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[cupidjyu]

happy with you

sangyeon x reader

when life gets particularly overwhelming, your boyfriend is always there to distract you.

genre: established relationship, hurt/comfort, burnout, kisses and hugs, sweetie understanding perfect boyfriend sangyeon notes: reader is lowkey me during the time i was gone and busy with school ,, 💕 this is for @winterchimez since we’re both going through sangyeon withdrawals 😞😞 word count: 3.9k

One, two… three…

Your hand lifts up before it comes back down onto the soft sheets of your bed. You hum to yourself. Well, it’s a start, you think before taking a deep breath and counting once again.

One, two, three.

You lift your arm this time. But you find yourself frowning at how it feels like it’s been weighed down by heavy, stubborn weights. You let out a frustrated groan as your head falls back onto the headboard. Shutting your eyes momentarily, you try to find some sense of peace, anything to help get rid of the stupid pounding in your heart, much more burdening than your heavy limbs that refuse to move. Yet, the darkness that you see only makes it worse.

You blink your eyes open and stare at the wall of the bedroom. Your gaze wanders across the blank space until it lands on a small photo, framed and perched perfectly so that it’s one of the first things you see when you wake up. It’s a picture of your boyfriend, Sangyeon, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’re smiling and so is he. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to recreate that same smile, yet your face feels numb.

Then, you lift your head slightly to stare at the mess of the bed you created over the span of just a day. There’s a book, thrown off to the side, with only a few pages read. Then, there’s your computer, still at ninety percent because you only used it for a good thirty minutes. Your phone is beside you. It’s open to one of your social media apps yet you liked one single post so far.

You’ve tried everything to be somewhat productive, to do something with the free day that you have. You wanted to distract yourself from your racing mind yet nothing has worked and you continue to feel awfully restless. 

To be frank, your week full of stress and despair is over. The countless assignments that you needed to turn in, the group project that didn’t get done until the very last day, the coworker who had belittled you… technically, it was all over. You should feel relieved, really, but instead you feel agitated and unable to relax. It’s almost like the adrenaline that has coursed through your body during that week still hasn’t left, leaving you anxious, almost paranoid.

You blink back a few tears and let out a low sigh. 

There’s nothing you can do.

So you just wait.

Wait for what? You wonder.

Your eyes land on that picture again. Maybe… Sangyeon? He is coming home soon, after all. Your heart skips a beat at the thought, but it settles back into its normal pace soon after. You would hate to bother him, especially because he was supposed to be practicing today.

The image of his worried face is what leads you to slowly lift your body out of bed. It’s difficult and heavy, but you manage to do it. You yawn and stand up, your muscles feeling tight. Maybe you should find something else to keep you busy so that when Sangyeon comes home, he won’t notice your previous state.

You nod to yourself and walk out of the bedroom, setting your mind on organizing the kitchen drawers. But, as soon as you begin walking down the hall, you find Sangyeon exiting the bathroom, his hair slightly damp as he dries it with a towel. 

You freeze.

Huh.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear him come home and wash up.

Sangyeon notices you almost immediately, and just as quickly, his eyes light up. He sets the towel down nearby and walks over to you like an eager puppy. Your heart thumps, which is a little funny because the two of you have been dating for a while, long enough to move in together and spend every lovely morning and evening as a pair.

Then, he immediately pulls you into a hug, scooping you into his arms as he nuzzles into your neck. Your breath halts for a second before you melt into his hold. Though it takes all your strength to try not to burst into tears right then and there. He smells good, fresh from a shower and just like home. 

A few moments pass before Sangyeon leans away and gives you a quick kiss.

“I missed you,” he whispers, his voice full of warmth. He always says this. He could spend a mere hour away from you, and he’ll still tell you about how much he was thinking of you. His hand comes up to your hair, and he soothingly strokes his fingers through it. “How was your day, beautiful?”

Your chest feels tight as you look away. “It was great,” you lie. “Quite boring actually. I’ve done literally nothing today.” Well, that isn’t a lie.

Sangyeon only smiles wider. “Relaxing is also good, you know.” His eyes soften, and he swipes a thumb under your eye, as if he’s noticed how tired you are. “I’ve noticed how hard you’ve worked this past week.”

You give him a weak smile and shake your head, already feeling nervous about burdening him with concern. “That’s just… how it is. There’s nothing to worry about.”

That doesn’t seem to help, as Sangyeon only gives you a careful look. But, he doesn’t mention it anymore as he says, “If you say so.”

The two of you just stare at each other, almost awkwardly and unsurely. Your heartbeat picks up, anxiously, your mind racing about how he’s noticed and he’s going to be bothered.

Sangyeon almost always notices when you’re feeling off. It’s almost like some sort of superpower. He can tell you’re uncomfortable at a social event, and he’ll subtly pull you closer to him. He can tell when you’re tired, and he’ll offer his shoulder for you to lean on.

It’s pretty clear that he’s noticed now.

But he’s not saying anything about it.

It’s perplexing, but at the same time, you feel a little relieved, knowing that if you started talking about it at this moment, you’d probably burst out into tears.

“Well, gorgeous,” Sangyeon speaks up with a soft tone. “I’m free for the rest of the evening. Anything you want to do?”

You let out a sigh, your chest lightening. Then, you think for a moment. Is there anything you wanted to do? You give him a shy look. Really, you just wanted to spend time with him, however that may be.

Sangyeon laughs, giving you a teasing look. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“Hm?” You step away with a small smile. “What am I thinking?”

Your boyfriend shrugs, but you can tell he’s eager to say it. He’s always eager to give you attention, no matter the circumstance. When he’s working at home and you stop by to give him a kiss, again, like an eager puppy, he’ll excitedly turn his head and ask for another one. If he’s tired and it’s late at night, but he sees that you’re still up working, he’ll stay with you. Sometimes, he’ll watch you with an admiring face, which makes you a little nervous at times.

He steps forward and leans in. “You want to be with me.”

You roll your eyes, ignoring the hot feeling that spreads across your face. “Of course I do. We’re dating.”

“That’s true.” Sangyeon gives you a proud look.

“Well, is there anything you want to do?”

“I want to be by your side, my gorgeous.” He grins. 

“Doing what?”

He pauses and gives you a sheepish look. “I didn’t get that far in my plans.”

You burst out laughing as you reach for the nearby towel and begin to finish drying off his hair. He leans into your touch as he looks at you with complete endearment.

“I’ll think of something, just give me a moment.”

You smile at him. “Take your time, mister.” You continue to dry his hair as you take the opportunity to admire your boyfriend’s handsome face up close. It doesn’t help that he looks adorably focused, thinking of something to do with you. Sometimes, you wonder how you’ve gotten so lucky. 

“Ah,” he breathes. You pause, letting your hand fall to your side, still holding onto the towel. Sangyeon looks down and takes it from you, setting it on the bathroom handle before taking your hand in his. “Well, you know how I went to practice my singing today?” He asks with a smile.

You nod because yes, he always likes to relay his plans for the day to you before he leaves the apartment, which you find endearing.

“Mhm, what about it?”

“I took some videos of the new songs I was practicing. They’re on my phone, and I need to monitor them. If you want to… with me…” He gives you a hopeful look. He’s shy as well. He’s always shy when it comes to his singing, which is a little baffling because his voice is beautiful. In fact, it was one of the main reasons why you had such a large crush on him.

“Of course,” you answer. Just as shyly, you lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I’d love to.”

Sangyeon gives you an excited look. “Just… don’t judge if my voice cracks. Some of the songs were kind of out of my range.” 

You giggle as he tugs your hand and leads you in the direction of your shared bedroom. But, just as you’re about to reach the door, you freeze and your breath hitches, remembering that you’ve left all your failed attempts of distracting yourself–the book, computer, your phone, probably a few unopened snacks–on the bed.

Sangyeon notices your hesitance and instead of asking what’s wrong, he opens the door, peeks into the room, and turns back to face you. He gives you a gentle, soothing smile before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the very tip of your nose. Then, without a word, he enters the room and proceeds to pick everything up off the bed. He puts the book back on its shelf, sets your computer and your phone on the bedside table, and places the snacks on the desk.

You watch, completely shocked, as he sits down on the bed and gestures to you to join him. 

“I…”

Sangyeon grins. “What are you waiting for, darling?”

You let out a shaky breath at the nickname before carefully walking over to the bed, sitting next to him. You gulp nervously. “Sorry for not cleaning up.”

“It’s no problem at all. I’m always going to be here.” For you. “To help you clean up.” But, you know what he really means.

You nod quietly and sit back against the headboard, trying to forget the fact that previously, you’ve sat here for hours, wallowing in a feeling that you couldn’t even describe. You watch as Sangyeon pulls out his phone and turns on the first video.

“Are you ready?” Sangyeon asks, a shy smile on his face.

“Always.”

“Don’t expect too much.”

You giggle. “Okay, handsome.”

Intrigued, you scooch closer, and Sangyeon welcomes you, leaning his shoulder against yours. In the video, he’s in the studio, looking at what you assume is a screen with the lyrics. He sings beautifully into the microphone in his hand. You can already feel your chest lighten as you admire him, his everything–from his lovely voice, handsome face, and soft gaze. He messes up the lyrics a few times, yet that only makes it more perfect. He’s perfect.

The first video comes to the end and Sangyeon nervously turns to you. You look up at him and give him an encouraging smile.

“So… what did you think?” He asks with his soft voice, one that you know is capable of making any song sound beautiful.

“I think… it was beautiful as always.”

It’s adorable how Sangyeon brightens up, and you can tell he’s feeling proud. Soon enough, his smile softens, and he looks at you as if trying to read your expression for something more. You gulp and look away, praying he won’t notice that you were just a mess when he wasn’t home. You can see that hint of concern in his gaze as clear as day.

But then, to your surprise, he leans in and kisses the very top of your forehead.

“You’re beautiful as always.”

Your eyes widen, and you can feel your cheeks start to redden. You clear your throat and turn to look down at your lap.

“Thank you,” you mumble. “I’ve… heard that a lot already.”

You feel a finger under your chin, nudging you to look back up. He hums teasingly as your eyes meet his. “From only me, I hope,” he says with a slight raise of his eyebrow.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, only you.” 

“Good,” Sangyeon replies. Then, he swipes to the next video.

Again, you watch, though your eyes begin to droop as you focus more on listening to your boyfriend’s voice, like honey, and so full of emotion. It’s a love song too–the words he’s singing seem to be directed towards you. It doesn’t help that he’ll look away from the screen and instead, straight at the camera, making your heart flutter foolishly.

Soon enough, the video ends, and you realize that you feel relaxed. Your body doesn’t feel stiff, rather, it melts against Sangyeon’s side. Your breathing isn’t fast either. Instead, it’s slow and perfectly in sync with your lover beside you. It’s a slow rise and fall, and you start to feel warm inside.

Sangyeon turns to you, even leaning a little forward so that he can get a good view of you. He always does this, saying that you’re “too beautiful not to stare at.”

“Good?” He asks, his voice a calming whisper.

“Mhm.” You give him a shy smile. “Keep going.”

“As you wish, beautiful.” 

You laugh quietly as you lean your head against his broad shoulder, taking your first, long and full breath of the day. You can’t help but smile contentedly as your boyfriend shows you the rest of the videos he’s taken. Sometimes, you can feel him cringe at one of his own mistakes. Other times, he’ll mention a particular lyric that reminded him of you. One time, he pressed a kiss to your lips for the fun of it.

It’s calming–so calming that you can feel yourself dozing off. Just as your eyes are about to shut, you hear a loud clatter come from his phone. In the video, you see that something small and shiny was just knocked off the table.

You widen your eyes momentarily before smiling fondly at the way Sangyeon gives the camera an apologetic look before ending the video.

“I forgot to delete this one,” Sangyeon grumbles to himself. “This song was hard to sing anywa– oh!” He interrupts himself before turning to you. “I completely forgot. That thing… it was a keychain that I bought for you.”

“Oh?” You look up at him with surprise. 

Sangyeon looks adorably excited. He always loved to surprise you with gifts after all.

“I can go get it for you right now… if you want?” 

You nod with a soft smile.

And so, Sangyeon gets off the bed, and that’s when you feel his comforting warmth leave you like a candle flame being abruptly blown out. You try to ignore the odd hitch of your breath, but it soon becomes clear that that feeling has come back. It’s hard to describe still, but it’s a mix of restlessness and hopelessness. Suddenly, you’re reminded of everything that’s gone wrong these past few days. Your eyes frantically dart around the room, remembering everything that you’ve failed to do today as well.

You regret that nod.

Desperately, and without even thinking, you reach out and grab hold of Sangyeon’s hand. You feel yourself tremble, and your heartbeat is picking up again.

“Wait,” you whisper, looking up at him. You’re already feeling your throat close up, embarrassingly enough. Sangyeon turns around in response, and his expression is full of worry. 

“Hm?”

“I…” Your voice cracks, and you feel mortified. What were you thinking? 

And that’s when you feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes.

You can just barely hear the small intake of breath that Sangyeon takes in at the sight. Quickly, he’s already kneeling down at the side of the bed, looking up at you with soft, gentle eyes. His gaze is full of concern as he watches the tears begin to dribble down your face.

“Y/n,” he whispers. “You can tell me what’s wrong. If you’d like to. I’ll listen, always.”

“I thought you already noticed,” you whisper. 

Sangyeon’s eyes widen before he reaches over for your hand, taking it in his. “I did. But I didn’t want to pressure you into telling me what’s wrong. Not until you’re ready.”

You can’t help but cry more at his words. Still embarrassed, you try to turn your head away to hide your face, but Sangyeon’s quick to cup your cheek. With a small frown, he helps to wipe your tears with the pad of his thumb.

“I–” More tears escape. “I don’t even know what’s wrong.”

“So why are you crying, sweetheart?”

“It’s just–” You let out a frustrated sigh. “All the stress is over. There shouldn’t be more of it, not after– after last week. But the whole day, I’ve just… constantly felt restless. And sometimes I think about what’s already happened in the past, and then I get sad and–” You let out another sob. “It’s dumb.”

Sangyeon’s quiet. But, only for a moment, because he’s already getting up and sitting back down on the bed. Throughout all of this, his hand doesn’t leave your cheek as he holds you like you’re the most precious person ever.

“It’s not,” he finally says. “Not at all.” And he doesn’t say more after that. You feel strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you into a hug. It’s gentle, almost hesitant, as he makes sure you’re comfortable with it. 

But when you melt into it, that’s when he holds you tighter. Your head rests against his chest, and you feel a few more tears escape.

“I know you’ve had a hard time,” Sangyeon mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And even though it’s over, I’m sure it takes a bit to heal from it. There’s nothing wrong with that, my darling.” You feel a soothing hand begin to stroke your back. “But know that I’m here for you. Whenever you need, hm? Just call for me.”

The tears drip down your face, yet you feel yourself relaxing more and more. 

“I’ll do anything,” Sangyeon continues. “I can help you clean up, take a walk with yo–”

“I just like being with you,” you huff with a sniffle. “You being here already makes me happy.”

Sangyeon squeezes you, something he likes to do when he finds you cute.

“That’s all that matters to me. You being happy.”

You try not to burst out into tears once more as you lean away and look him in the eye.

“What about you?” You ask, your voice trembling, full of emotion and love. “Are you happy?”

Sangyeon gives you a smile, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you and only you. “Of course I am. Because I have you, darling.”

You feel your face contort as more tears escape the corners of your eyes. Though these particular tears are not of sadness, not anymore. They’re more of… overwhelming love.

“So,” Sangyeon starts, brushing away a stray strand of your hair with a fond smile. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” 

You scrunch your nose and try not to shy away from the expression he’s giving you. It’s full of affection and admiration for you. With a shake of your head, you reply, “I already feel better. But…” You give him a small smile. “Do whatever you think will work.”

Sangyeon’s gaze immediately falls to your lips, and you can already tell what he’s planning to do. He grins, and you can see that familiar twinkle in his eyes. “I’m no professional, but I think–” He suddenly leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips. He pulls away with a hopeful, love-drunk gaze. “This might work,” he whispers before leaning back in, this time to kiss you on the cheek. You can’t help but giggle as he seems to lose an internal fight because soon enough, he’s pressing small kisses all over your face.

“Sangyeon–”

You can’t control the laughter that escapes you as he keeps on kissing you all over. At some point, he leans away and simply admires your happy expression with a fond smile of his own. Once you notice, your laughing dies down, and you begin to feel shy. 

“Hey, pretty.”

You give him an embarrassed look but still respond with a teasing, “hi, handsome,” making your boyfriend smile even wider. 

“I missed you so much,” he mumbles. “And–” Another kiss, this time on your lips again. This one is deeper, full of want, and the drying tears on your cheeks are now long forgotten. “I love you,” he whispers, his bottom lip brushing against yours. 

You smile widely. “I love you too.”

“Mmh,” Sangyeon hums, looking at you with smugness. “You know I tell everyone about how lucky I am to have you, right?”

You gasp, your cheeks starting to burn. “You do?”

“Of course. I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he replies like it’s the easiest thing to say. His hand slides around your waist as he pulls you in for another kiss. “So don’t hesitate to tell me when you’re feeling down, hm?” His eyes soften. “Because I adore you. I’ll do anything to help you.”

You nod. You feel happy, now that he’s in front of you, showering you with endless love.

Yet again, Sangyeon has another surge of affection because he’s suddenly collapsing back on the bed and pulling you down with him. The two of you are face-to-face, and it’s then that you’re reminded of just how sleepy you are, your eyes drooping.

“Don’t leave,” you whisper.

“I would never. I’ll stay here in bed with you for as long as you’d like, darling.”

You smile to yourself. Then, you hum mischievously. “But… what if you have to use the bathroom?”

Sangyeon sighs, and he presses a kiss to the very top of your head. “Go to sleep already.”

You only giggle in response. “What if someone rings the doorbell?”

Sangyeon, whose eyes are already shut, shushes you as he holds you closer. 

“What if it’s the police?”

“Y/n.”

“What if–”

He peeks an eye open adorably before he kisses you to finally make you stop talking. You smile against his lips and you don’t say anything more after that. With a sigh, you relax into his hold as the two of you drift off into sleep.

Miraculously, there is something better than staring and admiring that lovely picture of the two of you, framed on the wall. And that is waking up in the morning to the sweet and forever love of your life as he gives you a bright, lovely smile to start the day.

[azurenightzz]

YUMI IM GOING TO CRY THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANT IN A SANGYEON FLUFFY YET COMFORT FIC 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 no cs reading this + the one i wrote recently ahhh i love how we both literally have the same braincells bcs yes hes absolutely a sweetheart like that he always knows how to make you feel comfortable he only needs a split second to know that you're not okay and he's the one who's always making you feel all safe and secured AAAAHHHHH💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 OH MY GOSH I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I DO YOUR HONOUR PLS BRING HIM BACK TO ME ASAP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[cuppasunu]

» DEOBI DAY SPECIAL REQUEST DELIVERY »

to: sophia @carrotsworld

req: hyunjae x reader x eric | treat you better by shawn mendes

summary: you only have eyes for your best friend, but the new guy only has his eyes on you.

warnings: sudden kiss, cheating, mature language

genre: fake relationship, unrequited love

wc: 972 words

an: thank you for requesting love!!! i had a lot of fun brainstorming for this drabble and it’s like you read my mind because i already had a fake dating fic on my drafts (for a different fandom) that i’m hoping to rework for tbz but i didn’t know which members to choose. if inspiration strikes.. i might write the whole story who knows? wink wonk

tags: @carrotsworld @winterchimez @hyungseos-cafe | @deoboyznet

taking in your requests!!! — send a tbz member + song that reminds you of spring (or any song you like!)

you knew it was only a matter of time.

“be honest- i know you’re not dating him.”

you kept walking, trying to not actually run, lest he insists you’re avoiding the topic which in his defense, you are.

“wait up-”

still, you thought he’d be fooled for another week or two.

“y/n.”

of course, if anyone were to see through your lies, it would be your best friend.

“what is it to you, eric?” you managed to ask in a monotone.

he immediately blocked your way to face you directly the second you stopped walking. biting your lip, you tried to recall every line you wrote in the imaginary script you had prepared for this exact moment.

his hand on your forearm was enough to erase it all in a heartbeat.

“the new guy- really? come on, y/n- he’s not your type.”

eric raised his eyebrow, attempting to stifle a laugh. you can’t choose whether you want to slap or kiss that smirk on his face.

“you don’t know that,” you said bitterly.

he hesitated to answer you before he ultimately held back what he was going to say. dreading to hear what eric would have said, you took his hand away from your arm.

“quit pestering me about my relationship and just mind your own.”

“if i didn’t know any better, i would assume you’re being jealous.”

eric steps in a little closer. getting a good whiff of his cologne, you could recognize his favorite scent everywhere.

“i’m not-”

“-say that again?”

it was intoxicating, and frankly a little dangerous, never really knowing whether or not you liked that he had this effect on you.

“i said i’m not jealous.”

because you might be dating hyunjae but everyone knows you’ve always been in love with your best friend.

“what if i am?”

before you had the time to process his sudden confession, eric kissed you without hesitation.

for the longest time, you’ve wondered how his lips would feel against your own. now they’re dancing in a tune so familiar through the years you’ve spent longing. a million questions coursed through your mind every millisecond that passed by.

so, it didn’t take long for the warmth inside to be replaced by the burning in your chest. you pulled from the kiss and pushed him away.

“all this time,” you sneered, clenching your fists, “all this time- you knew.”

eric saw your gaze shift, unable to utter another word.

your punches started raining on his arm without protest. as if you can tell he acted on impulse, you were still uncertain if you still wished for it to be genuine. you want to believe eric didn't know any better.

unfortunately, you both knew exactly what he meant.

what this meant.

“y/n-”

eric’s sentence was interrupted by another punch that greeted his face. this time, it didn’t come from you.

“hyunjae!” you shouted.

“you fucker-” eric groaned, catching his balance.

“let’s go,” hyunjae takes your hand and forges ahead.

following his lead was your only option. you couldn’t even bear to look back at eric. you knew leaving was better than staying with him at that moment.

when you were finally alone, you yanked your hand out and stopped hyunjae in his tracks.

“why did you do that?” you asked, waiting for him to turn around.

“did he hurt you?”

“no- i’m asking why you punched him without knowing what was happening?”

hyunjae turns around, ready to say his piece. he stops and stares at your face, his eyes trailing down to your lips. smudged pigment.

“he kissed you,” he stated.

his tone was filled with spite, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you decided not to confirm nor deny. but the urge to explain it’s not what it looks like left your throat parched.

“we need to stop this. eric found out-

“-no, y/n. you don’t understand.”

“what do i not understand?”

hyunjae smiled without reaching his eyes. he ruffled his hair out of frustration, pacing a few steps in front of you.

“you’re still in denial and you’re being stupid. y/n, we both know that-”

you held your hand up in protest but he asked you to let him finish. and you put it down, not because you didn’t wish to defend yourself, but because you knew it would be useless.

“it doesn’t matter what eric found out. the point is he always knew you were fucking in love with him all these years and he chose to string you along and play with your feelings. it’s clear as fucking day.”

“stop.”

hyunjae waits for a moment before stepping closer and looks at your eyes. he stays silent but you can tell he wants to tell you something through his gaze.

your relationship might be pretend but you’ve spent enough time with him to know when he’s being an asshole or when he’s trying to help.

of course to your luck, he’s doing neither of those two.

“y/n.. i’m sorry for what i said but i won’t apologize for what i did. not when he kisses you while he’s in a relationship. not when he takes pleasure in having this control over you. not when he’s had you for years but only reacts when he finally doesn’t. not when-”

“so don’t apologize. just tell me why you’re acting like this,” you sighed.

it’s hard to argue against a wall of truth. you’ve always hated hearing what you needed to hear but laying it all down for you seems to be hyunjae’s past time the way he easily does.

“why i’m acting like what?” he asked, defensively.

“pretending to be a jealous boyfriend. you know, i never asked you to be this dedicated-”

“-y/n, i never pretended.”

[azurenightzz]

ITS 1AM AS IM READING THIS WHAT IS THIS WHOLE MESS CONDENSED INTO 900 WORDS HELLO1?!!?? WDYM ERIC KISSED ME LIKE THAT WDYM HYUNJAE PUNCHED HIM AND THEN FINALLY SAID HE WAS FR THIS WHOLE TIME THAT FCKIN LAST SENTENCE EXCUSE ME1?!?? why did it have to end like this now i wont be able to sleep peacefully for the 3rd night in a row and it's all your fault i swear....

[cuppasunu]

[6:42 am] — fluff

298 words : sangyeon x y/n

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the cool november wind passes through the window, the curtain dancing with the morning breeze. sunlight kisses sangyeon awake, feeling a pair of arms wrapped around his waist. he senses a slight shiver come from the smaller one under his hold.

“-hm it’s cold,”

“i know, baby”

as you’re slowly opening your eyes, sangyeon is drawing circles on your arms, gently running his knuckle along the contour of your forearm. he feels your smile upon his chest as you snuggle even closer to his touch. your eyes drift towards the nightstand, the clock displaying the date and time. 

“honey, do you know what day it is today?”

sangyeon looks down at you, his smile answering your question. 

“i dont know y/n, you tell me..”

giggles erupt from the silly exchange, earning him a playful smack on the arm.  

“is that how you treat the birthday boy?” he whines, a pout arising from his face, feigning a betrayed face from your rather unconventional expression of love.

you roll your eyes, laughing at how adorable he looks sulking like a baby while sporting a crazy bedhead. peppering him with kisses on the cheek, nose, and forehead, he meets you halfway as he holds your face and pecks you on the lips. light stubble tickling your skin when he decides that two can play this game, essentially turning this into war where your lips are your weapons and love is your poison.

“hun, stop.. we have to get out of bed now. i’m making you breakfast, let’s goo,”

“we will, we will. don’t worry, we have the whole day,” he says, pulling you in a tight embrace. 

“happy birthday, sangyeon,” you sigh, melting into his arms and feeling very content with this slow morning. 

“thank you, baby. i love you.”

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a/n: happy birthday to my bb .. soft hours [open] cries

[azurenightzz]

UGH BROTHER PLS DONT DO THIS TO ME (technically i did this to myself for reading before i sleep AGAIN) HIM HUGGING YOU NOT LETTING YOU GO AND YALL BE SNUGGLING AND HIM CALLING ME HONEY AND BABY ASKJDAKJDKSN FOLDS!!!

I MISS SANGYEON I WANT CUDDLES LIKE THIS PLS BRING HIM BACK 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

[jinkoh]

fixing fate's mistake

sangyeon x reader

part of my soulmate series

summary: why is it that the one who comes to save you is never your soulmate but his older brother instead?

tags: soulmate au (sharing bruises), smut - mdni, childhood friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, small age gap (Sang is 3yrs older), slightly possessive!sangyeon (but he is mostly a softie), car activities, oral (r!receiving), strength play(?), lots of consent, loosely implied virgin!reader; warnings: light injuries and mentions of blood, reader is being picked up/carried, no pronouns but reader has a vagina and wears a skirt

wc: 2.9k

a/n: this wasn't meant to include sexy times but then i felt like the vibes were there so here we are i guess i'm a smut writer now 🤷🏻‍♀️

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As you were sitting in the cold, moist grass at the side of the road, the sun long disappeared behind the horizon, your knees bloody and your ankle twisted, you wished that there was a way to start over. It would be great if life worked like a video game, letting you return to a saving point if you messed up. Maybe you’d return back to this morning and make sure to charge your phone properly. Or maybe this afternoon so you could take the bus and leave your bike on campus. But even more likely, you would go all the way back to that one day in elementary school, when you’d been at the playground with the two boys living next door. 

Even now, roughly 12 years later, you remembered it very clearly. You’d been on the swing, laughing brightly as you told them to look how high you could go. Sangyeon, the older one, told you to be careful, but you didn’t listen because all that mattered was the wish to impress him. Maybe it was because he was three years older, but at the time he was the coolest person in the world to you. He was nice and strong and really good at catching bugs. His younger brother who was the same age as you wasn’t half as interesting, but that was fine because he wasn’t interested in you either. He focused on his sand castle instead. You only got his attention when you fell, busting your knees open in the rough sand. The pain made tears spring to your eyes. Sangyeon immediately came over, a worried frown on his face. He’d probably felt responsible as the oldest. His brother on the other hand just gave you a dirty look as he got up from where he was sitting in the sandbox, dusting off his knees.

“You’re so stupid,” he said. But you didn’t mind. Your tears and pain were forgotten too, because all you saw were the bruises on his knees. You were overjoyed. You had a soulmate! Sure, it wasn’t the person you would have wanted it to be, but you were convinced you could make it work. The important part was that you had a soulmate, something you’d been dreaming of your whole (admittedly young) life. 

He didn’t feel the same way. While you were happy about it all, excited whenever a bruise of either of you showed up on the other’s skin, he seemed to hate the idea of being your soulmate. He’d been cold to you before, but from the moment you found out, he made a point of being mean. Looking back, you should have just given up then. Maybe things would have been different if you’d given him room. Maybe he wouldn’t have come to hate you to this extent. And then maybe he would have come to help you now. But giving up hadn't been an option to you back then. You’d been a kid fueled by the idea that he’d fall for you if you just kept trying. After all, you were soulmates. 

When you were in 5th grade, you fell down the swings again and broke your arm. You were crying and miserable and all alone, but it didn’t take long for your mom and Sangyeon to show up, first-aid kit ready. Your mom scolded your for not being careful and for going all by yourself, and that it was only thanks to the bruises on your soulmate’s skin that they came so quickly. Of course, you’d thought to yourself, he saw them and got worried about it, so he told mom. And that sparked hope within you. You completely ignored that he didn’t even bother to show up himself and clung to the  hope that he actually cared. It also made you come to a very stupid conclusion: He would pay attention to you if you got hurt. So you fell and you stumbled and you bumped into things, all to get a little bit of his attention. It didn’t work. Of course it didn’t. It just made him despise you more and more, disgusted with your clingy behavior and the way you kept engraving all these marks into his skin, even if they weren't permanent. You regretted it now. If you could take it all back, undo every stupid bruise you’d bothered him with, you would. But there were no saving points in life that you could just go back to. Right now, there was only the moist grass and your scraped skin and the knowledge that no one would come to help you. Your soulmate must have seen the bruises by now and surely he was smart enough to connect the dots and realize that you had an accident on your way home. But he wouldn’t care. It wasn’t any of his business if you were hurt or not, aside from the fact that it stained his skin.

You wrapped your arms around your body, shivering from the cold seeping into your aching bones. You knew you had to get up and walk the rest of the way home. Maybe you could lean onto your bicycle to take some weight off the strained ankle. It seemed possible. But you just felt so miserable and alone, and your body was refusing to move. You buried your face behind your knees, letting yourself cry because there wasn’t anyone around to see. Except, you suddenly felt the headlights of a car on you, bright and white. The car was going slow, way too slow for a street like this, almost as if the driver was looking for something. The moment you saw the familiar license plate, you realized that something must be you. The car pulled over just a few meters away from you and Sangyeon got out, quickly jogging over. The second you saw his face, a new wave of tears welled up in your eyes. It seemed like he always knew when to show up to save you. He crouched down in front of you, cupping your face with a worried frown.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t know how to meet his genuine gaze, so you looked away and gave him a small shrug.

“What happened?” His thumb gently brushed some of your tears away. 

“I fell,” you mumbled, suddenly feeling like a child again with the way he took care of you.

“Can you walk? Just to the car?”

Your gaze fell to your knees and your ankle. You probably could walk, despite the injuries, especially with help, but your muscles felt frozen in place. You didn’t say anything.

Sangyeon huffed a small laugh. “Fine, then.” He hooked one arm under your knees and wrapped the other around your back, before he slowly stood up, carrying you back to the car princess style. He sat you down on the passenger seat with your legs out, and then got the first-aid kit from the back. It stung when he cleaned the wounds on your knees, but it wasn’t like it would hurt less if you complained, so you just watched in silence as he carefully tended to your wounds. He bandaged your ankle too, saying something about how he could give you a ride to the doctor’s if it didn’t get better by itself. You barely paid attention though, distracted by the feeling of his warm hands on your skin.

“Are you listening?” He looked up at you from where he was crouching in front of your legs.

“How did you know?” You asked instead of replying.

Sangyeon hesitated for a moment before he replied. “I saw the bruises on his knees when I came home.”

You nodded slowly, lips pressed together in a tight smile. "Was it the same back then?"

"Huh?"

"When I broke my arm and you came with my mom—it was never him who told her right? It was you, because you happened to see his marks."

Sangyeon didn’t say anything and that in itself was said enough. Of course your soulmate didn’t actually tell him, or anyone. Of course not. You hadn’t expected anything else, but somehow it still hurt. It wasn’t even about him as a person. It wasn’t like you were in love with him, so maybe it was silly to expect him to care. But letting go of that dream of a fated love coming true hurt and it hurt that you were stuck with a soulmate like him, when clearly it should have been someone else. 

New Tears sprung to your eyes and you tried to blink them away, but to no avail.

“Y/n,” Sangyeon started, his voice soft. But he didn’t go on, because what was there even to say?

You sniffed. “I used to want a soulmate so badly, I didn’t even care who it was. But now I feel like I’d rather have none." You let out a bitter laugh. "I’m sure he for one has always felt that way.” 

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true.” You paused for a moment, knowing what you were going to say next was probably best kept to yourself, but you felt too exhausted to care. “It should have been you instead. Why can’t it be you?”

Sangyeon’s eyes widened in surprise before he huffed an awkward laugh and busied himself with packing up the first-aid kit. “You don’t mean that.”

“Why? Would it be that bad if I did?”

“No,” he replied, momentarily pausing his hands, “but it’d get my hopes up.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, your mind unable to quite grasp the meaning of it. You wanted him to look at you, to see in his eyes that he was serious, but his gaze was still fixed on the kit. You lightly nudged his knee with your toes, trying to get his attention back and he finally raised his head.

“Get your hopes up, then,” you whispered and you saw him visibly swallow. He set aside the kit before standing up and leaning into your personal space, one hand propped against the frame of the car.

“Do you know what you’re saying?” His gaze was intense and you almost wanted to shy away, but you were scared he’d misinterpret it as rejection.

“Yes,” you said, your gaze briefly dropping to his lips, “I know perfectly. Fate made a mistake, so let’s fix it.”

“And you won’t change your mind?”

You shook your head. “I won’t.”

His hand came up to your cheek, smoothing over your skin before tilting your chin up. Your breathing hitched when he came closer, only inches keeping you apart. “Even if he came begging?”

“Even then.”

A satisfied smile spread on his face. “Good,” he mumbled, before letting his lips brush against yours, “because I don’t plan on handing you over after this.”

Maybe the back of his car at the side of a deserted road wasn’t the most romantic spot, but Sangyeon’s touch was so warm as he lowered you onto the seat that you didn’t mind. He kept a hand at the back of your head, making sure you didn’t bump it on the car door. And then he settled between your legs, careful about your bruises and injured ankle.

“All okay?” He whispered as his thumb gently brushed some hair out of your forehead.

“Yeah,” you whispered but your voice was trembling with nerves.

“Are you sure?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. “Very sure,” you whispered, and you meant it. Of course you were nervous, maybe even a little scared, but you knew you were safe with him. You'd always been safe with him.

“Okay,” Sangyeon smiled into your lips before kissing you once more. One of his hands settled on your hip while the other ran over the outside of your thigh, sneaking its way under your skirt. A small whine escaped from your lips when his fingers lightly tugged at the fabric of your panties, letting the elastic snap back against your skin.

“Cute,” he mumbled, making your face flush with heat. Embarrassed, you covered your mouth with your hand, but he immediately pulled it away.

“It’s just me,” he said, keeping your hand in his. “No one else will hear, so don’t hold back.”

His other hand was still under your skirt, moving to your inner thigh now. His thumb rubbed circles into your skin in a motion that was both comforting and arousing. Then it wandered further up, tugging at the thin fabric of your underwear once more.

“Still okay?”

You nodded, trying to part your legs a little more so he knew you meant it. Sangyeon sat up a little, slowly pulling your panties down your legs which served a little difficult in the cramped space of the car. Once he reached your knees he went one leg after the other, carefully lifting the fabric over the bandaged bruises to make sure not to touch them, and then he was just as careful again when he reached your injured ankle. The sweet treatment made your chest feel full and you almost wanted to cry again.

"You don't have to be so careful. I'm not made of glass," you whispered while he slipped your panties all the way off and stuffed them into the back pocket of his jeans.

"I know," he said, leaning in again and leaving a kiss at the corner of your mouth, "but can't I still be gentle with you?" A grin tugged on his lips, "Or do you prefer a rough treatment?"

You felt yourself blushing, quickly averting your eyes as you stuttered "Gentle is f-fine."

Sangyeon chuckled. "Thought so."

His hands moved to the back of your legs, pushing them up so he could kiss the inner side of your knees and thighs, sucking little bruises into the skin.

"Sang-"

"Hm?" He looked at you through his lashes, barely detaching his lips from you.

"Sang, he'll see if you leave marks."

Sangyeon lightly bit down on your skin making you gasp. "Would that really be so bad?" 

Maybe you should have stood your ground, but the possessive gleam in his eyes had you swooning, so you didn’t complain when his mouth left more bruises in its wake as he slowly made his way to your core. When his breath fanned over your sensitive parts you yelped, instinctively kicking out your legs and almost hitting your injured foot on the car’s backrest. Before that could happen though, Sangyeon caught your legs in his hands. 

"No moving, hm? You'll hurt yourself. Just stay still and let me take care of you." 

Before you had a chance to reply, he leaned in again and put his mouth to work on your clit, making you moan instead. You tried to keep still, even as his tongue ran through your folds and made your body spasm with pleasure. But even if you’d wanted to kick out your legs again, Sangyeon’s hold on you was strong, keeping you in place. The difference in strength and the way he could overpower you so easily somehow had you even more aroused, calling to desires you didn’t know you had in you. Sangyeon seemed to have noticed, because he experimentally tightened his grip a little more, chuckling when you gasped and pathetically clenched around nothing. “It seems you like the rough treatment after all.”

You shook your head, too ashamed to admit it, but the way you whined when his teeth grazed your skin seemed to prove otherwise.

“It’s okay, darling, no need to feel embarrassed,” he said, looking at you as he let his tongue run over you again, “It’s just me, remember?” 

He let go of one of your legs, pinning it down with his elbow instead to be able to rub his thumb over your clit at the same time as his tongue pushed into you. You almost screamed at the sudden change in pace, the pleasure of it all a little overwhelming and making your head feel fuzzy.

“Sang–” you gasped, clenching your hands and bucking your hips, “feels strange.”

“Strange?” He asked, lifting his head, but not stopping the movement of his hand, “Or good?”

“G-good,” you agreed, screwing your eyes shut when his tongue was back on you, “So good.”

It didn’t take much longer for your high to approach, rippling through you in waves of pleasure that made you buck your hips into him. He kept going a little longer, helping you ride out your orgasm until you were reduced to a twitching overstimulated mess. Sangyeon sat up and wiped his glistening lips with the back of his hand. You watched him through dazed eyes, the realization of what just happened between the two of you not quite sinking in. 

He ruffled his already tousled hair. “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“No, I don’t know,” you answered, still unable to take your eyes off him. “Come here.”

He smiled, leaning down and letting you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss.

“This is real, right?” you whispered against his lips.

“Funny,” he said before giving you another kiss, “I was about to ask the same thing.” 

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[azurenightzz]

i know im super late but i promised you that i would find time to finally start reading your fics and im here for my beloved husband!! 😘

honestly me reading this is a nutshell:

wdym hes a softie but also a baddie god he wants me so bad THE WAY HE SAID EVEN IF HE CAME BEGGING AND THEN SAYING GOOD BCS HE WONT HAND ME OVER AFTER THIS 1/1E?DW?W?>WD>ASF>DDFBJH GOOD LORD PLS...HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL PICK A SIDE DONT BE ALL SOFT AND THEN WE DOING THINGS RIGHT AFTER THAT-

this sangyeon whore wife has been fed tonight thank you bless you i pray that kevin comes home tonight and gives you plenty of smooches bcs you deserve it 😔😔😔💛💛💛

[cuppasunu]

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"so, that's it?"

sangyeon winces at your tone, but he doesn’t pause. he continued walking towards the counter to fetch his keys. the bag on his shoulder was heavy, but it did not compare to the weight looming over his head. 

he simply sighs—not much of a response to your question, but a reaction nonetheless.

you hate when he does that. words and complaints easily crawl out of you, sometimes almost bursting at the seams. raising your voice used to be a rare occurrence but you can’t count how many arguments you’ve had this week alone. 

now, his back is facing you, a couple steps away from the front door. you don’t see him close his eyes in frustration, but through sheer familiarity, you can sense how much he’s trying to hold back.

“sangyeon, don't walk out on me. please..”

“y/n, i’m just heading to work,” he says, plainly.

“-to work? it's only 3pm, your shift doesn't start until 6!”

sangyeon drops his head. his bag hits the floor and he massages his temples. still, he’s not turning around to face you. before you know it, you’re curling your fist at the corner of the throw pillow ready to be launched at his head but you caught yourself before doing it.

“why are we doing this again?”

“doing what? we need to talk-”

“no. we don't,” sangyeon stays firm. 

his sharpness catches you off guard. your heart is pounding, all too aware of how loud it is in comparison to the silence in the room. after taking a moment to compose himself, sangyeon noticed your lack of response. his deep breath broke the tension in the air and he shifted his body to face you—your expression unreadable.

expecting a smug, annoyed look on his face, you weren’t prepared to see his tired eyes face to face. he seemed small and weak, without a hint of contempt you were convinced would lash out at you.

fighting was never his pick of poison, so where did it all go wrong?

your gaze darted away, attempting to hide the tears forming in your eyes. 

“is there somebody else?” you ask, laughing in disbelief. you know it’s a question even you think is beyond ridiculous, but you had to.

“woah- hold on.” 

sangyeon’s shoulders tensed up as if his body had a visceral reaction to what you were insinuating. it wasn’t a surprise to see him speechless, the thought that you would even consider the chance he would become unfaithful never even crossed his mind.

“another woman? another man? shit- i dont know,” you rambled on, not knowing what to make of his response. 

“how did you jump to that, god- y/n no! of course not!”

“I don’t know! sangyeon, can’t you see? you’ve been so distant. i’m not one to hold the tiny things against you, but you’re missing dates? failing to show up over and over again for the past few months- without explanation. and- and you’re cold! putting up your walls.. hiding something from me.”

breathless, you pushed through your words and ignored the blurred vision from your dampened eyes.

you stop for a moment, “out of everyone, sangyeon, you’re holding things from me?”

“i'm not seeing anyone else.”

he remained calm despite your outburst. his eyes are clear, staring back at you like you’re a figment of his imagination. 

sangyeon keeps his clothes neat and pristine; cleanliness is a must for a physician. but his shoes are a constant reminder of his hard work.

you look down at his beat-up shoes, worn down from all the walking. the last time you brought up buying him a new pair, he brushed it off claiming that he loves that his shoes were worn in because it’s more comfortable that way.

but, that’s all you hear about his work.

he rarely shares anything about how he’s doing, much less talking about how he’s struggling.

so, you don’t press. you don’t want to pry. 

snapping out of his trance, sangyeon sees you hesitate. he knows that look on your face when you want to ask something you’re not sure you can ask. he takes a moment to choose his words carefully and notices how he’s starting to forget how this argument even started. 

“please tell me,” you pleaded.

“it's mom.”

"what?"

you’re confused. you’ve only heard about sangyeon’s mother through his stories and seen her through a few pictures. clearly, she hasn’t been present in your lives other than a painful reminder of his tumultuous childhood.

"she's back.."

now, his small and defeated child-like demeanor made sense. 

“when?”

“she came in through the er a few months ago. i haven't seen her in years. and - i thought that when i finally do, she'd be living big, you know? that’s how i always imagined her after she abandoned me with that man-”

sangyeon ran his hand across his face, “actually seeing that would have been better. for everything to have been worth it, but she... she's not doing good.” 

his voice broke, struggling to continue his last sentence. the man you’ve shared your life with is breaking down at your front steps, and for the first time, you don’t know what to do.

“those calls, going back to the hospital late at night? all for…” you asked.

he nodded.

“sangyeon, were you- not gonna tell me? were you planning to shoulder all of this alone? carry all this burden all by yourself?”

“at first, i didn't think it would be severe-”

“-babe..”

“i know, i know. i just thought.. you didn't have to know. so yes, i would have kept it hidden for as long as i can because..” his voice trails off.

you come up to him, your steps are calm yet urgent. you held his hand and he felt like you just caught him from falling. your other hand caressed his cheek, lifting his gaze back to you. 

he’s trembling like the whispers of his thoughts tried to escape his lips.

“see you like what?”

“i don't want you to see me like this, broken, falling apart. this is not the man you married. i'm sorry…you didn’t sign up for any of this. i- i’ve been struggling for a while now, but i’m trying. believe me, i’m trying.”

he smiles weakly, finding it a little funny that you’re wiping his face dry as your tears are drenching your own. you mirrored his expression, completely taken by the vulnerability that the love of your life has displayed right then and there. 

sniffling, you managed to say, “you’re not falling apart. not when i’m here. and babe, we talked about this. i can’t read your mind, i won’t know your struggles unless we talk, and i- i know i can be more patient, but you can’t assume we won’t overcome this together if you can’t trust me.”

sangyeon rests his forehead on yours. your arm sliding up his back as his embrace opens up to bring you in closer. 

“i got scared,” he whispered, barely audible.

“why?”

“i had to accept that i’m not as strong as i thought i was.”

you broke the hug to look him in the eyes. you squinted, meaning to chastise, but the warmth of your palm against his face spoke a million words. 

“you would be a complete idiot to think i didn’t sign up for everything that involves you- even the messy days, the breakdowns, moments you feel like shit- i signed up for all of it the day i said yes. it’s important to me that you understand, okay?”

you waited for him to nod in response. asking over and over again until he complies, making him chuckle, even if it was for just a second.

“okay,” sangyeon rubbed his poor swollen eyes.

“so, i’m coming with you to visit her today?” you asked, waiting for confirmation, then sensed his body finally relax. he nodded and smiled in relief, feeling the weight on his shoulders gone.

“you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

that's when sangyeon knew he’d never run out of reasons for loving you.

an: oh, this is totally inspired by the pitt. imagine a distressed doctor trying his best while juggling a hundred million things. brainrot has combined in all my fixations oh yeaaaah... very indulgent, very nice :)

[azurenightzz]

miss madame your royal most precious highness kyu-nim. sit down. we need to talk.

the moment i read that first sentence and im just like holy crap. so we're going down that path, and i was right to mentally prepare myself bcs by the fourth paragraph girlie was already clutching her heart and biting her pillow for whats to come. its the way i could legitimately feel my heart ACHE reading this entire chunk like gurl it was as if me being a military wife isn't bad enough i gotta go through this whole turmoil for another time? what happened to my sanity miss maam.

i love sangyeon so so much i know hes always being the tough and strongest soldier but times like this when he breaks down (even during cons but rarely) you just want to give him the biggest hugs and plant kisses all over his face and tell him how much he means to you and the world and his presence is more than just a blessing. i miss him so so bad and he needs to be loved and appreciated and pampered and loved over and over again.

[mars101]

happy 200 followers mars you deserve it all!! 🥳🥳🥳 hehe for my request may i ask for a smau with sangyeon and if you could make him as crack & unhinged just like how he talks about dad jokes and stuff adjaskndak i'd love to have a good laugh 🥹🫶

mars' welcome: allyyyyy 😓😓 thank youuu ajdhajja this made me realize i never finished ANY of my sangyeon fics 😭😭 uhm i hope this small smau is funny and lovely and up to your standards 🫣🫣

pairing: bf!sangyeon x reader

genre: smau, crack

warnings: reader has she/her pronouns

mars notes: 🤗🤭😚😛😍☺️

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[azurenightzz]

MARS OMG!!! i actually read this first thing in the morning when you published it like 10 mins later but then work got busy so i couldn’t rb till now ajdbjdbd but PLS THE WAY I WAS HAVING BREAKFAST READING THIS MADE ME CHOKED ON MY BREAD SO MANY TIMES BCS THIS IS SO FUNNY HAKSNSNSNSNSJENE HE REALLY IS AN AHJUSSHI STUCK IN A BIG MAN’S BODY WDYM HE HAS TERRIBLE DAD JOKES (he does.) AND HES SO UNSERIOUS I WOULD BE SO DONE WITH HIS ASS AHAHAHAHA

also me keeping a journal to rank his jokes is so real and i would’ve probably given him less than 3 cs tbh irl i never really get dad jokes like ever 💀 and when hyunjae came up the last pIC I DIED

^ actual pic of sangyeon when he finds out i dislike his jokes bcs yes 😋

overall thank you so so much for writing this i had such a good laugh & congrats once again mars!! 💗💗💗

[cuppasunu]

the way it was before | jacob bae

synopsis: jacob wakes up from a dream. pairing: jacob bae x gn!reader warnings: implied character death genre: fluff and angst wc: 3.2k words an: this baby has been sitting in my drafts for more than a year. a lil writing piece to get my creative gears rolling <3 ALSO.... i apologize in advance. hehe.

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Sheer curtains were never designed to block the sun in the mornings. Midsummer light fills the space and a particular aperture of the window allows the sun rays to hit his eyes just right—Jacob was never quite built for an early start of the day. 

A small sigh resounds in the quiet room, he takes note of a minor change he can do to the room, perhaps installing some blinds instead, or any other curtain more opaque than the ones you have now.

But, Jacob knows it’s a lost cause. Ever since spring rolled around, no one was more excited to see the natural light come back into the house than you. 

Jacob squinted his eyes—half-awake—and heard mumbling. He only caught the last couple of words from what you were saying. 

“.. hate the cold.” 

He first spotted your messy hair, disheveled from the night’s sleep. Condensation on the glass mimicked the rain that had never come from the night before, and little droplets of dew streaked down the pane. 

Sat at the edge and facing the window closest to the bed, you frowned at the fog. A furrow formed between your eyebrows and the pursing of your lips revealed a dimple on your right cheek. Jacob couldn’t help but to poke it.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation and dropped your head back down the pillow. Snuggling back into Jacob’s embrace, you forgot the chill outside the window. 

It would have been the only time of the year you agreed to hang up thicker drapes. 

Jacob brought his arm across the bed, then he noticed the other side is empty, not at all surprised to find that you have gotten out of bed. He knew you couldn’t have left too long ago, the pillow still felt warm against his touch. Jacob gently smiles into it with his eyes closed, picturing your morning regimen in his head as he was never up early enough to see you get ready. 

But, he knows you too well. The new routine included morning tea, lounging on the back porch, and maybe a little bit of journaling when you’re feeling adventurous—writing your thoughts, maybe some lyrics, lots of musings, and whatever comes to mind. 

You were always writing. 

The smell of your shampoo and lotion lingered on the sheets like a familiar sound. It reminded Jacob of countless nights and the mornings after, awakened by the sun all the same. He pulled the blanket over his head in an attempt to slip right back into his interrupted slumber. But, Jacob found no success but decided it was for the best.

He could no longer recall the details of the dream he woke up from but something inside him screamed it was not a pleasant one. 

...

The sound of clanking mugs and a thud interrupted Jacob’s deep thoughts. 

After a few seconds of silence, he could only assume you bumped into the couch and were trying to keep your hushed quibbles to yourself. He knows you try your best not to wake him up, moving as slowly and as softly as you can.

Jacob’s lips turned to an endeared smile when he heard your steps again. Jacob pulls himself up from bed, waiting for his vision to fully adjust to the brightness of the room. He did some light stretching as he made his way out into the living room. He felt a breeze come in from the back door and picked up his jumper from the couch. 

“Hello, Rosie,” Jacob lifted your puppy from the floor in one hand, his other taking the small note placed beside his tea on the table. 

“i like you from my head tomatoes!”

It was another pun paired with a Yorkshire tea to start the day. Lately, you’ve taken a liking to veggie-themed puns. 

Jacob took a sip from his cup after letting Rosie back down on the floor, quickly making her way outside the garden. He brought the cup and the note as he walked in the same direction, ready to finally join you outside, basking in the daylight. 

“Mornin, love.”

Jacob hums in response, placing his cup beside your half-full one.

A notable scent greets him again, reminiscent of what was left in your sheets. Gardenias, he noticed. He makes a mental note to remind himself to buy a fresh set of flowers to replace the wilting bunch in the vase. 

Jacob sits down next to you and naturally snakes your hand right into his own. 

The loveseat sofa that lives out in their backyard now has a familiar dent in the shape of both your bodies. A shape that shows how well they seamlessly fit together, molded from the years of their good use.

You are always on the right and Jacob on the left.

It just kinda happened that way, like an automatic response built upon years of sitting next to one another, being each other’s person, being each other’s plus one. 

“Liked your pun today,” Jacob holds the note up. He looks at it once again and missing the mischievous look on your face. 

“Just today, then?” 

Jacob whipped his head towards you, almost immediately.

Though, you knew that your reply was not taken at any offense in the slightest. Your sarcasm couldn’t hide the silliness of your question. Jacob grins at the sight of your cheeky little smile and ends up finding you looking too lovely in his eyes without much effort—genuinely melting at your attempt at being a little shit.

“Yeah, I was wondering for the day you were finally going to come up with a good one,” Jacob jeers. 

You showed him your signature nose scrunch, an expression Jacob knew too well.

After all these years, he was not surprised that he still wasn’t immune to your charms. Jacob lands a soft peck on your lips like an unspoken wish. A wish only you can understand, and only you can grant. 

Jacob stays there for a moment, tilting his head. It was rare for him to think of his dream from the night before, even more, that certain images were coming back to him now.

He admires his lover’s face, something he has done a million times before, recognizing how you looked different than he remembered from the night before. 

…

Your hair is a good indicator of time. 

During the years you spent in the limelight, you always wore your hair straight. Most of the roles you took on required your curls to be set aside which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing—just different.

Now, longer locks frame your face. Looking a little more mature with this relaxed hairstyle, you look closer to when you first met Jacob than ever before. He smiles at the thought, catching you by surprise.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No.”

You blinked. 

Jacob waits to see if you were to ask another question. 

“You’ve got freckles now, did you know that?” Jacob points out. 

A quiet “I do?” escapes your breath, sounding more like a question to himself than to Jacob. 

His hand cups your face, dragging a thumb across your sun-spotted cheeks. He could feel a dimple form under his palm as you smiled into his touch. His hand was warm from holding his tea. 

“I should start browsing for those face creams now then—we’re not so young now, Cobie.”

“Don’t.” Jacob kissed your forehead, “I like them- I love them.”

“You’re cheesy.”

“You love it,” Jacob’s grin shows the crow's feet surrounding his eyes. 

Smile lines marked along his face date the days he has spent in the soundless peace with you. 

In some ironic way, sometimes, this peace has become a deafening silence. The noise of the life you used to know formed the people you have become—but you, too, have grown in the quiet, private moments only you two know. 

Jacob used to not notice the gray that painted your curls until he examined you like this. When he looked close enough, he found that your face mirrored the fine lines on his own.

There is a spot on your temple he loves to kiss. He loves that that has gained a line, almost like a friend to tell the years apart from the face he first met. 

And before Jacob knew it, you were searching his face the way he had been gazing yours. 

“I had a bad dream last night,” Jacob says softly.

You nodded, encouraging him to continue without another word from him. Jacob drew comfort from the gesture. He never felt like he had to talk about the dreams, but with you, it almost feels necessary. It feels important. 

“Every dream without you in it is a bad dream,” he starts. 

“But, I’m here.”

“So, this must not be a dream?” Jacob smiles. This time, it doesn’t reach his eyes.

And you nodded again, instead of speaking to reply. 

“You were there, too,” he refers back to the dream, “But, I know I hated it.” 

Jacob takes a deep breath. 

You brought the hand holding your cheek and held it down to your lap. Your thumb moves back and forth across Jacob’s skin. You patiently waited, keeping your gaze on your entwined fingers, copying the same action Jacob did moments ago. 

Jacob wants to tell you to look up again. To continue staring at him and memorize the shades present in your eyes—the way its patterns had always lured him in, explaining how rich it looks seems dire when words are far too simple, far too limiting to even describe them, to begin with—oh, how he longs to look at it all day. 

He doesn’t tell you to look up. 

Your touch feels warm. It's almost deceiving, he thought. Your cup of tea was long gone, but it seemed like the heat only remains.

Jacob squeezed your hand and watched as your lips turn up into a smile. 

He reaches for a piece of hair dangling in front of your face and tucks it behind your ear. His movements felt slow like he was going against an invisible current.

You eventually lift your head up and look back at Jacob’s eyes.

“You were saying?”

“Hmm.. well, I think it was a different reality. Same world, but a different reality. I don’t remember anything but the gnawing feeling of regret. It felt heavy.” Jacob continues. “You were there but you weren’t by my side. At least, not anymore. The only time I saw your face was on the screen. One moment you were acting, then another, when you were talking about some film you were starring in- your hair was short, by the way- and you were smiling. The smile you gave was as pretty as ever.”

“Sounds like me.”

On the surface, the retort sounded like a lighthearted sentiment. But, Jacob sensed an odd tone beneath his lover’s countenance. An acute longing, so to speak. He wanted to know exactly how that came about, but it was such a subtle change that he decided not to mention it.

He thinks that you could afford to keep some secrets to yourself, too. 

“Oh love, your smile is still quite pretty,” Jacob sighs. 

You closed your eyes, wearing a slight smile. Shaking your head, you seemed to mean it in a “that wasn’t the point” kind of way. Jacob chuckles when he sees your cheeks blushing. Maybe, it was because you felt embarrassed or it was due to the heat, or both. 

There was nothing else in this world that would bring Jacob instant joy than making you feel beautiful. You may have heard those words from everyone else for the majority of your life, but it delighted Jacob to know that his words weighed a little more, even just a tiny bit more.  

Jacob loved that his words still affected you in that way. 

“What about it was so bad?”

Jacob hesitates to answer. He turned his gaze away from his lover’s face, still knowing that you were still smiling. But, he could also feel you staring. It was a force that slowly drew him near, in an unexplainable way, it pierced right through his stalling. 

“You were hurting, love,” Jacob says, “For reasons, I didn’t know. Like I- I couldn’t have known because I wasn’t there for you. It was as if, I lived my life without you by my side... and I couldn't wake up.”

“Honey, what else?

The moment he looked back into your eyes, Jacob’s stomach was in knots. 

Your hair was short, straight, and brown—free of any light strands that used to paint your curls gray.

You looked... young.

The freckles and the lines on your face were gone. But, they didn’t vanish in a manner that faded what once was. They disappeared like it never existed at all. 

Jacob’s breath hitched in pure confusion, unaware that he had been trying to hold your hand.

It only took Jacob a moment to realize that you were not confused, you were not reacting the same way. 

As if, you had been waiting for him to figure it out.

“You’re gone… You’ve been gone.”

He whispered with a voice so faint that Jacob could barely hear his own words. This stupid fucking dream. Then, tears started trickling down his face.

“Yes, Jacob. I’ve been gone for a while now.”

...

an: made my coworker cry today when i made her read this during lunch... my deepest apologies to her (i warned her beforehand!!!)

[azurenightzz]

KYU WHAT HAVE YOU DONE I THOUGHT I COULD GO TO SLEEP PEACEFULLY AFTER READING THIS BUT NOW IM BAWLING MY EYES OUT ?!?!?!? NO CS THIS IS SO BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN AT THE START I WAS LIKE OMG OMG 😍😍😍 AND THEN WHEN WE GOT TOWARDS THE END I JUST WENT SILENT. I WASN'T PREPARED FOR THE PLOT TWIST WHY DID THIS MADE ME CRY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

but that means you've basically done a good job (AS ALWAYS UGH) I LOVED THIS SM I WILL THINK ABOUT IT AS I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP TONIGHT AND ITS YOUR FAULT KYU 😭😭😭😭😭

[sungbeam]

this time, with breath

ji changmin x gn!reader

1.2k words, obvious tension, ig u could call it pining if you wanted to, fluff(...?), very light swearing, slow dancing with the friend you really want to be more than friends with, i also write in PRESENT TENSE??? absolutely unheard-of.

a/n: suddenly had a burst of inspiration tonight. blame it on this gorgeous edit of leehi's only

“It's pretty simple.”

Changmin holds out a hand to you—his left for your right—your fingers slotting against his like twin pieces of wood carved perfectly to fit the other. He coughs once, avoiding your eyes as you do the same, guiding your other hand to rest on his shoulder before settling his right hand on your waist. 

You feel the warmth of his palm over your side, the nerves there sensitive. The tension in your shoulders pull as you pretend you're not bothered. 

The position has you toe to toe, noses not nearly close enough to be brushing, but in proximity enough where you could count the eyelashes behind his glasses and smell the faint scent of aftershave on his skin. Your pulse pounds somewhere at your throat; your carotid artery has always been strongest around him. 

“Pretty simple for you,” you choke out in an attempt to lighten the heft in the air. Maybe it's the dim lighting as you and he stand in the middle of your living room, less than two breaths apart; maybe it's the faint knowledge that you are alone in this apartment together; maybe it's just the way his palm melts against yours. “I've got two left feet, y'know.”

He huffs out a laugh—breathy, barely there. It grazes your cheekbone in a phantom caress that seems to collapse all your nerves running from your face, down your spine in an intricate line of dominoes. “Yeah, don't worry. I know.”

You wrinkle your nose. “Hey! What's that supposed to mean?”

“That my feet still hurt from when you stepped on them two days ago.”

“That was an accident,” you say, rolling your eyes, and giving yourself a chance to look away from his stare. 

(If you only stand here, did his hand in yours spell out something different?)

“There was dog shit on the ground and I didn't see it in time.” 

It's a defense Changmin's undoubtedly heard at least five times since the incident, and he doesn't really care that you sound like a broken record. He's the one who keeps egging you on to say it again and again; he's the one who keeps dredging up that brief moment when your body brushed up against his. And maybe your winter jackets prevented any true skin to skin contact, but it didn't take away from the fact that he wants you to remember. 

He snorts. “Yeah, alright,” he drawls in a vocal tone that's low and lazy, and the corner of his mouth curls upward in a half-smirk that can only mean he's teasing. “But I swear to god, this'll be the easiest dance you ever do.”

“Willing to bet on it?” you ask in incredulity, shifting on your socked feet. 

Changmin cocks a brow at you, and you see it appear over the top rim of his glasses frame. “Stop stalling.”

“Damn.”

It almost gets a full smile out of him. You see his lip quiver, and you count it as a win. 

Your dance partner-slash-friend turns his head toward his phone laying on the coffee table nearby. “Hey Siri, play Only.”

“Playing Only by Leehi.” 

Your pulse leaps so hard you can feel it twitch against the meat of your neck. “Only?” you query with a chuckle that sounds unnervingly anxious. “Never took you for a romantic.”

He gives a shrug with one shoulder, the movement stiff. It's unlike him, you realize, as someone you understand to be graceful and effortless—a breath of air in his own right. “It’s a good song. Okay, just follow my lead.”

“Okay,” you whisper, your head immediately ducking to watch his feet and yours to prevent any collisions or overlap. “And by the way, I'm not refuting that it's a good song—”

“Eyes up here.” 

Your body moves as a marionette strung to the will of his commands. You meet his eyes again, and you have no other choice but to hold them—to hold two things that have the ability to make your every will crumble. “Why?”

Your bodies are moving in a loose diamond: back, right, left, forward; back, right, left, forward. And it's to the slow rhythm of Leehi's croons and the piano; time stands still… there is nowhere else in the world to be, but here, with his hand wrapped around yours and your eyes wrapped up in one another's. 

Briefly, you register the bob of his throat. “Hyperfocusing on your feet will make you fuck up,” he reasons quietly. “Just—the music will sway you.”

“Do you do this often?” you ask. “Think about slow dancing to this song, I mean.” You hope your hands aren't truly as clammy as you think they feel. “Is this on a playlist of other slow, romantic ballads, Ji Changmin?”

“What's with the interrogation?”

“I only ask because I'm curious.” The words coming out your mouth surge forward from the nervous pounding of your heart. It beats in three-four time, increasing in intensity as the song crescendos. 

Changmin doesn't answer the question. “You wanna spin? I think you're ready for a spin.”

Your eyes blow wide open. “Uhm no. What do you mean spi—” 

The curse on your tongue is lost in the wind, as Changmin effortlessly twirls you outward until your arms are extended and your fingers barely latch onto the other. In that brief pause, your eyes meet again, and it's the beam of delight on his lips that make your ankles want to twist, a muscle in your heart contracting violently. He's pulling you back toward him again, then, one half of a piece of string that physically cannot take being apart from the other. 

And in the beat of time that your world is spinning, you realize you don't know where to look. 

But in the blur, it's Changmin you see. 

Your feet fumble over one another, and his fingers hold fast to your own, clutching yours in a grip of iron as if he sensed your stumble before your brain could. Your body hits his chest, and you're bunching his shirt in your fingers. 

His hands have left yours and found the curve of your waist, chest rising and falling in rapid movements even as the song in the background is slowing to a close. “Sorry, I” —he’s lost his head for a moment, his voice, his words; and he swallows when you raise your head to look at him— “should've taught you how to spot first. That was my bad.”

“No, you're fine. It's fine,” you reassured him, pulling back. 

It's jarring how cold your waist feels where his hands have fallen away. 

Changmin grasps the back of his neck. “See? Not too bad, right?” The question comes with a slight upward intonation, toeing the water. 

You nod. “Yeah, no. For sure. You made it easy.”

He smiles then, the corners of it digging into his cheeks to form wells of contentment in the flesh. You miss the way his hands hesitate in the air between you two, because he has never hesitated before. “You'll be fine with whoever they pair you up with,” he says to you.

“Right.” It's stupid; you almost forgot you were learning to dance for an event, and not just because you wanted to know what it felt like. “Thanks.” For a moment there, you could fool yourself into thinking that there was something more. 

“Sure,” and he looks at you like it's nothing close to what he really wants to say. 

When you bring it up to him, he waves it away—a breath that has become air—and tells you it's something for another day.

a/n: pls remember to reblog if u enjoyed!

tbz m.list

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[azurenightzz]

beam stop....not only lee hi's only is one of my all-time fav song but playing it in the bg while i read this made me a little teary eyed for some reason 😭 i absolutely love settings like this with these kind of songs + dancing with your partner ugh i love love love ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 this fic had be giggling to being 🥺 and then giggling at some parts bcs i love their chemistry (btw it's so you and changmin i said what i said) and then 🥺 again

[sungbeam]

when did you know?

nonidol!lee sangyeon x f!reader

1.8k words, sangyeon and his friends are asked a very important question in wake of your wedding, fluff, est relationship au, transcript-style writing?, mild swearing, mentions of food

a/n: wrote this on the plane ride home :')

[The camera shifts and focuses on the figures in its viewfinder. They're a pair of handsome, young men—one of several to come in this series. A soft cough is heard from behind the camera, drawing their attention toward the sound.]

[JACOB and KEVIN flash the interviewer twin smiles.]

INTERVIEWER: Hi, thanks for being here today.

JACOB: Oh, it's our pleasure!

INTERVIEWER: As you may know, this will be a part of a short documentary-style film for the bride and groom. This session should be brief depending on what your answer to the question is.

[KEVIN's eyebrows arch slightly.] KEVIN: Oh, a question? Only one?

INTERVIEWER: Yes, just one. You and the groom are all good friends, right?

[JACOB and KEVIN nod, exchanging glances.]

KEVIN: Definitely. We're all in this big circle of friends. We kind of accumulated numbers throughout college, so to speak. Is that the question? [He chuckles.]

INTERVIEWER: No, no. My question has to do with the couple themselves. When did you know they were the ones for each other?

[ERIC claps his hands with a boyish grin, palms warming against one another as a response cooks in his head. Beside him, SUNWOO glances over with a silent look of contemplation.]

ERIC: I remember exactly when.

[The words “As expected from our resident The Notebook enthusiast” flash across the screen briefly.]

ERIC: It was when Sangyeon hyung first introduced us to her. It was at a bonfire party at the beach, and I remember how excited he was. His eyes were just… brighter than the flipping fire whenever he talked about her, talked to her, looked at her. Man… [He shakes his head with almost a wistful smile.] Anyways, the first thing he does when they get there is introduce her to every single one of his friends.

[SUNWOO starts to nod.] SUNWOO: You know, I do remember that. Hyung brought her over to me and I had half a hot dog in my mouth. He started talking about how she liked Kimi ni Todoke, and I got excited, but I couldn't fucking talk 'cause—

ERIC: Basically, hyung wanted her to build connections with all of us. He made the effort to take that first step, and she continued walking that road. They're perfect for each other.

SUNWOO: You interrupted me.

[ERIC only smiles, but it's clearly with a strain of pettiness at the corners.] ERIC: Well, you ate my ramen. And no one wants to hear about how you had a hot dog in your mouth.

[SUNWOO sticks his tongue out at his counterpart.] SUNWOO: Yn would…

YOUNGHOON: Well, this should be fun. [His face lights up with a smile, impish or innocent, no one can tell. He is just that good.]

[HAKNYEON purses his lips.] HAKNYEON: I feel like it wasn't really a moment for me, but a gradual realization, y'know.

[YOUNGHOON nods.] YOUNGHOON: I think you're right. It's like what they say about love: it sneaks up on you; but for us, it was the epiphany that our friend had found his perfect match.

[The friends share a smile with each other. Their answer is surprisingly wholesome.]

HAKNYEON: But if you want a specific moment—

YOUNGHOON: What about that one game night? They were being so sickly domestic, and I can't remember who said it…

HAKNYEON: Ah! It was Changmin. He was doing that fake gagging thing, and Yn and Sangyeon just did not give a shit. [A bright laugh falls from his mouth.] I bet they were already talking about rings then.

YOUNGHOON: That would make a lot of sense. 'Just get married already.’ And I don't think anyone expected them to look at each other like that.

INTERVIEWER: Like what?

HAKNYEON: Like... the only thing stopping them from going through with it right then and there was that there was no minister to ordain them.

CHANHEE: Yah, Ji Changmin, take this seriously!

[CHANGMIN lets out a high-pitched laugh, landing a playful slap on his friend's shoulder.] CHANGMIN: I will, I will—I swear!

[A sigh.] CHANHEE: As for your question, that specific moment probably came when Yn-ie confided in us about being scared. D'you remember that?

[His companion suddenly nods with an incredible amount of sobriety compared to just a few seconds ago.] CHANGMIN: Mmh. Yeah, that actually was… pretty revelatory.

INTERVIEWER: Scared? How would that correlate to your confidence in their partnership?

CHANHEE: Well, that night she told us how scared she was about it all going wrong. This is the longest relationship she's been in—I hope that's fine to say, Yn-ie—but her feelings were so overwhelming that she just…

CHANGMIN: There were a lot of things going wrong at that point in her life, but one of the few things she stressed about most was making sure that she and Sangyeon hyung were okay. She didn't need to say that he was her person; it's just something that you knew.

[Another surprisingly wholesome answer.]

[CHANHEE nods his agreement.] CHANHEE: Well said. I think when you're scared to lose a person in the way that she was, that's when you know.

CHANGMIN: Still don't know why she wouldn't let Chucky give her a hug though.

CHANHEE: Absolutely no one wants a hug from that cretin.

[And there it is. But it's the thought that counts, right?]

HYUNJAE: Man! Do I have a shit ton of stories—oh, we're allowed to curse, right? There aren't kids watching this at the wedding, are there? [He winces slightly, suddenly thinking of Sangyeon's nephews. Quickly, he mouths a very clear apology to the camera, but he doesn't know that others have already cursed in this video, too, and cared far less.]

[Like a couple of his friends, JUYEON is the one to marinate on the question a little longer. He's not as vocal about his romanticisms, but they do exist. There's a reason he loves Paris like he does.] JUYEON: Once, hyung wasn't feeling great. I forgot which finals week it was, but he'd had such a Hell week already—

HYUNJAE: So we can curse? Wait, is saying Hell a curse? [He waves away the thought.] Whatever. Yeah, I remember that one. I think it was our senior year of uni and he was trying to land a permanent position at his internship, too.

JUYEON: It was brutal out there. He got sick, but refused to rest when any of us tried to get him to.

[A nod.] HYUNJAE: Yn was the one who talked some sense into him. I don't know what she said to him, but I saw that man's defenses crumble right on his face. It was incredible.

JUYEON: Yeah… and I think besides making me realize that they were meant for each other, it made me also realize… if Sangyeon takes care of us, then who takes care of Sangyeon?

JUYEON and HYUNJAE, together: Yn.

INTERVIEWER: They take care of each other.

[JUYEON nods.] JUYEON: Of course. It's like they know exactly what the other person needs at that moment. It's magic. I want that one day.

HYUNJAE: I would call it a hive mind, but—who am I kidding? They're kind of perfect for each other.

[JACOB and KEVIN glance at each other again, and it's as if they've communicated through looks alone.]

KEVIN: We went ring shopping with him. [He grins brightly.]

JACOB: And it was an honor. Even though it was also very stressful. I can't imagine how stressful planning this wedding was, though.

[KEVIN wipes an imaginary bead of sweat from his forehead.] KEVIN: I am so glad I was not the Maid of Honor. I do not envy Soyeon. But yeah, we went ring shopping with him, and when we were at the last shop of the day, he got a call from her, from Yn.

JACOB: Mhm. Very standard ‘I’ll be home by dinner’ call, but at that moment, Sangyeon finds the ring.

INTERVIEWER: The ring?

[They nod.] JACOB and KEVIN, together: The ring.

JACOB: And time just kind of stops for a moment, before he's furiously pointing to it and waving us over—

KEVIN: All while Yn's on the other side of the phone, mind you.

JACOB: When the jeweler pulls the ring out of the case—and he just melts. It was the one he was looking for; we all knew. And he motioned for the ring to be bought and packed up, and then went right back to the call.

KEVIN: You could just tell that he was happy to just hear her voice. She must've said she was tired or something, because he offered to go pickup dinner and meet her at home.

JACOB: I know this isn't like the moment we realized they were meant to be, because obviously we thought that before, as well.

KEVIN: Somebody needed to talk about the ring shopping fiasco.

[They point at each other.] JACOB and KEVIN, together: Agreed.

INTERVIEWER: Do you need more time?

[SANGYEON glances up, rubbing his palms against his thighs. It's somewhat anxious, but there's a simultaneous calmness to his facial expression.] SANGYEON: No, I think I've got it. Though, it might sound cliché to some, but it's true, at least for me.

INTERVIEWER: That's all that matters—that it's true to you.

SANGYEON: You're right. I guess I've always known, somehow, that she was the one. It's really hard to envision where I'd be without her with me. I can't see myself rolling out of an empty bed or having coffee by myself in the mornings. I can't go without her hugs anymore, her smile and laugh. It's funny how much of a person can become so integral to your life that they almost become merged with your own.

INTERVIEWER: Some of the testimonials say you're close to soulmates.

[He chuckles, eyebrows raising.] SANGYEON: Is that what the kids are saying? I'm surprised. Soulmates is a… good way to put it.

INTERVIEWER: Do you not agree?

SANGYEON: No, I do agree. I just—we’re just two people in love. I think she would be in so many brilliant places even without me, but she makes me better. I am a better man with her by my side. If I had to pinpoint an exact moment, though?

[He pauses.] SANGYEON: It was snowing. Maybe the first snow of that year—it probably was. But I was making dinner, and she came barreling in all covered in that fluffy ice, but her eyes were twinkling and she was grinning from ear to ear. She pushes my coat over my body and drags me outside to see it fall… and I fell in love with her all over again. And I think… I think maybe that was when I realized I wanted to experience this—her—for the rest of my life.

INTERVIEWER: What would you say to her now?

[He takes a moment to gather himself, and there's a smile crawling onto his face when he raises his head to look straight into the camera.] SANGYEON: My love, I can't wait to marry you and experience everything, new or old, with you. I love you so much.

[The screen fades to black, marking the end to this section of the video.]

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[azurenightzz]

WORLD STOP WORLD PAUSE THE SUNGBEAM IS BACK AND SHE DELIVERED ‼️‼️‼️ this was such a new writing style and i find it SO CUTE ACTUALLY HAHAHHAHA it's kind like reading a magazine interview they're so chaotic (as expected tbh)

some of my fav moments:

[The words “As expected from our resident The Notebook enthusiast” flash across the screen briefly.]

hshshshsh pls the notebook will never leave this man's memory i fear 😭😭😭

ERIC: It was when Sangyeon hyung first introduced us to her. It was at a bonfire party at the beach, and I remember how excited he was. His eyes were just… brighter than the flipping fire whenever he talked about her, talked to her, looked at her. Man… [He shakes his head with almost a wistful smile.] Anyways, the first thing he does when they get there is introduce her to every single one of his friends. He started talking about how she liked Kimi ni Todoke, and I got excited, but I couldn't fucking talk 'cause— ERIC: Basically, hyung wanted her to build connections with all of us. He made the effort to take that first step, and she continued walking that road. They're perfect for each other.  SUNWOO: You interrupted me.

I SNORTED OUT SO BAD PLS AKSDNAKSDJNK THIS OTAKU BE OBSESSED AND PROMOTING KIMI NI TODOKE LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT BUT ERIC SAID NOT TODAY SIR

[HAKNYEON purses his lips.] HAKNYEON: I feel like it wasn't really a moment for me, but a gradual realization, y'know.

bcs my boyfriend knows best 🥰🥰🥰

HAKNYEON: Ah! It was Changmin. He was doing that fake gagging thing, and Yn and Sangyeon just did not give a shit.

CHANGMIN DID WHAT IM SORRY AKJNDKSAJNDKAJSNNNDF SANGYEON NOT GIVING A SHIT IS SO REAL OF HIM PLS

SANGYEON: You're right. I guess I've always known, somehow, that she was the one. It's really hard to envision where I'd be without her with me. I can't see myself rolling out of an empty bed or having coffee by myself in the mornings. I can't go without her hugs anymore, her smile and laugh. It's funny how much of a person can become so integral to your life that they almost become merged with your own.

im framing this shit on a picture frame idc im putting it on my desk bcs sangyeon loves me the mostest 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[He pauses.] SANGYEON: It was snowing. Maybe the first snow of that year—it probably was. But I was making dinner, and she came barreling in all covered in that fluffy ice, but her eyes were twinkling and she was grinning from ear to ear. She pushes my coat over my body and drags me outside to see it fall… and I fell in love with her all over again. And I think… I think maybe that was when I realized I wanted to experience this—her—for the rest of my life. 

y-you're telling me he saw me in that way im 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

SANGYEON: My love, I can't wait to marry you and experience everything, new or old, with you. I love you so much.

AND I SAY PUT A RING ON IT I WILL MARRY YOU FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE

I LOVED THIS SO MUCH THANK YOU SO MUCH BEAM FOR WRITING THIS FOR HEALING THAT LITTLE SADNESS IN ME CS IM IN MY MILITARY WIFE DEPRESSION ERA THANK YOU THANK YOU UGH I LOVE YOU SO SO BAD I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH ALL HAIL SUNGBEAM 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

[snowflakewhispers]

Grooms versus spicy polaroids- Changmin/Q

Groom! Changmin who doesn't know what he's expecting when one of your bridesmaids saunters up to him and asks for his hand before slapping a polaroid face-down onto his palm, and his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets when he flips it over to the sight of you clad in a set of white lingerie that barely keeps anything covered.

Groom! Changmin who hopes that nobody notices his cheeks starting to flush a deep scarlet, tongue poking against his cheek and eyes searching the room so he can confront you about this little game you're playing.

Groom! Changmin whose mission is a lot harder than he anticipates, constantly interrupted by your bridesmaids with more of your polaroids getting shoved into his hands and pockets.

Groom! Changmin who can only think about whether you're wearing that white lingerie set right now, and he wonders if he’ll be able to undress you with only his teeth.

Groom! Changmin who gets increasingly riled up as each polaroid he receives is more scandalous than the next, and while he's aware of this pattern, he can't stop himself from looking at them and letting them chip away at his composure.

Groom! Changmin who finally gets to you holds you unusually tight during your first dance, pulling you flush against him, making you feel his breath on your neck and pressing his hand into your lower back possessively as he guides you on the dance floor.

Groom! Changmin whose eyes darken with sheer lust when you wave what he thinks is the final polaroid in front of his face before slipping it into his pocket, the image of your ass in nothing but a white, lacy thong searing into his mind and sending his blood rushing south again.

Groom! Changmin who whispers promises of how he's not letting you get away with teasing him in front of his friends and family so easily, but gets interrupted when you shove yet another polaroid into his pocket.

Groom! Changmin who doesn't bother looking at the last polaroid, graciously waving goodbye to all the guests as they send you off and hurries you towards the bridal suite as soon as the both of you round the corner.

Groom! Changmin who's finally able to get his hands on you now that he's gotten you alone, keeping his eyes on yours as he takes your garter between his teeth and pulls it down your leg before nudging your thighs apart, coincidentally recreating your position in the polaroid that he was too pent up to look at.

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[azurenightzz]

🔞 MDNI!! 🔞

me rn bcs what the actual fck.

[snowflakewhispers]

Playing Fair. | Octoberfest Day 11

Pairing: Lawyer! Sangyeon x lawyer! fem! reader

Drink: Sangria with a side of jägermeister (Rivals/Orgasm Denial)

Synopsis: Sangyeon has always held his tongue when it comes to you, but when you go one step too far for your selfish desires, he has to take it upon himself to settle the score.

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), profanities, orgasm denial, degradation (?), established power dynamics, pet names (sweetheart), fingering (f! receiving), unprotected sex, the pull-out method, semi-public sex, begging, crying (towards the end)

Network: @deoboyznet

A/N: This is not an accurate depiction of the individual(s) mentioned and is entirely fictional. We're almost at the end of the octoberfest series, hope you've enjoyed this as much as we have! Shoutout to @midnightfantasiez for beta-reading!

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As his colleagues begin to bid their goodbyes to each other, turn the lights off and discuss their plans for the weekend, Sangyeon seethes in his office. He’s been angry many times before, but he’s never felt rage quite like this.

He used to pride himself as a patient man, always keeping his cool no matter how many times or how hard people tried to push his buttons. But alas, someone as insufferable and selfish as you has finally managed to get him to snap. 

He feels as if the universe is out to get him- he was subject to your competitiveness in law school, constantly playing tug-of-war for the honour of being the top of the class, and when he thought that he had finally shook you off and got hired by the third law firm he applied to, he was furious when he found out that you were working there too. The memory of you smiling wickedly at the fact that you were one step ahead of him still haunts him, and his blood boils as he remembers that smile turning into something more sinister when you pulled the rug from under his feet, having your superior kick him from your joint case to claim it for yourself. 

He knows what you’re trying to do, and he couldn’t care less if you got promoted before he did, but he won’t stand by and let you sabotage his career to get yourself ahead. 

He’s not gonna let you get away with this. 

He gets up from his seat abruptly, sending his wheeled chair colliding into the shelf behind him as he storms out of his office, down the hall and into yours. 

You nearly jump out of your own skin when the door to your office slams open with a loud bang, causing the glass walls of your office to rattle, and your look of shock quickly darkens into a sharp glare when you see your fellow colleague making quick strides towards your desk.  

Sangyeon stops in front of you, chest heaving, eyebrows knitted together, arms crossing over each other as he stares you down. 

“How low are you willing to go?” he snaps, “when the fuck are you going to stop trying to screw me over?”

His anger grows tenfold when you simply smile at him, cocking your head to the side and finding amusement in the way he’s desperately trying to hold himself together. For a moment he thinks it would be better to walk away right now, drive home and try to forget the events of today while nursing on a glass of whiskey, but he doesn’t move. He’s not conceding to you, and he’s not going to leave this room until you’ve cleaned up the mess you made.  

He exhales sharply and continues, “you know that case was supposed to be for both of us, you can’t take this on by yourself.”

You cross your arms, sitting up in your chair and holding his stare, “confrontation isn’t going to stop me from getting promoted, Attorney Lee.” 

“Our client specifically requested two attorneys,” he retorts, his voice on the brink of shouting, “we’re supposed to work on this together. Did you forget what that means? Is that why you kissed up to the higher-ups behind my back and took over the whole damn case?” 

“I work better alone,” you sigh, starting to flip through a case file and trying to display your lack of interest in a problem that you have no intention of solving. “By the way, you really ought to resolve your anger issues. It would do you some good to get a grip on your emotions before I become your boss.” 

He didn’t think it was even possible to hate you more than he did before today, but once again, you’ve proved him wrong. You becoming his direct superior would mean getting dragged through the circles of hell and being robbed of everything he’s worked for. You’d make him more miserable than he is now, you’d work him to the bone and never let him live his life outside of the office, and you’d drive him out of the firm before he could die at his desk. 

No, he won’t have it. He won’t let you make him give up on everything he’s sacrificed too much for. Even if it means being here all night, he’ll take you down a peg one way or another. 

He straightens his posture, brooding over you and preparing to hit you where it hurts, “who are you to tell me to solve issues that I don’t have when you can’t even resolve your own?”

You narrow your eyes in annoyance and mild confusion, about to ask him what he’s referring to but he doesn’t let you speak.

He uncrosses his arms, takes a step towards your desk, and presses his weight through his hands on the mahogany surface as he leans down to face you. “You carry yourself as if you’re this strong, independent woman while you’re at work,” he seethes, “but I know that this isn’t who you are.

“I’ve known you for long enough. You’re an open book. Sure, you get shit done around here, but when you’re all alone, frustrated and left to your own devices, I think- no, I know- that you can’t get off on your own.” 

You try to maintain your stoicism, but the twitch of your eye gives you away, and Sangyeon smirks in amusement, mildly triumphant at the fact that he struck a nerve. He rounds your desk, his smirk still plastered on his face as he stalks towards you, but you make no move to back away. 

“I remember how you were back in law school- so bloody uptight, taking things way too seriously and always refusing to let anyone work with you… it also seems as if you never had anyone to help you unwind from all that stress…” he leans down, placing his hands on the armrests of your chair and effectively trapping you beneath him. “It’s been years now, but you’re still devoting your time to the office and the courtroom, because you still haven’t learned a thing.” 

He raises a hand to grasp your chin, tilting your head up to face him and you gasp quietly at the boldness of his actions. “You’re too proud to ask for help. But guess what, sweetheart, you can’t do everything on your own. Face it, sweetheart. You need me.”

“Shut the f-” 

You have your hand drawn back, ready to the stupid smirk off his face, but Sangyeon’s faster. He catches your wrist, yanks you up, and pushes you towards your desk, shoving you down by your shoulder and pinning your wrist behind your back. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, sweetheart.” 

You struggle in his hold, putting up a fight even though he’s much stronger than you, and Sangyeon laughs at your attempts. Part of you wants to surrender to him completely, to learn what it would feel like to be plunged into pure ecstasy and finally getting the release that’s always been beyond your reach, but you’re too blinded by pride and ambition to do so. 

“I’m giving you the opportunity to beg for my help, sweetheart. Go on. Beg me to help you get off.” 

He trails the fingertips of his spare hand over the back of your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake and delighting in the way you shiver. 

“Sangyeon-” you strain, trying to reach for his hand and push him away, but he merely laughs at you. 

“Getting shy now? There’s nobody around…”

He grabs fistfuls of your pencil skirt, shoving the fabric up around your waist and he tries to suppress a groan when he gets a look of your drenched underwear. He hooks a finger through them, pulling them to the side and fully exposing your dripping cunt, and he feels himself growing hard at the sight. No matter how stubborn you try to be, your body cannot lie. 

“Beg. Beg while I’m still nice enough to even think about touching you like this.”

“Please,” you whisper, but it’s not good enough for him. Far from enough. He pinches the flesh of your ass and you whimper at the sting. “Beg properly,” he demands, “I know you’re not one to half-ass things.”

“P-please… please just do something, anything- oh my god!”

A loud whine is forced from your lips as he sinks a finger into you, reaching deeper and deeper until it’s buried to the knuckle. He keeps it pressed inside of you for a while, relishing in your quiet whimpers before withdrawing it and returning it to your tight cavern along with a second finger, and he chuckles darkly when you cry out at the stretch. 

Sangyeon teases you with shallow pumps of his fingers, occasionally stroking his thumb over your swollen clit and taking in the way your hips jolt each time he does. 

You’ve never felt like this before. Too busy to build your love life or find someone to use for a night, you’ve always resorted to trying to chase your climax all by yourself. You’ve lost count of the number of times you went to bed exhausted and frustrated because your own fingers couldn’t bring you the satisfaction you craved so desperately. You have repeatedly tried to convince yourself that pleasure is a luxury that you don’t need in your life, but with the way your rival’s fingers are rubbing against your walls so sinfully, there’s no way you could ever live without it. 

“Poor thing,” he coos, his voice laced with feigned sympathy, “poor baby must have been suffocating without anyone to give her relief, hm?”

“Mhm,” you huff, moaning loudly when he begins to pump his fingers faster and deeper inside of you. 

As your thighs quiver and moans continue to spill from your parted lips, Sangyeon is hyper-focussed on the way your glistening cunt squeezes his fingers so tightly. He wonders how long you’ve been able to function without a proper fuck, he wonders if you’ll feel even tighter around his cock, and he wonders if he’ll be able to fuck an apology out of you and get you to set things straight. 

“Admit it,” he snaps, pumping his fingers into you with more vigour and pressing his thumb onto your clit, “admit that you need me.”

“N- ngh! N-need you… need you so bad…” 

Without warning, he pulls his fingers from you completely and you whine in protest. You’re about to get up from your position and try to order him to finish what he started, but the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper being pulled down has you freezing in your tracks. 

A strong hand presses into your lower back, pinning your front to your desk again, and before you can process what’s happening, your entrance is breached by the thick, flushed head of Sangyeon’s cock. 

Your jaw goes slack, letting the loudest moan reverberate through your office as he inches into you. You claw and grip at the edge of your desk, and Sangyeon is trying his hardest not to release inside of you right there and then. He was right about his assumptions, but nothing could have prepared him for just how suffocating your cunt is. He hisses as your walls flutter around him, your cunt moulding itself to every single ridge and vein. Determined, he pushes through the resistance, allowing himself to let out a groan of pleasure. 

Held in place with his hands on your hips, you feel Sangyeon push into you as if there’s any room left for him to move, and with each inch you take, your thirst for absolute power and control slips from your mind. 

Just as you’re adjusting to the first few inches of his length, he surges forward with a grunt, sheathing the rest of his cock inside of you in one swift movement, hips slapping against your ass, and you jerk forward with a shriek. 

His fingernails dig crescents into the flesh of your hips as his thrusts build momentum, overwhelming you with the sudden onslaught of pleasure rather than graciously letting you adjust to his size.  

“Fuck- Sangyeon!” you cry out. 

Debauched moans and cries are knocked from you from the impact of his thrusts, spurring Sangyeon to go faster, harder, and deeper. You shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are now, and on some level you hate that you have given in to your need for an orgasm so easily- to your rival, no less- but right now, you’re too fucked out to give shit. 

 “So close… ‘m so close, Sangyeon…” you murmur. 

He accelerates the pace of his hips, speeding you towards your high, and he sets your mind and body ablaze with excitement and a desperate need to be flung over the edge and sent into euphoria. Sangyeon’s groans and grunts get louder, more hoarse, and you’re convinced that he’s just as lost in pleasure as you are. You’re chasing your climax, it’s so close you can almost grasp it, and as the fire spreads in your belly, you think you can grab Sangyeon by the hand and get him to meet you at your peak, but in your haze of lust, you forget that with the way you’ve treated him over the past few years, your rival has no reason to be kind or forgiving. 

He pulls out of you abruptly, leaving you gaping and empty while he makes a mess all over your cunt and inner thighs with ropes of white. 

“Wait- No!” you sob, scrambling to pull him back and have him fill you up again, but he steps out of your reach, leaving you to slump helplessly against your desk. 

“You love taking everything away from me, but know this, sweetheart- I can take everything away from you just as easily.”

It’s at this moment that you learn that Sangyeon might be just as cruel as you are, and you curse at him in your mind for leaving you dishevelled, wrecked and limp on the surface of your desk. Tears trickle from the corners of your eyes, and you grieve that the knot that’s been unravelling within you has dissolved into nothingness. 

“You’ll get your release when you get off that fucking high horse of yours and tell the higher-ups that you made a mistake and you want me back on the case.”

He zips his slacks back up, buckling his belt and smoothing a hand over his hair while he glances at your trembling figure. He leans over you, pressing his chest to your back again and hovering his lips over your ear.  “I look forward to working closely with you.”

[azurenightzz]

🔞 MDNI!! 🔞

i meant what i said everything in your doc and i will no longer be sane about lawyer sangyeon after this fic. i need him to talk dirty to me, degrade me for all he wants, he can play with my feelings and leave me all high and dry and then i do the same and the nasty back to him JUST HE WAITS IM COMING FOR HIS ASS.

me after reading this fic bcs yes.

[planetkiimchi]

worth the wait | x.dj

featuring: best friend!xiaojun x reader

summary — xiaojun has been your best friend for all of 10 years, but it’s only lately that he’s started to notice how jealous he gets when you hang out with people that aren’t him. but despite your best efforts, he remains oblivious to your feelings for him.

author’s note: MY SMAU DEBUT WHO ELSE CHEERED! this also serves as a teaser for keep me close, a xiaojun fic that i’ll be hopefully writing soon. i guess this kind of has some spoilers for that, but this can also be read as the “smau version” of the full fic :) @winterchimez please humbly accept my offering 🙏

wayv taglist: @kangtaehyunzzz, @raevyng, @moonkyeom

general taglist: @slytherinshua

[azurenightzz]

hi kimchi!! ally here 😊 im sorry but when i first read the first messages i immediately laughed bcs hes such a himbo hajdjdjdnen and he watches bridgerton too??? okay pop off princess i won’t judge 💅 ofc there has to be malatang in there lmao and he gets jealous bcs he ain’t got no guts to confess his feelings 😔 but its okay i’ll take it as him being shy & lemme help him open up 😙

overall such a fun read and i love this so much!! thank you for writing this aahhh i can’t wait for the junjun fic too 🫶🏻💗

[daisyvisions]

Unspoken Words (Pt. 3)

➺ Pairing: best friend!Sangyeon x afab!reader x enemy!Hyunjae

➺ Summary: If someone were to tell you that you'd be in a fake relationship with the person you despise the most just to make your best friend jealous, you would've laughed in their face. But here you are... caught up in this exact situation.

➺ Word Count: 7.4K

➺ Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI) very angsty but with a happy ending, jealousy, confessions, some arguments, mentions of being drunk, heated makeouts, groping, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f! receiving), slight masturbation, marking, neck biting, slight dry humping, pet names (sweetheart and ) lots and lots of sexual tension y'all (pls let me know if I missed anything!)

➺ A/N:  Okay hear me out... it wasn't supposed to take this long for me to write this I swear 😭 but life got in the way huhu but anyways WOW 7.4K words? this is the longest fic I've ever written! This is the last part of this series and while I'm sad it has to come to an end, I'm just very proud of this series as a whole! Proofread once, I hope you enjoy this last part!

➺ Part 1 | Part 2

➺ Network and tags: @deoboyznet @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers @aimeecarreros and the anon that reminded me to write for it bless you I hope you see this!

As your body sways to the rhythm of the music blasting through the speakers, you can't help but become immersed in the kaleidoscope of colors moving around you. You finally feel relaxed enough after a couple of drinks and slowly let everything around you move through you like an ocean wave.

It's been a while since you've been this loose, especially with all the college requirements piling on you like bricks. You needed this, especially since it was your birthday. You deserved to have a break and not think of any responsibilities for a moment and have fun with the person you adore the most… your best friend. Speaking of best friend, where the hell is he right now?

Your mind pulls you away from your reverie as your eyes frantically search for the man who was with you all night. The man who had your whole birthday planned out and dragged you to this place. And just like a moth to a flame, you spot him easily across the room sitting by the bar as he watches you with his warm eyes, the growing smile on his face as soon as his eyes finally meet yours.

Without hesitation, you make your way towards him, weaving through the sea of bodies. You stop right in front of where he sits, your body wedged between his legs as you place your hands on his shoulders for stability. His eyes grow wide as you slowly lean closer to him, wondering what you might do next.

"C'mon Sangyeon, dance with me!" Your mouth is dangerously close to his ear as you try your best to speak above the reverberating music around you.

"I think I'll pass. I'm good right here," he responds as his hand holds your waist to stop you from swaying.

"You can't say no, it's my birthday, remember?" you remind him, your tone playful yet insistent.

Sangyeon hesitates for a moment, his gaze flickering between you and the crowded dance floor. You can see the internal struggle playing out on his face. He lets out a heavy sigh, remembering that he was the one who set that rule for the evening to begin with. It was the condition he had suggested in order for you to say yes to going out tonight.

"Okay… let's dance," he sighs, quickly chugging down the rest of his drink before allowing you to lead him onto the dance floor.

As soon as you step foot on the dance floor, Sangyeon grabs your wrist and makes you twirl for him. You laugh at the silly gesture but continue to dance with him and let the music move through both of you.

He laughs at how loose-limbed your movements have become but still tries to match your energy nonetheless despite not being much of a dancer. Sangyeon can't help but smile as butterflies soar throughout his body.

He can't believe how lucky he is to have you in his life, wishing for moments like this to never end.

Later on in the night as you both walk back to your apartment, Sangyeon wraps his arm around you, trying to keep your balance as you yap about anything and everything. For some, this would be considered bothersome, having to be the caretaker of their tipsy friend. But to Sangyeon, it doesn't matter as long as it was you.

Aside from getting you home safe, all he can focus on is the beautiful sound of your voice and the way you hold onto him closely. The smell of your perfume was far more intoxicating than the drinks you downed tonight.

When you both finally make it to your front door, you suddenly spin around to hug Sangyeon tightly. "This was the best birthday ever, thank you so much Sangyeon," you mumble against his shoulder.

"Anything for my girl," he smiles, returning the same hug you're giving him.

His cheek presses against your head, taking all the strength he could muster to not kiss your temple. You both hug each other for a little while longer, not wanting this moment to end. As soon as you reluctantly pull away from one another, Sangyeon chuckles at the tousled appearance of your hair.

"Here, let me just—" Sangyeon's hand reaches for the loose strand of hair and gently tucks it behind your ear. You impulsively press your cheek onto his palm, letting the heat of his skin cradle you as you sigh dreamily.

You look up at him with these sultry eyes, and Sangyeon can't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. This kind of thing has never happened between the two of you. He tries his best to ignore the sudden warmth blooming at the back of his neck but fails as soon as his eyes gravitate towards your lips almost touching his palm.

"Sangyeon?"

Beep, beep, beep! The sound of your alarm rings as you wake up from your dream. You find yourself smiling as you open your eyes, but reality hits you like a lightning strike as you soon realize who was the male lead of your dream.

You aren't upset because the dream ended so abruptly, but rather the scenario reminds you of a time when you and Sangyeon were happy. When you two were still friends and not in the shit show you're currently in where he makes you feel like a total stranger.

Before you start wallowing in your own sadness, you rub your eyes and immediately get up from your bed, stretch, and check your phone. Today, you're assigned to check the inventory and the progress of everything the team needs for the play next week. While that sounds easy to do, it also means you have to quality check and sort out all the props, costumes, and other items before the tech rehearsal.

Today is definitely going to be a long one, but at least it will give you enough distraction from overanalyzing that dream, right?

You slowly exhale a sigh of frustration as you continue untangling the mess of rope on your lap. Not only have you been trying to straighten them out for the past hour or so, but you also start to feel a numbing pain in your tailbone as you sit cross-legged on the stage. It was a mistake positioning yourself here as you figure out this task, but at least you were a few more tasks away from calling it a day.

"Didn't expect to see you here—" A deep voice startles you. You were so focused on unraveling the rope from its tangled knots that you didn't pay attention to the creaking sound of the auditorium's entrance.

You clutch your chest, trying to calm your heartbeat while your eyes search for the source of the voice. You'd think finding who the voice belonged to would calm your nerves, but you suddenly feel your heart pounding harder than it did a few seconds ago when your eyes finally lock in on the other person's face. Oh god… Sangyeon.

"Uh—" You try to swallow down the non-existent lump stuck in your throat. "The rest of the team couldn't make it today so I volunteered to help…"

"I know, I signed up with you weeks ago to check on inventory, remember?" He awkwardly laughs. And in that moment, it only occurred to you that you did in fact sign up with Sangyeon for this weeks ago, the whole rift between you two making you forget that little detail.

"R-right…" You turn away to focus on the task at hand before he spots the embarrassed look on your face, quietly praying that he will decide to just leave you to your work.

But apparently, the universe had other plans for you today.

Sangyeon starts walking down the center aisle of the auditorium. The sound of his footsteps is so slow and gentle it's more nerve-wracking than any sound you've ever heard. You really do try your best to ignore him, but that alone starts to become difficult as the faint scent of his warm cologne starts to invade your senses.

"Need a hand?" Sangyeon offers, taking a step closer to the edge of the stage.

"No, I've got it," you quickly reply as your eyebrows furrow in frustration at a particularly difficult knot.

Sangyeon chuckles at your stubbornness, finding it cute rather than annoying. Suddenly, he places his hands on the edge of the stage and pulls himself up, his figure now closer to you than ever before as he sits right across from you.

"Here—" He grabs the tumbleweed of rope from your hands and starts to untangle the mess effortlessly.

"You were always a stubborn one, huh?" he teases, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment.

"I only learn from the best," you reply, sharing a slightly awkward laugh together.

"Come on," Sangyeon says, his voice softer now. "I'll help you so you don't stay up too late."

At first, you were worried about how awkward it would be to have Sangyeon around you for a couple more hours considering everything that has happened between you two. But much to your surprise, it was like nothing happened at all, as if you two were just picking up where your friendship had left off.

The first couple of minutes or so were obviously weird, but as soon as Sangyeon made a joke about an incident that happened backstage weeks ago with two of the crew members, you couldn't help but burst out laughing. From that point on, you two were talking nonstop as you tried to untangle the rope together. And for the first time in weeks, you both felt that missing part of you become whole again.

By the time you both finished straightening out the rope, he asked you what other tasks you had left so he could work on some while you did the other half. You both got up to do your tasks and met back at the same spot where you sat cross-legged from one another to finish retouching the paint on some props.

As the night went on, Sangyeon couldn't help but steal glances at you as you focused on painting the item in your hand. A warm, fuzzy feeling engulfed his entire body, remembering how it felt to be around you like this again.

He suddenly snapped back into reality as you let out a loud sigh as you brush the loose hair from your cheek with the back of your hand. A light streak of paint smudges your skin, making Sangyeon chuckle at the sight of it.

"What's so funny?" You looked at him quizzically. Sangyeon couldn't help but smile at your confused face. Without hesitation, he put down the brush in his hand and leaned closer to you.

"You've got a little something—" He held your head steady with his palm as his thumb tried to remove the smudge of paint on your cheek.

You suddenly became aware of how close you were to Sangyeon. You could see every detail of his face. Your heart began to race as you realized he was staring at you intently, his breath catching in his throat.

"T-there. Just a bit of paint, that's all—" Sangyeon stammered, his eyes never leaving your face. Before he could lower his hand, you impulsively grabbed his wrist a little more firmly than you had hoped, instantly missing the warmth of his palm against your cheek.

You melt at the touch of his caress, eyes closing as his warm hand envelops your skin. You turn your head slightly for your lips to lightly touch his inner wrist. Your heart starts pounding out of your chest; it's as if this moment seems too familiar to you.

"Sangyeon?" You say his name under your breath, wondering if he could hear how loud your heart is beating in this moment. Wondering if his heart is also beating as loud as yours.

Sangyeon's lips part, his mind running a mile a minute as he tries to find the right words to say. How can he, especially when you look at him with deep longing? After everything that has happened between you two?

He sees your eyes falter with his lack of response as you try to slowly pull away from him. Regret starts to consume him, knowing that this would be the last time he'd ever get close to you again.

No, he can't lose you, not like this. It's either he does it now or regrets this for the rest of his life.

"Fuck it—" Sangyeon grips the back of your neck and pulls you towards him, your lips suddenly pressed against his.

You impulsively place your hand on his chest and push him away, scanning his face for his reaction. But all you can see is how dilated his pupils are, looking at you with an intense gaze you have never seen before. Suddenly, the air around becomes stuffy and surges with desire all at once.

Without a word, you grab the fabric of his shirt and pull him towards you desperately as you smash your lips against his once more. Sangyeon responds with the same level of desperation as he cups your face between his warm hands and presses a deeper kiss onto you. He groans at the sound of your faint whimper as he hastily pushes the props and other items that stand between you two to the side, not giving a damn if they get all messed up.

His body hovers over yours as he leans closer to you, gently guiding your back onto the wooden floor of the stage. Your hands try to cling onto his broad shoulders, but as soon as you lay completely flat beneath Sangyeon, you find yourself grabbing onto the back of his hair and pulling him closer than ever before.

He inserts his knee between your legs, causing them to split apart while he tries his best not to place his entire weight onto you. Your core accidentally brushes against his thigh as you both adjust yourselves, gasping into his mouth at the delicious friction below. Sangyeon wastes no time slipping his tongue between your lips, moaning at how your tongues move together so perfectly. He needed to taste more of you or else he would go insane.

As Sangyeon's lips pull away from yours, they start to make a trail from your jaw down to the column of your neck. Each kiss feels as if he's leaving permanent marks on you despite not actually sucking on your skin. Your faint whimpers and sighs of satisfaction encourage him to keep going. He was so lost in the moment that he had forgotten where you were. But that didn't matter to him at all.

All he could think about was having you in his arms again.

Just as things were starting to become even more heated between you two, a loud ringing echoes in the air. The source was coming from your phone, which was just a few inches away from Sangyeon. At first, you tried to ignore it, too caught up in the sensation of Sangyeon's lips on your neck, his hands inching dangerously close to areas that made your core throb in excitement. But when the phone kept on ringing, you couldn't avoid the curiosity any longer.

You reach for your phone, trying to calm yourself before answering so that whoever was calling you wouldn't suspect anything odd on your end (but that alone was difficult as Sangyeon deepened the kisses on your neck).

"Hello?" Your phone fumbles against your ear as you try to hold it steady. "Oh, Hyunjae, I was just—"

As soon as you said his name, Sangyeon froze. It was as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over him, suddenly bringing him back to reality. He chuckles under his breath, mentally slapping himself for getting so carried away with you like this that he forgot the person thats between you and him.

Sangyeon lets go of your waist and abruptly gets up to straighten his clothes and hair. Without warning, he hops off the stage and walks towards the exit of the auditorium. You try to process what the fuck is happening all the while maintaining your current conversation with Hyunjae over the phone.

"I'll call you back, Hyunjae. Give me a sec—" You get up and try to follow Sangyeon quickly.

By the time you burst through the theater's doors, you see Sangyeon walking to the nearest fountain to take a sip and splash water on his face. You walk towards him carefully as he lets out a sigh of frustration and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Sangyeon?" you call out softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. But he flinches away from your touch, causing a massive ache in your chest.

"This... this was a mistake. I shouldn't have come here," he replies, his voice cold and distant.

"What? Sangyeon, can you please just—"

"It's nothing," he interrupts you.

"It's not nothing. Tell me."

"Seriously, it's nothing. Leave it alone."

"Sangyeon, cut the bullshit," you snap, your patience wearing thin.

"What?" he asks, his tone defensive.

"You've been acting weird towards me ever since the day after my birthday, and I want to know why," you say, your voice rising with frustration. "Why have you been avoiding me? Making me feel like shit?"

Something in Sangyeon seems to snap at your words. "You want to know what it is?" he practically shouts. "Hyunjae. He's my fucking problem. Doesn't help that I see you two everywhere I go and practically hear you two at each other like animals!"

"I didn't even know you were coming over that day!" you retort. "This all wouldn't have happened if you had just not cut me off like that. It fucking hurt, Sangyeon. Then now you can't just suddenly walk into my life again like nothing happened, kiss me, and expect everything to be okay!"

"You wouldn't understand," Sangyeon says, his voice suddenly tired.

"Understand what exactly?" you press.

"I—" Sangyeon struggles to get the words out of his throat.

"That night, your birthday party," he says slowly, searching your face. "You don't remember anything at all?"

"Stop with the cryptic shit and just spit it out!" you say, your patience completely gone.

"Fine!" Sangyeon explodes. "You want to know why I've been avoiding you this whole time?"

You nod, bracing yourself for whatever he's about to say.

"You kissed me."

His words hit you like a train. "W-what?"

"And you wanna know what hurts the most? The way you looked at me the next day when I almost tried to kiss you again. You looked at me with this terrified expression on your face, as if you regretted what had happened." His voice lowers as he explains. You don't notice the tiny dots of tears forming at the corners of his eyes.

"W-why didn't you just tell me?" you murmur, the pieces falling into place as you realize your dream from last night was actually a forgotten memory.

"I panicked," Sangyeon admitted. "What if you didn't mean it at all and I just made a fool of myself? I didn't want to ruin our friendship. And I know how dumb it was of me to cut you off, but it hurt knowing that you didn't feel the same way and I would have to live with that memory every time I looked at you."

A numbing silence fills the air for a moment.

"I—I couldn't face you after knowing what your lips felt like, what it felt like to hold you. I'm a coward, I know that now. I should've apologized during the dance, but it was too late."

You stood there, frozen, as Sangyeon poured his heart out. Then he suddenly asks you a question that made your heart stop.

"If I hadn't kissed you just a while ago, would you still have talked to me? Would you have chosen me over Hyunjae?" Before you could formulate a response, your phone rang again. It was Hyunjae. Sangyeon's face fell, and he took a step back.

"Go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll finish up the work inside."

You stand frozen as Sangyeon walks away. Everything suddenly feels too intense that you don’t even realize the tears that start to run down your cheeks. You need to get out of here or else you’ll drive yourself insane.

You grab your phone, fingers hovering over Hyunjae's number. At first you hesitate, torn between telling him the truth about your feelings for Sangyeon or seeking physical comfort to forget about everything. Your irrational brain picks the latter option instead.

“My place tonight? 😉”

Everything for you was completely a blur. One minute you're standing still outside the auditorium, the next you're pouncing on Hyunjae as soon as he rings your doorbell. You were so in over your head you had no grasp of time or any coherent thought.

"Looks like someone's missed me a bit too much, hm?" Hyunjae mumbles as he kisses you messily, pressing you against your front door.

"Just shut up and fuck me already, will you?" You breathe out, grabbing his hair in your hands.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirks before you both start hastily walking into the living room, leaving a trail of discarded clothes in your path.

To Hyunjae, this wouldn't be the first time he's seen you so worked up like this over him. But something about you right now seemed a bit off. Yes, seeing you incredibly horny like this was exciting, but your movements did not match the energy in your eyes. It was almost like you were on autopilot to him.

There's definitely something bothering you, he thinks. Or maybe you've been working all day and just need a way to relax. He'll probably check in on you later but for now, all he can think of is hearing those beautiful moans you make for him.

Too eager to get a taste of you, Hyunjae drags you over to your couch as he pulls you in to straddle his lap. He wastes no time littering your neck with kisses, groping your ass while you grind on his growing bulge.

"C'mere." He grabs your face in his hands, admiring little details of your face while he smiles to himself. "Tired from today?"

"Mhm." You hastily reply, wanting to not think of anything else except Hyunjae's touch. So you lean in to kiss his neck while moving your hips on his lap, your hands struggling to unbuckle his belt.

The way you answered just now threw Hyunjae off. There was definitely something wrong with you. How does he know? It was all in your eyes. Usually, you looked at Hyunjae directly when he called your attention. But now? It was like you were trying to completely avoid any sort of eye contact with him, and that was making him feel uneasy.

"Hey, uh—are you alright?" He calmly asks while gently holding your hips.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You mumble against his throat. Hyunjae thought he might be overthinking, but the more you struggled to unbuckle his belt (which was not a difficult task for you in the past), he couldn't continue on with you like this.

He calls out your name, hoping you'd stop to look at him, but you don't pay him mind. He says your name two more times and you still ignore him. Instead, he grabs your wrists and holds them up to finally get your attention.

"Talk to me, please—" He searches your face, trying to get a better look at you.

"There's nothing to talk about, Hyunjae." You huff out, irritated that he suddenly halted your movements.

"You think I'm dumb? There is clearly something wrong and you don't wanna say it," he says sternly, trying not to get too irritated with how you're acting towards him.

"I'm telling you there's nothing wrong."

"I don't believe that at all."

"Ugh, Hyunjae, can you just stop? It's none of your business!"

"It is my business if it's making you this upset—"

"Why do I have to tell you anyway?! It's not like you're my real boyfriend—" Your eyes widen as you suddenly regret saying those last words. And to add fuel to the fire, the way Hyunjae looks at you makes you want to vomit. You've never seen his face drop in an instant. The way the light in his eyes burned out so quick, too.

"Hyunjae, I— I didn't mean to, I'm so—"

"You're right," Hyunjae interrupts you.

"What?" You look at him confused.

"You're right. I'm not your boyfriend. But I am your friend. And I deserve to know what's been bothering you because I care about you so much I hate seeing you like this."

His stern but concerned voice hits you so fast you end up bursting into tears on the spot. Sobbing hysterically into his chest as you cry out all the pent-up emotions you locked away from tonight.

Hyunjae instantly wraps his arms around you and envelops you in a warm embrace. He gently strokes your hair while steadying his own breath, waiting for you to calm down until you feel better. You both sit in silence for a few minutes until Hyunjae's voice breaks the ice.

"It's about Sangyeon, isn't it?" He says calmly. Your head springs up in response.

"How did you—"

"The last time I saw you cry like this was when you were outside the gym during the dance." Hyunjae cups your face and wipes the remaining tears from your eyes with his thumbs.

"And well… if you were crying about me, we know it's for an entirely different reason." He smirks, trying to lighten the mood. You let out a faint laugh as he continues to stroke your cheek with his thumb.

"You should be with him—" Hyunjae says as he looks into your eyes. Before you can even ask, he continues. "That's who you want to be with, right? That's who you should be with right now, not me."

"Hyunjae, I—" You shake your head in disbelief. "What about you?"

"Me?" He asks with a surprised tone. "This isn't about me! It's about you. I'm not the one you need, we both know that. We both knew that at the very beginning. It was always Sangyeon." Hyunjae's voice starts getting weaker the more he speaks out the truth.

"I've always seen the way he looked at you and how you looked at him. It's clear as day that you both need each other more than you both realize it."

"But what about our agreement?" You ask him softly.

"Remember the first rule? If one of us wants to stop this thing at any given moment, the contract will end." He pauses his thought as he looks at you a little longer, taking you to memory before letting out a big sigh.

"And besides, our agreement broke a long time ago."

"What do you mean?" Your eyebrows knit in confusion.

"Well—" Hyunjae's cheeks start to warm up. "I fell in love with you the night of our first time." He faintly smiles. Rule number two, if any of us catch some sort of feelings for one another, the contract is immediately terminated.

"That night, you looked at me like I was the most important person in the world. That I wasn't the guy everyone in school knew as some kind of dick. You looked at me as Hyunjae, the real Hyunjae." He brushes a hair behind your ear. "How dumb of me to fall for those pretty eyes of yours." He sighs once more, trying his best to not let you see his lips quivering.

"I'm so sorry—" You start to tear up, knowing that this would probably be the last moments you have with Hyunjae.

"Hey, don't go all soft on me just because I said that, alright?" Hyunjae tries to bring energy back into his voice.

"I knew what I was getting into. You deserve to be happy, and if I'm not the reason for your happiness and you're stuck with me, that would break my heart even more."

He grabs your face so you could look him in the eye properly. "Got it?" You nod in response.

"Now c'mon. Be a good hostess and walk me out of your apartment." Hyunjae smiles before grabbing your wrists and pulling you up from his lap.

He helps you grab your clothes on the floor and even dresses you up and does the same for himself after. By the time he sets one foot out your front door, he suddenly turns around to face you.

"Can I just have one more request from you before this is all over?" he asks.

"Oh? What would that be?" You look up at him.

"Just one kiss goodbye." He smirks playfully. You chuckle before nodding your head to give him the go signal.

You close your eyes waiting for the warmth of his lips on yours for the last time, but instead feel it on your forehead.

"Don't be a stranger, alright?" he places his hand on your shoulder and gently rubs it for the last time before completely heading out the door.

For the last couple of hours, Sangyeon did nothing but lie on his bed and stare at the ceiling. He could still feel his heart pounding in his ears from your heated exchange at the auditorium earlier this evening. What made things worse was the fact he could still feel your lips on his, and your little sighs of pleasure were replaying in his head.

Where did it all go wrong? Was it when he offered to help you? Or when you leaned into his palm just like you did when you first kissed him? He couldn't stop mentally beating himself up for going off like that on you when you didn't even remember that night to begin with.

And now, not only did he pour his heart out, but there's also a guaranteed chance you may never speak to him again. He regrets this night more than keeping the truth from you.

2 A.M. was what was read on the clock of his bedside table when he turned his head. He hardly even noticed the time go by as too many thoughts and emotions were stirring in his head. His head started to ache from staying up too late.

It was difficult to forget everything that had happened between you two, but sleep seemed like the best option for him at the moment to distance himself from the issue. Sangyeon tried to close his eyes and count sheep; he could slowly start to feel himself drift into sleep until he heard loud knocks on his front door.

Pissed off, he groans and trudges to see who had interrupted his moment to fall sleep. Sangyeon swings the door open quickly, hoping to show the person on the other side his irritable mood.

"You better have a good explanation as to why you're here—" Sangyeon's eyes widen at the unexpected visitor.

"Hyunjae? What— what are you doing here?" he asks.

"Do you love her?" Hyunjae looks him in the eye.

"What?" Sangyeon's eyebrows furrow at the vague question.

"I said," Hyunjae sighs out of frustration, "Do you love her? Because she fucking loves you, man. And if you don't go over there right now—" Hyunjae takes a step forward, his figure almost towering over Sangyeon's.

"You will lose the greatest person that has ever come into your life," he asserted firmly. Out of nowhere, Hyunjae pulls a bouquet of flowers from behind his back and shoves it into Sangyeon's hand.

"No time to explain, just go!" Hyunjae increases his voice slightly.

Sangyeon stays still for a moment, trying to process what the hell is happening right now, then moves hastily to grab his phone, keys, and put on his shoes. As soon as Sangyeon locks his front door, he turns around to face Hyunjae.

"T-thanks, man. I owe you one," he humbly says. Hyunjae faintly smiles, nodding in return. A silent truce being made between the two.

Sangyeon drives to your place like a maniac, not caring if he has run any stop lights or whatever. He doesn't care at all. All he can think about is getting there in time to see you before it's too late to win you back. By the time he reaches your front door, he takes a deep breath before ringing your doorbell.

You open the door slowly, cautious about who could be visiting you at this time. The moment you peek and get a glimpse of Sangyeon's face, your face knits in confusion.

"S-Sangyeon? What are you doing here?" You look up at him. Sangyeon can see how red and puffy your eyes are; it almost makes him mentally beat himself up once more, but he will deal with that later.

"I came to see you," he matches your whisper. "Can I come in?" You nod and open the door wider as he takes off his shoes, lets himself in, and places the bouquet of flowers down on a table. You're slightly stunned as soon as you close the door and turn around to see Sangyeon standing close to you.

"W-what are you doing?" Your voice quivers as your eyes search his.

"What I should've done a long time ago—" he gently grabs your face in his palms, observing your reaction to his touch before leaning in to give you a light kiss on the lips. You try your best to kiss him back with the same firmness despite feeling incredibly weak from crying your eyes out the whole night.

When Sangyeon pulls away from the kiss, he then gently kisses your forehead and slowly litters your face with his kisses. You instinctively wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him closer while your eyes flutter shut and melt into his touch. Tears of joy start streaming down your face as your heartbeat slowly paces itself to a calm rhythm.

"You really hurt me, you know?" you croak.

"And I'll never do that again." Sangyeon looks deeply into your eyes. "I don't care if I have to spend the rest of my life making it up to you." He kisses your forehead once more before pulling you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around your hips while yours move to wrap around his neck.

You stay like this for a while, basking in each other's warm embrace. As Sangyeon opens his eyes for a moment, he catches his reflection staring back at him through a mirror nearby. When his eyes drift to the back of your figure, his heartbeat starts to rise intensely.

It did not occur to him that when you opened the door, you were wearing nothing but a short and very thin nightgown. Naturally, the silk of the nightgown bunches up as his arms hold your waist, giving him a tasteful glimpse of not only your lace underwear but also the fact that the undergarment you’re wearing shows your ass beautifully.

Sangyeon suddenly starts a coughing fit, trying to beat his chest to clear his throat while you're taken aback.

"Are you okay? What happened?" You hold his shoulder while he attempts to regain his composure.

"I—uh—" He scratches the back of his head, trying his best to avoid looking in your direction. But that fails when you catch him scanning your figure and his cheeks suddenly glowing a shade of pink.

"I—I can turn around while you grab a robe." His eyes look around your apartment. You giggle at his sudden embarrassment, finding it rather endearing more than anything. You take a step closer to him, your bodies practically millimeters apart.

"It's alright Sangyeon, you can look." You try to hide the smirk forming on your lips.

"I'm trying to be a gentleman here, okay?" He replies, still trying to avoid your gaze. But he is instantly brought back to face you as you pull his chin with your thumb and index finger to get him to look directly into your eyes.

"But… what if I don't want you to be a gentleman tonight?" you whisper.

"Oh, thank fucking God—" Sangyeon pulls you into a heated kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck once more as his hands travel down to the doughy flesh of your ass, groping and kneading it.

Your hands are all over each other as you both struggle to make your way into your bedroom, giggling in between kisses as he nearly trips over your carpet. Sangyeon eagerly plops you down on the edge of your bed, kneeling down to match your eye level as you pull him by his shirt to swipe the tip of your tongue across his bottom lip. He moans into your mouth as he opens up for you, intertwining his tongue with yours as his hands rest on your lap.

Sangyeon slowly spreads your legs apart and inserts himself in between, his hands gripping your inner thighs as his lips start to travel down to your neck. You sigh out dreamily, feeling the warmth of his lips make their mark on you.

You suddenly yelp at a particular spot that Sangyeon nips. He pulls away to check if you're okay. You nod, giving him the signal to continue. Before diving back in, Sangyeon notices the spot he had nipped was already red, indicating a mark had been made prior to his own.

Hyunjae… He can already hear that laugh ringing in his ears, but decides not to let the idea get to him and focus on you right now.

Sangyeon continues to litter your neck with kisses, leaving a trail as he makes his way to kissing your inner thighs. Your breathing starts to shake as his lips inch closer to your sex. Sangyeon wasn't even near your core, and he could already feel the heat radiating from you, making him smirk against your skin before giving a featherlight kiss to the wet patch on your underwear.

"Sangyeon, please…" You whine, desperate to feel his tongue wedged between your folds.

"Shh, it’s okay," he looks up at you as he kisses your clothed mound once more. "Let me take the lead."

His fingers pull your panties to the side, feeling his length throb at the beautiful sight of your slick glistening, enticing him to just dive into you. And he does exactly that as he kisses your folds before lapping his tongue between them, taking his sweet time to memorize what you feel like against his wet muscle.

You let out a loud moan as you lie back to enjoy the feeling of Sangyeon between your legs. He continues on like this for a moment until the tip of his tongue starts to circle around your sensitive bud, making your hands fly to his head to pull his face closer to your core.

His lips suck on your throbbing clit as he inserts two fingers into your entrance, curling them up to hit that spot that makes your eyes roll back. Your hips start to mindlessly move on their own as you grind yourself on Sangyeon's face. You sound incredibly hot; it spurs Sangyeon to lower his sweatpants down to free his aching cock and fist it harshly.

You start to feel your high approaching fast, the knot inside you ready to snap any second now. But the moment the vibrations of Sangyeon's groan ring against your core, you scream in ecstasy. You clench your thighs together, squeezing his head as your essence bursts in Sangyeon's mouth. For a quick moment, he thinks to himself that if he could choose to leave this earth, he would gladly go out by being suffocated between your legs.

He pulls his head away to check on you, your chest rising and falling heavily as you catch your breath. You couldn't believe the sight before you right now: Sangyeon's disheveled hair as he too catches his breath, the shine of your essence all over his mouth and chin, and the warmth of his cheeks flaring.

"T-that was—" You try to express your current state, but Sangyeon interrupts you as he quickly removes his shirt and gets up from his spot, exposing his glorious abs and his incredibly hard cock standing at attention. You were so mesmerized by his body you didn't even see him suddenly hovering over your body and kissing you like a man starved.

"Oh, I'm not finished with you yet, sweetheart—" he mumbles against your lips. He spreads your legs further apart with his knee and lowers his weight on you, the tip of his manhood nudging your sensitive clit in the process.

Sangyeon kisses your chest, busy distracting you with the way his mouth sucks on your exposed nipple. He swiftly grabs your legs to wrap them around his torso. And in one swift moment, his thick, veiny length fills you up entirely. You both moan as he starts to roll his hips into you, pumping himself in and out of your cunt as your walls grip around him tightly.

Your bodies begin to melt into each other the longer Sangyeon fucks into your heat, all the raw emotions that have been brewing between you finally free from their confinement. He buries his head into your neck as his thrusts start to become stuttered, the throb of his length inside you signaling his high approaching. You dig the heels of your feet into his lower back, locking him in place as you also feel yourself reaching for the stars once more.

"Let go, Sangyeon, it's okay." You moan into his ear, and instantly he lets out a guttural moan as he stills his movements. His warm release bursts inside you as your own high finally falls off the edge, your walls gripping his member like a vice as he embraces you tightly in the process.

You allow yourselves to stay like this a little longer, taking the time to process everything that had just happened before Sangyeon pulls out and gets up to grab a warm towel to get you cleaned up. He freshens up a bit in your bathroom before finally joining you under the covers. You lay your head on his chest as he pulls you in for a hug.

You sigh dreamily, looking up at him as he smiles at you. You both slowly kiss once more before finally drifting to sleep, both your hearts and minds finally put at ease.

The next day, you wake up with Sangyeon hugging you close. His lips are pressed on your forehead as you feel the warmth of his breath fanning you. You smile, recalling the events of last night and finally being in Sangyeon's arms again.

You slowly peel his arms off you as you get up to use the restroom and make yourself coffee. As you finish brewing your coffee, the bouquet of flowers Sangyeon had put down on the counter catches your eye. You gently grab the bouquet and find a good vase to transfer the flowers into. A sealed envelope tucked between the flowers falls to your feet.

You pick up the envelope and scan the item in your hand for a quick moment before opening the flap and seeing the card inside. You smile to yourself as soon as you read the note, a bittersweet feeling blooming in your chest as you read:

"Pretty girls like you shouldn't be crying anymore, okay? — L.HJ"

[azurenightzz]

🔞 MDNI!! 🔞

IM GOING BED TONIGHT FEELING ALL SAD AND UPSET BCS WTF WAS THIS SO ANGSTY DAISY-NIM?!?!?!?1 AFTER 3 PARTS IM SAD BCS WHY DID IT ALL END SO QUICKLY THINGS WERE GOING WELL WITH HYUNJAE BUT THEN MY HEART'S WITH SANGYEON ASNAJNDASDKJNASDNKANDSJK MY MAN MY MAN I LOVE HIM YES I DO YOUR HONOUR I STILL GO BACK CRAWLING TO HIM IN THE END OF THE DAY FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE SINNED KEEP IT COMING MAKE ME FEEL LOVED AND TREAT ME LIKE YOUR PRECIOUS LIL ONE FOREVER AND ALWAYS 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩🥺😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

[momhwa-agenda]

fuck around and find out

PAIRING: Fratboy!Haknyeon/Female Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT (🔞 minors DNI!), walking in on shower, frat parties, alcohol, 7 minutes in heaven, makeouts, dry humping, thigh riding, face riding, spitting, p in v sex, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up yall), allusions to more smut, use of pet names ("my princess")

SUMMARY: After an awkward first encounter, you find yourself drawn to the mysterious yet charming frat boy on campus.

A/N: This is a late birthday present to one of my besties @winterchimez / @midnightfantasiez remember when i said this clip looked familiar? you'll see why very soon 🤪😘 thank you to @daisyvisions for proof reading this, especially when i first pitched the concept! kekeke hi @kitschun and @snowflakewhispers

“Come to the party. It’ll be fun” they said. “You might finally get to hook up with someone cute,” they said.

Attending mixers like the frat party you found yourself at was a rarity for you, typically reserved for those who effortlessly navigated the social scene. Yet, an invitation from your friend, who happened to have connections with one of the frat boys, offered a rare opportunity to step outside your comfort zone. You accepted, hopeful about this experience, except now you felt like an idiot standing by the wall watching the other attendees having fun. Not knowing how to join in yourself.

The scenes from coming-of-age movies and comedies you watched as a kid clearly didn’t prepare you enough. You weren’t much of a drinker either, but in an attempt to ease your nerves, you found yourself nursing a beer. In a short amount of time the bittersweet tanginess became tolerable. Feeling bored you explore around the house for a change of scenery, and hopefully start enjoying the party. When you go downstairs to what you think is the lounge room, you find a couple of people gathered by what looked like the coat closet? But one person catches your attention and it’s none other than Ju Haknyeon, a member of the frat house.

Suddenly you remember why you agreed to go here. Your toes curl at the sight of him, memories of your initial encounter flooding back.

One time your dorm was inconvenienced with a disruption in the water supply, which meant you and all the other students in the building had to follow a schedule for showering.

“Hey, what if you just take your showers at my boyfriend’s place?” your roommate whispers to you.

You whip your head at her in alarm.

“No, not like that! We’re going together, let’s just bring our stuff for bathing, new clothes, and that’s it. It’ll be fine, Seok will get it.” she reassures you. It takes you a couple of seconds until you feign defeat and agree to her proposal.

To your surprise, the bathroom in her boyfriend's apartment was surprisingly nice, with warm water easing the tension from your muscles as you lathered the last of the soap on your skin. You were close to finishing up, enjoying the few lingering moments of relaxation, when the door creaked open, startling you. “Sorry, I’m almost done!” you called out nervously.

“Oh shit! Sorry sorry! I didn’t realize someone was here! It’s my fault!” The voice was deep, with a hint of embarrassment. You squeal as you hastily reach for the shower curtain to preserve your modesty. Heart pounding, you managed a shaky laugh. "Um…okay? Well, knocking is an option! My dorm has a water problem and my friend just wanted to help me out," you stutter, praying that the guy behind the curtain wouldn’t make fun of you or wasn’t a complete pervert.

The figure behind the curtain shifted awkwardly. "Oh, well that’s okay. And you’re right, I should have knocked. I’m really sorry!”

After a brief pause, you asked, “Did you need something?”

“Right! Yeah, I was gonna get something. Sorry.” you hear him shuffle through a cabinet before he hesitantly asks “Uh, just to be clear…you’re not Seokwoo’s girlfriend, right? Like he’s not…coming in here, I wouldn’t want to…you know, intrude.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “No, I’m not. Just a friend of his girlfriend.”

“Got it. Sorry again,” he said, sounding relieved. “I’m Haknyeon, by the way…I figured it’s only fair that I tell you my name”

“Oh” you laugh a little in shock at the introduction. He did sound genuine and sweet so returning the introduction wouldn’t hurt “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” He replied with a smile in his voice.

“Wait, so, are you Seokwoo’s roommate?”

“No, I’m just visiting. I actually live at the frat house nearby, but sometimes it gets a bit too chaotic, you know?”

You pause from rinsing the shampoo off your scalp. It’s not like you knew every guy in your university but hearing that he was part of a frat piqued your curiosity. “I can imagine. Must be interesting living in a frat house.”

“It has its moments,” he replied. “How about you? You mentioned the water situation at your place?”

“Ugh, it’s a nightmare” you roll your eyes as you rinse your hair. They're working on it, but it just sucks and is inconvenient to my schedule. I’m just glad I have friends who can offer a place to shower.”

“Definitely,” Haknyeon agreed. “I’d actually take that over some of the shit that happens at the frat.”

You perk up at his statement. “That intense, huh?”

“Look, you wouldn’t want a frat brother who starts biting people out of nowhere” he replies, half-laughing.

The absurdity of his comment catches you off guard, and you sputter as water trickles down your face. “Wait, what? What does that even mean?”

Haknyeon chuckles, the sound warm and infectious. “Okay, to be fair, he was drunk, but still…”

You can’t help but laugh along with him, the unexpected humor breaking the initial awkwardness of the situation. Then you remember your predicament. “Um…Haknyeon?”

“Yeah?” he responds, his tone suddenly more attentive.

“Can you hand me my towel, please?”

There’s a brief moment of hesitation, and you sense his nervousness as he responds, “Uh, sure.”

Tentatively, you peek your head around the shower curtain to grab your towel. That’s when your eyes meet his for the first time.

For a moment, the world seems to stop. His warm, deep eyes lock with yours, igniting an unexpected attraction. The voice that had sounded so charming over the shower curtain now has a face to match, and it’s a face that takes your breath away. You never imagined that Haknyeon, with his easy laugh and smooth voice, would be this captivating.

“Thank you,” you say softly with a smile as you take the towel from him.

“It’s…no problem,” he replies, his voice suddenly a little huskier, betraying his own flustered state. His eyes linger on yours for just a second longer before he forces himself to look away.

The tension between you is almost tangible now, and you both seem to realize at the same moment that you’re standing mere inches apart, with you only partially hidden by the curtain.

“I’ll…” Haknyeon stammers, pointing behind him as he awkwardly steps back. “I’ll get going now. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“You too,” you reply, giggling softly as the tension eases just a bit. “Haknyeon—the door’s behind you.”

“Right, right,” he mutters, clearly flustered as his ears turn a deep shade of red. He keeps his gaze fixed downward as he fumbles for the door handle, making his exit.

After that eventful meeting, you asked your friend about Haknyeon. Her description painted a picture of a reserved yet intriguing and friendly person. He seemed to defy the stereotypical image of a frat boy, possessing a quiet charm that drew others in. Despite his seemingly harmless demeanor, there were whispers of his reputation as a smooth talker, someone who knew how to navigate social situations effortlessly. They weren’t wrong. The way you two were able to carry a brief conversation while you showered sounded ridiculous, but it was just that talking to Haknyeon felt so good and easy.

A couple of your classmates, however, offered a word of caution upon overhearing your conversation with your friend. Warning you not to get too attached to the allure of Haknyeon’s looks and charisma.

But the warnings only fueled your curiosity further. You wanted to see for yourself what Haknyeon was truly like, to test the waters and unravel the mystery behind the quiet yet charismatic frat boy. So when the opportunity arose to attend a party hosted at his frat house, you seized it, hoping to find him surrounded by admirers, or his friends.

To your surprise, you found Haknyeon standing alone, his presence commanding yet approachable.

"Hi," you say, a nervous smile tugging at your lips as you recall that awkward moment. "Fancy meeting you here."

Haknyeon's eyes widen slightly before a grin spreads across his face. "Hey" he replies, his voice tinged with amusement. "Yeah, I was beginning to wonder when I’d see you again."

You bring the bottle of beer to your lips, in an attempt to hide the smile creeping up your face. Despite the initial embarrassment of your first meeting, there's a sense of familiarity between you now, as if that awkward encounter forged an unexpected bond.

"So, what brings you to this party?" Haknyeon asks, leaning against the wall casually.

You shrug, a playful glint in your eye. "Honestly, I was dragged here by a friend. Seems like a decent place to break out of my comfort zone, though."

Haknyeon nods understandingly, his gaze thoughtful. "I get that. Sometimes you gotta shake things up a bit, you know?"

“Yeah” you replied, unable to tear your gaze away from him. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, lending a pleasant buzz to your thoughts. But as you looked at Haknyeon, it was as if a spell had been cast upon you. His features seemed to blur and meld together in the dim light of the party, yet each detail stood out with crystalline clarity. The smooth contour of his nose and jawline, the tousled strands of his dark hair catching the faint gleam of the room’s lights, and the perfect curve of his lips. He did look like the quiet and charming type you thought.

Your attention is broken off when Eric yells “AND TIME!” as he opens the door revealing two other students looking disheveled and pink in the face. “Okay, you crazy kids, continue upstairs if y’all want.” At that the couple giggles, holding hands as they run out to find a spot to continue their business.

“Alright, who’s the next lucky couple willing to spend seven minutes in heaven?” Eric says, wiggling his eyebrows. You fight off a laugh and from the side you notice Haknyeon covers his mouth as well. “Any volunteers? Oooor do you guys want me to pick the unlikely pair in this room?”

Haknyeon sighs “Fine I’m going. And since I don’t trust your matchmaking skills, I’m picking whoever I want to join me, Sohn.” Eric nods with his lips pursed together. You’re caught by surprise, Haknyeon is looking at you, and with a tilt of his head he asks you to join him inside the closet.

The dim light filtering through the cracks in the closet door cast a soft glow over the small space, enveloping you and Haknyeon. Regardless, it was difficult to see and you were afraid of moving even an inch.

“Fuck you can barely see anything in here” you mumbled.

“I got an idea. Take my hands,” he offers, his tone calm and steady.

With a hesitant nod, you reached out, your fingers finding his in the darkness. His touch was warm and reassuring. As his hands engulfed yours, a sense of calm washed over you, the darkness suddenly feeling less daunting in his presence. Your heart was racing; you couldn’t believe you were alone with Haknyeon and holding his hands in a dark coat closet.

A nervous laugh escapes your lips when the memory of you and Haknyeon’s first meeting flashes through your mind "Well, this is kind of familiar," you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I thought the same thing” Haknyeon's chuckle was barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The sound of his voice was warm with a hint of roughness that sounded addicting. “I’m also quite glad”

Your eyes widen at the sudden confession. “Why?”

“Well…you’re the most interesting person I’ve had the pleasure of meeting. I’m still surprised you didn’t throw me out of the bathroom that day, and we ended up having a conversation in that same space.” The vulnerability in his voice was unmistakable. Was he pretending to be shy or was he genuinely tongue-tied? Was this what your classmates warned you about?

“I was about to…” you chuckle “But talking to you felt good, and easy”

“Easy, how?” Haknyeon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A surge of warmth floods your chest at the huskiness in his voice, and when you feel his fingers tracing patterns over your hand.

“Easy like I was comfortable”

“How about now? Does this feel comfortable?”

You feel him subtly closing the gap with each word, making your heart beat faster. The moment escalating to territories you would dream of.

“It’s unreal…like a fantasy” you lean closer, you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, the anticipation building with each passing second.

“What if I made it real?” without hesitation, his lips found yours in a tender kiss, soft and sweet like the flutter of butterfly wings.

The kiss deepens, passion igniting like a wildfire between you. His hands roamed your body with a fervent hunger, tracing the curves of your skin with a tenderness that left you breathless. When you pull apart from each other, Haknyeon leans his forehead against yours, “Y/N,” the way he says your name sounded addicting, laced with a need for more.

“Can we do that again?” you whisper to him, clutching on to his shirt.

“I’ll do anything you want” Haknyeon’s reply comes out in a rougher tone, which is enough for you to connect your lips with his. This time your tongues are entangled, you could have never asked for anything better than this moment. As if on autopilot, you wrap one leg around his waist, aching to feel more of him. You let out a whimper when you feel his hard-on against your core which was getting wetter. You feel your back hit something hard, but whatever position you and Haknyeon were in was the last thing on your mind, as you continued rolling your hips and your hands wandered underneath his shirt.

A burst of light floods the closet, startling you two. Quickly, you pull apart from Haknyeon, both of you adjusting your clothes. “Oops, my bad!” Eric snorts, giggles and wolf-whistling following as he peered in.

Haknyeon shielded his eyes, blinking against the sudden brightness. Your heart pounded in your chest, the sexual tension continuing to fill the air.

“Grab a partner for yourself, Sohn” Haknyeon remarks to which Eric responds with a goofy look, mocking the other guy. Haknyeon takes your hand in his, leading you out of the cramped space and the group who were cheering for the next couple.

“So,” you say in unison, looking at each other, laughing nervously.

You and Haknyeon exchanged a look, both feeling the same conflicting emotions.

"You must be thirsty from all the-," Haknyeon starts.

"Yeah! I was thinking the same thing" you blurt out.

The next hour or so was a blur of games and laughter. You played beer pong, the competitive spirit between you and Haknyeon adding an extra layer of excitement to the game. Every accidental touch, every time you stood close to each other, brought back the memory of the kiss, making your heart race. On one hand, everything seemed to be happening too fast. You still hardly knew each other beyond the shower incident and now the seven minutes in heaven, which was why you two decided to join in some games to at least bond together in less compromising positions. However, the electric, sensual tension between you two was undeniable and hard to ignore.

During a game of cards, your fingers brushed against his as you reached for the deck, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. Haknyeon's eyes met yours, and the same longing you felt was mirrored in his gaze.

As the card game wrapped up, you could no longer ignore the pull between you. Screw it, you thought. You leaned in close to Haknyeon, your voice low and determined. “Let's ditch this party. I want to pick up where we left off.”

Haknyeon's eyes widened for a moment, then he nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Alright, let's go.”

He took your hand, leading you through the crowded party and up the stairs to his room in the frat house. Your heart pounded with anticipation, the memories of the closet encounter fueling your desire. As soon as you were inside his room, Haknyeon closed the door, proceeding to lock it.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice soft, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation.

You nodded, stepping closer to him. "Yes, I’m sure."

And with that, he pulled you into his arms, and your lips met once again. The kiss was just as intoxicating as before, but this time there was no risk of interruption. The two of you were alone, free to explore the connection that had sparked between you. Haknyeon lets you take full charge of the kiss. Even he has been yearning since your first encounter together. Parting his own mouth, giving you access to glide your tongue against his, he’s so intoxicated in the feeling of your tongue and lips, he’s caught off guard when his back hits the bed.

You’re so overcome with lust for Haknyeon, when you straddle him you begin to roll your hips on his thigh.

“Fuck..” Haknyeon breathes, watching you grind on him. Haknyeon snakes his hands under your top, feeling your soft skin, making you moan and want him even more.

“These stupid clothes” you muttered, removing Haknyeon’s shirt and fumbling with his pants. You didn’t consider yourself as dominant in the bedroom, but there was something so addicting about Haknyeon that made you feel out of control.

In the flurry of emotions, you wind up tearing the shirt off him. Suddenly you become shy and a little surprised with your strength. At the same time you take in the details of his chest.

“I-I’m sorry…I got excited Hak-” you’re cut off when Haknyeon kisses you roughly, grabbing your waist as flips you over.

“Don’t apologize, I liked it” he smirks hovering over you. Relieved, you pull him back for another kiss while he helps you out of your own top. Haknyeon runs his fingers over your exposed skin, taking a moment as well before he leans down to leave slow passionate kisses on your cleavage.

When he pulls your bra down licking your nipple while toying with the other, you throw your head back, moaning.

He kisses his way down to your belly, by the time his fingers find their way to the waistband of your pants, he pauses.

“How do you want it?” you perk up at his question. “On your back or do you want me under you?”

It takes a moment for you to register that in the amount of time you and Haknyeon have gotten to know each other, he was already asking if you wanted to ride his face.

“I want you...under me, Haknyeon” you decide.

His eyes darken with lust at your answer. Once you’re stripped completely of your bottoms, he adjusts himself on the bed, facing your core. Your heart beats faster and you feel like you’re hit by a supernova when he starts running his tongue between your folds.

You reach behind for his legs, grounding yourself as you roll your hips against his mouth. His hands roam over your hips, gripping your butt firmly, kneading your flesh as though he can’t get enough of you, craving to feel every inch.

Each flick of his tongue, each suckle, sends a wave of heat through you, making your head feel heavy and dazed, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue.

But through the haze of ecstasy, a desire to please him stirs within you. As you grind down on his tongue, you spit into your hand and reach behind, wrapping your fingers around his cock. The moment you begin to stroke him, Haknyeon lets out a low moan, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.

His grip on your hips tightens, almost possessive, and you know there will be marks tomorrow.

“Fuck, you're incredible, Y/N,” he groans, but you're too far gone to respond with words. Small noises and breathy grunts escape you instead, your strokes on his cock becoming faster, more insistent.

“Shit, I'm close...p-please, don't stop, Hak,” you whimper, the familiar fuzzy feeling coiling tightly in your belly, ready to snap.

Haknyeon responds by rubbing two fingers over your clit while his mouth remains relentless, sucking and kissing your folds with a hunger that pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, the world around you dissolves into flashes of color, and you feel weightless as your orgasm crashes over you. Haknyeon groans beneath you, his lips and tongue working to lap up every drop of your release, savoring the way you tremble above him.

When the haze of pleasure begins to fade, you glance down at him and giggle softly. His face is glistening, your juices all over his mouth. The sight is both erotic and endearing, especially with the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

You adjust yourself to lie on top of him, wiping your leftover juices off his face.

Haknyeon grips your waist when he feels your dripping cunt align with his cock, aching with need.

“Let me…return the favor” you slip his cock inside you, the thought of his size suddenly hits you once you fully sink down on him. The stretch makes you both moan into each other’s mouths. Haknyeon’s hand cups your cheek, his gaze soft, filled with adoration as his lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, easing you through the adjustment.

He rolls you over, taking control as he thrusts slowly, his movements deliberate. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving marks on his skin.

“Don’t be gentle...” You hook one leg around his waist, bucking your hips up to meet his. "I want you rough.”

A wicked smile plays on his lips as he leans in, his breath hot against yours. “Anything my princess wants,” he whispers, teasingly brushing his lips over yours before snapping his hips forward. His thrusts come hard and deep, just as you wanted. “My princess gets.”

[azurenightzz]

🔞 MDNI!! 🔞

TF IS THIS DIRECTED AT ME WTF NDSJNASLN YOU BOTH LOVE SEEING ME LOSE MY SANITY IS WHAT IT IS I SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING 😁 ITS ALWAYS THE QUIET AND GOODY TWO SHOES BOYS THAT ARE THE WILD CARDS I SAID WHAT I SAID AND WDYM WE MAKING OUT IN THE CLOSET WHY IS HE PLAYING WITH MY PALMS NAD WHY ARE WE KISSING IN THE FUCKING CLOSET 😃 AND HOW DARE YOU PUT IN FACE RIDING BCS GURL I JUST KNOW YOU WERE REFERRING TO THAT LINK THAT WE TALKED ABOUT FOR THAT SCENE I JUST KNOW AND WDYM IT ENDS JUST LIKE THAT WHERES MY P IN V-

ME AFTER READING THIS BCS WHAT THE ACTUAL FAK IS THAT AND I WILL COME AFTER YOU AND DAISY IN THE GC BCS I SAID SO 😄

[snowflakewhispers]

Pairing: Fiancé! Jacob x f! Reader

Synopsis: Tired of seeing others try to take what’s his, Jacob seeks to remind everyone who you belong to in ways that only he can.

Warnings: profanities, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding, marking, jealousy, possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy, hair-pulling (m! receiving), overstimulation, oral (f! receiving), crying, handholding

Word Count: 3.95k

Network: @deoboyznet

A/N: Minors DNI. This is entirely fictional and not meant to be an accurate portrayal of the individual(s) mentioned. Not proofread. To the anon who requested it, I'm so, so sorry for the delay and I hope that this somewhat meets your expectations :((

Company functions have never really been your thing. The last thing you would want to do on a Friday night is spend it in heels that are too high while making awkward small talk with colleagues who can barely do their own jobs as well as their partners. It’s bad enough that you have to see them every day of the working week, but alas, you have to suck it up, stretch a fake smile across your face and avoid accusations of “not being a team player”. 

It’s also bad enough that some of your colleagues find such joy in making you uncomfortable. 

At present, you’re sitting stiffly on one of the couches in the lounge, tapping your foot nervously against the floor as one of your associates attempts to engage in meaningless conversation. You can’t be bothered to pay attention as he rambles on about something- the horsepower of his new car, perhaps- as you desperately search the room for the one who makes you feel safer than anyone. 

“Where is he,” you mutter under your breath. 

To make events like this a little less unbearable, you would usually ask your fiancé to accompany you. Jacob would sit with you and help you ward off anyone who tried to approach you, and come up with an excuse to leave early if waiting for a socially-accepted period of time was too much for you. And to pass the time, the both of you would sit in the corner of the room and try to read your colleagues’ lips, doing your best to suppress your laughter as you come up with the most ridiculous conversations. 

But now, your fiancé is nowhere to be seen. He’d been dragged off by a few of the others a while ago, and he was probably too polite to decline, and sadly, that’s the one thing that the two of you have in common.

Not wanting to seem rude, you sit with your insufferable colleague politely, and you curse yourself for never being able to say “no” to anyone. You’ve been trying to come up with reasons to get up and leave, but you feel absolutely stupid when nothing comes to mind. So, you sit and suffer in silence, foolishly keeping the conversation going with nothing more than nods of your head and nervous laughter. 

And the worst part of it all is the fact that you think that this guy is into you, and he doesn’t care that you’re taken. 

You’ve been seizing every opportunity to flash the huge rock on your ring finger, find ways to direct the conversation topic to your upcoming wedding, and explicitly using terms like “fiancé” and “husband-to-be”.

“Oh, I don’t know too much about transmission, but I bet my fiancé does,” you mention, lifting your cocktail glass to your lips with your left hand and hoping that the diamond would somehow blind the man sitting way too close for your liking. 

Despite your efforts to make it clear that you’re off-limits and not interested by any means, he just couldn’t take a hint. Instead, he only edges closer to you, running his fingers through his hair before he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You try to shift away, but unfortunately, he already has you backed against the armrest of the couch. “Anyway, I’d love to take you for a spin sometime.”

Your heart plummets to the pits of your stomach when you feel a hand slither under the fabric of your dress and over the skin of your thigh, snaking higher and higher, and right now, you feel like screaming. But before you can scream for the whole world to hear, a familiar presence looms over you, and it lunges forward to rip the hand on your thigh away and tug you off the couch. 

Jacob pulls you flush against his side and beams at you, leaving a peck against your temple before shooting a sharp glare at your colleague. “I hate to interrupt,” he snaps, “but I think my wife-to-be would like for me to take her home now.”  

With an arm wrapped possessively around your waist, Jacob spins you around before you can catch the look on your colleague’s face, leading you out of the hall with long strides, and his grip on you remains tight as he impatiently flags down the valet. 

As soon as the car pulls around, your fiancé rushes to open the door for you, ushering you into the passenger seat before getting into the car himself. He doesn’t allow himself to let another second go to waste, urgently trying to get you home and away from your colleague as soon as he can. With one hand on the wheel and another interlaced with yours, he speeds off, not caring that he might have just ruined his tires as they screech loudly against the concrete. 

He doesn’t say anything as he drives, keeping his eyes focused on the road ahead, squeezing your hand in his from time to time, but you notice that he’s driving a little faster than usual, accelerating through yellow lights rather than slowing down as they turn to red. Although his face says otherwise, you know that your fiancé is not as okay as he seems. 

Throughout the drive home and the elevator ride up to the apartment, Jacob keeps his cool, keeping a hand flat on the small of your back and showing little signs of distress. However, the moment he shuts the door to the apartment, he spins you around, pushing you against the wall, and he steals your breath with a desperate kiss. 

You return the kiss, finding relief in the way his lips meld with yours and you allow him to pin your wrists above your head. Jacob releases his hold on your wrists, letting his hands run over your shoulders, your waist, and finally settles them on the backs of your thighs. 

“Jump,” he orders. 

You do as he says, hopping and wrapping your legs around his waist, tangling your hands in his hair as you let him whisk you away to your shared bedroom. 

He kicks the door shut while he mouths at your jaw, wanting nothing more than to ensure that he’s free to make you his in the security of your bedroom. Your fiancé releases his hold on the backs of your thighs, and he crawls over you as soon as your back hits the mattress, reattaching his lips to your neck as his hands bunch up the fabric of your dress around your hips. 

His lips make their way from your neck to your chest, his grip on your hips tightens, and you gasp as each burn of his pillowy lips into your skin gets more intense by the second. You’re getting dizzy and you’re about to beg him for more, but before you can plead for him to touch you how you need to be touched, Jacob pulls away. 

His forehead rests against yours as he catches his breath, hands freezing in hesitation, then he stills completely. He realises that he’s not usually this rough with you, unsure how to proceed and holding himself back, and you see it in the way he furrows his brows and how his fingertips ghost over your hips. 

Right now, he can’t really find the words to express what he needs, but you know exactly what he needs to hear to get some encouragement. 

“Love me like they never can.”

Your breath is stolen from your lungs once again when he seals your lips with his, desperate hands roaming all over the expanse of your skin before they reach around your back to yank at the zipper of your dress. The fabric is tugged over your head with haste, and as soon as it’s flung aside, your fiancé nearly tears the lace of your undergarments off of you, far too eager to leave traces of his mark on what’s rightfully his. 

Hungry eyes take in the sight of you laying before him in all of your naked glory. Every curve, every dimple, and every inch of your skin are all for him and him alone. 

As his darkened eyes feast upon your form, Jacob fiddles with the first few buttons of his shirt, then fumbles with the buckle of his belt, unable to decide what he wants to get rid off first. You sit up from your position on the mattress, get on your knees to reach for the collar of his shirt and pull it apart with surprising strength, sending its buttons clattering onto the floor while you yank its remains off his shoulders. 

A low groan rumbles from his throat, his belt is yanked off and thrown aside, then he pushes you to lay back against the bed and keeps you spread open with his hands pressed firmly on your inner thighs. You prop yourself up with your elbows, waiting with bated breath as your fiancé inches closer to your glistening folds. With an experimental flick over your folds, Jacob decides that he can no longer hold himself back, diving back in to flatten his tongue against your dripping core. 

The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes your entire body spasm- your back arches off the mattress as a shout rips from your throat and your thighs threaten to snap shut, but Jacob’s grip on your thighs keeps you from running.  

“F-fuck…” you gasp, words getting trapped in your throat only to disappear as your coherence fades, and you reach over your head to grip the headboard in an attempt to ground yourself. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open as Jacob sends you hurtling towards your high, but with the way he’s looking at you right now, you’d be damned if you did. Darkened irises burn into your own while he takes your fleshy pearl between his lips and sucks. Hard. His stare is almost intimidating, looking as if he’s about to swallow you whole, but you don’t dare to look away. 

“Jacob,” you whimper, only spurring your fiancé to double his efforts. He slips a thick digit knuckle-deep into your entrance, withdrawing it only to give you another. Your eyes prick with tears at the intrusion, and your hands fly from their position on the headboard to thread through Jacob’s hair. Groans vibrate against your cunt when you tug at the roots of his hair, sending shivers down your spine and forcing you to sink your teeth into your bottom lip. 

As you welcome the mind-numbing pleasure, your fiancé is battling to suppress his rage. He hates that other men shamelessly try to flirt with you, he loathes how they blatantly ignore the fact that you’re taken, and he absolutely detests how they’re audacious enough to try to touch you. And after tonight’s events, Jacob can no longer stifle the need to stake his claim once and for all. 

The two fingers inside of you curl into your g-spot and begin to piston into you at an alarming pace, and the hand that rests on your inner thigh reaches forward to grasp at your chest. Shrieks punctuate your shallow, rapid breaths, and your grip on the tufts of your fiancé’s hair tightens as his digits seem like they’re only being plunged deeper into you. 

The man between your legs pulls his lips away from your clit only to sear them into the flesh of your inner thighs, muttering possessive claims of “mine” between each nibble and kiss onto your skin. He replaces his lips on your pearl with his thumb, rubbing harsh circles into the bud in tandem with the pace of his fingers in your entrance. 

He knows that you’re close, evident in the way your thighs are beginning to quiver uncontrollably, the way your moans get higher in pitch, and the way your walls are sporadically clamping down on his fingers. His movements get more urgent, desperate to watch how your face contorts into an expression that only he’s allowed to see. He needs to be sure that he’s the only man you’ll ever surrender your body and mind to. 

“Come,” he commands, diving back down to secure your bud between his lips to bring you over the edge and into a blinding climax. 

A shrill cry reverberates throughout the room, your spine arches until it threatens to snap into two, your toes curl, and your vision blurs. 

Jacob feels his slacks tighten at the sight of you coming undone, slowing the pace of his fingers within your tight cavern and allowing you to catch your breath. “That’s my girl,” he mumbles, leaving featherlike kisses on your inner thighs while you blink your tears away. 

He pulls away briefly, scrambling to get himself out of his slacks, but you feel like you can’t waste another moment without his skin against yours. You rush to rise from your position on the mattress, getting up on your knees and yanking him towards you to crash your lips onto his. The kiss is rough, a little clumsy, but passionate nonetheless. Both of you groan into the kiss, and you don’t even mind that you can taste yourself on his lips. 

Once he’s stepped out of his slacks, you run your fingers through his hair again as he lays you back down on the mattress. Jacob rests his forehead against yours once more, staring into your glazed eyes and relishing in your quiet whimpers as he coats himself in the remnants of your orgasm. 

Keeping his eyes on yours, the head of his shaft breaches your entrance, gradually pushing into you until you’ve taken him to the hilt. Your eyes roll back beneath your eyelids at the sensation and you can’t help but clamp down on him, earning strained, breathy moans from your fiancé. 

He reaches for your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours and pinning them against the sheets before diving back down to envelop your lips with his own. With no warning, he pushes back into you- faster and more forcefully- and you can’t help but squeal into the kiss. Still sensitive from your first climax, your thighs immediately quake on either side of Jacob’s hips as they build a dizzying pace, and you pull away from his lips to rush air into your lungs.  

Gasps, moans, and cries echo throughout the room as Jacob drives into you, and while he’s tempted to show the whole world how good he makes you feel, he can’t stand the thought of others knowing how exquisite you sound when you’re getting blissed out like this. 

“You’re so fucking tight… all for me, yeah?” he grunts. 

With tear-filled eyes, you nod, then Jacob grabs your legs and hoists them over your shoulders before you can give a verbal response. The shift in position has your fiancé’s name ripping from your throat in a shout, and his grip on you tightens as he slips deeper into a possessive haze, 

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he seethes, “there’s no room for anyone else.” 

His thrusts get sharper and harder by the second and coherence begins to slip from your grasp, but you absolutely love the way he loves you so fiercely. It feels as if every nerve in your body is ablaze, there’s no way your skin won’t be unblemished and bruised tomorrow, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He’s the only man you’ll ever need, the only one who gives you more than you could ever ask for, and the only one who can love you in ways that you’ll never be able to forget. 

The sudden re-angling of his hips has you flailing to find something to hold onto as he speeds you towards the precipice of your orgasm. You fist at the sheets for dear life, you’re struggling to catch your breath, and before you can even think about begging for your release, Jacob’s already giving it to you. 

“Ugh… Fuck- Jacob!” 

You throw your head back against the pillows with a wail as your second high of the evening rips through you. Tears slip from your eyes and onto the sheets, strands of your hair are matted to your forehead and you’re starting to lose feeling in your legs, but Jacob isn’t nearly done yet. 

He pulls out of you, hissing at the way your walls clamp down on his length as if you never want him to leave, and he feels himself throb at the sight of your spent cunt. Your release spills messily from your entrance, your folds have been beaten until they’re swollen, and blemishes bloom across the skin of your inner thighs. He doesn’t care that he’s only delaying his own orgasm, if anything, he only gets harder, revelling in the fact that he’s the only person who can get you debauched like this. 

You choke out a sob when Jacob grabs hold of your legs again and pushes your knees to your chest. He sinks into you with ease, shuddering at the way your walls flutter around him, stilling for a moment before resuming his lethal pace. 

Each thrust of his hips punches the air right out of your lungs, and you can only grab fistfuls of the sheets as you try to focus your eyes on your fiancé. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, pants and grunts spill from his parted lips and the soft lighting in the room defines his muscles in a way that has your mouth watering. 

“J-Jacob…” you whine, your mind getting hazier and breathing getting more rapid as you writhe beneath him. 

“Hang on… just hang on for me, sweetheart…” he strains. 

With a loud moan, his hips jerk forward as ropes of his release spill into you, stilling to keep you filled and refusing to let any of it go to waste. He stays pressed inside you while he comes down from his high, allowing you some reprieve, but he doesn’t want to stop now. 

He releases his hold on your legs, opting to bend down to brand your neck and chest with his lips and pummeling himself deeper into you. Resting his weight on one hand, his spare hand reaches for yours, lacing his fingers with yours again and squeezing your palm. Your free hand claws into his shoulders, wrapping your legs around his waist and attempting to pull him in closer if it’s even possible. 

Jacob fixates on your fucked out expression-  damp lashes flutter against your cheeks, your lips have been kissed and bitten til they’re swollen, and they’re parted to release moans and whimpers so sinful that he has to stop himself from ruining you further. It’s a sight that he can’t get enough of, and if he doesn’t want to think about what he might do if anyone got to see what’s only meant for him. 

“Fuck- I should’ve done something… Should’ve knocked him out right there…” he huffs, tightening his grip on you and thrusting into you more forcefully. “Can’t anyone see that you’re taken?” He seethes, “are they all fucking blind?” 

“I’m yours… only yours…” you want to shout, but as he picks up the pace with his thrusts, you can hardly muster the strength to. 

“What’s it gonna take? What the hell do I have to do to stop these shameless fucks from trying to take what’s mine?” he rasps, his hips unrelenting, “mark you up in public? Take you like this and make everyone watch? Put a baby in you?” 

An embarrassingly loud, high-pitched whine rips from your throat at the thought, and you clench uncontrollably around your fiance’s length. The sudden tightening of your walls has his pace faltering, and the realisation that you’d let him mark you as his for everyone else to see urges him to plunge himself faster and deeper into you. 

“I’ll fucking do it all… that’ll show them.”

He pulls out of you, flipping you over onto your stomach before he sheathes himself back into you, the head of his shaft pressing right against your cervix, and your lips stretch open in a silent cry as you reach another high. Jacob spares you a moment to catch your breath before wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you up to have your back pressed against his chest and securing you in his hold. 

Your head falls back against his shoulder when his hips quickly build their momentum, tearfully calling out for him in breathless moans. He cranes his neck down, kissing your tears away while he whispers praises and demands for you to let him give you everything he’s got. 

“Take me… all of me…” he whispers. He reaches his hand down to rub your clit in tight circles and your quiet whimpers turn into desperate shouts. 

“Give me your cum… fill me up… fuck- please!” 

Your highs crash into you almost simultaneously, and the room echoes with groans and loud cries. You spasm and writhe uncontrollably in his arms as you’re blinded by explosions of pleasure, and he hugs you to him even tighter as his cum floods you in waves. 

With no feeling left in your limbs, you collapse onto the tousled sheets, bringing your fiancé with you. He stays buried within your walls, keeping you in his arms and panting heavily against your shoulder. 

“Fuck… I’m sorry…” he mutters, running his fingers through his hair frustratedly as he lets out a sigh of exasperation, and his distressed tone yanks at your heartstrings. 

“Why?” you ask quietly.

“I hate that I feel this way,” he laments, “I know that you’re mine, and I know that you’ll never do anything to hurt me but I hate that others don’t even care that you belong with me.”

A groan emits from his throat before he continues, “I don’t wanna become one of those guys who get insanely jealous whenever another man gets within breathing distance of their girlfriends, let alone fiancées. But every time someone so much as looks in your direction, I-” 

Jacob pauses, trying to suppress the disturbing thoughts of himself letting go and unleashing years of pent-up rage on every single man who has tried to steal you away from under his nose, “I don’t like who I become whenever that happens.” 

Taking one of his hands into your own, you bring it up to your lips, kissing the back of it and stroking your thumb over his knuckles. The arm that’s still wrapped around your waist tightens, pulling you closer and hugging you so tightly as if someone might burst in and pry you from his hold. 

“You’re just trying to protect what’s yours, yeah? That’s not something you should be ashamed of” you soothe while he releases a shaky breath, then he proceeds to bury his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, pressing his lips onto your skin. 

“You’re the one who makes me feel safer than anybody,” you coo, “and because of that, you’ve spoiled me for everyone else.

“You love me in ways that are impossible to forget,” you continue, “I could never want anyone else.” 

“Really?” he asks softly, and he beams at the confidence in your response. 

“Undoubtedly.”

You giggle when he litters kisses along your shoulders, neck, jawline, and finally, he takes your chin to turn your face towards him, melding his lips with yours. He pulls away, sighing against your shoulder and nestling closer to you. 

“I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?” he asks, “ do you need anything? A bath or-” 

“Just keep holding me like this,” you mumble sleepily, relaxing in his embrace and letting your eyelids flutter shut, humming at the sweet whispers of “I love you” against your shoulder . 

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🔞 MDNI!! 🔞

SISTER WHAT IS THIS HASKNSKSSNKDSN WTF IS POSSESSIVE JACOB SO HOT OH MY FCKING GOD 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 THAT LINE LOVE ME LIKE THEY NEVER CAN????? AND THE WAY HOW HE SAYS HE HATES IT WHEN HE BECOMES LIKE THIS????? NO SIR YOU TAKE IT BACK I LOVE POSSESSIVE MEN (only when it comes to tbz thats for sure) HOLY CRAP IM NOW WIDE AWAKE AND I WILL BE THINKING ABT THIS THROUGHOUT MY DRIVE TO WORK BCS HOLY. FCK.

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𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲

ji changmin x gn!reader

1.3k words, est. relationship au, hurt/comfort, minor fluff but more angst?, a bit of silliness, mentions of work pressures, neck kisses, intimacy, mentions of playful biting, pretty much not beta'd or proofread (past my bedtime; written in an hour)

a/n: @kimsohn saw some of the goofiness first <3 ily (*breathes in deeply* idk what im doing guys. anyways, this belongs in the category labeled "i get yappy and sappy when im existentially exhausted")

In the dark, the clock on top of the oven screamed “3:22AM” in angry, red light. You stumbled past it, vision blurry and footsteps as quiet as you could make them against the hardwood. Your bones ached to the marrow and you could feel the blood throbbing violently in your skull; you could not sleep.

It had been three hours of tossing and turning before you completely gave up and slipped out into the kitchen. Usually, it wasn't too difficult for you to fall asleep, but alas, there would always be exceptions.

You managed to find the opened bag of tangerines on the kitchen counter, the orange, wiry mesh already torn from the last person who'd grabbed one to snack on. As your eyes grew accustomed to the dark, you dug your nail into its skin and began to peel it open.

Through your daze, you just barely registered the sound of the bedroom door opening—footsteps followed after and came closer; they weren't trying to stay quiet like you were, as there wasn't any reason to anymore. Hands patted you down from your shoulders to your arms until they could settle comfortably around your waist; his body slid flush against your back like a puzzle piece, still warm from being in bed. Hair tickled the underside of your jaw as he nestled his chin into the crook of your shoulder, the ghost of his breath fanning across your skin like a caress, relieved.

“Did I wake you?” You murmured, forcing yourself awake a little as you felt him lean more of his weight against you.

A low hum. “Bed got cold.”

The corners of your mouth tilted upward as you stuck a piece of fruit into your mouth—it was summer; the bed couldn't have been cold. Juice spilled over your tongue in a comfortingly sweet tang, and you went for another. “Sorry, love. Do you want some?” You asked, holding onto a piece of tangerine.

“Mm-mm,” Changmin hummed, shaking his head with a slight movement. You felt his arms give your body a squeeze. “Are you okay?” He asked, voice small.

You shoveled the remainder of the tangerine half into your mouth, hands reaching for another one to keep yourself busy as you chewed, then swallowed. “Tired.”

“Is it the thing?”

Just the thought of the thing—the project you were given charge of at work—made you wish the ground would swallow you up. Your hands stilled on the orange.

The project was the first you were given a manager role for, as they thought it appropriate because you came up with the idea, but it seemed to only be an excuse to overload you with every Herculean task they could think of. You were practically chained to your cubicle desk until day's end, only leaving to go to the bathroom and attend another god forsaken meeting. Where home was supposed to be for rest, you were often slumped over the dining table, stressing yourself silver.

The thought of Monday… no, you couldn't think of Monday. You'd gone so long working on this thing—how could they make you loathe an idea that you proposed?

At your lack of an answer, there came a small breath against your neck. His thumb gently rubbed your side back and forth, the ebb and flow of the tide. “I'm sorry, baby. I know it doesn't mean much, but I'm proud of you.”

“It does mean something,” you countered quietly, and moved one of your hands to place it over his that rested over your stomach. “I'm just—I hate it here sometimes.”

The two of you seemed to sigh at once, your chests raising up then deflating in tandem. It made the knots in your shoulders loosen for just a moment, and you could release some of the strain keeping you tight and awake.

“One more,” he coaxed lowly. “In—”

You both slowly pulled air up through your nose to fill the caverns in your chests.

“—Out.”

As all things came and went, so too did this breath.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips pressing something sweet against your throat.

You were too tired to cry, but you might have just then. Sometimes it was just a project, but other times it was everything to you. It was born from your two hands, your brains, your back, your bones. Plenty of blood, sweat, and tears had seeped into every proposal and presentation, but you could never tell if it was enough. Would it ever be enough?

Changmin's head shifted as you snuck another piece of orange past your lips. “Remember,” he said, “when we were in college, and I let you text girls on my Hinge?”

Your mouth sweetened into a smile at the memory. “It was only because I let you text the guy who'd given me his number.”

“He was so lame—he clearly just wanted you to go see that new Stephen King movie so he could hold your hand.” You could feel him roll his eyes in the dark, though his voice remained syrupy with sleep.

You held back a snort. “That's the point, hon. If I remember correctly, the pick-up lines I used on those girls actually worked.”

“Crazy.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. You chewed on the next piece of fruit, swallowing it down before speaking again. “At least one of us has game.”

You felt the light pressure of his teeth against your shoulder, and you let out a surprised laugh. You didn't jerk away though—awfully used to your partner's strange language of affection—but you did push back against his forehead in lighthearted reprimand. “We talked about the biting.”

“Yeah, and you said you liked it.”

It was a good thing you didn't have fruit in your mouth. You warmed the slice of orange in your palm as you let the heat leave your cheeks and your neck. He could undoubtedly feel how flushed you were, and he seemed to preen at it.

“Gotcha,” he said smugly, and the smile on his lips molded against your skin as he left a kiss behind your ear. He nuzzled his nose there, too, fingers dancing along your side.

“I love you,” he said next. These words were quiet again. “I hate seeing you like this.”

You knew he meant the state he found you in—hunched over in the dark, eyes glazed over, and dread thrashing in your ears to fill the silence. The laughter that lit up your face just now had been his doing, his attempt at easing all of that burden.

You laid your head against his. “I love you, too.” You hated feeling this way, but some things had to be done. You had to see this one through, and you would.

“Don't run yourself ragged for this,” he said, as if reading your mind. “Can't let you lose yourself.”

The corners of your eyes prickled, your vision going blurry again. Your chewing slowed and you finished the last of the orange in your hands to clear the way for him to grab your fingers to intertwine them with his. He rocked your bodies slowly, dreamily—he was the gentle swaying of the waves beneath the raft you laid upon—and he was keeping you above water.

“Senior year of high school—” a miniscule break in his own voice, “—when college decisions came out… you didn't speak for so long, didn't eat. It was so quiet, and I—I didn't know how to help you.” Back then, the two of you were only labeled as best friends; you still hadn't decided if what you had back then was what you had now, but it was love in some form of the word and feeling. You supposed in every phase of knowing Ji Changmin, what you felt for him was love. “Can I help you now, please? How can I help you?”

You sucked in a breath and it came out trembling. “I'm just tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Just—that’s all. Just be here with me.”

You could feel his slight nod that turned into a tuck into your shoulder. Your pulse fluttered beneath the brush of his lips, his hands tightening around you. (I'm not going anywhere, not without you.)

In a night quickly dissolving into daylight, he held you and held you and held you.

tbz m.list

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IM SO BOYFRIEND DEPRIVED AND ITS ALL YOUR FAULT BEAM WHY IS HE SO PERFECT THIS IS SO COMFORTING LIKE I WANT CUDDLES AND THE KISSES FROM THE BACK????? HELLO1?!?!?!? FROM THE BACK1?!?!?! changmin lets cuddle it'll definitely help take away all the pain and struggles life is suddenly good again let us all find a bf like him amen 😔🫡🙏🏻