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i know i’ve been very absent from tumblr BUT IN CASE ANYONE SEES THIS i made a kinda long, psychoanalytic “which seventeen member am i” quiz…. if anyone feels like taking it…..

with a sprinkle of psychoanalysis :3

[ashonheavenscloud]

i know i’ve been very absent from tumblr BUT IN CASE ANYONE SEES THIS i made a kinda long, psychoanalytic “which seventeen member am i” quiz…. if anyone feels like taking it…..

with a sprinkle of psychoanalysis :3

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STOP I ALMOST SCREAMED

I GOT VERNON AHAHAHHAHA i was trying so hard to make sure that i was answering for ME and not, like, for which member i wanted the answer to be AND I STILL GOT VERNON EHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

anyway this quiz was SO fun, thank you so much for making it!!

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YIPPEEEEEEE thank you so much for taking it!! i’m glad you enjoyed it (and got your bias🤭)!

[ashonheavenscloud]

i know i’ve been very absent from tumblr BUT IN CASE ANYONE SEES THIS i made a kinda long, psychoanalytic “which seventeen member am i” quiz…. if anyone feels like taking it…..

with a sprinkle of psychoanalysis :3

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YAHHHHH YOU DIDNT NEED TO CLOCK ME LIKE THAT-

but srsly this quiz was so fun and sweet, ty for making it !!

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AWWW thank you so much for taking it and sharing your result/thoughts! i’m so glad you liked it🥹🥹

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i know i’ve been very absent from tumblr BUT IN CASE ANYONE SEES THIS i made a kinda long, psychoanalytic “which seventeen member am i” quiz…. if anyone feels like taking it…..

with a sprinkle of psychoanalysis :3

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i'm giggling aggressively and i don't like it

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PAIRING: Baseball Player!Soonyoung x f. reader

SUMMARY: When you let your friends take you to your first baseball game, you didn’t expect to enjoy it. You especially didn’t expect the right field to go over the fence and into your lap.

WC: 7,699

AU: Sports, Strangers to Lovers

GENRE: Smut/PWP

WARNINGS: Brief collision/mentions of some aches, recreational drinking, a lot of teasing, some general/light humiliation of a public incident making the news, Soonyoung and reader hit it off a little unrealistically but idc, explicit language, explicit sexual content including protected sex, vaginal fingering, a bit of thigh riding, light cum eating, oral. (f. rec), multiple orgasms, Soonyoung is a bit of a talker/needs words of affirmation in bed lololol

A/N: I unfortunately do not like this fic remotely as much as I was hoping to, considering I have erased and re-written it from scratch seven times. This fic is entirely different than what I originally planned to write, but ultimately I just need to get it into the world and say that sometimes fics aren't perfect :) so RIP to the original 20k romcom this was supposed to be and hello to the cutie little smut piece it ended up as! Also pls know literally none of this would happen this way in a baseball game and I know that. I had to force myself to stop trying to make this realistic bc as someone who works in baseball I'm always like THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN but you know what??? ITS FUNNER THIS WAY!!!!

A/N 2: Special thank you to @100vern who hosted the Aju League Collab with me because we were just two baseball girlies who had obsessions and a dream lmfao. I love you and this was fun!

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THE SMELL OF BEER AND HOT-DOG STEAM HITS YOU IN THE FACE AS SOON AS YOU STEP THROUGH THE GATES OF WRIGLEY FIELD. You raise your brows, shocked at the sheer crush of people underneath the grandstands. It’s loud, the booming voice of the public address announcer barely audible over the buzz of the crowd.

Seungkwan leads your group through the sea of blue, grey and pinstripes. There is no rhyme or reason to some of the outfits you see, people decked out in Cubs gear head to toe, some people dressed with giant faces of players and hats that are tall enough to tip over. You laugh, drifting closer to Junhui as someone dressed in a full Cubs-themed suit passes you.

Your seat is down the first base line, a wedge of green plastic seats packed tight against the brick wall that separates you from the field. The grass is absurdly green, bright against the stadium lights above. Above center field you spot the hand-turned scoreboard, the numbers flipping as workers update scores across the league.

Sitting between Seungkwan and Junhui, you crane your neck to drink in the sights and sounds of pregame. Wrigley Field is packed tight, the humidity of the July heat burning off as the sun sets in the distance. You’re still cataloging the scene when the player introductions boom through the speakers, making you flinch.

Both Junhui and Seungkwan stand, clapping and urging you to join them. You shoot to your feet, clapping along as players jog out to stand on the baselines in order, each one of their backs to you. Admittedly, you only recognize a few names. You don’t keep up with baseball enough to know the finite details, but you do know the big names that Chicago adores: Choi. Imanaga. Swanson. Kwon.

The public address announcer rolls through the final few names, the crowd swelling louder with each one until the last cheer fades before the anthem. The buzz of the evening hums under your veins and you find yourself turning to Seungkwan, excited for your first game.

Despite living in the city for years, you’ve never made your way to Wrigley to watch the Cubs play. Tonight, Seungkwan had insisted you come out and experience real summer baseball complete with hot dogs, beers, the cup snake and the ivy covered walls.

You haven’t figured out what a cup snake is yet, but by the time you’re sitting in your seat and Junhui is shoving popcorn at you, you’re excited to find out.

The players break away after the anthem, jogging to their positions. Right field is closer than you realized, your eyes snagging on Soonyoung Kwon as he breaks away from the baseline, trotting to his position only a few yards away.

From your seat, he’s barely a stone’s throw from the foul line. You crunch on a piece of popcorn, studying him. He looks just like he does in photos, a pretty face with intense eyes that burn under the brim of his hat. He snaps his glove as he adjusts it, bouncing a little as he settles in for the away team to start the top of the first inning.

The first three innings unfold, peppered with Seungkwan and Junhui’s commentary as they point out plays and explain terms when players are at bat that you don’t understand. You enjoy it, happy to learn something new. Each crack of the bat ricochets throughout the park, sharp and making you flinch on instinct, unable to keep your eye on the ball's trajectory.

Seungkwan leans on your shoulders, explaining the counts and signals, sitting up sharply when Soonyoung hammers a ball right to the bleachers. The entire stadium shoots to its feet, Junhui yanking you up as fans lose it. Soonyoung jogs the bases, pointing up at the fans as he brings in three runs.

By the fourth inning, the night air has cooled, a soft lake breeze threading through the stands. The Cubs are up by two thanks to Soonyoung, who is now pacing the outfield like a predator, eyes dialed in as the next batter for the away team comes up to the plate.

The crack of the ball makes you flinch again. Seungkwan starts laughing but suddenly the sound of the crowd changes. You glance up to see Soonyoung is already moving. He explodes off the grass, closing the distance between him and the wall in front of you with impossible speed, head turned up as he tracks the ball that’s popped up in the air along the foul line.

And he doesn’t stop running.

You only have a second to open your mouth - in warning, in exclamation you’re not sure - as he clears the warning track and launches himself, clearing the low brick wall in a blur of blue and white. For a heartbeat, everything is noise and weight as your breath punches from your lungs, Soonyoung’s shoulder crashing into you. The plastic seat bites into your back and Seungkwan’s beer goes flying.

“Holy shit!” Seungkwan yells, voice cutting off as the right fielder collapses into the two of you. Soonyoung’s hand is stretched upward, ball in glove. The crowd loses their minds, Seungkwan screaming and pointing at the ball. “He caught it! Out! He caught it!”

You're dazed, blinded by a moment of pain an impact as you and the right fielder tangle together. You feel the bear soaking your jeans, the popcorn wedged in your bra, and the bone-deep ache of being absolutely trucked.

Soonyoung hauls himself off of you, a tangle of limbs and spilled beer and the hint of leather, sweat and cologne. You blink, a little out of it from the collision. And then he’s leaning over you, one hand braced to the back of your seat, the necklace around his throat escaping the buttons of his jersey, swinging.

It takes you a long few seconds to realize his mouth is moving and that he's talking to you, but there's blood roading in your ears and the world is still spinning a little as the pain of the collision dies down into shock.

“What?” you ask dumbly.

“I’m so sorry,” he says again, mouth pinched with worry. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I can get an EMT-”

You rub your arms - you'll probably be bruised, but nothing is damaged. You're more dazed at the sudden proximity of his intense eyes and painfully handsome face a few inches off of yours than you are from injuries.

“Oh - no. Uh. Shocked?”

Your thighs are buzzing from the impact, but mostly you’re aware of the heat of him, the way his chest rises and falls inches from yours. He’s scanning you for signs of injury but you feel warm under his gaze, hyper aware of the way people are shouting his name and taking photos, but his gaze is pinned to you.

“You sure?” He asks, tilting his head. “Neck okay? Did I step on you? God I’m sorry.”

“I’m good,” you laugh, still breathless. “I promise.”

The tight crease in his brow softens, relief turning into a crooked smile. “Well. Guess I really fell for you, huh?” He tips his cap as he puts distance between you, eyes glinting. “Most people wait until after the first date for a lap dive, but I’m a little competitive.”

You laugh loudly, nerves sparking. “Pretty aggressive strategy.”

“Worth it, though. Best catch of the night, if you ask me.”

A few fans nearby - including Junhui - howl their approval. Soonyoung laughs and hops back over the wall, tossing the ball to the umpire. He hesitates one more time, flashing you a smile that has your heart flipping.

“You sure you’re okay?”

Someone shouts at him to marry you and you feel heat creep up your neck. “Yeah,” you tell him. “I’m okay.”

Soonyoung nods, finally stepping back. He wears that lopsided smile the entire way back to his position, turning to look at you again as he settles back in right field. The crowd around you whistles and throws a few comments your way, making you sink into your seat and hide your face as Seungkwan grabs your forearm and shakes you bath and forth.

“I cannot believe that just happened,” Junhui laughs, clapping his hands. “Seungkwan you’re soaked!”

“He didn’t ask if I was okay!” Seungkwan pouts, wiping himself with a beer soaked napkin. “He landed on me too!”

A ripple of laughter echoes through the fans around you, everyone buzzing from the moment. You take a few gulps of water, trying to cool yourself off from the embarrassment and heat of Soonyoung’s gaze.

Junhui claps you on the shoulder. “Sorry Seungkwan, I guess she’s his type.”

You sink lower in your seat, pretending to study the field, but your pulse is still sprinting. Out in right, Soonyoung adjusts his cap, settling back like nothing happened. You try to follow his lead, but when the next batter strikes out and he glances your away again, a smile lighting his face, you can’t help but feel your stomach flip again.

The next inning crawls. You keep catching him glancing your general direction. Every time he does, Seungkwan starts hitting your thigh, despite you hissing at him to shut up. You’d think it was just a coincidence, except when the inning ends, Soonyoung glances your direction and winks.

Junhui elbows you so hard you nearly punch him on reflex. “On my god.”

Seungkwan is less subtle. He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “WE SEE YOU, KWON!” Which earns him a groan from you and a laugh from half the section. “What? He’s winking at you and you want to glare at me?”

You pretend to watch the batter, but your mind keeps skipping like a scratched record, going back to the way he tumbled into your lap, the smell of leather and cologne, the way his necklace caught the light. The smirk and the glint in his eyes.

Soonyoung haunts you the rest of the game. You try to focus anywhere but him, but any time you peek at him, he’s already watching you. Grinning, even, like there’s an inside joke you haven’t been let in on yet. It makes you twitchy and giddy in equal parts, the fans around you teasing you through the end of the game.

Thankfully, the Cubs are able to hold the lead through nine innings. You stand and clap, trying to mutter the lyrics to Go Cubs Go alongside the rest of the fans, your eyes dragging to home plate where the team comes out to clap each other on the back before heading into the dugout.

People start to filter out of the rows, the clack of plastic seats snapping shut and empty cups cracking under feet backtracking the public address announcer. Seungkwan and Junhui help you gather your things as you start to side shuffle from your seats and head to the stairs, talking about where to go after the game.

Junhui pauses mid-sentence as your section starts to yell again, kids screaming and rushing down the steps toward you as ushers try to slow them down or stop them. “Uh, why is- oh shit!”

You turn around to follow his gaze to see Soonyoung sprinting - not toward the dugout, but toward your section. The field crew freezes as he vaults the low wall, cleats skidding on the concrete aisle. Phones whip into the air as people cheer, fans and kids asking for autographs as he moves up the row toward you, smiling and shaking fans hands as he goes.

Soonyoung stops in front of you, cheeks flushed and grin bright. “Hi,” he says, a little breathless. “So can I get a second date?”

The section around you erupts in catcalls and applause, someone yelling, “SAY YES!”

Your heart is pure static. You can feel every camera trained on you, but all you see is him, dark hair damp under his cap, eyes sharp and hopeful as he smiles at you. You lick your lips, opening and closing your mouth as your mind races to string together a response.

“Um,” you fumble for your phone. “Yes?”

He reaches for your phone and you let him, watching with a mind full of static as he types in his number and saves it to your phone. When he hands it back, you see he’s texted himself a ‘cutie from the stands :)’ and you blush.

“What’s your name?” He asks, biting his lower lip. If he’s aware there are dozens of people watching you, it doesn’t bother him. He seems used to the attention, unbothered by the fact there are people absolutely recording the moment for social media. You give him your name anyway and he grins. “Pretty. I like it.”

Soonyoung turns to sign a few balls and gloves before he hops back over the wall, where someone from the clubhouse is yelling for him. He looks up at you and winks again before jogging back toward the dugout, cheers following him as he does.

You stand frozen for a beat longer, phone still in your hand, the weight of what just happened settling over you. Your chest is buzzing as you turn to look at your friends, both who are watching with shit eating grins.

“You… you have Soonyoung Kwon’s phone number,” Junhui says, mouth still open. “Unreal.”

“He is very into you,” Seungkwan laughs, amazed. “What a night."

Your hand shakes a little as you slip your phone back into your bag, trying to shove your excitement and nerves down. “I don’t even know what’s happening right now.”

“Don’t question it.” Seungkwan smacks the back of your shoulder. “Live in the moment, diva.”

-

Living in the moment is the only option you have, it seems. The entire world is living in your moment, videos of the Cub's right fielder crashing into your lap going viral. Your friends can't stop watching it, their shrieks of laughter growing worse three rounds in.

The bar is tucked in a quiet pocket away from the ballpark, a random place Seungkwan's buddy mentioned being low key. From the outside it had looked closed but when Seungkwan stuck his head in, you all were delighted to find a warm, cozy bar with a decent crowd - full, but not. overwhelming.

Inside it's warm and low-lit, the boots filled with mismatched seating and dark wood. A single neon sign buzzes over the bar and the TVs above the bar show the game highlights - including you - over and over again. The mezcal makes it better, but Seungkwan and Junhui shoving TikTok in your face makes it worse - and a little better, their sense of humor making you grin despite everything.

"You're trending above the actual game highlights," Junhui snorts, downing the rest of his beer. "This is insane."

You drop your forehead to the sticky bar. "I'm going to have to fake my own death."

"Well don't do that. You did get his number."

You flush. You did. The memory of his easy smile and glittering eyes is enough to make you shiver and you straighten, sliding off the stool. "I'll be back. Please continue watching my greatest win and my greatest shame."

You head to the bathroom, weaving through the crow toward the narrow hallway that leads to the back. The floor is sticky as you go, sneakers suctioning lightly as you walk. You're halfway to the bathroom, eyes on your phone as Seungkwan sends you another clip when you collide with someone coming the opposite direction.

"Shit, sorry!" You squeak, looking up as someone steadies your elbow.

The air leaves your lungs. Soonyoung is standing there in a black hoodie and a hat pulled low, cheeks flushed. He smells like a fresh shower and something deeper like wood and leather, the same cologne you smelled earlier.

His grin is big and delighted, leaning back as he looks you up and down. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Are you stalking me?"

"For sure. I knew you would be at this very specific bar that my buddy owns and have chosen it for that specific purpose."

You laugh, breathless. "I mean you did jump the warning track for me."

"It was worth it." Your heart skips a beat as he steps back, eyes glinting. "If this isn't fate, I don't know what is. Can I buy you a drink? One I won't immediately spill on you, I promise."

Your heart trips over itself. He chews on his bottom lip like he's nervous - like he's not a star fucking athlete - and you feel yourself fall immediately. You glance over your shoulder where you can see Seungkwan and Junhui gaping - not even pretending to be looking elsewhere. Seungkwan gives you an exaggerated thumbs up and you nearly die on the spot.

You turn to face Soonyoung again. "Yes, you definitely can."

He grins, pleased and a little cocky. He gestures to two stools in the corner of the bar. "Meet me over there. What are you having?"

"Mezcal margarita."

"Woman after my own heart."

In the bathroom, you splash cold water on your neck. You feel your pulse pounding, a giddy energy buzzing through you alongside the alcohol. You have no idea why the fates have sent Soonyoung crashing into you twice tonight, but you're eager to let them string you along until they cut your cord.

Back out in the bar, you subtly point toward where Soonyoung is sitting when Junhui and Seungkwan look at you. You ignore their wild gestures and fist pumps as you snake through the crowd to find Soonyoung sitting at the far corner of the bar, his back to the brick wall.

You slide into the stool next to him and he looks up from his phone, grinning. He slides your drink over to you. "Thought you got lost."

Soonyoung looks good. He's relaxed in the corner, hoodie sleeves pushed up his forearms, hat shadowing his eyes. There's a smug little curve to his mouth that makes your stomach flip as you settle on the stool and he slides a drink over to you.

"Had to stop hyperventilating first," you tease, sipping the drink. It's strong like you like it. "Seeing my own face on the TV is kind of new. I nearly died." On cue, the TV above you has the highlight and you groan as he laughs. "Can they stop playing it?"

"I like it!"

"Somehow that doesn't shock me."

"Hey," he shrugs, sipping his drink. "Not every dag I get to make a solid defensive play and land into a pretty girl's lap in the same ten seconds. Kind of cool."

"Does that usually work for you? Calling people pretty?"

"No." He smirks. "But I'm having a weird night. Figure I'd roll with it."

"Weird how?"

"Weird as in I had a highlight reel night and all I could think about post game was the look on your face."

"That's because you almost severed my legs."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, but you laughed and didn't freak out. I honestly thought I ended you for a second."

"I'm tougher than that, I promise."

Something glints in Soonyoung's eyes, a little dark. Hungry, maybe. He tilts his drink toward you, mouth curving. "I'll toast to that."

For a minute, you just drink side by side. The noise of the bar fills in around you, the clinking glasses and laughter backtracking the comfortable silence. Soonyoung glances over at you and each time, his mouth twitches, fighting a smile. It makes your heart flutter and you try to keep your calm, ignoring the fact that your palms are sweating.

Soonyoung is beautiful up close. Somehow it doesn't surprise you that a star athlete is attractive, but he's the kind of pretty that draws the eye in: full lips that are a little red because he keeps biting the corner of his mouth, intense eyes that pin you to the spot, a carved jaw that offsets softer cheeks.

It's hard not to stare.

"So," he says, leaning his head back against the wall to look down at you. "What were you doing at the game tonight? You a baseball person?"

"Not at all. It was my first game."

"No shit? First game and I jump the warning track. "

"Yep. Seungkwan - that's the one trying not to stare at us - guilt tripped me into coming."

"Ah yes, my favorite demographic." He tilts his head. "Did you like it?"

"Yes, except I flinched every time someone hit the ball."

"Maybe I owe you an apology."

"No!" You laugh. "I just kept thinking the ball was going to hit me next."

"Nah, I'm good at catching balls." You raise your brows and he groans. "Badly worded, alright."

Soonyoung watches your mouth as you take a sip. You pretend not to notice, even though your stomach flutters. When you set the glass down, he shifts a little, knee knocking against yours briefly.

"So what about you," you ask. "Baseball since you were a kid or?"

"Yep. My cousin needed someone to pitch to when we were little. I started hitting and got good at it."

"Do you like it?"

"More than anything else in the world. It makes sense to me the way nothing else does." He hides his face in his hands, laughing. "That sounded so stupid."

"It didn't!"

He drops his hands, his cheeks red. You find it hard to believe someone like Soonyoung is reduced to blushing with you but it makes you feel confident. You nudge his knee with yours.

"It wasn't stupid," you promise. "It sounds nice."

"What about you then?" His knee stays pressed against yours. "What makes sense to you?"

"Most days? Nothing. I like to write though. I write books. So depending on the day everything makes sense or nothing makes sense."

"What about right now? Does right now make sense?"

Right now does make sense. It makes sense the same way gravity does, the inevitable pull to Soonyoung there. You think about how he crashed into you not once but twice tonight, and you can't think of a better word than right to describe it.

You give him a small shrug. "Right now feels easy."

Soonyoung smiles at that. He tilts his glass and taps it lightly against yours. "Good. To easy."

"To easy."

The conversation drifts then, lazy and unhurried. It slides from baseball to hometowns to work to absolutely everything important and nothing important at all. The bar hums around you but you lose yourself to the sound of Soonyoung's voice, leaning against the bar as he orders another round mid-story from his childhood.

Somewhere along the way, both of your knees stay pressed together. Neither one of you moves, facing each other as you talk. Another round appears, the neon sign buzzing above your heads faintly. You notice Soonyoung watching your hands, your mouth, your eyes - not aggressive, just interested.

It makes the room spin. You've dated enough people to know what want looks like and you see it in Soonyoung. It's subtle but its there simmering beneath the surface, like he's trying to keep it at bay. To be polite. You wish he wouldn't, too afraid to make a move yourself, waiting for him to do it.

Your phone buzzes at some point. You pull it out, the screen bright and blinding.

[SEUNGKWAN]: you good if we leave?

[SEUNGKWAN]: you can say no but we dont want to intrude

[YOU]: I think I'm good

[JUN]: UGH makeout already!!!!

[JUN]: Stay safe queen! Text us when you're home

You choke out a laugh and flip your phone facedown. Soonyoung is leaning on his palm, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

"Hmm?" He asks, nudging your knee. "All good?"

"Definitely."

The night starts to wind down but you stay talking. You feel the tension winding tighter and tighter, and by the time last call echoes faintly from the other end of the bar, you're buzzing. You slide off the stool and sway a little. Soonyoung's hand darts out to catch you.

"You good?" He asks.

"Yes," you laugh, breathless. "Sorry, I'm actually not drunk. My leg is a little numb from sitting."

And it's true. The only thing you're a little drunk on is the baseball player who smirks and pays your tab despite your multiple protests, and drops his hand low to the small of your back, barely touching. It ignites a fire in you all the same, your heart racing.

"Let me. walk you out."

The night air hits cool and sharp the moment you step outside. It's uncharacteristically cool for summer, but you don't mind. The bar turns to muffled noise behind you as Soonyoung leads you out onto the sidewalk, side stepping groups of people. He tucks his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, head tipping toward you.

For a moment, you both just stand there. He shifts his weight, eyes darting away as he says, "I had a good time, I'm glad fate made us collide twice."

"Me too."

He glances back at you again. His eyes dip to your lips then back up like he knows he shouldn't have looked. He swallows, suddenly nervous. "I want to um-" he breaks off for a second and laughs. "Oh my god, I can't even get it out."

"What?"

"I want to ask you something kind of forward but I don't want to come off as a dick. He thinks about it. "It's gonna come out awful."

You smirk. "How forward?"

"Like hey, do you want to come over forward?"

The words hit you below the belt, low and warm. You take half a step closer to him, smelling his cologne. You can feel the heat radiating from him, a shiver sliding down your spine.

"You already launched yourself into my lap," you point out. He groans and you grin. "And that didn't scare me away. So I think it's safe to say I like forward."

He looks down at you, eyes dark. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

There's a heartbeat where neither of you moves. His eyes trace your face and his mouth slides into a smirk. "Alright. Come over."

"Okay."

Grinning, Soonyoung lifts and hand to cup your jaw, gentle but sure. You suck in a breath as he leans in to kiss you, mouth warm and careful. He pauses like he's waiting to see if you'll pull away, but when you don't, he deepens it slightly, lips parting against yours.

The streetlamp hums overhead as you lean into him, hands finding his arms. He kisses you slow and lazy like he has all the time in the world, mouth tasting faintly of lime.

He pulls back a fraction, breath unsteady. "Let's go."

The Uber arrives in under two minutes. Soonyoung opens the door for you, hand brushing the small of your back as you slide in. He gets in on the other side, pulling the door shut and shuffling toward you as he greets the driver.

The city is beautiful at night. The street lamps wash the sidewalks in pockets of gold, reflecting in the metal shutters of storefronts. It's a week day so the world outside is slower, only stray people staggering down sidewalks and riding bikes.

Inside the car it's quiet save for the soft buzz of the radio and the low thrum of the engine. You sit close but not touching, your knees angled toward each other. Your pulse is still hammering, the electricity from the kiss humming along your skin.

Soonyoung shifts slightly, his thigh brushing yours. He rests his hand on your leg - light and hesitant. He looks at you for reassurance and when you grin, he smiles back, his hand turning to a warm, relaxing weight above your knee. His thumb draws slow, thoughtless circles against the fabric of your jeans and it takes everything in you not to shiver at the touch.

He leans back in the seat, turning his head just enough to look at you. The passing lights skim across his face, catching the edge of his jaw, the line of his mouth, the faint flush on his face. You think of the kiss, your eyes darting to his mouth again.

"You okay?" he murmurs.

"Definitely."

He smiles, squeezing your leg slightly.

You look out the window, watching the city pass by in blurs of lights. You pretend to be appreciating the view, but you're hyper aware of every breath he takes and every sweep of his thumb. You're nearly shaking, your nerves frayed.

Ten minutes feel like thirty. Or three. It's hard to tell when your heart is beating in your throat. You hadn't planned for your night to go like this but you can't help but feel right - like everything makes sense.

When the car slows in front of his building, you're surprised. It's a modest mid-rise building tucked into a discreet neighborhood. It's not flashy like you thought it would be.

Soonyoung thanks the driver and gets out, rounding the car to meet you as you slide out. He reaches for your hand, curling his fingers around yours, giving your hand a squeeze. You feel drunk off of him as he leads you inside, steps sure and easy.

The lobby smells faintly of cedar and cleaner, empty save for a single security guard who waves at Soonyoung with familiarity. You have a single moment of wondering how many girls Soonyoung has brought back here before you shove it away while climbing into the elevator.

Soonyoung keeps you close but says nothing. It's not awkward, but it's warm. His fingers stay linked with yours until he's fishing keys out of his hoodie and shouldering open his apartment, letting you in.

His apartment isn't at all what you expected.

It's tidy but lived-in. The entryway opens into a wide living room with deep wooden floors and tall windows overlooking the city. A low couch sis angled toward a TV mounted on the wall, a throw blanket tossed over the back. The walls are linked with framed game photographs and family photos. You grin at young Soonyoung in little league posing in the dugout.

"Sorry it's a little messy," he says. He kicks off his shoes. "I don't really bring people over so I don't clean much and I kind of live out of a suitcase during season."

"It's actually nice." You toe off shoes like he gestures for you too. "Smells like you."

And it does. There's a woody smell in the air, immediately familiar.

"Water?" he asks, trailing toward the kitchen.

"Definitely."

You follow him into a kitchen that is bright with pale cabinets. A bowl of fruit sits on the counter next to an ungodly amount of sports drinks and protein powders. He tells you to ignore them and opens the fridge with a grin, grabbing two bottles of water to hand you one.

It's cold in your palm and as you lean against the counter and gulp it down, he steps a little closer. He has the same look on his face he's had all night, like he's trying to hold back.

"What is it?" You ask, twisting the cap back on the water. "You look like you want to say something."

"I'm usually not so bad at this."

"At what?"

"Talking to girls." You grin, brows raised and he groans, head dropping back. "Sorry, that was lame."

"It's cute." He sighs dramatically and you laugh, nudging him with the end of your water bottle. "It is. Out with it. You can say what you want."

"I wanted to say I don't expect you to like…" He licks his lips. "We can just have a drink. Or chat. Or whatever. That would be fine. I didn't bring you here to do anything you don't want to do. That's all."

You look up at him, pulse hammering, and for the first time all night he looks… nervous. Not visibly, but there’s a flicker in his eyes, like he’s bracing for you to pull away.

"I think," you say slowly, heart hammering. "It's my turn to be forward. I wanted you to make a move like… all night. I was too nervous to. Cause you're you and… yeah."

The sound Soonyoung makes is a helpless groan. He steps into your space then, reaching a hand up to cradle your jaw. You let him tilt your face up to his as he crowds you against the counter, pressing his mouth to yours again.

The kiss he gives you is different this time. It's heavier and needier, no hesitation. Finally. Finally. His other hand finds your waist, fingers spreading against your hip, a little greedy. You smile into the kiss leaning up to press into him further.

Your water bottle drops to the floor with a thud, forgotten. You don't care. His thumb strokes the planes of your jaw, slow and deliberate as he parts your mouth with his tongue. You make a little sound in the back of your throat and he pulls away, breathing heavily.

"You're killing me," he whispers.

"Good."

His laugh is throaty. He kisses you again, softer and lingering before he straightens and steps away from you, pulling you with him.

"Come."

He threads his fingers through yours and leads you out of the kitchen and down a softly lit hallway. The smell of him gets stronger when he toes open the door to his bedroom.

The room is bathed in the gentle flow of a beside lamp he left on. There's a massive bed in the center of the room, the bedding a mess of white sheets and a rumpled comforter. It smells faintly of laundry and his woody cologne, the windows cracked to let in the breeze.

He pauses in the doorway, his hand still intertwined with yours, giving you a moment to back out. "You good?"

You nod, stepping closer, the heat from his body drawing you in. "More than."

He smiles, that lopsided grin that's been your undoing all evening, and leans down to capture your lips again. This kiss is slower than the one in the kitchen, more exploratory, like he's savoring the taste of you now that there's no rush.

His lips move against yours with a gentle insistence, parting slightly to deepen it, his tongue brushing yours. You sigh into his mouth, your fingers curling into his hoodie, pulling him closer.

Soonyoung's hands find your waist, sliding under the hem of your shirt just enough to graze the bare skin there. His touch is warm and calloused. He walks you backward slowly, guiding you toward the bed without breaking the kiss. The backs of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you both go down in a tangle of limbs, noses bumping. He laughs against your lips but stays pressed to you.

He props himself up on one elbow, hovering over you. You reach up and knock his hat off backward, earning a grin followed by a throaty moan as you card your fingers through his hair, the inky strands soft.

"You're fucking beautiful," he murmurs. There's no smirky or cocky athlete now. There's just raw honesty that makes you light headed. He dips his head down to kiss your jaw, lips trailing toward your ne ck. "Tell me if anything is too much or you don't like it, yeah?"

"Mhmmm."

You arch into his touch, your hands roaming his back. The muscles shift underneath his hoodie and you tug at the fabric, wanting it gone.

Soonyoung sits back on his heels, pulling the hoodie up and over his head in one motion, revealing a toned chest and arms. He's lean and strong, with a faint constellation of freckles splashed across his shoulders. He tosses his hoodie while you map them with your fingers, inquisitive.

He shivers. "That tickles."

"You're pretty."

He flushes. "Why is it that you turn me into a teenage boy again?"

"You already spilled in my lap, the worst is over."

Soonyoung groans at the double meaning to your words. He shakes his head and kisses you again, deeper this time. His hand slides up your side to push your shirt higher and you let him, only breaking the kiss to help him peel it off.

It's cool in his room, your newly expose skin pebbling. Soonyoung's gaze darkens as he takes you in, his hands roaming across your ribs and stomach, brushing up to cup your breasts through you're bra.

"Fuck you're perfect," he murmurs.

He brushes his thumbs back and forth over your hardening nipples and you gasp, wiggling in his hold. It's not nearly enough friction but the barest hint of it has you thrumming. He smile at the sound, leaning down to kiss the swell of your chest, tongue darting out to taste your skin.

Soonyoung unhooks your bra with ease - a far cry from the nervous boy he was a second ago - and tosses it aside. His mouth descends, his tongue eagerly circling one nipple while his fingers tease the other. It feels so good, your breaths turning sharp and shallow as you thread your fingers through his hair, holding him close. He switches sides, sucking gently, and the sensation shoots right to your core, making you squirm.

"So responsive," he mutters against your skin, laughing. "I love the sounds you make."

He kisses his way back up to your mouth, claiming it while he settles between your legs. You can feel how hard he is, his cock pressing up against your thigh through his jeans. It sends a thrill through you knowing you affect someone like him this much.

Your hands explore too, tracing the lines of his chest and abs, skimming down to. the waistband of his jeans. He groans into your mouth when your fingers brush over the seam of his jeans, hip buckling slightly. "Fuck. Don't tease."

He doesn't have to worry about that - you're impatient, the ache between your legs growing worse. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to grind up against him. He breaks the kiss, burying his face in your neck as he pants.

"Message received," he grinds out.

Soonyoung shifts his weight, one thigh pressed firmly between your legs. You don't hesitate, seeking friction as you grind against him, even through layers of clothes. He watches your face intently, eyes dark as he rocks his thigh against you, mouth curving.

"Like that?" he asks, voice low. "Feels good?"

"Uh-huh."

You clutch at his shoulders, grinding down onto his thigh, the denim rough against you. The seam of your pants hits just right and you tense. He senses it and grins, hands going to your waist to guide your hips against his thigh.

"Fuck," he hisses. "You're so wet I can feel it through your jeans, baby." He leans down to nip your ear and you let out a pitiful sound. "So hot for me already."

Soonyoung works the buttons of your jeans, popping them open with a flick. You lift your hips to help him slide them down with your underwear in one go. The cool air hits your pussy and you whine but Soonyoung's gaze scorches you as he takes in the sight of you underneath him.

"Fucking hell," he breathes, sliding his hands up your thighs. "So pretty."

He slides down to settle between your legs, his breath ghosting over your aching cunt, and you whimper at the feeling. He ignores you, taking his time to kiss the inside of your thighs, nipping lightly.

When his fingers finally brush against you to part your folds, you're dying. He circles your twitching entrance teasingly before sliding one finger inside, slow and deliberate.

"Shit," you breath out, sagging on the bed.

He grins and takes it as a good sign, adding a second finger when you moan. He curls his fingers perfectly, pressing up against your front wall to make you see starts. He starts to pump them, pace lazy, while his thumb circles your clit.

"Tell me what feels good," he murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your thigh.

"Right there," you gasp, his fingers hitting the perfect spot. "Shit, right there please."

He smiles, repeating the motion, his free hand holding your thigh steady. The wet sounds of his fingers is obscene but you don't care, your hips grinding to meet his fingers. He kisses your stomach, your hips, your thighs - anywhere he can reach, fingers working you expertly.

Soonyoung's vocal, murmuring how good you feel, how he loves the way you clench around him. When you come undone, it's with his name on your lips, your body arching off the bed as you squeeze down on his fingers hard.

He withdraws his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste you, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sweet," he says with a grin, before shifting up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You tug at his jeans then, desperate to feel him. "Off," you demand breathlessly, and he chuckles, standing to shuck them off along with his boxers. He's hard and leaking, the sight making your mouth water, but before you can reach for him, he's grabbing a condom from the nightstand drawer.

"No little league Kwon's today," he jokes, ripping the foil open with his teeth.

He settles back between your legs pressing his chest to yours. His skin is warm and you lean up to kiss him, messy and needy. He grins into the kiss, breaking it only to murmur, "I like you."

"Good."

Soonyoung presses in slowly, giving you time to adust. The stretch is a lot but good, filling you completely. You groan when he's fully seated, pressing his forehead to yours as he takes a breath to compose himself.

"I'm going to die if I come right now," he laughs. "Fuck my life."

You clench around him, pussy squeezing and he growls. "Yeah?"

"Don't do that," he whines.

Before you can do it again, he starts moving, slow thrusts that drag against your walls. You melt into the bed, fingers resting on his biceps as he fucks you gently against the mattress. He brings up one hand to cup your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple to make you twitch.

"So fucking good," he whispers. "You take me so well."

Soonyoung's weight presses you into the mattress, his eyes eyes locked on your as he fucks you slow and deep. Your breath stutters as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He picks up his pace slightly, sweat beading on his brow, muscles flexing under your fingers.

Your hand scratch down his back, urging him on. He responds to your touch, thrusting harder, the mattress creaking beneath you. He works you up to another orgasm and you feel it low in your belly, hanging right over the precipice. He notices and grins, grinding his hips into yours just right to send you over the edge, seizing up under him as you come.

"Fuck," he gasps. "Sound so fucking pretty when you come. Fuck."

Soonyoung doesn't hesitate. He pulls out out of you and slides down your body, surprising you. You lift your head, a question on your lips but it dies the second his tongue presses against your pussy.

"Oh fuck," you gasp, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Fucking Christ - Soonyoung."

He hums, pleased as he sucks your clit gently into his mouth. His fingers press you open and you whimper, his tongue gently but sparking your oversensitivity as he tastes you leisurely.

"Tastes so good," he mumbles, words muffled by your slick folds. His tongue circles your clit gently, chasing another orgasm. "Come for me again, baby. I want it."

You let out a pitiful sound as you do exactly as he asks, coming for him again. You feel your cunt pulse, your thighs closing around his head as he sucks at you greedily.

By the time he kisses back up to your mouth, you're barely alive, panting and sweaty and a mess. He brushes the hair from your face delicately. "You okay?"

"Yes," you rasp. "I think I met god."

"Was he the right fielder for the Cubs?"

You smack him and he laughs. He bends down to kiss you but you dodge him, rolling over under neath him to get on your knees, pressing back toward him. "Like this," you say, looking over your shoulder at him."

His eyes darken. "Yeah? This how you want it baby?"

"Uh-huh."

"Say less."

His hands grip your hips as he slides in, the angle deeper than before. You cry out and he bites into your shoulder lightly, playful. His tongue soothes the bite, sweeping against your salty skin as he fucks you slowly, his chest flush against your back.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pressing his hand between your legs to press his fingers against your clit. He doesn't do anything - just keeps the pressure there, the slide from his thrusts enough to stimulate you until you're seeing white.

"Feel good?" He whispers into your ear, breath hot.

"Fuck," you answer, voice cracking. "So good Soonyoung, holy shit."

His pace builds, the hand on your waist pulling you back to meet him. He kisses your neck, your shoulders - anywhere he can press his mouth, murmuring how amazing you feel, how much he loves the way you come for him. It drives you fucking crazy and before long, you think you're going to come again.

"Come with me," he whispers, hips snapping. "You can do another."

Turns out, he's right. You come together, teeth clenched as you do. He growls out your name, hips slowly before he stops, the two of you panting together. You can feel his heartbeat hammering through where your back is pressed to his chest, beating in time with yours.

"Fuck," he rasps. "I'll move in a minute, I need a second." He kisses your shoulder, soft and delicate. "It's an off day tomorrow. We can sleep in."

"Wow, inviting me to sleep over, huh?"

He laughs. "I went off the warning track for you. We're definitely into sleep over territory."

"So you admit it was on purpose."

"I admit it was fate," he murmurs. He nuzzles your neck, sighing. "The benefits happened to be entirely circumstantial."

Spent, you stay in his arms until he finals falls to the side, the two of you exhausted an drifting toward sleep.

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The August sun is low in the sky, slanting cold across the ivy walls. Seungkwan is still droning about the ice cream machine nearest to your seats being broken, and you're pretty sure Junhui is too preoccupied checking his 50/50 raffle ticket numbers to be paying attention to Seungkwan's complaints.

It's a breezy summer evening and the Cubs are up by one in the top of the seventh with the bases loaded, two outs, full count. The batter fouls one straight back, making everyone - including you - duck as the ball hits the net before coming back down. The next time the bat connects, it sends the ball straight down the right-field line, high and slicing.

Soonyoung is already moving. He explodes toward the warning track exactly like he did that night, cleats chewing up grass. For a split second you think he's going to repeat that first night and leap up into the stands, but this time he jumps and snatches the ball, landing with a skid on the warning track.

The ballpark detonates. Seungkwan is screaming and Junhui is shaking you by the shoulders. Somewhere, a kid is crying because he dropped his hot dog. But you're only looking at a single person.

The Cubs' right fielder straightens slowly as he starts heading toward the dugout. He turns briefly, looking over his shoulder - not at where he caught the ball - but right at you. He gives you the same lopsided grin he always does before tapping two fingers to his lips and flicking them outward toward you.

From behind, someone screams "GET A ROOM!"

Seungkwan turns around in his seat, red in the face. "THEY ALREADY HAVE ONE DIP SHIT!"

Soonyoung laughs. You can see the crinkle in his eyes from where you sink down in your seat, covering your face. He taps the brim of his cap in a tiny salute only meant for you before jogging into the dugout to switch to the bottom of the seventh.

The scoreboard flips to the bottom of the seventh, and the organist starts Sweet Caroline, urging thousands of voices to sing off-key. All you can hear is the sound of your own heartbeat though, glancing at the left over footprints from Soonyoung on the warning track.

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this characterization of hoshi is so boyishly charming, i had such a good time reading it😭 their banter felt light and fun, but simultaneously charged and exciting. And the smut…. wow😮‍💨 i love the way you write, thank you for sharing this!

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pls the compliment they gave u was so sweet but the sad face 😭😭 while i definitely think writing can be a natural gift and talent, it’s still also practiced !! but i think u have a talent for writing for sure. i love ur wording and detailing, and just the fact that u write for piwon too.. sighs happily. it’s so exciting to see more fics for them!!! so thank u for sharing >.<

😭😭 yes writing definitely takes a lot of practice, even just to work out your own personal style, it’s both fun and challenging but soooo rewarding! thank you so much for the kind words🥹🥹 i’m super excited to share more fics about piwon!! i love them sooooo bad and i’m so happy a lot of people have found their way to stanning then recently (they grow up so fast…🤧). hopefully we get a lot more p1ece writers on this platform because of it!

aside from headcanons, i’ve got an idea for jiung begging to be written and another bigger project i’ll keep under the wraps for now👀… but expect Things in the future!

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idk if this is weird, but is it possible to write headcannons of p1harmony’s reaction to you not ready to do anything more than kissing? i’m especially looking for jongseob but i’m curious to see how you would portray the other members too!

p1harmony when you’re not ready for sex:

warnings: mildly suggestive, but not really tbh. all very sweet!

a/n: thanks for the request! hopefully this is what you were kinda picturing~ enjoyyyy

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☆ keeho:

it’s pretty easy to get keeho worked up, and you look so gorgeous in your outfit that he gets a bit carried away when you kiss him, hands sliding to your hips and lips hungry on yours. is already pretty talkative, so he’s constantly asking what you want from him. if you stop him at any point, he’s instantly respecting your boundaries and going a different route.

when you tell him you’re not ready to go any further, he is very receptive and immediately makes sure you never feel like you can’t say no. “it’s whatever you want, babe. we’ll take that step when you’re ready.” reminds you how obsessed he is with you and that that won’t change, no matter what.

☆ theo:

theo is a very sensitive lover who deeply cares about your comfort above anything else. when you’re making out on the couch and he feels each kiss deepen, his hands sliding up your back, yours on his chest, he tells you he wants to go further and leaves it up to your discretion.

when you tell him you’re not ready, he immediately nods, “that’s more than okay, love.” changes the topic or eases the tension with a joke or another question, moving on quickly so that you don’t even have a second to overthink or feel bad for any reason, kissing your hair and looking at you with eyes full of adoration.

☆ jiung:

jiung pulls you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss as it grows deeper, needier, wanting. before anything even starts to go further, jiung’s already asking how you feel, if you’re comfortable taking things to the next step. communication is extremely important to jiung and he’s always on top of it, never running the risk of making you uncomfortable.

when you let him know you’re not ready yet, he brushes your hair aside and kisses you sweetly. “that’s okay, honey, we go at your pace.” will reassure you intently if you feel bad about it, reminding you that nothing matters more than your comfort to him. finds other ways to make you feel extra loved in the moment, whether through gentle touch or verbally saying he loves you.

☆ intak:

intak can get a little overzealous when it comes to you, he’s just so obsessed with you. his hands roam while his mouth ravages yours, and his brain is on autopilot until you pull away and call his name.

stops instantly, immediately worried he overstepped your boundaries. when you assure him it’s okay, but you’re just not ready to have sex yet, he nods and is apologetic. “i’m sorry if i pressured you. you know we don’t have to do anything unless you want to, right?” nuzzles his face into your neck or chest and lightly kisses you there, murmuring sweet words and telling you he adores you and will wait as long as you need.

☆ soul:

kissing soul is typically very sweet and tender, but today he just needs you so desperately he can’t help but be a little more handsy. as his hands wander your body and linger at your waist, silently question, you pull away. his eyes immediately lift to you, giving you full attention as you quietly tell him you’re not comfortable going any farther.

soul instantly smiles, nods, and says a simple, “okay, baby.” lightly kisses your nose and then all over your face. doesn’t make a big deal about it at all, cause he just wants to be close to you so it doesn’t matter to him what that entails, as long as he gets to hold you tight! also doesn’t want to make a fuss and risk putting any more pressure on you than necessary.

☆ jongseob:

jongseob isn’t the type to let his emotions get the better of him, but something about you makes him lose his cool, fingers sliding behind your neck as his mouth begins to devour yours. still, he’s constantly thinking about your comfort, so the second he recognizes you’re both getting riled up, he’s checking up on you.

at any point you stop him and say you don’t feel ready to go further, he’s immediately understanding. “don’t worry about it. this okay?” will take his time to learn your boundaries in the moment, asking you questions while still loving on you with kisses, hands sliding over your waist, nose pressed to your cheek as he reminds you he’ll take it as slow as you need.

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what skinship flusters p1harmony members the most:

warnings: none!

a/n: this was such a fun request i had a good time with it! enjoy <33

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☆ keeho:

kisses out of nowhere: keeho prides himself on his ability to make you flustered, so it doesn’t often happen to him. when you surprise him with a kiss out of the blue, however, he gets very flustered. tries to play it off with a laugh and a lot of unnecessary yapping that doesn’t quite distract you from the way his ears are fire red and he’s tripping over his words. he just finds it very attractive that you’re able to catch him off guard…

hands on his waist: it just gets him every time, man. you’re curled up together on the couch, and at some point your hands absentmindedly start tracing over his abdomen and along his waistline, and suddenly he can’t focus on anything else but your touch. will either start squirming or try to hold it in, before eventually exploding and grabbing your hands to stop you (or alternatively, pull you to him and pay you back for your mischievous actions)

playing with his hair: because keeho often sees himself as your protector, he would do this a lot to you. but when he’s sitting at his desk and doing some work, and you come up behind him and start playing with his hair, he’s got instant butterflies. your nails on his scalp, your gentle touch, it all makes him crazy, and he has to pretend to feel normal when, in reality, he’s deeply flustered inside.

☆ theo:

kisses on his shoulder: particularly when you’re both curled up in bed, just waking up in the morning. when you wrap your arms around his body from behind, he hums softly, acknowledging you but not wanting to fully wake up quite yet… until he feels your soft lips press gentle kisses to his shoulders. now he has to fight the urge to shift, or say something, or turn around, pin you to the sheets and kiss you stupid. remains in place for as long as he can bear, however, afraid of interrupting you and making you stop; all the while, his heart beating faster and faster.

kisses on his fingers: theo’s minding his own business, doing his own thing, when you take his hand and press a sweet kiss to the tip of his finger. immediately stops whatever he was doing and just stares at you, uncomprehending. you can’t help but laugh, “what?” he doesn’t respond, just shrugs, and goes back to whatever, pretending his brain isn’t going a million miles a minute.

squeezing his hand when you’re nervous: theo, like keeho, sees himself as your personal protector, and holds your hand a lot in crowds or when you’re in public and feeling overwhelmed or stressed. when you squeeze his hand back, and latch yourself to his arm, he can’t help but smile to himself, feeling his cheeks warm. knowing you feel so safe and loved by him tugs intensely at his heart, and gets him down bad like nothing else.

☆ jiung:

hands on his chest: you’re having a conversation with jiung while the two of you help to cook dinner, casually laughing and teasing each other back and forth. the second you get up close to him, and rest your hands on his chest, leaning into him he’s a goner. his entire face burns, ears a violent tomato red, all words vacant from his head. easiest way to break his brain; he quite literally can’t handle how cute and sexy that was at the same time and now all he can think about is pulling you closer and kissing you.

hand quietly slipping into his: it’s such a subtle gesture. jiung’s talking to the rest of the group about something, your body sat next to him on the couch, when he feels your hand silently slip to grab his own and hold it close. knowing something about him in that moment, just existing, made you want to hold his hand makes him feel shy. he wasn’t doing anything special, and the fact that you didn’t even make a big deal about it, you just wanted to hold his hand… he squeezes your hand in return, right as his friends ask him why he forgot what he was about to say DJHFLJ

kissing his cheek: the same logic applies here; it’s such a simple, domestic gesture and that’s why it gets him so bad. especially if you seem to do it casually, like on your way out the door to work, or as a thank you to him, or with an accompanied “i love you.” it just makes his entire day brighter, and makes him want you sooooooo bad. if given the chance, he’ll spin you right back around as you’re walking away in order to give you a proper kiss… or several… and compliment you a million times between pecks.

☆ intak:

kissing him first: intak lovesssssss kissing you more than maybe anything else, and that’s probably why he gets extra flustered when you show the same enthusiasm towards him. he’s talking to you, kinda sweetly kinda flirty, when you suddenly lean in and kiss him. cue intak.exe has stopped working, his eyes big and wide when you pull back, his body frozen in place, his ears bright red. and he’s so endearing because this happens every. single. time. no matter how often you do it.

hands on his shoulders: for SEVERAL reasons; first of all, he loves when you run your hands along his shoulders to admire how broad and big he is, he can’t help but feel shy and flush. he also adores having you cling onto his shoulders because it makes him feel like your personal protector, and that feeling makes him happy like nothing else. his shoulders are also just quite sensitive, so anytime your hands find their way there, his ears are burning and his smile is turning bashful, every thought in his head flying out the window at a simple touch.

smacking his ass: DKHKJFH HEAR ME OUT he just finds you so endearing when you’re playful with him, and it also catches him off guard so bad that he can’t help but be flustered if you smack his ass out of nowhere. especially if you tease him at the same time like DAMN he won’t be able to focus on anything else but you now…

☆ soul:

hands on his thighs: soul is most flustered by small, intimate gestures of affection, and your hand resting casually on his thigh and brushing a thumb up and down makes him the craziest. It’s both sweet, a little possessive, and a little teasing that he can’t help but grin to himself, feeling himself flush when you give him a little squeeze. drives him a little crazy, honestly.

quick kisses: little pecks out of the blue are soul’s favourite love language, so when you start doing the same to him? he’s a goner. especially if you start littering them all over his face, this boy cannot stop blushing and laughing, unable to find the words to protest or respond in any way.

head in the crook of his neck: similar to the first point, soul just loves intimacy with you, and when you bury your head in the crook of his neck, he’s never felt closer. feeling your breath on his skin, feeling the way you blink and rub your cheeks with each nuzzle… he feels shy, but giddy at the same time, and wishes he could stay in that moment forever.

☆ jongseob:

kisses on his neck: you’re curled up together, legs tangled, as jongseob reads and you scroll on your phone. bored, you kiss his cheek, and trail to his neck. jongseob is no longer processing any of the words in his book, heat rising to his face instantly. he doesn’t know what exactly it is about neck kisses that gets him so back, but when he feels your smile by his pulse point, he’s setting the book down and focusing on more important things.

head on his chest: especially when you’re both sleepy or feeling lazy, and you move to rest your head on his chest. you can hear his heart rate speed up; he’s very glad you can’t see the way he’s holding back a smile, warmth filling his body. it just makes him feel safe and loved to have your head rested on him. will rub circles on your back and along your arm in deep content.

brushing his hair out of his eyes: if you reach up and casually brush his bangs from his eyes, jongseob will instantly fold. the fact that you pay such close attention to him that you’d notice something so small makes him feel beyond shy. and the gentleness of the action is so endearing and sweet that jongseob will literally look at you with hearts in his eyes, itching to pull you closer to him and respond with his own affection in response.

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heloo, its my first time making a request and i was wondering if maybe u could write piwon ot6 when they're jealous?? could be smut if thats ok with you:P

p1harmony members getting jealous!

warnings: the last bullet point for each member is explicit smut (minor dni!), there’s also a bit of swearing

a/n: thank you for the request (and sorry it took so long💀) please enjoy! these all got kinda long NSJDJDJF

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☆ keeho:

keeho is soooooo chill honestly, definitely the least likely member to feel jealous. he doesn’t really ever get jealous because he really doesn’t feel threatened or upset by someone else flirting at you or anything, he knows he’s yours and you’re his and trusts you’ll let the person know. if someone crosses a line and makes you uncomfortable, he won’t hesitate to put them in their place and make it clear you’re taken, but it’s never out of jealousy, only concern for you and annoyance with the offender for overstepping your boundaries.

perhaps the only time he’d get jealous is before bagging you, when you’re still in the friendship stage and he jealous for any kind of special treatment from you. he’d just really wish he could be the one making you laugh and getting your attention before anyone else. but it’s never angry, it’s more bitterness and sadness than jealousy.

the only other exception to jealousy in your relationship is if you’re apart for a space of time and he sees you out without him. not because he’s even necessarily jealous but again, he’s got major fomo and just wants to be the one making your day, not watching from afar as other people do what should be his job😭

smut: jealous sex very rarely, if ever, happens with keeho just because he isn’t often jealous enough, nor does he often let his emotions get the best of him before he can talk them out. if you try hard enough to bug him, he’ll see right through you and get a little pissed, and that’s probably your best bet with him. “so this was what you were looking for, huh?” he’ll murmur in your ear as you tremble at the feeling of his fingers knuckle-deep in your cunt, whining his name as he inserts himself with a moan. “then take it.”

☆ theo:

theo doesn’t get jealous very often, he’s pretty relaxed about these kinds of things and feels like its pointless to be jealous. the one exception is when another guy gets you to laugh. your laugh is his absolute favourite thing in the world and knowing someone else was able to pull that from you, and multiple times, kinda itches at him. he doesn’t say anything, knowing neither of you actually did anything wrong, but he is eyeing the guy with a less than savory look.

will leave you alone until you notice him looking, and gestures for you to join him. “what?” “nothing.” he insists, while slinging an arm around your waist and drawing you in for a kiss. makes a dumb joke to see that laugh for himself, and instantly feels better just seeing it directed at him again.

theo just sees you as the light of his life and wants to be that for you, so as long as you’re giving him a fair amount of attention, he’s good. when you’re not, he’ll subtly bring your focus back to him, and chill out instantly.

smut: jealous sex almost never happens with theo either, as he’d much rather talk through his emotions or give them time to settle than let them get the better of him. even when you’re egging him on, he doesn’t fall for the bait and simply ignores you or walks away. you’d probably have to be really explicit about your desire for him to fuck his frustration out on you, and when he does, he won’t say much, just holds your body down as he pumps harshly into you, talking you quietly through it, holding your hands above your head and abusing your pussy until you’re crying and shaking.

☆ jiung:

when jiung gets jealous, it’s very quiet. you’re standing in a group, and one of the guys keeps trying to catch your attention without you realizing, and every time you laugh at a joke he tells, jiung’s body tenses. it just bothers him, and he can’t even pinpoint exactly why, since nothing’s really happening, except that he doesn’t like that your attention is constantly being encroached on by this other guy.

however, he doesn’t want to show that he’s jealous, and will keep it to himself, sulking a little bit until you notice. it’s easy to reassure him; a hand in his and a smile in his direction is usually enough to make him feel better and ease his anxieties, reminding him that he’s not left out; but if the guy is persistent, jiung may get worked up again and take things up a notch, an arm circling your waist tightly, tucking a bit of hair behind your ear, kissing the back of your hand, eyes sliding to the guy to make his position clear.

he won’t say anything to you directly until you’re out of there, not wanting to be disruptive or to upset you. will quietly tell you what bothered him, not because you did anything wrong, but just to talk it out of his system and receive a bit more reassurance from you. otherwise he might ruminate if left to his own devices and take a little bit to get the annoyance out of his head. when this happens, you just need to distract him with kisses, cuddles and the like. it’ll work wonders.

smut: jealous sex with jiung happens on occasion. he’s an emotional person, and sometimes it just gets the best of him. when he knows you’re down for it, jiung edges you to the point of tears, coaxing ragged moans from your throat and telling you to wait to come until he tells you to, all while rubbing your clit in tight circles and snapping his hips into yours. the sound of his name broken on your lips does so much for him when he was jealous just moments ago.

☆ intak:

easily the most jealous member in the group. if someone so much as looks at you with any perceived flirtatious intention, intak’s shifting in his seat, fighting against the demons in his head. mostly just because he thinks you’re the most perfect person in the world and of course any guy would see that about you, and he doesn’t want them to even try anything on you. will often stick close to you when you’re out and make it obvious you’re taken with a hand around your waist or clasped tightly in yours, and a kiss on your temple.

if you leave his side for a bit while the two of you are out, intak makes sure to keep a bit of an eye on you, not because he doesn’t trust you but because it would just kill him if some guy tried something and didn’t know you were already taken. he knows you’ll tell the guy yourself, but it irks him that the guy even thought about it or attempted something in the first place KHKJHF

never makes it your problem; however, he will be extra clingy and touchy when you’re out of there and back at his place or yours. just attaches himself to you, wants to be as close as possible to you, holding you and kissing you to make himself feel a little better. he’s just upset at the idea of someone else vying for your attention when it should be him!

smut: jealous sex definitely happens with intak, and it’s fast and intense. he’ll strip you himself, mouth focusing on your neck and mouth to suck and bite at, leaving some hickies in the process (and asks for marks from you, too, for good measure). his emotions rise to the surface and he just needs to fuck you immediately. will grind against your ass and smack it, telling you to take him, groaning all through it, pounding into you fast and hard. alternatively, he’s a big fan of having you suck him off…

☆ soul:

soul is also someone who is easily jealous, mostly because he just adores you so much that he wants to be around you all the time and be the center of your attention at any given moment. won’t be jealous immediately when your attention is directed elsewhere, but after a while he gets quiet and shifts closer to you, silently asking for you to look at him or hold his hand.

it’s pretty easy to ease soul’s mind if you stick close to him, or throw him a smile every once in awhile; as long as he’s in the loop, that’s typically good enough for him. if he continues to feel on the outskirts, however, he’s quite sulky and can get a little petty, getting a little passive aggressive to any questions or conversation directed his way.

when you’re alone again, you’ll need to approach soul first, because otherwise he’ll just be stuck in a loop with his emotions and thoughts all tangled together in a worried knot. all he really needs is you to play with his hair and tell him you love him, and he’ll be right as rain, kissing you back and calling you “mine” with a proud smile on his lips. he wasn’t ever upset with you, just missing your warm eyes on his, your smile directed at him.

smut: jealous sex only happens once in awhile, mostly when kissing you doesn’t make him feel close enough to you. He has to be really upset to get to this point, and it will be a lot of rutting against your heat and whispered words on your skin before anything progresses further. would love it if you took the lead, murmuring praises to him and reminding him just why he’s the center of your world, the same way you’re his.

☆ jongseob:

jongseob is the type to gaslight himself into thinking he doesn’t feel very jealous when he is, in fact, a pretty jealous person JKDHHD especially if he was already talking to you or standing close to you when another guy approaches you. even if it isn’t flirtatious by nature, it just pisses him off to see you smiling and chatting with another guy… not that he’s jealous, of course, he’d tell himself. the guy just shouldn’t have interrupted. why is he here, bothering you? what’s his deal?

really has to confront himself and come to terms with his jealousy when you ask him if he’s okay, not even realizing initially how quiet he’s gotten. says he’s fine, mostly because he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of anything or bother you with his petty emotions, but will grab your hand and engage you in other conversation now that he’s got your attention back so that your focus remains on him.

as long as he gets your attention back, he’s happy, but isn’t above side eyeing the guy and responding rather coldly if he comes close again. once you’re out of there, he’ll probably admit to being a little jealous and feeling kinda bad about it, but all he requires is your affection to set him straight again. is very happy to let a makeout session act as an olive branch, satisfied that your focus is now 100% on him and him only <3

smut: jealous sex with jongseob doesn’t happen super often, since he likes to deal with his emotions himself and rarely lets them run loose like that. on the occasion he feels like it, though, he’ll spend a lot of time working the both of you up to it, making out for a good while before anything else happens. will run his hands allllll over your body to remind himself you’re all his, and loves when you do the same as he slides into you, losing himself in the feeling of your warm walls around him, the sound of his name on your tongue as he hushes you and quietly groans in your ear, pushing you both closer to the edge.

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pet names p1harmony would call their s/o:

warnings: none!

a/n: i swear i’m getting to the asks in my inbox but this has been sitting in my drafts for literal years SJDHJDFJ

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☆ keeho: babe/beautiful:

the nicknames “babe” and “beautiful” both feel easy, casual and a little flirty at the same time. keeho would love to make you flustered at every opportunity he can. “babe” is typically used more often in very casual situations where he’s just trying to get your attention or ask you something, whereas “beautiful” is saved for special occasions and moments where he feels particularly enamoured by you. either way, he gets so accustomed to calling you by both nicknames that you begin to forget what your name actually is😭

type to say things like: “hey there, beautiful.” “babe, what was that?” “i missed you today, beautiful.”

☆ theo: love/angel:

theo probably doesn’t call you by pet names very often, actually treasuring your name as a sweet name of its own. however, especially when you’re both in deep conversation or sharing a tender moment, he’ll use names like “love” and “angel” to emphasize his affection for you. might even dramatize a bit, calling you “the love of my life, my angel sent from heaven,” and although he mostly says it to make you laugh, he really means every word.

type to say things like: “you look so pretty today, my love” “you mean the world to me, angel” “what do you need, love?”

☆ jiung: honey/baby:

jiung is initially a little embarrassed about calling you by any pet names (or vice versa, you using a pet name for him), but eventually grows fond of calling you sweet names like “honey” or “baby,” especially when it’s just the two of you. both nicknames slowly start to slip out in casual conversation, or when he’s sleepy and clinging to you, or when he can’t contain how much he adores you. these nicknames come out most often when he is taking care of you in some way, but soon enough it becomes a natural, domestic part of your relationship; although if you tease him for it he’ll get shy and blush every time.

type to say things like: “good morning, baby.” “i’ve got it, honey.” “need anything, baby?”

☆ intak: baby/sweetheart:

intak ends almost every sentence he speaks to you with a pet name of some form. probably the most diverse of all the members, using a variety of nicknames to refer to you. his most frequent favourites, however, are cute names like “baby” and “sweetheart.” likes how shy it makes you, and gets really excited if you call him by the same nickname back. he just loves openly adoring you and pet names is a really simple, but meaningful, way of doing that.

type to say things like: “hi, baby!” “you look so pretty, baby” “come here, sweetheart.”

☆ soul: baby/???

soul doesn’t call you by nicknames all that much honestly. like theo, your name or a short form of your name is something he treasures because your name is just so YOU that he can’t think of a word better for you. experiments with the classic “baby,” and will call you as such when he sweetly compliments you… but as your relationship progresses, he’ll quickly pick a random word to associate you with and begins to call you almost exclusively by that. it’s probably something like your favourite colour or a type of food you love, but it’s uniquely you, in the same way your name is, and it’s something only he could ever call you, so it sticks. and it makes him super happy whenever he gets to call you by it.

type to say things like: “oh, you look really cute baby…” “look, [insert nickname], i got these for you.” “you’re really important to me, okay, [insert nickname]?”

☆ jongseob: love/babe:

jongseob is also the type to use nicknames sparsely, usually only in quiet moments or times when he’s feeling especially endeared or vulnerable. to spare himself the cringe of excessive nicknames, he sticks with classics like “love” or “babe,” and typically switches equally between the two. it takes awhile for him to get used to saying them, but gains confidence when he realizes how much you like them. begins to whisper it in your ear whenever he’s hugging you or saying i love you, just to make you smile.

type to say things like: “come here, babe.” “do you need anything, love?” “i love you, babe.”

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how do yyou mmanage to write do well and coome up with such cooll ideas :'(

i’ve been writing since i could form words into sentences, so it’s basically like breathing to me at this point except even more necessary to my person… that and a deep fascination with human psychology and 0 chill about any interest of mine🤣

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most notably to mention, my asks are currently open for anyone wanting to send in a request, but ONLY for headcanons. and of course i love chatting so don’t be shy to send in any random comments or questions!

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idk if this is weird, but is it possible to write headcannons of p1harmony’s reaction to you not ready to do anything more than kissing? i’m especially looking for jongseob but i’m curious to see how you would portray the other members too!

p1harmony when you’re not ready for sex:

warnings: mildly suggestive, but not really tbh. all very sweet!

a/n: thanks for the request! hopefully this is what you were kinda picturing~ enjoyyyy

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☆ keeho:

it’s pretty easy to get keeho worked up, and you look so gorgeous in your outfit that he gets a bit carried away when you kiss him, hands sliding to your hips and lips hungry on yours. is already pretty talkative, so he’s constantly asking what you want from him. if you stop him at any point, he’s instantly respecting your boundaries and going a different route.

when you tell him you’re not ready to go any further, he is very receptive and immediately makes sure you never feel like you can’t say no. “it’s whatever you want, babe. we’ll take that step when you’re ready.” reminds you how obsessed he is with you and that that won’t change, no matter what.

☆ theo:

theo is a very sensitive lover who deeply cares about your comfort above anything else. when you’re making out on the couch and he feels each kiss deepen, his hands sliding up your back, yours on his chest, he tells you he wants to go further and leaves it up to your discretion.

when you tell him you’re not ready, he immediately nods, “that’s more than okay, love.” changes the topic or eases the tension with a joke or another question, moving on quickly so that you don’t even have a second to overthink or feel bad for any reason, kissing your hair and looking at you with eyes full of adoration.

☆ jiung:

jiung pulls you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss as it grows deeper, needier, wanting. before anything even starts to go further, jiung’s already asking how you feel, if you’re comfortable taking things to the next step. communication is extremely important to jiung and he’s always on top of it, never running the risk of making you uncomfortable.

when you let him know you’re not ready yet, he brushes your hair aside and kisses you sweetly. “that’s okay, honey, we go at your pace.” will reassure you intently if you feel bad about it, reminding you that nothing matters more than your comfort to him. finds other ways to make you feel extra loved in the moment, whether through gentle touch or verbally saying he loves you.

☆ intak:

intak can get a little overzealous when it comes to you, he’s just so obsessed with you. his hands roam while his mouth ravages yours, and his brain is on autopilot until you pull away and call his name.

stops instantly, immediately worried he overstepped your boundaries. when you assure him it’s okay, but you’re just not ready to have sex yet, he nods and is apologetic. “i’m sorry if i pressured you. you know we don’t have to do anything unless you want to, right?” nuzzles his face into your neck or chest and lightly kisses you there, murmuring sweet words and telling you he adores you and will wait as long as you need.

☆ soul:

kissing soul is typically very sweet and tender, but today he just needs you so desperately he can’t help but be a little more handsy. as his hands wander your body and linger at your waist, silently question, you pull away. his eyes immediately lift to you, giving you full attention as you quietly tell him you’re not comfortable going any farther.

soul instantly smiles, nods, and says a simple, “okay, baby.” lightly kisses your nose and then all over your face. doesn’t make a big deal about it at all, cause he just wants to be close to you so it doesn’t matter to him what that entails, as long as he gets to hold you tight! also doesn’t want to make a fuss and risk putting any more pressure on you than necessary.

☆ jongseob:

jongseob isn’t the type to let his emotions get the better of him, but something about you makes him lose his cool, fingers sliding behind your neck as his mouth begins to devour yours. still, he’s constantly thinking about your comfort, so the second he recognizes you’re both getting riled up, he’s checking up on you.

at any point you stop him and say you don’t feel ready to go further, he’s immediately understanding. “don’t worry about it. this okay?” will take his time to learn your boundaries in the moment, asking you questions while still loving on you with kisses, hands sliding over your waist, nose pressed to your cheek as he reminds you he’ll take it as slow as you need.

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