praying for everyone in the middle east who’s been hearing and experiencing the missile strikes. please do stay safe and don’t leave your houses unless it’s for something important. even tho the governments are trying to stop the missiles from hitting, shrapnel is still dangerous and can injury you (ie the man in abu dhabi that got hit by shrapnel and died).
and thank you to everyone who sent me kind words of concern, i’ll be sure to stay safe!
thinking about nerd!jake who was supposed to be tutoring you but instead is an adorable whimpering mess as you bounce on his long veiny cock like a bunny, his nails digging so harshly into your plush ass it’ll be sure to carve crescents into the skin.
you’ve nearly drained the poor pup dry as your thighs stick to his from both of your prior orgasms. an insane amount of thick gooey cum stretching between your conjoined bodies like glue.
loose sheets of paper scatter and lay forgotten across the desk as his deflated balls squish against the chair he’s currently pinned to. your sweet cunt swallows his length hungrily, puffy lips spreading wide open around his girth and kissing the base of cock each time you slam onto his pelvis.
jake is flushed a bright pink from the neck up and his thick framed glasses are all fogged, occasionally knocking against your forehead before you pull away from his face. his mouth desperately chasing yours as a delicate thread of saliva connects from his swollen lips to your own.
“nghh— yn please. . . ha-aah— slow d-down,” he whines pathetically, wriggling uncontrollably beneath you as you bury his overstimulated dick to the hilt. your innocently decorated bedroom filling with lewd sounds of skin slapping each time you drive his needy cock home — plap plap plap.
“j-jakey can’t— oh gosh! you feel soo good, ‘shoulda told me that your cock was this huge!” you slur, borderline pornographic moans filling the space as you fuck yourself drunk on his slippery length, fingers lacing through the back of his fluffy hair.
you can feel each protruding vein on his shaft drag against your velvety walls, clamping down on him as his mushroom tip spears the spongey patch hidden deep within your love tunnel. he should thank you really, you’re being the perfect little cocksleeve for him.
“ohmygodohmygod, oh no— yn, i think i-im gonna—,” he squirms, fingers twitching against your sides as he lets out the sluttiest moan you’ve ever heard. his eyes roll back into his head as you feel his cock head engorge, shaft convulsing as it spurts hot ropes of milk within your gummy walls.
your cunt flutters around him, clenching down hard as warm fluid gushes out and around his spasming cock, your hips relentless in grinding and rocking in small circles, ensuring that you’ve received all of the semen that he’s currently pumping deep into your womb.
you finish stiring your shared creampie around, mixing it until a frothy ring forms at the stump of his shaft and drips down his thighs. finally lifting up off of the spent boy, his cock slips out with a wet pop and falls limp into his lap.
est. relationship, fluff/ comfort, kinda domestic in a way ? reader is kinda in bad state of mind
💫: this was scratching my brain for a while now, so here it is
Donghyun's heart almost stopped the first time a rock hit into his window at 2 in the morning, then he was about to throw hands when it kept going on. He was finally getting some sleep after spending a few days with his friends and was actually sleeping well, so he almost screamed when he opened the window.
He didn't expect to see you there, a basket hooked on the handlebars of your bike, wearing the lightest top ever seen despite the hour. Yes, summer in Busan is quite hot, but still.
"Are you crazy ?" he whispered–yelled, scared he'll wake up his parents in the process.
"Come down," you hurried him, speaking out loud without giving a second thought to anyone sleeping right now.
His mouth fell open slightly before a loud shh echo in the street. "You're gonna wake up the whole neighborhood !"
"Then come already !" you answered, lowering your voice this time but frowning. "I wanna have a picnic by the sea," you added, locking eyes with him for real this time, and for a second he thinks you're going crazy.
"Ok I'm coming," he complied with a sigh.
He didn't bother closing his window, he was suffocating enough between heat and humidity already, and he'll get out that way too. It didn’t take him more than 5 minutes to change, putting on a decent pair of shorts and a basic, black shirt. He still pushed a jacket deep into his back pack in case either of you get cold on the beach, along with a small powerbank because his phone was actually charged up to 20%. That's what happens when you get dragged out by your crazy girlfriend.
Getting out of his window was a little tricky, it was for some reasons always slippery, even when it hasn't rained for days or in the middle of summer – so he's extra careful, despite you calling out his name and still telling him to hurry. Putting one foot after another, Donghyun finally jumped down holding his backpack close to him before he made his way to you.
"You could've, you know, texted me before ? Called instead of throwing rocks at my window ?" he said deadpan as he made his way to his bike parked in the side of the garage.
You shrugged, "it looks a lot less like a movie if I do that."
You had a point, he couldn't take that away from you – he always knew you were like this, even before you started dating. Maybe it was what charmed him even more, because you match each other freak. Shaking his head slightly, he left a kiss on your temple before jumping on his bike anyway.
"Lead the way."
A huge smile shows on your lips and you don't waste a second before pedaling all the way to the beach. The air was nice, salty already and Donghyun didn't regret going out one bit, even if he played being bothered by your sudden demand. You add so many adventures to his life, and help him make even more memories when he used to feel left out somehow. He couldn't ask for more.
The beach wasn't that far from his house, he was lucky like this, and in barely 15minutes you were leaving both bikes at the entrance of the beach and walking in the cold sand barefoot. He gently offered to take the basket, since it seemed heavy, but you shook your head.
'Can you take off my shoes instead ?' you asked then, and there were no worlds or dimensions where he can say no to that. Instead, he was walking with both your sandals and his sneakers in hands, following you as you got the closest possible to the sea without getting wet.
It wasn't really windy for once, well, as much as it can't be on a beach. Your hair was getting tangled by it anyway, flying in your face enough within the first few minutes to make you frown and possibly considering chopping it all at once. As if laying a picnic sheet wasn't annoying enough already.
"Here," Donghyun took the other side, despite you telling him not to, and helped you out.
Quickly placing one shoe at each corner, the two of you sat on the purple sheet and now much more slowly, unpacked the picnic you've prepared from the basket. He did his best to ignore the goosebumps on your arms, he knows better than to offer you something before you ask – you're way too independent for that, he learned it the hard way. He doesn't over step anymore. Instead, he just leaves his jacket between you two while you're still busy.
You barely prepared anything yourself, everything is wrapped in thin plastic with brand names and it makes him giggle softly.
"What ?" you frowned slightly.
"Not very romantic to buy it all in the convenience store, is it now ?" he lifted his eyebrows playfully.
You scoffed at first, shaking your head slightly. "I can take it all back and invite someone else if you don't like it."
"No, I love it," he answered quickly, bumping his upper body into yours.
His head stayed a second longer against yours, leaving room for a blush to cross your cheeks and a smile on your lips. Of course he does.
Leaving a kiss on your temple, he then started unpacking the few onigiri you brought and the three different chips' bags while you took a long sip of green tea. Handing it to him then, he shook his head gently and for a second you stopped at the sight. The light coming from the street behind still hit his face the best way, on the right angle and you wanted to curse any things or creatures making him doubt his beauty. He must be blessed by Aphrodite herself, you thought countless times. And you must be too to have such a lover.
He's the best you could ask for, from the way he looks at you to how he takes care of you, it's everything. Nothing is softer than how he loves you. So you take that onigiri he unwrapped for you and he doesn't say a thing about you eating it for the fifth time this week because he knows you love it so much. Instead, he takes a bite of his own, trying the flavor before offering you one so he can trade a bite of yours too.
You sit comfortably in silence, eating slowly as you look at the sea and enjoy the unique salty and fresh air. Your hair is gonna be a mess, and you'd have to wash it before going to bed, but it was fine by you as long as you get to enjoy it with him. His red hair was floating gracefully with the wind, being pushed away from his face and you got yourself staring a little. He was as much a view as the sea.
"You're so pretty, it's annoying sometimes," you snore, but without truly meaning it, the last part at least.
"Thanks darling," he completely ignored the last part and flashed you a big smile instead, and you swear your heart skipped a beat.
"You're beautiful too, you know," he added then, pushing stray hair from your face and tucking it securly behind your ear, making your face feel hot again.
He's good at that, making you blush, and you're glad it's kinda dark so it isn't so obvious. His fingers lingered a moment in your cheek, stroking your makeuped skin gently before letting go. He laid down on the sheet with a small muffled sound.
"It's nice," he sighed, closing his eyes for a second. "I could fall asleep there."
"You can," you shrugged, "I'd keep an eye on you."
You leaned back in your arms comfortably, looking straight at the small waves going back and forth calmly, the sound soothing your body and soul. Your gaze got lost into it, the silence got slightly thicker as you fell into the depth of your mind to escape reality for a short moment.
You jumped when you felt his hot fingers brush the cold skin of your arms.
"You should put something on," he ended up saying despite it all, getting a little worried.
To his surprise, after a small peak at your arms, you nodded, and took his jacket to put it on.
"Hum, thank you."
As your mind wasn't completely back there yet, he didn't push at first. He lets you stare at the sea while he stares at you, memorizing every part of your face, how your eyebrow crooked in the middle or how your lips sometimes turn into a thin line as you're lost deep in your thoughts.
"What is it ?" he ended up asking anyway, cutting through the silence once again.
He was for sure chatty tonight. You shrugged.
"Nothing, just... you know, life," was all you answered, and he knew what you were referring to.
He sat up and filled the small space between you two, close enough for his arm to wrap around your shoulder and pushed you in his arms, close to his chest. Laying his head on yours again, he started staring at the sea as well. So you wouldn't be alone in this.
A long and relieved sigh left your nostrils as you leaned into his chest, and he didn't mind that you stayed quiet. He just enjoyed it, having you here, staring at the sea at night because you felt like it.
"At least you're not lonely, right ?" he asked, just to be sure.
Because the last thing he wanted was for you to feel lonely.
"No," you whispered as you shook your head. "I'm not."
And when you cuddle closer to him, he knew he was doing enough for you.
Some of the fic I write i really fw, on the short history of this blog which is barely 6 months old, bc why not and maybe people will notice some of them 🤧
OR my 2025 recap !
My personal fav !
The hurt to comfort i made, especially taesan, jaehyun and sungho. (Pls pls it deserved better)
The k. lyrics matching with enha, especially heeseung, jay, sunghoon and jungwon.
All my jaehyun's solo fic, I can't pick just one, I love writing with him
Seatmate with Solon (yes I'll do a part 2 for the confession)
Don't stop the music with enha, especially jay
Falling in love, with heeseung
Accidently wearing matching items, especially jaehyun, i looooved this request sm
Borrowing their jackets with enha, especially jungwon's
Cute date with mai and sarang (i need to write more with izna)
The mot liked now !
Soft touch, enhypen most liked of my whole account
hot things they do with bnd, most liked for them
Don't stop the music, enhypen
Sports car, enhypen hyung line
Mostly enha without surprise 💭
My goals this year !
I really want to write longer fic, even if it takes a lot of time between work and my social life, I miss it a lot. I used to be better than that 😔
For the moment I'm working ona kinda coming of age, summer vacation with Sungho (I'm around 5k in). And I'm thinking about doing an idea i had a while ago with Jungwon, but I'll talk about it later if I can do it well.
I wanna write more with dark moon and izna as well ! I'm deep in bnd so its kinda hard but I wanna try.
I would really like to make more mutu and friends here as well, dont hesitate if you wanna talk, I'm shy
non est. relationship, making out (duh), more suggestive for some, reader is NOT shy (not me), reader has lips piercing (rings) for taesan's (from someone who has lips piercing), leehan wants that cookie
💫: it's been a while sorry, im writing longer fic lately so it takes time with work, but i felt like doing this so here it is !
Park Sungho
Sungho can feel his throat tighten when he lock eyes with Jaehyun as he closed the closet’s door to his face, the way he wiggled his eyebrow one last time while mouthing him the word ‘proof’ again makes it hard to swallow the lump in his throat. He lets go of a shallow breath when he can’t no longer see in front for him and suddenly, he’s more than aware of how small the closet is. His shoulder hits the door as he turns around and all he can smell is your perfume – despite Woonhak’s clothes filling the closet.
You’re so close, almost touching him with every move he makes. On the other hand, you don’t even move your little finger. The air is electric, heavy as all he can hear is your calm breathing not matching his at all. He clears his throat a first time, then a second before he feels you move closer.
“So ?” you asked in a whisper, your breath fanning on his skin, causing the hair of his arms to raise. “Wanna do something, or are we just gonna stare in the dark for nearly ten minutes ?”
Your tone told him everything he needed to know, he can feel his cheeks getting warmer and his chest raise in anticipation. Maybe it’s the few, light, drinks he had during the night – well, without it, he wouldn’t even be there to begin with – he’s confident enough to let his hands find your waist and pull you closer. You stumble into his chest thanks to the few clothes that fell on the floor as you stepped in a second ago, making your breath hitched. It tugged in smirk on his lips, feeling your hand grabbing onto the black tank top he had on, he can feel your cold hand through the fabric.
Brushing his nose teasingly into yours, waiting half a second, just to make you want for more before his lips pressed on yours gently at first, knocking the air out of his lunges. Your chest is pressed against his, making it hard to focus on anything else – not that he wants to. He forgets about the noises coming from outside the closet, the whole situation in fact. All he can think of is the way your lips move in sync with his, how eager you become as the second pass and how hungry for more you get.
Sungho’s intoxicated with you, everything about you : your scent, your touch, how you feel under his hot palms as he grabbed onto the skin of your waist harder now, just to feel you closer if it was even possible. The way you hum into the kiss drives him crazy, leaving him wanting more of you than just a hot kiss that neither of you seem to break – even if it means barely gasping for air without truly breaking it. He has no idea how long it’s been already, but for good measure, he finally breaks the kiss.
“Sungho–?” you don’t even have time to ask him anything that his hand grabbed your face forcefully, tilting it upward, leaving all the room he needs around your throat.
Your breath gets caught when his lips find the hot skin below your ear, kissing the way down to the base of your neck. A whine fell from your lips before you could even realize it when he sucked on the tender flesh, taking you by surprise. Your knees are weak, his other arm holding your strongly against him when they almost gave up on you and you swear you want to see all he can do to you with his strength. Your nails dig moon crescents into the skin of his shoulder at the feeling.
But the time is up, and the second Sungho hears someone walking to the door, his mouth let go in a loud pop before his gaze anchors in your blinking and glossy eyes, your mouth slightly agape and he can tell you want more – just like he does. Yet he still let go off you quickly when the door finally opens and plays it cool when Jaehyun’s jaw drop open in a smile at the big purplish hickey on your neck.
Lee Sanghyuk – Riwoo
When the door closed on his side, the first thing that crossed his mind was that he didn’t want you to do anything if you didn’t want to – even if you seemed to enjoy the game more than him since they started it. Or maybe it was the alcohol speaking more than you, he wasn’t sure, he wasn’t really that close to you. The darkness made it hard for him to picture where you were, how far at least, so he nearly jumped when your hands found him.
“Wanna have fun ?” you asked gently, your thumb drawing slow circles on the back of his hands as you guided them higher to your waist, without making them touch you before he answered.
A shaking chuckle left his lips as he smiled anxiously at first. Wetting his lips quickly, he leans closer, enough for his lips to ghost over yours as he answers. “Yeah.”
That’s all it takes for your lips to crash on his without hesitation, taking him aback. His hands rest comfortably on your waist, goosebumps running up his arms following the feather-like touch of your hands until your hands cross behind his neck, pulling him closer. Kissing his lips hungrily, teeth clashing and your tongue picking at his bottom lips – he can barely catch his breath. He never dared thinking of you that way, kinda thinking you were out of his league and genuinely thinking you never really noticed him much more than for his silly joke. So your fingers running through the hair at the base of his neck told you another story.
His grip on you tightened as you pulled gently on his lips, a small whimper came out making you chuckle.
“That’s not funny,” he whispered against your lips but leaned in right after, not leaving you room to answer, too lost in the moment.
A small gasp left your throat when he pulled you flushed into his chest. Now it was his turn to turn you on even more, reciprocating your eagerness as he kissed you one last time before leaving open mouth kisses down your neck. The light pull in his hair had more effect on him than he’d like to admit, and you could probably feel it by now. Tilting your head back, a breathy moaned echo in his ears, and he couldn’t help but think he won the lottery for having such a pretty girl melting under his touch.
He stopped for a second when he felt your fingers creeping under his shirt, feeling the toned skin of his stomach under your pads as you stroke his side gently.
“I want you,” you whispered gently, making him stop in his tracks.
Looking back at you, his eyes widened slightly when he saw the soft neediness written all over your face even though he can barely see it, he would’ve remembered if you ever looked this soft and it made his heart beat faster.
It stopped when the door opened to Taesan whistling when he saw you still all over him. He never saw you backing down so shyly before, but he also didn’t miss the lingering look you gave him before tilting your head to the stairs.
“If you want to,” you added with a small shrugged, and that was bold of you to think he didn’t want to when all he could think of was how you’d feel wrapped around him.
Myung Jaehyun
Jaehyun was all talk when he first sat down around the circle, leaning on his hand backward confidently as he drank way too quickly. His cocky smile almost irritated you, but you had to admit it looked hot on him. So you didn’t really take a moment to think when the bottle he spun stopped on you, you just accepted your fate and followed him into the damn closet.
To your surprise, Jaehyun let his back hit the wall as soon as he stepped in without making any moves, making you arch your brow. The cocky smile was now on your lips, not that he could really see it anyway. Taking the dangerous step between you two, you wrapped your arms around his neck only to feel his breath hitched as you did so.
“What now, MyungJae ? All bark no bite ?” you asked against his lips.
“I just didn’t expect you,” he admitted, tilting his head slightly so his nose wouldn't bump into yours instinctively.
“Why’s that ?” you proceeded, playing with the slightly longer stand of hair in his neck.
His hands hover over your hips for a second as he collects his thoughts, swallowing hard before daring leaving them lightly on the exposed skin between your low cut jeans and shirt.
“I don’t know, you’re hot ? That’s intimidating,” he said softly but you can hear – and feel – the smile on his lips.
It makes you roll your eyes, “as if that would change anything for you.”
With that, you cut the conversation short and kissed him properly, ignoring the goosebumps rising under his soft touch. A small chuckle left through his nose when you didn't waste a second to deepen the kiss, playing with the soft hair of his neck some more before both your hands traveled down to hold his cheeks. A warm feeling embraced him at the sweet gesture, the way you cradle his skin gently twist his stomach in something so different from neediness. He almost feels bad at the way his pads dig into your skin, but you're intoxicating. Everything, the softness of your lips on his, your perfume going up his nostrils enough so he could get drunk on it.
Your teeth nipping at his bottom lips made him weak and he had to fight any desperate sigh from coming out of his mouth. He couldn't let you have you this too. But his skin was melting under your touch, now that your fingers were traveling down his chest without leaving him any space to catch his breath. They stay comfortably on the loop of his belt, pulling him closer. His breath hitched loudly, and he could feel your cocky smile against his lips.
"You're impossible," he whispered out of breath as he broke the kiss for a second.
"You seem to enjoy it though," you argued, your hand traveling south for a second, brushing slightly the boner hiding in his jeans.
He scoffed, pulling you flushed against him and tilting your head up gently with his pointer finger. It made your stomach twisted, not expecting this kind of move from him.
"And you look like you want to feel it down your throat," he added, his finger tracing down your neck as his lips moved against yours before he left one last kiss.
The door opened to a rather flushed Woonhak to see you still in Jaehyun’s arms. He babbled some words as Jaehyun stepped out of the closet, flashing you a cocky smile one last time as you closed your agape mouth, not believing what he just told you.
Han Donghmin – Taesan
"So, you were curious ?"
Was the first thing you asked after the door closed beside you. Taesan can hear your back lay gently on the other side of the closet and he can't help the way his heart is racing. He swallows, takes a small breath before nodding even if you can't really see it.
"You heard that ?"
"You weren't really subtle about it," he can hear the shrug in your voice, and a dry chuckle left his lips.
"Maybe not," he accepts his fate, looking straight in front of him where you must be since there's literally no room. "So ? You're gonna let me test ?" he processed to ask.
"Sure."
He doesn't need anything more before taking the only step separating him from you – he already lost a whole minute talking, he can't lose more.
His lips don't crash on yours like you expected, no. They laid gently on them, tasting the bitter rest of alcohol, feeling the chill of the two rings sitting still around your lips before they moved smoothly to take your breath away. He didn't drink, there's nothing bitter in his breath, just the sweet taste of pineapple and you have to admit it makes you want more.
You can't help the way your fingers wrapped around the bottom of his shirt when his hand gently finds your cheek, and you're almost ashamed of the soft humming that leaves your throat when he deepens the kiss right after. He's intoxicating, his cologne clinging to your skin and you don't know if you want to get rid of it or for it to stay on your clothes so you can fall asleep with his scent around you.
On the other hand, he barely feels them, the rings. Or maybe he's too obsessed with the way your lips move confidently against his, how you don't even hesitate to pull him closer or dig your nails in the skin of his hips through his shirt. He wonders how it must feel on his back, how the scratches must hurt afterwards but right now, all he wants is to eat you alive. You whine when he tries to bite on the ring and pull, frowning his way despite the fact he can't see it – you push his chest slightly.
"Don't ?"
"Why not ?" he teased, his teeth now nipping at the thin skin of your lips instead.
It's too hard to get them anyway, he settles for less – he's fine with it, as long as he can hear the airy whine falling from your lips. He doesn't know how much time is left, and he's sure he cares if someone opens the door while he's feeding down your neck.
So his hands drive south and lifted the bottom of your shirt, his cold hand laying harshly on the skin of your waist before breaking the kiss. A smirk tug at his lips when you follow him before he kisses his way down your neck to your cleavage.
"Dongmin–" you whined, one of your hands finding his red hair when you're suddenly bathed in light.
Several screams and whistles resonate across the room, but the only thing you can hear is the click of his tongue as he stopped kissing you. But when you lock eyes with him one last time before he lets you go, you can tell they're full of promises – if you want to.
"So ?" Jaehyun asked with raised eyebrows.
Dongmin shrugged, "you don't really feel it."
Kim Donghyun – Leehan
He didn't say a word when the bottle stopped on him, he barely even looked you in the eyes as Dongmin walked you two to his closet. So you didn't expect him to push you against the wall the second the door closed. You hear some reactions at the loud sound outside but couldn't give it more care when his lips hover over yours immediately.
His large hands find their place on your hips, his cologne intoxicates you in half a second and you have to push on his chest slightly or you might get more miserable than you can accept.
His heart was racing under your touch, the proximity forcing you to take a deep breath despite it being mixed with his.
"What's up with you ?" you asked softly, his nose brushing into yours as he leaned closer again.
"I'm just serious about games," he said plainly before leaning in and kissing you fully.
It's overwhelming. His lips are rough on yours, kissing you deeply without hesitation it makes your heart beat faster and faster. You can't think straight, your hands grip on his collar like a lifeline, roughly pulling him closer and closer, until his chest is pressed against yours. Stands of his hair falling into your face, tingling gently the apple for your cheeks and you don't waste a second to hold it back with both your hands, running your fingers gently on his scalp. He could tie them at this point, and as a low groan left his throat, you swear you felt your stomach twisted.
His kisses are hungry, eager for more and it caught your breath when you felt his tongue running on your bottom lips. You opened up without hesitation, allowing his tongue to dance with yours as you hum into his mouth.
You never would've thought he was like this, to have such ease around your body like he owns it. At least it really does feel like it when he slowly pushes your shirt up to draw small and slow circles on your hips.
You honestly abandoned fighting for dominance the second his lips fell on yours, and just went with the flow, pulling on his hair slightly just to get another mutual groan that makes you want to beg for more.
It's so hot, you can barely breath with the strength he used to keep your back against the wall. A small whine escaped your lips when he broke the kiss, and you can't help but follow them a little before hearing a low chuckle from him. You don't even have time to ask what's up when you feel his lips leaving open kisses down your neck, straight to your chest.
A shaking, breathy giggle left your lips when you feel him suck on the tender skin as he pulls your shirt down for a better access. It's too much. Him, his warm touch, it just leaves you there wanting more when you don't even have 10 minutes together. As a high pitched whine left your lips, you can feel him smile on your skin.
"Oh ?" he hummed, coming back to your lips to kiss you more time before you heard movements outside the closet.
When the door opens, he's on the other side of the closet, gently fixing his hair while you're still out of breath, and everyone can see the purple mark on your chest.
Kim Woonhak
He cleared his throat nervously when the door closed behind him. Sungho almost had to push him in when he asked to play himself, surely making Jaehyun laugh, but Woonhak was about to pee himself. Not that he didn't want to be there, with you, he just never thought he'd ever get intimate with one of his hyung's friends.
"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," he started, talking way too fast for it to look like he's just trying to cool things down.
"We can like, get to know each other ?" he offered half sarcastically, making you giggle lightly.
"You're cute, Woonhak, Jaehyun's right about that," you said gently, as you took the two steps between you two. "You really wanna talk ?" you asked honestly after making his heart jump in his chest, bumping your finger into his chest.
Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he shook his head before he whispered, "No."
His big hands instinctively reach for your waist then, pulling you closer as your perfume fills his nostrils and he had to close his eyes for a second to collect himself before your chapped lips land in his.
He's taken aback at the sweetness of them, the rest of the juice you mixed with strong alcohol all night but he can't taste the bitter taste of it. Or maybe he's just lost in too deep already, loving the way your lips move gently in sync with his.
He'll never hear the end of it, he already knows it, but he wouldn't trade his place for anything. He actually loved how you feel under his palms, your chest pressed against his and he's almost ashamed how his body reacted quickly.
Getting lost in the kiss, his arms roamed on your back as he hugged you closer. He's out of breath already, but he can't bring himself to let you go, not when you hum blissfully in his mouth enough for him to want to eat you alive. So gently, he pushed his knee between your thighs, and the gasp that escaped your lips made his blood go south.
No more being shy. His lips crashed back on yours as he steady his grip on you and turned you around in one swift movement to push your back against the wall, all that without breaking the kiss.
It's hungry, rushed, like he's not sure he's doing it right but can't help but go on anyway. He pulls you closer harshly, and his heart stops when your hands find the hair at the nape of his neck. He doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to let go and something in him makes sure he doesn't hear the person come closer.
But he surely hates the light coming in suddenly, but not as much as he hates breaking away from your lips. His breath is fading on your lips as he tries to catch it under the eyes of his friends.
He can't look you in the eyes as the both of you walk out the closet, he can't hold any eye contact to be honest, but he's uncomfortable in his jeans and all he can wish for is that you'll follow him upstairs to help him out.
heya! silent lurker here 👐 can i request 7 mins of heaven scenario with ot6 bnd? 7️⃣🕖
Hiii ! Sorry to answer this mouths later, i was taking a small break in request but I think I'm back taking them and writing them and I started with yours ! You'll find it here, I hope you'll like it 🫶🏻
do you have any headcanon for bonedo members fav position?
✮ — i could genuinely write so much on all of these…especially sub!members…..pls lmk if anyone would like longer fics on these :3
smut; mdni. ot6, idol!sungho, lots of praise, body worship, dacryphilia if you squint?, they’re all lowkey sickeningly in love and obsessed with you <3
sungho — not necessarily a “position”, but sungho just likes fucking you against any surface possible. he can’t help but bend you over the kitchen counter as you wash the dishes, you just look soo soft and peaceful like that! pushing you against the vanity in his dressing you before he goes on stage? perfect for blowing off some steam. and his personal favorite; holding you up against the wall with those strong arms of his, hitting deep inside as his cock twitches at the sound of you moaning in his ear. he loves being about to hold you in his arms, close and secure where he can see your face contort after every thrust that fills you up so good. being able to ogle at his sculpted arms only turns you on more alongside having your guts rearranged.
riwoo — mirror sex. you walk into his room for the first time probably thinking, “the mirrors are so aesthetic! especially because his fashion taste is so good!!” only for a deep blush to crawl up your neck when you see the ones on the ceiling…riwoo loves every inch of your body, and wants you to love it too. so what better way to prove himself than have you watch as he ruins you? worships you like the goddess you are, fucking you deep and slow in front of the full length mirror by his bed. one hand grips your waist while the other holds your face steady to make you watch yourself get wrecked by him. he praises your perfect tits and your body that was sculpted specifically for him, getting off on that adorable expression you make right before cumming with him.
jaehyun — a heated, mating-press-like missionary. jaehyun is a very passionate lover who makes love to you like he wants your bodies fused together. so when he lefts your leg (or both) up onto his shoulders, pushing deep into your warmth with a lustful groan, he realizes he never wants to leave this position. ever. his hands never lose contact with your body as they trail from your ass to where your calf rests on his shoulder, pressing a kiss just above your ankle as his hips slam harder into you. he cradles your face so tenderly and holds so much love in his gaze which makes it all the more intimate. he talks you through each orgasm, whispering sweetness into your ears as he slows down his pace, dragging his cock deliciously against your spongy walls.
taesan — i think taesan can be pretty versatile, in that he can (and will…) do you in any position. however, seeing you from behind does something to him.. hands on your ass with your back in a nasty arch all for him and your face pushed into a pillow, drool soaking the pillow case. he gets so deep and it draws the prettiest moans out of you. he also loves being able to pull you up and press your back flush against his chest, keeping you close with his heart beating against your shoulder blade. definitely loves nipping at your earlobe as he whispers filthy praise in your ear. he kisses, licks, bites, sucks, on your neck and shoulders while also sliding a hand down to toy with your clit. d1 yearner over here just loves how perfectly you fit, all warm and snug against him.
leehan — i can definitelyy see him loving cowgirl. its every guys dream to have his hot girlfriend on top of him. he gets to look up at your pretty face and has full access to your tits?? absolutely perfect. leehan swears an angelic halo forms on your head when he sees you on top of him like that, flush faced and slightly teary eyed. the position truly works for any situation, he thinks. when he’s tired and wants you to just use him or for the times you insist on topping him, only to end up begging him to take the lead and fuck up into you as he grinds your hips down on his needy dick. he loves to mouth at your chest with one hand on your waist and the other brushing under your boob, just below the swell of your breast to gently pull you closer.
woonhak — a sweet and simple missionary, except with woonhak, it’s anything but simple. he’s in love with just how much access he has to your body in this position. how he can trail kisses up your shoulder to your jaw and that he can see your every move as you squirm under him. you’re so so beautiful all splayed out like that, his hands can’t help but roam across your torso and drag down to brace your hips. the way your body reacts perfectly in sync with his drives him crazy. sometimes just the way you look at him makes him a bit nervous so he tries to hide it by constantly keeping his mouth on you. it also makes it easier for woonhak to hide in your neck when you squeeze him all warm and tight, letting out a broken and whiny groan.
I just stay in my room too long ⋆𐙚₊° myung jaehyun (bnd)
SYN: after he spent the day locked in his studio, you take him breath some fresh air on the rooftop of the company.
❛masterlist❜ ::idol!f.reader 𝜗𝜚 wc (1.6k) ◌⃝
est. relationship, idol!reader, small skinship, comfort, tooth rooting fluff, they're both down bad
💫: maybe I'm just down bad for myung jaehyun, maybe I just want him to have nice people around him to take care of him. He's so dear to me, it's not even funny
Inside the small, silent studio, Jaehyun’s fingertips tap repeatedly on his desk, following the music playing in his headset. There was only the small light of his desk on, mixed with his computer’s, it was more than enough to focus on composing. His other hand covered his mouth as he focused on the few parts he just had, listening again and again just to be sure it was getting closer to what he wanted.
Tilting his head to the side with a frown, he exhaled deeply through his nose as he erased the parts he just added – it wasn’t it. It didn’t even come close to what he had in mind and he was getting crazy over it. He had no idea for how long he's been sitting here, in the dim light of his studio, but what was sure was that he wasn’t even near to leave yet. Pushing a stray hair bothering him away from his face, he leaned his cheek in the back of his hand while he listened to yet another few drafts of samples, trying to find how to put everything together.
His jaw clenched without him really realizing – he should really stop to grit his teeth, he even hears your voice echoing in his mind to be careful, but when he’s too focused he can’t help it. Brushing the thought away as he consciously unlocked it, he got back to work as quickly as his mind drifted away.
Jaehyun was too absorbed in his research to hear the door opening behind him, despite the fact that nothing was playing in his ears, so he jumped when your hand found the tip of his shoulder. His breath hitched for a second before his eyes lay on you. With a small, yet sweet, smile on your face, you push down his headset around his neck – brushing his hair tenderly on the way. He can feel his body relax under your touch as he leans into your exposed stomach. Closing his eyes at the soft touch of your fingers in his hair, he let out in a sigh.
"I didn't hear you," he murmured, his warm breath hitting your skin.
"Yeah I figured," you answered softly. “I knocked a few times, in fact.”
There’s a beat as he doesn’t answer back, simply resting against your hot skin as if it was all he needed at the moment. Your eyes are fixed on him, as you keep on running your fingers in his hair delicately. As you realize he won’t speak again, you do.
"Sungho told me you've been there all day,” you started gently, not wanting to rub him the wrong way. “So how about we go to the fifteenth floor, order something to drink and go sit on the rooftop for a while ?"
He sighed at your offer, making you frown more than you intended.
"I'm onto something right now, I can't–"
"You realize it's not really a question Jaehyun, right ?" you cut him short, not ready to take his non-sens.
The day was long for you as well, and the both of you deserved a good time to rest and recharge with one another. Jaehyun sighed deeply before burying his face into your stomach for good this time, and you let him – already knowing he was surrounding by doing so. A smile showed on your lips when he pushed away gently, putting his headset away to take the jacket resting beside him instead.
“Ok, let’s go,” he finally said with a soft smile for you, tugging his arm with yours.
The dark circles under his eyes strike you even more when you step outside to some real light, but even if you wanted him to sleep more, take the rest he needed, you knew he couldn’t. Just like you. You’ve never seen someone so busy, you honestly had no idea how he was keeping up and still had so much energy to perform or even for any variety show.
Putting on the mask that was waiting below your chin during the elevator ride, you let go of his arm as you stepped into the said floor before him so people wouldn’t give you too much attention. It wasn’t really hidden within the HYBE building, but you never really know what people could do. The both of you quickly ordered your coffees, and just as fast as you arrived, you left without a second glance to anyone in the room and headed straight to the rooftop.
The fresh air hits Jaehyun’s face like the entrance of heaven itself. It was warmer than he imagined, but he didn’t regret his jacket either – just in case you get cold, considering your small black tank top. It can get a little windy easily up there, the building not totally protecting you. You took the lead, walking to one of the free benches with him on your tracks and sat down, before patting the spot next to you.
It takes him a second to sit as he stops right in front of you. His gaze suddenly lost in the breathtaking view of the vast city, to the trees' leaves shuffled with the wind and, from where you sat, it looked like he could breathe again. His features relaxed in a soft, resting face – leaving the small frown he had for the whole walk here behind. For a second, you thought he might cry. But then his eyes fell back on you, and there's a content smile on his lips as he finally sits next to you. His thigh rest comfortably against yours as he leaned in, putting all his weight on his elbows. Taking a long sip of his hot vanilla latte, you can't help the way your smile widened at how relaxed he looks now.
Neither of you talk for a while, simply enjoying the warm breeze in your hair and the slow breathing of Jaehyun next to you. You turned your phone off, ignoring the texts on the group chat and focusing on the moment. You let your head rest gently on his shoulder, and close your eyes. You almost giggled when the weight of his head met yours. You don't know how long you stayed like this, but your heart felt lighter, and you really hoped his as well.
"Maybe I needed that," he said after a beat.
He straightened his back slowly, leaving you room to copy him, he then gave you his cup before stretching his arms up. Taking a sip without a second thought, you hummed at the sweetness before handing it back to him.
"Give me a sip too," he falsely argued, taking a long sip of the oolong tea in your cup – then making a face.
You laughed out loud this time, as he shook his head a little, handing it to you like it personally assaulted him.
"That's poison," he deadpanned, shaking his head disapprovingly.
"It's not !" your laughter got louder, gaining a few unwanted stares from the few people around but you didn't mind. "That's my favorite!"
"I know !" he yelled as well, in his usual, playfully arguing tone. "It's still poison !"
"You're overreacting," you sighed, wiping the small tears building away from your eyes.
But you let out a content and loud sigh. Maybe you could breathe again as well.
"Feeling better ?" he asked out of the blue after a beat.
His hand landed behind you as he rested his weight on his arm, before leaving a kiss on your temple. Closing your eyes at the sweet gesture, you simply nodded as you rested your back against him.
"You seemed tense earlier," he added softly, suddenly looking at his feet. "I'm sorry I made you worry, you have a lot on your plate already."
"Don't worry, I know my man," you said playfully, booping your nose into his cheek, but he knows you're dead serious.
"That's what we do, we take care of each other," you added, more serious this time.
Turning your head away from him, it's your time to get lost in the view – letting your eyes wander around for a moment and follow the birds flying above your heads. For a second, Jaehyun doesn't know if he's supposed to answer or not – if you expected something from him or not. Sometimes, it feels like he doesn't know you as much as he thinks he does, but his insecurities always shatter when you gaze back at him with a smile. Suddenly, everything is crystal clear again, and his heart feels full of you.
Taking the last sip of your tea quickly, you get up and reach your hand out for him.
"Wanna come to my dorm tonight ? My roommate isn't there," you say smoothly, a light he knows too well in your eyes.
He chuckled as he took your hand, bringing it to his lips to leave a small kiss on your knuckles.
"I can't refuse that kind of offer," he smiles down at you, making you giggle. "What?"
"Nothing," you whispered gently as you took half a step closer to him, resting your head on his chest. "I love you, Myung Jaehyun."
His heart flutters at your words, his breath hitches – as if you didn't say it a thousand times, as if it was his first time heating them. He doesn't understand why his hands hesitate to wrap around you for a second, maybe he was still unsure, in a way. Because why would he ever be sure when it comes to you ? It still feels unreal sometimes, you loving him. You were too good for him.
"I love you too," he whispered back after a beat, leaving a kiss on the crown of your head.
est. relationship, skinship, fluff, comfort, reader is slightly insecure, kinda inspired by lovesong by baebadoobee
💫 : happy birthday to the sweetest boy, even if he makes me go through way too much second hand embarasment sometimes, i still love him dearly <3 its a little early for my time zone but its ok. also last post with this layout, you've been loved 😔
Your head was resting against Woonhak’s shoulder, looking at his phone with him while he was answering Jaehyun’s insistent messages. There was a small frown on his face as he carefully typed his answer, knowing damn well he’ll hear about any mistakes for longer than morally acceptable, while a content smile rested on your lips as you read what’s going on.
‘she’s reading ? Hi y/n !!’ Jaehyun asked, making you giggle behind your hand.
“Tell him I say ‘hi’ back,” you say gently, nudging your head into his shoulder.
“What ? No, no, no, he’ll think you’re friends and will spam your katalk. No way,” he answered urgently, shaking his head with fervor.
Woonhak made you laugh even more and you rolled back on your back at his comment.
“I’m friends with him !” you argue but not as seriously as you could’ve, knowing he just wanted to keep his peace with you.
“Don’t recall me that, I try to forget about it as much as I can,” he commented dramatically as he finished his message quickly.
You shook your head again, exhaling a satisfied sigh through your nose as you closed your eyes. You can still feel him against your arm, his warmth helping with the freezing cold outside leaking in despite it all. Hearing his phone hits your bed, you feel him move away from you roughly. Opening an eye, you see him now laying on his side, looking at you through his bang slightly falling in front of his eyes.
He’s breathtaking, with his eyes half closed staring at your face with a longing you can’t fully understand when you’re right next to him. He still has time before leaving, so you catch yourself wanting to tell him to enjoy the weekend fully before he does – but you do none of this. Instead, you pushed the soft, brown hair away from his eyes before caressing cheek on the way, your knuckles softly stroking his skin as he closed his eyes at the small gesture and his heart feels lighter now that your skin is on his.
You stayed like this for a second, admiring his softened and relaxed expression, when his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. He doesn’t understand what’s going on inside his heart and mind when you’re around, you shake everything he thought he knew. Making him want to spend more time in school when it’s never been his thing, just to get the privilege of spending a day with you – he envies all of your friends, and hates those who just have the chance to see your beautiful face everyday when he has to fight for it. You’re the anchor he misses in his non-stop lifestyle, the softness he deserves after a long day and right now, laying on your childhood bed, he wished this moment froze in time so he could get lost in it forever.
“Are you going to leave ?” you asked out of the blue, cutting through the thick yet comfortable silence.
He opened his eyes again, wrinkling them a little at the white sky poking out of your window behind you before they focused on you again. He doesn’t know where this comes from, but again, you have worries and questions he doesn’t understand half of the time. He learned to answer anyway, without asking further just so you feel better. He’s fine as long as you are.
“You ? Never.” he answered surely, his brown eyes now fixed in yours, trying to find any sign of insecurities he would’ve to take care of.
But he doesn’t find a thing. Instead you just nod your head slowly as you tear your eyes away from his own, as if you were carefully printing his words inside your head, making sure the ink doesn’t spill, so you never forget them – and he hopes you do, because he’s not joking. Your fingers find the strings of his hoodie, gently twirling it around them and his heart starts beating faster again, in fear this time despite the small smile on your lips.
“You doubt it ?” he asked after a beat, his own hand finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours.
“I don’t know, sometimes ?” you said gently, stealing a stare. “It’s complicated sometimes between us. And you have so many amazing people around you, who understand your situation better than I do…”
“I’m not looking for someone like me,” he’s in a hurry, catching your face with both his hands so quickly he makes you flinch slightly. “You’re like, a bowl of fresh air every time I see you, because you’re not in… this.”
His eyes are shaking, blinking fast as if it could prove his point and make you erase that silly thought of your mind. A silent, but seemingly reassured, chuckle left your lips and softly, your forehead leaned into his, and his body relaxed when you hand found his cheek again.
“Is that so,” you commented playfully, but he can’t tell if you’re eased by his words or if you’re now just brushing the mixed feeling away, still letting the thought sink into a far drawer in your brain.
So he kisses you. His lips find yours gently as he doesn’t waste a second before pulling you slightly closer by the waist. They connected together perfectly, making him think he was made for you as his lips moved along with yours in a deep kiss. He wants you to forget it, not just brush it away and if he has to take the breath out of your lungs to do so, he will. He’ll basically do anything to make sure you feel love – well, everything in his power, at least.
“You know… every love song is about you,” he muttered hesitantly against your lips breathlessly after he broke the kiss. “Every single one. None of them would exist without you, and I’m always teased to death when I come back from spending time with you because they say all I want to do is write.” he confesses quickly, his gaze steady and sure in yours as you can feel your cheeks getting hotter.
“So don’t doubt it, never. I love you.”
You can’t help the butterfly in your stomach, the feeling getting so overwhelming it almost makes you sick, but it warms you all the way up to your cheeks. You knew it, kinda, but hearing him say it was something else, something you weren’t really ready to hear, it seems. It was too much for you to take, now hiding your face in his chest so he wouldn’t see the love sick smile on your lips.
“You’re crazy,” is the only thing your mind can think of, because he definitely is to say stuff like that.
“Over you,” he added cheekily, and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he holds you closer to his body, keeping you warm.
You hit his chest lightly, but it sadly works on you, making your heart beating faster – if that was even possible. Holding back from hiding yourself deeper into his chest, you pushed him on his back instead, now laying on top of him before peppering a thousand kisses all over his face until he’s nothing but a giggling mess under you.
Because that’s why he came here first, to relax and spend time with you, getting a thousand kisses before he goes back to his crazy life.
All he could think about while stepping into the train station two days later was the faint souvenir of your lips. The softness of your kisses peppered around his face as he lays down on your bed with you, how they fit perfectly on his own and the giggle that kept on falling off them for the whole weekend. White blows evaporate into the air every time he breathes and his gaze gets lost in it for a second in the so recent yet so far memory of the weekend.
It was perfect, all he could’ve asked for after a long period of not seeing you enough for the last few weeks and he didn’t regret one bit harassing his manager so he would let him go. A deep, relieved sigh left his lips as he sat on a bench, waiting for his train. He missed you already. He wanted to be back inside the warmth of your arms as your fingers ran through his hair gently, enough for him to fall asleep on the spot. Not sitting by himself in the biting cold of winter, waiting for a train that will drive him away from you again.
He was lost in his mind, thinking of the two long weeks break you had to stay away from Seoul, how he's gonna miss you at night without being sure if he'll be able to call you. Lost enough to only notice the last whistle through his headphones, signaling the train was leaving. Getting up quickly as he watches the train by the end of the venue leave without him, he curses under his breath before taking his phone shamefully out of his pocket.
"Don't tell me you missed your train ?" tells his manager immediately after he answered.
Nobody likes the silence that follows, and his manager hates it even more when Woonhak breaks the thick silence with an awkward giggle.
"I missed my train again," he ended up saying, making the man on the other side of the line groan.
"I'll book you another one, but don't miss it! Or you're gonna pay the next one," he warned, ready to end the call.
"Yes sir !" he almost yelled before the sounds cut.
Sighing deeply, he sat back on the bench until he got the information about his new train. Ruffling his hair, he couldn't believe it. You were all over his mind, all the time, and it wasn't the first time he missed a train because of you, but he never told you it was the reason. He was too ashamed of it, even if you'll probably just find it cute.
'I missed my train again'
He sent it without much thought at first but then, as if it magically appeared in his mind, and the lyrics writer's brain probably works like this anyway, but he opened his notes app and started writing. There were barely a few words inside the notes, but he already couldn't wait to show it to you, since it'll once again be about you.
SYN : he decides to confess his love to you on his birthday, but he end up doing it under the first snow of the year
friends to lovers, barista!reader, non idol!jaehyun, fluff, jaehyun's anxious
💫: it sounded better in my head ngl and i never know how to finish stuff like that, i hope it's still good tho ! Once again it's a litte early for my time zone but it's ok.
happy birthday to my one and only, who gave me back a comfort i was missing in my life by proving me you can still be and look happy, be kind and caring and a good person despite it all, even if you've been through hard moments in your life. thanks for proving me it doesn't have to define who you are. I love you so much, happy birthday myung jaehyun <3
The cold of December definitely hits differently than November's, he had to admit it even if Jaehyun doesn't like that his father's right sometimes, but after walking around in front of the coffee shop he can only agree. He's freezing, he can barely stretch his fingers inside his pocket despite the thick gloves he wears and regrets forgetting to take a hot pack. He could've just waited for you inside, it wouldn't be the first time, but there wasn't much more time before your shift ended and he needed winter's fresh air some more. He really wanted to say it was for courage, but it wasn't – not really.
He closed his eyes as he recalled friends' disapproving words in his head, how Dongmin rolled his eyes at him and stopped talking after, when Sungho told him that maybe, he should wait a few days. He kicked on a random rock next to the door, sending it flying far on the road and for a second, he’s thankful nobody drove by. Maybe it was a shifty idea after all, confessing on his birthday, but if he didn't push himself on the edge, Jaehyun fears he'll never take that frightening step ahead. A deep sigh left his lips, a white fog forming out of them as he looked up to a starless sky. It wasn’t even that late, not even past 6pm, but winter’s quite unforgiving about this.
"I won't regret it," he says softly to himself with a small nod, less certain than he wished, but there.
If it doesn't work out, he'll get the chance to spend the night with his friends to forget about it for the night, and he'll cry about it later. Maybe for days. But if it goes well, he gets to spend his birthday with his new girlfriend. Either way, he doesn't want to ruin his own night and will enjoy it fully, because his friends would literally kill him if he doesn't, but mostly because they’ll make sure he does no matter what. Like they always do.
"Regret what ?" your voice echoed in his ears suddenly, making him jump a little before laying his hand on his heart.
He didn't hear the abominable sound of the front door as you stepped out, too focused on his heart beating awkwardly fast. You’re tilting your head, looking his way and he can’t help but feel his heart flutter at how cozy you seem, engulfed in the big red scarf he sees for the third year in a row. He remembers you've mentioned having it since high school, because he once thought about gifting you a new one for Christmas but backed down after hearing that.
A shy smile spread on his lips as he shook his head.
"Nothing, I was thinking about my next exams and how I won't be able to work how I want to," he lied, only thinking about school in this type of moment.
You raised an eyebrow at his answer, but still smiled at him with a kind of unconvinced nod. “You’re gonna do great, you’re a hard worker.”
A secret third thing between a scoff and a giggle left his lips, and he’s off balanced again.
“I’ll do my best,” he answered sweetly, before changing the subject quickly, not wanting to stay on a lie for too long. “How about we take a walk ?”
“It’s freezing,” you said, unsure while studying his features, trying to ignore the side smile on his lips. “You don’t want to take a coffee instead ? I’m paying, since it’s your birthday.”
You already sent him a message at midnight, not missing it like you did last year, and maybe that’s what made Jaehyun want to confess even more. Because you put in the effort, you listen to him when he tells you the best gift you could get him was to see you for his birthday and not to take him anything. So he shook his head, his smile never leaving his lips and you swear your heart feels warmer every time he smiles your way.
“No, I’d really like to walk with you, despite the cold. You can give me that, right ?” he winked, nudging your shoulder and you scoffed as an answer.
Rolling your eyes, you still nod in the end and made the first step, your long coat flying with the wind as you turned around to look at him and smile.
“Then, you’re paying me for a hot drink after the walk. I’m not letting you leave without a chai latte in hands,” you added playfully, a cheekily smile that cut the breath out of his lungs.
“Deal,” with a nod, he walked back by your side, hoping he won’t even leave it for the night.
Now walking around the busy streets, admiring the Christmas lights and shop windows’ decorations, he thought that talking with you like nothing would make things easier – but turns out it doesn’t. Listening to you talking about your day like you always do when you meet makes it hard for him to break through it. What if he loses everything he built with you ? He worked so hard to get to know you. He still remembers how unfriendly you were when he first asked more about you at work, because since his first year you were the one making his coffee, and after a year, he just wanted to know more than the name on the tag on your chest. Not that he blamed you for it – a lot of people must have try to hit on you countless times. It still made his day when you started being friendly with him, it felt like wining a stray animal's trust after feeding it for months. So obviously, after spending barely 30 minutes with you, with the confession he wrote and learned by heart turning inside his mind, he not so surprisingly got scared to lose you.
"You planned something for tonight ?" you asked, not necessarily out of nowhere but Jaehyun was so lost in his mind that it looked like it.
He almost forgot the cold sinking under his skin as your voice warmed his heart, and it takes him a second to focus back on you.
"Hum yeah, my friends want to invite me to dinner and a karaoke, even though they hate it when I'm drunk and start singing Haru Haru," he joked, remembering the video Dongmin took two years ago.
A bubbly laugh left your lungs, raw and sincere, and again, he's brought back to reality – he might lose this tonight. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants to back down, yet there's always this little voice in his mind telling 'what if she says yes ?' and that keeps him steady, the best he can at least.
"Can I join maybe ? Or is it a close friends’ night only ?" you managed to ask after your laughter quieted down.
He gulps hard at your words, and for a second his voice is stuck in his throat. He could just say yes and push this away again, like he did many times already, but today had to be the day – he wants it to.
So stops in his tracks, his gaze locked on the floor at first so he only hears your footsteps matching his and stop. You call out his name softly, and he can picture you tilting your head again, but he doesn't answer. Is it ok if he regrets it after ? It might not be the end. He tries to convince himself, repeating it a few times and hoping the idea will settle in his mind, but his heart is racing behind his ribs. Suddenly all the things he wrote last night, all the poems he made about you, the things he wanted to tell you, evaporate as his mind goes blank. A careful sigh left his lips, something raw is always better right ?
So he looks back at you, his features tensed but ready now, only to see snowflakes falling around, landing softly in your hair. His heart dropped, completely stunned by the sight of you under the first snow of the year.
"It's finally snowing," you stated softly, capturing stray and cold snowflakes in your uncovered hand. "Seems like it was waiting for you."
It took a while this year, you two were talking about it the other day, but now he thinks you might be right, that the Gods above him did it just so he had no other choice. There really was no better moment to do it. So he chuckles, surrounding completely with a shake of his head. His eyes now soften on you when you look back at him with widened and sparkling eyes.
"I love you," he says softly, locking eyes with you as he did.
No big confessions, no long lines of what he loves about you and how you changed his life for good like he intended to – just the three words his heart was dying to tell, scream even and the rest was for yours to take care of. At least, you couldn't take the romantic aspect of his confession, even if you reject it.
A beat pass, it stretches and in the end, his gaze fell from your pretty bambi eyes still looking at him to the ground, too hard to bear. And you don't say anything. You're just too stunned to speak, blinking fast as you try to process his words along with the beating sound of your heart in your ears before looking shyly at the other side of the street. You can see some people stopped around you and your cheeks suddenly feel hot on top of all the things happening inside your body already.
"It's ok if you don't feel the same," Jaehyun chuckles, quite bitterly even if he tries to hide it, and you realize you can't take longer to answer.
But it's so sudden for you, but not exactly out of nowhere either. You've been talking and seeing each other for a while now. You couldn't lie and tell he never made your heart beat faster before. You even started reaching out to him when you have a bad day, when everything feels too much and that's what made you realize that, maybe, you ended up catching feelings.
Finally taking that dangerous step forward, you met him carefully before taking his cold face between your hands to look him in the eyes. His eyes are glossy and you can’t tell if it’s because he’s about to cry or from the cold, but you hate yourself for making him feel like this. But so does he to react like this, because he really thought he could manage it. Without another second speared you left a kiss on his cheek, dangerously close to his lips enough to make his heart jump in his chest.
"I like you too."
It was still a little too early for love, you can’t manage it yet when your heart is already about to explode at the widened yet so deeply happy look he gives you – but it'll come. And with him, you're sure it's not gonna take long.
He can't help it when his arms wrap around you roughly into a bear hug, crushing you despite both your big coats and scarfs, but it makes your heart feel bigger ; full of something you haven't felt in a very long time. It doesn’t come close to a hug a family member can give, and your friends sadly rarely hugs you this intensely either. That’s the kind of warmth and love that only comes from a lover. The embrace stretched as people kept on watching as they passed by, wondering as much as you do when he's gonna let go.
"A little more ?" he begged in your ear, his face hidden in your scarf, when you tried to push him away gently. "I still have a hard time believing it."
How can you say no to that ? When his voice is so soft and almost trembling. So you waited a little more, letting his warm embrace cut the cold wind going through your hair as your hands moved from gripping the front of his jacket to his back, holding him gently, your heart beating along with his.
When he finally pulls away, his cheeks are warmer and red, and there’s a content smile on his lips when you match him – giggling at him. He doesn’t have time to ask you why that your hand brushes through his hair, pushing away the snow from it. That's the moment he realized he did well, because your smile never seemed so calm and you’re already so soft with him, he knows that by next week, he won’t be able to live without you.
“Yes, you can come tonight,” he finally answers your question, tugging your arm with his. “Woonhak really wants to meet you, in fact.”
“Did he ever come with you ?” you asked, curious now.
“Oh god, no, he would’ve made a scene if he saw you and I would’ve made a fool of myself,” he chuckles, but his smile never left his lips since you said you liked him back.
You laughed at him, bumping his shoulder, “I think I would’ve found it cute. But now, I just can’t wait for you to sing.”
It feels easier to have you around now, of course it does, but it still strikes something, a comfort he didn’t think he’ll feel immediately. Yet it’s natural to have you by his arm, like you’ve always been there, and maybe he thought about it enough through the last few years that yes, it kinda was.
“You’re gonna hate it, I know it,” he adds, ignoring the beating of his heart and focusing on you and the overwhelming comfort you bring him.
“I wait to see it first,” you shrug now, then asking him to lead you to the meeting point with his friends.
Jaehyun doesn’t even think about his friend’s reaction anymore, he did good at believing in himself – or at least forcing himself to do it. But there’s still a small part of him that’s dying to see Dongmin’s reaction when he’ll walk into the restaurant.
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