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[gyu-dloml]

Sunshine & Midnight 💛

Summary : Where you fall slowly but surely in love with the sunshine personified and he's there to swat away all your doubts.

Pairing : Seokmin x Gn! reader

Genre : Angst, fluff

Word count : 1k

Warnings : Self depreciation, insecure reader, a little crying

You can see the rays emitting from his body, literally. Because he's standing in the way of the sun to protect you. Although you can't clearly see his face considering you were almost blinded a few moments ago, you're sure he has that goofy smile plastered on his face still.

"Is it too sunny here?" Seokmin asks while holding out a hand for you to stand up.

"No, it's perfect we can stay as long as you want." You say trying to feign love for the sunny weather.

"Its okay, we can sit in the car while we eat." He giggles and leads you to the car, still holding your hand.

You've been flustered ever since this day-out with him started. It was supposed to be you, your best friend and her school friend she'd just reunited with, but guess who came down with a cold the day before? Now you're desperately trying not to blush whilst you hang out with sunshine personified.

"You don't seem to enjoys summers, do you like rain?" He asks with an unusually big, kind smile.

"No."

"Ahhh right, spring?"

"I guess."

"Then what is it that you like?" He asks while you resist the urge to say "You", but as soon as Seokmin starts blushing, you realize you said it out loud.

You slam a hand to your mouth and look like a deer caught in a headlight.

"You're cute." He says as he removes your hand away from your mouth. You smile sheepishly and he hands you your food.

"Did you buy this?"

"Who else would" He chuckles. It hasn't even been an hour and he's already making you stupid.

"Let me transfer you half the money."

"Oh no, that's unnecessary."

"I insist."

"How about we count this as our first date instead? You can treat me to dinner next Saturday." He says grinning.

If only you knew how bold Seokmin himself was being today. His hands are sweaty and he's panicking internally but he couldn't let his introverted self miss out on a date with you. You had enamored him all whilst being clumsy and easily flustered.

"Sounds great." and now you were comfortable enough to give him as big of a smile on his face.

Over time, you and Seokmin hung out several times a week and went on all dates you had dreamt of going as a young teen. He was far more than perfect, knew what to say at the right time, made you laugh like nobody had ever before. He made you want to wake up everyday and not go to bed. Your cheeks hurt whenever you were with him.

But this one night, he was busy with an assignment and you were laying on your bed thinking. Thinking about how much he means to you. And what do you give him in return? A friend? You're not sure if he thinks you're funny, or pretty, are you any close to what you think he is to you?

He could have any girl with his charming self. He was made to be loved. He loves unconditionally. But you're scared to love, to trust. If he's the sun, are you even worthy to be called the moon? As you spiral down a rabbit hole, you hear your phone ring.

"Hi pretty." he's been calling you that for a few days.

No matter how sad you may be in the moment, a small smile makes it's way to your face as you reply, "Hey."

"Are you okay? You sound down. How about a convince store run? I'm starving."

"Yes, I'll be down in 10. Pick me up?"

"Always." He says with a fond smile. He figures it's best to talk to you after some food.

After you guys are done eating, you sit down on a bench outside the store. Seokmin notices you've been quite tonight.

"Y/n"

"Hmm?"

"Whats up?"

"It's nothing Seok, just silly stuff."

"When you say silly, it's never silly." He says while holding your hand, making you look into his eyes. It looks like he holds the whole universe, and you're sure he does.

"I know it's an annoying question, but why do you like me?"

"I liked you when we first met because you were just there. Existing. Then I fell for you laugh, which you think is weird but I want to hear it all the time. I love the way your eyes get when you smile. How you always put others before you. Your love for your family is admirable, and you are just an amazing person. I feel so lucky when I'm with you, that I'm the one who gets to walk with you, hand in hand. Then there's your-"

You don't let him finish his sentence because you grab his collar and kiss him on the lips. It was just a peck but it lingered for long. Your insecurities left your body in the form of a single tear drop and Seokmin was quick to kiss it away.

He pulls you into a hug and says, "I'm sorry baby, that I made you feel any less than you are. I planned to confess my love and ask you out after our finals but I don't think we should wait anymore."

He pulls out of the hug and gets on one knee before you. He holds your hand and kisses your knuckle.

"You don't have to say it back pretty, but God I love you so much. You made me fall like a mad-man. Would you please be my partner? I promise to cherish you everyday and I'll-"

You cut off his rant yet again, this time while holding his face with both of your hands. "I love you, Seokmin." And you both knew, you didn't believe people could fall in love this early but you'd never say something like this if you didn't mean it.

Seokmin smiles brightly as he starts to get teary eyed. And even in the dim light of the convince store, he doesn't shine any less brighter than the sun. Because he believes there exists no one as beautiful as you, to bask in his light.

hehe some dk fluff obv inspired by taylor swifts - midnight rain! if you liked it, reblogs and likes are very appreciated, thank you <3

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ah! love - birthday wishes

genres: married life au, family au, fluff, a bit of angst! but we know it ends up okay (best friends to lovers) relationship: husbands 95 line x reader (feat. baby doremi line) words: 3.9k warnings: alcohol notes: sooooooo let's all agree to pretend I posted this on 0808 lol... genuinely I started writing this in aug 2024 and didn't finish it until now knowing that I could NOT leave it until aug 2026... also the babies aren't as prominent in this chapter-- idk if people are bigger fans of the hubbies or the babies in this series so let me know if you want more doremi kids content!

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Seungcheol forgets what day it is.

Whatever the opposite of the energy of a thousand burning suns is, Seungcheol wakes up with that.

Groggily, he blinks twice, trying and failing to block out the sunlight streaming through his bedroom windows. It takes him six or seven more blinks on top of that to realize that today's a work day, and he absolutely shouldn't be seeing the sunlight like this at all because, oh, shit, he was supposed to be up and getting ready at five-thirty.

Launching himself out of bed, Seungcheol speed runs his way through his morning routine — he skips practically everything except changing and running his hands through his hair so it looks like he only walked through one hurricane and not five. When that's done, he nearly tumbles down the stairs while trying to shove a hopefully clean sock on his right foot, but he catches himself on the hand rail before he can fall on his ass in front of an audience of zero.

Or so he thought.

From a seat at the kitchen island, you chuckle at his recovery position, (one hand on the railing, one hand still clutching his sock, and one leg just sticking out in the air,) hiding your wide smile behind a coffee mug which proudly asserts you as world’s best dad.

Seungcheol’s mouth drops open. “You’re still home?”

Nodding, you take a sip from your (or his; or Jeonghan’s; or Joshua’s) mug. “Nothing going on for me today.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Seungcheol pouts as he finally slips on his sock.

You push yourself from the counter and make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing a soft kiss to his jawline. “It’s been such a long week for you. I thought you could use the rest today.”

His pout deepens, but his arms can only do one thing when you’re near him, and that’s holding you close. “But…”

“I already called Inho,” you explain, bringing your hand up to play with the hair that hangs in front of Seungcheol’s eyes. “He said he’s got everything sorted for the morning but told me to tell you, Mr Everything Has To Be Perfect, that he knows you’ll want to give the final say on the… what was it? The Hsu contract?”

About to nuzzle his face in your neck, Seungcheol jerks back. “Wait? The Hsu— That should’ve been closed yesterday—!”

You chuckle again, twisting away to swipe a set of car keys off the counter. “I need the Blueberry today, so I’ll drop you off, yeah?”

You hand him a thermos that he knows contains coffee just the way he likes it, and just like that, he’s off to his office with you at the wheel.

“The twins—” he says when the caffeine finally sets in.

“Are at their summer camp,” you tell him, cool as a cucumber in the freezer. “It's butterfly day today, so Joshua made sure they brought their watercolours with them.”

“Chan—” he says.

“Went with Jeonghan to visit grandma and grandpa Yoon. Hayoung is making yakgwa, which I'm sure Chan will be ecstatic about.”

Seunghcheol bristles only a little, glancing at himself in the side view mirror and tucking away the pout he didn’t know he was making until he saw his reflection. “I like Hayoung eomoni’s yakgwa…” he mumbles, totally nonchalant.

“Do you?” Not taking your eyes off the road, you smile. “Hm. I didn’t know that. Maybe they can bring some back for you.”

Seungcheol bristles again, but only because he takes great pride in being Yoon Hayoung’s favourite. Well. Okay. After Chan, Seungkwan, and Vernon… Hayoung’s fourth favourite. Shit, wait, fifth after you. Maybe sixth after Jeonghan. But solidly sixth, at least, ever since the great kitty escape of 2022.

Suck it, Joshua.

Wherever his standing, Hayoung eomoni knows he loves her yakgwa — almost to the point where you had to confiscate them a few years ago, lest he get a heaven-disguised devil of a stomachache.

Don’t you remember that? You’re usually so attentive.

“I wouldn’t say no to an extra piece,” he says casually. “Or two.”

You grin. “Or ten? Or a hundred?”

Turning to you again, he narrows his eyes. “So you do remem—”

“Well!” You throw the Blueberry into park right in front of his building. “Have a great day at work, babe. Joshua will come pick you up when you’re done, okay?”

And just like that, Seungcheol is standing in front of his office building, thermos of coffee in one hand and his attaché in the other. He watches you drive off, but in the back of his mind, he can’t help thinking something isn’t right.

He gasps.

“The Hsu contract!” Seungcheol dashes through the front doors, vaulting up the stairs two at a time towards his office. For some reason, the floors leading up seem abandoned, but none of that registers to him while his brain tunnel-visions on the contract that was supposed be done and over with by now because he wasn’t even meant to have to worry about anything today because it’s—

Seungcheol’s entire body freezes right as he uses two fingers to grab the door handle to his office.

Oh. It’s his—

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The door in front of him swings open, revealing all the missing employees from the other floors crammed into his office. Confetti flutters over him, and people in colourful conical hats start singing while simultaneously chuckling at his dumbfounded expression.

Still in a state of shock, Seungcheol zones in on one specific man in the room, who’s leaning on his desk with a huge smile. “Inho,” Seungcheol mutters. “The… Hsu contract?”

This causes Inho to laugh, and he pushes himself off Seungcheol’s desk so he can walk up to him. He puts an arm around Seungcheol’s shoulders and leads him further into his office, where a black forest cake with way too many candles sits where his keyboard normally is. “Now, what kind of right-hand man would I be if that wasn’t signed and delivered exactly as planned?” He puts his free hand over his heart and pouts. “Do you have so little faith in me?”

“No— no, I just…”

Inho laughs again and pats Seungcheol’s shoulder. “I’m just playing with you. Your partners said it’d be a surefire way to get you here without suspecting anything.”

Seungcheol’s brows scrunch together just as the crowd around him cheers him on to blow out the fire hazard on top of his cake. After waving away the resulting smoke, he looks back up at Inho. “You… conspired with my partners?”

“All in good fun, of course,” Inho defends playfully. “I may be your right-hand, but I obviously don’t know you as well as they do. I mean— I never would’ve guessed it. I thought there was no way you’d forget it’s your own birthday.”

⭒-⭒-⭒

“There’s no way they forgot it’s your birthday,” Joshua tried to placate him to no avail. Seungcheol was already drunker than he’d be if you were here at the bar & grill they’d chosen for his party, and that was saying something.

The unfortunate thing was that Seungcheol was not typically a sulky drunk. He could get sulky enough with zero percent alcohol in his system, anyway. On any other night dedicated to fun and letting go and drinking until all the problems of being twenty-something disappear, (at least until morning,) Seungcheol would be the giggly drunk. He’d be standing on top of chairs and patting his friends’ backs and yelling, “Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” all the way into the witching hour.

But he wasn’t, and he hated how both Joshua and Jeonghan, who had said almost the exact same thing as Joshua an hour ago (when Seungcheol had questioned for the fourth or fifth time where you were,) knew exactly why he was sulking in a lonely booth.

Said booth wasn’t part of their reservation, but Seungcheol could tell that the lady who ran the grill didn’t want to approach him, the pity in her eyes making Seungcheol feel all the more pathetic.

He didn’t bother responding to Joshua’s words because he knew it to be nothing but the truth. There was no way you forgot it was his birthday. He would never admit it out loud — because that would just ruin the bit — but he was always annoying about it. He’d spring a pop quiz on stuff like it: his likes and dislikes, his middle name (trick question!), et cetera et cetera, every once in a while. And even if you didn’t realize it, he cared the most whether you got the answers right over anyone else. You always did, though. Somehow, you knew him better than anyone, and even though you did know his birthday and the way he liked his eggs and that he hated acupuncture shoes despite wearing them because he had to acknowledge their merits, you knew one thing above all.

He cared that you cared.

His call went straight to voicemail again, and he had to stop himself from throwing his phone onto a burning grill.

Joshua sighed and held out his hand. “Give me that.”

Pouting already, Seungcheol held his phone, suddenly precious to him, tight against his chest. “No.”

“Their phone must be dead,” Joshua reasoned, wagging his fingers for him to hand the thing over. “You know how they are. I got them that stupid expensive power bank, and they still manage to forget it every time. C’mon, give it here. You’re only gonna bum yourself out.”

Seungcheol just scrunched his shoulders, shielding himself by turning further into the empty booth. “No…”

“Seungcheol—”

“They’re coming,” Jeonghan interrupted. He stepped up to the table beside Joshua and grabbed the half-empty soju bottle sitting on top of it. If Seungcheol wasn’t so busy protecting his phone from Joshua’s greedy fingers, he would've snatched it back, but instead, his eyes lit up as he looked at his friend.

As soon as his hope flared, though, hurt flared just as bright. “They told you?” he asked, and all three of them could hear his subconscious thought.

And not me?

“No,” Jeonghan quickly amended. “I just know them. And so do you.”

Joshua nodded despite the concerned look on his face as Jeonghan continued.

“They wouldn’t miss your birthday, and besides, they’ve still got—” He glanced at his watch, a simple black piece save for the worn out devil emoji sticker only the four of you know is stuck to the underside of the face. “—at least forty-five minutes before midnight hits. You do know it’s still the seventh, right?”

Seungcheol shook his head, brows furrowed. “Just because it’s not my birthday doesn’t mean it’s not my birthday…”

“You’re drunk, Seungcheol.” Jeonghan ruffled his hair like he would to a dog he’d just denied human food to. In kind, Seungcheol snarled and swatted his hand away.

It wasn’t the best his hair had ever looked. Overgrown jet black roots flowed into a faded silver-ish blond, but when his natural hair colour had started growing back, you’d said it was hot on him. It was just one of your every day sort of throwaway compliments, but still. Seungcheol kept putting off setting another hair appointment for some reason.

“You’re being ridiculous.” Finally able to catch him distracted, Joshua snatched Seungcheol’s phone and stashed it in his back pocket. “Go have fun with all the friends we invited here for you and stop sulking over whether or not they’re coming because they will.” He put a hand on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “You trust them, don’t you?”

He did.

But your absence still weighed down on him, even when he rejoined everyone at the table and managed to get another beer. Especially when he noticed Wonwoo’s eyes darting around, caught his gaze, and then had to get up and sit somewhere else when Wonwoo shyly asked if you were coming.

Wonwoo wasn’t a bad guy. Not by far.

But sometimes Seungcheol would catch him looking at you in a certain way that made his completely unrelated chest pain act up.

So even though it was nearing midnight, and his whole thing was getting all wound up about people not wishing him happy birthday as soon as the clock hits 00:00, Seungcheol decided he needed a breather. He stepped outside, absently listened to the cheerful gabbing that leaked from the bar and grill, and wondered if — like the guy outside of the restaurant across the street — cigarettes were what he needed at a time like this.

(But you hated the smell and coughed like a sickly Victorian child when you got too close to a lit cigarette, so maybe not.)

Instead, Seungcheol patted at his pockets for his phone, only to remember that the little shit Joshua stole it. He looked at his watch — 23:54 — and sighed, tilting his head back to look at the night sky. There were no stars in sight, not in a big city like this.

Next birthday, maybe he’ll go past the outskirts, just so he can make a wish. It’ll be quieter, with fresher air, and he won’t get drunk. He could just lay back and admire the starry expanse of the August sky. (And check for birthday messages in the morning.)

He could bring you.

But would you even come? Maybe his birthday didn’t mean as much to you as he wanted it to.

No, he shouldn’t think like that.

Or should he?

23:58

Inside, voices arose in search of him, but Seungcheol shifted sideways so he couldn’t be seen through the front windows. He didn’t know why, exactly, he didn’t want to be part of his own celebration, but his eyes were drawn downhill, following the street in the direction of your place. His shoulders rose and fell with another sigh, his hands in his pockets, and the noise inside the bar went up in volume. Someone shouted his name, calling him the grandpa of the group, which he knew would haunt him until Jeonghan’s birthday in October, and okay, maybe he should just go back.

“Seungcheeeooooool!”

Your voice enraptured him immediately, and he whipped around in the opposite direction of your apartment to see you rushing down the slanted street. Too fast.

(The bar and grill’s placement on a steep street had caused many a drunken tumble in the past, but the food was so good and so affordable that it was a mainstay for you and his friends.)

Without thinking, Seungcheol opened his arms and braced his legs, grunting when you slammed into him. His arms wrapped around you, but your head pulled back, and he saw your out-of-breath expression right when you said, “I didn’t miss it, right?”

Using one hand on his chest to balance yourself, you grabbed at his left wrist, lifting it to check the time. A couple seconds from midnight. “Aha!” You grinned like a madman, keeping your eyes on his watch as it counted up. As soon as the seventh turned into the eighth, your smile widened, and you met his gaze again. “Happy birthday, Seungcheol.”

He kept his right arm exactly where it was. For a second, all he did was blink. “Where were you?”

“Getting your gift!” You brought up the hand that had held his wrist, and he finally noticed the patterned bag hanging from your elbow. “Remember that signing event you couldn’t get into?”

“The what?”

“You know… the soccer one.” There was a spark of pride in the way your lips quirked up, and Seungcheol’s eyes widened.

“You mean— no way.”

Stepping back, you slipped the handles of the gift bag down to your hand and held it up right in front of him. “See for yourself.”

Unable to help himself, Seungcheol snatched the bag from you as you giggled at his enthusiasm. He quickly and then carefully scooped out an encased, display quality soccer ball — his soccer ball that his mom told him must’ve gotten lost when she did her spring cleaning months ago. And smack dab in the middle of it was a black sharpie signature.

“No fucking way,” he whispered. “Son Heungmin signed my ball?” He looked up at you, incredulous. “You don’t even like soccer. That event sold out in seconds.”

You shrugged, tilting your head and swaying in that sort of yeah, I’m a pretty big deal manner. “I have my ways.”

“But…” Seungcheol turned the case around in his hands, still a bit unable to believe it. And even then, for some reason, it wasn’t the most important thing to him at that moment. “That was supposed to be a week ago.”

He stopped himself from asking why you were almost late. You were allowed to be. You weren’t his.

Unfortunately, you could read him like a neon sign. “I’m sorry,” you said, stepping closer with a regretful look on your face. Your hand came up to lightly touch his arm. “The signing got pushed back a week because the guy got sick, and the only return flight I could book was already cutting it close. Then my phone died — I can’t believe I forgot Joshua’s power bank again — and the cabbie never heard of this place and I couldn’t look up the address… I just gave him the nearest street I could think of and ran. But hey, I still made it, right?”

Smiling, you patted his arm almost like it was another apology. “I guess I missed a lot, though. And you guys were probably worrying about me because I couldn’t answer my phone.”

Seungcheol didn’t miss the fact that you weren’t only talking about him, but Jeonghan and Joshua too. For some reason, his chest started hurting again.

“Hey, okay, okay.” You must’ve noticed his expression and mistook it for his usual sulking. To placate him, you stepped even closer and wrapped both your arms around his torso, careful not to knock over the soccer ball still balanced on one of his hands. “How about I give you two gifts. This one—” You nodded at the ball. “—for your birthday, and whatever you want as my apology. An extra birthday wish.”

He held his breath. You were so close that he could count your eyelashes.

“Hm?” You tilted your head and raised your eyebrows, and Seungcheol could feel himself getting dizzy. “Got anything in mind?”

Slowly, Seungcheol nodded, letting his free hand drift back to its place around you. His eyes glanced downward.

“Seungcheol?” you whispered.

He leaned closer.

“Devil.”

Almost too innocently, you pulled away, tilting to the side to see Jeonghan exiting the bar, unsurprisingly followed by Joshua. 

“What happened to you?” Jeonghan asked. He stepped up to the both of you, draping an arm over Seungcheol’s shoulder. He couldn’t quite tell, but it almost felt like Jeonghan was trying to hold him back, all the while not looking away from you. “We’ve been trying to contact you all night.”

You let out a soft breath and smiled. “It’s a long story.”

Joshua jerked his head in the direction of the door. “Come on in. I ordered your favourite.” His gaze switched to Seungcheol. “You too old man.”

“Yah, who are you calling old?”

You laughed, and Jeonghan chose to hang himself off you instead, pulling you toward the restaurant. Joshua followed. 

Seungcheol stayed rooted to his spot, but he felt himself unfreeze when you looked back at him and held out your hand. He took one last look at the starless sky.

Next year. On his next birthday, he’ll make his wish.

⭒-⭒-⭒

“So?” Joshua smirks as soon as Seungcheol gets into the Blueberry’s passenger seat. “Have you thought of this year’s wish?”

He crosses his arms and makes a point of looking out the window. “Maybe that my partners don’t trick me into thinking a huge deal is about to fall through.”

“Oh, c’mon. That was funny and cute and you know it. Besides, your favourite person basically plotted the whole thing, so if you’re gonna get all sulky, you should do it at them.”

Brow raised, Seungcheol peeks over at Joshua as he drives. “It wasn’t you and Jeonghan?”

A small laugh escapes Joshua’s nose, and as if just the thought of you is warm, his smile softens. “I know you love us too, but only they’d be able to fool you with that little ruse. You’re way too wary of us.”

Well, he can’t argue with that.

“Speaking of,” Joshua says, “Obviously you know what’s going on, but you gotta prepare your shocked face for the boys. They learned what surprise parties are yesterday, and they’ve practically been bouncing up and down in excitement.” He glances over at him and smirks again. “Maybe you should practice now.”

Wary — because of course he is — Seungcheol eyes the blackbox camera of the car. “Are you recording me?”

⭒

The boys yell, “Surprise!” and jump out from behind various furniture, dashing toward Seungcheol as he crouches down to pull the little misfits into his arms. They laugh at his shocked expression and “oh my gosh I had no idea!” and the way he pretends to fall over from their affection until their cheeks go red, and Chan only lets go to run over to the kitchen, grab a bowl of homemade yakgwa from your outstretched hands, and bring it back to Seungcheol with a proud smile.

“For you!” he cheers, lifting the bowl with both hands. Seungcheol ruffles his soft black hair as thanks and then tosses a piece in his mouth, taking a moment to look up at you.

As you watch the whole exchange from the sidelines, you lean against the kitchen counter with a look that you only wear when everyone is together. Happiness comes in many forms for Seungcheol’s family, but he loves this one on you a lot. 

Chan almost drops his precious bowl when Joshua mentions making a “special surprise birthday lunch,” but Jeonghan swoops in to save both the bowl and Chan from tumbling to the floor. He and Joshua hype up making sandwiches to the kids — Seungkwan wants icing on his and Vernon wants baked beans — but it’s clear that the ulterior motive is to get Seungcheol a tiny reprieve with you. A little gift from the two of them.

“Happy birthday,” you say softly as soon as he nears, wrapping your arms around his middle. 

He gladly returns the embrace. “That was a mean prank,” he whispers.

“Was it?” You tilt your head with that smile he loves so much. “But you were so cute this morning.”

He pulls you closer. “Still. It’s my birthday, you know.”

“You’re the one who didn’t know, silly.”

His lips purse into a pout, and you chuckle, tightening your arms around him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll make it up to you. How about an extra birthday wish? Got anything in mind?”

“You know what I’m going to ask for.” He pinches your side.

Flinching with another chuckle, you lean just a little bit closer. “Maybe. It’s just the only thing you’ve used your wishes on since… how long ago now?”

He doesn’t know off the top of his head, and to be honest, it doesn’t matter right now. All he cares about is knowing he’s going to get his wish again, and next year, too. And on every birthday of his from now on.

“So?” you tease. “What’s your wish?”

He pulls you snug against him, right where you're supposed to be, and Seungcheol smiles with all the love he has to give.

“Kiss me.”

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[lleercy]

if you were to ship your moots/anons with svt members what would the pairings be? (and why?) (just the ones that come to mind immediately)

this is literally the first time i get an anon ask trying to make a great first impression ummmmmm I immediately thought of my bestie @gyu-dloml with mingyu ofc cause two hotties yk the deal and they lowkey got the same energy which will make them a power couple yeaa SHOW URSELF WHO ARE U THO

[gyu-dloml]

you only know how to spit FACTS may 💪🏻😔 and ofc you'd only think of me bc we're each other's ONLY moot 🤭 nobody asked but I ship you with our local menace Yoon Jeonghan and tbh your personality compliments him bc you match a lot with joshua. i don't even wanna imagine u and shua in the same room 😭 thank u for feeding my husband mingyu delusions <333

[lleercy]

omgg JOSHUAAA being compared with joshuas personality have to be the best thing that happened to me this month we're gonna dance to love shot 💀 AND WDYM ONLY MOOT IM NOT THAT BITCHLESS ☹️👆

[gyu-dloml]

you're welcome and I'd also like to join in for the dance 💃 AND ARE U LEAVING ME FOR OTHER BITCHES?? 😔😭

[lleercy]

if you were to ship your moots/anons with svt members what would the pairings be? (and why?) (just the ones that come to mind immediately)

this is literally the first time i get an anon ask trying to make a great first impression ummmmmm I immediately thought of my bestie @gyu-dloml with mingyu ofc cause two hotties yk the deal and they lowkey got the same energy which will make them a power couple yeaa SHOW URSELF WHO ARE U THO

[gyu-dloml]

you only know how to spit FACTS may 💪🏻😔 and ofc you'd only think of me bc we're each other's ONLY moot 🤭 nobody asked but I ship you with our local menace Yoon Jeonghan and tbh your personality compliments him bc you match a lot with joshua. i don't even wanna imagine u and shua in the same room 😭 thank u for feeding my husband mingyu delusions <333

[teasteeper]

18+ minors dni

f!reader

thinking about late night sex with mingyu after a concert where he’s tired and needy ;c

his big frame is pinning you on your back on the soft hotel bed, one long arm snaked across your lower back, the other holding the back of your head in his big palm. his face is buried into your neck and he’s trying to be quiet, but you feel so warm as you squeeze around his length and your skin is so soft and your hair smells like flowers, he can’t help but whine and ramble lowly into your ear

“so tight, so pretty, so cute”

“does it feel good baby? tell me how much you like it”

“wanna fuck you forever, baby. you’d like that, right?”

dark strands are falling over his forehead and his back muscles ripple with the effort of fucking you. he’s shifting your body up the bed with his deep thrusts, and brings a hand and his mouth to your chest to play with your tits that bounce with the movement. he’s twirling his tongue around one of your nipples with his eyes closed, soft moans vibrating against your skin

his hips don’t stop their rhythm when he lifts his head up to kiss you. his lips are so warm and soft and move against yours lazily. it’s almost like he’s drunk, but he’s just so tired from performing, and as he keeps splitting you onto his thick and leaking cock over and over, he puts more and more of his weight onto you, his warmth and the fresh smell of his body wash making you dizzy

he’s slurring his words, mumbling almost incoherently as he brings you two closer to coming

“please cum on m’cock, pretty girl, wanna feel you get tight”

“y’moans are s’pretty, keep talking to me baby, tell me how good it feels to cum around m’cock”

“gonna wake up tomorrow and make you cum s’more, feels s’good”

[gyu-dloml]

HELLPAKMDKSKSJANNS

[gyu-dloml]

Flower 🌸

Summary : A certain pretty boy comes running to you.

Pairing : Hong Joshua x Gn! reader

Genre : Idiots (fwb) to lovers, angst, fluff

Word count : 724

Warnings : Implied smut, language

It's become a routine. Every night you spend with Joshua ends up like this. You laying on top of him, both of you guys sweaty and panting. If you looked closely you could probably see fog on the windows. And you're going to wake up with sore legs and unfortunately (fortunately?) a Joshua missing by your side.

Well, atleast he's decent enough to wait while you're asleep whilst leaving. Many would argue that it's better watching your fuck buddy leave rather than them sneaking out. But it's easy for your heart and eyes to cry out when it's been hours since he's left.

But how come it all seems perfect for those hours. Why does he look at you the way you look at him? Because you're very sure you look at him with hearts in your eyes. And why does he call you all those sweet names and treat you so well when it's all probably a lie.

As every one of these nights passes, you get more and more anxious. Everytime it ends, you think to yourself 'tonight's the night, no more Shua'. Oh but like a moth to a flame, you go running back to him on every beck and call of his, expecting to not get burnt; atleast not this time please.

He's like a forbidden fruit, sweeter than honey that you apparently can taste but not have. If it was all business you wouldn't be having trouble leaving all this behind. That's why you wish he was meaner to you at work.

You wish he'd just let you be when you didn't want to eat but he comes with food in his hand, ready to force feed you if needed. You wish he didn't notice every mood swing you had and try to make it all better. You wish he didn't pluck his neighbors flowers for you on every one of him 'visit'.

And if he really does all that, you really wish he wouldn't jokingly dismiss all of your confessions.

-

"Shua."

"Yes pretty?"

"I like you."

"And I like you too."

"No, I really like you. Let me take you out for coffee."

"We take each other out on coffee almost every day!" He chuckles and gets back to his phone.

-

There's things he doesn't tell you. Things like how infatuated he is with everything about you and related to you. You like him? That's just too good to be true. He can't fathom that he could have you anymore than he has right now.

"God you're really dumb." Jeonghan says, not even sparing a glance at Joshua.

"Shut up."

"Look Joshuji, she trusts you with her body, how much more could you want? All you need to do is make it official. And trust me when I say she likes you as much as you like her. Stop being a pussy and ask her out. NOW. Or else I'm launching my Lego set at you."

Joshua scoffs, "You could never." That's just how precious Hannies Lego set is.

"Watch me." Wow, he really picked it up.

-

As you stare out of your window, spiraling with all these thoughts, your phone buzzes.

"Hello?"

"Hey." It's Joshua.

"Why are you panting? Are you alright?"

"Yeah yeah, running from Han's Lego set."

"Okay..?" That friend of Shua really surprises you everytime.

"I was wondering if I could take you up on that coffee offer?"

Your heart started beating erratically while you try to think of a response, "But it's almost 11 right now, how about later?"

"Oh no, not any longer. How about we make some? At your house, I'm on my way."

"Wow okay what's gotten into you."

"It's a date then. Do you want me to ask you out romantically?"

"What the fuck are you on Hong?"

"Do you really want me to do this on the phone?"

And you've seen all kinds of Joshua - delirious Shua, drunk Shua and hangry Shua and you know for a fact that he'd never joke about this. But you still need time to process that it's all finally happening.

"No, just come over quick."

"I'm running to you princess, two minutes more."

You can hear him running when all of a sudden he adds,

"Wait fuck, I forgot to pluck Mr. Yang's flowers!!"

"That's called stealing, Joshua Hong."

"Anything for you."

yet, another one on a whim 🥰 tumblr on mobile will make me crazy, I'll change a few things when i come back 😠😭

[gyu-dloml]

whens ur next post 🔫 I want more

awhhh 😭😭😭 thenk u may for being the only one who looks forward to my stuff 😔💗 I'll go write a shua fic for u now 🤓

[thepixelelf]

ah! love - 2

genres: married life au, family au, fluff, comedy [best friends to lovers?] relationship: husbands 95 line x reader (feat. baby doremi line) words: 3.4k warnings and notes: mentions of alcohol; coarse language. y'all wanted more and so did I. any stuff in this au will likely not be chronological. I literally had to think about how to tell a kid they're adopted for this it sucked. (I still love it)

part 1 of ah! love

Seungkwan learns a new word.

Seungkwan, like all other five (and a half!) year-olds, knows everything.

He knows how to cook eggs and how many sides an octagon has. He knows to always ask papa Jeonghan for extra sweets because he's the only one who ever says yes after you've said no. (His other parents also say yes, sometimes, if you've left the room, but Jeonghan is always the fastest to cave.) He knows Chan is a baby who doesn't know anything. 

And he knows he and Vernon are The Twins.

Because when it's time for dinner, and Seungkwan is playing with Vernon in their room, papa Joshua always asks you, "Can you grab the twins?"

When papa Seungcheol comes home from (well, hm, maybe Seungkwan doesn't know everything) wherever he goes when they go to kindergarten, he kisses you on the cheek in the entryway, kicks off his shoes, then crouches down, arms open and awaiting for Seungkwan and Vernon to barrel into them, and growls happily, "There are my twins!" 

And when he found you in the kitchen one night, while you were sitting on the counter (which is not allowed!!), with papa Jeonghan standing between your legs for reasons unclear to Seungkwan, you both looked surprised. Seungkwan concluded this was because papa Jeonghan had just whispered, "The twins are asleep," and Seungkwan was, in fact, not. 

Which is why he scoffs at the older girl who came up to him and Vernon on the playground. Vernon is busy building his sand tunnels, but the girl has Seungkwan's full attention.

"You are not twins," she says.

"Yes we are."

She is unrelenting. "No. My big brothers are twins, and they look exactly the same."

Seungkwan looks over at Vernon, who's now mixing wet sand and dry sand into a big ol' pile of sand soup. They don't look alike at all, he knows. His hair is black, and Vernon's is brown. His cheeks are rounder — sometimes you pretend to bite into them before planting a kiss — while Vernon's are a bit pinker.

"We are twins," Seungkwan says again, because maybe not all twins are like her big brothers. Maybe some twins are like him and Vernon.

Besides, his papas say they're twins. Why wouldn't they be?

The girl crosses her arms. "My big brothers have the same birthday."

Seungkwan is about to bite back, say something like maybe not all twins have the same birthday, meanie! but Vernon waves his hand in the air, yelling out, "Ms Han!" 

Their teacher comes over, bending and putting her hands on her knees as she asks Vernon what's going on.

He points at the girl. "She's saying we're not twins because we don't have the same birthday."

"Oh." Ms Han scratches the back of her neck, "Well, sweetie, the thing is…"

⭒

Jeonghan's shaky eyes glance at the rear-view mirror again, half checking for cars and half checking up on the babies in the back seat.

Seungkwan has been quiet the entire eight minutes they've been driving, which might be normal if he was any kindergartner other than Seungkwan. Vernon can get talkative too, but right now he's completely silent, immersed in squishing and un-squishing his favourite toy — a plushie shaped like a baked bean (Jeonghan has no idea where you found that thing or why Vernon is obsessed with it) — between his tiny fingers. 

Of course, Jeonghan had to be the one on pick-up duty the day one of their teachers finally gave them the whole, you may have to explain adoption talk. 

"So," he says, awkward, trying to smile. "How was school?"

Vernon squeezes his toy again. "It was," he says, and nothing else.

God, Jeonghan needs backup.

As soon as Jeonghan pulls up to the house, unbuckles the twins from their booster seats, and ushers them inside, Vernon pulls off his shoes and dashes into the house — to you, Jeonghan is sure. Vernon doesn't play favourites except that he does.

Seungkwan, though, looks up at Jeonghan and tugs his pant leg, saying, "Papa Shua wants to talk to you in his room."

Which isn't true, of course; Seungkwan hasn't been all of thirty seconds in the house, and Joshua isn't even home, out on an errand. But Jeonghan can take a social cue, even if it is from a five year old. As he climbs the stairs, he pulls out his phone and messages the guys to try to come home as soon as they can.

⭒

You're reading to Chan on the living room couch, him tucked under your left arm and a quiet Vernon who's wormed his way under your right arm clutching your shirt like you're both afloat in open water, when Seungkwan walks up, climbs onto your lap, (shoving the book out of the way in the process,) and presses his face into your stomach. He mumbles something you can't quite hear.

You chuckle, bringing a hand up to run over his soft hair. "What's that, baby?"

Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyelids low with the gaze of a war-hardened veteran. "They're lying," he says, no nonsense in sight.

Your hand pauses. "Huh?"

"We gotta leave. They lied. Could be lying about anything."

You try to smile past the confusion. "What do you mean?"

Seungkwan, sweet, adorable, chubby-cheeked Seungkwan whom you love with all your heart, fists the material of your top in both his hands, growling in a way you somehow know is protective. 

"We gotta get outta here."

⭒-⭒-⭒

"Please get me out of here."

Joshua snorted at your plea, his voice soft and teasing through the phone. “What happened to ‘living out your twenties’?”

You let your eyes roam over your surroundings — a house party (a frat one in particular, you were pretty sure) with flashing coloured lights, late 2000’s top 40 songs, and what must've been over a hundred drunken 18-22 year olds. A haze hung in the air that smelled like the unholy combination of cotton candy, root beer, green apple, and skunk. A younger friend you’d made at your internship had invited you, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“I take it back,” you said, walking through the house in search of your friend. “I’m old now. I’m a hermit.”

“You’re not old.”

You scoffed. “You’re only saying that because you don’t wanna admit you’re old.”

“No, I’m serious,” Joshua argued, though you could tell he was smiling as he spoke. “We’re only like a quarter of the way through our lives— there’s still so much ahead.”

“Okay Socrates, whatever.” You pulled your phone away from your ear when you felt it vibrate. Your friend answered your last message, telling you they were heading home to take care of another friend they trust, and that they’d text you when they got there. “I’m just trying to get out of here so I can go home, steep a nice cup of decaf tea, and, I dunno, take up knitting or something. Granny style.”

Some shuffling happened on the other end of the line, and you thought you heard Joshua say something, but not to you.

“Anyway,” you sighed, winding your way through the crowd to finally leave that steam room of a house party. “I just called to complain. I’m gonna call a taxi.”

“Don’t bother. I’m on my way.”

You paused, your hand on a stair railing. “What?”

“I’m coming to pick you up,” Joshua spoke with all the nonchalance of someone ordering coffee.

Glancing at your phone screen, you countered with, “It’s almost midnight.”

“Yeah, well, I’m already driving, so it’d actually be more inconsiderate of you to tell me to turn around if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Joshua…”

"Shush," he tutted. "Just stay on the line with me until I get there. And drink some water if you can." There was a pause as you heard noises through the phone. Joshua added, "But only if you find a sealed water bottle, or pour the water yourself."

You finally reached the front entrance, content to wait outdoors for your unexpected ride since the weather wasn't too bad. "Do I sound drunk to you?"

"You didn't drink?"

"I mean, I had one," you said with a shrug he couldn't even see. 

"Well maybe that explains why you're not having a good time."

"You're such a bad influence, Shua."

"Saying that to your designated driver is so rude, just so you know."

"I didn't ask you to DD!"

Joshua sighed playfully. "Yeah, yeah. As if you don't know we'd do anything for you."

Mouth open, you fumbled with what words to say in your head.

Did you know that? Maybe you did.

You knew that if you and Joshua had switched places, you would've done exactly the same thing he was doing now.

And why did he say "we"?

Before you could vocalize anything, Joshua said, "I see you. Turn around."

And there it was— Joshua's tiny, bright blue hatchback, affectionately dubbed the Blueberry by you and your three boys.

Speaking of whom…

"Jeonghan?" You blinked at the man in the passenger seat when he rolled down the window.

"Hey, devil," he let the nickname fall from his lips with a smirk. It was a new one, this moniker for you, his payback for you jokingly calling him an angel. He jerked his head in a gesture towards the back seat. "We're busting you out of this joint."

You huffed out a laugh at his joke, yanking open the back door of the Blueberry. Immediately, a pair of large, grabby hands pulled you inside. "Whoa— Seungcheol, you too?"

Too tired apparently to answer with words, Seungcheol only nodded, reaching over your shoulder to take your seatbelt, extend it over you, and buckle it in. He settled back down in the middle seat rather than the more spacious one on the other side of the car. Closing his eyes and crossing his arms, he relaxed his entire body and let his head fall onto your shoulder, all without a word.

"Were you asleep?" you asked him quietly as Joshua pulled away from the curb.

Seungcheol just breathed in deeply and leaned more of his weight on you.

"Guys…" You turned your attention to the two boys in front. "You didn't have to drag him along too. Did you wake him up for this?"

Joshua scoffed. "As if. You think I'd poke a sleeping bear on purpose?"

Twisting in his seat to face you, Jeonghan smiled in that sweet yet devious way you like so much. "He was worried about you all night, devil. Paced around the apartment for two hours, going on and on about 'kids these days' before he tired himself out and zonked on the couch. We tried to leave quietly, but he woke up and insisted on coming once he found out it was you on the phone."

"Oh," you said at the same time you thought you heard Seungcheol mumble, "Shut up."

You softly patted Seungcheol's arm, your fingers brushing against his with the way his hands were wrapped around his own biceps. "You know I can take care of myself, right?"

Seungcheol didn't answer, as you should've expected. Eyes still closed, he just flexed his fingers to hook one around your pinky and keep your hand where it was.

Meeting your eyes in the rear-view mirror, Joshua said, "We'd better get him home before he actually falls asleep back there. No way am I carrying him up the stairs."

"What do ya say, devil?" Jeonghan prompted. "Sleepover at ours?"

You smiled. "How could I ever say no to you guys?"

⭒-⭒-⭒

"Seungkwan," you say softly, a little bit confused and a little bit amused. "Who's lying?"

He sits up on your lap and cups both his hands around his mouth, only to not-really-whisper, "Parents."

"Me?" You point at yourself.

"Nooooooo!" Seungkwan whines with a pout, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Our other parents!"

You think about how Jeonghan was the one who went to pick up the boys from kindergarten... and how he's nowhere in sight now. "Papa Jeonghan is lying?"

Seungkwan nods emphatically, and to your surprise, Vernon nods too at your side. Chan sits in rapt attention of his older brother, who is probably blowing his four year old mind.

"And papa Shua," Seungkwan adds. "And papa Seungcheol."

You furrow your brows and tilt your head. "What are they lying about?"

"They said we are twins," Seungkwan finally reveals, and it starts to dawn on you. His words become frantic, voice wavering. "But Ms Han said we can't be twins because we have different birthdays, so we can't be twins bio-- bio--" He hiccups. "--logically."

"That's a big word," you say, because it's a struggle to respond with anything else right away. What-- Ms Han is teaching biology now?

Vernon gets out from under your arm and sits on his knees beside you on the couch. He holds up his hand for a high five. "Biologically."

Still a bit shocked, you high five him, then Seungkwan when he also puts his hand up. To be fair, that's what you do when they learn new, long words. The tears brimming in Seungkwan's eyes shouldn't deter learning encouragement, right?

"That's why we gotta go." Seungkwan sniffles. "Maybe they lie to you also. Maybe they are not biologically your husbands!"

God-- the parenting books don't teach shit like this.

"Seungkwan..." you start, though you don't know how to form the next sentence.

Vernon takes your hand and wraps all his tiny fingers around it. "Let's run away," he says with a determined nod, like a secret lover in a fairy tale.

Chan's eyes widen, and he throws himself around your middle. "I gonna save you!"

"Boys-- Wait--"

The front door bursts open to reveal a dishevelled Seungcheol. His hair is wild and fluffy, his tie loosened, and his suit jacket is in his hand rather than worn. He's barely thrown his shoes off by the time his catches sight of Seungkwan's teary eyes and your slightly-panicked expression. Immediately, he jogs towards the couch in, to you, obvious concern. "What's going on--"

But before he can get too close, Seungkwan lets out a terrified, demon-like shriek. He picks up the closest item -- the storybook you'd been reading to Chan -- and chucks it as hard as he can towards your husband.

It only hits the floor at Seungcheol's feet, but it causes him to freeze. He gawks at the book, then raises his head to look at you and the way your boys have all wrapped their little arms as tight as they can around whatever parts of you they can reach, their heads tucked in, hiding.

You can see it in his eyes-- him registering that they're scared of him.

"I--" His expression tightens, lips pressing together to stop from quivering.

From seemingly nowhere, Jeonghan appears, putting a comforting hand on Seungcheol's arm and pulling him out of the room. He whispers, "Let's give them a minute."

Both your husbands make eye contact with you as you tentatively hug your sons, and you nod, silently letting them know that you'll be okay.

("What the hell was that?" Seungcheol whispers harshly as soon as he and Jeonghan make it upstairs. "You said to come home ASAP-- I thought someone got hurt!"

Jeonghan crosses his arms. "Why wouldn't I just say someone was hurt?"

"You have got to be clearer in your texts.")

"Seungkwan." You readjust your body, trying not to jostle your sons too much. "Seungkwan, baby, can you look at me please?"

He lifts his head to meet your eyes.

"Did Ms Han tell you what 'biologically' means?"

Seungkwan's face scrunches up as he tries to find an answer to your question, and in that moment, Vernon sits up. "Real," he says.

"Now, that's not quite right," you tell them, and at that, all three of your boys look at you for an explanation. "A 'biological parent' is one of two people who made a baby, and that is their 'biological child."

The boys stay quiet, taking in the information. Thank goodness-- you don't want to have to skirt around the topic of "making" children.

"Biological twins," you continue, "are when two babies are made together, at the same time. Which is why they have the same birthday."

"We are not twins," Vernon reaffirms.

"That's right."

Seungkwan frowns. "Why do you call us 'the twins'?"

"It's just a nickname, sweetie. You and Vernon were born in the same year, and you do everything together, so for me and your other parents, you are kind of like twins." You smile. "Do you want us to stop calling you that? It's okay if you don't like it."

Putting a hand on his chin, Seungkwan ponders seriously for more than a few seconds.

"You can always change your mind at any time, okay?" you say, and he nods, continuing to think.

Chan tugs at your sleeve, and you turn to him. "Are you bio...ly marry?"

You chuckle. "No. Marriage is a little different-- your papas and I decided we wanted to be a family, so we chose each other, and to stay together. And now..." You boop Chan's nose, then Seungkwan's then Vernon's. "...you boys are part of our family, too."

Vernon perks up. "Did you choose us too?"

"Yup." You reach up a hand to ruffle through his brown hair. "And you know what? That makes you special. I may not be your biological parent, but I chose you three to be my sons, and I love you so much. That makes me your parent, don't you think?"

All three boys nod, Vernon still beaming, and Chan's hands clutching your sleeve. Seungkwan relaxes in your lap.

You hear the sound of the front door opening again, and, much slower than the last person, Joshua enters the house with two bags full of groceries. Chan pushes himself off you and slides off the couch to run towards Joshua, bouncing in front of him with his arms in the air. "Uppies."

Without a second beat, Joshua puts down the grocery bags on the bench by the door and scoops Chan into his arms. He walks up to the couch. "I just got Jeonghan's text. What's going on?"

You just smile and shake your head, taking one of Seungkwan's and Vernon's hands in each of yours. "And you know your papas love you more than anything too, right?"

While the boys nod, Joshua just blinks, totally lost. Chan hugs him tighter.

"I bet Seungcheol is a little bit sad about how you guys acted when he got home--"

Seungkwan pouts and drops his head. "I'm sorry..."

You squeeze his hand. "You don't have to be sorry, baby." You tighten your hand around Vernon's as well. "Either of you. You didn't understand something and it made you scared. That's okay. But now Seungcheol might not understand something, so we should help him, right?"

"How?" Vernon asks.

You tap your chin and look upwards, pretending to think. "Hmmm... How about we go upstairs and give him a biiiiiig hug!"

It turns out to be a great idea, because you find Seungcheol in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking desolate. Seungkwan and Chan climb him like monkeys, though, and they wrap themselves around him, press kisses to his face, and as soon as you mouth to Seungcheol that you'll explain later, all is right in the world again.

There's no brighter a smile on Cheol's face than when he's with his sons.

You stand, watching, with your arms crossed, satisfied with the scene until Jeonghan comes up and stands next to you, mimicking your stance. You swat at his arm, to which he reacts with such a pained facial expression, you'd think you just cut it off.

"I cannot believe you abandoned me to deal with that on my own!"

"Hey! I called for backup, didn't I?"

You roll your eyes. "A load of good that did."

"Aw, c'mon, devil..." Jeonghan slides closer to you, then wraps his arms around you and leans in to press his lips to your cheek. "Can I kiss it better?"

⭒

Joshua watches you and the twins run into Seungcheol's room with no further explanation, and he turns his attention to the youngest in his arms. "You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you?"

Chan shakes his head. "I'm four."

"Right."

[thepixelelf]

Tagging everyone who asked for/wanted/seemed to want another part of ah! love 💕

@gyu-dloml @solehobi @desi-brownie @justexistingdontmind @luvscoups1 @imaginegot7bangtan @neofixcs @seokgyuu

[gyu-dloml]

okay now im shamelessly going to ask for ONE MORE PART OF ME W MY 3 SONS AD 3 HUSBANDS!!!! no but fr u are insane for writing yet another masterpiece, you have contributed to my ever increasing baby fever (and svt as hubby's obsession) i loved everything about this so thank you so much >.< it's time to read both the parts again <333

[gyu-dloml]

Love, for me?

Summary : When the loveliest person loves you.

Pairing : Boo Seungkwan x Gn! reader

Genre : Fluff, confession, just lots of love

Word count : 909

Warnings : Kissing? other than that none :p

You watch him from tables away, where he talks animatedly with his friends. You think you're hallucinating when you see light emerge from him, he's just so bright. Sometimes all you can see is him and his beautiful smile. You wonder how you got so lucky, that you have a Boo Seungkwan in your life.

He looks at you every 5 minutes as if to tell you he knows you're there, and that he sees you too. Everytime you go to prepare a drink or pack some pastries, all you think about is him even when your eyes aren't on him.

It's closing time now and all of Seungkwans friend left an hour ago but he stayed back to help you lock up.

"Kwannie you don't have to do this everyday, I'm fine packing up by myself."

"Too bad that I'm not fine with you staying at the store and going home alone so late at night." And his 'protective' tone makes you chuckle.

When everything's done, the two of you are on your way to your house. This had become a routine, Seungkwan comes in after work and gets his daily complimentary Americano (perks of having a café owner as his best friend) and then he works until you finish up and leave.

As each day passes, you find yourself falling more and more for him because how could you not when he's being perfect all the time. And it's no secret that Seungkwan too had been pursuing you.

"What do you think about going to the park right now? For some time only." Seungkwan proposes the idea, and who are you to say no to spending more time with him. So you guys find yourself on a bench in the park.

It's completely empty and you can see multiple stars in the sky. Cool wind blows as you can smell the damp mud, it must have rained earlier. And there's this perfect silence in the air which makes you want to stop time.

You close you eyes for a moment and wish that Seungkwan is always a part of your life, no matter friends or lover, you just can't imagine a day without him. And as you open your eyes you see him kneeling before you and holding both your hands.

"Seungkwan, what are you doing? You'll get your pants soiled."

"That can be fixed, but listen to me for a while, hmm?" You nod as he continues.

"I'm pretty sure you know but I've liked you for so long I can't even remember and these days I find myself waking up with the thought of you, seeing you at the end of the day is what keeps me going at work and even after I drop you off, I think about you all night and you've fucked my sleep schedule up. But I love that, I love that you make me go insane and sometimes I can't understand your bullshit but I'd listen to you for hours. I love when you get jealous of other people when I only have eyes for you and I just... Fuck, I'm scared it might be too early and I don't want to scare you away but Y/n I love you." He takes a deep breath and finally looks up from your intertwined hand to your eyes.

"I love you so much." He whispers.

You'd been staring at him for all this while but now the waterworks have started. You start crying and Seungkwan starts panicking - What if he did or said something wrong? Do you not like him back?

"Are you okay? Please talk to me munchkin." Seungkwan says patting your hair and you start explaining but he can't understand a word of it so he lifts your head up, so now you guys look into each other's eyes.

After and big exhale and inhale, you start "God, Kwannie I've loved you for as long as I can remember and I always feared you'd realize how you could do so much better but you were always there with me, for me. There was nothing as easy as falling for you, you make me so happy."

"If anyone's undeserving here, it's me Y/n. And all of that means you love me right?." His anxious expressions makes you laugh and leap into a hug on the dirty ground.

"I love you, I love you, I love you more than anything Seungkwan. And I'll cut your tongue off if I ever hear you say something bad about yourself."

"That means you don't get to say it too." You nod as you see tears forming his eyes while he breaks out in the smile you're in love with.

"You all dirty, baby." He says bringing a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ears.

"Doesn't matter. Aren't we going to kiss?" You say getting closer to him, hand still around each other.

"Ohhh, look at you getting all bold on me"

"Shut up" Oh and you shut him right up with a kiss on his lips. It's perfect without tongue but so much love, pulling each other so close as if you could get any closer.

Right now, for the first time in your life, everything was perfect. The man you unconditionally love, love's you back as much and you're kissing him in a random park - clothes all dirty, on the ground after the most heart wrenching confessions were made.

Everything I've written by far has been on a whim, v impromptu but I hope you guys like this one too!

[duhnova]

bad dog | kim mingyu

sub!mingyu x dom fem!reader

word count: ~2.7k

warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), pwop, mingyu chained up, sub!mingyu (technically switch!mingyu but he’s more of a sub in this), big dick mingyu, “manhandling” (light thigh/hip smacking), dumbification, overstimulation if you squint, oral (f receiving), face riding, mingyu is absolutely pussy drunk, nipple play (male), hint of breeding kink, hints of a marking kink, lots of begging, reader gets leg cramps, mingyu is called puppy (affectionate) and dog (derogatory), begging, pillow humping, multiple orgasms (male), mingyu cries?, soft aftercare, sleepy and whiney mingyu (post sex), ok maybe there is a little plot at the end? let me know if i forgot anything. — do not mind any grammatical errors / typos, i tried.

inspired by @onlyseokmins and this post!

“y/n.” mingyu breathes out quietly, he stares at the way you tighten the restraints around his wrists so there was no possible way for him to wiggle free. he pouts a little when he doesn’t get a response and he tugs on the ropes a little.

“be a good boy gyu.” you give him a little mischievous grin as you crawl off the bed to fully strip down to nothing, slowly making your way back on top of him.

“be a good boy? since when were you the one call-“ mingyu gasps when you pinch at his nipple lightly. “fuck.” he curses quietly.

“watch your tongue, dog.” mingyu nods slowly as he watches the way you lean down to kiss at his chest, biting and sucking dark marks everywhere you go.

“god, y/n..” he groans as he rests his head back against the pillows he was situated against. the closer your mouth got to his nipples the harder he tugged on the ropes before you finally took one in your mouth, biting it gently.

hissing quietly mingyu squeezes his eyes shut, letting a low groan rumble through his chest. it wasn’t long before you were pulling away, watching the bud harden as he whines at the cold air making contact with it.

“so pretty.” you whisper as you continue to kiss a trail down his stomach, making sure to run your tongue over every line of his abs. he shudders a little as his hips rut up, a quiet moan escaping his lips as his stomach flexes wt the feeling of your tongue.

“please.” he almost whimpers, the tent in his boxers very prominent. you laugh a little as you sit up to look down at all the progress you’ve made in marking his body up.

“please what?” you tilt your head and watch the way that mingyu blushes and looks away from you, getting shy all of a sudden. it was cute how he tried to hide his face as he bucks his hips up again to motion at his erection.

you tsk and shake your head as you poke a finger at his bulge prompting mingyu to whimper and buck his hips up, the small touch making precum already leak out.

“please touch me.” he finally breaths out as he looks at you out the corner of his eye, his face still pressed against his arm.

“but i am touching you.” you fake pout as your finger ghosts along the length of his dick, smirking a little when it twitches a little. he bucks his hips up again and whines.

“god y/n, touch my dick please, do whatever you want i just need you to touch me.” he finally spits out, which earns him a quiet laugh as you finally tug his boxers off, your own whine leaving you when his angry cock slaps against his stomach.

“you have such a pretty dick, fitting for a pretty pup like you.” you stumble as you wrap your hand gingerly around the base, giving it a little squeeze before you lean down to kiss the tip.

you hum quietly when mingyu moans loudly, more precum dripping out as his legs tense. he was so frustrated he could cum just from you simply breathing on his dick.

“you look like you’re ready to cum just from a couple touches.” you mumble as you let his dick go which causes him to whimper. you bite your lip as you watch the way his dick twitches when you rub your hands up and down his thighs to help his legs relax.

you lean back down to kiss and lick a trail back up his stomach and chest, cooing when he whines and bucks his hips up.

“need you,” he breathes out, throwing his head back when you flick your tongue over one of his nipples. “shit!” his jaw clenches and his eyes squeeze shut.

“patience pup,” you mumble before you sit up, moving so you’re straddling his chest. mingyu looks down at where your pussy meets his chest, whining when your juices flow out, puddling in-between his pecs.

“want to taste you.” he mumbled, absolutely mesmerized by how pretty you look. his mouth was practically watering at the sight of you.

“now that’s no way to ask for something dog, what’s the magic word?” you tangle your fingers in mingyus hair to tug his head back to look him in the eyes.

“i want to taste you please, so badly.” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes as he popped his bottom lip out. your lips twitch a little as you give him a smile.

“good boy, see that wasn’t so hard now was it?” you let go of his hair and push his head back down against the pillows. “now relax.”

mingyu watches you intensely, so much love in his eyes as he licks his lips. you move to rest your hands on the headboard, straddling mingyus face but not sitting down just yet.

“fuck, your pussy is so pretty.” he groans quietly and leans up to kiss your folds, poking his tongue out to hit your clit. you moan and push his forehead so his head is resting back again.

“such an eager dog, want to please me that bad?” you mumble, a light blush on your face. mingyu nods quickly, making a noise of excitement.

“wanna please you so badly.” he sticks his tongue out, urging you to finally sit down on his face. his nose nestled against your clit and his tongue eagerly lapping at your hole.

“fuck,” you gasp, closing your eyes and rocking your hips gently against his nose and mouth. he groans quietly, slurping at your juices and circling his tongue around before he’s tilting his head to catch your clit in his mouth. he sucks on it drawing a loud moan from you before you grip his hair again, depositions so his nose is hitting your clit again.

mingyu whines against your cunt as he lapped at it like a hungry dog, the vibrations went straight through you as you gasp and moan louder, resting your forehead against the headboard. your fingers tangled in his hair give you more leverage as you continue to rock your hips, bumping your clit against his nose.

“fuck, can’t get enough can you?” you breathe out as you look down at mingyus closed eyes as he whines again, sucking harder and sticking his tongue in you as deep as he can. “such a hungry little dog.”

mingyus hips rut up into the air searching for some type of friction, his arms flexing as he tugs on his restraints harder. he so desperately wanted to touch you and he was one strong tug away from getting just that.

“don’t you dare break the headboard gyu.” you grunt out as you reach over for a pillow, moving it to rest on top of mingyus dick. he whispers as his legs squeeze around the pillow to keep it in place.

he keeps bucking his hips up into the pillow, moaning as he eats you out faster. his mind was starting to go fuzzy as he got sloppier. you moan as you lean back and rest a hand on top of the pillow offering him more friction and contact.

“y/n.” his whines were muffled by your pussy as you keep rocking your hips as his own stutter, cumming all over the pillow and his stomach.

“fuck, did you cum already?” you pant out as you stop rocking your hips, moving to sit back and look at mingyus face covered in your juices. he whines and tries to follow your pussy with his mouth, his tongue sticking out.

he was panting and blushing as he nods his head quickly, his eyes closing and his head falling back as he licks at his lips. he moans at the taste of you still lingering before he’s tilting his head down to watch you move around, taking the pillow off his dick and tossing it to the floor.

“have to get a new one tomorrow.” you mumble as you ghost your hands down his thighs, soothing at the tense muscles. “relax baby, we’re not done yet.” you look up wt him through your eyelashes before you drag your tongue up the base of his dick, following the vein.

he gasps and tosses his head back and bucking his hips up. he curses quietly and tugs on the ropes again, a quiet crack could be heard which earns mingyu a smack to his hip.

“what did i say about the headboard dog?” you watch mingyu, your gaze hardening.

“i’m sorry, please,” he whispers as he lifts his head to look back down at you. “i just wanna feel your mouth.” his bottom lip juts out as he pouts a little.

“i don’t think you deserve to feel my mouth.” you mumble as you lean forward to nip at where his v-line meets his hips.

“please, i’ll be good i promise.” he pants out, bucking his hips up.

“you said that last time, now look at where you’re at.” you mumble, sucking a dark spot into his hip.

“please y/n, i’ll be a good dog.” he whines, he grinds his hips up into your stomach. his dick was painfully hard again despite cumming not even five minutes ago.

“will you really?” you mumble as you trail kisses back up his body, nipping at his nipple when he nods his head.

“yes!” he gasps out when you bite a little harder. “i’ll be a good dog, such a good dog.” he was almost babbling as this point, moaning when he felt the slick folds of your pussy rub against the underside of his dick. “fuck!”

he bucks his hips up, knocking the tip of his dick against your entrance. he wraps his fingers around the ropes and squeezes, trying to keep himself from breaking free.

“fuck gyu,” you breathe out, resting your forehead against his shoulder when he kept rocking his hips against your clit. “be a good dog and i’ll fuck you properly.”

“i’ll be a good dog,” he moans out, his hips still bucking up until you smack his hips signaling him to stop moving. “fuck, please.” he breathes out as he wills himself to stop moving, his dick already dripping precum.

“good boy.” you mumble before you sit up, moving to get comfortable before positioning the tip of his dick at your entrance. taking a deep breath you slowly lower down onto it, hissing at the stretch.

no matter how many times you two have sex you never get used to his size. he filled you up perfectly, his tip nestling perfectly against your cervix when he’s bottomed out.

“fuck.” yours eyes flutter closed as you bite at your bottom lip. you can’t even be mad when mingyu starts bucking his hips up, moaning as he jostles you up and down.

“feels so good,” he moans as he throws his head back, his feet planted on the bed as he bucks his hips up. your fingers dig into his chest as you begin to bounce up and down to meet his thrusts. “fuck, y/n. more. need more.” he babbles.

you rub at his chest, bouncing faster. at some point he stops bucking up to let you do your own thing, the pleasure becoming to much for him to keep up with his rhythm.

“keep going… gonna cum.” he pants out, moaning loudly when you clench around him. you could feel his legs tense and seconds away from his orgasm you gasp out, your own legs tensing up. a cramp formed in your thigh as you jolt a little, stopping your movements.

a pained whine escapes you as you dig your fingers into mingyus chest. you curse quietly as you move forward off of his dick which causes him to whimper.

“why’d you stop, please don’t stop.” he pants out as his hips keep bucking up, rubbing his dick against the curve of your ass.

“need a break pup, my legs are hurting.” you soothe at your thighs, helping the muscles relax after all the movement they’ve been doing.

“just.. just stick it back in, i can do all the work.. please.” he sounded almost pathetic with how he begged, his hips bucking faster as he tried to chase the orgasm that was ripped from him when you pulled off him.

“stop bucking your hips.” you hiss quietly as you smack his hip gently. “don’t want you cumming anywhere except for inside me.”

“can’t.. wanna cum.” he babbles as he keeps rutting his hips up, whining at the friction (or lack there of).

“such a bad dog, can’t even follow simple orders.” you sigh quietly, a loving smile on your face as you move so that mingyu can push back into you when he bucks his hips up. his mouth falls open and his head falls back as he moans loudly, his hips bucking faster as you meet his thrusts with the same ferocity.

“fuck fuck fuck.” he whines loudly, his hips stuttering as he finally cums deep inside you. “y/nnnnn.” he draws out your name as he gasps and moans higher when you keep bouncing.

“fuck gyu, feel so full.” you moan as you bite your lip and watch the way his eyes begin to water as he becomes overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure. “such a pretty dog, gonna cry for me?” you lean down to kiss at the corner of his eyes as he tugs on his restraints, cracking the wood of the headboard.

“y/n please,” he pants, and it’s all he can get out before he’s moaning at the feeling of you clenching around him, your own orgasm washing over you as you moan out his name.

you slow down to a stop as you lay there on top of mingyu for a couple minutes, trying to catch your breath. you’re gently running your hands over his chest and sides before your slowly moving to off of him, his softening dick falling lump against his stomach.

“you were such a good boy,” you mumble as you untie his hands finally. “did so good for me.” you kiss his forehead as he smiles tiredly.

“did i make you feel good?” he whispers as he slowly opens his eyes to watch you walk to the bathroom.

“made me feel amazing, like you always do baby.” you smile at him as you come back into the room with a warm wash cloth, whipping up his body and being mindful of how sensitive he is. “did i make you feel good?”

“so good,” he breathes out as he closes his eyes again and settles against the pillows, lifting his hips when you slide a clean pair of boxers onto his hips. “should let you tie me up more often.” he smiles shyly.

“yeah? you liked being helpless under my touch?” you smirk as you watch him nod, his face heating up as he blushes.

“loved it,” he mumbles as he reaches for the blanket that was thrown off to the side.

“oh no, you gotta get up gyu so i can change the covers real quick.” he whines loudly in protest as you help him sit up. “hey no whining, you got cum all over the place.”

“well who’s fault was that.” he cocks an eyebrow at you prompting you to roll your eyes and gently shove him off the bed so you can change the bedding.

“technically yours for not being able to hold it.” you laugh when he huffs and flops back down onto the bed, wrapping himself up in all of the covers. “little shit.” you mumble under your breath as your ruffle up his hair.

“‘m so tired.” he yawns and snuggles deeper into the covers. “haven’t cummed that many times that quickly before.”

“you handled it like a champ though, im proud of you pup.” you wander around the room, tossing dirty laundry into the basket and gathering clean clothes so you can go shower and clean up. mingyu makes a sound of appreciation as he slowly drifts off to sleep.

comments + feedback is greatly appreciated!

[gyu-dloml]

i have nothing to say 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[gyu-dloml]

Sweet Thing ❤️‍🩹

Summary : After a tiring exam season, your boyfriend is here to comfort you even when you forget about your plans together.

Pairing : Kwon Soonyoung/ Hoshi x Gn! reader

Genre : Established relationship, fluff

Word count : 594

Warnings : Kissing, self doubt (a lil), implied smut at the end

A/n : I wrote this very specific plot for my bestie @scoupsshii I hope you like it <3

It's over. It's finally over. Your exams are over and you couldn't be more happy and tired right now. Now you have a month to catch up on the sleep you've missed. You feel like you could pass out right now. And that's what you do, fall asleep so quick when you get home.

You're woken up by your apartment door opening. You're still in a haze but panic sets in when you look out of the window and its already dark. You were supposed to go on an extravagant date that your boyfriend has been preparing, you made him wait until your exams were over, not that he minded. But as days went you could tell he was very excited to spend an entire day with you.

"Y/n? Babe, are you still sleeping?" Soonyoung comes in with a bag full of things and with face full of worry.

As soon as you see him you start apologizing, "Soonie I'm so sorry, I slept and forgot to set up an alarm but I'm sure you called-"

Soonyoung leaves the bag on the floor and comes running to your side of the bed and kisses you to stop you from talking. "Don't apologize love." He breaks away to say that and starts kissing you again.

After a while when you guys pull apart, he can see that you're still feeling guilty.

"I figured you were tired, so I called your roommate and she told me you were sleeping."

"But our date-"

He chuckles, "Babe we have a whole month to do whatever we want, don't stress yourself cute thing."

"So, will you stay the night." You look up at him with the most puppy-like look you can muster up.

"Ofcourse" He smiles and it pushed his cheeks upward, you really want to bite him right then.

He climbs the bed and makes you lay on top of him.

"I'm so happy now" You hum into his chest.

"I brought fried chicken and the snacks you like, I'm sure you woke up hungry."

"You're so perfect baby." You kiss his chest as you praise him.

A few minutes go by while you guys cuddle and slowly all your worries fade away.

"Sweet thing I can hear you thinking, what's up?" Your Soonie knows you so well.

"What if I messed up?"

"On your exams?"

"Yeah, I feel like I'll miss for a little, like what if I fail to get in just for a few marks?"

"My baby, come here." He pulls you up so now you're completely laying on him with a hand above each of his shoulders and looking in his eyes.

"I've seen you work your ass off, you studied day and night and I'm sure you're very much deserving of passing. And whatever happens please know everybody, especially me are so incredibly proud of you."

"Thank you Soonie." You say as you give him a small smile because suddenly he's making you feel emotional.

You were preparing for one of the toughest entrance exam, and while you did give your best, you still had your doubts. But when you're in the presence of your beloved, he made you feel nothing but happy.

"Anytime, love." He says as he starts turning you around and now he's on top of you.

"I hate to see you cry, unless it's because I make you feel good. Let me love you and make you forget about everything but me." He says as he starts going down on you.

And make you forget, he absolutely did.

[beefboyandbabygirl]

Girl Code (18+)

pairing: student!jihoon x student!reader

genre: college au, angst, smut (MDNI), lotta crack, friends to...?

description: when you and your friends find out jihoon's been writing down everything you've off-handedly said about "girl code", you simply have to know why.

warnings: brief bondage/restraint, heavy insecurity on readers part, self-doubt, dirty talk, pet names, dom!uzi, sub!reader, desperation, oral (f. receiving), praise (f. receiving), muscly uzi, unprotected sex (dont do it guys....), pining, bad writing, red velvet are your friends, theyre super fun, mingyu is excluded badly, he just wants to b a part of it :(

quotes from my creative director (@joshibambi): "i am simply a hole for him", "pussy? wet. heart? pounding. me? yearning", "every1 talks ab sapphic yearning but what ab just. jihoon-yearning?",

wordcount: 12.0k

a/n: idk why but this is deffo not as good as my previous works. n e way also sorry to @onlyseokmins bc i promised her a seokmin fic WHICH IS STILL COMING i just felt like this was kinda genius and needed to happen first ok bye

It’s mid-spring, and the world is blossoming and flowering around you. Grass sprouts greener, plants drink in the heavy rainfall and flowers are blooming, slowly unfurling their pedaled heads to crane into the beautiful sky. At odds with nature, people walk the street to be drenched in the downpour, only to be dried off by the shyly peeking sun, and to have freckles surfacing on their skin and hair, getting frizzy from the humidity, when they’re biking along the streets. It’s serene, it’s natural. You’re reminded to love the place that birthed and fostered you. 

But that’s out there.

You’re sitting, bottom planted firmly on the sticky surface of Joshua Hong’s couch, looking distantly into artificially colored lights, flickering across the floor, where people are dancing on one another in skimpy outfits and makeup, and everything is very far from the moon and the flowers. 

“The second one is a lie!” Seulgi yells over the music, cup of god knows what in her hand, and slurring her words.

Sitting on the couch and stools surrounding the coffee table is you, Mingyu, Soonyoung, Seulgi, Irene, Yeri and Jihoon.

“No, I know she likes anal!” Screams Soonyoung giddily (forever oblivious to his surroundings), receiving a glare from your roommate, Yeri. You were currently playing two truths and one lie, and attempting to discern whether Yeri was lying about being on television, lying about having black belt in taekwondo or lying about having tried anal. “It’s about whether or not she’s tried it!” Irene rolls her eyes and huffs. “My point still stands,” Soonyoung grins and eyes Yeri, and you watch somewhat disgusted, reminding yourself to ask her about it later.

You’re sitting next to Mingyu, utterly small next to him, and the two of you are only watching the scene unfold, sharing snickering glances when something funny happens. “I’ve never done taekwondo!” Yeri screams at Soonyoung, and you and Mingyu fall back in your seats laughing and slapping each other, when Soonyoung’s face drops for a moment. 

“They’re so dumb!” Mingyu cries, and you nod buried in a decorative pillow. 

“Screw this noise, I’m finding Junhui,” Hoshi mumbles, a little deflated from his loss. Then he’s standing up, cargo-pants and all, and trudging away, pouting over his shoulder when he hears the laughing continue.

Jihoon - who’s been incredibly quiet and observant throughout the night, only sipping a single bottle of beer, slaps his thighs. You’re hoping in his ever searching eyes he hasn’t seen the way you’ve been staring at him all night. Are you drunk or is he so complex and sexy, and wearing a t-shirt that shows his huge arms and pants that show his thick thighs? You’re almost certain you can chalk this up to only ever seeing him in sweaters that totally swallow him - almost. “I’m going too,” he announces, standing up and not leaving much room for argument.

“Why? I’ll be the only guy,” Mingyu whines, pout pushing out his bottom lip. You scoff. You know he loves feeling like he’s one of the girls. “Paper,” Jihoon says, and adds more, when he realizes he’s being so curt it’s almost rude: “Tomorrow. I have a paper tomorrow.” 

The group seems to accept this, knowing the stresses of college are weighing on each of them heavily. But your eyes narrow. You’re not buying it. 

You watch him sling his jacket across his body, biting back more words. He’s quiet, sure, but never this quiet. With how he’d slumped back in his seat all night, almost bent into himself, there must be something bugging him. Jihoon’s eyes meet yours. It’s a half a second, but you feel like he knows you’re on to him, the way he hides his face under his long, black hair again and turns his back to you. All of a sudden he’s hurrying away, excusing himself half-heartedly. You narrow your eyes even further and purse your lips.

“Be right back,” you say. Seulgi pouts.

You’re trudging after him, fussing with your hair all of a sudden and adjusting your dress and - God, you care so much how he sees you. But you suppose you care more that he’s okay. That’s why you’re squeezing through the dancefloor, getting grinded on by several anonymous bodies, before pushing out to the entrance and finally breathing air that wasn't coming directly from someone else’s mouth. 

“Jihoon, wait-” 

You catch up to him by the doorway, where he’s stopped his journey, to slip Vernon a bill for a ziploc of mediocre weed.

“Jihoon!” 

Finally, he hears you and he turns to you, where you’re regaining your last leg from the mass of bodies. Vernon is apparently still sober enough (you wouldn’t have thought so) to understand time and place, so he gently pushes past the two of you into the crowd. 

You’re not ready for the look he gives you. Eyes so sharp and face darkened from his shaggy hair, curling into his face, and frowning and furrowing his brows as if he couldn’t understand why you’re here. 

It sends your out-reaching body slamming backwards. You’re shrinking away from him, eyes flitting downwards self-consciously. You consider your history with him for a moment, weighing it in a glass of vodka-cranberry. This is pathetic, you realize, and it feels terrible. You’re pathetic and desperate and clingy and why would you feel the need to ask him this.

And then one moment to the next you’re scolding yourself for thinking that way. For thinking it was wrong to reach out a helping hand.

Jihoon apparently has enough of you debating with the angel and the devil on your shoulder, because he speaks finally: “What is it?” 

There’s a pause.

“Are you okay?” 

Another pause. You watch Jihoon’s face soften in shock, mouth falling open for a split second, before he’s closing it again and looking away. The ziploc crunches in his fingers, when they tighten and he shoves it into his inner pocket. 

“I’m good,” he says.

“Okay.” 

And this time and even longer pause! You can barely take it, the way he looks at you, and it almost feels like he suspicious of you, like he’s trying to discern what you’re doing here in front of him.

“Have a good night,” you say. He nods slowly and begins to walk off, and you watch him and the way the moonlight fills the entrance, so you’re coated in for a moment. Then it disappears with a slam of the door. You let out a shaky sigh. 

Why did you do that? Why would you even think to do something like that? 

You decide against standing there for any longer, not allowing yourself to overanalyze it, and you turn around to go back to your friends. Yet again comes the song and dance of trying to navigate the most terrifying human cesspool, face scrunching up in disgust as you make your way back to the sofa, almost unscathed, except you think you accidentally got caught in an armpit. 

“Y/n! Come quick, so you can be a part of this momentous- momentous.. Moment!” You hear Mingyu calling and when he’s finally in view, you realize something very, very terrible is about to happen.

Mingyu’s holding a leather notebook between his fingers - Jihoon’s notebook. It’s the one he’s always writing in; the one he shuts closed whenever anyone gets too close, the one he keeps tucked under his arm at all times; the one he’s inexplicably writing in, even if he’s blasted on Vernon’s weed. And it’s private and he’s somehow forgotten it.

“We’re not opening it,” you say immediately, power-walking back to your spot in the couch. Mingyu snaps his head towards you, and he almost looks offended at that. “What do you mean we’re not opening it, of course we’re opening it!” 

“It could be private, Gyu!” You retort and Seulgi chimes from her spot on the couch: “I’m with Y/n.” 

“No, what? Fuck you guys! We’re seeing what’s in that notebook!-” Irene spits. “Thank you!” Mingyu says.

“Yeri, it’s up to you,” you say, eyeing your roommate sharply, as you sit down again. The entire group turns to her, fury behind their retinas, and she gulps, shrinking a little. 

“Me, I just…” she shrugs abashedly and trails off. There’s a moment where you think she’ll side with you and leave the poor boy alone. You have some semblance of faith in your friendship, and maybe, maybe she’ll back you-

“He’s a music major, it’s probably just angsty lyrics, now open!” 

“Yes!” Irene and Mingyu gloat, and despite wanting to respect his privacy, you scoot closer to Mingyu (he scoffs at you, but does not mention it further, as he is itching with curiosity). With a solemn, heaved sigh, as if about to unfurl the world’s grandest mysteries, Mingyu’s large hand flips the book open.

There’s no justified way to put word to the shock that follows this. The first page reads:

“Girl Code Rule #1

Guys should bring flowers on the first date. Either lilies, roses or tulips. Depends on vibe.”

There’s a confused silence - as much as silence as you can get from a bass-boosted room of drunk college students. 

“What?” Irene quacks in disappointment, leaning closer to read it again. “Why-.. Go to the next page.” And Mingyu does, turning over the page and the next couple of pages follow suit. 

“Girl Code Rule #2

Whoever offered the date pays for dinner. First date should always be dinner, ‘none of the bowling crap’.

Girl Code Rule #3

Guys are more attractive the more hygienic they are.

Girl Code Rule #4 

It’s an ick to wear skinny jeans. *Google what an ick is.”

They come one after another, each more confusing than the last, and it’s not until number 5, that the heavy, suffocating spread of realization begins blooming among you. Clarity - your minds open like leaves of a flower in spring.

“Girl Code Rule #5

The cinema on Attacca street is a nightmare and we hate them. Never go there.”

“That’s-” you begin.

“Us!” Yeri finishes, pointing her finger at the page but directing her eyes, wide and pupils small from shock, towards you. The group exchange gaping glances. It’s undeniable - the cinema thing is relating to an incident that had happened months prior. You refuse to go into detail, but it had gotten grim.

“These are all things we’ve said!” Seulgi snatches the book out of Mingyu’s hold, beginning to mindlessly scroll through the book with furrowed brows, etch growing deeper and deeper in outrage. 

“That’s- This is crazy. That’s so not cool!” You shriek and Yeri nods in agreement: “Girl code is for girls only!” 

There’s a general agreement on the outrageousness of this. That is, except for one big boy on the couch.

“I meaaaan,” Mingyu is looking a little sheepish sitting in the middle of you and Yeri and Seulgi and Irene. All eyes flit towards him, small and sharp. He’s talking slowly, lowly and carefully:  “You guys have to have said it out loud while he was there, so you weren’t exactly being discreet…” 

“Men don’t usually listen to women, we thought we were in the clear!” Irene hisses.

“No man has ever listened to me in my entire life,” Seulgi deadpans, looking at Mingyu from beyond the book. Mingyu throws his hands out, incidentally hitting Yeri in the face, and ignoring her pained groans when she falls back on the couch. “I listened. Just now. Check that off your list-” 

“Why is he writing this down..?” You mumble, seemingly the only one grasping the gravity of the situation (although maybe there is none? You can never tell when it’s with him) and it truly is such a mystery. Was he attempting to pry open the minds of women? You don’t exactly think he has trouble finding dates, so you’re left a little at a loss. 

“Let’s ask him-” Mingu says.

“He just left, dumbass,” Irene spits and you can tell she’s almost disgusted with herself for ever siding with him.

“Let’s ask him tomorrow, then, after class,” you say decidedly. 

“Ugh, don’t talk about tomorrow..” Yeri groans, and you can see the regret settling in because why do all the hot guys throw weeknight parties? “Y/n, can we go home?” she asks and you’re nodding immediately.

“Seul?” 

“Yep.” 

And in the span of just a couple of seconds, your entire friend group is packing up, Seulgi stuffing the book into her tote bag. Mingyu’s still sitting, much smaller when you’re standing over him, and when he has that almost starstruck look on his face. “I’m so glad I’m a part of this, guys.” 

“You’re not.” 

“You’re not.” 

“Yes, I am,” Mingyu counters, clearly thinking otherwise. He’s grinning stupidly. “Hey, wait, where are we confronting him tomorrow?” he calls out suddenly, but you’re already on your way out.

“GUYS! WHERE ARE WE MEETING?”  _____________________________

You, Yeri, Seulgi, and Irene sit side by side on the middle-back row in class, eyeing Jihoon from the peaks. It’s a quiet, morning class, and the teacher rambles on while the four of you glare down at him. Or at least they glare. You hope it’s not noticeable how there’s something softer in your eyes - something almost tender. He’s fidgeting a little. Maybe he feels the pairs of eyes on the back of his black-buried head or maybe he’s noticed the book is gone and he feels the consequences coming.

It was certainly a strange situation to tackle. Mingyu did have a point, if it was a private conversation, you certainly had not discussed it as such. And even then, was there a crime in what he was doing? You just couldn’t understand how Jihoon possibly felt the need to garner all this information on women. He’d never had trouble picking up girls. You would know.

You shake the terrible, terrible thought away, when Irene speaks up: “The coward is all nervous.” 

“Okay, let’s calm down. We can’t know he’s an evildoer, before we find out his true intentions.” Seulgi reasons, a hand soothing over Irene’s arm. Yeri nods softly. “God, I wish class was over.” 

And suddenly it was. Well, twenty more minutes of suffering through a class that was totally lost, picked up by the pollen-saturated wind. Then the professor is excusing himself and wiping the board. 

Never in your life had your group been so fast at packing up their things, pencils and computers shoved down bags, before you’re strutting (model-walking) over to Jihoon. “We need to talk to you,” Yeri says, once she’s in front of his desk, hand on the wood. Jihoon looks up from where he’s packing his bag, eyes peeking through the thick strands of hair. He nods. He knows. 

As you wait for students to exit the class (Minghao giving Jihoon a confused grimace, before he squeezes out), you study Jihoon. He’s still sitting, and you’re all towering over him. His pale skin is glowing in the light and he purses his lip and bounces his leg - God, his thick leg - in nervous await. 

Students are slipping out the door in droves and when the last, tired body escapes, Seulgi reaches into her bag and pulls out the leather-bound book. “We read it.” 

“I figured,” he mutters. He’s avoiding your eyes, flinching a little when Irene slams her hand onto the book. “So, why have you been writing down the girl code?” 

Jihoon sighs. His lips make a tight line, and you can see how he wonders what to say. The pause would’ve been more tense had you not had the girls with you. 

“The girl code is for girls only,” Yeri supplies. 

“Well, you weren’t exactly being discreet about it-”

“Just answer the question, Jihoon!” Seulgi snaps, crossing her arms over her chest. “This is, like, top-level strange.” 

“Alright!” Jihoon throws his hands up in the air. His eyes flit to you, totally quiet and scratching your nails on the wooden table. You look away. He sighs a little. “I… It’s..” 

You almost want to hug him when he buries his face in his hands, tugging at the ends of his hair. 

“You can’t tell anyone.” 

The four of you exchange glances.

“We won’t.” 

He pauses.

“It’s.. IhaveacrushonthisgirlandIdon’twanttomessitup.” 

There’s a beat, where the information glides cooly into your skulls and you begin to process. Jihoon - cold, cynical, loner Jihoon - has a crush on a girl and is trying to improve himself for her? 

Holy hell.

“Jihoon!” cries Seulgi and Irene chimes in, equally as adoring and diffused: “That’s so cute, you should’ve just said something!” 

There’s an uproar of coos and cries and oohs and ahhs and compliments being thrown at Jihoon and he just sits there, cheeks blazing bright red, although with a little, shy smile on his lips. 

And then there’s you. It’s so dumb. Why can’t you help the slight disappointment that lowers on you, like the fog does in the blooming season? Why can’t you smile wider, happier for Jihoon? Why do you feel this way? Does it really take all this commotion for you to realize how much you want him? You half-smile and look at your shoes. Just as how your feelings blossomed like a flower in spring, you hope they, too, are destined to wither away once more. 

“Congratulations,” you say to him, giving him a dignified nod. Jihoon looks at you for a moment, before he smiles tightly and thanks you.

“Jihoon!” Yeri says, and you know you’re about to hate her for what comes next: “We can totally help you with the crush!” 

Jihoon’s eyes widen. “Really? I mean- you guys don’t have to-” 

“No, no! You can come to our girls’ nights and we can tell you everything!” Irene cuts in, nodding in reassurance. Jihoon smiles to himself a little sheepishly.

“Who is it?” Seulgi asks, and you can tell her heart is triple its usual size.

“I’m not telling you.” 

“Come on!” Seulgi begs, but Jihoon is steadfast. He gives her cheeky smile and shakes his head again. “No way. It’s my secret.” 

“We can keep a secret!” Yeri begs, bending her knees in plea. You, unusually quiet, speak up again: “We can.” 

There’s a pause while Jihoon looks at you again. He narrows his eyes and it’s almost like he’s trying to decode you. Maybe he’s noticed you’re just as quiet as he was, at that party. You hate yourself when your heart picks up at the thought of him caring about you. 

Suddenly he’s snapping out of it and smiling and shaking his ruffled head of hair again. “No. If girl code was supposed to be a secret, then I don’t even wanna think about telling you.”

This time there’s no talkback, only somewhat embarrassed nods.

“We deserve that.”  _____________________________

You come back to your dorm room that afternoon, and lie down in bed. Thoughts of Jihoon plague your mind and you feel disease-ridden, attempting to push away the thought with the same useless reminder: You should do your paper, gotta do your paper now, it’s due very soon…

But no matter how many times you tell yourself, you can’t overcome the crushing feeling in your chest, like your entire rib cage is being compressed. 

You know when these emotions started. It was at the Halloween party, six months ago, and Jihoon had been wearing a cop-outfit and you, with a more humorous approach, a lobster costume (Mingyu was a chef). Somehow, he’d still found you sexy though, because he was laughing in the bathroom of Seungcheol’s frat house, ripping the costume off of you. 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna fuck a lobster,” he’d said in between kisses, laughing again as he caught sight of the costume, discarded on the floor. You giggled. “Me neither. There are plenty of fish in the sea, you know?” 

And he’d thrown his head back, still with that black hair, still in that sexy fucking uniform, and his nose all scrunched and adam’s apple bopping in time with his joyful laughter. “Stop making me laugh while I’m trying to get you wet!” 

“I’m already wet,” you’d shrugged, “you’re hot.” 

And before you knew it you were handcuffed and he was rutting into you against the sink. His cock was disappearing and reappearing from your pussy, hooked onto him like a vice. Groaning and listening to your withheld moans, he’d left the most sinful hickies along your shining neck, while mumbling desperate praises to you: “You’re so pretty, N/n, letting me have you like this, so fucking hot.” 

You supposed you’d buried those feelings, because you felt so pathetic for catching feelings from a one night stand.

And it is pathetic. And you are pathetic, and desperate, and alone, and God, is it even Jihoon, or is it the way it suddenly feels like no one wants you? 

“Stop that,” Yeri says suddenly, lying on her bed on the opposite side of your room. You tilt your tired eyes towards her. “What?” 

“I can hear you thinking. What’s up?” She said nonchalantly, dropping her phone, that she’d been mindlessly scrolling through. Cheeks bunched up on your pillow and mascara smudging under your eyes, you look at her and sigh.

“Just tired,” you hum. _____________________________

Jihoon has been adopted. For a whole week following that incident, suddenly, your friends are taking him with them everywhere, and your safe space is invaded by his hair, his laugh, and his subtle cologne. It’s him with you during movie nights, it’s him during girls’ nights, and it’s him while you’re getting ready for a bar-night, all sitting in Irene and Seulgi’s pink-tastic room, doing makeup on the floor and on the desks and on the bed. 

“I love your eye makeup,” Seulgi says to Yeri (it’s a pink number with glittery inner corners), under eyes totally covered in white powder, as she’s baking her makeup. Jihoon is sitting on the floor, hair tied up in two pigtails that Irene had given him. “Thank you, Seul.”

You’re doing your own makeup, working blush into your cheeks and trying not to look at him, the way he’s half-lying on the carpeted floor, looking absentmindedly into his phone. His thighs are huge, and he’s wearing gray sweatpants, and you think you’re going insane.

Irene (who’s done with her makeup before anyone else, always) looks up from her own phone. She narrows her eyes deviously. “Jihoon, what do you think of Yeri’s makeup?” 

Jihoon snaps his head up, pigtails bouncing. “Uh,” he looks a little lost, when he turns his head over to Yeri, who smiles sheepishly, not totally understanding what was happening. “It’s nice.” 

“Just nice?” Irene smirks, and Jihoon finally seems to catch on to the fact that this is some sort of test. Indeed it was, and you knew it from the moment Irene began to talk. Your eyes flit between them, sitting behind you in the mirror. “Can you elaborate on that?” Irene smirks.

“It’s…” Jihoon considers what to respond, almost nervous. “She looks better without makeup.”

“Son, no!”

“Never!”

“Absolutely not!” 

It’s a cacophony from the girls, even a pillow is thrown at his head, which he dodges in shock. “Never say that to a girl, Jihoon! It’s rude!” Irene lectures, a finger pointedly thrown in his direction. When he doesn’t seem to get it, Yeri explains: “Imagine spending time on something, only for someone to say they’d wish you hadn’t done it all.” 

Jihoon, who’s been bristling like a disturbed cat up until now, softens in understanding. “Oh. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay, our child, you’re learning,” Irene says, face turning back to her phone, as she apparently has lost interest in the conversation. 

You watch quietly with a bemused smile, having paused your ministrations on your face, brush held in the air before you. Jihoon’s eyes flicker over to you, an unreadable expression on his face. You meet his eyes in the mirror, pitch black and blank. You look away quickly.

You can feel him, still looking at you, and you feel self-conscious at the way you crooken your back to better focus on your face. What’s he thinking? That you look ugly? That your back is ugly? Your makeup?

“Are you okay, Y/n?” 

You freeze. His voice is soft as ever, and you understand now, better than ever, why he’s a music major, because it’s so melodious and sweet in your ears. All eyes in the room snap to you and you eye them all in the mirror. “Yep.” 

Yeri sighs, exasperated. “She’s been depresso for, like, a week.” 

“I’ve been fine,” you correct, smudging out the pencil on your lid. “I’ve been fineeee,” Yeri mocks, making her voice nasally and high. You glare at her through the mirror, but all she does is stick her tongue out at you. 

“I’m just stressed out, okay? I've got a lot on my plate,” you mumble bitterly, and it’s true, because every time you’re trying to do assignments, papers, write notes and focus in class, you think of him, and how he doesn’t want you. And one wrong thing leads to another, and then you’re thinking about how no one wants you, and you haven’t had a boyfriend since you entered college. And then it’s something about how you look, or it’s something about how you are, as a person, and you just sit at your desk with this terrible feeling in you gut, trying not to cry, or hoping that your sniffles don’t overpower Replay by Shinee blasting in Yeri’s headphones, as she’s eating crackers in bed, just a few feet away from you. 

“Just talk to us if you need anything, okay?” Seulgi frowns and you smile at her, hoping it looks convincing. She nods at you, turning back to her handheld mirror. But alas one person stays staring at you. You avoid his eyes, trying not to look like you’re about to cry.

“I can arrange a spa day? We can get our toes done,” Irene asks, and she wiggles her toes in the air for emphasis. “Ooo, yes!” Yeri exclaims. 

Finally, Jihoon’s attention is ripped from you, wincing at the thought of another person handling his feet. “Can I skip out on that, maybe?” 

Irene scratches her chin, pretending to think about it. Then she says, bluntly and directly: “Nah.” 

_____________________________

“Let me come with you to the spa!” 

“No! Jihoon, walk faster,” like a mother, Seulgi is grabbing Jihoon’s wrist and dragging him further from the tall, huge man behind you. Mingyu is following you all like a dog, whining and crying, and pouting. “Please, guys! I don’t wanna go with Seungcheol and Jeonghan, they’re mean!” 

“Spa day is for girls only!” Yeri yells over her shoulder, as the five of you stumble away from Mingyu, crying out to you. “What about him?” Mingyu yells and points. 

“Don’t listen to him, sweetie,” Seulgi tells Jihoon and he nods very seriously. “He’s our adopted son! Now shoo!” 

Finally Mingyu gives up the chase, and you disappear behind the outerwall, beginning down a busy street towards Irene’s favorite spa. “I don’t get how you’re friends with that guy,” Irene says, elbowing you, and you both snicker. “He’s a pup,” you shrug.

The streets are filled with people, the sun is shining, and it’s spring, and everything should be great, because you’re with your friends. But he’s here too. Swallowed up by his hoodie, pitch black in a sea of colors, he’s still here and his very presence has you tense, and yearning for the touch of a masseuse. The streets that had grown so familiar, that you thought you had learnt and mastered, had become so foreign, and you’re trying to escape into yourself, trying to find a backdoor out of the constant blabbering, teaching Jihoon the importance of gossip and female communication and companionship. These are your friends. The sadness eventually musters into frustration.

Soon enough, you’re sighing so hard you think your soul escapes with it through your mouth. A spa-worker begins massaging your feet, and working her thumbs into your sore soles. Irene laughs at your reaction, two seats over. “Told you all you needed was a spa day!” she beams. Yeah, a spa day and maybe a new friend group that wouldn’t adopt the guy who you should certainly not be around!

And speaking of him, he’s sitting in the chair right next to yours, grimacing and flinching back from the disdained worker. 

“What are you gonna tell her?” Yeri quips, smiling at the end of the row. Jihoon takes a second to snap out of his constant flinching, looking over at her nervously. “Oh, uh…” 

The girls are all looking at him expectantly, but you’re squeezing your eyes shut and wishing your ears could shut too. 

“Probably, like.. ‘Hey, I like you, would you maybe wanna go out on a date sometime?” 

“Pssh!”

“Absolutely not!”

“As if!” 

Jihoon is a little flabbergasted.

“Here’s what you’re actually gonna say,” Seulgi leans over in her chair towards him, directing him with a finger in her armrest. You hear Jihoon scramble in his chair, and you know he’s taking out that stupid notebook again.

Seulgi lowers her voice to mimic his, when she talks again: “‘Hi, crush, how are you?’ Wait for her response… Then: ‘I’ve always thought you were very beautiful. Your very presence takes my breath away. I would like to take you on a date, would that be okay with you?’ And be suave about it.” 

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH.”

Yeri and Irene burst into laughter, hitting the armrests of their chairs and covering their bright smiles with their hands. Even you snort in amusement. “What?!” Seulgi exclaims, outraged. “What’s so funny about that?” 

“Nothing, I just-...” Irene wafts herself, trying to ease away that tears of glee that spring in her eyes. “I can’t imagine any man, let alone our son, saying that to a woman.. Wow.” 

“It’s good! I would be flattered,” Seulgi defends herself viciously. Yeri snorts from her seat: “It’s not a drama, Seul!” 

“Well!” Seulgi scoffs, twisting her upper body to face Yeri now. “Maybe I would like my life to be a drama, thank you very much!” 

Their argument continues viciously, insults and laughter being thrown at each other left and right and you can almost begin to tune them own, letting the feeling of pads on your feet and a gentle, cool brush on the nail lure you to sleep.

Then there’s a hand on your forearm. You peek an eye open and see him - God, it just has to be him - leaning over his chair to gently grasp you. He looks at you through lashes, and he’s so sincere that it kills you when he says: “I can tell you’re not okay.” 

You’re a little taken aback, one second prior you were being lulled to sleep and now he’s talking to you, so low, so seriously, while the girls try to attack each other behind him. You wish your heart isn’t suddenly galloping, and you wish his warmth on your arm and radiating onto you isn’t so nauseating. “I-”

“Don't say you are, when you're not. You’re very obvious, you know?” he hums, smiling softly when he sees you flush from his intense gaze. You avert your eyes nervously. “Uhm. I just.. I don’t really want to talk about it, Hoon.” 

You flick your eyes back up to his to survey his reaction. His expression softens at the nickname, and he holds your gaze for a moment longer, before he nods in understanding, all the warmth of his closeness disappearing, when he sits back down in his seat.

“That’s okay,” he smiles at you in reassurance, and your heart leaps, and you can’t help but think that he doesn’t need anymore training to make his crush - whoever the lucky girl is - completely and totally happy for several lifetimes. 

He’s a beautiful, sun-beamed flower, where he sits, light flitting through the store-front windows. You’d be happy for several lifetimes. If only he wanted you. _____________________________

“What is going on?!” 

It’s Mingyu, and he’s somehow found you, as you’re trudging out of your latest class, suddenly hot on your trail and outraged about something or other. “What?” you mumble, heading to the cafe near the end of the hall.

“With Jihoon?! Why does he get to be your son when I don’t?!” Mingyu wafts his arms and pouts and you cringe, leaning away from his loud voice. “Ugh…” 

“I need to know why he was writing that girl code stuff, Y/n. Why is he suddenly allowed at girls’ nights, when I’ve been trying to get in for months?!” 

You take a turn into the cafe and sigh at how crowded it is, immediately placing yourself in line, Mingyu right behind you. “Calm down,” you say, just wanting a sandwich and maybe some peace and qui-

“I will not!” he snaps back, brows furrowed and a determined look on his face. You look up at him, pursing your lips in thought. Did Mingyu deserve to know? Maybe. He had been trying to get into girls’ nights forever, always going on about being ‘an honorary member’. 

“I’m not sure I can tell you- Hey, can I get a tuna sandwich, please?” You say, quickly turned to the clerk behind the counter. “I won’t tell anyone, pleaseee- Can you get me one of those too? Thanks.”

You’re handed your sandwiches, and you hold both of them, drifting over to a table by the window, both of Mingyu’s hands on your shoulders and his voice in your ear: “Please, please, please, pretty please with the sugar on top?”

You plop down in your seat, simply exasperated, and hand him his sandwich. He’s settling himself down when you answer: “Okay.”

“Yes!” Mingyu fists the air in victory, mumbling self-assured under his breath: “Begging always works.” You snort and take a big bite of your sandwich. 

“Stop eating and tell me!” he whines. “I’m hungry– Hey!” 

Mingyu snatches the sandwich right out of your hands and grins at you deviously, dancing with it. You hate him. You hate him, but it is a little endearing.

“Jihoon has a crush on some girl and he’s been writing down the girl code in an attempt to understand women,” you deadpan, and when Mingyu’s mouth and guard drops, you snatch your sandwich back and begin gulping down hungrily. 

“Are you shitting me?!” You shake your head.

“So, that's why he's allowed at girls’ night?” You nod your head. 

“So, that’s why you’ve been so down?” You almost choke on your food.

“What?” 

“Because you like him,” Mingyu says seriously and, with a totally stunned look on your face, you shark down the bits of sandwich in your mouth painfully. “How do you know that?!” you cry, head suddenly snapping in seventy different directions, relief washing over you, when none of your or Jihoon’s friends are around.

“Because you’ve been acting all weird around him since you fucked at Seungcheol’s Halloween party,” Mingyu shrugs. You wave your arms wildly.

“How do you know that?!” Whining, you throw yourself back in your seat, and bury your head in your hands. This couldn’t be happening. Your delicate secret, the one that could have - should have - simply faded away into summer, was now out and open, and you look out the window, and it’s spring.

“I know everything,” Mingu says ominously, giggling evilly.

“Mingyu, I will fucking kill you.”

“Fine! I needed to pee and you guys were super loud,” Mingyu pouts and takes a bite of his own sandwich. “No need to be so rude.” 

“I can’t believe you know,” you groan, head collapsing on the table. Mingyu, forever and always silly, finally softens and frowns. You’re scattered. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” 

“No,” you say. Then, a moment later (in true Girl Code fashion) you’re lifting your head from the table and burying it in your hands: “I just. I don’t know, Mingyu. I feel so pathetic for liking him after a one night stand! And now he’s doing all this for another woman and he’s with us all the time…I haven’t had a boyfriend in college, Mingyu. I just feel so…” There’s a pause, when you’re trying to find the right word, and Mingyu stops breathing, looking at you and fearing the worst. Then comes the word, ripping itself from your lips:

“Unlovable.” 

Mingyu’s frown deepens. Big, puppy Mingyu who’s always silly and happy, just slumps in on himself. “You’re not unlovable,” he mumbles, sounding genuinely disbelieving. You scoff.

“Thanks, Mingyu, it’s just.. That’s how it feels,” you admit, running a hand through your hair and looking at your half-eaten sandwich on the table. Mingyu’s quiet for a moment. When he speaks up again, he’s determined, and you can discern almost immediately that there’s no escaping this plan. Or he’ll for God’s sake start begging again.

“I’m going to wingman you,” he’s nodding to himself, and you can see the plan falling into place in his head, “I’m gonna wingman you and set you up with my friend at the party on Saturday!” 

“Please, don’t,” you groan half-heartedly, but a piece of you brightens with hope, with summer, like maybe this was the thing you needed to get over your schoolgirl-crush on Jihoon.

“No,” Mingyu responds simply. “This is happening.”  _____________________________

Indeed, it is happening. 

The frat house is practically bumping with each beat of whatever pop song is playing over the speakers, and you lean into the rhythm that reverberates in the kitchen table beneath your fingers.

You somewhat wish that you hadn’t been as excited for this as you were, that you hadn’t spent hours picking out the perfect pink dress and doing your makeup, and that you aren’t hopelessly dependant on Mingyu (of all people) to find you a fuck. But you are. Putting on that dress and hoop earrings and doing your hair and declining Yeri’s invitation to the girls’ (and Jihoon’s) pre-party, you feel like you’re scrambling, like constantly falling through the air, flailing for something to ground yourself on. 

Now, scanning over the tinted lights and the dancing people and feeling the slight, warm buzz of vodka in your blood, you know you need this. And still, you combat that slight anxiety, the insecurity that you hadn’t felt in years - what if Mingyu couldn’t find a single guy that wanted you? 

Mingyu doesn’t seem worried though.

“Okay! We just gotta figure out who to set you up with. Take your pick,” he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing and gauging your reaction. Your brows furrow as you shrug. Somehow, even when half the guys are objectively hot, you can’t say you find yourself drawn to any of them. You don’t linger on the feeling, fearful that maybe you’ll realize all the things they’re missing, the things they’re falling short of, are just Jihoon’s traits. “I don’t know, man. I just-..” 

Mingyu senses your struggle and elects to give you his excellent guidance. “Alright, well you could do Joshua?” He’s pointing somewhere in the crowd, and sure enough, you notice Joshua, majoring in communications or something like that. “He’s a star: total hottie, super smart, sweet and considerate, and-” 

“And he fucked Yeri,” you deadpan, head lolling over to look at Mingyu disapprovingly. Mingyu’s mouth falls open: “What?!”

“Yeah, like, two months ago!” you argue, wafting your hands. Mingyu’s mouth stays open, and he’s seemingly totally appalled by this. 

“What?! Okay- nevermind. How about him?” He points his long limbs again, and this time you notice- 

You narrow your eyes confusedly. Hopefully Mingyu was not trying to set you up with the biggest player in your year? “Jeonghan?!” 

“What? No, the guy beside him, dickwad,” he playfully smacks the side of your head as you refocus your eyes. Indeed, a blonde guy is standing next to Jeonghan, seemingly whining at him. “Who’s he?” 

“Lee Chan. Super sweet, great bod, a little dumb, but very doting-” 

“Is he a freshman?!” you cry, almost as if it were a crime. Mingyu huffs. “You’re not making this easy, you know?!” 

“I’m not dating or fucking a freshman,” you cross your arms and Mingyu senses the air of finality in your words. He sighs, slumping behind you for a moment, before he spots something across the room.

“Wonwoo! What about him?” he doesn’t even bother pointing at this point, simply tilts your head towards the man, who was currently talking to Seungcheol a little ways from the kitchen. You spot him. You suppose you’d always been a little curious about Wonwoo. From what you’d seen of him in passing, he was sweet and polite, absolutely gorgeous and extremely smart. You nod solemnly.

“I could- I could see that,” you say and Mingyu’s eyes light up. He bounces victoriously, punching the air. “He’s great, you’re- you’re gonna love him,” Mingyu delights and before you can even get another word in, Mingyu’s yelling across the room: “Hey, Wonwoo! Wonwoo, scootch over here!”  

Your eyes widen in shock. “Wha- we’re doing this now? Just, on the fly? No warning?” 

“It’s fine,” Mingyu waves you off, eyes trained on where Wonwoo is now walking towards you. 

“Do I look okay?” your voice is wavering nervously. You still can’t help how you feel, even in your dress and your makeup. Where had all your confidence gone? The confidence with which you’d literally fucked Jihoon in a lobster-costume? Even the thought of him stings. Mingyu’s confident facade falters for only a split second at the vulnerability in your tone. His gaze softens and he looks at you: “You look great, N/n. Calm down, Wonwoo’s super nice.” 

“Hey, Gyu,” Wonwoo’s voice is cool, as he approaches Mingyu. Standing in front of you and Mingyu, he briefly scans you, then acknowledges you with a nod and a sweet smile. “Wonwoo, hey, you know, I was just wondering if you’ve already done the history paper?” 

Wonwoo is unamused. “I’m not doing your paper again, Mingyu.” 

“Oh well, shucks, that’s simply too bad,” Mingyu (poorly) feigns annoyance and defeat, before he’s grabbing your shoulder. “Anyway, Wonwoo, have you met my very good friend, Y/n?” 

You fake a smile, hoping the absolute pain of the current interaction was not showing on your face. If you’d known Mingyu was this bad at wing-manning, you would’ve gladly put up with his begging instead. You want to crawl into a hole and die, because based on Wonwoo’s smug smile, he has a pretty good understanding of what’s happening.

“Whoops, look at the time!” Mingyu looks at his wrist. He is not wearing a watch. “Damn, I guess I gotta go and- and leave my two good friends alone with each other, such a shame, uh, anyway!” As he speaks he backs further and further from you, trying to ignore the glare in your eyes, before he’s bolting at his last word. 

There’s an awkward silence as soon as Mingyu’s gone. You feel like an unshelled turtle. You purse your lips and stare at your heel-clad feet. 

“So, Mingyu was trying to wingman you?” Wonwoo’s voice is deep and bemused. You look at him in horror, trying to think of a way to salvage the situation.

“Yeah,” your breathe, and he immediately begins laughing. “Sorry about that, he was- he was just trying to be helpful, although it’s hard to defend him right now.” 

“He’s wingmanned me before, too,” Wonwoo muses and, thank God, this was actually a good thing. You find a balance on the common ground. “Really?” you grin, looking up at him.

“Yep,” Wonwoo admits, “safe to say I did not get my dick wet.” 

You laugh hard, and it feels like a switch has flipped inside you, restarting your joy-generator, because you’re laughing and hitting Wonwoo’s arm, and he’s smiling because he’s just made a pretty girl laugh. 

“He’s so bad!” you say when you’re done laughing. “Everytime!” Wonwoo drawls, “Everytime he pulls that shit and he’s never wearing a watch!” 

You and Wonwoo laugh together, throwing (good-hearted) snarky comments about Mingyu around, and your cheeks are rosy and shining in the kitchen-light. Finally, party still bumpin’ and pumpin’ in the near distance, your laughter dies down and you’re both half-leaning against the counter. Wonwoo looks down at you with a smug smile. 

“What?” you ask, growing insecure again under his gaze. He hums.

“So you asked for me?” 

“Hm?” 

“When Mingyu was wingmanning you,” Wonwoo reminded you, tilting his head. “You asked for me?” 

“I-” you stutter, and your heart clenches nervously, because if things had been right, if things were different at least, you would have asked for Jihoon. It’s this gut-punching guilt. It feels wrong to use him, Wonwoo, to overcome Jihoon. “He was laying down my options.” 

“Options?” Wonwoo quips, brow raised questioningly, but he doesn’t interrogate further. Instead, he leans his head down, so he’s much, much closer to you, breathing hitting your face when he whispers: “But you wanted to fuck me. Isn’t that right?” 

You gulp. His presence is almost suffocating. Avoiding his eyes, you flicker them onto the dancefloor, where- 

Where Jihoon is storming out of the house. 

You squeeze your eyes shut - something Wonwoo thinks is out of embarrassment, from the question he’s just asked you - and try to refocus on Wonwoo. Try to ignore how the thoughts about Jihoon come bubbling in your head. It was probably something with his crush. You want to do nothing more than comfort him, hold him, steal away every bad thought he may ever have. 

You open your eyes, hoping that somehow seeing Wonwoo’s face would fill you with a need for him - him, and not Jihoon - but seeing him in the low lighting only serves as a reminder that Wonwoo is not him. 

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Wonwoo. I gotta go. I’m really, really sorry-” you say suddenly, and immediately you’re scurrying towards the door. Wonwoo frowns, eyes following you in your path. “Did I- Did I make you uncomfortable?” 

“No, you were hot!” you say absent-mindedly, before you’re disappearing into the entrance, and then further along, out the door.

Wonwoo stands alone at the counter, still somewhat leaned towards your ghost in front of him, and shakes his head in confusion. “What the fuck?”  _____________________________

“Jihoon?” 

You exit just in time to see him, stomping on the other side of the road, armless denim jacket wafting in the wind. It’s spring, just warm enough that you’re not freezing, but still cold enough that you curl your arms around yourself. Your hair blows gently. It smells distantly like flowers. 

He turns around at your voice. When he does, you know your suspicions were right. He looks so defeated. His gorgeous long hair, that usually only makes you clench your thighs together, is limp and drags him downwards. His arms hang similarly at his sides, fists clenched at the bottom, causing veins to ripple along the forearms. He stands just below a street light, spot-lighted, as if on a stage.

“Leave me alone!” he yells out to you across the road, voice breaking halfway. This does nothing to dampen his demeanor - this tough front, this anger he suddenly carries. You still in the grass beside the road, looking at him pleadingly. He can’t hold your gaze.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, Jihoon,” you begin, choosing your words carefully. “But I can just.. Support you. You don’t have to be alone right now.” 

This almost seems to piss him off more, clenching his jaw, sharply defined by the harsh shadows, and steering his head away from you, like a sunflower following the sun in the sky. It hurts your heart. The way he almost seems angry with you. And yet again you’re made to feel pathetic for following him out here. Like you’re on your knees and he’s standing there in front of you, spitting on you. Why does it hurt so much? You almost wish you’d stayed with Wonwoo - that you’d followed him to his room and let him fuck you and pretended you weren’t thinking about him the entire time.

“Shouldn’t you go back inside?” he’s prickling with hostility. “You seemed like you were having a good time.”

“Jihoon,” you say breathlessly. “None of us is having a good time if you’re not.” 

Whatever cog you unturned, whatever screw you unscrewed, Jihoon’s tightly wound posture unwinds, and he softens and withers before you, one hand clamping over his eyes. You take this as a sign to move towards him, heels clicking on the asphalt warning him of your advance. It’s deadly quiet, save for the heartbeat of the frat house behind you.

“I’m sorry,” he says, finally lowering his hand and looking at you. You smile sympathetically, relief flooding you, when he lets you gently place a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay.” 

The two of you begin to walk in silence, and you recognize it as the path that leads back to the dormitory. It’s calm, steps becoming rhythmic and breeze easing your muscles with its cool touch. You study his face as it’s lit and unlit by the systemic presence of street lights. You’re able to put your own feelings aside for him, to be a martyr, and to sacrifice yourself to comfort him. It feels like cutting your own throat to talk to him about another woman, a woman he loves, truly, but you know it must be done.

“So,” you muster finally. “What happened in there?” 

He scoffs bitterly, looking at the pavement underneath his shoes. You frown. “Nothing happened.” 

“Nothing?” you repeat, a little confused.

“I didn’t tell her.” 

“Oh.” 

You’re honestly not the best comforter, you realize, cringing and hoping you’re not making it worse by talking to him about it. You see the faint outline of the dormitory at the end of the street. 

“Why not?” you quip quietly. His mouth makes a tight line. He breathes out shakily, and you fear you’re riling him up again by asking further.

“She was talking to some other guy,” Jihoon says, eyes flitting to yours before immediately ducking back to the pavement. You furrow your brows. Could it be you? That thought nurtures the spring garden in your stomach, the one you’d been trying to kill. But the insecurity that had come with it, and with him, only manages to squander that light.

“I’m sorry that happened,” you say softly, hand finding his arm, but he pulls it away from you immediately. Ouch. 

“Yeah,” he chuckles without humor. 

Finally, you decide to just shut up, to stop pushing him when he’s so vulnerable, but this time it’s Jihoon who doesn’t stop speaking. “You know,” he begins and again he’s laughing, but you can tell it’s only a cheap plaster for the pain in his voice, “I’d memorized that- that confession thing Seulgi made. And I followed all the- the style advice and the-” his voice breaks and he hisses at how pathetic it sounds. “Everything. I did everything,” he summarizes finally and when you look you see orbs of tears forming at his waterline, like the dew drops that sparkle on leaves in spring. 

You don’t know what to say. It’s almost too hard to see him like this. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, but Jihoon shakes his head.

“Stop saying that,” his voice is harsher, groggier, thick and stained by the sobs in his throat. You pause your steps. You’re standing in the yard outside the dormitory now. Hundreds of windows become an audience to where you now stand before each other. 

“Why?” you ask. 

“Because-” he wipes the tears away aggressively, composing himself before he finally, finally looks at you. “Because you’re gonna make me think that you actually care.” His voice is suddenly laced with venom again. The hostility that you’d tamed returns and it’s so much stronger, more bitter. You’re taken aback.

“I-I do care? Why do you think I don’t care-” 

“Oh, please, Y/n. You didn’t want me at your girls’ nights or at spa day or fucking whatever. You didn’t- You don’t care about my book or my crush or my-” 

“I do care!” you interrupt, voice stern and much louder. “What, you think I follow you out of parties for fun? Because I don’t care about you? And yeah, maybe I didn’t want you at the girls’ nights, but what does that matter-” 

“It matters because!–” he stops himself in his tracks, hand coming out to halt you. “Fuck it, wait here,” he orders, and suddenly he is trudging into the darkness of the courtyard. You stand still, flabbergasted, and thoroughly confused. It’s so dark you can’t even see what he’s doing, only hear him in the dirt, silhouette blending into the shadows. Then, he’s walking back to you and you finally see him. 

There are flowers in his hands. 

It’s a makeshift bouquet, held tightly in between his veiny, pale hands, consisting of flowers that grow in the courtyard, red, yellow and lilac. It’s a slow-burning realization as he stands himself before you, looking into your eyes with a sincerity that is laced with pain. You know this part of the girl code. 

“Hi, Y/n, how are you?” he breathes, and his voice is shaking and he’s looking at you and practically begging you to play along - to indulge him, even if you would turn your back on him. You can hardly register anything but him and those flowers, because your surroundings, the moon, the stars, the shadows and the streets are overpowered by the blooming in your chest. A single flower unfurls the pedals of your heart until you are open before him. You meet his eyes.

“I’m good.” 

He nods. 

“I’ve always thought you were very beautiful,” it almost seems like it physically pains him to admit these breathless feelings. “Your very presence takes my breath away. I would like to take you on a date,” another pained, gulping pause. “Would that be okay with you?”

It’s as if time has stopped in this moment; how his chest rises and falls under his shirt, how his hair gently nuzzles his face, how his eyes blear out at you from underneath his bangs, how he glows in the moonlight, and how his hands shake around the stems of the flowers. 

“Was I..” his voice is hoarse, “Was I suave about it?” 

“Yes,” is all you can manage, because all those flowers that you had stomped into a half-death were coming alive again and this time it was more than welcome.

“Yes?” 

“Yes, you can take me on a date,” you break into a wide smile and, upon realizing you probably look like an idiot, you lower your gaze and your warm, shining cheeks to the pavement. He gasps, and it’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever heard.

“But- you and Wonwoo-?” 

“Do you wanna know why I was even talking to Wonwoo?” you ask, and when you meet his eyes again, he’s also smiling. You can’t help but reach out a hand to wrap around one of his, still frozen in holding the flowers. He quickly maneuvers the bouquet to the other hand and intertwines your fingers. Your heart soars. “Mingyu found out that I was sad because you had a crush on someone - I didn’t think it was me, you know? So he promised to wingman me at this party.” 

“Son of a bitch,” Jihoon whispers, and you laugh, feeling so floaty and lovely. “Don’t call him that,” you say, but Jihoon only smiles cheekily, eyes matching the crescent moon in the sky above you.

“No, I meant me,” he says. He looks down at the flowers and frowns. “Is that why you were so quiet? On girls night?” 

You nod and he sighs. “I’m such an idiot.” 

“No, you’re not. You’re so sweet,” you say genuinely, and Jihoon nearly melts at how much you mean it. There’s something so wonderful about the way all the words, that he would never use to describe himself, float around your head and sparkle in your eyes in this moment, looking up at him.

Jihoon needs to kiss you.  He’s not sure he’s ever needed anything as badly. He rips his free hand from yours only to place it tenderly against your cheek, pulling your face and your warmth into him, bouquet held out at his side to allow you snugly in his chest. 

His lips are so soft and his nose nuzzles your own, plush hair tickling your forehead, and his huffed out breaths dance along your cheeks. Your lips mod perfectly, unlocking the shackles with which that earth-shattering yearning had held onto you. The world is anguish but will momentarily and suddenly be interrupted,  cleaved apart with a sudden gash, by a planet-killer: love. 

You truly don’t mean to make it heated, hell, you’d be content just kissing him forever, feeling how his tongue prods at your lips and meets your own, but his sculpted chest under your fingers draws out a pathetic moan. His eyebrows spring up and he pulls back to look at you. You blush under his gaze, fiddling with your dress.

“Holy fuck, that was so fucking hot,” he gasps, lips swollen from your insistent sucking on them, panting into the night air. You brighten at his compliment. “Inside. Now. To my room.” 

“You know, girl code says to not have sex before on the third date,” you say smugly, unprepared when his free hand pushes you back into his chest, and his lips drag over half of your face, finding home at your ear. His voice is a growl: “Fuck. Girl code.” 

He begins a somewhat dramatic march to the front door and you can’t help but run after him, taking his hand, and seeing how he smiles at that feeling. He looks so happy. Your heart skips a beat, because it’s you - you’re the one making him so happy. 

And he’s so hot, it’s all you can think about as he drags you along the corridors, how nice his arms look in the sleeves denim, how pretty his hair is, his fucking face, and the chest you just barely felt under your fingertips. You’re watching doors pass in a monotonous routine, jittery and unable to wait for the one that might be his, for him to take you through it, and for you to bloom, totally and perfectly under him.

“Fucking finally,” he breathes, voice gruff and much lower than you’re used to when he stops at his door, fishing for his keys in his pocket. It enters the lock and with a click, everything you fantasized about is opening to you. 

As soon as you’re inside, he’s kicking the door shut and pushing you against the wall, nails gripping into your dress, when he finally drops the makeshift bouquet on his nightstand. He cries out into your mouth at the way your chest bounces from the impact, immediately capturing your lips in his again. 

You can’t help the way you’re tugging at his hair, trying to ground yourself in the feeling of him, when he shoves a thigh between your legs. You moan into his mouth, rutting into him, while his wandering hands pull your skirt up you to pool around your waist. He pulls back to look at you, how your hips cant into his strong, big thigh, and how your pink, lacey panties cling to your wet pussy. 

“Off,” he mumbles, apparently having decided that the simple tugging of the fabric of your dress won’t be enough. You turn around in a daze, not even uttering a word, simply shoving the zipper at the back of it. 

Jihoon groans, he has to, seeing the way you stick out your ass to him, while your hand lay flat on the wall. You shake your hips teasingly at him, and his hands float to your ass, petting it and squeezing it in his fingers, and biting his lips because it looks so fucking good and plump, and there’s a wet spot in your panties. He grabs your hips and rubs his dick into you. You gasp at the feeling, nails scratching against the wall.

“You make me so hard, baby,” he says breathlessly, unable to help himself humping against you, pre-cum spilling from his tip. “Shit,” he grunts, and you’re squeezing your eyes closed at the outline of his dick pressing into your pussy. 

Finally Jihoon collects himself and his cold hands drag the zipper down. The top of your dress loosens and slides down your shoulders, where Jihoon aids you in slipping it off. His hands spin you around, finally taking a breath to marvel your bare chest in front of him. 

You blush, suddenly so bashful, when just before you were wiggling your ass at him. You curl your arms over your chest, but Jihoon’s own come to stop them. “No, no, no, no,” he tuts, almost sad, “why are you doing that?” 

You don’t answer immediately, but apparently it’s not a rhetorical question. His hands intertwine with yours to prevent you from covering yourself up. “Uh, I don’t know,” you stammer sheepishly, “I don’t wanna, like, kill the mood or any-” 

“You’re not killing the mood, pretty,” Jihoon whispers so, so achingly sincere and your heart hurts. 

“Sorry, it was just-” 

“Don’t say sorry,” he lectures, interrupting again. He tilts his head and he looks at you with a flaming intensity. “Try again.” 

You pause, flustered out of your mind.

“I-I’ve just been feeling a little insecure lately, I guess,” you say and you’re positive your face is beet-red, but if it is Jihoon says nothing, only pouts and releases one hand only to direct your eyes back to his with a hand on your chin. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n,” he says and even when you seek it out, you can’t find even the slightest hint of lying in his voice. “I want to show you, but I can’t do that if you cover up. Understand?” 

You nod, lips breaking into a little smile, that his heart becomes hot like the spring-sunshine. “Okay,” you say and he smiles brightly, releasing your chin from between his fingers. 

He guides you onto the bed, but it’s no longer heated and rushed, it’s so soft and gentle, and he pulls off your underwear only after you whisper in agreement, and then he lowers himself into it, again, only allowing himself the pleasure when you whisper a strained yes and nod vigorously. 

He fully makes out with your pussy - his lips are wrapped around your clit, licking and sucking it, and fucking moaning into it, sending vibration straight to the coil in your stomach. You’re moaning so loud, broken cries bouncing off the walls, while your finger wrap into his hair and your legs thrash. His tongue flattens against your folds, then dips down to trail around your slit. 

“Jihoon!” you cry, hips bucking into his mouth. He groans again, releasing your pussy with a soft pop. “Fuck, baby, keep saying my name like that.” And then his face disappears in your pussy again.

And you do, everytime his nips and gums on your sensitive folds, tongue trailing back up to your nub to fully envelop it. He sucks, hard. And you think you might cum the second you look at him, because the image of his full head of hair buried in between your legs and lapping like a starved man is so pornographic, your head spins.

He might go insane from just the taste of you, he realizes, because even when you cry that you’re cumming, and your legs shake around his head and your pussy is soaked with your cum, he can’t bring himself to pull away, strong arms wrapping around stomach to still you as you begin to wiggle from the feeling of his tongue just continuing to lap at you.

“Jihoon! Fuck, t-too much,” you whimper and the sound shoots straight to his cock. He finally pulls away, eyes still trained on your pretty cunt, and the way it clenches around nothing. “Clenching so hard, sweetheart, only for there to be nothing, shouldn’t we fix that?” he hums, leaning down to trail his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness on its tip.

You whimper uncertainly, when he crawls back over your body, hair tickling your face when hovers just above you and he shushes your pathetic squeaks. He pushes the wet finger into your mouth and you suck obediently. “Shh, baby, just taste yourself on my finger, how can you be insecure with a pussy like that, hm?” 

You cry around his single digit, tongue sliding over it eagerly. He wants to fuck your face, the way your pretty, plump lips wrap around his finger, but he’ll save that for another time. “Shh, baby, I know. You’ll be stuffed full of cock soon, don’t worry,” he rasps soothingly, and slips his drenched finger from your mouth. 

Finally, he rips the denim jacket off, white tee following soon after, and you’re left, mouth gaping, at the how toned his stomach is, how big his pecs are and how fucking thick his arms are at his side. 

“You’re so fucking hoot, Hoonie,” you drawl, making grabby hands to urge him back to you. He smiles at those words, even gains a small dusting of pink on his cheeks, but he shakes his head. “Gotta get my pants off, baby.” 

“Hurry up,” you grin playfully, and he scoffs at you from where he stands, pants and boxers coming off in one fell swoop. “So needy,” he mumbles to himself, but you can tell by the overjoyed expression on his face, that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

His cock is finally freed, and your eyes float to it, drinking in the sight of him. He’s so pretty and so red, and a single vein creeps up its curved surface towards the oozing head. You gulp, eyes sparkling. 

“Wan’ it in my mouth,” you mumble, where you’re now half sitting up and glowing from your first orgasm. Jihoon looks at you and laughs, as he climbs on top of you again. 

His face hovers over yours, finger carding through your hair tenderly. He looks in your eyes. “Yeah?” he asks.

“Yeah.” 

He coos at you, eyes flickering to your lips for a moment, and you feel his cock twitch where it rests heavily on your stomach. “Not right now, pretty, I wanna fuck you.” 

“You don’t have to cum-” you reason, mouth practically watering at the thought of having him in your mouth. He stops you though, hand still brushing through your hair, so delicately, as if you were a lily, or a rose, or a tulip.

“I’m not gonna be able to hold back if you look at me like that with my fucking cock in your mouth,” he whispers, and it’s so intimate, despite being so vulgar. How warm you both are, naked and holding onto each other and his dick is oozing onto your stomach and your pussy is leaking onto his sheets. “Like that,” Jihoon emphasizes, when you look up at him adoringly. You smile. 

“Okay,” you say, a determined look on your face, “later then.” 

He laughs. “Eager baby. Relax, you’re gonna get a pussy full of cock now, your mouth can wait.” 

You wanna retort, say something snarky, anything, but you’re abruptly interrupted by the feeling of his cock pushing into you. You moan and your nails claw at his back, because it’s so big and so raw in your pussy, you feel that fucking vein dragging against your walls. “Shit, Hoonie. Fuck, fuck.” 

He’s groaning too, hands on your waist and face in your neck. “So fucking tight, so pretty.” 

You’re both panting when his cock is fully nestled inside you, sitting snug against your walls. You look up at him and he’s pretty, all flushed and lips swollen, and the sight makes you clench. He hisses, jerking abruptly, making the both of you moan. 

“Fuck, baby, can’t just clench on me like tha-” 

“Please, please, just fuck me now, can’t wait anymore!” you cry, clawing at him, nails raking over his flexed biceps, where he holds onto you. And he can’t help but fulfill your wish.

You honestly don’t know where he gets his stamina, because the second you’re done asking, he’s ramming into you so hard and so fast, your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a long whine. The whole bed is shaking from the impact, as his hips sheath and unsheath from your warm, welcoming pussy. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he drawls, hands trailing up from your waist to your bouncing chest, thumbing over your nipples. “Bet Wonwoo wishes he got to see you like this, hm?” 

The way your pussy has his cock in a chokehold, the way you’re lying beneath, it has him fully dazed, and now he babbles all that comes to mind. “Yeah, but you’re mine, princess. No one else gets to see you like this, no one else can have you crying like this for their cock, right?” 

“N-No one else,” you whimper, sopping cunt clenching and unclenching around his dick. “That’s right,” he pants, humid breath on your cheek, “Say you’re mine, pretty girl, say you’re fucking mine.” 

“A-ah, ‘m yours, Hoonie,” you cry and he thinks he might cum just like that, at your blissed face, glowing beneath him, and your pussy sucking him in, and you obeying him thoughtlessly. 

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” he rewards you by dragging his hand down your stomach to rub your clit. Your whole body convulses into his, hands dragging over his big arms for support. “Come on, sweetheart, cum on my cock now.” 

And you do, the tension in your stomach tightening beyond what you can take, before it finally unfurls, and it blooms, and it’s spring, and your squirting all over Jihoon’s abs, because God, he’s so fucking hot and he fucks you silly with his dumb, big muscles and his dumb, cute face.

The sight of your squirting, thrashing and shaking underneath him is all he needs. Jihoon shoots you full of his cum, making you feel so full and wet, before he finally halts his rutting hips, stilling on top of you. 

You’re both panting. You’re sweating so much, your hair sticks to your forehead, and you’re gasping for air. Jihoon is still on top of you, holding himself up somehow, and licking at your neck appreciatively. 

There’s a pause, where you’re basking in each other's warmth, and there’s so much love between you it’s almost suffocating. Then you're narrowing your eyes at the head of hair in your neck, growing suspicious. 

“... Are you still hard?” 

He laughs into your neck, peering up at you with a sheepish smile.

“Are you still open to that dick-sucking thing?” _____________________________

“So,” Yeri trails off.

You’re sitting in front of her, Seulgi and Irene at the campus cafe after a thorough round of congratulating you and Jihoon’s new relationship. They’d been both surprised and somehow not-at-all-surprised. 

“He can’t come to girls night anymore,” Irene states the obvious, and immediately you, Seulgi and Yeri are nodding along. 

“Thank God, I wasn’t the only one thinking that.” 

“It just wouldn’t work,” you supply, agreeing. 

There’s a pause. Seulgi pouts. “I can’t believe we don’t have a son anymore. They grow up so fast,” she says and she sounds genuinely sad about it.

You sigh a little, debating whether or not to play this card. Then you say: “I know someone who would like to be our son.” 

“Oh, no..”

“Don’t say..” 

“Yep,” you shrug, and then you hear him. Lumbering clumsily down the hall, like a galloping horse. 

“I HEAR THERE’S A NEW POSITION OPEN DURING GIRLS NIGHTS!!!!! I MADE MUFFINS!!”

Mingu is running through the cafe, dodging stools and chairs like he’s on Ninja Warrior. 

Irene frowns. “I guess he’ll do as our new son.” 

“We can always kick him out if he gets too annoying,” Yeri shrugs, just in time for Mingyu to stand before your table with a fresh tray of muffins. 

“Yes!” he cries with glee, voice incredibly high because he just can’t believe it.

“Begging always works!”

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Sunshine & Midnight 💛

Summary : Where you fall slowly but surely in love with the sunshine personified and he's there to swat away all your doubts.

Pairing : Seokmin x Gn! reader

Genre : Angst, fluff

Word count : 1k

Warnings : Self depreciation, insecure reader, a little crying

You can see the rays emitting from his body, literally. Because he's standing in the way of the sun to protect you. Although you can't clearly see his face considering you were almost blinded a few moments ago, you're sure he has that goofy smile plastered on his face still.

"Is it too sunny here?" Seokmin asks while holding out a hand for you to stand up.

"No, it's perfect we can stay as long as you want." You say trying to feign love for the sunny weather.

"Its okay, we can sit in the car while we eat." He giggles and leads you to the car, still holding your hand.

You've been flustered ever since this day-out with him started. It was supposed to be you, your best friend and her school friend she'd just reunited with, but guess who came down with a cold the day before? Now you're desperately trying not to blush whilst you hang out with sunshine personified.

"You don't seem to enjoys summers, do you like rain?" He asks with an unusually big, kind smile.

"No."

"Ahhh right, spring?"

"I guess."

"Then what is it that you like?" He asks while you resist the urge to say "You", but as soon as Seokmin starts blushing, you realize you said it out loud.

You slam a hand to your mouth and look like a deer caught in a headlight.

"You're cute." He says as he removes your hand away from your mouth. You smile sheepishly and he hands you your food.

"Did you buy this?"

"Who else would" He chuckles. It hasn't even been an hour and he's already making you stupid.

"Let me transfer you half the money."

"Oh no, that's unnecessary."

"I insist."

"How about we count this as our first date instead? You can treat me to dinner next Saturday." He says grinning.

If only you knew how bold Seokmin himself was being today. His hands are sweaty and he's panicking internally but he couldn't let his introverted self miss out on a date with you. You had enamored him all whilst being clumsy and easily flustered.

"Sounds great." and now you were comfortable enough to give him as big of a smile on his face.

Over time, you and Seokmin hung out several times a week and went on all dates you had dreamt of going as a young teen. He was far more than perfect, knew what to say at the right time, made you laugh like nobody had ever before. He made you want to wake up everyday and not go to bed. Your cheeks hurt whenever you were with him.

But this one night, he was busy with an assignment and you were laying on your bed thinking. Thinking about how much he means to you. And what do you give him in return? A friend? You're not sure if he thinks you're funny, or pretty, are you any close to what you think he is to you?

He could have any girl with his charming self. He was made to be loved. He loves unconditionally. But you're scared to love, to trust. If he's the sun, are you even worthy to be called the moon? As you spiral down a rabbit hole, you hear your phone ring.

"Hi pretty." he's been calling you that for a few days.

No matter how sad you may be in the moment, a small smile makes it's way to your face as you reply, "Hey."

"Are you okay? You sound down. How about a convince store run? I'm starving."

"Yes, I'll be down in 10. Pick me up?"

"Always." He says with a fond smile. He figures it's best to talk to you after some food.

After you guys are done eating, you sit down on a bench outside the store. Seokmin notices you've been quite tonight.

"Y/n"

"Hmm?"

"Whats up?"

"It's nothing Seok, just silly stuff."

"When you say silly, it's never silly." He says while holding your hand, making you look into his eyes. It looks like he holds the whole universe, and you're sure he does.

"I know it's an annoying question, but why do you like me?"

"I liked you when we first met because you were just there. Existing. Then I fell for you laugh, which you think is weird but I want to hear it all the time. I love the way your eyes get when you smile. How you always put others before you. Your love for your family is admirable, and you are just an amazing person. I feel so lucky when I'm with you, that I'm the one who gets to walk with you, hand in hand. Then there's your-"

You don't let him finish his sentence because you grab his collar and kiss him on the lips. It was just a peck but it lingered for long. Your insecurities left your body in the form of a single tear drop and Seokmin was quick to kiss it away.

He pulls you into a hug and says, "I'm sorry baby, that I made you feel any less than you are. I planned to confess my love and ask you out after our finals but I don't think we should wait anymore."

He pulls out of the hug and gets on one knee before you. He holds your hand and kisses your knuckle.

"You don't have to say it back pretty, but God I love you so much. You made me fall like a mad-man. Would you please be my partner? I promise to cherish you everyday and I'll-"

You cut off his rant yet again, this time while holding his face with both of your hands. "I love you, Seokmin." And you both knew, you didn't believe people could fall in love this early but you'd never say something like this if you didn't mean it.

Seokmin smiles brightly as he starts to get teary eyed. And even in the dim light of the convince store, he doesn't shine any less brighter than the sun. Because he believes there exists no one as beautiful as you, to bask in his light.

hehe some dk fluff obv inspired by taylor swifts - midnight rain! if you liked it, reblogs and likes are very appreciated, thank you <3

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Old Money 💸

Summary : There was a time when you couldn't even imagine your name next to Mingyu's but now he wouldn't dare imagine a life without you.

Pairing : Mingyu x Gn! reader

Genre : Established relationship, fluff, angst and forbidden love

Word count : 494

Warnings : Status/income difference

"How are you so calm?" Mingyu asks holding your hand as he's kneeling before you on the sofa.

"What do you want me to do, Gyu? Throw a tantrum, cry my heart out? Will any of that stop you from getting married to her?" You ask and your lips start quivering.

He thinks you're calm and collected right now but any moment now, you think you'll burst. Because the love of your life is set to get married to another woman. The voice in the back of your head tells you, that you should've known before falling for him.

"Will we not fight? For love?" Mingyu is breaking now because it didn't seem real before he told you. He figured he'd tell you and that you guys would come up with a plan. But you both know it's going to be futile now.

"Gyu..." You start crying now and Mingyu jumps up to embrace you.

It takes you back to the first day you met. The Kim estate owners were well known but nobody had seen the new hire yet. Mr. Kim had not passed away, simply retired as his son was ready to take over. You were standing with all the other employees to witness the debut of Kim Mingyu.

And there he comes, with a smile on his face and polite manners. Everybody in the room can see, he's handsome. The day feels quite long but it's over and all you can hear is how enamored everybody is with their new boss. You knew better than to dote on him, because that would be very risky as you were his new secretary. You were old Mr. Kim's assistant secretary and handled all foreign clients and as Mingyu was bound to work with them, Mr. Kim trusted you to be alongside him.

"I'm sure dad won't mind baby, he likes you." Mingyu says from the top of your head and gives it a loving kiss.

"He likes the employee I am, not my tax bracket babe." You say trying to make the both of you smile.

"It doesn't matter, love. You're the only person I'll marry, I can't have it any other way."

"Gyu, you're the sole hire to all of your estates, you need to think about the company."

"Fuck the company, it's only going bring a few couple billions in and I feel like we'd still be fine without it."

"You rich fucking people." You say as you both start to chuckle.

"Marry me before they marry me off to some other girl, Y/n."

"Want me to buy you a ring?" You smile with tears in your eyes.

And you're lucky again to see his smile that blinds you every time. Kim Mingyu is a star, he shines the brightest. But all he wants to do is shine with you. He shines for you. And he'd be damned if he let's his father get in the way of his love.

Not really one of my best works but there's so much that I've thought for this couple and if you guys like it, I would love to do a part 2 :))

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Masterlist 🐳

Hi!! This is where you can find some fics, mostly short. And a little guide - 🌧 angst, 💍 fluff, 🧊 smut. Hope you have fun reading my stuff and feel free to request with a prompt. A like or a reblog would be highly appreciated! 🩵

Scoups

Jeonghan

💍 They Know

Joshua

🌧️💍Flower

Jun

Hoshi

💍 Sweet Thing

Wonwoo

Woozi

The8

Mingyu

🌧️💍 Old Money

DK

🌧️💍Sunshine & Midnights

Seungkwan

Vernon

Dino

I know there's not much right now but you can always go read the letters I've written to them here -> 💌

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They Know 🌧

Summary : You can always count on Hannie to make your rainy days better.

Pairing : Jeonghan x Gn! reader

Genre : Fluff

Word count : 274

Warnings : None, I think?

Its raining again. Although it looks beautiful, it makes you anxious. Everytime it rains, it feels like something bad is bound to happen. And other people just brush off your worries. But there's this one man who knows you inside out.

That is why you're draped in a blanket with coffee in your hands while he holds you in his arms.

Jeonghan watched the rain fall on the flowers he planted for you, while you watch him. He looks ethereal, and in that moment you can't belive it's real.

Jeonghan glances at you and notices you smiling like a fool in love whilst staring at him, oh and he can't help but grin as he realises how happy he is right now.

"I love you" he whispers, because it's only for you to hear.

"And I love you, Hannie" now you're blushing looking in his eyes, whispering like him as if its a secret that only you guys share.

You both burst into giggles because you both know.

You know that you're going to love this man as long as you breathe. And even after you've died loving him a lifetime, you'll still love him in the afterlife till the end of the universe.

And he knows he'd do anything and everything to see that smile of yours. As long as he gets to hold you and love you, everything in the world is alright.

And you both know that you guys would do this all over again, to end up together in the comfort of your shared home- cuddling on your sofa, in our own world while it rains cats and dogs outside.

It's my first time writing actual fiction and I don't think it's that good because this was very much in the moment & self indulgent. I'm keeping it for now however I think I'll be deleting it once I have a few good one's up. Thank you sm for reading, I'd really appreciate any kind of note 🤍🤍