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BUZZCUT. | ── [ j.jh ]

── ⭒ staring .ᐟ ౨ৎ  jaehyun x afab!reader

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SUMMARY: ── in a bittersweet farewell, the night before your close childhood friend jaehyun leaves for military service you both take a walk along the han river as well as navigate your complicated feelings for each other.

GENRE: friends to lovers, SMUT (18+, mdni), angst, fluff, idol!jaehyun CW/TAGS: dom!jaehyun, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, piv sex, spanking, hair pulling, reader is refered to as a girl, praising, bigdick!jaehyun WORDS | 6.8k A/N | this is in honor of jaehyun's enlistment - enjoy !!

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── the night is cool against your skin, a gentle breeze wrapping around you as you walk down the narrow streets, winding your way toward the river. your steps are deliberate, even though your heart thunders against your chest. you’re thinking too much, and you know it, letting each thought flicker and fold over the last like waves, endless and unknowable, churning somewhere deep inside you.

it’s been a long time, you think. a long time since you first saw him, all easy smiles and casual charm. a long time since you first felt that jolt of something you didn’t yet have a name for but that, in hindsight, you recognize as love. you’ve never told him, not once—not in all these years of close calls and almosts, of lingering touches and moments that you always held on to longer than you should have.

you inhale deeply, trying to slow the pace of your thoughts, but each step closer only winds you tighter. the han river glimmers faintly in the distance, a line of silver beneath the night sky. and there, by the water’s edge, is jaehyun. he’s leaning against the railing, looking out at the river, his face partially shadowed but somehow softer, framed by the quiet of the night. the sight of him, so familiar yet distant, almost pulls you to a stop.

there’s something about him tonight—a weight you hadn’t noticed before. it’s as if he, too, is looking to hold on to everything here, everything he’s about to leave behind. and yet, he doesn’t turn to look at you until you’re almost right next to him, his gaze steady as he catches your eye.

“you made it,” he says, that soft, reassuring warmth in his voice. his smile, though, is smaller than usual, like there’s something unsaid between you both, lingering just below the surface.

“i made it,” you answer, and you try to keep your tone light, but it comes out quiet, touched by an edge you didn’t mean to reveal. you’ve imagined this moment—this last chance to see him—over and over in your head, each version of it different. and yet, standing here now, everything you thought you might say seems to slip through your fingers.

he watches you carefully, that subtle intensity in his gaze, as if he’s trying to memorize the way you look, standing there in the glow of the distant city lights.

he clears his throat, breaking the silence as you both start walking along the path that follows the river's edge. “how’ve you been?” he asks, giving you a sidelong glance. it’s a simple question, and yet the softness of his tone makes it feel like he’s asking for something more, like he’s trying to make up for all the times he’s missed out on in the last few months.

you smile, shrugging lightly. “same old, same old. work, school—nothing too exciting. but you, mr. idol, you’ve been busy.” jaehyun chuckles, the sound low and warm, as he brushes his hair back with one hand. “yeah, i guess that’s one way to put it.” he looks down at his shoes for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “we were doing concerts. that’s why i’ve been, you know… hard to reach.”

you nod, already knowing. his life has been moving at a different pace—one that has taken him across oceans, into arenas filled with fans chanting his name. it’s a reality you’ve grown used to, but still, there’s a tiny ache whenever you remember how separate his world can sometimes feel from yours. but tonight, it’s as if none of that matters. tonight, he’s here, and there’s only the two of you.

“still can’t believe that’s real,” you say, nudging him lightly with your shoulder. “remember when you wouldn’t even sing in front of me?”

jaehyun laughs, shaking his head. “i was terrible back then. don’t lie to me.”

“no, i’m serious!” you grin, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “all those late nights, trying to get you to sing while we were ‘studying’ for exams. it was tragic—”

“oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad,” he interrupts, nudging you back with a smile that’s both embarrassed and pleased. “you’re making me sound hopeless.”

“hopeless? maybe a little,” you tease, watching his face light up in a way that feels achingly familiar, like something you want to freeze in time. “but i guess you’ve come a long way, huh?”

he nods, a soft hum in his voice. “feels like forever ago, though. remember the first time we stayed out all night? trying to find that coffee shop you swore was ‘just around the corner’?”

you laugh, covering your mouth at the memory. “and we got so lost! i was ready to give up, but you…” you trail off, looking at him with that same warmth, thinking of the way he had insisted on keeping on, even when you both had practically wandered into the outskirts of the city.

“i wasn’t about to let you down,” he finishes, a hint of pride in his voice.

the two of you continue walking, memories spilling out as naturally as the river flowing beside you. nights spent at convenience stores with cheap ramyeon and cola; that one time he convinced you to go to karaoke and made up for years of not singing; all the secrets you whispered between laughter and yawns, half-asleep in the early morning light.

and yet, despite the familiarity, tonight is different. the laughter dies down quicker, and each memory feels like a bittersweet treasure, something you’re both afraid to hold too tightly for fear it will slip away. you’re acutely aware of every step, every glance, every brush of his shoulder against yours. it’s all slipping through your fingers, each second a reminder that you’re both on the brink of a sort-of goodbye.

the quiet stretches out between you as you walk, and though his hand rests loosely in his pocket, jaehyun’s other hand rises to press his fingertips to his mouth, lost in thought. his gaze wanders out over the river, his usual warmth dimming, replaced by something heavier. it lingers in the air around him, that tension, that uncertainty—like the night itself is waiting to exhale.

“honestly… i don’t know what to expect.” his voice is lower now, almost a whisper that the wind could easily snatch away. “everyone says you just get through it. that it’s over before you know it. but…” he trails off, his words floating into the dark like something fragile and fleeting. “it’s strange, thinking that life just… pauses. for two years.”

you walk a few more paces, silent, each step a reminder of time slipping by too fast. you look at him out of the corner of your eye, trying to hold onto the image: the faint furrow of his brow, the set of his jaw, that expression he wears when he’s trying to seem brave but doesn’t quite manage it. and your own heart twists at the sight of him—of jaehyun, here with you, with all the things you’ve never said pressing against your chest. but you push it down, that ache, until it’s tucked somewhere deep inside you. instead, you reach out, letting your hand rest on his arm, feeling the warmth of him under your fingertips.

“you’ll be okay yuno,” you say quietly, feeling the words reverberate through you, anchoring you to this moment. “you’ve always found a way to be.”

he looks at you then, really looks at you, like he’s seeing something for the first time. there’s a hint of disbelief in his eyes, almost as if he wants to question what you’ve just said, even using his real name - to pick it apart. but he doesn’t. he just nods, a faint, grateful smile tracing his lips.

“sometimes i think you believe in me more than i do,” he murmurs. “like you’ve always known something i haven’t.”

you want to say something to that, to answer, to reach through all these walls of silence that have built up between you over the years, but you don’t. instead, you only look back at him, holding your smile steady, letting the quiet carry all the things you can’t say.

after a moment, you find a bench tucked away at the edge of the path, overlooking the river’s glimmering surface. the world around you fades into the background, and for a brief moment, it’s just the two of you, suspended in this fragile stillness. as you sit, jaehyun turns toward you, his fingers brushing against yours before he takes your hand fully, squeezing it gently.

“i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he admits, his voice steady but low, a hint of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface.

your heart races at the contact, warmth spreading through you like a soft glow. you’re on the verge of confessing everything—the weight of your feelings that you’ve kept hidden, the love that has thrived in the silence between you. but you hold back, unwilling to add any more emotional weight to a goodbye that’s already too heavy. instead, you meet his gaze, trying to capture this moment, every detail of him etched in your mind—his soft features, the way his eyes reflect the shimmering river, the gentle press of his hand against yours.

jaehyun clears his throat, breaking the quiet between you. “it’s getting cold,” he says, his voice soft, almost reluctant. “i’ll walk you home.”

you nod, and without another word, you both stand, falling into step beside each other. the silence between you now is thick, layered with the things neither of you have said, and each step you take feels heavier, like the night itself is pressing down, reminding you that this is the last time—for a good while—that you’ll have him beside you like this.

the streets are emptier now, just the distant glow of streetlights casting long shadows as you walk side by side. you can feel the tension building, each step drawing you closer to the inevitable. your hand brushes his once, and though neither of you speaks, there’s a quiet comfort in that brief, familiar contact. when you finally reach your apartment, you stop, and jaehyun does too. he stands there, looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read—something mingling with the sadness in his eyes, a softness, a question, maybe. and he hesitates, his hand hovering just beside yours as if he wants to reach for you, as if he’s searching for something in your face that he’s not sure he’ll find.

jaehyun’s gaze flickers, lingering on you as if he’s committing every detail to memory. he rubs the back of his neck, breaking eye contact for a second before looking back at you.

“so…” he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, carrying the weight of all the unspoken words between you. “guess this is it, huh?” you force a smile, nodding even though it feels like your chest is tightening. “yeah. tomorrow.”

he bites his lip, his eyes searching yours, like he’s waiting for you to say something, anything to make this moment last longer. “it’s just… i don’t know. doesn’t feel real yet.”

you swallow, the words caught in your throat. “it doesn’t,” you reply softly, your voice barely steady. “we’ll still call and text all the time…and if you want we can hang out every other weekend or something.”

jaehyun’s expression softens, the corners of his mouth twitching into a small, sad smile. “you’ve been there for everything,” he says, his voice quiet, almost as if he’s admitting a secret. “since we were kids. it’s hard to think of… going through something without you around.”

your heart races at his words, and you force yourself to hold his gaze, even though every instinct tells you to look away, to hide what you’re feeling. “i’ll still be here,” you say, and the promise feels fragile, yet unbreakable, hanging in the space between you.

he lets out a small breath, his hand lifting as if on instinct, brushing your cheek, his fingers barely grazing your skin. “i know you will.” his voice catches, and for a moment, you see something raw in his eyes—a tenderness that feels almost too much to bear.

you stand there, suspended in the silence that follows, the weight of everything unsaid filling the space between you. and before you can second-guess yourself, before you can think of all the reasons not to, you close the distance, pressing your lips to his. his hand slips around to the back of your neck, gentle but firm, as if grounding you both in this moment, and he kisses you back, slow and unhurried, like he, too, is trying to capture everything he feels in this one breath, this one touch. the kiss starts softly, a gentle brush of lips that feels almost tentative, as if you’re both testing the waters of this new territory. but as the world around you fades, that initial hesitation melts away. the warmth of his hand cradling your neck sends a shiver down your spine, igniting something deep within you that has long been simmering beneath the surface.

jaehyun's lips are sweet, tinged with the warmth of honey and a hint of smoky undertones from the cigarette he smoked earlier. his lips move against yours with increasing urgency, a mix of longing and a bittersweet awareness that time is slipping away. you lean into him, feeling the solid weight of him against you, and it’s as if every memory, every unspoken word, pours into that moment—every shared glance, every moment of laughter—colliding in time.

jaehyun deepens the kiss, tilting his head slightly, and you feel his breath against your skin, warm and inviting, igniting a fire that spreads through you. it’s a heady mix of sweetness and heat, and you find yourself responding instinctively, matching his intensity, losing yourself in the sensation of him.

your heart races as you feel his fingers slide into your hair, pulling you closer, anchoring you to him as if he fears letting go. the world around you blurs, the distant sounds of the city fading into a dull hum, leaving only the two of you, caught in this fragile moment that feels both infinite and fleeting.

breathless, you pull away just enough to rest your forehead against his, the warmth of his skin lingering. your eyes meet, and in that charged silence, a shared understanding pulses between you—fragile yet undeniable. with a shaky breath, you fumble for your keys, the metal cool against your palm as you unlock the door, hands trembling. jaehyun steps in behind you, his presence a comforting weight, solid and unwavering in the dim light.

the moment the door closes, he's there, pulling you close again. his lips find yours in the dim light of your apartment, urgent and needy. you melt into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as he walks you backwards toward the couch. the familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, a heady mix of leather and lillies that makes your head spin. your legs hit the edge of the couch, and jaehyun gently lowers you onto the soft cushions. he follows, his body a comforting weight above you as he settles on top of you.

“god, i’ll miss this,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb along your jaw. then, without another word, he kisses down your neck, his lips trailing warmth that ignites every nerve in your body. you gasp softly, feeling the heat radiate from him, his touch igniting a fire deep within you.

“jaehyun…” you breathe, your voice a mixture of longing and urgency. “i wanna remember this.”

his kisses trail back to your lips, deepening as he pours everything he feels into the moment, as if to make sure you both carry it with you, etched into your hearts. “are you sure?” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, “that you want this.”

you nod, your eyes locked with his. "i promise," you whisper back, “i’ve thought about this for so long.”

jaehyun’s eyes soften, a blend of tenderness and desire flickering within their depths. he shifts slightly, fingers finding the hem of his shirt, and you hold your breath as he pulls it over his head, revealing the smooth contours of his chest and abs. the dim light from the street outside casts shadows that accentuate every curve, transforming him into a living, breathing sculpture.

without thinking, your hands reach out, tracing the lines of his torso as if drawn by an invisible thread. his skin is warm beneath your fingertips, a tangible warmth that makes your heart race. you marvel at the firmness of his abdomen, the subtle ridges etched from countless hours of dance practice and grueling workouts.

a soft hitch escapes jaehyun’s breath at your touch, his gaze darkening with desire as he watches you explore. hesitantly, you reach for the hem of your sweater. jaehyun's eyes follow your movements as you slowly pull it up and over your head, revealing the delicate lace of your bra underneath. the cool air of the apartment raises goosebumps on your skin.

jaehyun's gaze is reverent as he takes in the sight of you. his fingertips ghost along your collarbone, tracing a feather-light path down to the swell of your breasts. you shiver at his touch.

“is this okay?” he asks softly, his hands hovering at the clasp of your bra, the question hanging in the air like a fragile promise. you nod, unable to find your voice, the weight of his gaze anchoring you as he leans closer, a whisper of breath brushing against your skin.

with gentle fingers, jaehyun unhooks your bra, his touch reverent as he slides the straps down your shoulders. the fabric falls away, revealing your breasts to his gaze. his eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you, vulnerable yet unafraid beneath him.

"so fucking pretty," he murmurs, voice husky with emotion. he lowers his head, pressing a soft kiss to the curve of your neck. his lips trail downward, leaving a path of warmth across your collarbone. when he reaches your breast, he pauses, his breath hot against your skin. then his mouth closes around your nipple, drawing a gasp from your lips.

his tongue swirls patterns as he sucks gently, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. one hand cups your other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. you arch into him, a gasp escaping your lips. one of his hands kneads your other breast as he lavishes attention on the first. the dual sensations make your head spin. jaehyun releases your tit with a soft pop, his eyes meeting yours as he begins to trail kisses down your body. his lips brush against your sternum, then trace a path down the center of your abdomen. each touch is feather-light yet charged, sending shivers cascading through you.

he takes his time, mapping the landscape of your skin with worshipful attention. his tongue dips into the hollow of your navel, eliciting a soft gasp. you feel the curve of his smile against your skin as he continues lower, his teeth lightly scraping your sensitive flesh.

jaehyun's fingers trace along the waistband of your skirt, his touch light as a whisper. he looks up at you, eyes dark with desire but still seeking permission. "can i take this off?" he asks softly, his voice low and loving.

you nod, breath catching in your throat as he slowly unzips your skirt. he slides it down your legs, his hands caressing your thighs as he goes. the cool air raises goosebumps on your newly exposed skin.

jaehyun's gaze travels over you reverently, taking in every curve and dip of your body. his fingers ghost along the lace edge of your panties, barely touching. "you're so beautiful," he murmurs, “let me take care of you baby.”

he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, just above your knee. then another, slightly higher. his lips trail a path of fire up your limbs and when he reaches the edge of your panties, he pauses, looking up at you with dark, desire-filled eyes. "god, you're so wet," he murmurs, his voice low and cursing. "fucking soaked, all for me.."

his fingers trace along the damp lace, barely ghosting over your most sensitive areas. even that faint touch sends sparks of pleasure coursing through you. you squirm slightly, desperate for more contact and whimper.

"such pretty noises," he purrs. "i wonder how you'll sound when i really touch you."

"please," you whimper, not even caring how needy you sound.

a slow smile spreads across jaehyun's face. "please what?" he asks, his tone commanding. "tell me what you want, baby."

"touch me," you gasp. "please, i need you to touch me."

your breath catches as he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties. with agonizing slowness, he slides them down your legs, his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake. the fabric clings to your damp skin as he peels it away, exposing you fully to his hungry gaze.

jaehyun's eyes roam over you, drinking in every detail. his hands caress your thigh, “perfect fucking pussy, better than i ever imagined..” he praises, before his tongue finally makes contact with your folds, you gasp at the sensation. he starts with long, slow licks, savoring your taste as he explores every inch. his hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as he works.

jaehyun's tongue swirls around your clit before sucking gently, sending waves of pleasure through you. he alternates between broad strokes and focused attention, building your arousal steadily higher. you thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him where you need him most.

jaehyun holds your trembling thighs firmly apart, his strong hands steady and warm against your skin. his touch is gentle yet insistent, opening you up to his hungry gaze. jaehyun's tongue delves deeper, parting your folds and exploring every sensitive ridge and valley. he hums softly against you, the vibrations sending shivers through your core. his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, anchoring you as pleasure builds within you.

you feel the heat of his breath against your most intimate places as he works, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on your clit. each pass sends sparks of sensation coursing through you. your hips begin to rock involuntarily, seeking more friction.

"such a good girl," jaehyun murmurs against you, his voice low and husky. "i love how you taste."

he slides one finger inside you, curling it upwards as his tongue continues to lavish attention on your clit. the dual sensations make you gasp, your back arching off the couch and you curse.

jaehyun slides one hand up your body to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. the added stimulation heightens every sensation, making you gasp and writhe beneath him. your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as your hips begin to move of their own accord.

you arch your back, grinding against his mouth as the tension mounts. soft whimpers and gasps fall from your lips, growing more desperate as you climb higher. jaehyun redoubles his efforts, sucking your clit between his lips as he slides another finger inside you. the dual stimulation has you seeing stars. his fingers curl, finding that perfect spot inside you as his tongue lashes your clit. you cry out, your hips bucking against his face as the first waves of orgasm crash over you. jaehyun doesn’t stop, only slows his efforts as you come down from your high. after you catch your breath, he moves his head from your thighs and moves up over you to kiss you.

jaehyun's lips meet yours in a deep, sensual kiss that is almost like a thank-you from you. you taste yourself on his tongue - tangy and sweet with a hint of musk. as he presses his body closer, you feel the hard length of his cock through his sweatpants, hot and insistent against your thigh. the thin fabric does little to conceal his arousal. the heat of him sears into your skin, igniting a fresh wave of desire low in your belly. your hands roam over the planes of his back, tracing the lean muscles there. his skin is fever-warm, and you pull back from kissing him to look down at the print of him through his pants. you make eye contact, and there’s a question hanging in the air along with the heavy breathing of you both.

you break the beat of silence, “i want to,” you say, giving him the permission that he needed.

jaehyun pulls away slightly, his eyes still locked on yours, the heat of the moment lingering in the air. with a quick, decisive movement, he gets up from the couch, the dim light casting soft shadows over his form.

“condom?” he asks.

“it’s in my bedside table,” you reply, watching him as he nods and strides toward the bedroom.

as he disappears from view, the atmosphere shifts. you stare up at the ceiling, feeling the room spin slightly, an unexpected loneliness settling in without his presence. the faint sounds of the city outside filter in, but they feel distant and hollow compared to the warmth he brought just moments before.

a part of you aches for him, for that connection you’ve both been dancing around for so long. time stretches as you wait, heart pounding in your chest, your thoughts swirling with anticipation and uncertainty.

finally, he returns, the confident smile back on his lips, and in his hand is the small foil wrapper. the moment he steps into the light, the heaviness in the air dissipates, replaced by a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. you sit up as he slips down his sweatpants and boxers.

as jaehyun's sweatpants fall away, your breath catches in your throat. his cock springs free, thick and hard, jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. your eyes widen, taking in the impressive sight before you. he's long - longer than you expected - and girthy, the shaft curved slightly upward. the head is flushed a deep pink, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. the sight of him, fully aroused and wanting you, sends a fresh wave of heat through your core.

you swallow hard, a mix of desire and nervousness fluttering in your stomach as he gives it a few pumps, wrapping his veiny hands around his length and then slipping the condom on.

you lay back against the arm of the couch, heart pounding as jaehyun moves over you. his eyes are dark with desire as he positions himself between your spread legs. you feel exposed yet safe under his gaze.

jaehyun braces one hand beside your head, using the other to guide his cock to your entrance. the latex-covered tip brushes against your sensitive folds, making you gasp. he runs it up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. when he reaches your clit, he circles it slowly, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you.

jaehyun's eyes lock with yours, his gaze intense and full of longing. the air between you is charged, buzzed with anticipation. he runs the tip of his cock along your folds once more, coating himself in your slick heat.

"god, you're so wet for me," he murmurs, his voice rough. "such a good fucking girl, all ready to take my cock.”

his praise sends a shiver down your spine, arousal pooling low in your belly. your breath catches in your throat as he begins to push forward, stretching you slowly inch by delicious inch. you gasp at the fullness, your body adjusting to accommodate his impressive girth. he moves with careful control, giving you time to adjust. when he's fully sheathed inside you, he pauses, letting you adjust to his size. his breath is ragged against your neck, his body trembling slightly with the effort of holding still. his breath ghosts over your skin as he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "that's it, baby," he praises, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "take me in. you're doing so well."

you whimper softly, rocking your hips to encourage him to move. jaehyun takes the hint, slowly withdrawing before thrusting back in. he sets a steady rhythm, each stroke long and deep.

"fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his voice low and husky in your ear. "such a perfect little pussy, taking my cock just right."

jaehyun's thrusts become faster and more urgent, his hips snapping against yours with each movement. your bodies move together in a perfect rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

"yuno," you moan, your hands gripping onto his shoulders as he pounds into you, “feels so good, oh my god.” he leans down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues to move inside you.

jaehyun's thrusts grow more powerful, driving deep into your core with each movement. the couch creaks softly beneath you as he picks up the pace. you feel every inch of him sliding in and out, the delicious friction sending waves of pleasure through your body.

his hands grip your hips tightly, angling you to hit that perfect spot inside. you cry out as he brushes against it, sparks of sensation radiating outward. jaehyun groans in response, the sound low and primal.

you can feel the tension building in your lower belly, a coiling heat that threatens to consume you. jaehyun must sense it too, because he redoubles his efforts. his hips snap against yours forcefully, driving into you with renewed vigor.

just as you're teetering on the edge, jaehyun slows his movements, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back in torturously slowly. you whimper at the change of pace, your body aching for more. he repeats the motion several times, drawing out each thrust until you're writhing beneath him.

"please," you gasp, "i need more."

jaehyun kisses you deeply before pulling out completely. "turn around for me, baby," he murmurs, his voice insistent. you listen, adjusting your position until you’re on your hands and knees and he’s behind you.

jaehyun's hands grip your hips firmly as he positions himself behind you. you feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance, teasing you. he runs it along your slick folds, coating himself in your arousal.

the anticipation builds as he lines himself up, the tip just barely breaching you. before you can respond, jaehyun snaps his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. you cry out at the sudden fullness, your fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly. he gives you only a moment to adjust before pulling back and slamming in again.

jaehyun sets a punishing pace, his hips pistoning against you. the new angle allows him to hit spots deep inside that make you see stars. jaehyun's hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you from behind, his movements growing more frenzied. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your breathless moans and his low grunts.

"god, you feel so fucking good," he groans, his voice rough with desire. "my perfect baby, s-so fucking tight."

his praise sends shivers down your spine, arousal pooling low in your belly. you arch your back, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. the new angle allows him to hit even deeper, brushing against that spot inside you that makes you see stars. suddenly, jaehyun's hand comes down on your ass with a sharp crack. the sting blooms across your skin, quickly followed by a wave of heat. you arch your back, changing the angle slightly, and cry out as he hits that perfect spot deep inside you. jaehyun notices your reaction and adjusts his movements to hit that same spot with each thrust.

jaehyun's hand slides up your back, fingers tangling in your hair. he grips it firmly, tugging your head back as he continues to thrust into you. the slight pain mingles with pleasure, heightening every sensation. you gasp at the new angle, feeling him even deeper inside you.

"that's it, baby," he growls, his voice low and husky. "take it all for me." his hips snap against yours with renewed vigor, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. the couch creaks beneath you, the sound barely audible over your breathless moans and the slap of skin on skin.

jaehyun's grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back further. “gonna c-come,” you manage to get out. the arch in your spine deepens, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot inside you with every stroke.

“be a good fucking girl and come for me baby,” he says, leaning against your ear. stars explode behind your eyes as waves of pleasure crash over and you scream his name. jaehyun's grunts become more urgent as he continues to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm. he can feel you clenching tightly around him, milking him for all he's worth. with a loud groan, he follows you over the edge, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside you.

jaehyun carefully pulls out, both of you wincing slightly at the loss of contact. he sits up, running a hand through his tousled hair as he catches his breath. the dim light from the street outside casts a soft glow on his skin, highlighting the sheen of sweat on his chest.

with a quiet grunt, he stands and makes his way to the small trash can beside the couch. you watch the play of muscles in his back and legs as he moves, admiring the lean strength of his body. he removes the condom and ties it off before tossing it in the bin.

jaehyun turns back to you, a soft smile playing on his lips. his hair is a mess, sticking up in wild tufts where you ran your fingers through it. he ruffles it absently, making it even more chaotic. you run a hand through his hair and scowl playfully when you feel how sweaty he is.

"gross," you tease, wiping your hand on his shirt. "you're all sticky."

jaehyun's smile widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "you weren't complaining a few minutes ago," he quips, his voice low, “and say goodbye to my hair - i’m shaving it tomorrow.”

you feel a blush creep up your neck, remembering the heated moments that led to his current disheveled state, and then a sadness rushes over you - that he’s leaving tomorrow. jaehyun notices your reaction and chuckles softly, pulling you closer. his arms wrap around your waist, and you can feel the warmth radiating from his body as he grabs a blanket from the other side of the couch and places it over you both.

"what's on your mind, beautiful?" he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. you hesitate, not wanting to ruin the moment with your woeful thoughts.

"it's nothing," you reply, forcing a smile. but jaehyun knows you too well. his fingers gently tilt your chin up, brown eyes searching yours.

"tell me," he insists softly.

you sigh, your defenses crumbling under his gaze. "i just… i can’t believe you’re leaving tomorrow. it feels too soon."

his expression shifts, the teasing glimmer fading as he brushes a thumb across your cheek. "yeah, i get it. it’s not easy."

"but what if things change?" you murmur, your heart tightening at the thought.

jaehyun raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "change? as in me forgetting you? not a chance. you think i could forget the girl who drove me crazy for all these years?"

you roll your eyes, but there’s a flutter of anticipation in your stomach. "well, you’re going to be busy with training and everything else."

he leans closer, his breath warm against your skin. "busy? sure. but you think i’ll be able to focus when all i can think about is you? not a chance."

your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but tease back. "is that your way of saying you’ll miss me?"

jaehyun chuckles softly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "it’s my way of saying you better miss me too. because i’m about to confess something."

you lean in, curiosity piqued. "what’s that?"

jaehyun's expression shifts, becoming more serious as he searches your eyes. "i’m in love with you. like, really in love with you. i think about you all the time—when i'm practicing, when i'm on stage, even when i'm just hanging out with the guys. it’s like you're always there in the back of my mind."

your breath catches, the weight of his words settling around you. "but… why didn’t you say anything before?"

he runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit you’ve come to know well. "i didn’t want to ruin what we have. i thought maybe it was better to keep it as friends. but now? i want to try things with you. i want to see where this goes."

the confession hangs in the air between you, charged with possibility. you can feel your pulse quickening, excitement mingling with uncertainty. "and what if it doesn’t work out? the timing of this is just-"

jaehyun shakes his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "i don’t care about timing. what matters is how i feel, and i can’t let that go without saying something. i want you in my life, no matter how far apart we are."

you raise an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at your lips. "you make it sound so easy. you do realize i’m not just some object you can claim when you feel like it, right?"

he chuckles, leaning closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "oh, i’m fully aware. that’s why i’m trying to make my move before someone else scoops you up."

you laugh lightly, shaking your head. "good luck with that. i’m pretty sure no one else would bother trying."

"yeah? you think i’m the only one?" he teases, raising an eyebrow. "you must have a whole line of admirers waiting."

"right, because i’m just so irresistible," you reply, a smirk on your lips. "but let’s be real. you’re the only one who’s actually putting in the work."

jaehyun’s smile fades just a little as he leans back, studying you. "look, i know this isn’t easy. but i don’t want to just be some random fling. i want to be in your life, no matter where we are."

you take a breath, weighing his words. "and if things get complicated? you know they will."

he shrugs, unfazed. "shit’s always complicated. but i’d rather deal with that than let this slip away. you’re worth the trouble."

you meet his gaze, feeling the sincerity behind his words. "okay, i get it. but don’t think i’m going to make this easy for you."

he smirks, the challenge evident in his eyes. "i wouldn’t want it any other way."

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the morning light filters in through the window, casting a soft glow on the cluttered room, and you find yourself perched on a stool, an electric razor in your hand, staring at jaehyun’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. he sits in a chair, a towel draped around his shoulders, looking slightly apprehensive but oddly amused by the situation.

“are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice that doesn’t quite mask the tension beneath. you grip the razor tighter, suddenly aware of how little you know about haircuts.

“i kinda have to,” jaehyun replies, a hint of seriousness creeping into his tone, “no long hair.”

you nod and take a deep breath, bringing the razor closer. with a gentle buzz, the razor hums to life, and you press it against his scalp. the sound is oddly satisfying, a gentle roar that fills the small space, and you watch as a tuft of hair falls away, landing softly on the towel draped around his shoulders.

“oh my god!” you squeal, barely able to contain your dumbfoundedness. you can’t help but laugh at the sight of jaehyun’s shocked expression, a blend of surprise and amusement. you can’t stop the laughter bubbling up as you buzz away the rest of his hair, the once dark locks falling in tufts around him. each pass of the razor reveals more of his scalp, and soon he’s left with a clean, smooth surface that glints in the morning light.

jaehyun tilts his head, a teasing grin spreading across his face. “so, how do i look? sexy?”

the question hangs in the air, and without thinking, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips, the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips sending a rush of warmth through you. his surprise melts into a smile, and you pull away slightly, a grin still playing on your lips as you meet his gaze.

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[yvesette]

hiiiii (*/ω＼) i was wondering if you’d be interested in writing a wonwoo version of we got married w idol!reader (the scoups one was so good ;^;). Like… imagine if wonu was already a fan of y/n before the show and already had a not so subtle crush… and as they both settle into domestic antics and situations they can’t ignore the very real and obvious tension anymore (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

(no worried if not tho!! ♡)

thank you ♡ ♡ ♡

hey anon!!

i am so late to do this but i whipped something up i hope u enjoy ♡ i didn't wanna reuse the "we got married" plot exactly, so i instead did a collab stage - but i hope i kept kinda the same energy. tysm for the request my love!

[yvesette]

UNLIKELY DUO

ִ ࣪ᯓ★ ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ── jeon wonwoo

SUMMARY: ── wonwoo and you, initially at odds, find unexpected chemistry and romance when you're paired for a performance together, leading to a deeper connection both on and off stage. GENRE: eventual SMUT (18+), idol!au, enemies to lovers if you squint CW/TAGS: soft!dom wonwoo, sub!reader, face sitting, piv sex, unprotected sex (don't do it), light choking, reader is refered to as a girl, praise, bigdick!wonwoo, a little crying during sex, oral sex (f!recieving)

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the flashing lights of the reality show set were blinding, and the clamor of the studio audience was deafening. you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves as the host’s enthusiastic voice boomed over the speakers. the new show, unlikely duos, was all about creating unexpected pairings and testing their ability to work together. for the most part, the show had managed to pair up individuals who, if not exactly friends, were at least on amicable terms.

but then there was you and wonwoo.

you, a solo artist with a reputation for independence and a no-nonsense attitude, had been paired with wonwoo from seventeen—a man known for his cool demeanor and sharp wit. your interactions had always been professional, but there was an undeniable edge to your relationship - and an interaction earlier that day hadn’t helped.

now, you were thrust into a situation where you had no choice but to collaborate with him. the first challenge was simple enough: introduce yourselves and your artistic styles to the audience. as soon as you stepped onto the stage together, you both played the part with practiced ease.

“hey, everyone,” you said with a warm smile. “i’m y/n, and i’m excited to be here working on something fresh with my new partner.”

wonwoo nodded, a charming smile on his face. “and i’m wonwoo. looking forward to blending our styles and seeing what kind of exciting stage we can create together.”

the audience responded with applause, and the host beamed at the smooth interaction. you and wonwoo exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgment of the challenge ahead.

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you had arrived early that day, ready to get into the swing of things. you had been looking forward to this opportunity, but as the hours went by, the nerves started to creep in. a mix of excitement and anxiety kept you on edge. the studio was packed with crew members and set pieces, and the constant movement around you only heightened your tension.

wonwoo arrived a bit later, his calm demeanor a sharp contrast to the bustling energy of the studio. he approached with a warm smile. “hi, i’m wonwoo. nice to meet you.” “hi, i’m y/n. nice to meet you too,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite your nerves, bowing politely.

as you straightened up, trying to muster a genuine smile, wonwoo took a step forward to extend his hand. unfortunately, he misjudged his footing and accidentally bumped into you. the jolt caused him to spill his coffee all over your outfit. the hot liquid splashed across your clothes, and you felt a wave of frustration and embarrassment wash over you.

your eyes widened as you realized what had happened. “are you serious?” you said, your voice tinged with irritation.

wonwoo’s face went pale as he saw the mess. “oh shit, i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to—”

before he could finish, you cut him off, feeling the anger rise. “this is just great. i’ve been waiting for hours for you, and now i’m covered in coffee.”

wonwoo’s eyes were filled with genuine regret as he quickly grabbed some paper towels from a nearby table. “please, let me help you clean up. i really didn’t see that coming.”

you tried to keep your composure as you took the towels from him, attempting to dab at the stain on your clothes. the coffee was still warm, and the smell of it mixed with your mounting frustration. “it’s fine,” you said through gritted teeth, your voice barely controlled. “just… let’s get this over with.”

despite wonwoo’s efforts to apologize and help clean up, the incident had already dampened your mood. the coffee spill seemed to symbolize all the stress and nerves you had been feeling all day. the next segment of the show felt like a blur, and it was hard to focus with your outfit now stained and your frustration simmering just below the surface.

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the backstage area was a hive of activity, with crew members hustling to set up for the next segment of the show. you and wonwoo had been separated from the rest of the group, given a small rehearsal room to brainstorm and plan your performance. the door clicked shut behind you, leaving the two of you alone.

you glanced around the room, taking in the assortment of musical instruments and props. “alright, so where do we start? do you have any ideas, or should i just take charge?”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “oh, i didn’t realize we had a designated leader. i thought we were supposed to collaborate.”

you crossed your arms, feigning innocence. “collaborate, sure. but, i already had some ideas-”

wonwoo cut you off with a playful smirk. “i’m sure you do. but before you get too far ahead, let’s make sure we’re on the same page. what’s your vision?”

you raised an eyebrow, slightly annoyed but trying to keep it light. “my vision? alright, fine. as i was saying…i really wanna do a cover.”

wonwoo nodded, his expression thoughtful, “what song?”

“so, i was thinking,” you said, sighing, “my vision for today’s cover performance is to do something a bit unexpected? i guess… how about a trouble maker cover?”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, his expression turning skeptical. “trouble maker? you mean the song by hyuna and jang hyun-seung? isn’t that a bit…” he looked for the right word, “i don’t know—controversial?”

you felt a sharp pang of irritation. “controversial? it’s a classic, and it’s supposed to be fun…”

wonwoo looked uneasy. “i just think, you know.. fans might have mixed?.. reactions. it’s a bold choice, and not everyone might get the idea you’re planning. it could overshadow our performance.”

you crossed your arms, clearly frustrated. “i don’t know about you but i’m not playing it safe. if you’re too worried about what fans might think, we’ll never get anywhere.”

wonwoo rubbed the back of his neck, visibly conflicted. “it’s not that i’m afraid of taking risks. i just want us to be seen as a strong duo, not just a controversy.”

you exhaled sharply, feeling the frustration mount. “look, i get it. you want to make a good impression. but i feel like that’s the perfect song because-”

wonwoo cut you off, his tone attempting to reassure you. “no, i mean, it’s not that i don’t like the idea. it’s just that—”

you shot him a pointed look, your arms still crossed. “so you’re saying you don’t like it, but you’re not saying it outright?”

you nodded, feeling a bit of relief. “i’ll see you in the practice room then… i hope you won’t be late this time.”

wonwoo chuckled softly, the tension easing. “no promises, but i’ll try to be on time.”

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

as you both entered the practice room, the atmosphere was still tense but more focused. the choreography for “trouble maker” was notoriously flirty and required a lot of coordination and chemistry. both of you stood in front of the mirrored wall, trying to get a feel for the moves.

“so, i think the part where we’re back-to-back should be slower, more dramatic,” you suggested, running through the choreography in your head.

wonwoo shook his head, frowning slightly. “i don’t think slowing it down would work. it needs to be sharper, with more impact, to match the beat drop.”

you rolled your eyes. “it’s a sexy song, not a sprint. if we rush through it, it’ll lose its effect.”

“it’s not about rushing. it’s about hitting the beat. if we don’t match the intensity of the music, it’ll look off,” wonwoo countered, crossing his arms.

you mirrored his stance, crossing your arms and glaring at him through the mirror. “i know what i’m talking about. i’ve performed this style before.”

“yeah, and so have i,” he shot back. “if we keep it slow, the energy will drop, and we’ll lose the audience’s attention.”

you groaned, throwing your hands up. “you’re missing the point! it’s not about speed; it’s about chemistry. the slower the move, the more tension we can build.”

wonwoo’s eyes narrowed slightly. “chemistry? you mean like how we’re yelling at each other right now? great tension,” he replied, voice laced with sarcasm. the practice room staff, who had been standing nearby to help with the choreography, exchanged awkward glances. a few of them shifted their weight uncomfortably, clearly unsure whether to intervene or let you hash it out. one of them subtly nudged another, and you caught sight of a nervous smile being exchanged.

you couldn’t help but smirk, despite your annoyance. “look, if you want tension, we’re already nailing it. but if we want to sell this as a duo, we need to trust each other’s instincts a little more.”

wonwoo stared at you for a moment, then sighed. “fine. let’s try it your way. slow it down. but if it looks awkward, we go with my version.”

“deal,” you agreed, a slight smile breaking through your frustration. “and when it works, i get to say i told you so.”

wonwoo chuckled, shaking his head. “sure, but don’t get used to it.”

noticing the staff’s discomfort, you took a deep breath and composed yourself. you turned back to wonwoo, lowering your voice to a more even tone. “alright, let’s not scare off the entire crew. can we please just get it together and focus?” wonwoo blinked, surprised by the sudden change in your demeanor. he looked around and seemed to realize for the first time how the staff was watching the two of you bicker like an old married couple. a sheepish smile tugged at his lips as he nodded. “yeah, you’re right. sorry about that.” you both apologetically bow as a staff member passes by.

you both had agreed to try out a slowed-down version of the choreography first, emphasizing every move to create more tension between the beats. as the music swelled, you moved closer to wonwoo, feeling the shift in the air between you. the choreography demanded a certain closeness, and with each step, you could feel his presence becoming more tangible—his breath, his warmth, the subtle intensity of his eyes meeting yours.

as you slid into the first part of the routine, your body flowed naturally with the rhythm. your hand grazed his arm before trailing up to his shoulder, your eyes locked on his. wonwoo followed suit, his hand moving to your waist, pulling you closer in a move that mirrored the sensual push and pull of the song. for a moment, you almost forgot you were rehearsing. the space between you making you lost. the staff members around the room had grown quiet, some of them watching intently as the two of you danced. the room’s energy had shifted from awkward tension to something that had everyone’s attention.

as you moved into the more suggestive part of the choreography, where you both had to lean in close, practically breathing the same air, you could feel wonwoo's breath hitch slightly. his hand was steady on your waist, but his eyes gave away a flicker of nervousness—or perhaps, something else. the proximity was more intimate than either of you had anticipated, the choreography forcing a closeness that blurred lines.

you leaned back, holding his gaze while executing a slow body roll, your hand trailing down his chest as part of the choreography. wonwoo’s eyes never left yours, but you caught the slight change in his breathing. he didn’t flinch or pull away; instead, his hand slid up to your back, holding you there as the beat of the music pulsed through the room.

just as the moment stretched almost to a breaking point, the music suddenly stopped. an awkward silence filled the room, amplifying the reality of how close you were to each other. the sudden absence of sound brought everything into sharp focus—the rapid rise and fall of your breaths, the way wonwoo’s hand was still on your waist, your own fingers resting against his chest.

you blinked, realizing just how tightly you’d been holding onto him. there was an uncomfortable beat where neither of you moved, unsure of how to transition out of the intensity of the moment.

wonwoo was the first to pull back, clearing his throat awkwardly. “uh, that… that was good, good job,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. his eyes darted away, breaking the intense eye contact that had held you both in place.

“yeah,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady despite the flush you felt creeping up your cheeks. you took a small step back, putting a bit more distance between you. “i think we… definitely got the timing down.”

the next run-through of the choreography was smoother, but the tension from the previous moment still lingered in the air. each time you and wonwoo moved through the suggestive parts of the routine, you were hyper-aware of every touch, every glance. you did your best to focus on perfecting the dance, but your mind kept replaying the way he’d looked at you earlier, his expression hovering somewhere between surprise and something else you couldn’t quite pin down.

when the song finally ended, you both broke apart, slightly out of breath. the room buzzed with the murmurs of the crew, who were discussing adjustments and camera angles. you were thankful for the distraction as one of the staff members handed you a water bottle.

you took the opportunity to move to the far side of the room, away from the center of attention, and took a long sip of water. the cold liquid was refreshing, and it gave you a moment to calm your racing thoughts. you leaned against the wall, trying to ground yourself and shake off the strange mix of feelings that had settled in your chest.

for a few minutes, you focused on your breathing, eyes closed, trying to center yourself. but when you opened them, you immediately noticed wonwoo across the room, his eyes fixed on you. he was drinking from his own water bottle, his gaze lingering just a moment too long before he quickly looked away when he realized you’d caught him.

you felt a twinge in your chest, a mixture of nerves and a flutter of hope that you quickly tried to squash. he’s probably just thinking about the choreography, you told yourself. he’s just focused on the performance.

but as the minutes passed and the water break stretched on, you couldn’t help but notice that this wasn’t an isolated incident. wonwoo seemed to keep glancing your way, his eyes soft and contemplative. each time you caught him looking, he would shift his gaze or pretend to adjust something on his phone, but there was a certain pattern to it—a kind of rhythm to the way he kept sneaking glances at you.

when the music finally stopped for the last time, the crew began to scatter, gathering their equipment and making notes for the next session. you could feel the exhaustion settling in, both from the physical strain of the dance and the trials of the day. you bowed and said your goodbyes to the staff, leaving you and wonwoo alone in the practice room.

you took a deep breath, reaching for your bag and tossing your water bottle inside. you had half a mind to head straight home and decompress, but just as you turned to leave, you felt a presence beside you. you looked up to see wonwoo standing there, his expression softer than it had been during practice.

"hey," he started, his voice quiet enough that it felt almost private, "i don’t live too far from here. i thought, maybe… if you’re not too tired, you could come over to my place for a few drinks?"

there was a moment of silence as you processed his words. a dozen thoughts ran through your mind—was he just being friendly? was this his way of smoothing over the tension from earlier? or was there something more to this invitation? you didn’t want to make a scene or overthink the offer.

your eyes met his, and for a second, you hesitated. "you mean, like… just us?" you asked, your voice cautious.

wonwoo nodded, a small, almost shy smile forming on his lips. “yeah, just us i guess.” his tone was casual, but there was an underlying sincerity that made you wonder if he’d been feeling the same strange tension all day. you shook that feeling off immediately.

you swallowed, trying to play it cool. “are you sure you want to spend more time with me after all the arguing we did today?” you teased lightly, arching a brow. he chuckled, a deep, rich sound that seemed to ease some of the nerves in your chest.

“maybe that’s exactly why. besides,” he added, his smile turning more confident, “i think there's more to talk about than choreography.”

there was something in his eyes—an earnestness that felt disarming. the idea of spending time with him outside of this controlled environment was tempting, more so than you wanted to admit. after a beat, you found yourself nodding. “shit.. why not? but i hope you have some good drinks - i need one after today.” wonwoo’s smile widened, a hint of relief in his expression as he shut the door behind you.

₊⊹ the cool night air brushed against your skin as you leaned against the railing of wonwoo’s rooftop, a half-empty glass in your hand. the city lights stretched out below, a sea of twinkling stars spread across the earth. it was surprisingly quiet up here, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the streets below. you took a deep breath, feeling the alcohol warm your insides and dull the sharp edges of your nerves. a few drinks in, you’d both loosened up, the earlier tension from practice melting away into something softer, more relaxed. you found yourself talking more easily with wonwoo than you’d expected, sharing stories about the highs and lows of being in the industry, the constant push and pull of public perception versus personal expression.

wonwoo sat on the low brick wall beside you, his own drink held loosely in his hand. he seemed more at ease now, his usual calm demeanor even softer under the dim glow of the rooftop lights. you caught him watching you again, but this time it didn’t feel strange or unsettling. maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just the natural comfort that had developed between you two over the last hour, but it felt… nice. he took a sip from his glass, then glanced down at his feet, a small, sheepish smile forming on his lips. “you know, i still feel bad about earlier today… with the coffee,” he started, his voice a bit hesitant.

you chuckled, remembering the moment with a bit more fondness now that it was a few hours behind you. “yeah, that wasn’t exactly the best first impression,” you teased, bumping his arm lightly.

he laughed softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that endearing way you were starting to find really charming. “no, it definitely wasn’t,” he admitted. he paused for a moment, taking another sip of his drink, and you could see him gathering his thoughts. “it was even worse because… well, i was kind of embarrassed. i’ve, uh… actually been a bit of a fan of yours for a while now.”

you blinked, caught completely off guard. “what?” you asked, genuinely surprised. “you’re kidding.”

he shook his head, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color—whether from the drinks or embarrassment, you couldn’t quite tell. “no, i’m serious. i’ve always thought you were really talented. your vocals, your stage presence… it’s kind of intimidating, actually,” he said, his gaze lifting to meet yours, a sincere vulnerability in his eyes.

you stared at him, processing his words. you’d expected a lot of things tonight, but this wasn’t one of them. wonwoo, one of the most composed idols you’d ever met, admitting he was a fan of yours? it didn’t quite compute. “you’re joking,” you said again, but there was a small, disbelieving smile tugging at your lips.

he shook his head, more firmly this time. “no, i mean it. i remember seeing one of your solo stages a while back, and i was really impressed. you have this… presence that’s hard to look away from.”

you could feel your face heating up, a mix of flattery and embarrassment swirling in your chest. “i… wow, i don’t know what to say,” you stammered, your usual confidence wavering under his earnest gaze. “i had no idea.”

wonwoo chuckled, his smile growing wider. “well, i didn’t expect to be spilling coffee all over someone i really admire on the first day of filming,” he joked, but there was a sincerity beneath his words that made your heart flutter. “i thought i’d fucked up any chance of us getting along.”

a small laugh escaped your lips, and you looked down at your drink, feeling a strange warmth spread through you—not just from the alcohol. “to be honest, i thought you were just being distant because you didn’t want to be here, b

eing late and everything,” you admitted. “i had no idea you were a fan.” he looked genuinely surprised. “really? i guess i just… didn’t want to come off too strong. you know how it is… you’re really fucking cool, and i didn’t want to mess things up by being awkward.”

the late-night sky stretched vast and deep above, a canvas of inky blue dotted with a smattering of stars that peeked through the haze of the city lights. the stars were faint but persistent, twinkling like distant diamonds, each one a tiny beacon of light fighting to be seen against the glow of seoul. the moon hung low, a soft, crescent sliver casting a gentle, silver-blue hue across the rooftop.

you chuckled at his candid admission and playfully nudged his shoulder with yours. “don’t worry about it, seriously.”

a small grin tugged at the corner of his lips, and he let out a breathy laugh. “thanks,” he said, his tone still carrying a hint of self-mockery. you could tell he was still a bit embarrassed about it all, but there was something incredibly endearing in the way he’d just laid it out there, honest and unfiltered.

wonwoo’s eyes locked onto yours, a flicker of surprise in his gaze before it softened, warmth pooling in those deep brown eyes. for a moment, neither of you spoke. the sounds of the city below seemed to fade, replaced by the quiet hum of the rooftop and the cool night breeze rustling your hair. his eyes stayed on yours, and you couldn’t help but feel a current of something passing between you—a silent understanding, a spark of something that hadn’t been there before.

you felt your heart rate pick up just a bit as the silence stretched on, neither of you looking away. his gaze was intense but gentle, as if he were trying to figure out what was on your mind—or maybe trying to figure out what was on his. there was a subtle shift in the air, a tension that felt almost like anticipation.

your lips curved into a small smile, the kind that spoke of mischief and curiosity. his eyes flicked to your lips for the briefest moment before he quickly looked away, clearing his throat.

“maybe… maybe we should head inside,” he suggested, his voice a bit quieter now. “it’s getting kind of cold up here.”

you smiled a little wider, amused by his sudden change of tone. “sure,” you replied, still feeling that lingering heat from the unspoken moment. “lead the way.”

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wonwoo led you through the entryway of his apartment into a spacious living area, where plush couches and a neatly organized coffee table awaited. the view from the large windows showed the city lights twinkling below, a backdrop to the intimate setting.

you set your drink down on the kitchen counter, which was clean and impeccably arranged. wonwoo, ever the gentleman, took your coat with a polite smile. “let me hang this up for you,” he said, carefully draping it over a coat rack by the door. the small, thoughtful gesture made you feel even more comfortable.

you slipped out of your shoes, feeling the soft, warm floor beneath your feet and you felt yourself relaxing into the space.

“hey, now that we’re here,” you said, a smile playing on your lips, “why don’t we use this chance to perfect that one part of the choreo? it might be easier with a bit more space.”

wonwoo raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, “uh, yeah sure.” he moved to clear a space in the middle of the room, adjusting the furniture slightly to create a makeshift practice area.

you nodded, stepping into the open area and stretching slightly to loosen up. “great, let’s see if we can get it just right this time,” you said, your tone light and encouraging.

the living room was filled with the soft hum of the music, its rhythm guiding your movements as you and wonwoo practiced the choreography. the space felt intimate, the distance between you shrinking with each step. as you moved together, the routine’s intricacies brought you closer, the mirrored movements drawing you into each other’s personal space.

you executed the first sequence with practiced ease, your bodies moving in sync, the fluidity of your dance a testament to the hours of practice. wonwoo’s hand brushed against yours as you spun, the contact electric. his gaze was locked on you, his eyes intense, and you could feel the heat between you building with each beat of the music.

the routine’s next section required even closer contact. you found yourselves in a tight embrace, your bodies pressed together as you executed a series of intertwined steps. wonwoo’s hand rested firmly on your lower back, his touch sending a shiver up your spine.

your faces were inches apart, and as you leaned in for a particularly close turn, you could feel his breath mingling with yours. the space between you seemed charged, every movement amplified by the undeniable tension. his eyes flicked down to your lips, and for a heartbeat, the music faded into the background.

you both stood there, the world around you feeling distant and irrelevant as you locked eyes. there was a moment of hesitation, an unspoken question hanging in the air. the rhythm of your breaths seemed to sync, a silent understanding passing between you.

wonwoo’s gaze remained fixed on yours, his expression a mixture of desire and uncertainty. his hand was warm on your back, and you could see him struggling to find the right words. finally, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “can i?”

the simple question carried a weight of vulnerability, and it made your heart flutter. you nodded, the corners of your mouth lifting in a soft, encouraging smile. “please.” wonwoo closed the distance between you with a sudden, fervent urgency. his lips crashed into yours, the kiss immediate and consuming .your bodies pressed together, the heat of his touch making you melt into his arms as one hand held your waist and his other held your cheek. his lips moved against yours with an eager intensity, his tongue gently probing as he explored, every motion. his hands roamed to your back, pulling you closer, making the kiss feel even more intimate.

wonwoo, driven by a mix of passion and playfulness, started to guide you toward the couch. his lips never left yours, even as he maneuvered you both across the room. you stumbled slightly, laughing breathlessly into the kiss.

he pulled away just long enough to flash you a mischievous grin. “so, this is what you meant by chemistry huh?”

you chuckled, trying to catch your breath. “oh, you caught that, did you? i guess i should have specified.”

wonwoo’s smile widened as he lowered himself back to kiss you again, the passion in his touch as intense as ever. “you’re making it very hard to focus on anything but you right now.”

the kiss resumed, deeper and more fervent. wonwoo’s body pressed down onto yours as he maneuvered himself onto the couch, his weight resting comfortably against you. the cushions beneath were soft, creating a space where the world outside seemed to vanish. his hands were warm on your hips, his touch both reassuring and electrifying.

as you lay there, feeling the intensity of his presence, you couldn’t help but respond to the closeness. your movements became more instinctive, and without fully realizing it, you started to grind gently against him.

wonwoo’s breath hitched, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. his hands tightened on your hips, guiding and encouraging you subtly.

“fuck,” he breathed, the curse escaping his lips in a raw, husky whisper. his eyes were dark with desire as he looked at you, a mixture of awe and longing reflected in his gaze.

he began to kiss down your neck, his lips moving with a tender, burning intensity. each kiss was soft but deliberate, trailing from your jawline to the base of your throat. the touch of his lips against your skin sent shivers down your spine, the sensation both electrifying and soothing.

as he continued his exploration, his voice was a low, reverent murmur against your skin. “you’re so pretty,” he said, the words almost reverent. “so, so pretty.”

the tenderness in his voice made your heart race even faster, the combination of his words and touch creating a heady mix of pleasure and emotion. the kisses down your neck were gentle but passionate, each one conveying a deep appreciation and desire that matched the heat of the moment. as he continued to explore, his fingers began to rest on the hem of your shirt. he fidgeted with it, his movements tentative and full of longing.

his eyes met yours, filled with a question that needed no words. the intensity in his gaze was both gentle and pleading, as if he was silently asking for permission to take things further.

you felt your heart race, the heat of the moment making everything seem more vivid. with a small, reassuring nod, you gave him the consent he was looking for. wonwoo’s eyes softened with relief and appreciation. a tender smile curved his lips as he slowly lifted the hem of your shirt, his movements careful and respectful. he took his time, savoring the moment as he gently guided the fabric upwards, his touch light and deliberate.

you propped yourself up on your elbows, a mix of anticipation and excitement in the air as you started to slip off your shirt. the fabric slid over your shoulders, revealing more of your skin to wonwoo’s eager gaze.

wonwoo watched with a blend of admiration and tenderness as you removed your shirt. his fingers lightly grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. as you finished, he gently unclasped your bra with practiced ease, his movements careful and deliberate.

with a soft gasp, you felt the cool air against your exposed skin. wonwoo’s lips immediately moved to your chest, his kisses tender and filled with adoration. his lips brushed over your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts, each touch gentle but fervent.

between kisses, his voice was a soothing murmur, filled with sweet nothings that made your heart flutter. “god,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “you’ve got the prettiest tits i’ve ever seen, jesus fucking christ.”

the way he spoke, so unrestrained and dirty, made you squeeze your thighs together as he closed his mouth around the bud of your breast as you let out a whine. your gaze was locked on him, taking in the intensity of his focus as he lavished attention on your skin. the sight of him so absorbed in his affection made your heart race, and you found yourself unable to resist the urge to touch him in return. you reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, gently pulling him closer, wonwoo's reaction was immediate and telling. his breath hitched, and he let out a low, appreciative groan. his eyes closed for a moment as he relished the sensation, a subtle shiver running through him. he seemed to lean into your touch, reaching up to kiss you properly and fervently as you tugged gently on his hair.

as you kissed, his hands began to wander, moving south on your body. his fingers gently traced the waistband of your sweatpants. for a brief moment, he pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours. there was a question in his gaze, an unspoken request for approval.

you met his gaze, feeling the heat of the moment and the connection between you. with a small, encouraging nod, you gave him the consent he was seeking once again. slowly, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of your sweatpants and began to lower them. his movements were deliberate and tender, ensuring you were comfortable as he continued to respect the intimacy of the moment. the sweatpants slid down, and he looked up at you once more, the anticipation in his eyes mingling with a deep affection.

with a deep, appreciative breath, he began to remove his shirt. he pulled it over his head, revealing his toned physique beneath. the soft fabric fell away, and he tossed the shirt aside, his bare skin illuminated by the gentle lighting of the room. the sight of him, exposed and close, intensified the intimate atmosphere. wonwoo’s eyes never left yours as he finished taking off shirt, his expression filled with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability. his hands rested lightly on your waist, his touch warm and reassuring.

he leaned in again, his breath warm against your skin. “are you okay?” he asked, his voice a low, gentle murmur filled with concern. the connection between you deepened as he awaited your response, his hands remaining tender and attentive. wonwoo leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours as he looked into your eyes. “what do you want?” he asked softly, his voice a low murmur filled with genuine curiosity and affection. “tell me what you need.”

his hands continued their gentle ascent, his touch both reassuring and exhilarating. he awaited your response with a patient, attentive expression, making sure that every move was guided by your desires and comfort.

you felt the intensity of wonwoo's touch as his hands climbed higher on your thighs. meeting his gaze, you bit your lip, your voice husky with desire. "touch me" you said, your eyes locked on his, filled with longing.

wonwoo obliges and starts tracing circles over your soaked underwear, your back arches and he presses kisses on your neck and behind your ear, “that’s it babygirl.” he pulls back to slip off your panties and you kick them to the side. you whine as he backs away for a moment and sits up, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before whispering in your ear, “sit on my face.”

your breath hitches, “you want me to sit on… your face?” you trail off and before you know it he’s positioned himself under you. you sit up on your knees and crawl until your core is above his face. your chest heaves up and down as he caresses your thighs and his hands move up to grab your ass and pull you in.

you let out a soft moan as his tongue flicks at your clit. there’s something so intimate about this position, his mouth so close to your most sensitive spot, he's practically begging for you to grind against him. and you do.

your hands move to the back of the couch, gripping it as you rock your hips back and forth. you can feel the tension building in your legs as you ride out the waves of pleasure he sends through you.

his hands come up and grip your hips, guiding them to move faster. he scrapes his teeth gently against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, sending shivers racing through you. you can feel your orgasm building, and it's just on the edge of your reach.

you lean forward, resting your hands on wonwoo's broad shoulders and let out a breathy plea for more, "don't stop. please, don't stop." he responds immediately, his tongue working more insistently, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of release.

wonwoo's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in tighter, his fingers massaging your sensitive spots. you feel your climax coming - it's getting stronger with every passing second and all your muscles begin to tighten up, from the tips of your toes to your fingertips. and with one last flick of wonwoo's tongue, you’re thrown off the edge of the cliff and into the whirlwind of pleasure that you've been craving all this time. your entire body shudders and trembles as you let out a soft, loud groan. wonwoo keeps going for a few more seconds, savoring the taste of you before pulling back. you fall to the other side of the couch and he immediately resumes his position on top of you with open mouthed kisses that leave you tasting yourself on his lips.

“you taste so fucking good,” he mutters between kisses. you feel him, hard as anyone can be, against your thigh and your hand palms his erection under his sweats and over his boxers.

he groans and his head moves back from kissing you, you grab his hair with your other hand as he says, “you want this, don't you? want me all over you? inside you?” you practically moan in response and nod as he kicks his sweatpants off - revealing an awfully large and intimidating bulge through his underwear. you run your hand over the stretched fabric, grabbing onto him and looking him in the eyes.

he helps you remove his boxers and his thick, hard cock springs free. you wrap your hand around it, and he groans at the contact. you can’t help but feel nerves at the thought of him inside of you, how he’d stretch you so wide.

you start to stroke him gently, feeling his heat and hardness against your palm. he shifts his hips, encouraging you to move faster, but you keep the pace slow and steady, wanting to tease him a little.

“wanna feel you wonwoo…” you say shyly, holding the base of his length. that’s all it takes for him to prop you against a pillow at the base of the couch and position himself between your spread legs.

you wrap your arms around his shoulders - one playing with his hair. he slides the tip of his cock up and down your folds and you whine, head falling back. you protest, “i want you now wonwoo please-”

he sighs and positions himself at the base of your hole, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, “you’ve been so patient - so fucking good, wanna make you feel so good.” your breathe catches in your throat as he enters you, the sensation was sharp and intense, a stinging heat that seemed to pierce through the surface of your skin. it was almost uncomfortable, like a sudden, unexpected jolt that made you flinch. but as the seconds passed, something shifted. the sting began to melt away, replaced by a warm, soothing sensation that spread slowly and evenly. he bottoms out and you blink, eyes watering. he kisses away the tears as he tells you how good you’re doing for him and you nod - ready for him to move.

as wonwoo moves slowly at first, savoring every sensation, he can feel your tightness enveloping him and curses to himself, “not gonna last long if you tighten up like that sweetheart - fuck.” you apologetically attempt to loosen up as he fucks you at a slow pace.

“you feel s’good - fuck. so warm and tight around me.” he says before catching your mouth in a strong kiss. his pace quickens, and your head is crashing back and forth into the pillow behind you as your whole body moves with his. you sigh and whine at every thrust - until he hits a spot inside of you that makes your grip on his hair tighten and you moan into his mouth. he groans as his thrusts become more intense and urgent as you tell him to keep going, just like that between kisses.

wonwoo pulls back from the kiss to face you, moving a hand to your throat and lightly applying pressure as he holds your face up to face him. the breathlessness of his touch - light but leading, makes you feel a familiar pit in your stomach as your orgasm builds. the room is filled with the lewd noises of skin slapping together and your cries. “taking me so fucking well - fuck angel…your pussy feels so good i need you to come around me,” wonwoo says next to your ear before biting at your neck.

it doesn’t take much longer before you feel your orgasm come to a peak and you chant his name like a prayer, tightening around him and making him moan into your mouth as he chases you for a kiss.

you practically sob as he continues slamming into you as you’re sensitive and growing tired. he reassures you, “i know baby, i know, you can take me, i'm almost there.”

then he made the mistake of looking down, staring directly into your eyes, which were rolled back in pleasure, brows furrowed in a fucked out state.

"shit, baby, i'm gonna cum. you gotta- fuck.” he pulls out and you sit up, opening your mouth wide as he leaks fluid onto your tongue - stroking himself dry until he comes down from his peak. you close your mouth and swallow, chest heaving up and down as the two of you sit up side by side on the couch.

as the intensity of the moment fades, a sense of calm and closeness envelops you both. wonwoo gently wraps his arms around you, his touch reassuring and warm. his breathing slows to a steady rhythm, matching yours as you both settle into the comfort of each other's presence.

he leans in, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, whispering gentle affirmations. he leans in, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, whispering gentle affirmations. “you did so good for me, angel,” he says, wiping the remainder of tears from your eyes and tucking your messy hair behind your ears. his voice is soothing, a balm to the intensity of the moment.

wonwoo stands up and moves to grab a soft, damp rag from the bathroom. he returns with it and gently begins to wipe your face, his touch tender and attentive. after making sure you’re comfortably clean, he heads to his closet and pulls out an oversized t-shirt of his. with a warm smile, he offers it to you, helping you slip it on. after you slip into wonwoo's oversized t-shirt, there’s a brief, almost awkward silence between you two. the room feels quieter now, the intimacy of the moment giving way to a more relaxed, tranquil atmosphere. both of you settle into the calm, the residual energy of the experience lingering but softened.

wonwoo breaks the silence with a lighthearted chuckle. “well,” he says, a playful grin spreading across his face, “i guess i’ve officially succeeded as your biggest fanboy now.” his tone is teasing, and the warmth in his eyes adds a touch of humor to the situation.

you can’t help but laugh, the sound a mix of amusement and relief. you playfully nudge him with your elbow, a grin spreading across your face, “was that your plan all along genius? go on ‘unlikely duo’ just to get in my pants?” you joke.

wonwoo raises an eyebrow, pretending to consider your question with a mock-serious expression. “ah, you’ve caught me. my master plan was to become the ultimate fanboy and score a spot on ‘unlikely duo’ just to, well, get to know you better.” he chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “guess it worked out pretty well, didn’t it?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “smooth talker, aren’t you? i’m starting to think you had this all figured out from the start.”

he feigns being hurt and holds a hand to his chest, “how do i know all that chemistry talk you had going wasn’t just a ploy to get me to fuck you?”

you laugh, shaking your head as you reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from wonwoo’s face. “in your dreams, wonwoo,” you tease, your voice light and playful. the two of you settle into a comfortable silence. wonwoo’s arms remain wrapped around you, his presence a reassuring and calming force. the room is softly lit, casting a warm glow over the space, enhancing the sense of intimacy and peace. you both find a comfortable position, wonwoo pulling you close against him. his breathing becomes steady, matching your own as you both begin to drift towards sleep.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

the stage is set, the lights are blazing, and the audience’s energy is electric. wonwoo and you take the stage, ready to perform your trouble maker cover. from the moment the music starts, it’s clear that both of you are completely in sync. your movements are sharp and fluid, your chemistry undeniable. the choreography is flawless, and the performance exudes confidence and passion, captivating the audience from start to finish.

as the final notes of the song fade away, the crowd erupts into applause. the interviewer steps forward, a broad smile on her face as they approach you both - who are catching your breathes. “that was an incredible performance!” she exclaim. “you two have such amazing chemistry on stage. how do you manage to make it look so effortless?”

you exchange a knowing glance with wonwoo, a playful smirk on both of your faces. wonwoo takes the lead in answering, his tone warm and genuine. “well, it helps that we get along so well off stage,” he says, glancing at you with a hint of a smile. “we’ve spent a lot of time together, in and out of rehearsals, and that really translates into our performance.”

you nod in agreement, adding, “exactly. we’ve built a great rapport and understanding of each other’s style, which makes everything flow naturally. plus, we genuinely enjoy performing together, and that energy definitely comes through when we’re on stage.”

the interviewer looks impressed, nodding thoughtfully. “it definitely shows. you two make a fantastic duo, both in terms of performance and chemistry. thanks for sharing that with us!”

you nod and smile, “definitely. we’ve spent a lot of time working on our performance and really understanding each other’s styles. it makes performing together feel effortless and the energy just naturally translates.”

the interviewer grins, clearly pleased with your response. “it really does come through. you both have a fantastic dynamic, and it’s clear you’re having a great time. thanks for giving us a glimpse into how you make it all work!”

๋࣭⭑

you’re lounging comfortably in wonwoo’s apartment, nestled on the couch as you scroll through the flood of comments about your recent performance. wonwoo, sitting beside you, gently kisses your neck, his touch warm and soothing. you chuckle softly, reading through the various reactions. “wow, there’s a lot of sweet comments here,” you say, your eyes scanning the screen. then, you come across a comment that makes you pause. you read out loud, “they’re definitely fucking.”

you laugh, turning your head slightly to meet wonwoo’s amused gaze. “well shit, they got us there.” you say with a smirk, showing him the comment. he chuckles, pressing a teasing kiss to your shoulder. “looks like we were too obvious,” he says, his tone playful.

without missing a beat, wonwoo gently cups your face in his hands and presses his lips against yours. you melt into the kiss, feeling a surge of connection and contentment as you both lose yourselves in the moment.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

[yvesette]

ִ ࣪ ⋆ ♡ ゜・🐇 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 @yvesette’s

── 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐍𝐂𝐓

𓈒 ۫ ɴᴇᴏ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴᴏʟᴏɢʏ 𓈒

“loving you feels like i’m dreaming”

✦····· MARK

► sex w/ MARK LEE in the studio ﹒✶﹒[ SMUT ] ───

after practice, you check in on your boyfriend’s recording session only to grow needier at the sight of him.

𝐒𝐕𝐓

𓈒 ۫ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ 𓈒

“my heart races only when i’m in front of you”

✦····· SEUNGCHEOL

► we got married!﹒✶﹒[ SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST ] ───

you and choi seungcheol are paired together on a reality tv show where you pretend to be married for 2 weeks, but feelings complicate things.

𝐆𝐆𝐬

𓈒 ۫ ɢɪʀʟ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘꜱ 𓈒

“i’ll love you, ‘til kingdom come”

✦····· RYUJIN

► ryujin as your possessive gf﹒✶﹒[ SMUT ] ───

your girlfriend gets awfully possessive after you receive a lot of attention during a night out.

[yvesette]

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[yvesette]

WE GOT MARRIED!

ִ ࣪𖤐 ۪ ݁ 𓈒 ── choi seungcheol

SUMMARY: ── the premise of the popular reality show, "we got married," was simple: you and another celebrity would pretend to be married for two weeks, navigating various romantic and domestic challenges together. when your partner turns out to be choi seungcheol however, feelings complicate your perception of reality.

PAIRING: [choi seungcheol (s.coups) x f!reader] GENRE: [eventual smut, domestic fluff, angst, idol!au, fake dating, one bed, all the good shit]

CW: afab!reader, nicknames (angel, babygirl, baby, good girl), arguing (it’s sorted out), soft!dom ?? + pussydrunk cheol, big!dick cheol, fingering, penetration, safe sex (ofc), possessive!cheol, hair pulling, light choking

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── pre-show interview:

interviewer: "thank you for joining us today! can you tell us a little about yourself and what initially made you hesitant to join 'we got married'?"

you fiddle with your hands and compose yourself into a smile.

“of course. i’m y/n, and to be honest, when i was first approached about the show, i had a lot of reservations. being an idol, my life is already under constant scrutiny, and the idea of faking a marriage on national television was daunting. i was worried about how my fans would react and whether I'd be able to genuinely connect with my on-screen partner."

interviewer: "what eventually convinced you to participate?"

you think, “it was a mix of curiosity and encouragement from my friends and management. they believed it would be a good opportunity for me to show a different side of myself, one that isn't always visible on stage. plus, the idea of experiencing something as unique as a reality show marriage was too intriguing to pass up."

interviewer: "do you know who your partner will be yet?

you smile nervously, “no, i don't. it’s a complete surprise for me. all i know is that it's someone from a well-known group. i’m really curious to find out who it is!"

interviewer: "that must be exciting! can you share what your ideal type is for the camera?”

you grin thoughtfully, “my ideal type is someone who is kind-hearted and takes care of the people around them. they should have a strong sense of responsibility but also listen and understand. a good sense of humor is a must — oh and physically, i guess i find myself drawn to someone with a warm smile and expressive eyes. someone who can be both charismatic on stage and down-to-earth in everyday life."

interviewer: "finally, do you have any worries or concerns going into the show?"

you: "i’m a bit worried about how awkward it might be at first. there’s always that initial nervousness when meeting someone new, and this situation is quite intense. i hope we can get past that quickly and have a good time together.”

—

day 1:

you stood in front of the door to a luxurious townhome, hands fidgeting nervously at your sides. this would be your new home for the next two weeks. the camera crew gave you a nod, signaling it was time to head inside. taking a deep breath, you open the door and step into the living room, where a warm, cozy ambiance greets you. as you set your bag down, you hear the sound of the front door opening again. you turn, breath caught in your throat, and a man, looking slightly familiar to you, enters the room.

he was wearing a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, paired with dark jeans that accentuated his tall, athletic frame. his broad shoulders and well-defined chest were subtly outlined by the fabric of his shirt, hinting at the strength beneath. the open collar revealed a glimpse of his collarbones, which added an effortlessly sexy touch to his appearance and you thanked god you’d been paired with someone this attractive, as selfish as it sounded. his face was a perfect blend of boyish charm and mature masculinity and his dark hair was styled in a slightly tousled manner.

the man in front of you carried a polite smile. for a moment, you both stood there, slightly taken aback by the reality of the situation.then, as if on cue, you both bowed to each other in polite, awkward unison. "hello!" you said at the same time, voices overlapping. realizing what happened, you both laughed nervously and bowed again, this time with even more formality.

“hi, i’m y/n," you said, smiling despite your nerves.

“i’m seungcheol. it’s nice to meet you,” he said, returning your smile.

there was a brief pause as you both sized each other up, trying to gauge the other's reaction. something about him seemed familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.

your heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned on you and you remembered his face from music and award shows. you were almost certain the man in front of you was a member of seventeen and your mind was almost more eased you were paired with another idol.

as you shook his hand, your mind raced with a million thoughts. should you mention that you know who he is? would it be weird? awkward?

before you could decide, seungcheol spoke again, his voice cheerful and inviting, “i know this is a bit of an odd situation, but let's make these two weeks memorable, okay?”

you nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his face and your cheeks flushed slightly.

the first task was to explore the house together, finding little notes and hints left by the producers about upcoming challenges and activities. as you moved from room to room, seungcheol’s playful nature shined through. he made jokes about the odd decorations and even tried on an oversized apron in the kitchen, to which he realized how easily he could make you laugh.

in the living room, you found a note instructing you to cook your first meal together. seungcheol looked at you with genuine curiosity in his eyes. "do you cook often?"

you shook your head, “i try, but i’m not the best. how about you?”

he shrugged, “i can manage, could you hand me those eggs?”

working side by side in the kitchen, you both stumbled through the recipe, exchanging glances and giggles as you tried to make sense of the instructions. seungcheol’s presence was comforting; his easygoing demeanor made it feel less like a staged activity and you had to remind yourself of your situation every once in a while.

“careful!" you warned as he nearly knocked over a bowl of flour.

“oops," he laughed, catching it just in time. "oh my god, thanks for warning me.”

when the meal was finally ready, you both sat down at the coffee table, a sense of accomplishment and camaraderie settling in.

“you know," he says, his voice low and conspiratorial, "i have to admit, i was a bit of a fan of yours before this."

you almost spit out your food and your eyes widen in surprise, “you were?”

he nodded, a shy smirk playing on his lips. "yeah, i may or may not have listened to…a few, songs.”

you couldn't help but laugh, feeling a rush of disbelief, “well," you said, unable to hide the smile on your face, "i guess we both have some fangirling/fanboying to do then.”

seungcheol chuckled before taking a sip of his drink, “looks like we're off to a good start then."

later that evening, as you both settled on the couch to go over the day's events, you found yourself stealing glances at seungcheol when he wasn't looking. the cameras captured every moment, but by now, they had become background noise. seungcheol’s arm rested casually on the back of the couch, his presence reassuring.

"so what did you think of our first day together?" seungcheol asked, turning to you with a gentle smile.

you smiled back, feeling more at ease now. "honestly , it was fun. a bit overwhelming at first, but i think we handled it pretty well."

he nodded, his expression thoughtful. "yeah , i think so too. it’s all about getting comfortable with each other, right?"

you laughed softly, nodding in agreement. "exactly."

as the night continued, the two of you talked about your experiences in the industry, sharing stories and laughing over funny moments. the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common. it was easy to forget the cameras were even there.

—

day 5:

it had been a few days of filming and your arranged marriage with the charming seungcheol was off to an...interesting start. between the awkward getting-to-know-you interviews and staged "newlywed" activities for the cameras, you were still trying to find your footing in this bizarre situation.

one minute, you and seungcheol were bickering like an old married couple over whose turn it was to do the dishes, (it would always end with him insisting he did the chore.) the next, you'd catch him shooting you an ambiguous look from under those ridiculously long lashes, causing a fluttery feeling to erupt in your stomach. it was a constant back-and-forth of feeling flustered yet intrigued by your new husband.

today, the production crew had you and seungcheol participate in a silly pillow fight "challenge" meant to showcase your playful newlywed dynamic. what started off as an innocent, goofy bout of whacking each other with the plush objects quickly devolved into an all-out war.

giggling breathlessly, you launched another fluffy projectile at seungcheol’s head, who had now affectionately insisted you call him cheol.

he taunted with a roguish grin, deflecting your pillow attack.

you both scrambled for ammunition, whacking each other relentlessly. you shrieked as a particularly fierce blow sent you tumbling backwards onto the bed.

in a flash, seungcheol pounced - pinning your wrists above your head as he straddled your waist. his sculpted body pressed against yours, stealing your breath away.

"i win," he murmured huskily, drinking in your flushed, disheveled state. a few dark strands of hair had fallen over his forehead, making him look ridiculously pretty and you both froze as the heated tension reached a tipping point, chests heaving from the exertion of your pillow fight.

then, all at once, realization seemed to wash over both of you. this had crossed a line, strayed too far from the realm of pretend into something that felt a little too real for your comfort. seungcheol quickly released your wrists and rolled off you, running a flustered hand through his tousled hair as the cameras cut and the producers applaud your chemistry ‘played up’ for the show.

“i…sorry, i got a bit carried away there," he muttered gruffly, unable to meet your eyes.

you pushed yourself into a sitting position, clutching a pillow protectively to your chest. “no, it's...yeah, me too," you mumbled, cheeks burning.

as seungcheol swiftly excused himself, you couldn't shake the feeling that something deeper and more complicated had been irrevocably awakened on your end, you watched your fake husband’s broad back retreating towards the door, then he paused and glanced over his shoulder at you.

despite the flustered awkwardness of moments before, his gaze openly raked over your disheveled form in a way that made heat lick through your veins. you clutched the pillow tighter, suddenly feeling very exposed under his molten perusal.

as quickly as the blazing look had appeared, it faded to a neutral expression once more as he gave you a brisk nod. "i’ll...see you later," he murmured in a rough rasp before ducking out of the room, leaving you flushed and wondering what the hell had just happened.

—

day 9:

the sweltering summer heat had prompted the producers to film a scene with you and seungcheol enjoying some relaxation at the rooftop pool.

you tried not to stare too openly as seungcheol stripped off his shirt, revealing a toned, sculpted torso that made your mouth go dry. rivulets of glistening water trailed tantalizing paths down those firm abs as he sank into the cool pool with a contented sigh.

“you coming in or what, y/n?" he flashed you a lopsided grin, sending your pulse into an erratic stutter.

shaking yourself free of your momentary thirst, you made a big show of daintily dipping a toe in to test the temperature, “oh my god it’s freezing.” you step out of the water onto the poolside and shiver from the contact.

cheol arches an incredulous brow at your overly dramatic reaction. then without warning, he kicked up an arched wave that splashed you squarely in the face.

you sputtered in outraged shock as he cackled at your drenched, bedraggled state. you cursed at him and then tilted your head, “oh you’re gonna get it now…”

retaliating, you cannonballed directly towards him, prompting a yelp as he tried dodging the cascading wall of water.

what started as an innocent pool dip quickly devolved into an all-out splash fight, filled with laughter and shrieks, water spraying everywhere. at one point, seungcheol grabbed you around the waist from behind, holding you flush against his chest as you squealed and squirmed playfully...

as the sun dipped low on the horizon, it set the sky ablaze with vibrant shades of orange and red bled across the heavens, intermingling with streaks of brilliant pink and lavender. the surface of the rooftop pool shimmered like liquid amber, endlessly rippling and refracting the spectacular colors above.

as the playful battle subsided, you found yourselves standing chest-deep, catching your breath. seungcheol, hair plastered to his forehead, offered you a sheepish grin. his hand, reaching out to brush a stray strand from your eye, hesitated in mid-air.

the air crackled with a sudden tension, a shift from playful banter to something more intense. you held his gaze, unsure of where this unexpected touch might lead. the playful facade, for a moment, seemed to falter, revealing a vulnerability that sent a shiver down your spine.

as the camera crew wrapped their filming of the segment momentarily, cheol leaned against the pool deck, catching his breath, while you treaded water, a satisfied smile playing on your lips.

“you know," seungcheol said, his voice slightly breathless, "for someone who almost drowned me with pool water ten minutes ago - you’re pretty fun to do this whole fake marriage this with.”

his compliment caught you off guard, a blush creeping up your cheeks. you looked away, fiddling with the straps of your swimsuit and snorted, “you would have survived, trust.”

you bit your lip, “but you’re not…awful, to do this with. i’m glad it was you.”

his biceps flexed as he pushed himself off the wall, the water cascading down his toned arms. he smiled and ran a hand through his hair, which was now drying in messy waves.

you had to admit to yourself, in another situation, he was pretty close to your type. your mind took a sharp turn and a thrilling image of cheol, those big arms holding you close, pinning you down. he could easily manhandle you, and the thought sent a forbidden thrill through you.

taking a deep breath, you forced your gaze away from him, the delicious heat replaced by a cold wave of reality.

—

that evening, the producers insisted that as a "newly married couple," you and seungcheol needed to share the bedroom set for an authentic experience. your heart pounded as the camera crew ushered you both into the dimly lit bedroom, pulling the covers back invitingly.

"alright you two, get nice and cozy for us!" the director called out teasingly. "we’ll get some candid footage of your first night spent in the same room together as husband and wife."

you shot seungcheol an awkward look, but he just gave you a reassuring smile as he slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you close. the cameras rolled as you climbed stiffly into bed together, maintaining a prim distance at first.

however, as soon as the crew lights winked off and you were left in intimate shadows, cheol’s touch grew bolder. his arm snaked more fully around you, hand skimming along your curves as he tugged you flush against his solid frame and he watched your face for approval.

"just go with it for the cameras," he murmured in your ear, making you shiver at the feel of his warm breath fanning your neck.

you gave a shaky nod, trying to ignore the rampant spiraling spawning low in your belly from his nearness. but as the man next to you nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, letting out a contented sigh, you felt yourself instinctively relaxing into his embrace.

before long, the camera crew was dismissing themselves, leaving you and seungcheol tangled together intimately. you started to pull away, murmuring about giving him some space, but his arms only tightened around you.

“stay," he rumbled in that deep velvety tone that made heat curl low in your belly. "please. just for tonight."

you couldn't help but overthink the situation as you lay cocooned in seungcheol’s strong arms later that night. his slow, even breathing tickled the nape of your neck as he slumbered peacefully behind you.

this whole scenario - cuddling intimately, sharing a bed, his persistent insistence that you stay - it was quickly becoming difficult for you to differentiate reality and the fake of your friendship, or whatever you could call it.

realistically, there was no way seungcheol actually had romantic feelings for you, right? you were just some virtual stranger he'd been assigned to act affectionate towards for the sake of entertainment.

no, you reasoned to yourself, cheol was simply an incredibly dedicated performer who happened to be devastatingly good-looking. he was merely playing the role of an infatuated newlywed husband exceptionally well. all those lingering looks, the electrifying touches, the way he'd pulled you insistently into his embrace - it was just him staying committed to the act. you were just a tolerable person for him to pretend to be married to for the cameras. that’s all this was. if you started projecting more meaning onto your partner’s actions, reading into lingering touches and heated glances, you'd only end up getting your hopes up and complicating things.

chewing your lip, you willed yourself not to dwell on the intimacy of your current position - pressed snugly back against his toned chest, legs tangled together, breaths mingling. it didn’t mean anything. he was just...really, really good at making this fake marriage feel real.

you lay there for a long while, keenly aware of every rise and fall of seungcheol’s chest against your back, the whisper of his warm breath fanning your nape. his arm was a solid, heated band around your waist, anchoring you to his slumbering form.

carefully, you began extracting yourself from his arms, trying not to rouse him. he made a soft grumbling sound of protest as you slipped out of bed, his arm reflexively tightening for a moment before falling away. you froze, watching him with bated breath, but he merely rolled onto his back with a gusty sigh, face relaxing back into peaceful slumber.

for a long moment, you simply stood there drinking in the sight of him - all tousled ebony hair, chiseled features, lips slightly parted as he slumbered. your heart gave a powerful thud, desperate longing temporarily overwhelming rationality.

then, you wrenched your gaze away, wrapping your arms around yourself as you crept towards the door on soft feet and went to your separate bedroom. this was for the best. putting some distance between you before things inevitably became more tangled and awkward.

—

day 12:

"you’re burning it!" seungcheol suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the pan on the stove where the sauce was starting to smoke.

by late afternoon, you were both working on preparing dinner in the kitchen. the producers had given you a complex recipe to follow, and the pressure was mounting. seungcheol was chopping vegetables while you tried to manage the stove, but things weren't going as planned.

you glanced over, feeling flustered. "i know, i know! i’m trying to fix it!"

"well, you need to do it faster! we can't serve burnt food," he retorted, his tone sharper than you expected.

you felt a surge of irritation. "why don't you come over here and do it then if you're so concerned?"

seungcheol put down the knife he was holding, his jaw tightening. "i’m just trying to help. there’s no need to get defensive."

you turn off the stove and face him, your frustration boiling over. "it feels like you're criticizing everything i’m doing. this is supposed to be fun but—“ you sigh.

seungcheol’s expression softened slightly, but he didn't back down. "i’m not trying to criticize you. i’m just stressed because i want this to turn out well. we’re both under a lot of pressure.”

his words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. you felt a warmth bloom in your cheeks, a prickling awareness that transcended the confines of the tiny kitchen. it wasn't just the heat from the stove anymore; it was the sudden, electrifying tension that crackled between you.

whatever this "show marriage" was quickly becoming, it was growing increasingly difficult to remember it wasn't real.

his gaze held yours, a storm brewing in his dark eyes. was it just the stress of the competition, or was there something more? maybe it was the way his thumb brushed against yours as he reached for a spatula, a touch that lingered a beat too long. maybe it was the way his voice seemed to drop an octave whenever he spoke directly to you.

the air grew thick, the playful banter of the morning replaced by a charged silence. you weren't talking simply about cooking anymore. this felt like something more, something simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.

suddenly, a loud clang from the living room shattered the spell. the cameraman had accidentally knocked over a vase, the sound breaking the intimate bubble you'd somehow created. seungcheol offered a grin of reconciliation, the tension momentarily broken.

as you both cleaned up the broken vase, a playful jab exchanged here and there, you couldn't shake the feeling that cheol’s feelings for you mirrored your own. maybe it was just wishful thinking, fueled by the close proximity and manufactured intimacy of the show. but a tiny, hopeful spark ignited within you. perhaps, just perhaps, this fake marriage could be a gateway into something else.

the air crackled with an unspoken apology after your argument in the kitchen. the rest of the day was filmed in a tense silence, punctuated only by the polite pleasantries expected for the cameras. seungcheol stole glances at you every now and then, his gaze laced with regret, but you studiously avoided his eyes.

dinner was a quiet affair, the weight of the fight hanging heavy between you. as the last crew member packed up their equipment and said their goodbyes, a heavy sigh escaped seungcheol’s lips. you remembered you only had two more days left with him before you parted ways and continued your daily, busy lives.

you lean against the doorframe of cheol’s assigned bedroom. he’s reading something foreign and doesn’t notice your presence at first. "hey," you started hesitantly, the artificiality of your fabricated married life suddenly feeling suffocating. he looked up, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you hadn't seen before.

"i shouldn't have snapped at you," he said, his voice rough. "this whole thing... the pressure, the cameras... it just — you know, gets to me sometimes.”

you understood. the world only saw the polished, perfect idols on stage, not the stress and anxieties that gnawed at them behind the scenes. partially this show felt like a risk of balance between speculation and approval. “i know," you admitted softly, surprised at the tremor in your voice. "it gets to me too."

silence settled again, but this time it wasn't tense. it was a comfortable quiet, an unspoken understanding blooming between you.

you took a seat on the mattress and asked him what he was reading.

“amour,” he says, flipping the book over to show you the cover.

“amour?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. "isn’t that french for love?"

cheol rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "yeah, it is. found it at the airport bookstore. it’s about a journalist who travels around france asking people about love."

a playful glint sparked in your eyes. "funny," you said, tracing the title with your finger, “didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

a wry smile tugged at the corner of seungcheol's lips. "maybe i’m just curious," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur that made you nervous. "especially after all this... 'pretend' marriage stuff." he paused, his gaze flickering from the book to your face. "maybe the line between pretending and feeling is a little more blurry than we thought."

he words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. the playful banter you'd used as a shield these past 2 weeks suddenly felt inadequate. you met his gaze, the air crackling with a new kind of tension.

"maybe it is," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

the glint in your eyes softened into something deeper, something that mirrored the sudden intensity in cheol’s gaze. he set his book down on the nightstand with a soft thud, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence that had descended upon the room.

he took a slow movement towards you across the bed, his eyes searching yours with a depth that made your breath catch. you could practically feel the unspoken question hanging in the air, a question your heart already knew the answer to. there was a palpable tension between you, an invisible thread pulling you closer.

without another word, seungcheol closed the remaining distance between you. his hand reached out to cup your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. his thumb brushed against your soft skin, a gentle caress that spoke volumes. it was as if he was trying to communicate everything he felt in that simple touch, the unspoken emotions and the growing connection between you.

his eyes flickered down to your lips before meeting your gaze again, asking for permission without uttering a single word. you gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, your heart pounding in your chest.

then, he leaned in. the kiss was hesitant at first, a soft exploration that tasted of unspoken longing and a newfound vulnerability. hips lips were warm and tender against yours, moving with a gentleness that made your heart ache and charged with the electricity of forbidden desire and the sweetness of a connection that transcended the cameras and the manufactured reality of your "marriage."

as the kiss deepened, seungcheol’s other hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer. you responded instinctively, your hands sliding up to rest on his broad shoulders. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. the kiss grew more passionate, an unspoken promise of the bond forming between you.

his fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. the heat of his body pressed against yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own. every touch, every movement was filled with a mix of tenderness and urgency, a dance of emotions that neither of you could deny any longer.

in one swift movement, seungcheol lifted you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around you securely. the sudden shift made you gasp, breaking the kiss momentarily. he took advantage of your parted lips, diving back in with a new intensity. his hand tangled in your hair, gripping it roughly as he deepened the kiss. the raw hunger in his actions satisfied a need you’d had since the moment you met him and ignited a new thirst in you for more than a kiss.

his lips left yours, trailing hot kisses down your jaw and neck. seungcheol’s breath was warm against your skin, each kiss sending shivers down your spine. "cheol-ie," you breathed out, your voice shaky with desire. "i’ve needed you so bad.”

he groaned against your neck, the sound vibrating through you and making your core tighten with need. "you have no idea how much I’ve wanted you babygirl,” he murmured, his voice rough with longing. the nickname makes you feel weak in his arms as they roam over your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.

you began to move against him, grinding your hips down on his lap. the friction elicited a deep, guttural moan from his chest, his grip on your hair tightening. his lips continued their path along your neck, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. each touch, each kiss, was driving you both closer to the edge.

your hands slid under his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours and see the body you’d thought about and fantasized about at the pool. his muscles tensed under your touch, and he let out another low groan. the sound sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, making you grind harder against him.

feeling the need for more, you reached for the hem of your top, and without hesitation, cheol’s hands followed suit, helping you remove the garment until it fell forgotten to the floor. his eyes drank in the sight before him, the intensity of his gaze sending a thrill through you. with a passion that matched your own, he leaned in to capture your lips in a feverish kiss, his movements urgent and commanding.

seungcheol’s hands moved to your breasts, his touch sending electric pulses of pleasure coursing through your body. his lips followed suit, trailing hot kisses down your neck and collarbone before finding their way to your exposed skin. the sensation of his warm mouth on your sensitive flesh made you gasp, a moan escaping your lips as you arched into his touch.

as he sucked and massaged your breasts with a hunger that bordered on desperation, you couldn't help but whine his name, the sound echoing in the room like a symphony of desire.

his only response was a deep, guttural groan, the sound vibrating through you.

cheol’s hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements and matching your rhythm. the sensation of his hardness pressing against you was intoxicating, heightening the desire coursing through your veins. “i need you," he whispered hoarsely against your neck, his breath hot and heavy.

you pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. the intensity you saw there took your breath away. "i need you too, cheol," you whispered back, your voice filled with the same raw need.

"show me," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative tone. "show me how much you want me."

you bit your lip and your mind was urging you to shed the last remnants of clothing separating you from seungcheol’s touch. with a sense of urgency, you sat up, for just a moment to rid yourself of your pajama shorts and panties. he gently helped you slip out of the remainder of your clothes until you were completely bare in front of him.

as you returned to straddle him, seungcheol’s eyes darkened with possessiveness, his slightly dumbfounded gaze raking over your exposed form with undisguised lust. you reached for his hand, guiding it to where you needed him most.

his fingers moved in circles with a skill and reverence that bordered on worship. as he teased and caressed you with one hand, his other grabbed the back of your neck to pull you into his orbit.

"cheol," you gasped, your voice filled with need as his touch sent waves of pleasure crashing over you. "pl-please, want you inside of me..”

his response was a low, guttural growl, the sound sending shivers down your spine. he pressed his fingers against your throbbing center, the sensation driving you crazy, and leaned against your ear, “i know angel, i know, need to prep you.”

he slipped two long fingers inside you, his movements slow and deliberate. you couldn't help but arch impossibly back into his touch, a high pitched moan escaping your lips as he filled you completely. his fingers curled inside you and slipped in and out, stretching you and sending waves of pleasure over you that you could feel building closer and closer to your climax.

cheol pulled your face closer to his by your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and whispered in his deep voice words of praise, “you’re so good for me.” his voice was rough in responsive to your obedience.

“such a good girl.”

the words sent a thrill through you, and your breathing that had gotten more quick by the second let all the air escape from your lungs as you completely gave in to the sensations in your body. you reached your peak screaming his name and collapsing onto the bed with your back. now on top of you, cheol guided you down from your high, and his movements became slower and more gentle until his fingers pulled out of you.

you felt his hand move to your lips, gently pressing against them. with a mix of hesitation and curiosity, you parted your lips, allowing cheol to guide his fingers inside your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“that’s it babygirl,” he said, a low groan escaping his lips. the sight of you, so willing and eager for his touch, only fueled the fire burning inside of him. he pulls his fingers from your mouth to press gentle kisses on your lips and your cheek - a sharp contrast from the intensity that had taken over him before.

as the passion of the moment continued to build, you couldn't help but notice the unmistakable hardness pressing against your thigh. seungcheol’s arousal was evident, his desire matching your own in its fervor. a surge of need washed over you, and you found yourself craving him in a way that was almost overwhelming.

desperation clawed at your insides, urging you to beg for him, to plead with him to take you in his arms and fuck you until you saw stars. but as you glanced into his eyes, you saw a flicker of uncertainty, a hint of fear lurking beneath the surface.

you reached for him, your fingers tracing the outline of his arousal through his pants. the intensity of his desire was palpable, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through you. you wanted him, needed him, in a way that bordered on obsession. but as you moved to undo his pants, you felt him hesitate, his hands shaking slightly. "i…i don’t know if i can," he whispered hoarsely, his voice filled with a sigh.

you whispered, your voice soft and filled with sincerity. "i want this, with you."

a flicker of relief flashed across his features, his shoulders relaxing slightly at your words. but the worry still lingered in his eyes, the fear of causing you pain evident in every line of his expression. he reached down to free his member from the confines of his sweatpants, discarding the clothing with a swift movement. as his length sprang free, you couldn't help but gasp at the sight before you. he was almost comically big, his arousal standing proudly against his abdomen, thick and pulsing with desire.

a mix of excitement and nervousness coursed through you as you watched him, desire pooling low in your belly. you couldn't help but wonder how he was going to fit inside of you, the thought sending a thrill of anticipation racing through you. seungcheol reached for his wallet on the nightstand, retrieving a condom with practiced ease and slipped it on.

cheol lifted your legs over his head, moving himself between them, a gasp escaped your lips at the sudden change in position. you felt him slowly enter you, his size stretching you in a way that was both exhilarating and slightly painful. the stretch stung, sending a jolt of sensation coursing through your body, but it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. he had to be the biggest you'd ever had, filling you completely and leaving you breathless with desire.

“‘s-so big,” was all you could breathe out with awe in your voice.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he murmured with both hands holding your legs over his shoulder so he could stretch you out as much as possible. bottoming out, he studied your face for signs of discomfort and deciding he could move. as seungcheol began to thrust gently at first, you felt his movements cautious and tender, as if he were testing the waters. each slow push and pull sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, his size stretching you in ways that ignited a fire deep within.

“feels so fucking good, your perfect pussy…” he groans into your neck.

you couldn't help but vocalize how good you felt as well, “don’t stop baby, please.”

something about that nickname makes his movements became more urgent, more desperate, as he surrendered himself to the pleasure of being inside you. with each thrust, you felt yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable crescendo. his thrusts became rougher, more dominant, as he took control of the rhythm. with a growl of desire, he reached for your throat, his grip firm but not constricting.

the sensation of his hand around your neck sent a shockwave of pleasure coursing through you, the combination of pleasure and pain driving you wild with desire. "who makes you feel this good?" he demanded, his voice rough with need.

you gasped at the sensation, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. "you," you screamed, your voice filled with rawness. "It's you, cheol."

he flipped you over onto your hands and knees, positioning you perfectly for him to take you from behind. you gasped at the sudden change in position, the feeling of vulnerability and excitement coursing through you. but before you could react, seungcheol’s hands were on you, grabbing your ass possessively as he pulled you towards him. the sensation of his grip on your flesh sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, curved for him to hit your perfect angle.

as you thought you couldn't take any more, you felt his hand tangle in your hair, pulling you back towards him with a force that left you breathless. “want you to be mine..” he choked out, his words claiming you.

“‘m yours," you gasped, your voice surrendering yourself completely. with a final, desperate thrust, cheol buried himself deep inside you, sending you both hurtling over the edge into ecstasy. pleasure exploded through every nerve ending in your body as you both reached the peak together, your cries of passion mingling in the air as you rode out the waves of bliss together.

seungcheol slowly withdrew from you and as you caught your breathe, he removed the condom, discarding it thoughtfully before turning his attention back to you. his demeanor shifted, his previous intensity giving way to a tender concern. leaning in, he pressed soft kisses to your tired face, his touch gentle and reassuring. "are you okay?" he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern as he traced a soothing hand along your sweaty cheek.

you nodded, a contented smile gracing your lips as you bask in the warmth of his affection.

he tenderly cleaned you with a warm, damp cloth that he quickly fetched from the bathroom, his movements gentle and careful as he ensured tour comfort. once satisfied, he disposed of the cloth and returned to your side, pulling the covers over the both of your naked bodies.

you lay in each other's arms, the quiet of the room enveloping them like a comforting embrace. the air was filled with a sense of contentment but also questions rang through your mind. unable to contain your curiosity any longer, you spoke up. "cheol, earlier... did you mean what you said?" you asked, her voice tentative yet filled with hope.

seungcheol turned to you, his gaze soft yet filled with meaning. “every word," he replied, his voice steady and sure. “if you want — then you’re mine, and i’m yours.”

your mind buzzed with uncertainty and you sigh, snuggling closer to him. the realization that your time together on the show was fleeting weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the intimacy you had shared.

"seungcheol," you begin, switching from the nickname you’d been using. “i can’t help but wonder...after filming ends, what happens to us? we haven't known each other for long, and...” you gnawed at your lip, “what if we’re just caught in the moment?”

his expression faltered, a flicker of hurt flashing across his features at your words. he had been so certain of your connection, so confident in the depth of your feelings for each other, that your doubts came as a painful blow.

he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he gently cupped your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. "caught in the moment?" he repeated, his voice filled with an anxiety-ridden tone you had never heard before. "is that really what you think this is?"

your chest clenched at the anguish in seungcheol’s eyes, the weight of your words settling heavily between the two of you. you hadn't meant to hurt him, hadn't realized the impact your doubts would have on him.

"no, seungcheol, that's not what i meant," you hurried to explain, sitting up — your voice thick with regret. "i just... i’m scared. scared that what we have isn't enough to survive once the cameras stop rolling."

seungcheol sat up, shoulders slumped, the weight of your uncertainty pressing down on him like a boulder. "i need some time to think," he said, his voice strained. without another word, he stood up, dressed himself with the clothes he’d discarded on the floor as you protested, and left the room, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing through the silence.

you curled up under the covers, the emptiness of the room amplifying the loneliness you felt.

—

day 13:

the next morning dawned with a heavy sense of awkwardness hanging in the air. as you emerged from your room, the weight of last night’s conversation still pressed on your chest. cheol was already in the kitchen, his back turned to you as he prepared breakfast. the usual warmth and easy smiles were conspicuously absent.

"good morning," you said softly, trying to break the tension.

"morning," he replied flatly, not turning to face you. his tone was distant, a stark contrast to the intimate moments you had shared just hours before.

breakfast was a quiet affair, the silence between you filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. every clink of cutlery felt amplified, every glance avoided a reminder of the rift that had formed.

filming started shortly after, the crew bustling around to set up the day’s scenes. you and seungcheol went through the motions, but the chemistry that had once made your interactions effortless now felt forced. the cameras captured your strained smiles and awkward pauses, the tension between you palpable.

by the end of the day, the weight of the unspoken words and unresolved tension was nearly unbearable. as the crew packed up and the lights dimmed, you felt a deep sense of despair settle in. the connection that had once felt so strong now seemed fragile.

the newly familiar routine of brushing your teeth and changing into pajamas felt strangely hollow without seungcheol’s presence by your side. as you slipped under the covers, the cool sheets seemed to amplify the emptiness of the space beside you.

—

day 14:

the next day dawned with a sense of finality, the knowledge that it was the last day of filming adding a layer of bittersweet tension to the air. you went through your morning routine mechanically, each action feeling heavy with the weight of the unspoken words and unresolved emotions between you and your fake husband.

the filming started early, the crew bustling around to capture the last few scenes of your time together. you and seungcheol interacted politely, tension still lingering. you found yourself stealing glances at him, wishing for a moment alone to bridge the gap, but the demands of filming left little room for personal conversations. the day moved swiftly, and before you knew it, it was time for the post-show interview.

—

post-show interview:

you sat in the brightly lit room, the camera trained on you as the producer asked the final questions. the weight of the moment pressed on you, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

interviewer: "so, how do you feel now that the show is ending?”

her voice was gentle but probing.

you paused, considering your words carefully. "its been an amazing experience," you began, your voice trembling slightly. "i’ve learned so much about myself and about what i want in a relationship. and...i’ve come to care for seungcheol deeply. more than i expected."

the interviewer leaned in, sensing the depth of your emotions.

interviewer: “can you elaborate on that? how has your relationship with seungcheol evolved?"

you nodded, your heart pounding. "at first, it was just about getting to know each other, but as the days went by, i found myself feeling…a certain way about him. he’s kind, supportive, and has this way of making me feel seen and valued. i’ve realized that i fell for him and that my feelings were real.”

a pang of regret hit you, remembering your doubts and the hurt in cheol’s eyes. you wondered if you should share your feelings fully, fearing the consequences of the media. but then, you decided—if there was a chance that he would see this interview when the show aired, perhaps he would understand the depth of your feelings and know that you regretted your words.

“i’ve fallen for seungcheol," you confessed, your voice breaking slightly. "and i regret the doubts i voiced. i wish i could take them back. i hope... i hope he can see how much he means to me."

the interviewer smiled softly, sensing the raw emotion in your words and the scoop she had just gotten. “thank you for sharing that," she said gently. "it’s clear that this experience has been transformative for you."

—

the weeks after the show wrapped up were a whirlwind of activity as you dived back into your work. your agency had announced a comeback, and preparations were in full swing, leaving little time for anything else. yet, despite the hectic schedule, thoughts of seungcheol lingered in the back of your mind, a constant undercurrent to your busy days. you cherished the rare quiet moments in your dorm, where you could catch up with your girl friends or simply relax. even during these times, you found yourself checking your phone, hoping for a message from the person you longed for. as the days passed with no word, a sense of uncertainty grew, mingled with the hope that he would reach out once the show aired.

when the show finally did air, you watched your post-show interview with bated breath, wondering how seungcheol would react. the raw honesty of your confession, the vulnerability you had shown, left you feeling exposed but kept you waiting next to your phone.

then, the call came. hearing cheol’s voice, filled with emotion and understanding, was like a balm to your weary heart. his words of reconciliation and his desire to give your relationship a real chance were everything you had hoped for. the prospect of meeting him off-camera, to explore your connection without the pressures of the show, filled you with a renewed sense of excitement and somewhat worry.

the next day, you found yourself standing outside a small, cozy café, your heart racing with anticipation. the door opened, and there he was—your same old cheol, looking just as nervous and hopeful as you felt.

he smiled as he saw you, a genuine, heartfelt smile that made your heart flutter. "hey," he said softly, stepping closer.

"hey," you replied, your voice quiet and your eyes watery.

without another word, he pulled you into a hug, holding you close. the warmth of his embrace, the familiar scent of him, it all felt right.

you both sat down, ordering drinks and talking about everything and nothing. the conversation flowed easily, the tension from the show slowly melting away as you reconnected on a deeper, more personal level.

"i’ve been thinking about you every day," he confessed, his hand reaching out to cover yours. "i want to explore this, see where it leads. no cameras, no scripts—just us."

you nodded, tears of happiness glistening in your eyes. "i want that too, cheol. i want us to have a real chance."

as seungcheol and you left the café, a small crowd had gathered outside, eager to catch a glimpse of the two of you together. camera flashes illuminated the sidewalk as fan-sites and news networks alike snapped photos, their interest palpable in the air. reporters shouted questions, their voices blending into a cacophony of speculation about your relationship.

online, netizens dissected every detail, analyzing photos and videos from the show and your recent café outing. comments and posts flooded social media platforms, with hashtags trending worldwide. the public's curiosity and excitement seemed to know no bounds as they speculated about the nature of your relationship.

cheol took to his instagram, posting a photo of the two of you holding hands outside the café with a quote from “amour,” the novel he had read previously.

— “ there will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning. “

—

end.

[yvesette]

── ☆ 𓂃 ⁺🎤 . sex w/ MARK LEE in the studio !!

PAIRING: MARK LEE x f!reader - after practice, you check in on your boyfriend’s recording session only to grow needier at the sight of him.

- [genre: smut , idol!au, lwk softdom!mark, lots of praising]

[quick note !!:] i saw the idea of mark recording your moans in the studio one time and i cannot remember who the life of me said something abt it but this is my take on it

— ⊹₊ ⋆

under the dim, intimate glow of the recording studio's ambient lights, mark lee, sits hunched over the soundboard while you’re on the couch, listening to the playback of his latest track. the faint hum of the equipment is the only noise cutting through the quiet tension in the air.

mark, the ever-professional, taps his fingers rhythmically on the desk, lost in the sound. you, on the other hand — still dressed in your clothes from dance practice, can't help but steal glances at him. his focused expression, the way his eyes narrow slightly when he listens intently, the way his hands were moving…you were enamored with your boyfriend.

the track fades out, and he turns to you with that boyish smile that always makes you shy. "what do you think? sounds good, right?"

you nod, your throat suddenly dry. "yeah, it does. you did great, as always."

you couldn't shake the feeling of longing that gnawed at your insides as your boyfriend’s attention was consumed by the intricate details of the track. mark was clad in nothing but a basic hoodie and a pair of sweatpants and his hair was tousled in a way that made him look effortlessly pretty.

there was something about him right now that was turning you on.

it might have been the way his muscles flexed beneath the fabric of his hoodie, maybe even the way his hair fell into his eyes as he leaned over the console and he’d absentmindedly run his hand through it in frustration.

you felt yourself staring and sensed an opportunity for a much-needed break for mark.

you approach the boy, who was deeply engrossed in his work, and sigh — wrapping your arms around him from behind. you rest your head against his shoulder as a silent plea for a break and when your only response is his hand caressing yours for a quick moment before going back to work, you groan.

“markkkk,” you whine, whispering into his ear. he replies with a hum, and you sigh, resorting to your next plan.

you begin to trail kisses down mark’s neck, each one lingering a little longer than the last — hoping to distract him from his work. he shifts slightly, clearly enjoying the sensation but still absorbed in his task.

"mark," you murmur between kisses, your voice low and suggestive, “i’ve had schedules all day, i need you right now.”

mark pauses looking up from his work for a moment, “what do you mean?”

you let go of your grip of him from behind and move to where he’s facing. with a deliberate motion, you swing your leg over his lap, settling yourself on top of him — blocking the monitor and playing with his hair. mark’s brow furrows until you lean in closer, your lips brushing against mark’s as you speak — your voice filled with longing. “i mean i need you…mark….”

mark’s eyes widen in realization, “oh…” he feels your warmth against him and finally understands. his hands immediately find your hips, his grip firm but gentle.

the studio door is locked, and the soundproof walls offer a rare bubble of privacy in your idol lives - where

your lips meet in a soft, exploratory kiss. between the two of you, there’s a silent conversation of desire and longing that speaks volumes without a single word. the tenderness is lost and the monomer becomes more intense. it’s a dance you've done many times before, yet each kiss gives way to an insatiable hunger. mark’s body relaxes into you and your hands roam freely, tracing the curves of each other's bodies with a fervent urgency, as if trying to map every inch of skin.

you can't help but begin to trail soft, teasing kisses down your boyfriend’s neck, mindful of the pressure of your lips. you want nothing more than to leave marks, to claim him as yours and him the same to you but you’re far too aware of the public’s probable reaction to visible bruises.

witha teasing smile, you reach for the hem of mark’s shirt, parting your lips from his collarbone to lift it over his head — revealing his physique beneath. you still got shy and almost giddy at the sight of your boyfriend’s bare chest and you felt the heat rising in his cheeks, a telltale sign of his growing flustered state. you feel him pressed against you, confined below and you roll your body into him, his hands grip tightly at your waist at the movement and he groans. your hand moves from stroking his hair and slips lower, tracing a path down his abdomen, you can feel the tension in his muscles coil tighter, his breath catching in his throat at the sensation. you glance up to meet his eyes, searching for any sign of his reaction and he looks at you with tired but desirable eyes.

your hand continues its descent, slipping lower and lower until you’re under his boxers and taking him in your palm. mark can't help but revel in the power you hold over him, in the way your touch leaves him breathless and wanting. he stares at you as you grasp him and he lets out a curse — eyes shutting tight for a quick moment and jaw clutching. you murmur to mark, urging him to relax and he yields to your gentle touch — helping you break his sweatpants and you kneel bellow the chair between his legs.

one hand of his hand finds yours, fingers intertwining in a gesture that's as comforting as it is thrilling. you can feel the callouses on his fingertips, a testament to his dedication.

you lock eyes with mark, and as you lean in closer, your breath warm against his skin, it sends a shiver down his spine as anticipation courses through you both.

“god, you're so pretty," mark sighs, holding up your hair in a makeshift ponytail. his voice is thick with lust as he looks down at you and you think to yourself how fucking attractive this man is.

you kitten lick his tip while holding the base of him and his breath catches in his throat, a low groan escaping his lips as you explore him with your tongue — sending shivers of pleasure coursing through his body.

you take mark into your mouth, savoring the taste of him as you work your way up and down. you revel in the sounds of his pleasure, the way his breath hitches and his fingers clench in your hair and he mutters curses under his breath. he continues to watch you work, eyes clenching shut occasionally his hips twitching upwards deeper down your throat. “‘feels so good,” you whimper at his words, “fuck baby stop i’m not gonna be able to last much—,” his voice gets caught in his throat and you come off of him with a lewd pop.

you take a moment to breathe to yourself before, with heated urgency, mark helps you up and guides you backwards to the sofa against the wall behind you with his lips finding yours and his hands finding your waist. you stumble back, lost in the intoxicating heat of his touch, until your legs brush against the edge of the couch, and he gently lowers you down onto the soft cushions.

mark’s lips brush against your ear, his voice a soft murmur as he whispers sweet nothings, his words sending shivers of pleasure down your spine, “so fucking perfect, my perfect girl…” you feel yourself grind against his thigh at those words and with gentle hands, he slowly lifts your tank top over your head, revealing the bare expanse of your skin beneath.

mark bites his lip and cocks his head to the side, “i could look at you forever, jesus…”his mouth finds purchase on your skin, kissing along your collarbones while you thread your fingers through his hair, guiding him to your tits. he suckles gently on your nipple, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. one hand massages the other and you can't help but release a soft, breathy moan, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily.

mark’s lips glide down your stomach and he moves to settle between your legs, each kiss leaving you gasping for more. his hands slide down your hips, deftly removing your sweatpants and tossing them carelessly to the floor.

with a hungry gaze, he spreads your thighs carefully, his touch making your hips convulse forward looking for any sort of friction. mark’s eyes linger on your flushed face, a small smile playing on his lips as he takes in the sight of your desperate arousal. his fingertips trace the edge of your underwear, feeling the dampness seeping through the fabric and earning a whimper from your lips. you loved when he took his time with you and he loved it even more ryan you could imagine.

"damn," he breathes out, his voice low and breathy, "you're already so wet for me, baby." his words send a rush of heat to your cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal flooding through you. but beneath it all, there's a longing for more of his touch.

he slowly peels your panties away from your skin and lifts your leg to throw the fabric to the floor. without wasting a second, he eagerly buries his face between your thighs, his lips and tongue delving deep, tasting your essence with every fervent lick.moans escape your lips as you watch his fervor increase. mark pauses briefly to look up at you, his eyes glazed with desire, “’tastes so good…” he kisses your clit, “‘could stay here all day just tasting you.” his words send a thrill through you, the intensity of his desire mirroring your own. with each stroke of his tongue and each groan into your center, you grip his hair tighter - soliciting a low moan from him into you that makes you lose yourself as the pressure breaks and your vision grows fuzzy.

mark allows you to come down from your orgasm, his lips brushing against your skin in soothing caresses. when you open your eyes, he’s moving up and gazing at you with adoration. he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on him.

your lips part, “fuck- do you have a condom?”

the boy rolls his eyes at you and sits up to grab his wallet from his discarded pants, “is that even a question…?” he digs the wrapper out and holds it up for you to see and you smile.

with a sly grin, mark reaches for the condom, his movements deliberate and confident as he rolls it onto his length and hovers back over you. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, gripping his back and knowing you’re bound to leave nail scratches that will get his friends to tease your boyfriend relentlessly. he positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his hardness, tracing circles against your slick folds and you throw your head back with a moan.

“please,” you whimper, voice filled with desperation, “i need you mark please…”

without a word, mark thrusts into you, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure from your lips. a searing heat washes over you, igniting every nerve ending in your body as he bottoms out inside of you, your boyfriend moans a breathy exhale. his face grows closer to yours and you swallow each others moans as he thrusts in and out of you quickening his pace with every thrust.

“so fucking tight…” he breathes into you.

with a breathless pause in your kisses, you gaze into mark’s eyes, a thought crossing your mind, “please,” you almost whisper, “let me ride you.”

mark’s thrusts stop and he pulls out as his eyes widen at your request but he’s in no position to deny you and your words make him bite at his cheek to contain a low moan, “shit — oh my god please.”

with a shared look of anticipation, you and mark adjust your positions. he sits up and gently props you onto his lap, his hands tenderly guiding your hips as you slide down onto his length. as you envelop him completely, a low groan escapes his lips, his head falling back in ecstasy at the sight of you taking him in, muttering how “‘fucking tight” you are. mark’s arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, pulling you close to him as you straddle him. with each movement, his hold on you grows firmer, and his lips chase yours. you lose yourselves in the rhythm of your action with your arms wrapped around his shoulders and his pulling you impossibly close to him.

the sound of your moans mixes with the rhythmic beat of the music still playing in the background as you shout his name continuously.

his mouth moves right against your ear, talking you though it by muttering sweet nothings paired with curses — how beautiful you are, how amazing you feel, and fuck- how lucky he is that you’re his.

you swallow a breathe, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation coursing through your body.

"i’m gonna come," you moan, your voice filled with need as mark starts thrusting his own hips up into yours. you hit your breaking point and lose yourself in the throws of your peak, leaning your head down against mark’s shoulder and trying your best to continue the rhythm you’d made so he could finish but feeling you clench around him, mark’s own release followed swiftly. a reactive moan escaped his lips as he found release after you.

the two of you come to your senses, and with a tender smile, mark gently lifts you off of him, his touch lingering. as he sets you down beside him on the sofa, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek and praises you, saying how well you did.

he reaches for the condom, disposing of it carefully before returning to your side

the world outside the studio ceases to exist, leaving just the two of you in this stolen moment. the thrill of secrecy, the fear of discovery, only heightens the intensity of your embrace.

the room was filled with a comforting silence, broken only by the soft hum of the city outside the window. make held you close, his hands gently tracing patterns on your back, grounding you in the afterglow of your shared intimacy.

“stay right here okay?” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before slipping out from under you. he grabs a handful of tissues from the side-table and helps you clean up, wiping the remnants of your shared passion away.

you and mark slip back into your clothes and you nestle into his chest. you’re exhausted from both dancing and your activities now with mark and feel yourself grower more sleepy by the second.

after a few moments of blissful silence, mark’s eyes suddenly widened in realization. he lifts his head slightly, a look of amused panic crossing his face, “dude, I think it was recording."

you blinked, momentarily confused, “what?”

he jolts up from the couch and practically runs to the monitor at his desk.

“shit- the mic… i think i accidentally left it recording from earlier when i was messing with some new track ideas."

a burst of laughter escaped your lips, both embarrassed and amused. "seriously?"

mark slips his headset over his head and nods, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he scrolls through audio files and clicks the last one, “yeah, seriously — oh my god listen to this…”

you pout, “mark, no way you can’t be serious.” you rush over to his side and he hands you the headset. you press the device against your ear and hear your vulgar, pornographic chants of mark’s name from earlier over the verse he’d played for you. you felt your cheeks heat up, but you couldn't help but laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

you bury your face in his chest, pulsating with laughter. "please tell me you're not planning to release that.”

he kissed the top of your head, still chuckling. "don’t worry, this one's for our ears only. it lowkey sounds fire though…”

[yvesette]

*+ ☆: — ryujin as your possessive gf

— with your girlfriend’s arm around your shoulder, you leaned onto her head in the middle of a laugh- burying your face in the crook of her neck. the two of you were walking back to your apartment as the late night breeze made your bare legs goosebump and you pulled your borrowed jacket of hers over tighter. you could feel the slight intoxication you both had endured make your stomach turn in a blissful way and her breath was warm with the scent of minty gum and a slight alcoholic undertone as she whispered flirtatious nothings into your ear. you giggle and playfully slapped her side as you stopped walking to face her- her arm still snuggled around you.

“ryujin you can’t be serious,” you pointed your finger in her face, more drunk and slurring your words a slight bit more than she was.

ryujin rolled her eyes with a smile. “that dress you wore tonight is gonna make me act up i’m telling you y/n! ,” her face changed, “all the guys were looking at you and ughh,” she groaned and threw her head back, “it made me so mad.”

you cupped her face in your hands and kissed her cheek, “i wore this for you ryujinnie don’t get it twisted.” she flushed.

ahead was a two young men sitting on the stairway up to an apartment complex with a few glass bottles scattered around them and one was lighting a cigarette. ryujin side eyed them and pulled you to the opposite side of her to get some distance between you and them.

one of the men called after you, “hey baby you want a cig?” you both stopped in your tracks and you drunkenly wandered over to the man while ryujin urgently gripped your hand- trying to pull you away.

you took the cigarette he had handed out your direction between your two fingers and asked for a lighter while you giggled. ryujin’s mind was racing and it wasn’t good thoughts.

“here baby, i have a light in my pocket one sec,” she let go of your hand to dig out the lighter as you sat yourself down on the concrete staircase. the two men seemed grossly pleased and one put out his cigarette while leaning dangerously close to you. ryujin shot him a disgusted look as she pulled out the lighter.

“why couldn’t we stay longer at the club jinnie i was having so much funn,” you pouted as ryujin leaned forward to light your cigarette and took a hit- blowing the smoke to the side of you. ryujin beckoned her hand to assist you up but your eyes wandered to the man next you as he began talking.

after taking a drink of the soju bottle in his right hand he attempted to compliment you, “you guys were clubbing? damn i bet all the guys were staring at you huh?” he pointed to you and ryujin bit the inside of her cheek and grabbed your free hand.

“we have to go love it’s too cold out,” you frowned and stood up- stomping over your barely used cigarette and the two of you walked a few meters while she snugged the coat around you and flipped off the two guys on the staircase.

she scolded you lightly, “those guys were too drunk y/n, you have to be careful ok? i don’t want you getting hurt.” she continued her speech as you struggled to unlock the door to your apartment a block ahead. she took the key from your hand gently and was grimacing as she got the door open, “the way they were looking at you made me want to throw up…”

you got inside and you both kicked off yours shoes. she took off your coat for you and you faced her, sobering up to prepare to apologize before she got closer to you and gripped your waist, she tucked a strand your hair behind your ear, “i’m mad ok. not at you but at all those guys from tonight.”

you pouted, “i’m sorry baby i didn’t even notice they were weird i should have been more careful.”

she grabbed your cheek with one hand and said between kisses down your neck, “i want you to be mine and mine only.”

your eyes widened and your legs tightened together as you felt a warmth form below. you shuddered at the feeling of her bites and soothing kisses that had now reached your collarbone.

she took off her jacket and threw it to the floor of your entryway and then turned her attention to you- who had leaned against the wall as she held your face in her hands.

“say it y/n please..”

“say what love?” you asked with innocence and your eyes took in her features making you bite down on the inside of your bottom lip in lust.

her face moved closer to yours so that your foreheads were touching and she sighed “say you’re mine.”

your hands moved quick- one to grab her waist and the other found her hair as you moaned into an open mouthed kiss. ryujin’s urgency and need to make her yours was blatant and seductive with her lips as her tongue parted yours and let itself in. she groaned into your mouth as her hand snaked up your thigh and starting rubbing underneath your dress over your panties where you needed her attention most.

her lips left yours and she closed in by your ear, “say it for me baby.”

you threw your head back against the door and moaned her name followed by what she wanted, “i’m all yours ryujin. all yours…” your breath was shallow and pleading.

she crouched down, pleased, and pressed kisses up your thighs before slipping your underwater to the side and lapping her tongue at your core as she lifted one of your legs over her shoulder. you took in the side, her face buried in you with her hair a mess in her tie and button up. you swallowed and a mess of her name and curses came out of your mouth as her tongue circled your clit before it mouth south and her nose rubbed against your sweet spot. your chest heaved up and down as one hand held the doorknob behind you for balance and the other laced itself in her dark hair. she smiled against you, looking at your eyes as you let out a loud, dirty noise from the pleasure and you felt the vibrations of her groans against your core. you felt a warm and familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach rise to the top of your head and all throughout your limbs as her pace quickened and you were coming over the edge of your breaking point. you mewed her name and cursed violently as your vision became blurry and your senses came back to you. she napped gently at you with her tongue- soothing your climax and letting you come down before pressing a kiss against you and and breathing heavily as she pulled away- rubbing a mixture of spit and your wetness against the back of her hand. she looked back up at you and grinned, sitting up as she gently set your shaking legs down. she held your waist to balance you and kissed you sweetly- you could taste your honey like essence against her lips.

you both heaved heavily and erupted into small giggles as she escorted you to your bedroom to change. you slipped your dress over your head and she pointed to the purple marks on your neck and held back a laugh as she slipped on and oversized t-shirt. you turned to the mirror behind you and frowned- rubbing your neck and starting at the marks, “jinnie what do you DO…?”

she hugged you from behind, moving your hair and kissing the other side of your neck that she hadn’t ravished. her arms wrapped around your bare torso and she smiled, “i’m just letting everyone know what’s mine is mine.”

[yvesette]

LOONA as GIRLFRIENDS (sfw)

★ - genre: gf headcanons, wlw, fluff

★ - warnings: none

🐇HEEJIN

- plays guitar for you and sings to you

- you help her with sudoku puzzles

- you’re always cleaning up after her lol

- you’re planning a trip to travel abroad

- you’re always eating out since she can’t cook or she makes you cook for her

- you plant little kisses to her mole near her left eye

- her satoori comes out when she talks to you sometimes

- tried to convince you to become vegan with her

- you kiss her nose a lot

- you are obsessed with her arms- and she flexes for you and laughs when your mouth goes wide open

- gives you the other airpod while listening to music

- you feed her online shopping addiction bc she buys so much stuff for you

- she introduces you to her puppies

- if you have dogs, she loves them sm and constantly asks you to send pics

- she asks you to pose so she can draw you and you have her drawings hung up in your room

- she gets embarrassed when you watch her stages in front of her and compliment her

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🐈HYUNJIN

- you met in school and thought she was so pretty and vice versa

- play-wrestles you

- makes you laugh so hard your cheeks hurt from smiling

- loves to play sports with you, even if you aren’t good at them

- plays piano for you

- always holding your hand everywhere you go

- coffee shop dates <3

- you can outdrink her very easily and she gets super affectionate while drunk

- wants to get a cat or dog with you

- wants you to baby her

- when you saw her bare face you kissed her cheek and told her she was gorgeous

- she doesn’t rely on you when she’s stressed and prefers to not put her issues on you but still comes to you for advice

- you watch youtube and listen to music on her bed while cuddling

- she buys you both coffee almost every morning

- she loves joking with you and you share inside jokes and a secret language

- one time while walking together you hurt your leg and she carried you on her back the rest of the way

- she’s always hyping you up

- you have mukbangs on vlive

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🕊️HASEUL

- babies you

- plays piano and guitar for you

- movie nights where you cuddle on the couch and fall asleep in eachother’s arms

- cooks for you

- such a mom

- sends you good morning and goodnight texts and always checks up on you

- always buys you lavish gifts aka spoils tf out of you

- asked you to call her your girlfriend first

- she’s quite affectionate

- remembers the smallest things - you could mention something months ago and she’d remember and buy it for you

- drives you around

- pottery and figure skating dates

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🦌VIVI

- she was so quiet when you met but once you got the know her she’s such a bright person

- an absolute sweetheart, the most gentle gf

- she makes you watch scary movies with her and you hide your face in her neck at the scary parts

- she can’t sleep unless she’s cuddling you

- takes you to hong kong to meet her family

- you’re always taking pictures of her and she gets embarrassed

- amazing listener, gives the best advice

- rock climbing and hiking dates !!

- she prefers to stay inside though and spend time with you

- cheers you up when you come to vent

- she’s extremely considerate of you and your feelings and often makes you meals or take cares of you when you’re sick

- cooks you noodles and vegetables

- gives great hugs

- she wants to go see the cherry blossoms with you

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🧸YEOJIN

- she probably approached you first initially to become friends

- she’s always trying to come up with cute nicknames for you

- loud asf especially when she feels like someone is hitting on you or threatening you; gets super defensive

- always hitting you playfully when she laughs

- teases you constantly but it’s always lighthearted

- loves to do your nails

- if you’re taller than her (she’s incredibly short), she often complains about her height and you tease her playfully about her shortness

- she also is always the small spoon

- makes you take her instagram photos

- wants to get matching tattoos

- you’re a pair of troublemakers

- if you’re younger than her she always brags about being older, and if you’re older, she always wants to be treated like a baby

- makes you watch animated shows with her

- naps together <3

- her hand is very small and fits cutely in yours when you hold hands

- kisses you goodbye

- you have to drive her everywhere bc she refuses to get a license

- speaks in her daegu accent to you, you tell her it’s hot

- you’re always reminding her of dates you planned bc she forgets easily

- she loves perfume and you always gift it to her. you carry a rolling perfume in your bag and roll it on her wrist so she can smell it and to calm her when she’s stressed.

- convinces you to get new piercings and you come with her to get hers

- you play pokémon together

- she’s more affectionate than you are

- writes about you in her diary

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🦉KIM LIP

- a romantic at heart

- cleans up your room without you asking

- laughs at everything you say, even the most stupid jokes

- had a habit of sweeping your hair back

- sushi dates + movie nights

- she loves watching romance movies with you

- “that’s like us”

- you watch dramas together and gossip about the main characters

- she loves longboarding with you

- if you ever fight, she’s the first to resolve it

- passenger princess

- tried to teach you how to play the violin while you tried to explain a sport to her - she didn’t get it

- she gets cold easily and you warm her hands and beat hug her to warm her up - or give her your jacket

- always makes sure you’ve eaten

- she’s bad with technology and needs your help constantly when her phone isn’t working

- shopping together <3

- she gets sleep paralysis and you comfort her when she gets scared

- she loves massaging your shoulders and your back after a long day

- you bought her a guitar and she freaked out

- the two of you love baking things together even if they don’t turn out well, she even made you a birthday cake as a surprise

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🐟JINSOUL

- she has a strong vibe and it took you a while to approach her but you instantly became close

- you sit on her lap while she plays video games or hug her from behind

- very clingy

- restaurant dates late at night where you get fast food or snacks

- she’s very honest with you and if she has any concerns she always voices them to you

- you built gundam models and lego sets together

- she talks a lot and you could listen to her ramble for hours

- always coming up with creative dates that involve her new hobbies

- she writes songs about you

- overdramatic af when you don’t give her attention

- you’re in her vlogs and she edits hearts around you

- she knits you stuffed animals and blankets

- recommends you webtoons to read

- makes you take the mbti quiz so she can analyze your personality

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🦇CHOERRY

- couple items !! (ex. matching hoodies, toothbrushes, pajamas, shoes, etc.)

- tteokbokki dates

- helps you manage your stress

- her sisters love you

- if you argue she’s always the one to settle things down and solve conflicts, she apologizes even if she hasn’t done something wrong

- plays video games with you and you always beat her and she pouts

- her mother brings you sweet potatoes from her farm

- compliments you constantly and says she’s jealous of your pretty appearance

- you call her sexy and she gets shy but she appreciates it sm lol

- makes you take the harry potter sorting house quiz and you have a movie marathon

- loves it when you wear sweet perfume

- she’s always playing with your hair and asks to braid it a lot

- you watch animes together

- definitely friends to lovers, your friendship is so strong

- loves it when you call her yerim/yerimmie

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🦢YVES

- she’s super charismatic and the two of you became fast friends

- i’m imagining a very sweet and shy confession from her

- aesthetic dates and photoshoots constantly

- you go thrifting together at vintage stores

- if you have pets, especially cats - she adores them and is always asking about them

- tries to teach you how to dance lol

- makes you playlists

- introduces you to her family and they love you

- she’s very poetic and expresses her love very fondly, often sending you long text messages explaining her feelings

- many inside jokes between you two

- loves it when you call her sooyoungie

- wants to go to the gym with you

- she gets embarrassed when you compliment her

- “stopp it y/n! shhh”

- she’s extremely passionate about your relationship and head over heels for you

- a total softy- you make her blush just by looking at her

- she cries easily talking about her feelings or when she’s stressed but feels very comfortable around you and the two of you comfort eachother when you’re down

- imitates you perfectly - it’s so annoying

- an excellent listener when you need to rant

- prefers to care for you rather than you care for her

- if you fight, she usually gets emotional but is very logical and listens to you well

- posts pictures of you both and captions it with something funny and cute

- gifts you clothes and lets you borrow hers

- cooks tteokbokki for you

- wears your hoodie so much she might as well own it

- takes pictures of you on dates with her film camera

- when she kisses your face she leaves a lipstick mark on your cheek

- you buy her vinyls and roses bc she loves roses

- she reads poetry to you in bed

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🐧CHUU

- she’s so supportive of everything you do, your biggest cheerleader

- cheek and nose kisses !!

- eternally grateful for you and always reminding you

- you have a lot of cheesy and heartfelt moments where she tells you how much she loves you and appreciates you

- you have a very innocent and adorable relationship that is mutually healthy and caring

- you have small arguments/debates that always end well and you laugh about them at the end of the day even though chuu always wins

- she lets you guest star on chuu can do it for an episode and introduces you to orbits

- she’s extremely affectionate and is always holding your hand and clings to your side

- buys you so many gifts she often forgets to buy stuff for herself

- sleepovers where you attempt to stay up until 2 am but chuu always passes out first

- she’s very hard on herself but you’re consistently reassuring her

- she has a large appetite and you let her eat your leftovers or often order big portions to share and she ends up eating most of it lol

- she teaches you taekwondo moves and threatens to bring them out if anyone dares try to hurt you

- karaoke dates !!

- does aeygo for you when she wants something

- you went on a rollercoaster one time and she was clinging onto you, holding your hands with her eyes shut screaming the whole time poor bby

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🦋GOWON

- she’s very introverted so it was tough to get to know her bc she’s so shy

- constantly tags you in funny shit and sends you posts saying “this reminded me of you”

- she’s very positive and helps you see the bright side of situations

- you have an animal crossing island together

- you go shopping together all the time and she always wants to do your makeup

- she annoys you and teases you constantly but makes up for it with cute affection

- amusement park dates <3

- she’s such a bad cook she tried to make something for you to eat one time and it burnt so you just got take-out

- you bought her oh my girl concert tickets and she was so grateful

- she makes you winter playlists

- you spoil her with clothes

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🐺OLIVIA HYE

- holds your hand when she’s upset

- acts like she dislikes everyone but you type of thing

- you and her give marceline and bubblegum vibes

- hugs you from behind - leans on your shoulder and pouts

- very handy and fixes anything you need fixed

- very competitive and will end you in a game

- hates receiving hugs and kisses but will hug and kiss you all the time

- sends you very eloquent messages about her love for you

- she leaves notes of encouragement on to ur bag and plans you surprise birthday parties

- teases you but it’s never hurtful

- you taught her how to wink

- she kills bugs in your house for you

- the two of you have sleepovers and wear facemasks

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[yvesette]

RED VELVET in BED (nsfw)

★ genre: headcanons, wlw

★ warnings: minors dni

🐇IRENE - irene is a romantic at heart. she loves the intimacy and privacy of sex and loves to be pleasured and pleasure you the best she can. she’s supet passionate and prefers love making to quickies. when she tops, she’ll get so focused on making you come and listening to your moans that she’ll get quiet and forget to talk dirty lol. she fingers you very gently and presses light kisses down your body and up your thighs before giving attention to your core- lovingly swirling her tongue slowly where you need her and smiling against your center when she hears you moaning her name. she’s the definition of a switch. she gets so loud and sensitive when you eat her out, you have to hold her hips down while she mews and moans your name. she loves scissoring and it’s like heaven with her- the two of you rubbing against eachother skin on skin while she throws her head back, lips parted. she loves grabbing your ass btw - she’s an ass girl fs. after sex she’ll get so sleepy and tired poor thing is worn tf out. you’ll hold her and press kisses to her forehead - bare chests pressed together. she passes out pretty quick in your arms and wakes up first in the morning, playing with your hair and pressing a kiss to your nose. she loves to buy you lingerie (gift giving is her love language)

🎧SEULGI - sex with seulgi can be rough she’ll grab your neck with both hands and do it from the back. she’s a god at fingering you, with her long fingers and sultry gaze that makes you scream her name. she pants and groans as you both face each others cores and suck eachother off. she doms most of the time but can be romantic and giggly when it’s unserious. she fs owns a dildo to use on you and the two of you try a bunch of toys - she presses the bullet to your clit and overstimulates you until tears come out of yo eyes. she gets super clingy and affectionate afterwards and props her head on your shoulder while grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your wrist. you both look at eachother and smile - her eyes turning into crescent moons and her cheeks rounding.

🦢WENDY - she’s such a pleaser and a huge flirt. tops mostly. she adores pleasuring you and could spend her whole day between your thighs. “yeah- mhmm keep being loud for me.” ugh imagine her hair all messed up and her lips shining with your wetness. she loves sucking your tits and circling her tongue around your nipple while curling her long fingers inside of you. she’ll make you come a minimum of 2-3 times and loves to overstimulate you. “you can take it love, just one more.” she praises you sm - calling you beautiful and perfect and tight and how well you’re doing, how lucky she is to have you. such a cheesy romantic after - spooning you and pressing kisses to your shoulder from behind while her arms wrap around your waist. she’s probably shorter than you (girly is like 5’1) but still is the big spoon lol.

🎱JOY - she’s a lowkey pillow princess when she bottoms but when she tops she’s such a dom. she gives you attitude and teases you constantly - sending you pics of her in lingerie rubbing her clothed clit or wearing short skirts and bending over in front of you while she bites her plump lips. she’s a brat fs but when you give her the same attitude she fucks it right out of you. her mouth spewing all types of curses and your name all drawn out. she fucks you hard with her fingers and kitten licks at your clit. loves 69-ing with you. she sucks at your core and kneads your ass with her hands, she hisses as you blow on her clit before eating her out like you’re starving and slipping your middle finger inside of her tight walls. after sex she’ll be such a sweetheart - cuddling you and holding you hand/dragging you into the shower where she’ll end up pinned against the wall with one leg thrown over your shoulder while you eat her out again. she’s open to fucking in any location and loves the risk of getting caught + quickies.

🥥YERI - super giggly and sweet sex the first couple of times. she sweetly presses her lips to yours and licks your bottom lip before letting her tongue in- eyes shut in bliss. she can’t help but giggle as she struggles to unclasp your bra. she clenches around your fingers as you curl them inside of her and a high pitched mew comes out of her mouth as she begs you to go faster. she gently kitten licks your clit, eyes on you the whole time - watching your face contort in pleasure. the sex gets more intense through your relationship and you find yourself in showers, pools, closets, and cars moaning eachother’s names. yeri cuddles up to you after- smelling like sex and lilies and pressing a kiss to your cheek and grinning, she falls asleep in your arms and you wake up with her hogging all the covers.

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[yvesette]

RED VELVET AS GIRLFRIENDS (sfw)

IRENE

- very loving and extremely protective over you

- it took her a lot to build up the confidence to ask you out and she was so quiet while asking you could barely hear her

- her love language: gift giving !!

- irene is the most gracious person ever she shows so much care for friends, family, staff, etc. and spoils them so much so it’s a no-brainer she spoils the hell out of you.

- if you’re younger than her she probably babies you and often lectures teasingly

- messages you everyday reminding you to eat and asking if you’ve got enough sleep

- it’s impossible not to feel comforted with her

- the warmest person vibes ever

- accepts you for every flaw you have, and vice versa

- she falls deeper in love with you every day you spend together- as corny as it sounds

- you’re each others go-to person for anything you need

- “have fun but be safe okay?”

- she’s not very vocal about her love for you but she doesn’t need to be. you and everyone else know how special you are to her and the way she looks at you is just :( <3

- a bit old fashioned- opens the door for you and buys you lots of flowers so you always have a fresh bouquet

- not a lot of pda- but in private there’s lots of passionate kisses. she takes her time with everything and soaks up every moment she spends with you

SEULGI

- seulgi doesn’t overcomplicate love, it’s fun and simple and exciting with her.

- love with the seulgi is the type that makes you feel alive

- you’re definitely the protective one in the relationship but seulgi can get defensive if anyone dares hurt you

- she takes you on dates that get you out of your comfort zone - karaoke, sky diving, snorkeling…she wants you both to grow and become the best versions of yourselves

- a total love bug, very clingy and very affectionate. this includes hugs from behind, lots of cheek kisses and smothering you with love and cuddles when you both get home

- the type of gf who is so observant like you’ll mention you like something months before and seulgi will buy it for your next birthday

- good morning and good night texts every damn day

- extremely loyal and values honestly so so much she’ll tell you everything

- your family adores her she’s so good w making ppl love her just as much as you do

- if you’re upset she’ll cry with you, hugging you and kissing the top of your head whispering how everything is gonna be okay.

WENDY

- such girlfriend material honestly…

- the biggest flirt even before you were dating and she totally confessed first.

- the most playful and cheesy gf ever- calls you the most ridiculous and corny nicknames

- spoils you so much

- definitely the protective one

- holds your waist as you walk (even if you’re taller bc she’s only 5’1 i believe lol) she’s very protective over her y/n okay !!

- can be extremely romantic when she wants to, i’m talking candlelit dinners where she serenades you with a nat king coke or frank sinatra

- kisses every part of your face she can reach and is bound to make you blush at just a look

- very affectionate in public and around the members and winks all corny at you when she says something suggestive-making the members notice and tease you both endlessly

- forehead kisses!!!

- the two of you have the most personal and hilarious inside jokes nobody gets but you both

- the big spoon even if she’s smaller than you lolll

JOY

- the sweetest girl ever actually

- probably confessed first since she’s just confident like that

- said i love you first too and the two of you say it so casually every single time you leave each other

- very elaborate dates- picnics in the park with your dogs…amusement parks…trips to jeju, art museum dates where you recreate the couples in paintings, etc.

- so. many. couple items. like the two of you rarely don’t match.

- posts so many pics of you both on her priv account

- lots of silly blushing moments when the two of you get close physically and she can’t help but blush and giggle in serious moments

- plain dramatic sometimes and makes you go grab the remote even if it’s right next to her but it’s all good bc u love her sm

- she loves to do to makeup sm!! or flat out spoil you with a skincare routine or massage etc.

YERI

- this confession had to dramatic as hell idk why but i get the feeling it could have been either of you and a long time coming

- definition of friends to lovers or i could even see rivals to lovers hehe

- loves wrapping her arms around you when she sees you

- she’s almost never by your side or hooked onto your arm like a koala

- always grabs your hand as you walk together and you can’t imagine walking together without holding hands at this point

- has you saved in her phone as something like loml <3 and the members all tease her about it

- you tease each other sm it’s honestly annoying

- speaking of annoying…the two of you are so affectionate it’s tiresome!! everyone rolls their eyes as you both rub noses or she snuggles into your side and you exchange corny little love confessions. everyone is sick and tired but it’s okay bc they know you both love each other sm

- she’d totally get a matching tattoo with you- something small but meaningful

- sits on your lap while you do work

- always falls asleep on movie nights first in your arms

- becomes the biggest bitch ever when someone flirts with you and is totally jealous over the littlest things (she’s very possessive ok!)

- she’d post your favorite song on her instagram story with a black heart or something cute like that when she’s away

- chaotic facetime calls until 3 am where you both fall asleep on call

[yvesette]

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