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countries will be like “nooooo our birth rate is falling exponentially and it’s effecting our economy” and immigrants will be like “hey can you let us in so we can boost your economy and fill your empty jobs and raise our children here” and inevitably the country is like “the only thing worse than a large scale collapse of our population is letting foreigners live here”
This is a series that I asked about in a poll a while back, and I'm finally getting around to starting it! Like my other series, Can't Stay Away from You, I can't guarantee regular on time updates for this series, at least at the start, but I hope it will be enjoyed regardless! <3
Summary: When Ateez starts a search for a new member, y/n applies, not thinking she'd even get shortlisted. It was just a shot in the dark, but somehow the group was interested enough to want her to audition in person. Will her life change, or would she just go back to living a normal life, having failed to get a place as the ninth member of Ateez.
Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!reader
Genre: Fluff and angst
warnings: Stated in each chapter
au: a/b/o, 9th!member
Taglist: Open!
Chapters
one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten
For years the pitch around AI companions was about appearance. Make her look how you want, and that was the headline. Talk to anyone serious about it now, though, and the conversation has shifted toward something less obvious: who she actually is. On sweetdream.ai that shift is built into the workflow, where personality and a detailed life story sit right alongside the visual design.
The reason becomes clear in use. A backstory gives an AI girlfriend something to react from. Give her a stubborn streak or an old ambition she never finished, and SweetDream's chat, which is unusually natural and keeps track of what you have told it, will let those traits surface across days of conversation. She remembers, she circles back, she has opinions that fit the person you designed.
The polish extends outward too. The generated photos and videos look like they belong to one consistent character, and the voice messages and live phone calls carry a tone that matches her written personality. It is a quietly coherent system, and it stays discreet, which is part of why it reads as the standout choice.
Hi, guys! If you are hyunchan girl just as I am, prepare your hearts cause this is going to be an emotional rollercoaster. That being said, tysm for your request @stephanieeeyang I'm really sorry it took so long, hope you like it 🫶🏻 click here for context
Word count: 8.1k
Warnings: smut, we have sub!hyunjin and soft dom!chan (separately), and also some angst
Alexa, play Moonstruck by Enhypen
No one really remembered who had suggested the trip, it just sort of happened. One moment, finals were ending, and the next, your group chat was overflowing with hotel links and tourism guides, everyone craving to escape campus for a few days before reality came crashing in.
It was the last summer before graduation. The last time you’d all be students before jobs, interviews, moving away, and trying to pretend you knew what you were doing with your life. Your group from the major— people you’d studied and cried with, ended up merging plans with Hyunjin’s soccer team.
At first, the crossover made no sense, a clumsy mix of different energies, but somehow it clicked. Loud, chaotic, unpredictable. Just perfect.
You didn’t know all of Hyunjin’s friends, but you did know Chan— captain of the soccer team. Known for his talent, discipline, and for always being way too kind for someone so intimidatingly attractive. You’d seen him around before. In the cafeteria, in the library, once leaning against a wall outside the gym with his shirt damp from practice and a water bottle pressed to his lips. And you’d been captivated ever since.
He’d looked at you before. And smiled— that dimpled smile that made your brain short circuit everytime. It didn’t happen too often, but enough. Enough to leave your heart racing and your brain spinning, replaying the soft curve of his smile like you’d do with your new favorite music.
Still, you’d never talked. No even once.
Maybe this trip was the perfect opportunity for it.
•°. *࿐
You were in a group of ten, all staying at a shared Airbnb by the sea in Malibu, and you were rooming with a girl from your class.
The second your suitcase hit the floor, Hyunjin stormed in like he lived there, “You’re gonna miss me when we’re not in the same classes anymore”, he said, throwing himself face down on your bed and stealing your bottle of water.
“You act like I don’t already miss you when class ends”.
He rolled over to face you, eyes glinting, “Awww. You love me”.
You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him, “Shut up”.
This was normal. You and Hyunjin had grown close through group projects, shared classes, and a mutual love of coffee and complaining about teachers. He was your best friend in the way only someone who saw you at your worst could be.
But lately... something was different. There were pauses between your jokes. Lingering looks that didn’t quite laugh off like they used to.
Still, you chose to not question it.
•°. *࿐
At night the group hit downtown, chattering and weaving down sidewalks. The ten of you, walked like one loud, lost parade, arguing over directions and restaurant choices.
Hyunjin was beside you again, nudging your shoulder playfully as you talked about Changbin’s terrible choice of outfit— a mesh tank top and leopard print pants. A little ahead, Chan was deep in a conversation with two of the other players, Felix and Han. His hoodie sleeves were rolled up, the curve of his neck visible under the streetlights.
You tried not to look. Of course, you failed. He was beautiful— plain and simple. Showing his confidence and effortless charisma, the kind of person who seemed grounded no matter the noise around him. He laughed at something one of the others said, and the sound floated back to you like a warm breeze.
You even almost stumbled over a crack in the pavement, “You’re being so obvious”, Hyunjin said, his voice low with amusement.
You looked at him, startled, “What?!”
“That thing where you look at someone and forget how walking works”
“I don’t… I wasn’t…!”.
Hyunjin grinned, “Relax. Chan’s cute. I get it”.
You elbowed him, flustered, “Shut up”.
At the next corner, while the others debated directions, Hyunjin tugged on your sleeve and tilted his head toward a hotel entrance.
“Shortcut”, he said, “Trust me”.
You followed without thinking.
Inside, the air was cool and quiet and the floors polished. The two of you moved through the lobby like shadows, the laughter from outside fading behind you. Passing the glass doors that separated the lobby from the parking garage, you could almost hear the faint hum of the underground garage. Then, out of nowhere, a hotel staff car shot out from the lot, reversing at full speed, too fast and too close.
“Shit!”, Hyunjin yanked you back by the waist, the motion throwing your body against his chest.
You stumbled, heart caught into your throat, as the car’s headlights cut across your feet and then vanished around a corner.
His arm was still around you, chest pressed to yours, his hand splayed just above the small of your back. You were close, too close, clinging to his jacket, the adrenaline fading into something… different.
You looked up. He was already staring at you. Eyes wide, lips parted slightly.
“We were this close to getting hit by that guy”, you said, half laughing, half shaking.
“We could've died”, he said dramatically.
You laughed again, and it was like something snapped into place. The kind of moment you’d seen in movies but never lived. The kind where the laughter fades, the distance vanishes, and the air shifts into something electric.
His gaze shifted to your lips and yours did the same.
“Wait…”, you whispered, panic breaking the spell. “Hyunjin… aren’t you with… What’s her name again?”.
He scoffed, “Yeji?! Ew! No, she's like a sister to me!”.
Your stomach flipped. You wanted to say, ‘but what about Chan?’. But Hyunjin was still looking at you like you were the only thing keeping him anchored to the planet.
And his lips? God, his lips. They looked so… inviting.
Then, you leaned in. So did he.
The kiss was gentle. Careful at first, as if testing if it was real. Then it became deeper. His mouth was incredibly soft, lips moving with a lazy kind of rhythm that made you dizzy. He kissed you like he was learning you, like he was trying to memorize the way you simply breathed.
For a second, it felt like nothing outside of that kiss existed. Just the cool lobby, the hum of the elevator in the background and his hand curled around your waist.
When reality came crashing in again, urgent. You pulled back, breathless, “We can’t get caught. I don’t want our friends to see”.
He looked at you, confused, but he nodded. An unreadable smile curled in his lips as he stepped back.
You both said nothing as you exited the hotel, slipping back into the night just in time for the rest of the group to reappear down the block. They hadn’t even noticed your absence.
You stepped behind them like nothing happened. Like your heart wasn’t racing, like you weren’t still thinking, ‘What if Chan finds out? What if I just ruined everything?’
•°. *࿐
You excused yourself to the bathroom as soon as you reached the restaurant. With your head still spinning, you splashed cool water on your face, reapplied your lip balm, stared at your reflection and tried to act like everything was under control, when really, it wasn’t.
You told yourself, ‘Get it together. Nobody knows. Just sit somewhere neutral and act normal’.
When you walked back out, your group was sitting on a big round table tucked in the back. You paused in the doorway.
You looked at Hyunjin, an empty seat beside him. Chan also had an empty seat near him.
Your throat tightened, and you forced yourself to swallow the panic.
Too close to Hyunjin and it would be suspicious. Too far, and he might notice. Too close to Chan and…
A soft, warm voice broke your thoughts, “Hey”. Chan turned in his seat slightly and smiled up at you, “There’s an empty sit in here”.
He gestured to the seat beside him. His hand rested casually on the back of the chair, his smile the same gentle one you’d memorized in those rare moments across campus.
You hesitated before looking at the seat beside Hyunjin. He was leaning back on his chair, scrolling through his phone, the corner of his mouth twitching when he noticed you watching. He raised an eyebrow like he was daring you to sit beside him, like he expected you to.
You looked back at Chan.
He shifted slightly, reaching for his glass of water, biceps flexing under the sleeves of his shirt. His eyes found yours again and softened even more, “Only if you want to”, he added.
You nodded, quietly before sliding into the seat beside him. “Hi”, you said,almost like a whisper.
He turned his full attention to you then, his expression lighting up like he’d been waiting for this all night.
“I was hoping we’d get to talk,” he said easily, resting his chin in his hand. “You’re Hyunjin’s best friend, right? Same major?”
You blinked. “You… know that?”
He grinned. “Of course I do. You always pass by our field with your headphones on. I’ve seen you sprint across campus when it rains too. You don’t think anyone notices, but…” He tilted his head, “I do.”
You froze, “Oh god”
“No, it’s cute!”, he laughed, “Like, one of those things you remember because it makes you smile. You’re kind of famous among the guys. We have a whole theory you secretly teleport between buildings”
You hid your face in your hands, groaning, “Please stop”
He laughed again, “I’m just messing with you. But seriously, I’ve always wanted to say hi. You seem really cool”
You peeked out from behind your hands, “I’m not”
“You’re adorable”, he said before leaning a little closer, voice lowering, “But I get it. You’re nervous”
Your eyes widened.
“I mean, around me”, he smiled, “Which is also cute. But don’t worry, I’m not as cool as you think. I just work out a lot and talk too much”
You laughed, finally relaxing a little.
“I’m really glad we’re doing this trip”, he said, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, “Maybe we could do something tomorrow? Just us. I saw this boardwalk place with games and food trucks. Sounds fun”
You looked at him, eyes wide again,“You’re serious?”
“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t”
He smiled, and your heart pounded against your ribs like that feeling of falling in love— helpless, a little terrifying— hit you all at once.
You nodded, smiling too. “Okay”, you said, “Let’s do it”
Across the table, Hyunjin hadn’t taken his eyes off you once. He didn’t even notice his food getting cold. Or the way his friends talked around him. All he could see was you. Laughing.
With Chan.
Laughing the way you used to with him. The way you’d lean into his side during class, roll your eyes dramatically, rest your head on his shoulder while whispering gossip or half asleep complaints about morning lectures.
He knew you had a crush on Chan. You’d confessed it once after a few too many soju shots, blushing, giggling, hiding your face while Hyunjin made fun of you and promised not to tell.
It never bothered him. Not until now.
Now, watching you sit beside Chan, knees brushing, faces too close, whispering shared secrets like you were confidants, it made something twist in his chest.
He didn’t recognize the feeling at first. It felt like anger but not quite. Like heartbreak, maybe.
But damn, why now? Why him? Why seeing Chan make you smile in ways Hyunjin thought were just for him, hurt so much?
He dropped his silverware with a loud clatter and left the table, jealousy boiling in his blood.
•°. *࿐
The group split after dinner, some to the karaoke, others back to the Airbnb.
You stayed, waiting for your Uber, when Hyunjin caught up with you.
“Hey”, he said, voice low.
You turned, surprised, “Oh, hi… are you okay?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he took one step closer. Then another. Until your back met the cool wall beside the vending machine. He was close, way too close, crowding your space like he belonged there.
You blinked up at him, “Hyun…”
“What was so funny?”, he asked, quiet, trying to stay calm, “You were laughing all dinner. Like he was the most hilarious guy on earth”
You stared at him, “Wait. Are you…?”
His jaw clenched, “I’m just asking”
You tilted your head, “It was just jokes. We were talking about classes, how Felix snores, nothing important”
Hyunjin scoffed, “Right”
“And anyway”, you said, stepping to the side, brushing past him, “I’m going somewhere with him tomorrow. So I should sleep early. Night, Jinnie”
He didn’t stop you, didn’t follow. But as you walked away, you felt his gaze burning into your back, like somehow trying to pull you back to him.
You lay in bed later that night, the room dark except for the blinking glow of your charging phone. Chan had sent a sweet goodnight text, something about looking forward to tomorrow. Your heart fluttered when you read it.
But your mind? It was still back at the vending machine. Back in the weight of Hyunjin’s stare. The heat of his body close to yours. The way his voice deepened when he said your name.
Why did he care so much about you and Chan? Why did you care that he cared?
And why did the only kiss you wanted to replay again and again tasted like Hyunjin?
•°. *࿐
The sun was high, and the ocean breeze tangled through your hair as you and Chan wandered along the boardwalk. Everything smelled like corn dogs, popcorn, and sunscreen. He was wearing a black baggy tank top and sunglasses, and his hand brushed yours a few times as you walked. It was casual, like he didn’t even notice but your heart did.
He was easy to be around. Funny, silly but thoughtful. He made you feel like he really saw you.
“You’re really bad at this”, he said with a wide grin, watching your dart bounce off the target and land pathetically on the ground.
“Okay, in my defense, the wind is definitely against me”
“There’s no wind!”, he said, laughing.
“Exactly. So suspicious”
“Come here”, he stepped behind you, close enough that you felt the warmth of him through your clothes, “Let me help”.
You paralysed.
His big, warm hands reached for yours and guided your fingers around the dart properly. “You’re holding it too loose”, he murmured, leaning down so his chest brushed your back, his breath brushing the shell of your ear, “You’ve gotta keep your elbow up, like this”
You tried to focus, but your brain was already fried.
His voice was deep and low and it made every part of you extra aware of how close he was. His clean, woody scent filled your lungs, and when he lightly adjusted your wrist with one strong hand, you shivered.
Chan paused.
“You okay?”, he asked softly, his breath ghosting against your cheek.
“Yeah”, you said, but your voice cracked.
He laughed under his breath, amused, “You’re cute when you’re nervous”
You rolled your eyes, but you didn’t pull away, “Am I ever not nervous around you?”
“Not yet” he said, “But I’m hoping you’ll get there soon”
The day passed in a blur. You tried mini golf, he won a plushie in a claw machine and you spilled ice cream on your shirt but Chan helped clean it with a tissue.
By the time you were walking back toward the house, the sky had faded into the soft purples and oranges of sunset. Chan reached out and touched your wrist lightly.
“Hey”, he said, “I had a really really good time with you today”
You looked up at him, heart thumping, “Me too”
He hesitated, then leaned in, not all the way. Just enough to tilt your chin gently with his index finger and press a kiss to the corner of your lips.
It was soft, careful, but still made you melt completely.
“I wanted to”, he said quietly, “But I didn’t want to rush it”
Your breath turned shallow.
“See you tomorrow, okay?”, he added, backing away slowly, still smiling at you like you were the only person in the whole world, “Sleep well tonight”
You nodded, “You too”
And when he turned to head to his room, you watched him go with a fluttering heart and a warmth that spread through your whole chest.
•°. *࿐
But when bedtime came, you couldn’t sleep. There were too many thoughts in your head, too many butterflies in your stomach. Fifty percent because of Chan, and the other half— because of Hyunjin. So after rolling in bed for an hour, you walked down the hallway and knocked on Hyunjin’s room.
It was Han who opened it with a controller still in hand, “Oh hey!”
"Hi, Han”
“Are you looking for Jinnie?”.
You nodded, “Is he in?”.
Han narrowed his eyes, then glanced back at Changbin whose eyes were glued to the screen, “Nah, he went out like twenty minutes ago. Said he was meeting up with someone. Don’t think he mentioned who, though”.
Your stomach twisted a little.
“Oh”, you said, “Okay. Thanks”
“Wanna stay for FIFA?”, Changbin asked, not even looking at you.
You shook your head and backed away, “No, I’m… I’m good. Just wanted to talk to him”.
After saying goodbye, you turned around and walked slowly back to your room. But all the magic from earlier was replaced by something heavier, something tight and sour and frustrating. You didn’t even like Hyunjin that way.
Right?
You weren’t supposed to feel this. You went out with Chan. You laughed until your belly ached and felt fireworks when he kissed the corner of your lips. You were supposed to be floating. So why did the idea of Hyunjin being with someone else make you feel like you couldn’t breathe?
You closed the door behind you and sat on your bed, hugging the plushie Chan had won for you. It didn’t help. Your thoughts were already tangled in Hyunjin’s laugh, his touch, the heat of his breath on someone else’s skin… And, damn, you could feel your head spinning.
It felt almost like… you were jealous.
•°. *࿐
The day after:
It was early and the kitchen was quiet. You sat alone, slowly peeling your orange and sipping at a, now, cold cup of tea, lost in your thoughts. Lost in them— the boys stuck in your mind like thread you couldn't separate.
Your lip still tingled from Chan’s almost kiss the day before, and yet, Hyunjin was the one who wouldn’t leave your head.
Where had he gone? Who had he gone with?
You didn’t like the jealousy in your chest, but it lingered, bitter as the black tea in your mouth. And then, as the Universe was enjoying your misery, the door gently swung open.
You didn’t have to look up, you felt it in the air first. The warmth of him, the scent of morning sweat and sunscreen. His breath was still heavy from the run. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead, and his shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat.
“Morning”, Hyunjin said casually, walking over like he hadn’t cracked your brain open last night just by not being there, “You’re up early”
“Couldn’t sleep”, you muttered, stabbing your orange segment with a fork.
He leaned down, pressed a lazy kiss to your cheek, then stole the toast from your plate and took a bite like it wasn’t yours. “Hum. I always love your burnt toasts”.
You blinked at him, lips tightening.
He grinned, still chewing, “What?”
“I see you’re in a good mood”, you said, “Guess she was that great, huh?”.
He paused mid bite, eyes narrowing in confusion, “She…?”.
You didn’t meet his gaze, still you did, "Whoever you went out with last night”.
He kept silent for a few seconds, trying to process whatever was happening, “You think I was on a date?!”.
You shrugged, “Why not? It’d explain why you were in a mood and suddenly came back all sunshine and sweet”
Hyunjin scoffed, stepping closer, “I wasn’t on a date, I went out with Felix!”.
You blinked, “Felix?!”
“Yeah”, he said, voice louder now, “He found this pottery workshop near the beach, and I’ve been meaning to try it. Figured it’d help clear my head”.
You paused.
Then finally, you looked up at him, “Do you really think I’m going to bite that?”.
His jaw clenched, “Oh, okay. So you can sneak off with Chan all day, come back glowing and even kiss him… ”.
He glanced at your mouth then looked away, nostrils flaring with anger, “And I’m the one who has to answer for shit I didn’t even do?!”
“How do you…”
“I saw you guys from the balcony”. He admitted, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly stressed.
“Well, that’s different”
“How?!”, he demanded, “Why are you allowed to be jealous and I’m not, huh?”.
You stood up from your chair so fast it scraped against the floor.
“I’m not jealous!”, you lied
“You’re acting like it!”
“So are you!”
He stepped forward, closer
“Maybe I am!”, he growled, “Maybe I didn’t like watching him make you laugh like I used to. Or seeing you look at him like he’s the only one who exists. Like you forgot about me”.
His eyes flicked between yours, lips parted, chest still rising and falling fast from the run or… from your heat.
“Hyunjin…”.
But that’s all you got to say before he kissed you. It was messy. Desperate. Your back hit the wall next to the fridge with a soft thud, and his hands were already under the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing hot against your skin.
You gasped, and he took that sound like an invitation, slipping his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your breath.
You clutched at his shoulders, pulled him closer, groaned when his hips aligned with yours. Your shirt was halfway up your torso, and his lips already wandered down your neck, teeth grazing over your pulse, when…
“YOOO! BREAKFAST SQUADDDD!!”, someone yelled from the stairs. It was Han’s voice and Felix’s laugh trailing behind it. You both froze. They were seconds from walking in.
Hyunjin pulled back with a frustrated growl and pressed his forehead against yours. “I hate them”, he whispered.
You let out a breathless laugh, but your heart was still racing. “You should go. You’re still all sweaty”
“Not the only one who’s hot and wet, though”,he muttered, smirking even as he fixed your shirt and stepped back.
Then he leaned in one last time and whispered, “We’re not done”, before disappearing down the hall toward the staircase.
You collapsed back in your chair, hair messy, lips swollen, heart practically in your throat.
Seconds later, Chan walked in along with Han and Felix. He spotted you, and smiled, “Hey, there you are! I tried to call you but you didn’t pick up”.
You offered a small smile, “I don’t have my phone cause I came down early. Couldn’t sleep”.
He grabbed a plate, sitting next to you, concerned printed on his face, “You okay?”.
You nodded too quickly, “Yeah. Just… thinking”
“Want some distraction?”.
You glanced at his warm smiles, dimples showing up in each one of his cheeks, the kindness in his voice that somehow didn’t feel like enough this morning.
"Actually”, you said, standing , “I think I need to clear my mind”.
And before he could say more, you slipped out with your heart heavy, Hyunjin's kiss haunting your lips, and thoughts raging like the sea after a storm
•°. *࿐
You paced the hallway like a ghost with nowhere to haunt. Every step echoed louder in your chest than it did on the wooden floor. Your mind was a carousel of thoughts that couldn’t stop spinning around Hyunjin.
You needed clarity. Or maybe you just needed him. Before you could second guess it, you walked to his door, and knocked twice. A moment passed, then it swung open.
Hyunjin stood there, hair dripping in soft wet strands, a white towel wrapped low around his hips. His chest still glistened from the steam of the shower, water dripping over his defined collarbone, trailing down to the lines of his abs. His skin looked flushed and clean, the scent of soap immediately flooding your senses.
You blinked, swallowing thickly, “I’ll come back later”.
“No, you won’t”, he said, stepping into the doorframe like he could stop time. “We need to talk”
“Not while you’re wet and naked, Hyunjin”, you muttered, attempting to turn.
“Why not? It’s more fun like this”, he smirked.
That stupid, teasing smirk. You hated how much you loved it.
With a sharp inhale, you shoved him back inside the room and kicked the door shut behind you. His towel loosened slightly with the force, and the shock in his eyes barely had time to register before your hands were tangled in his damp hair and your mouth was on his.
You kissed him like he was oxygen and you’d been drowning. Hyunjin groaned into your mouth, his hands fumbling at your waist, but you were already guiding him backward, until his back hit the wall.
“I can’t take your games anymore”, you whispered into his mouth
“Then don’t stop”, he panted, “Please, don’t”.
You tore the towel from his hips, letting it drop without a second thought. His cock was already aching for you. Hyunjin’s whole body flinched when you dragged your palms over his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen, then lower, teasing his sensitive, flushed skin just above his throbbing length.
You shoved him back onto the bed without ceremony. His body dropped against the mattress, a deep grunt slipping from his lips. You climbed over him, straddling his hips, grinding down against his hot hard length. He groaned, broken, as his hands gripped down on your thighs, too tight, too desperate.
“Wait…", he gasped
“No fucking waiting, Hyunjin", you hissed back, grabbing his cock in your fist and lining him up at your entrance.
You sank down onto him in one slow, brutal motion, and Hyunjin almost sobbed.
His hips jerked upward instinctively, thrusting deeper, chasing your heat with a feral hunger. You rode him, grinding down, dragging every inch of him inside you until you were both shaking.
He was loud beneath you, panting, moaning, begging in choked, shattered words. His nails dug into your skin hard enough to leave crescent moon shaped marks.
Hyunjin touched you helplessly, hands flying up to grab your ass, your waist, pulling you down harder onto him, making you feel how much he needed you.
“I don’t know how or when….shit…”, he gritted out between thrusts, “But I can't stop thinking about you… I fucking can't…."
You kissed him like you were trying to devour him— biting at his lips, dragging moans from his throat, swallowing every desperate sound he made. Your bodies moved together rough and fast, making the bedframe bang against the wall. The obscene sounds of you fucking him, echoed through the room. The scent of sweat and sex and need clinged to your skin, driving you both completely mad.
Hyunjin lost it first— with a hoarse, broken cry, he came deep inside you, hips jerking wildly as he filled you until you were dripping him. Even though he didn’t stop, he kept moving, thrusting faintly into you, still trembling, still chasing something unattainable. You came moments after, clenching hard around him, pulling a raw groan from deep in his chest.
When you finally collapsed on top of him, breathless and shaking, he didn’t let you go. He wrapped his arms around you like he was afraid you might disappear if he loosened his grip even for a second. His forehead pressed to your shoulder, his breath hitching— choked, wet.
“Don’t pick him, Yn”, he whispered, voice cracked, "Pick me"
You could feel his shaky breath, the hot tears sliding down your warm skin— he really meant everything he was saying. Every word, every trembling syllable. And for the first time, you realized just how much it would destroy him if you didn’t.
You remained still with your fingers curled around his neck, “Are you… crying?”, you asked quietly, already knowing the answer.
“No”, he said, too fast.
But the way his chest rose and fell unevenly with every sob said otherwise.
“I just…”, he sniffled, “I just don’t want to lose you”
“Hyun… I– I can’t,” finally he looked at you, eyes red and face soaked and sticky with tears.
“Why not?”, his expression held genuine confusion.
“What about Chan?”, your voice slowly faded.
He buried his face in your shoulder again, and let out a bitter laugh.
“You say that, but with all due respect…”, he brushed his lips softly against your skin,
“I’m the one who’s balls deep inside you”
The silence was almost suffocating but you didn’t answer.
You couldn’t. Your mind was a blur, your heart racing, and your throat too tight to speak.
So you stayed there, pressed against him in silence, as everything inside you fractured quietly.
•°. *࿐
Later that day, the sun had just started to dip behind the horizon. The beach was quieter, most of the group having returned to the shared house. Hyunjin sat alone in the sand, knees drawn up, arms resting over them, eyes lost on the ocean.
He didn’t move when he heard footsteps approaching, didn’t even turn when Chan sat down beside him, brushing sand from his hands.
“You okay, bro?”, Chan asked lightly, nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder, “You’re usually the one laughing too loud or making us chase a volleyball you threw into the ocean”
Hyunjin let out a dry huff, still not looking at him, “Yeah… I’ve just been…”, he paused, biting back the truth, “With my mind stuck”
Chan raised a brow, “Is it a girl?”
Hyunjin chuckled under his breath, soft but bitter, “Yes… in fact, it is”
Chan wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “Well, now we’re talking. What’s wrong?”
Hyunjin exhaled, fingers dragging in the sand, “We’ve been friends for a long time now. Me and her. And suddenly, out of nowhere, I started to… feel more”
“And her?”
Hyunjin gave a long pause before replying
"I think she likes someone else”, he looked at his best friend, "I know she likes someone else. But… I think she likes me too. It's like... it had always been here, this feeling, but I never noticed it until..."
He closed his eyes, remembering your kiss— your warm, soft lips against his. Your tongue dancing with his, wet, hot and sensual.
"Well… until I realized I might lose her to another guy"
Chan nodded, gaze turning toward the sea, “Just make sure to tell her how you feel before it’s too late”
Hyunjin tilted his head, eyes squinting as the breeze tousled his hair, “You think so?”
“Yeah. Your guy Chris knows a thing or two about girls”, Chan joked with a grin.
Hyunjin glanced at him, “What about you and Yn?”
Chan blinked, cheeks already blushing, “W-what?”
“You seem to get along well”
Chan scratched the back of his neck, suddenly shy, “Yeah, she’s… she’s captivating”
Hyunjin’s smile was faint, “I know”
“Do you?”, Chan asked quietly.
Hyunjin nodded, “Yeah. I’ve known her for a long time now but… every new day I find something else about her that makes me feel like I’m still getting to know her. She’s always surprising. She makes you want to know her a bit more”
Chan’s smile lingered, but there was something off in it now, something fading.
“You’re lucky, you know, Chan”, Hyunjin said, “I think she likes you”
“Really?” he looked at the younger, genuinely caught off guard.
“Yeah”
Hyunjin gave him a small smile. But the moment their eyes met, something in Chan changed. The pieces were clicking. The girl Hyunjin liked for a long time, who maybe liked another guy. The girl who Hyunjin thought liked him too, whose name he didn’t say, but didn’t need to.
Chan’s smile faltered but not enough for his friend to notice.
Hyunjin stood, brushing sand from his shorts, “I think I’m gonna go inside. Maybe read or something”
“Yeah”, Chan said, nodding, “Sure”
Hyunjin started walking back, leaving Chan behind. He stood there in the sand, a little too quiet putting pieces together he didn’t want to.
•°. *࿐
You hadn’t meant to end up alone with Chan. It just happened. The others were out for a late night beach walk— and you’d stayed behind to think. Just one glass of wine turned into two. Then Chan had found you there, sitting barefoot on the balcony of your room with your knees tucked to your chest.
“You okay?”, he asked gently.
You nodded, “Just thinking too much. Again”
“That’s a dangerous thing”, he teased, sitting down beside you, “Want to talk about it?”
“I don’t even know how” you admitted, “I feel… stupid. I feel like I messed everything up”
Chan turned to you, his eyes were warm and kind as always, “You didn’t mess anything up. You’re allowed to be confused. Especially if you’ve a lot on your heart”
You swallowed. His voice was comforting, and when he spoke like that, it felt like the world got easier.
“I…”, you hesitated, “I don’t want to hurt anyone”
“You won’t”, he said, brushing his knees with yours, “You’ve got people around you who care. Me included. You can always lean on me, okay?”
You looked up at him, “I know. That’s part of the problem”
He smiled, and raised his glass at the same time as your hand flinched and knocked into him, spilling wine down the front of his shirt.
“Shit! Oh my god, Chan! I’m so so sorry!”
But Chan just laughed, “It’s okay. Just give me a second to get rid of this thing”. He looked right at you when he said it, as his fingers found the first button.
You didn’t mean to stare.
You really didn’t.
But his skin was flushed with warmth, the curve of his collarbone, the defined contour of his exposed torso illuminated by moonlight. He wasn’t doing it just for comfort. He was doing it for you. Letting you see him. Letting you decide.
“Still thinking too much?”, he asked, voice lower now.
You blinked at him. Then pulled him for a kiss.
It started cautiously. Like maybe if you hesitated long enough, the ache in your chest would disappear. But Chan’s hands held your jaw with such care— his thumbs pressed softly into your cheeks, his mouth parted against yours like he’d been waiting years for this moment, and it melted into something undeniable.
He pressed you against the edge of the bed, leaning his body into yours. You didn’t want to do that. But you wanted it more than anything at the same time.
The fire spread quickly, hot and intense. Your hands tangled in Chan’s curls, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and he groaned low in his throat. His hands gripped your waist firmly and when he kissed you again, it wasn’t gentle anymore. It was starved, tasting you like he needed it to live.
Soon, your shirt yanked over your head, his belt loosened with a shaky tug, jeans and underwear sliding down his legs effortlessly.
Chan’s hands roamed everywhere and when he finally touched between your legs, you shuddered. His fingers slipped through your folds, finding you already slick, and he groaned like he was in pain.
“You’re so wet”, he whispered, circling your clit with torturous pressure.
You whimpered, hips bucking into his touch, shamelessly and desperate. His lips locked around your nipple, sucking hard enough to leave you dizzy, while his fingers slipped lower, teasing your entrance but not pushing in yet. Making your body beg without words.
When he finally pushed two fingers inside you, you cried out, nails digging deep into his shoulders. He fucked you good with them, curling just right, thumb still rubbing circles on your clit until your thighs started to tremble.
“Please…”, you gasped, voice dying mid sentence.
He didn’t make you say it twice.
Chan lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bed, laying you down on the mattress. He knelt between your thighs, stroking his cock slowly, eyes dark with lust.
“Look at you all desperate”, he rasped, “All for me”
He dragged the flushed head of his cock through your folds, teasing you both before finally— agonizingly slow— he pressed in, splitting you open with a delicious stretch.
Chan’s breath came ragged against your skin as he bottomed out, pushed into the very end.
“You’re tight, babygirl”, he panted, hips trembling with restraint, “So deliciously tight”.
Finally, he started to move. His thrusts were long and deep, dragging almost all the way out before pushing back in with calculated force. The sound of your bodies colliding, wet and messy, filled the room, along with your whimpers and his broken moans.
Chan’s fingers laced together with yours— reminding you he was there. His other hand slid under your thigh, wrapping your leg higher around his waist, letting him thrust even deeper, angling precisely right to grind against your clit with every roll of his hips.
Your stomach tightened with every thrust.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”, he murmured hoarsely, lips brushing your ear.
You nodded frantically, choking on sobs of pleasure, body trembling under his pace.
But then, without thinking, without meaning to, the name slipped from your lips in a wrecked gasp
“Hyunjin…”
Chan’s body stopped immediately. Still buried inside you with his breath caught painfully in his chest — he didn’t move.
The silence was louder than any moan or gasp from before.
You could feel the way his heart dropped, the way his whole body emotionally collapsed like the world had just ended inside him.
Slowly, he pulled out and you gasped again, this time from the emptiness.
He sat at the edge of the bed, head bowed, back tense, jaw clenched
“Was it always him?”, he whispered, so soft you barely heard it
Your mouth opened to deny it, to explain, but nothing came out— you couldn’t fix this, you couldn’t take it back.
Tears burned your eyes.You reached for him, a trembling hand brushing his shoulder.
But he flinched.
You swallowed a sob and pulled the blanket around yourself, trying to cover the shame. You didn’t blame him at all.
“I’m sorry, Chan”, you whispered, voice breaking apart.
Chan just nodded, “I know”
He stood after a long moment, grabbing his jeans from the floor and pulling them on without a word.
You watched him walk away— shirtless and heartbroken.
•°. *࿐
The next morning was quiet. No footsteps from the hallway, just you tugged in the living room, hair messy and heart even messier.
Chan slid the door open quietly. No words at first, he just sat beside you.
You spoke first, “Last night… I shouldn’t have let that happen”
His voice was calm, “You weren’t alone in it”
“I still feel like I used you”
Chan looked at you, and for a moment, you hated that he was still so kind. His smile was faint but real, “I knew you weren’t mine. I just thought maybe… I could be someone you leaned on. Even just for a while”
You bit your lip, guilt consuming you whole, “I’m sorry. I really am”
“I know”, he said, again, just like the night before.
Then, almost in a whisper, you let it slip, “I love him”
Chan blinked, looking at you carefully
“I don’t know when it started”, you said, voice trembling now, “I didn’t even want to feel it. And I tried to push it down. But he’s just... in me. All the time. And I don’t know how to live with it anymore”
Chan stayed quiet, letting you speak.
“I keep replaying every second I had with him. Every stupid little moment. I remember how he always saved me a seat in lectures. How he passed me stupid doodles in the middle of class. How he waited for me after every class, even when he pretended it was just a coincidence”
You wiped your eyes with your sleeve
“And then the other day, when I kissed him… I thought it was just tension, just the heat of the argument. I thought I could blame the stupid jealousy. But it wasn’t, I wanted him. Not just like that, you know? I wanted all of him. And I know he wanted me too because of the way he touched me…. the way he said, ‘Don’t pick him. Pick me’ ”
Chan looked down at his feet, nodding slowly.
“I’m so scared”, you whispered, “What if I ruined everything? What if I hurt him worse than I already have?”
“Then fight to make it right”, Chan said gently, “If you love him, you don’t run. You walk right into the mess and fix it”
You turned to him, eyes watery and swollen, “You’re not angry?”
His smile was small and sad. “Of course I’m hurting. But Hyunjin’s my brother. And you… you’re someone I really care about. I want you both to be happy. Even if it’s not with me”
You leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I hurt you”
“I’m just glad I got to be close to you”, he murmured, “Even for a moment. That’s enough”
The waves kept rolling in. Somewhere inside the hotel, Hyunjin hadn’t slept. Somewhere inside you, something shifted — because now you knew.
Now you had to go to him.
•°. *࿐
The following days you and Hyunjin barely crossed paths. When you did, it was all awkward glances and deafening silences. He'd retreat to the back of the group, laughing with the others, never quite meeting your gaze. And you engaged in small talk with your friends, stealing glances when you thought no one noticed. But they did.
Everyone noticed.
It was Felix who leaned into Chan first, during a group game, whispering something with a mischievous grin on his face. Chan looked between you and Hyunjin across the coffee table, Felix was right— that cold war had to end. Just like that, a plan started to form led by the captain himself.
That afternoon, under the excuse of exploring an old abandoned boathouse, the group headed there, leaving only you and Hyunjin behind.
Both of you hesitated to join your friends, but the way Chan looked at you, with affection even after everything that had happened, made you give in immediately.
“Alright, we’ll see you there then”, Chan had said with a wink.
Silence lingered throughout the way there. But when you arrived, the group had already left.
And then the door clicked shut behind you.
You blinked. “What the…?”
No one. Just you, Hyunjin, dust and silence.
You spun around to open the door but it was locked from the outside.
“They didn’t”, you murmured.
Hyunjin sighed, “They so did”
You looked at him, arms crossed, “Did you know about that?”
“No. But I’m not surprised”
You didn’t know what to do with your hands. Or your eyes. Or everything.
“We should try the back exit”
“Already tried. Locked”, he said, too calm
“Perfect”
You paced once, twice, then stopped, “Why are you avoiding me?”
Hyunjin’s jaw clenched. He leaned back against the wall, eyes to the floor, "Why are you avoiding me?”
“I asked you first”
“I figured you’d rather I stay away. Give you space to… you know. Figure things out with Chan”
You blinked, completely annoyed, “Seriously?”
He scoffed, finally looking at you, “What, do you want me to fight him over you? Is that what you want?! For us to rip each other apart while you pretend like it didn’t mean anything?”
His words hit you like a knife, “Don’t talk like that”
“Then what do you want me to do?”, he snapped, stepping closer, “You kissed me like it meant something. You touched me like you felt something. And then, you said I wasn’t the one, that someone else had your heart! My best friend!”
You felt heat rise in your chest, “You think this is easy for me?”
“Isn’t it?”
“No!”, you snapped back,“Because I’ve been in love with my best friend for longer than I want to admit, and suddenly you were in my hands, in my mouth, in my head and I didn’t know what to do about it!”
Hyunjin stared at you like you’d cracked him open.
You kept going, voice trembling, “I like Chan. I thought I liked Chan. He’s kind, and warm, and he always made things easy. But you? You look at me and my whole world cracks. You touch me and I forget how to breathe. You say my name and I can't stop thinking about it for the rest of the day”
He exhaled shakily, “So why aren't you with him right now, huh?!”
Your eyes dropped to the floor, “Because I slept with him”
Hyunjin’s jaw clenched instantly
“I thought it would help me to forget you! Maybe make me realize that the person I really loved was him and not you”, you confessed, “But all it did was break me a little more. Because mid act…” you swallowed hard, “I said your name”
He held his breath.
You looked up, cheeks flushed, “I moaned your name while fucking him, Hyunjin. Happy now?”
His eyes burned, a mixture of emotions overflowed from them, “You said my name?”
“I couldn’t stop it. I was trying so hard to… want him. But you were the one in my head. Not Chan”.
"For a second, neither of you moved. The tension was too thick, not even all the oxygen in the world could relieve the sensation of suffocation between the two of you.
Then he stepped forward, cautiously.
Like he was afraid one wrong step would make everything come crashing down.
“You slept with him”, he murmured.
Your voice was a whisper, “Hyunjin…”
“And you said my freaking name”
But before you could answer, he kissed you like he’d been waiting for a lifetime. No hesitance, no confusion. Gentle, then desperate.
When the door finally opened and the others peeked inside, Chan was the one who walked in first.
You broke the kiss, flushed and breathing hard. Hyunjin looked at him.
Chan’s eyes flicked between the two of you— swollen lips, flushed cheeks, the soft way Hyunjin still held your waist, your fingers still wrapped around his wrist.
And then Chan smiled. It wasn't the widest smile. But it was real.
“Took you long enough”
Hyunjin stepped forward, Chan, I…”
He raised a hand, “Don’t. Just… be good to each other, okay?”
Hyunjin nodded.
Chan smiled again, a bit more sad, “You’re my brother, Jinnie. I’d rather give her away than watch you fall apart”
And from the doorway, the group burst into cheers and laughter, finally letting the tension break.
That night, when the stars hung low over the beach and everyone danced barefoot in the sand, Hyunjin found Chan sitting alone.
The youngest sat down beside him, not saying anything at first. He just sighed, stretching his legs out long.
"You always this dramatic when you're in love?" Chan finally asked, grinning at the sky.
Hyunjin gave a small breath of a laugh, “Only when it feels like the most important thing I’ve ever done”
Chan hummed in response, nudging Hyunjin’s shoulder lightly with his own, “You know, I did like her too”
Hyunjin turned to his friend, brows furrowing, “Yeah, I know”
“But seeing you look at her… Made me realize I never stood a chance. Not really. It’s like you were already hers before you even noticed it”
“I didn’t mean to take her from you”, Hyunjin admitted.
“You didn’t”, Chan shook his head, “She was never mine to lose”
Hyunjin’s throat tightened, “Still. Thank you”
Chan let out a little chuckle, leaning back on his elbows now, “What are best friends for, if not handing over the one girl you might’ve actually liked in years?”
Hyunjin groaned, “Damn, you make it sound so casual”
Chan smirked, “Gotta keep it light, or I’ll start crying”
Hyunjin laughed for real this time. A relieved laugh.
“Just… don’t fuck it up, okay?,” Chan added, “She deserves someone who won’t run scared the second things get hard”
“I won’t”, Hyunjin said, his voice sure, “I already did that once. I’m not doing it again”
Chan smiled, small and genuine, “Then we are good”
And they just sat there after that. No more words, no more confessions. Just two friends, side by side, staring at the sky— one heart finally at peace, and the other still healing, but healing nonetheless.
a/n: I literally cried while writing the scene reader say Hyunjin's name 😭 i felt so bad for Channie, I promise I'll make it up to him 🥺
pairing : fwb!lee jihoon x reader x fwb!choi seungcheol
synopsis : when you joined to voyeur your two fuck buddies fuck each other, you didn't know how it would turn out really. It turned out better than whatever you were hoping for.
w.c. : 2.6 k
tw : piv sex , unprotected sex , threesome , double penetration , gay sex (csc × ljh) , assumed bisexual csc and ljh, dom ljh , sub reader , sub csc , crying , degradation , voyeurism
The hum of the hotel room was low and steady, the sound of the air conditioning mingling with the muffled city noise outside. The curtains were drawn, the soft glow of bedside lamps casting warm light across the room. It was a space that felt intimate, secretive, and you could already feel the electricity in the air. Seungcheol and Jihoon stood face to face beside the bed, eyes locked with the kind of glaze like they were the only ones in the room.
But they weren’t. You were there too. Perched on a chair in the corner, you watched them, your knees pressed tightly together, your hand buried between your thighs. Your arrangement with both of them was unconventional, but it worked, a three-way friends-with-benefits situation. On nights you wanted hardcore action, you went to Seungcheol, and he delivered the roughness you craved, his dominance always leaving you a writhing, satisfied mess. Other nights, when you sought intimacy and tenderness, it was Jihoon’s bed you found yourself in, his touch delicate but deliberate, coaxing pleasure out of you in ways that felt deeply personal.
So naturally, whatever you ever thought of them together, it had never occurred to you that it could look like this. Sure, you’d known they have been hooking up with each other too. They were both somewhere on the bisexual-spectrum, and the dynamic between the three of you was built on a foundation of trust and mutual enjoyment. You'd always pictured Jihoon being the soft bottom while Seungcheol his top. Yet, in all this time, you’d never been part of the moments with both of them—until tonight. You weren’t participating, though. You were only here to watch. The rules were clear: you could touch yourself, but you weren’t allowed to cum. You weren’t allowed to speak. You were only here to observe.
It had seemed like a good idea at first, thrilling even. But now, as you sat there, panting softly and unable to tear your eyes away, you weren’t so sure you could handle it.
Jihoon’s voice, sharp and authoritative, cut through the quiet hum of the room. “On your knees.”
Seungcheol obeyed without hesitation, his broad shoulders bowing as he sank to the floor. The sight sent a jolt of arousal through you. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to remain as still and quiet as possible. Your hand shifted beneath the waistband of your pants, fingers brushing against your slick heat. You weren’t supposed to cum. You weren’t even supposed to move much. But how could you resist?
Jihoon tilted his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand found its way into Seungcheol’s hair, gripping tightly and forcing the older man to look up at him. “Look at you,” Jihoon said, his tone laced with mockery. “Always so desperate to look like you're in charge. But here you are, on your knees like a pathetic little slut.”
The degradation was unexpected from Jihoon's sweet lips. His words were sharp and cutting, a far cry from the soothing whispers he used with you. What shocked you even more was how Seungcheol reacted to it. He groaned, his lips parting as if the humiliation fueled him. His hands twitched at his sides, itching to touch Jihoon but clearly awaiting permission.
“Speak,” Jihoon commanded, his grip tightening in Seungcheol’s hair. “Tell me what you want.”
Seungcheol’s voice was low and shaky. “I want you.”
“Be more specific.” Jihoon’s other hand moved to Seungcheol’s jaw, forcing him to keep his gaze locked upward. “Beg for it.”
You bit your lip, stifling a gasp. Seungcheol, the man who had pinned you to walls and growled filthy promises into your ear, was now pleading.
“Please,” Seungcheol said, his voice breaking slightly. “I want you to fuck me. Use me however you want. Please.”
Jihoon laughed, a dark, almost cruel sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Good boy.”
The bed dipped as Jihoon sat on the edge, pulling Seungcheol closer by his hair. You watched as Jihoon undid the buttons of his shirt slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the control he held. Once his chest was bare, he leaned back slightly, spreading his legs. Seungcheol immediately moved forward, his hands resting on Jihoon’s thighs, but Jihoon clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“Did I say you could touch?” Jihoon asked.
Seungcheol froze, his hands retreating as he looked up at Jihoon with wide, submissive eyes. “No. No, sir.”
“Then don’t.”
Jihoon pulled off his pants next, before pulling Seungcheol by his neck, giving a single head tilt, and as if knowing the command by heart, Seungcheol, leaned in to take Jihoon's cock in his hands, stroking it once, twice, before getting his mouth on it. you'd never seen Seungcheol like this, obedient and submissive, ready to take whatever is given. he took Jihoon's cock in his mouth, eyebrows knit together as he struggled to fight his gag reflex to take Jihoon all the way in.
Your eyes widen when Jihoon's hand meets Seungcheol's face, the loud smack making you leak in ways it shouldn't. "Suck it properly, whore, will you?"
The next moments blurred together in a haze of heat and tension. Jihoon pushed Seungcheol to his limits, demanding and commanding with an edge you hadn’t seen before. It was intoxicating. You shifted in your chair, your fingers moving against yourself in slow, teasing circles. You couldn’t take your eyes off them.
When Jihoon finally bent Seungcheol over the bed, you expected something softer, maybe even a reversal of roles. But Jihoon was relentless. He pushed seungcheol on all four limbs on the bed, getting behind him with lube-coated fingers, giving his ass the bare prep, before impatiently sliding his cock in. seungcheol let out a whimper, a beautiful cry you'd never thought you's hear from him. He fell forward on the mattress on his shoulders, his palms coming under his head to support it as jihoon set a punishing speed.
“Look at you,” Jihoon said, his hand coming down hard on Seungcheol’s ass, leaving a red mark. Seungcheol moaned loudly, tears slipping down his flushed cheeks. “Crying like the desperate little whore you are. Is this what you wanted? To be treated like this?”
“Yes,” Seungcheol choked out, his voice thick with arousal and emotion. “Sir, yes.”
Jihoon tutted, hand smacking seungcheols ass again, then rubbing the reddened spot admiringly. "look at that big, useless cock of yours. Its just for show, isn't it? You'll get any man in your ass, in the end."
You were overwhelmed. Your chest heaved with the effort to remain quiet, your fingers trembling as you edged closer to release. Jihoon’s eyes flicked toward you briefly, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed your struggle.
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with heat and arousal as Jihoon moved with precision and authority, his dominance washing over the space like a tidal wave. You were a mess in the chair, your hand disobeying the rules as it worked furiously against the ache between your legs. Watching Jihoon absolutely wreck Seungcheol—someone you’d always seen as unshakable, your ever-commanding dom—was driving you to a point you’d never experienced.
But you weren’t supposed to cum. That was clear. And yet, stopping wasn’t an option either.
The skin-to-skin slaps and the soft, wet sounds of Jihoon pounding into Seungcheol mixed with the older man’s broken moans were a symphony that only pushed you further. Seungcheol’s face was wet with tears, his lips trembling as he begged for more, for Jihoon not to stop, even as his body shook with overstimulation. You couldn’t hold back anymore; you needed relief.
“P-please…” The word tumbled from your lips before you could stop it, your voice trembling with desperation.
Everything came to a standstill. Jihoon paused mid-thrust, turning his head sharply to look at you. His face was unreadable for a moment, his expression neutral except for the faintest lift of his brow.
“You couldn’t keep quiet, could you?” Jihoon said, his voice low and laced with mock disappointment. “Tch, pathetic.”
Seungcheol whimpered beneath him, still desperate for Jihoon’s touch, but Jihoon ignored him for the moment, pulling out with a deliberate slowness that left the older man gasping. Jihoon climbed off the bed, and the way he moved—slow, calculated, and commanding—made your stomach tighten.
“Get up,” Jihoon ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You scrambled to your feet, your body trembling as you stood before him. He tilted his head, his sharp eyes raking over you. “Strip,” he said simply, his voice calm but carrying the weight of authority.
Your hands moved on their own, pulling your clothes off piece by piece until you stood bare before him. The tension in the air was suffocating, your skin prickling under his gaze as Jihoon’s smirk deepened.
“Good,” he said, his voice softer now, almost approving, "At least you know to listen." Then, without warning, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you toward the bed. He handled you with such ease, flipping you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing.
Seungcheol lay on his back, his chest heaving as he stared at you with wide, pleading eyes. Jihoon manhandled you into position, gripping your hips firmly as he guided you to straddle Seungcheol.
“You want to cum so badly?” Jihoon said, his breath hot against your ear. “I'll help.”
With one hand on your hip, Jihoon used his other hand to position Seungcheol’s hard and leaking cock at your entrance. The stretch was immediate, your body struggling to adjust to Seungcheol’s size, but Jihoon didn’t give you much time to think about it. He pushed you down slowly, forcing you to take all of Seungcheol until you were fully seated on him.
The sensation was overwhelming. Seungcheol filled you completely, and the way Jihoon’s hands gripped your waist to hold you in place made you feel like nothing more than a toy for his amusement.
“Fuck,” Seungcheol groaned, his voice hoarse. His hands instinctively found your thighs, holding on as you adjusted to the sensation.
Jihoon leaned forward, his lips brushing against your neck in a rare moment of softness. The kiss was sweet, almost tender, a stark contrast to the commanding way he handled you. But it was fleeting. Jihoon straightened, his demeanor shifting back into control as he pulled your hips upward, forcing you to start bouncing on Seungcheol.
“Bounce,” Jihoon murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he watched you ride Seungcheol. “Show me how desperate you are.”
Your movements were shaky at first, your body still overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. But Jihoon’s hands guided you, his grip firm as he set the pace. He pushed you down till your face was against Seungcheol’s, the latter's hands roaming your body, his lips meeting yours in a wet, heated kiss. The taste of him—salty from sweat and tears, tinged with the faintest hint of desperation—only fueled your arousal further.
Jihoon’s eyes gleamed with approval as he watched the two of you. But he wasn’t done. Not yet.
His fingers found your entrance, slick with arousal, as he began to stretch you further. One finger became two, then three, each one pushing you to the edge of what you thought you could handle. Your body trembled, your breaths coming in shallow gasps as he worked you open.
“You’re going to take both of us,” Jihoon said, his voice low and commanding. “And you’re not going to cum until I say so. Understood?”
You nodded quickly, unable to form words as Jihoon continued to prepare you.
Finally, Jihoon positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. The stretch was almost unbearable, the sensation of being filled by both of them sending shockwaves through your body. Jihoon moved slowly at first, giving you time to adjust, but it didn’t take long before he set a pace.
The three of you moved together, a tangle of limbs and moans and heat. Jihoon’s hands gripped your waist tightly, his thrusts perfectly timed with Seungcheol’s, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Hold it,” Jihoon growled, his voice sharp. “Don’t you dare cum until I do.”
It was torture. Pure, unrelenting torture. Your body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation as you teetered on the edge of release.
Finally, Jihoon’s thrusts grew erratic, his grip tightening as he reached his climax. “Now,” he commanded, his voice rough with pleasure. “Cum. Both of you.”
The three of you unraveled together, your bodies trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. It was messy and chaotic and utterly perfect, both of their semen filling you to the hilt. You melted on top of Seungcheol, while he himself looked ready to pass out already. Jihoon gently exited you, pulling Seungcheol's cock out too.
As much as you loved sweet and sappy Jihoon in bed who is all about love making than sex, it would be a lie if you said you didn't like this side of jihoon more. and although your insides still ache from that double penetration, you cannot wait for the next time.
bonus footage : jihoon kisses your temples gently as he settles by you after cleaning you and seungcheol up. you did so well, he murmured softly, his hands wrapping around your waist pulling you closer to him. you smiled shyly, whispering back a thank you.
"And me!?" seungcheol's whiny high pitched voice broke through the moment. "I was a good boy too! why don't I get a well-done ever!" you didn't have to look at either of them to know that seungcheol was pouting and jihoon had his mildly irritated face on. "well, I would be saying it now if you weren't so needy for praises, interrupting the sweet moment. god, this is why you never get well-dones, seungcheol." jihoon clapped back and you struggled to keep your giggle in as the two continued arguing like kids.
I promised you a report on the K-pop concert that I, a 44-year-old accountant, went to a couple of weeks ago with my wife and daughter in Toronto. So here it is.
The band we saw were Ateez. They're my daughter's favourite band and my wife's second favourite. I know most of my mutuals are similarly aged like me and may not be familiar with them so let me give you a brief primer on Ateez.
Imagine the most attractive eight men you can think of, just unfathomably beautiful specimens of aesthetic perfection, and make them sing songs that somehow combine the subjects of 'dancing like nobody is watching' with 'we live in a dystopian hellscape that we must all work together to overthrow'. Give them an ongoing music video story lore that literally nobody - not even the band themselves - understand, so that online discussion of their visual motifs looks more like the fevered rantings of a conspiracy theorist, complete with speculation about alternate realities and time being a Moebius strip. There is also a giant sand timer, for some reason.
That's Ateez. That's what you need to know.
Now, K-pop concerts are very different to the gigs I've been going to for the last 28 (!) years. There's no support act, for a start. Also the band perform for like, three hours, with breaks for costume changes and interpretive dance. Furthermore, hanging above everything is the constant looming threat of mandatory military service.
So this being my first such concert, I wasn't sure what to expect. What happened was difficult to explain, but I will try as I am already six paragraphs into this write-up and I'm too invested to stop now. Here goes:
In his Wicked + Divine comics series, Kieron Gillen places modern pop icons as deities, feeding upon and gaining strength from the worship of their fans at the altar of musical performance. I thought I understood that metaphor. I thought I understood it AS a metaphor. I was wrong, because that night Ateez WERE Gods with a capital G and we were their worshippers, a crowd emanating adoration (in the religious and non-religious senses), bestowing strength upon them and gaining their strength in return.
If that sounds weird, it probably is. But as pointed out above, I have lived over four decades and never yet experienced anything like the overwhelming passion of that crowd, the utter abandon with which they conveyed their love for the band.
"But Fuiru, what of the actual music?" you ask. Thinking back, there was a moment in one of their songs - I can't remember which - where I watched the stage, and the people around me, taking it in, and I thought, "Man, I just love Music". But that doesn't answer your question, sorry.
Ateez's music is bloody great. As a tiresome indie/rock/metal kid I'm resisting the urge to add the usual tiresome indie/rock/metal caveat of "...for pop music" because honestly that does it a disservice. They have some genuinely amazing songs. Halazia is an absolute fucking masterpiece that descends into furious hardcore breakbeat. Bouncy is a big, brash racket that somehow is also a perfect pop song. Utopia, Wonderland, and Guerrilla are similarly superb. The obligatory boy band slow number is represented by Dancing Like Butterfly Wings which will make you cry because you will forever associate it with your twelve year old daughter being pointed to and waved at by her favourite Ateez member (Seonghwa) because of her Seonghwa-branded lightstick.
That might just be me, though.
So in summary: being a 44 year old dad at his first K-pop concert rules and you should endeavour to partake in the experience if the opportunity arises.
Finally, for any Atiny reading this: my bias would be San or Seonghwa but my wife and daughter said they were taken so it’s Mingi. My concert outfit (designed and created by my offspring) reflects this.
Summary: There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation now replaced with another. After the omegas disappeared you have to extra careful, especially now that you have left your pack and family. What happens when your car breaks down on another pack's land?
Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8
ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe
Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, reader is a CRYBABY, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)
genre(s) -> angst, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au
paring(s) -> ateez ot8 x reader
warning(s) -> abuse, eating disorder, mentions of mental / physical health, cursing, smut, explicit language / scenes, etc.
abstract -> forced to adopt a hybrid becomes harder than the reader anticipated. in which she'll encounter eight troubled and challenging hybrids to take care of. will she be able to handle it?
-> uploading will start on december 04. 2023
-> taglist closed !!
saving a panther and a fox
chapter 00. -> adoption center
chapter 01. -> rehabilitation
chapter 02. -> hybrid activist
side story -> admiration
side story -> mine ( 18+ )
side story -> abandoned
side story -> pervert ( 18+ )
side story -> our pet ( 18+ )
saving a doberman
chapter 03. -> drunk amnesia
chapter 04. -> my angel
side story -> learning
side story -> corruption ( 18+ )
side story -> competition ( 18+)
side story -> triggers
saving two tigers
chapter 05. -> infiltration
chapter 06. -> interviews
chapter 07. -> crime scene
chapter 08. -> black codes
chapter 09. -> adapting to five hybrids
side story -> protagisnist
side story -> pampered
side story -> frustration ( 18+ )
side story -> bet ( 18+)
side story -> matz show ( 18+ )
side story -> treatment
side story -> five hybrids
saving a wolf and a golden retriver
chapter 10. -> trapping thieves
chapter 11. -> week of hell
side story -> therapy
side story -> insatiable ( 18+ )
chapter 12. -> case closed
chapter 13. -> beef or chicken
side story -> outlier
side story -> wet dreams ( 18+ )
side story -> kink unlocked ( 18+ )
side story -> switching roomates
side story -> triggers prt.2
saving a bear
chapter 14. -> new celebrity
chapter 15. -> salem trials
side story -> maknae
side story -> apples ( 18+ )
side story -> dynamics
chapter 16. -> eight hybrids
chapter 17. -> finale
if you would like to be on the taglist please send an ask or comment under this post. If you message me there might be a chance I don't see if and if you ask on another post such as in one of the chapters it'll be hard to keep up with.
the taglist is closed im no longer taking any more tag requests, the tags are also gonna only be on the chapters to make updating the masterlist easier for me but those who are tagged don't worry
please don't be a silent reader !! reblog, comment, and like <3
PROMPT; reader finally comes back to s. korea as she finished her training in los angeles, ready to debut as a solo artist under kq ent! exciting right? well her sunbaes seem to like that idea too.
FEAT; alpha!ateez x omega!idol!reader
GENRE; fluff, smut (in later chapters)
AU; omegaverse + poly (as in ot8 ateez end up w reader)
NOTES; first time writing it's gonna b interesting, i don't really know what im doing, im just vibin honestly + also ik it's a self-insert but reader is gonna b fem + she might b described in a way that doesn't fit u (like 4 exemple; long hair, a bit on the tanner side, etc...)
" Came like a Miracle, Look like a miracle, Just like Miracle, Those few words...."
Synopsis: When you started working at a pharmaceutical company, you didn’t realize where it was your life was heading. After getting a patient mix up, you meet seven men who would didn’t seem to want any other nurse that wasn’t you. When you start to know them, you notice things that made you question if they were really human. No matter what excuse they would give though, you would always go home with a heavy heart. The day the truth is revealed to you, things take a turn for the worst.
Pairings: BTS poly!ot7 x Reader
Genre: Mystical Creatures AU, Fluff, Romance, Angst, Fantasy
Warnings: Smut in future chapters, toxic work environment, abuse
Taglist: I have decided to write smut chapters. However it’s just one per member. Maybe some things here and there. With that being said. I will not have a taglist on those chapters for fear of having minors tagged. My books are mostly for a general audience because smut isn’t my main writing. However with the very small number of chapters I will probably do, it’s best to not tag anyone. I understand some of you have ages but I don’t want to struggle with picking out each adult blog. Thank you for understanding.
A/N If there is anyone out there willing to Beta read be my guest. Honestly I know for a fact I got a lot of mishaps here lol.
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" Those few words that saved me I'll be by your side after many nights..."
summary: you didn’t expect to run into choi san outside of the venue, especially when your phone was dead and you were stranded in a random city. a kind offer for a phone charger turns into so much more, and you end up falling into a relationship with all eight members of ateez.
warnings: handled on a chapter by chapter basis, any cw/tw will be clearly identified. if any need to be added, please contact me directly and I will update accordingly!
current word count: 208.6K
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please note, there will be a sequel! i'm taking a bit of a break before working on that, but new aurora content will be posted in 2023~!
if you prefer to read on AO3, you can find that here
my fic masterlist can be found here!
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