SUMMARY: When you try to walk out on a fight with your boyfriend but he does what he does best and that’s to kiss it better.
WC: 1.5k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] toxic!theo, fingering, oral. (f receiving), porn with plot kinda.. ? p in v, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), choking, slapping, etc.
Your apartment felt like a pressure cooker, the argument refusing to cool as raised voices gave way to sharper, more deliberate words, each one landing just hard enough to leave you both a little more raw.
It started over something stupid — Taeyang accusing you of flirting with Keeho during a casual hangout, twisting your innocent laugh into something more than it actually was, while you fired back about how he overdramatizes everything and how he’s always messing around with fans since he had the audacity to poke at the topic of loyalty.
But it wasn’t only that — it was also the undercurrent of toxicity, it was easy for him to play at your insecurities while his constant jealousy gets the best of him before you break.
Through it all, you had enough for tonight, so you grabbed your jacket and keys, heading straight for the door, not planning to leave for good, but you just needed space — or at least a walk to clear your head before you say something irreversible.
Taeyang watches you from the couch, his posture lazy but eyes sharp. “Where do you think you're going?” His voice is casual, almost mocking as if he was mock you. He had that irritating smirk already tugging at his lips like he knows this is just another round of your endless game.
“Out.” You mutter, hand reaching for the doorknob, pulse racing with frustration. “I need to get away. This fight is so fucking pointless.”
He stands slowly, unfolding his lean frame with a dancer's grace, crossing the room in a few strides. He doesn't block you outright, but he leans against the doorframe, the smirk deepening into something infuriatingly smug. “Come on, you know you’re not actually upset.” His tone drips with a confidence that makes it seem like he's already won, reading the way your shoulders tense not just from anger but from the pull you feel toward him.
He was so infuriatingly addicting it made your head hot.
You pause, keys jingling in your hand, “Move. I'm serious.”But your voice wavers, and he catches it, his grin widening because he knows the hold he has and he especially knows the way your body always betrays your resolve.
In a blink, he's on you, hands rougher this time as he snatches the keys from your fingers and tosses them across the room with a clatter. His body slams close, pinning you against the door, the hard line of his chest pressing into yours, heat pouring off him like a threat. “Let me fix it.” He murmurs, lips ghosting yours until they’re on you without warning, his tongue forcing its way past your teeth and claiming your mouth in a bruising kiss.
He bites your lower lip hard that it stings, sucking it between his teeth before releasing with a pop, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.
You don't pull away, not caring that the embers of your argument were still burning because the obsessive tug low in your gut made your thighs clench.
His hands yank at your jacket, ripping it off your shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, before shoving under your shirt, nails scraping your sides as he hauls the fabric up and over your head. Your bra's next, snapped open with a flick of his fingers, he palms your tits roughly, squeezing until your nipples harden into aching peaks under his thumbs.
“I love that these will always be mine.” He mutters coldly, pinching one nipple viciously, twisting it while his mouth descends on the other, teeth sinking just shy of breaking skin and tongue lashing the bud in harsh, wet circles that make your knees buckle.
He lifts you by the back of your thighs, hurrying you over toward the couch before he threw you off, forcing you down onto the cushions. “Spread your legs.” He orders, dropping to his knees between your thighs.
His fingers claw at your jeans, yanking the zipper down and dragging the denim off along with your panties in one brutal pull, exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air. You feel vulnerable beyond measure, heart beating relentless with a twisted thrill while he stares at your slick folds, his eyes gleaming with possessive hunger.
“Pathetic how wet you get for me, even when you're pissed.” His hands clamp onto your inner thighs, forcing them apart wide until your muscles strain, holding you splayed open for him. He dives in without mercy, mouth latching onto your clit with a savage suck that rips a gasp from your throat.
His tongue flicks, fast and unyielding, circling the swollen nub before flattening to lap at your entrance, slurping up your arousal like he's starving. Two fingers thrust inside you abruptly, stretching your walls as he curls them deep, hooking against that spongy spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.
He pumps them hard, knuckles slamming against your folds with wet smacks, his free hand digging bruises into your thigh to keep you pinned. You squirmed beneath him, your mouth shaped like an O as your hands gripped the back of his head, yanking his soft hair that you inadvertently tried to pull him off, but you didn’t mean to.
“Take it.” He snarls against your pussy, the vibration of his words sending shocks through your core. He adds a third finger, pounding them roughly to open you wider, his tongue never stopping and sucking your sweet bud harder. His teeth grazed it in mean nips that border on pain, pushing you into a fucked out haze where pleasure blurs with the edge of too much.
Your hips buck involuntarily, chasing the intensity while juices leaked down his hand that was still finger-fucking you. His thumb grinded on your clit now in brutal circles as the feeling builds, your body coiling like a spring about to snap.
“Show me how much you want this.” He demands, voice muffled but commanding, his pace turning punishing.
Your orgasm crashes over violently, your pussy convulsing in sharp spasms, gushing slick that soaks his palm as you scream, back arching off the couch, toes curling into the fabric. He doesn't let up, fingers still thrusting through your climax, drawing out every shudder until you're whimpering, oversensitive and trembling.
Taeyang pulls back finally, rising with that evil smirk plastered on his face, lips glistening with your release. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes locked on yours as he unzips his pants, freeing his cock — the head flushed pink and dripping pre-cum. He strokes it once, roughly, base to tip, letting you see how hard he is from owning you like this.
“Turn over for me.” His tone makes room for no argument as he brings your ass up and stands behind you.
He grabs your hips, poking at you until your pussy is angled perfectly for him. The tip of his hard on nudges your entrance, teasing for a split second before his hand crashes down, a red sting ghosting immediately after.
“Make a sound, and you won’t get to finish.” He says coldly before thrusting in without warning. You whimper out, slapping a hand over your mouth before you shove your head into the couch cushion, obeying his recent demand.
Your walls stretch around his girth, the burn mixing with the fullness in a way thats beyond overwhelming and every inch of him dragged against your sensitive insides. “Still so fucking tight after I just wrecked you.” He hisses, hips snapping forward immediately, no warm-up, just raw, dominant pounding that made the couch creak under you.
His hand finds your hair, pulling you back now and separating you from the pillow that muffled your sweet noises.
He fucks you, owning every single inch. Brutal strokes hit your cervix on every plunge, balls slapping your ass with lewd, rhythmic smacks. Sweat slicks his skin, dripping onto your back as he watches your hands grip the couch as hard as you can. “Nobody fucks you like I do..” He grunts out — his jealousy still clearly lingering.
Without warning, he pulled out completely — causing you to whine from the sudden absence of his warm cock. “I wanna watch you.” He says coldly, flipping you back over before spreading your legs once more before him.
He grabs you by your throat, pulling you forward to meet you in the middle with a sloppy kiss before shoving you back down, and lining himself back up.
He teased slowly, leaving you begging for more before thrusting forward, watching you take him with a filthy grin on his face.
“Look at you, taking my cock like a good little slut. This is what you walked right into. My dick fixing all your bullshit.”
He shifts his angle, grinding his pelvis against your clit with each thrust, the friction building that insane pressure again. His pace turns erratic, hips pistoning faster, cock throbbing inside you as he chases his own release while forcing yours. “So fucking perfect for me.” He groans, slapping your thigh sharply, the sting making you clench around him involuntarily. Your nails drag down his back, drawing red lines as you gasp in despair, but he just laughs low and mean — thrusting deeper until your vision blurs.
The second orgasm rips through you like lightning, your pretty pussy clamping down on his cock in vise-like pulses, draining him as you wail, body seizing in waves of ecstasy.
He doesn't stop, fucking you through it with relentless drives, his groans turning guttural. “Mine.” He snarls, burying himself to the hilt one final time, cock jerking as he unloads, hot ropes of cum that flooded inside of you. He grinds against you, ensuring every drop stays deep, marking you from the inside.
Panting, he finally stills, cock still twitching inside your oversensitive walls. He drops his forehead to yours, that irritating grin returning as he kisses you possessively, tongue invading once more.
“Feel better?”
💌 mika’s message! hello……. this is for eni…. and eni only……. but if u are not eni and read this then hello. im gonna go now ok???? i feel freaky , this may be my calling but we can’t talk here so email me. I GOTTA GO OKAY?? I GOTTA GO.
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( 💌 ) What’s worse: having to share a podcast with Choi Jiung or having to fake date him to make your friend jealous?
PrettyGirlMantra.JEP.
🐹 Y/N L/N: arguably the face of the frenemies podcast, created it when it was just you under the name “HEARTS CLUB.” When that flopped, Wonyoung and Intak suggested changing the podcast to something more worthy of clickbait.
🦌 DANIELA AVANZINI: Your best friend since high school, even giving you the idea to pursue something in media because of how interesting she thinks you are.
🐰 JANG WONYOUNG: Your self-appointed manager. She makes sure everything runs smoothly and that you and Jiung don’t fight more than necessary.
🐶 HWANG INTAK: Podcaster mediator, he makes sure you and Jiung aren’t going to rip each other’s heads off while off camera.
( 💌 ) What’s worse: having to share a podcast with Choi Jiung or having to fake date him to make your friend jealous?
( 👥 ) podcaster!jiung x podcaster!yn
( 🎵 ) one & only GOWON, go away WEEZER, thinking of you KATY PERRY, bad dream WALLOWS, the reason HOOBASTANK, magentic ILLIT, about you THE 1975.
including … ! daniela avanzini, jang wonyoung, ot6 p1harmony!
BYR … ! brainrot humor, kys/kms jokes, frenemies (heh) to lovers, yn and jiung have a podcast together even tho they hate each other, yn is lowkey ditzy but her heart is in the right place, afab!yn, sigma male!intak, inspired by @kyoteas jongseob smau!!
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( 📖 ) how to save the pod!
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SUMMARY: When you’re a cam girl and your viewers start demanding more intimacy so you find yourself in a tight spot… because the “boyfriend” they want to see doesn’t exist, and you might have to make one up.
WC: 2.1k words
DISCLAIMERS: smut [minors / ageless blogs dni.] sex on stream, fingering, oral if you squint ok. (f receiving), porn with plot ish, meandom!jongseob, use of the nickname bunny haiiii, unprotected sex (protect that kitty!!!!), creampie ? :p choking, slapping, and uhhhh. guys idk this is my smut debut.
The glow of your laptop screen casted flickering shadows on the walls of your bedroom as you paced back and forth. Your mind was racing with thoughts about the recent week of your exclusive content, and you were slightly panicking.
As Bunny, your secret camgirl persona, you'd built a loyal following over the past year — thousands of viewers who tuned in for your teasing dances, solo toy play, and whispered dirty talk.
But the other night, you made a huge mistake. In a moment of overconfidence during one of your streams, you'd promised something bigger which entailed a live sex stream with the “boyfriend” you spoke so highly of.
The chat had exploded with excitement, tips pouring in like rain to emphasize their anticipation of finally “meeting him”. Except... “him” didn’t exist because you didn't have a boyfriend. Hell, you hadn't dated anyone seriously in years. Your life as a faceless camgirl was your dirty little secret, hidden behind masks, angles, and dim lighting in the cramped apartment you shared with your lifelong friend, Jongseob.
And honestly, at this point, he was your last option but you’ve never even thought to cross that line.
But now, with the clock ticking down to showtime in two days, panic clawed at your throat.
The thought of him made your stomach twist in a way that wasn't just nerves. You'd grown up together — playground battles, late-night study sessions, and now this awkward roommate dynamic where you both pretended not to notice each other's late hours or the occasional muffled moans from your room during stream nights that could be passed off as self pleasure (which it basically was) or when he had someone over.
He was sweet in that boy-next-door way — messy dark hair, soft jawline, and eyes that crinkled when he laughed. Jongseob basically glowed, and he would honestly do anything for you if you asked.
But this? This was insane.
Desperate times though… call for desperate measures!…
You slammed the laptop shut and bolted from your room, barefoot and in nothing but an oversized tee that barely skimmed your thighs. The living room was dim, lit only by the glow of the TV where Jongseob lounged on the couch, controller in hand, oblivious to your crisis.
“Hey, Seob,” You blurted, voice higher than usual. He paused his game, glancing up with those warm brown eyes.
“Hm?” A pause.. “Oh, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He set the controller aside, patting the cushion next to him. You collapsed there, knees drawn up, fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt.
“I need to tell you something. But you have to promise not to freak out.” Your words tumbled out in a rush.
He nodded, leaning in, concern etching his features. And then it spilled — your camgirl secret, the alias “Bunny,”and the toys and teasing that paid your half of the bills and rent.
His eyes widened, but he didn't interrupt. He just listened as you confessed the latest screw-up which was the fake boyfriend stream scheduled for two days from now.
“So, you're asking me to... fuck you on camera?” Jongseob's voice was steady, but a flush crept up his neck. You nodded, cheeks burning.
“Y-Yes.” You swallow before taking a breath. This was embarrassing. “It’ll be completely faceless though. Please, Seob. I can't cancel now — they'll hate me.”
He was quiet for a beat, then a slow smile tugged at his lips — but it wasn’t to mock you, he seemed rather… interested..? “Okay.”
Oh, that was quicker convincing than you anticipated…
Really?
“But only since it's you.” A slight heat rose to your cheeks at that confession but regardless, relief flooded you mixed with something electric.
He was so easily … up for it???
Shocking enough, he had even suggested the idea of “practicing” but you ultimately both agreed to wait until the night of — because this was all just supposed to be for the camera.
The next two days dragged like molasses, thick with unspoken anticipation. Mornings started normal — shared coffee in the kitchen, him in his rumpled sleep shirt, you avoiding his gaze as you poured cereal. But every brush of shoulders or accidental touch sparked those butterflies into a flutter.
You'd catch him watching you from the corner of his eye while you scrolled on your phone, wondering if he was picturing it too — the stream and your body under his.
At night, alone in your room, you'd touch yourself to the thought, fingers circling your clit as you imagined his hands instead, his cock stretching you. Guilt twisted with excitement; he was your best friend.. but the secret hung like a charged wire.
Jongseob played it cool though, but cracks showed. The evening before, as you both cooked dinner, he cornered you against the counter, reaching for a spice jar above your head.
His body pressed close, heat radiating, and you felt the outline of him hardening against your hip. “Sorry.” He muttered, voice low, but his eyes lingered on your lips. You mumbled something incoherent, heart racing, and escaped to the living room.
The butterflies were relentless now, a constant swarm making your skin tingle whenever he was near. By the second day, the air in the apartment felt heavy, laced with the promise of what was coming.
The day arrived before you knew it and you spent a majority of your day avoiding him. As the evening approached, you dedicated it to prepping by dimming lights, testing your camera angle to ensure your faces would be kept out of frame, and arranging toys on your nightstand like little decorations.
Jongseob knocked on your door and the moment you opened it, your breath hitched. He was already shirtless, showing off his slight toned frame with loose sweats that hung low on his hips.
“Ready?” He asked, voice casual, but his gaze raked over you in your thin doll-like dress lingerie, hungry.
You nodded, throat dry, moving to the side and let him in. The room smelled of vanilla from your candle, masking the nervous sweat prickling your skin.
Without a second thought, you began the stream with a breath and before you knew it, your chat filled with excited messages.
user68: hi bunny baby 😍😍😍💦💦💦
user12: sexy
user90: Missed your face sweetheart
user35: needed this after a hard day 😘😘
user24: where’s your boyfriend 🍆🍆
“Hi, my loves.” You stood in front of the camera, making sure your face was out of frame while you read off a separate screen where your chat sat.
“I have someone I’d like you to meet.” You said sweetly, reaching your hand out to Jongseob and bringing him over before introducing him as your boyfriend. The chat went wild, donations pinging like fireworks as he shamelessly slapped your ass for content. Your cheeks flushed as you glanced back at him — a cocky grin on his face.
user63: 😍😍😍😍😍😍
user77: Mmm do it again
user19: he’s probably so handsome 😘
user53: Bunny i want to fuck you hard
As you followed through with a few more exchanges with your viewers, Jongseob held you against his chest, waiting patiently — his hands roaming underneath the flowy black lacy set and rubbing against your skin which earned himself soft hums from you.
Soon, the two of you turned to the bed where you got on your knees, pulling him down with you, hands trembling as they slid over his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart.
His lips met yours softly at first, tentative, tongue brushing yours in exploration. But then something shifted as his hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat. He bit down, not gently at all, teeth sinking into the flesh hard enough to make you gasp, a sharp sting blooming into heat.
“My bunny girl,” He growled against your skin, voice dropping an octave, rough with need. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to mark you like this.” The words hit like a spark, butterflies exploding in your chest as he sucked bruises along your collarbone, each one deliberate and possessive.
He pushed you back onto the pillows, climbing over you, knees pinning your thighs apart as he yanked down the top half of your lingerie. His mouth trailed lower, latching onto your nipple, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the peak, tugging until you arched off the bed with a whine.
'F-fuck, Please—' You whispered softly, but he silenced you with a slap to your inner thigh, the crack echoing, skin blooming red.
“They’re not allowed to hear you right now.” He commanded, eyes dark, a smirk twisting his lips.
You nodded, quickly listening, while your chat no doubt erupted — probably begging to hear your sweet noises but it was clear he was egging on for more donations to change his mind.
Money hungry freak.
You couldn’t care less though, you were already lost in him. He spread your legs wider, fingers delving between your folds, two thrusting in deep without warning, curling to hit that spot that made your vision blur.
“So wet already,” He murmured, pumping roughly, thumb grinding your clit. “I know you’ve been thinking about this for days.” He whispered into your ear, and that was not at all for the camera. That was just for you.
His free hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse thunder under his palm, breath hitching as stars danced in your eyes.
The pressure built fast, his fingers relentless, scissoring inside you while he choked you lightly, control absolute. You came with a cry, walls fluttering around him, juices soaking his hand. Without warning, he pulled his fingers free and shoved them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Suck.” He ordered, and you did, tongue swirling as he watched, cock twitching against your thigh.
He quickly flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so your ass presented high. “Spread for the camera.” He said with a cocky chuckle, voice raspy before doing it for you to expose your dripping pussy.
He groaned, low and animalistic, before his palm cracked against your ass — skin heating to a fiery red. The pain twisted into pleasure, butterflies churning as he rubbed the sting away, only to slap again and turn you on your back.
Shocked at his boldness, you let out a heavenly sound as he dove down in order for his tongue to probe gently along your folds shallowly, while his fingers plunged back into your core. The dual assault had you trembling, another orgasm building as he ate you out filthily, slurping sounds filling the room.
Before you could finish, he rose once more, leaving you a whiny mess before he swiped down the band of his sweatpants, gripping his hard on.. thick, veined, head leaking — and lining himself up with your entrance.
He thrust in one brutal stroke, bottoming out, earning a loud whine from you. “Fuck…. bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted, setting a punishing pace, hips snapping forward.
Each drive dragged his length along your walls, hitting deep, while one hand found both of yours and pinned them over your head.
“Come on, let them hear you..” He praised you momentarily, a sly grin on his face as he locked eyes with you.
“F—faster.” You begged through whimpers, the words spilling out, feeding his ego as you were babbling complete nonsense now. He laughed to himself, pulling out only to shove himself back in without warning. He pounded in, cock bullying your cervix.
The stream chat was a blur at this point due to the years that rimmed your eyes, the ping noise of tips and donations clouding out of your senses, but all you felt was Jongseob — your friend — who was choking you again as he fucked and whispered depraved things things to you.
“Gonna fill this pussy.” He murmured, causing butterflies to riot, mixing fear and lust into a heady rush.
You came once again, whining out and nails raking his back. He followed after you with a groan, cock pulsing, hot come flooding your depths in thick ropes. He stayed buried, grinding through his release, before pulling out to watch it drip from you. You look completely ruined with your messy hair, tear stained cheeks, and limp limbs.
He reached forward, grabbing the camera that filmed the both of you before angling it only at your core. His fingers scooped it up to push it back in. “Don't be wasteful.” He murmured as his finger lightly fucked both yours and his release back inside you — your legs still shaking while pretty moans escaped your parted lips.
Eventually, Jongseob shoved his fingers back in your mouth, causing you to lick them clean on command, before finally clicking the camera off amid your aftershocks — and the stream ended with what was probably record tips.
He pulled you up, kissing you roughly before collapsing onto the bed with you and pulling you into his chest, stroking your hair.
“That was more than just for the camera by the way.” He whispered, saying with a sly smirk.
💌 mika’s message! THIS IS MY SMUT DEBUT SO BE KIND TO ME OKAY??? IVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE IM SCARED. IF YOU HATE IT CAN YOU PRETEND YOU LIKE IT. Ok anyways sorry this was also a drabble from my Notes that i decided to finish but truthfully!!! this was inspired by another smut i read a few months ago im ngl. So. Take that as u will too thanks. ok i gtg Im scared I GOTTA GO. WE HAVE TO GO.
SUMMARY: When you only planned to go out for drinks with friends, but end up needing a way out when a man won’t leave you alone.
DISCLAIMERS: creepy bar weirdos, uhhh hiiiii HANDSY KEEHO. # protective stranger, no smut bc im still too shy to write that guys but dw ill lock in ok? but ig u can imagine u guys banged idk Lmk ur thoughts.
You regretted coming here the second you stepped inside, but leaving would’ve felt sillier than staying — so instead, you settled onto a barstool and tried to make the best of it. After buying one drink, you began mentally debating on a second for after — just to kill time while you waited for your friends who were already twenty minutes late, and still texting you that they were “on the way.”
The bar itself wasn’t bad, dim lighting softened the room, the music was loud enough to blur conversations into background noise, and people packed close enough that no one would’ve been able to pay you any attention, and yet, you still felt it. Someone’s gaze lingered too long — and your space no longer felt like yours.
And it didn’t take long for that feeling to turn into an actively irritating mosquito that you couldn’t swat away.
He had been hovering for a while before he said anything, close enough that you were hyperaware, and hoping he would somehow take the hint without you having to give it to him directly.
He didn’t though, of course.
“So,” He began, his arm coming to rest against the bar a little too close to yours, “What’s a pretty girl like you doing out alone tonight?”
You didn’t look at him. You lifted your drink instead, taking a slow sip. “I’m not alone.”
There was a pause, and then a soft hum. “Looks like it.”
You shifted your body slightly, angling away to create space that he immediately filled again, clearly not registering what you were doing.
Or actually he just didn’t care.
Your fingers tightened around your glass, condensation dampening your grip as your patience thinned. You gave him short answers, nothing that could carry a conversation forward, but he kept trying anyway, leaning closer each time.
You exhaled through your nose, setting your glass down a little harder than necessary. “Take the hint.” You finally said, turning just enough to meet his eyes. “I have a boyfriend.”
Obviously, that was far from true —and honestly, it didn’t even sound convincing coming out of your mouth.
But you said it anyway! Hoping it would be enough to shut him down.
Wrong.
He smiled like you just told him something mildly entertaining, leaning in even closer instead of just backing off like you’d hope. “Oh yeah?”
Your stomach dropped, irritation turning into something tighter and uncomfortable. You were already bracing yourself to repeat it, probably even louder this time, when suddenly the space around you shifted.
A hand had slid around your hip.
You didn’t have time to react before it pulled you back, your body now fitting against someone else’s chest in one smooth motion that felt practiced.
Their hand slid upward from your hip, palm dragging along your side in a way that made your brain circuit — the movement felt deliberate, and they were taking their sweet time.
Your body reacted before your thoughts could catch up, heat rushing wherever their touch followed. By the time their hand reached your waist, it settled there firmly, fingers spreading just enough to keep you right where they wanted you.
“There you are.”
His voice was low and close enough that you felt it more than heard it at first, the sound brushing past your ear as your breath caught.
For a moment, you went completely still. Because what the fuck.
Then, gaining all the courage you could, you turned your head just enough to look up, and recognition hit almost instantly.
You had noticed him earlier, but not on purpose. Upon entering the bar, you were quick to spot him from across the room, laughing with someone and leaning against a wall — it was no secret that he was handsome, god he was beautiful, and that’s exactly why he caught your eye.
And now he was right behind you, his hand still resting at your waist, holding you in place like it was the most natural thing in the world.
His eyes met yours briefly, completely unreadable, but there was something in them that made it clear he understood exactly what was happening without you having to say a word.
“Oh—” The guy in front of you hesitated, clearly thrown off now, his attention snapping between the two of you, “I didn’t know you were—”
“Yeah,” The stranger cut in smoothly, finally giving him a look — his tone was flat, leaving no room to argue.
His hand shifted slightly against your side, fingers pressing just enough to ground you, while his thumb brushed once along your bare waist in a slow, absent motion that made your breath catch again.
“She gets a little distracted sometimes,” He added, like it was an inside joke, something casual to sound real without trying too hard.
The difference was immediate. The guy in front of you had straightened, whatever confidence he had before was slipping now that you were not alone and someone else had stepped in to take up the space beside you in a way he couldn’t compete with.
“Well… she didn’t say—”
“Oh, but I think she did.” He didn’t raise his voice and the way he said it made it clear this conversation was over.
The guy muttered something under his breath, stepping back, and within seconds he disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing there with someone you had never met still holding you like he had every reason to.
And he didn’t even let go right away.
His arm stayed around your waist, his body angled behind yours, close enough that you could still feel the steady rhythm of his breathing.
“You okay?” He finally asked — his voice softer now, closer to your ear.
You nodded, a little too quickly. “Yeah. I’m— I’m good. Thank you.”
His grip loosened then, not all at once, but you were now able to turn. His hand slid slightly along your waist as you shifted to face him, but you didn’t step away from it.
There was barely any space between you two, so close that you could actually take him in properly. You noticed the way his hair fell slightly out of place, and the subtle curve of his mouth that was holding back a smile. You admired the way his eyes lingered on you just a second longer than necessary.
“Didn’t mean to invade your space like that, just thought you might needed a hand,” He explained himself, edged with something that sounded amused.
A small breath of a laugh slipped out of you. “No, thank you — I appreciate it.”
Your pulse picked up again, and you were suddenly very aware of how close he still was and of the way his hand hadn’t fully left you, resting lightly against your side.
“Do you always pretend to be strangers’ boyfriends, or am I just special?” You asked, tilting your head just slightly, trying to keep your voice steady.
That got a reaction. Something sweet settled into his expression and irmade your chest tighten.
“Depends,” He said, his voice dropping slightly. “You planning on needing me again tonight?”
Your breath caught at the question. “Maybe,” You admitted.
A quiet smile pulled at his lips, something almost satisfied in it. “Then I think your boyfriend should at least get you another drink.”
You raised a brow, a hint of a smile breaking through. “I think my boyfriend owes me his name first.”
He let out a soft laugh. “Fair.” His gaze still fixed on yours and he wasn’t in any hurry to look away. “Keeho.”
You repeated it with a small smile, giving your name in return.
Keeho leaned in slightly, closing what little space was left between you, his gaze holding yours. “Now… how about that drink?” He murmured, his grip at your waist tightening just enough to remind you it was still there.
You let out a quiet breath, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself, your gaze staying locked on his. “By all means.”
His lips curved, something satisfied settling in his expression as a low laugh slipped out.
“Good answer.”
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SYNOPSiS how do you tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant while he’s at the peak of his career?
content!!!! unplanned pregnancy, guitarist!jiung, yunjin from lsfm mention, throwing up, nausea, idk pregnancy symptoms?, no actual smut, its lowkey late so this is messy and not proof read sorry🥲
Jiung became a dad on accident.
One risky night with you a few years after graduation when you both ran into each other. You hadn’t seen him in years, not since he walked across the stage and ended your relationship right before throwing his cap in the air with his friends.
You didn’t mean to sleep with him. It was all in the heat of the moment, he looked too good and you were too desperate for someone who knew your body as well as he did.
Now, you bit your lip anxiously, watching as Jiung started taking his guitar out before a gig with his band.
Yes, a band. Consisting of Intak (the dummer), Keeho (the singer), Theo (on bass), and of course, Jiung on guitar. They formed in school, playing small venues to gain attention. Now, here they were, five years into their careers, opening for some group you couldn’t even remember.
He gave you a swift kiss on your lips, strumming the guitar to make sure it was in tune before he starts talking. “You got your earbuds, baby?”
You nodded, turning your head to show him. “Already in,” a smile was on your face in an instant.
He returns your smile, rubbing your shoulder in the most innocent way he could muster. “Next time we’re here, I’ll be headlining, okay? And when I headline, I’m bringing you out on stage with us.”
Jiung was sweet. After you reconnected, he dedicated all his attention towards you — even if it meant skipping a few practices to sit with you while you were sick. All you could do is nod, watching him walk out on stage with hundreds of people cheering for him and the other boys.
You tried to fight the feeling of nausea climbing up your throat. It wasn’t the first time tonight or even this week. It was a common thing as of recently, along with sudden fatigue that made you want to die. You swallowed hard, pressing your lips together as you took a random seat you saw backstage. The bass from the speakers vibrated through your chest. Usually, this would be something you loved, but tonight it only brought you sickness.
“Not now,” you muttered under your breath. You hadn’t even touched your drink. Just the smell alone had been enough to make you vomit earlier. Jiung knew of your sudden condition, often opting to stay to take care of you, but now he was in stage, completely different than how he was when it was just you.
You looked at him from the many screens sprawled out in front of you. Sweet Jiung, playing his heart out mixing with whatever Keeho was singing. Your chest softened at the sight of him.
Another wave hit, much stronger this time. You inhaled slowly through your nose, willing it to pass. Maybe it was just the crowd, or even the heat. You hadn’t eaten much today either, just a piece of toast that you barely wanted.
But even then, this had been happening a lot lately.
Your hand drifted subconsciously to your stomach, pressing lightly as if that would make sense. Instead, it only made you more aware of how strange your body had been feeling. You were tired all the time, with random cravings and random nausea. And when was your last period?
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second.
“Get it together,” you whispered to yourself, dropping your hand quickly like everything had meant nothing.
Yunjin was watching the whole thing from your side. She was their manager, but most importantly Theo’s cousin who went to the same school as all of you. She knew you, and she knew there had to be a reason as to why you were so pale.
“Are you okay?” She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, lip in a pout while she waited for a response. Her hair was freshly bleached to be a blonde color you thought must only belong to angels.
You nod, trying your hardest to plaster a smile on your head, “one hundred percent.” But she knew your tells and she had been watching the past few minutes.
That’s how you ended up in the bathroom, hunched over the toilet while she held your hair and rubbing circles around your back.
Yunjin didn’t say anything at first. She just kept her hand steady against your back. When you finally pulled back, wiping your mouth with shaky hands, she reached over and flushed for you.
“You’re not okay,” she said quietly, like it was a fact you both were too scared to admit.
“You’re wrong,” you tried to counter. Your voice was hoarse, “I just ate something bad—“
She gave you look, a look that showed she didn’t believe you. She knew there was something you were lying to her about. But instead of saying something, she grabbed a wipe from her bag and handed it to you. You pressed it against your lips, avoiding her eyes.
Yunjin leaned back against the stall, arms crossing across her chest. “When was your last period?”
Everything felt like it was in slow motion after that, your eyes widening while you turned towards her quickly. Your hand froze, shaking slightly at what she’s suggesting.
You swallowed the saliva that started to build up, “I’ve been stressed.”
She tilted her head, “I’m serious, how long?”
You tried to think, really! But the more you tried to think, the more the days blurred into weeks. “I don’t know,” you admitted, quieter than before.
The silence felt deafening, like you had stepped through a portal into a different world where noise was illegal.
“You’re nauseous,” she held her fingers up, “haven’t eaten, missed your period.”
“I didn’t say I missed it,” you snapped, meaner than you meant.
But she stayed stoic, “I read between the lines.”
For a second, neither of you spoke. You stared at the ceiling instead. Wet eyes, pale skin, the taste of last nights dinner still on your tongue. You allowed your hand to drift again, this time without second guessing. It rested over your stomach.
“Hey,” Yunjin reached for your other hand, “we don’t know anything yet.” But you knew what she meant. There was no way it wasn’t true, you were definitely pregnant and it definitely was with Jiung’s baby.
You could feel tears crowing right beneath your tear ducts, but instead you focused on something else. “He can’t know.”
Yunjin blinked at you like you said something you weren’t supposed to, “but he’s the—”
“He can’t know,” you repeated, more firmly this time, even as your voice trembled. “Not right now. Everything’s finally happening for him and I’m not—” You cut yourself off, breath hitching. You were close to breaking down, of course this had to happen to you out of all people.
Yunjin watched you carefully, no words coming from her lips, but you could tell she would listen to you. A quiet agreement, something that settled with both of you in more ways than one.
But the universe was against you, a knock hit the bathroom door. The person knocked hard, voice shaky while he called. “Yunjin, we’re about to go into the next set, have you seen my girl?”
Of course it was Jiung.
Yunjin glanced at the door, then back at you. “Don’t say anything,” you mouthed quickly, panic flashing across your face.
She hesitated for half a second.
“One second!” she called back, like she hadn’t just made you realize something career threatening.
Your heart was beating so loud you were sure he could hear it through the door.
You watched as Yunjin stood, walking towards the door and opening it slowly to peak her head out at the boy.
“…Is she in there?” Jiung asked, softer now.
Yunjin looked at you again like she was weighing something. The angel and devil on her shoulder making her contemplate what she should do next.
“Yeah,” she said, hand on the handle to keep him out. “She’s just not feeling great.”
“…Can I come in?”
You shook your head hard, almost pleading.
Yunjin exhaled quietly, then put her body between him and the door more firmly. “Give her a minute, Jiung.”
“…Okay,” he said finally, reluctant. “Tell her I’ll come find her after this set.” His footsteps lingered for a second, then faded quick as he made his way back to stage.
“You can’t hide this forever,” she turned back towards you, shutting the door behind her.
You looked down at your hands. “I just need to know first.”
You took the test at four in the morning with Jiung sleeping in the room that was attached to the bathroom. Seconds felt like hours, hours felt like days. All until the white test that sat on the floor next to you started changing. The blank screen showing two parallel lines, indicting that you were pregnant with no signs of argument. You hurried to fish the box out of the trash, reading over the back of it quickly to see if there was any margin of error. 99% accurate, you had to be the 1%, right?
But when you took the second one, it stayed the same. This time, a plus sign instead of the lines. Another test claiming to be 99% accurate. And when the third test had “pregnant” in big blinking letters, you knew it was true.
The tears fell out of your eyes: frustrations from earlier mixed in with the shock of now. How were you supposed to tell him? What were you supposed to do?
You and Jiung had been dating for almost a year after you got back together. Sure, you were both in your twenties, but were you even ready to be a parent? One tear turned into five, the rest following soon after. Small gasps that left you turned into sobs quick. You tried to cover your mouth, tried to keep yourself quiet so you didn’t wake him.
It didn’t work. Three soft knocks on the door and your name leaving his mouth was all it took for you to cry even harder. The door slowly opened, revealing a half-awake Jiung, wearing only his pajama pants (that were covered in teenage mutant ninja turtles) and hair pointing in every direction.
“You okay?” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes slightly to erase the sleep.
You couldn’t say anything. All you could do was sit and watch as he slowly realized what was lying all around you. Boxes, instructions, and 3 tests that were hard to miss. He dropped to his knees, picking up the first one he saw.
“Pregnant?” He whispered, eyes glued to the thing in his eyes.
You couldn’t breathe. Everything was crushing your chest to the point where you were sure you were going to die.
“You’re pregnant?” Tears gathered in his eyes while he looked at you, a dopey smile on his face while he took the time to let it sink in.
You nodded, you naturally copy his expression. You both were crying, out of shock or happiness, no one knows for sure. But what you knew was Jiung leapt forward and engulfed you in a hug, kissing your shoulder to the news.
And three years later, he proved himself. You had given birth to a baby girl named Sooha, officially married soon after, and most importantly, you were happy.
Jiung stepped up, taking care of you and the baby better than you could have ever imagined. Buying whatever you both were craving from Oreos to lobster. He spent time away from the group to prioritize your family and even going out of the way to letting everyone — including his, now large, fanbase that he was happy with you and your family.
Jiung sat at the table next to Sooha who just turned three years old. Both of them watching you bring the Lion King cake you had someone make custom for her. Keeho started singing Happy Birthday, clapping his hands together when everyone joined in.
In moments like this, you were happy. Happy that you were reunited, happy that you were able to live such a beautiful life with Jiung and his family (whether or not they were blood).
Jiung might have become a father by accident, but it might have been the best thing he’s ever done.
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