soo good, mm- fuck.” Seonghwa panted, head dropped down just to see M/n's facial expression change from that shy, timid boy at the club.

At that moment Seonghwa was no longer just some stripper, he was now the one who would take M/n's virginity and make sure he drilled his love into him all night.

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📁 [choi jongho x male reader] drabble #1 "kissable lips"

Jongho stepped off to the side of the dance room with a pout. Ateez are rehearsing for their upcoming tour, and Jongho isn't doing so well. He's exhausted, and as Ateez's new manager, M/n can see and hear it.

"Jongho, shouldn't you be with the others?" M/n asked as he popped his head into the dance room. Jongho is sat on the floor against the mirror, drinking from his water bottle.

"I'm practicing by myself."

M/n peered at his watch, "Jongho, it's midnight, you need a rest. Need a ride, let me drive you home." Jongho's pout turned into a frown as he debated whether or not he should stop pushing himself for the night.

"Fine, I'm coming," He whined, gathering his stuff together.  M/n nodded as he put his jacket on and dug in his pockets for his keys.

The two head for the exit of the building. Jongho moped behind M/n to the company car, so zoned out he forgot to put his seat belt on.

"Jongho~" M/n sang, trying to get the idol's attention as he reached for the seatbelt.

"Eh?" Jongho snapped out of his trance just at the moment when M/n's face was way closer than it's ever been.

"A-Ah, sorry, I just want you to be buckled," M/n said sheepishly, attempting to back off but a pair of hands slipped up his face from his neck.

"Can I kiss you?"

M/n blinked, trying to understand what he just heard. "What? What do you mean?"

Jongho's hands drop down to his lap, "Never mind, that was stupid."

Shocked,  M/n sat back in his respective seat, hands on the steering wheel but didn't even try and start the car up. Now he's the one zoned out.

Jongho wincing in the corner, mentally bashing his head on the window. Why, why, why, why?

But before he could speak up and apologize, a hand snaked over his. "Look at me, Jongho."

Jongho's heart races, is this the end? Am I about to get scolded into contract termination?

All his thoughts melted away as a pair of soft lips pushed against his. Jongho didn’t know why he wanted to kiss M/n so badly, but it was just that his lips looked so kissable.

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I STILL LOVE YOU _ ZB1 RICKY

📁 PAIRING : IDOL!SHEN QUANRUI X NON IDOL!MALE READER 📁 GENRE : LOST CONTACT, LEFT BEHIND, REKINDLE, FLUFF, ANGST ╰┈➤ AUTHOR'S NOTE : after spending some time getting to know zb1 after finding out jiwoong was an idol after binge-watching all his bls, I found a large attachment to ricky. i don't know if it's because he's so fine or because he's making me want to finish my mandarin studies lol

ଘ(੭ ྀི ˘ ᵕ ˘)੭ I decided I still love you

It was late at night. The roads were practically empty at this time, and in a lowly dimmed alley M/n spotted his reason for being out this late. Shen Quanrui. M/n thought that when the younger would debut, their contact would dwindle. And that was true, until the idol called, weeping, and said he had made a mistake.

M/n pulled over his motorcycle, taking off his helmet; he swiped his hair back as he jogged over to the blonde-haired male in a squat against the with his arms hanging out in front of him.

“I’m here,” M/n whispered as he caressed the top of Quan’s head, fingers sweeping strands of his hair soothingly and gently.

It took a second, but Quan lifted his head, puffy eyes as his lips parted slowly, “You're here?”

M/n hummed in confirmation.

Quan leaned into M/n’s touch, “Of course, you're here.” Quan repeated, slurring as if he was drunk. The corner of his bratty lips curl up in a pitiful smile.

M/n chuckled softly, taking Quan into an embrace, “Mmm, my Prince, you're such a crybaby. What am I gonna do with you?”

Quan lightly hit M/n on the shoulder, gripping his jean jacket tight, “Stop it, don't tease me like this.” Quan pulled back, a pout pushing at his lips as he took a good look at M/n’s face.

This face. M/n’s face. He hasn’t since in a while.

It was the face he had seen every day since middle school. The face he saw curl up in disgust, get pissy, get tired, and the face he saw painted in tears as they parted ways so Quan could focus on his idol life.

M/n was always quiet. Not a noisy person, and didn’t stick himself into other people’s businesses. If you said you were leaving, he wouldn’t fight. That was the end.

M/n considered auditioning for Boys Planet to follow in Quan’s footsteps, but he doubted he would be talented enough to even get casted. He could sing and dance, he even practiced with Quan in the school’s music room often. But he found himself attached to his piano rather than his voice.

So instead, he and his Aunt relocated to Korea just the same and opened up a Jazz Bar. There, M/n got to bartend and occasionally play, while also keeping up with Boys Planet, and the Zerobase one when they debut.

“Let's get off the street, hm? I'll take you to Auntie’s bar since it's close. Good?”

“Good.” Quan agreed, taking M/n’s extended hand he lifted himself up off the ground. “Since when did Auntie own a bar?”

“You’ve missed a lot, Mr. Planet. I’m sure she’ll explain herself.”

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“Oh my gosh! My Riri, when did you get so grown!”

As expected, M/n’s aunt threw herself at Quan covering him in hugs and kisses, beckoning him over to the freshly wiped bar counter where she gossiped and raved about Quan’s performances on the survival show.

M/n stood beside Quan, who was swiveling side to side on of the bar stools like a little kid. Weird. M/n thought. It’s like the child jumped out of him when he got here. Taking a better look at Quan, sipping his bottled coffee, M/n noticed a few things… different. His skin is glowing under the bar’s lights. He’s sat like he runs the place. The once chubby cheeks now look like freshly cut diamonds.

He’s different.

“Ah, it’s really good chatting with you, Riri, really. But I’m getting old so, I must get some beauty sleep, ah. Do you see these bags? They could hold all the liquor in this room.” Auntie gestured to the bottles and glasses covering the bar and hanging from the rack.

“Auntie~ You’re already beautiful, really. But, sleep well!”

“Mmm, and nephew!” Auntie called out as she made her way to the staircase at the back of the bar, “Make sure I see him in the morning, okay? Don't snatch him up before I make breakfast!”

“Mm, I will. Go upstair, go go.” M/n rushed, annoyed with his Aunt’s tipsy rambling.

“She’s the same, that’s a relief.” Quan giggled, putting his elbows in a cross on top of the counter. 

M/n walked behind the counter, throwing his bottle in the trash, “Some people don’t like much of a change. It can be scary.”

“Mm, that’s true.” Quan agreed, his heart lightly sinking feeling like M/n’s words were lingering on his choices.

“Are you staying? Auntie make up my room for you.”

“Made up your room? You don’t stay here?”

M/n shook his head, “Moved out a few weeks ago. I got that Wake One job, remember?”

True. M/n did get offered a position at Wake One. They were looking for a vocal coach for their trainees and M/n was looking for some extra cash. That’s how he and Quan fell back in contact.

“Oh,” Quan said shortly. His shoulders slumping, and all of a sudden he’s back to that small and helpless-looking boy from earlier.

“Yeah… um, so how’s it being an idol? You dreamed of it for so long I-”

“Do you still love me?”

M/n paused, the empty feeling of the room crawling up his skin. His lips parted as if he was going to say something, but all that came out was, “What?”

“I said- um, do you still love me? Like… you know, like you said when I left.”

M/n turned, his back leaning on the bar as he bit his lip. I did say that.

In his most vulnerable moment, of course he would say that.

It wasn’t a lie.

None of it was.

Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around M/n’s waist. Quan’s head rests on M/n’s chest, “Say it. Say you love me still.”

“I-I,” M/n stuttered. He couldn’t believe Quan had latched onto his heart again so quickly.

2 years he waited. Moved to another country, learned Korean on Duolingo and YouTube, helped build up an amazing source of entertainment with his Aunt, and tripped over himself gunning for that Wake One position.

“Quanrui,” M/n called out softly, lifting Quan’s head. With both hands, he held Quan’s cheeks as his lips ghosted over the latter’s before pressing a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I still love you.”

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— do it better "stray kids lee know x male reader"

i just broke up with my ex, now i'm out here single, i don't really know what's next

♡ pairing : top!lee minho x bottom!male reader

♡ genre : smut (slow & sweet)

╰┈➤ AUTHOR'S NOTE : this is the first time i'm writing smut in such a long time so give me some grace.

feel free to request some stuff in my inbox

“I’m sorry, say that again. He did what?”

The silence rang through the room. A quiet rage fumed in Minho’s mind, his fist clenching as his knuckles pushed up against the island counter. M/n had never seen his best friend so furious. He usually kept his cool, with minimum emotion on his face.

M/n sniffled, “He just, um, pushed me. It-It’s really nothing Min, I promise-”

“Nothing?” Minho chuckled, pushing off the counter. His fist was still clenched, his other wrapping around it as his tongue pushed against his cheek. “Nothing doesn’t look like a black eye, nothing doesn’t look like the bruises on your hands.”

“Min-” M/n started, the palm of his hand on his forehead

“No, M/n. I’mma show that motherfucker something.” Minho stomped towards the front door, M/n followed behind grabbing Minho’s wrist before he could reach for the door knob.

“Minho, I said no! I’m fine, it’s over. Just chill!” M/n begged, pulling Minho away from the door.

“Move!” Minho shouted, pushing M/n back against the couch, “I’ll be back. Stay here.”

M/n waited and waited. Minho wasn’t answering his phone. He regretted telling Minho about his now ex-boyfriend. M/n got tossed around a few times, but nothing hurt as much as when he caught the other with a girl in their shared apartment. It was bad. So bad M/n got angry and swung at him. But he instead got caught up in a childish tussle, ultimately losing and coming to Minho with bruises all over his body.

And that’s exactly how Minho showed back up in a few hours.

Except he successfully whopped some ass.

“Minho!” M/n shot up from sitting on the floor before the door and immediately ran to Minho’s side. The older was out of breath, stumbling all over the place with bruises all over his face.

“Stop, stop,” Minho ordered, taking off his denim jacket as he threw it to the floor. “Come, c’mere.” With furrowed eyes, M/n stepped in front of Minho with his hands loosely on his waist to keep him upright. With one hand on M/n shoulder and the other reaching up to his face, Minho caressed M/n cheek. “I don’t wanna hear you crying over that dude not one more time. You hear me?”

M/n hesitated but reluctantly nodded his head. Minho took a breath, “You can do so much fucking better. Why did you choose that low-life dude?”

M/n didn't hesitate his answer. “Because you weren't an option at the time.” Minho paused for a moment, then slipped his bruised hand up M/n’s hips to the side of his neck.

“You can choose me now then.”

Minho leaned forward into M/n lips, softly kissing the other male like he’d been longing for him. Because he had, for a very, very long time, it would be a joke if Minho were to say he wasn’t waiting for the day M/n’s boyfriend made a mistake.

“Fuck,” Minho hissed as he turned his neck, but the sharp pain in his neck forbid it. M/n’s hands halted, afraid of hurting Minho any further.

“Let me take care of you,” M/n whispered in Minho’s ear before guiding him to the bedroom hand in hand. Getting into the bedroom, Minho sat on the bed, arms behind him, head throwback as M/n caressed his torso, placing kisses in a trail on the skin just above his jean waistband uncovered by the t-shirt he wore just getting in the way.

M/n retracted his body and began to strip. Minho sat up closer, pulling M/n between his thighs as he returned the service, hands-on M/n’s waist as he licked and sucked on his nipples. Throwing his shirt to the floor, one of M/n’s hands lightly dove into Minho’s hair, tugging on his hair. “Minho…” M/n whined, just the sensation and warmth of Minho’s hot tongue running against his nipples.

“Take this off,” Minho frustratedly ordered, struggling to take his shirt off by himself. M/n chuckled, lifting the hem of Minho’s shirt over his head and throwing it to the side. “This too.” Minho bit his lip as he pointed to his jeans.

M/n scoffed, not annoyed but encaptured by Minho’s orders even those he could hardly move a muscle. M/n slowly moved down, as he got on his knees. Dragged his hands down Minho’s thighs, M/n completely entranced Minho’s mind with his smooth seductive motions. How could he’ve missed out on this for so long? It’s wrong, but he wished the boyfriend had cheated a lot earlier.

Quickly and swiftly, M/n unbuttoned Minho’s jeans, dragging them off his legs. M/n reached his hand between Minho’s boxers and gently rubbed his fingers against him. Moans slipped out of Minho’s lips as he shamefully bit his lips to hide them.

“Uh uh,” M/n hummed, getting up off his knees and climbing over Minho as he positioned himself right on top of Minho’s crotch. M/n parted Minho’s lips with his thumb, “I wanna hear you sing, baby.”

Placing his elbows beside Minho’s head, M/n’s tongue ran on Minho’s lips before it slipped into his mouth like a snake. His hips began to push deep into Minho’s as he drove his crotch over Minho’s in a perfect rhythm. Minho’s eyes rolled back as M/n’s hand still worked the male’s hard with the sinful lube of his spit and the liquids Minho’s hard had produced.

Minho panted, whined, and swarmed underneath M/n as the latter took control of his body and cherished every taste of him, leaving him completely beguiled.

[yunqitv]

— focus "omega x yechan x male reader"

♡ pairing : shin yechan x male reader

♡ genre : fluff, drabble

♡ warning : short and sweet

╰┈➤ AUTHOR'S NOTE : so, I just finished "a shoulder to cry on" and before that I had never gotten into omega x. I knew and had the two songs 'omega x' and 'vamos' on repeat for a good amount of times a bit ago, but never actually made the effort of getting to know the group. but now, oh hunny, i'm stuck on them. watching the bl, both members caught my eye. and as I continue my path to becoming a possible bl writer, the moment I finished watch I wrote this just to kinda clear my head.

feel free to request omega x in my inbox while I get to know them a little bit more

It's always been weird the way Yechan look at M/n. At first it was short glares, quick glances, but now it's like the boy has no shame in just getting all up on the younger's face.

"You know you look so good when you're focused~" Yechan sung, nudging M/n's shoulder, causing the younger's handwriting to look a mess. This stupid presentation required a lot of research and was very time consuming, but it seemed like time was just a joke when Yechan couldn't sit still and keep interrupting.

"Hey, Yechan. If you're not gonna help out, then you need to stop bothering me and let me finish." M/n spat, scooting his chair and desk away from Yechan.

Yechan whined pulling on M/n's chair, "Why so serious? You know I love and appreciate you so much." Yechan leaned into M/n's face, attacking his cheeks with pecks and nibbles.

"Hey! W-What is wrong with you!" M/n broke from Yechan's grasp and stood up. "If you can't focus, I'm going to the library. You're embarrassing!" He spat, flustered as he grabbed all his stationary and bookbag and hurriedly rushed out the classroom .

Yechan giggled. Teasing M/n was so easy and fun. But he wondered if one day he would accept Yechan's advances and let him shower him in unconditional love.

[yunqitv]

— wip list, request rules [4.25.24 Update]

ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀꜱᴛʏ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴀꜱᴛʏ

wanna know what I'm working on? check out this list. feel free to request and help me add more to the list.

request rules : please be kind in my inbox & tell me exactly what you want or are thinking

- only boy groups, male soloist

- only boyxboy

- only 18+ idols, no minors (even if just fluff)

- any idol, even the less popular ones

- any genre

key : [e] explicit, [f] fluff, [a] angst

will be continued to update

[yunqitv]

— reunion "exo kai x male reader" PT 1

♡ pairing : kim jongin x male reader (m/n)

♡ genre : angst, fluffish (2nd part won't hurt as much)

♡ warning : relationship conflict, feeling of abandonment

╰┈➤ AUTHOR'S NOTE : hi there, my name is yunqi~ this is my first time writing in quite some time so give me some grace~~ please welcome me into the fam, i've got more to come !! p.s I know this is short, but this is just a small excerpt, I just wanted to get back into that groove.

feel free to request some stuff in my inbox, my brain is a little foggy at the moment

There was a faint knock at the door, M/n barely heard it. Luckily, he was expecting someone. A special someone.

Last night M/n and his friends, well almost all of his friends, gathered together in his small shabby apartment and threw a reunion party. It had been 5 years since all of them graduated high school. And as fun as it was seeing all of his friends, half of M/n attention hung around the door waiting for a knock.

When the night ended, M/n was foolishly mistaken that the person he was looking for would come. He never was able to make time for him back then, why would that change 5 years later?

M/n sighed, getting up from his comfortable position sitting criss-cross on the living room floor. The doorbell rang, and he moaned, “I’m coming, I’m coming.” He lightly jogged towards the front door, sliding into his slippers. As he reached for the door handle, he pulled and looked down as if thinking there was a package. But this package was more like a gift. M/n’s eyebrows furrowed as he saw a pair of Chuck Taylor’s, tattered and worn. The same shoes he gave to his… well, first love.

“Hello, stranger.” A familiar voice slipped into M/n ears. His body instantly felt warm. M/n’s mouth fell agape as he looked up at the male in front of him. After all these years, M/n felt like he was so ready to see the one who got away yesterday, now, he’s at a loss for words.

“You’re staring. I feel put on the spot now.”

“Ah, no. No, don’t feel that way. It’s good to see you… Jongin or Kai, or ya’ know whatever you go by now.” M/n sheepishly said, biting back his tongue at his complete awkwardness.

“Jongin is fine. To be honest, nobody calls me that very much anymore. And it feels nostalgic hearing you stay my name again.” Jongin flashed that stupid cheeky grin he does, M/n might as well just melt right there.

“Oh… being an idol… Can’t imagine.”

Jongin chuckled, pressing his weight on the door frame, “You’ve got a good face, nice voice…” Jongin tilted his head looking at M/n up and down as if he were going to comment on the latter’s body, “But those bunny slippers? Can’t dance in those.”

M/n sucked his tongue, “You jerk.” He rolled his eyes and stepped to the side, gesturing for Jongin to step into the apartment. Jongin giggled as he entered into the apartment, slipping his shoes off next to the pile of random shoes.

“You missed everyone yesterday, why didn’t you call?”

Jongin placed his keys and wallet on the island in the kitchen, hanging his jean jacket on one of the bar stools. “I’m sorry about that. The work building has been a buzz for a while now. You know, comebacks and all.”

“Mhm, right.” M/n did not know. In fact, M/n didn’t even know Jongin was an idol. He found out via text message months later.

“But I’m here now and-”

“And the last you didn’t show up to an outting was-”

“I don’t-”

“Wanna talk about it?”

Jongin reached for the back of his neck, “We still like cutting each other off. That’ll never change, huh?”

“But you did.” M/n spat, arms crossed as his smaller frame stood in front of Jongin’s. Jongin’s hands dropped to his sides as he drew in a sharp breath. “I want to talk about this. The others aren’t around this time, so speak freely.”

“I- Um, shit… I don’t know. It’s a lot.”

M/n bit back his attitude, “You left me, Kim Jongin. You chose to live your life without me. A life without your best friend. Your boyfriend. Your soulmate.”

“Hey, no one left you, M/n. I admit I didn’t choose the best choice when it came to us, but, I had an opportunity. And how was I supposed to know there was gonna be all these restrictions? Being an idol is hard, but living without you was harder.”

M/n turned away as he felt the tears warming up in his eyes. Jongin gently put his hands on each of the smaller’s shoulders. “Look at me. Would you look at me please?”

“No. Go away.”