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NINE AND THREE QUARTERS ⋆⁺₊❅ pt 1 .

⭑.ᐟ Roommates to Lovers - Park Sunghoon

Somehow, in the middle of your semester break, you ended up with a new roommate. Your landlord rented out the second room in your flat without telling you, and now you’re living with Sunghoon. At first, your paths barely cross, you’re buried in work, and he’s always at the rink. But slowly, he slips into your routine in ways you never expected. And in one faithful night, everything shifts. Suddenly, living together isn't awkward anymore. You start looking forward to him coming home. Maybe, just maybe, home isn’t a place. Maybe it’s a person.

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ᵎ!ᵎ WARNINGS ──── GRAPHIC CONTENT! Swearing, partying, consumption of alcohol, hospital visits, EATING DISORDER, mentions of date-rape drugs, being drugged, mentions of the police, vomiting !! Please refrain from reading this fic if themes like dieting, bulimia, and anorexia could be triggering for you. Please take care of yourself, lots of love <<3 # TAGS ──── SLOW-BURN Figure skater!Sunghoon, Architecture student!Y/N, college sports, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

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Hallucinating. You had to be hallucinating. Maybe Jaemin was right. Maybe the sleep loss was catching up with you. You were starting to hallucinate. You were pretty sure that there was a hot guy flipping through the first pages of one of your fashion magazines. In your living room. Surrounded by moving boxes. You cleared your throat. “Hi?”

The guy looked up and smiled at you. Oh god.

Darkness. That was the first thing you noticed. Heavy, suffocating darkness clung to you like a thick fog, making it impossible to think, impossible to move. Then came the sound. Distant at first, like you were hearing everything from underwater. A rhythmic beeping. The faint hum of voices. Rubber soles moving across the floor. You tried to move, but your body refused to cooperate. Your fingers twitched slightly against the sheets, and a noise escaped your lips. The footsteps stopped. “Y/N?” You forced your eyes open. Harsh white light flooded your vision, sending a sharp pain through your skull. You squeezed them shut again with a faint whimper. “That’s okay,” the woman said, lowering her voice. “Take your time. You’re safe.” Something shifted beside you, followed by the quiet click of a switch. The light behind your eyelids softened. You tried again. This time, you managed to keep your eyes open, although everything remained blurred around the edges. A woman in dark blue scrubs stood beside the bed, one hand resting near the monitor to your left. “Can you hear me?” You gave the smallest nod, blinking at her. “Good. My name is Mina. I’m one of the nurses looking after you.” She leaned slightly closer. “Can you tell me your name?” Your lips felt dry and strangely numb when you answered. “Y/N L/N.” “And do you know where you are?” Your gaze drifted around the space. You noticed a pale curtain surrounding the bed you were lying on, thin wires disappearing beneath the blanket covering you, tape against the inside of your arm, holding an IV line in place. “Hospital,” you whispered. “That’s right.” The nurse gave you a reassuring smile before reaching for the blood-pressure cuff around your arm. “Do you know what day it is?” You stared at her, swallowing dryly when you realised you didn’t. You didn’t know what day it was. The question should have been easy, but your thoughts scattered the moment you reached for an answer. You remembered getting dressed. Sunghoon standing in the bathroom with white paint smeared across his face. The heat inside the party. Flashing lights. After that, there was only a blank stretch of nothing. Your answer came out as a whisper, as your throat tightened. “I don’t know.” “That’s okay.” Her voice remained gentle. “Do you remember what happened tonight?” You swallowed, your throat aching with the movement. “I went to a party.” “Anything after that?” You closed your eyes for a second, trying to push through the fog. You remembered music, someone talking to you, the room tilting beneath your feet. Then nothing. “No.” The nurse checked the monitor, then shone a small light briefly across each of your pupils. “Are you in pain?” “My head.” Your voice barely carried over the insistent beeping. “It hurts.” “On a scale from zero to ten?” You closed your eyes for a second, trying to gauge how painful the throbbing was, ignoring the feeling of panic flaring up in your chest. “Seven. Maybe. I get these migraines sometimes.” “And do you feel nauseous?” “A little.” She nodded and made a note on the chart beside the bed. “You were brought in after losing consciousness at a party. Your friends called an ambulance. Your vital signs are stable now, but you were very difficult to wake when you arrived, so we’ve been monitoring you closely.”

Your fingers tightened weakly around the blanket. “Why?” “We’re still waiting for some of the laboratory results,” she explained, smiling gently at you. “The doctors are concerned that you may have been given something without your knowledge. One of them will speak with you now that you’re awake.” Your stomach tightened. Before you could ask anything else, the curtain shifted, and a doctor stepped inside. He introduced himself, then repeated several of the nurse’s questions. Your name. Where you were. What you remembered. Whether you had consumed alcohol or taken any medication. “I took ibuprofen,” you murmured. “For a migraine.” “Anything else?” You shook your head carefully. “Did you drink alcohol tonight?” You blinked, trying your best to remember anything from the day before. “I…I don’t remember.” The doctor nodded, his expression serious but not alarmed. “Your initial blood work is reassuring. Your blood sugar and electrolyte levels are stable, and there are no immediate signs of a serious injury. We’re still waiting for the toxicology results, so I can’t tell you exactly what caused the loss of consciousness yet.” You stared at him, trying to follow every word despite the fog pressing against your thoughts. “Was I drugged?” “It’s a possibility,” he said carefully. “Your symptoms and the account provided by your friends are concerning for that, but we need the laboratory results before we can be more certain.” Your stomach twisted violently. You’ve gotten drugged. You went to that stupid party, and someone had mixed something into your water. You blinked at the doctor, your brain feeling weirdly blank all of a sudden. You’ve gotten drugged. “Your brother is waiting outside,” the nurse added softly. “Would you like us to bring him in?” Donghyuck. The thought of him sitting somewhere beyond the curtain made something inside you loosen and tighten at the same time. You nodded. The nurse disappeared through the curtain. A few moments later, hurried footsteps approached, slowing only when Donghyuck stepped into view. He was wearing part of a vampire costume. His dark shirt was wrinkled, and the fake blood around his mouth had smeared across one cheek. His eyes were swollen and red. The sight of him made your chest ache. “Hey,” he breathed. He crossed the space between you in two steps and reached for your hand, holding it carefully between both of his. “Hey, Bug.” You stared at him. “What happened?” His expression crumpled for half a second before he forced it back under control. “You collapsed at the party.” His thumbs moved nervously over your knuckles. “Jaemin came with you in the ambulance. They think someone put something in your drink.” Your stomach twisted. “My water?” “We don’t know yet.” The room felt strangely distant again. The monitor continued beeping beside you, steady and indifferent. Someone had put something in your water. You pulled in a shallow breath. “Where’s Jaemin?” “He’s outside.” Donghyuck glanced toward the curtain. “Sunghoon too. They’ve both been here the whole time.” “Can they come in?” Donghyuck studied your face for a moment. “Are you sure?” You nodded. He squeezed your hand before stepping out to speak with the nurse. A few minutes passed before the curtain opened again. Jaemin entered first.

His eyes were red-rimmed, and the moment he saw you awake, his hand flew to his mouth. He crossed the room quickly but stopped beside the bed as though he was afraid to touch you without permission. “Oh, my God.” You gave him a weak smile. “Hi.” His face twisted, and tears filled his eyes almost immediately. Behind him, Sunghoon stepped through the opening in the curtain. Most of his costume was gone, but traces of dark makeup remained around his eyes. His hair was dishevelled, and his face looked drained of everything except exhaustion. He stayed near the end of the bed rather than approaching. For several seconds, neither of you spoke. You looked at him, searching through the missing pieces of the night. “You caught me.” It came out more like a question than a statement. Sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “Yeah,” his voice was rough. “You scared the hell out of us.” The words were quiet, almost restrained, but something in his expression made your chest tighten. The nurse returned before anyone could say more. “I need to check her blood pressure again,” she said gently. “You can stay for a few minutes, but she needs rest, and the doctor will want to reassess her once the remaining results are available.” Donghyuck immediately shifted aside. Jaemin wiped quickly at his face. Sunghoon remained where he was, one hand resting against the metal rail at the end of the bed. The cuff tightened around your arm. You stared at the ceiling while the machine hummed, trying to understand how the night had gone from flashing lights and music to a hospital bed surrounded by three frightened faces. No matter how hard you tried, the space between those two moments remained completely empty. ⋆꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔ The rest of the day passed in a blur. The hospital staff checked in on you frequently, making sure you were eating and drinking, and that the drug was fully leaving your system. Your body still felt sluggish, like moving through water, and your head pounded in a dull, persistent ache. By the time the evening rolled around, you were discharged with strict instructions to rest, stay hydrated, and come back if anything felt off. Donghyuck refused to let you go home alone, ignoring the fact that you wouldn’t be, that Sunghoon would be there with you and insisted on coming to your apartment. So Donghyuck, Sunghoon, and you settled into the couch in your living room, the TV casting a soft glow across the dimly lit living room. There was nothing particular you wanted to do or watch, everything feeling a bit over- and understimulating at the same time, but you knew your brother was worried. So you just let him pull you onto the sofa, opening Netflix and starting the first show that was on your recently watched list. You were looking at the TV, seeing the pictures, hearing the sounds, the music, the monologues, but you could barely focus on following the story. Your whole body still felt off, heavy, sluggish. Every movement required double the effort. It felt like there was a fog over everything, making it impossible to think too hard or even process what had happened. So you just sat there, curled up in the corner of the couch, wrapped in one of the throw blankets.

They had given you medication against the nausea, so you could eat at least a bit. Your stomach felt upset nonetheless, no matter how much you drank or shifted your position, so at one point you had just given up, slumping into the sofa, willing yourself to stay awake for at least the first episode of whatever you were watching. Donghyuck was chattering away, commenting on everything that was happening, even roping in Sunghoon into muttering a few comments here and there. At one point, your brother turned to you, seemingly wanting to see if you agreed with what he had just said. “Right, Y/N?” You blinked slowly, shifting your eyes to focus on his face instead of the TV. “Huh?” Donghyuck’s teasing expression faltered slightly, and his eyes softened. “Never mind,” he said gently. “Are you tired?” You nodded, barely holding back a yawn. Donghyuck reached for the remote, lowering the volume. “You should sleep. You’ve had a long day.” You were about to agree, but when you tried to move, your entire body protested. Even sitting up felt like too much effort. “Mhm, I’ll go after this episode.” Donghyuck hummed in agreement and turned back to the TV. Somewhere in the middle of the episode, your body gave in to exhaustion. You woke up in the middle of the night. It took you a moment to realise you were curled into Donghyuck’s side, your head resting against his chest. His arm was draped over you protectively, his slow, steady breathing the only sound in the quiet room. You adjusted slightly and closed your eyes again. ⋆꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔ The apartment was quiet. Sunghoon stood in the kitchen, rolling his shoulders back as he stared at the half-chopped apple sitting on the cutting board in front of him. His eyes kept flicking toward the living room, where you were curled up on the couch, asleep. Again. Donghyuck had left a few hours ago, only after making you swear you would be okay. He assured you and Sunghoon that he would be back in seconds if he was needed. Now, it was just the two of you. Sunghoon knew that you wouldn’t be on top of your game less than a day after being drugged, but his heart clenched every time he walked past your sleeping figure on the sofa. You had dragged yourself from your room into the living room, claiming your room was too cold to be in, wrapping yourself in multiple layers of blankets before passing out not long after. Donghyuck had insisted you ate lunch while he was there, wanting to see you eat at least a bit, seeming satisfied after you ate a whole bowl of rice and some soup before you took painkillers and suppressants against the nausea. Sunghoon had called his mom after he had woken up today, having the desire to speak to someone who was truly adult about the whole situation. She had offered to come to Seoul, taking care of the two of you for a few days, or at least until you were feeling a bit better, when she learned that your mother couldn’t. He had declined her offer, but gratefully accepted her recipes for an upset stomach. Starting with serving you some vegetables that were easily digestible. So he neatly arranged a banana, a few pieces of cucumber, carrots and some graham crackers before setting the plate down on the coffee table. Maybe you felt like eating a bit when you woke up, and the meds had kicked in. ⋆꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔

You jerked awake, shooting upright so quickly that the sudden movement sent a sharp pulse through your head. For a few seconds, you didn’t know where you were. The apartment was silent around you, the curtains pulled almost completely shut. Thin lines of sunlight filtered in around the edges of the fabric, cutting pale strips across the living room floor. The television had been turned off at some point, and the only sound came from the low hum of the air conditioner and your own uneven breathing. You were sweating. Your shirt clung uncomfortably to your back, and damp strands of hair stuck to your forehead and the side of your neck. At the same time, your skin felt cold beneath the blankets wrapped around you, a strange chill sitting deep inside your body despite the heat trapped underneath the fabric. You slowly started peeling the blankets away. Even that felt like too much effort. Your arms were heavy, your fingers clumsy as they caught in the folds, and it took you much longer than it should have to free your legs. By the time the last blanket slipped onto the floor, your heart was beating too quickly for someone who had done nothing but sit up. For a long moment, you stayed there. Your feet rested against the cool floor while you leaned forward, elbows braced against your knees. You took one breath, then another, trying to orient yourself. Your body felt wrong. Heavy and hollow at the same time. Your head still hurt, though the sharp migraine from the day before had softened into a dull, persistent pressure behind your eyes. Your muscles ached like you had been running for hours, and every part of you seemed to lag a second behind your thoughts. Then your stomach growled. The sound was loud in the quiet apartment, followed by an uncomfortable twist that made you place a hand against your middle. You couldn’t remember the last time you had eaten properly. You swallowed, but there was barely any moisture in your mouth. The movement scraped against the back of your throat and made you wince. Water. You needed water. Maybe something small to eat as well. Rice. Toast. Something plain enough that your stomach wouldn’t protest. You placed both hands against the sofa and pushed yourself upright. The world tilted immediately. You tightened your grip on the backrest, your fingers digging into the fabric as the living room shifted sideways. Black spots flickered briefly at the edges of your vision. You squeezed your eyes shut, breathing slowly until the floor seemed to settle beneath you again. When you opened them, the room was still. Mostly. You waited another few seconds before carefully letting go of the sofa. Your legs felt unsteady, but they held. The distance between the living room and the kitchen had never seemed particularly far before, but now every step required concentration. You moved slowly, one hand occasionally brushing against the wall or the edge of the furniture, as though your own apartment had become unfamiliar overnight. A small Post-it note was stuck to the refrigerator door. You stopped in front of it. Sunghoon’s handwriting covered most of the yellow paper, neat but slightly tilted to one side. I cut up some fruit and vegetables for you. It’s in the blue box you always use. My mom said you should get well soon. A tiny smiley face had been drawn beneath the message.

You stared at it for longer than necessary. Somehow you were weirdly touched and embarrassed at the same time that Sunghoon had told his mom, probably asked her what to do and then had taken the time to cut up fruit for you. With a quiet huff, you pulled the refrigerator door open. The light struck your eyes immediately. Pain shot through your skull, sharp enough to make you recoil. You let the door fall closed again and raised one hand to cover your face, blinking rapidly against the burning behind your eyes. For a moment, you stood there with your palm pressed against the counter. The dizziness returned, softer this time but still enough to make your stomach shift unpleasantly. Maybe food could wait. Maybe you should drink something first. The pounding in your head might be dehydration. The dry mouth definitely was. If you drank some water and sat down again, you might feel normal enough to eat the fruit afterwards. A half-full bottle of water stood on the counter. You reached for it, rubbing the heel of your free hand against one eye before twisting the cap open. Your fingers felt weaker than usual, and the thin plastic crumpled slightly beneath your grip. You brought the bottle to your mouth and took three large swallows. The water was lukewarm, but you didn’t care. It felt good against your throat, washing away some of the dryness. For approximately two seconds. Then it didn’t sit right. Your stomach tightened so suddenly that you froze with the bottle still near your lips. A hard, unpleasant twist pulled through your middle. Not quite pain. Something worse. Something shifting and unstable, as if the water had disturbed whatever fragile balance your stomach had managed to find while you were asleep. You stopped breathing. For a second, you simply stood there, staring at the cabinet in front of you. Maybe it would pass. You had drunk too quickly. That was all. Your stomach had been empty, and you had swallowed too much water at once. It would settle if you stayed still. You lowered the bottle carefully. Your mouth filled with saliva. Your stomach rolled again, sharper this time. No. Your hand flew to your middle while the other placed the bottle onto the counter so quickly that it tipped onto its side. Water sloshed against the plastic, but you barely noticed. No, that was not good. You turned instinctively toward the sink, bending forward slightly as another wave passed through you. Please, no. The thought came before anything else. You pressed your palm harder against your stomach, as though enough pressure might hold everything in place. Your breathing became shallow and careful. In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Slowly. Calmly. It was nausea. Just nausea. You had been drugged. You had barely eaten. You had drunk too quickly. There were a dozen reasonable explanations for why you felt sick. This was different. It had to be different. You squeezed your eyes shut. Your throat tightened every time you swallowed. The nausea rose and fell in unpredictable waves, and panic followed it immediately, hot and violent beneath your ribs. You could not throw up. Your fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt. You didn’t want to. You couldn’t allow yourself to.

The thought sounded irrational even inside your own head. People threw up when they were sick. It happened. It meant nothing. Your body was trying to protect itself after everything it had been through. But your body did not seem to understand that this was supposed to be different. It remembered. The pressure beneath your ribs. The saliva gathering beneath your tongue. The instinctive way your body folded forward before you even decided to move. You knew every step that would come next. That knowledge terrified you more than the nausea itself. You inhaled through your nose. One. Exhaled slowly. Two. Again. In. Out. It would pass. It had to pass. You stayed perfectly still, one hand braced against the counter and the other pressed over your stomach. Gradually, the pressure eased. Only slightly, but enough that you could take a fuller breath. You opened your eyes. The kitchen came back into focus around you. The closed refrigerator. The tipped bottle. Sunghoon’s note fluttering faintly beneath the air from the vent. You were okay. You were getting through it. Maybe if you stood there for another minute, the nausea would disappear completely. Then you could go back to the sofa. You could lie down, pull the blankets over yourself and pretend none of this had happened. You lifted your head. The movement itself was small but still enough to set the next wave of nausea into motion. Your stomach clenched so violently that your knees almost gave out beneath you. You covered your mouth, a broken sound catching in your throat as you stumbled away from the counter. No. No, no, no. You barely made it into the bathroom. Your shoulder collided with the doorframe on the way inside, but you barely registered the dull pain. One hand caught the edge of the sink while the other remained clamped over your mouth. The cold porcelain pulled you back into reality for half a second. Then your stomach twisted again. You dropped to your knees in front of the toilet. The position was too familiar. That was the first clear thought that cut through the panic. Your knees against the cold floor. One hand gripping the toilet seat. Your head bowed as your body prepared itself, completely ignoring every desperate command you gave it. You stared down into the empty bowl. Your breathing came too quickly now, shallow and uneven, and every inhale seemed to catch halfway into your lungs. You were sick. That was all. You had been drugged. You had barely eaten. Your stomach was irritated. This was not something you had chosen. This had nothing to do with before. But the tiles beneath your knees felt the same. The pressure behind your ribs felt the same. The helpless, ugly awareness of what your body was about to do felt exactly the same. Your fingers tightened around the edge of the toilet. “No,” you whispered. The word disappeared into the quiet bathroom. Your mouth filled with saliva again. You swallowed forcefully, fighting against the reflex, but that only made the nausea rise higher. “No. Please.” You pressed one hand against your stomach, trying to force your breathing back into something manageable. A small, broken sound escaped your lips, and you bent forward further. The worst part was that you knew what came afterwards. The relief.

That brief emptiness. The sudden quiet after your body had stopped fighting itself. You hated that your mind remembered it. You hated that some distant, buried part of you anticipated it. The bathroom door opened behind you. “Y/N?” Sunghoon’s voice was sharp, immediately awake despite the sleep still roughening its edges. You froze. Shame hit you so quickly that it almost drowned out the nausea. He couldn’t see you like this. You turned your head slightly, but not enough to look at him. “Go.” The word came out hoarse and weak. There was a brief silence. “What happened?” His footsteps moved closer. “No.” You shook your head, though the motion immediately made the room tilt again. “Go away.” He didn’t. Of course he didn’t. You heard him cross the bathroom in two quick steps before he crouched beside you. His presence seemed to take up the entire small space, warm and solid against the cold air. “Hey, hey.” His hand hovered uncertainly near your back. “Are you going to be sick?” You flinched away from him. Your hand left the toilet long enough to press weakly against his chest. You tried to push him back, but there was barely any strength behind the movement. “Go,” you rasped again. “Go away, Sunghoon. I’m fine.” The lie sounded pathetic even to you. His brows drew together. “You’re not fine.” “I am.” You pushed at him once more, but he barely moved. Everything about the situation became unbearable at once. His closeness. His worry. The fact that he was looking at you, taking in the sweat on your face and the tears already gathering in your eyes. You were good. You weren’t doing this anymore. You hadn’t done this in years. Sunghoon had to leave. But before either of you could say anything else, another contraction pulled through your stomach. You doubled over, both hands returning to the toilet seat as your throat tightened around a sob. The nausea rose hard and fast, forcing your body forward. Sunghoon’s hand landed carefully between your shoulder blades. You tried to shrug him off. “Don’t.” “I’m just trying to help.” “I don’t need help.” Your voice cracked at the end. You hated this. You hated how familiar the cold floor felt beneath your knees. You hated that your body knew exactly what position to take, how to brace itself, how to wait for the inevitable. Worse, you hated the small, traitorous thought moving beneath the panic. If you threw up, you would feel better. You knew that. Throwing up always helped. The nausea would disappear. The pressure would ease. The terrible fullness in your chest and stomach would finally be gone. The thought was almost reassuring. That realisation made terror flood through you all over again. “Sunghoon,” you whispered. You did not know whether you were asking him to stay or begging him to leave. “I know,” he said quickly. His voice was tense. “I know. Just breathe, okay? Don’t fight it too hard.” A miserable sound escaped you, somewhere between a laugh and a sob. He went still. “No, I mean…” He shook his head rapidly, realising too late that he had said the wrong thing. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” You squeezed your eyes shut and took a few laborious breaths, trying to get yourself under control, fighting your body even more.

“Do you want water?” he asked, panic creeping more openly into his voice. “Or your medication? Maybe the pills they gave you can still help.” You shook your head. The movement made your stomach lurch again. You folded forward, one hand flying to your mouth as a choked, helpless noise tore out of you. Sunghoon cursed under his breath. “Okay. Okay.” His breathing was too quick now. “Don’t move. I’ll call the hospital.” That sentence broke through the fog immediately. “No!” Sunghoon had already started to stand, but he stopped halfway and looked down at you. “No?” “Don’t call them.” Your voice shook so much, you weren’t sure he understood what you said. “Y/N, you were discharged less than a day ago.” “I’m fine.” “You’re crying on the bathroom floor.” “I said I’m fine,” you snapped, moving away from him. He stared at you for half a second, disbelief and fear moving across his face. Then he crouched beside you again. “You’re not fine,” his voice was quiet. His hand reached toward your face, hesitating before carefully brushing the loose strands of hair away from your damp forehead. “Let me call them. I can explain what’s happening and ask if this is normal. We don’t even have to go back unless they tell us to.” Your chest tightened further. The thought of the hospital made the humiliation burn hotter. Doctors asking questions. Someone writing down your weight again, discussing your body, telling you that this wasn’t healthy. Donghyuck finding out. Everyone watching. Everyone knowing that you could not even be trusted to recover normally. “If I could just…” You swallowed hard, another wave building beneath your ribs. “If I could just get it out, it would stop.” The words left your mouth before you could catch them. Sunghoon’s expression changed, only slightly, a small crease forming between his brows. “What?” Your entire body went cold. You turned your face away from him. “Nothing,” tears spilt down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. Sunghoon’s hand stilled against your back. “For what?” You shook your head. For making him sit here. For making him see you like this. For knowing exactly what would make the nausea stop. For the horrible, quiet relief that had already started forming in your mind before your body had even done anything. “You shouldn’t have to…” Your voice broke. “You shouldn’t have to deal with this.” “Don’t,” the word came out louder than he intended, but you flinched nonetheless. His face changed immediately. “Sorry.” He softened his voice, moving his hand more carefully over your back. “Don’t apologise. Okay? You don’t have to apologise to me.” You stared down at the tile. “You just got out of the hospital,” he continued. “You’re sick. That’s all. There’s nothing wrong with being sick.” But there was. He didn’t understand. You weren’t doing this anymore. A sob pushed its way out of your throat. You covered your mouth, but it was too late. You weren’t the girl who knelt on bathroom floors anymore. You weren’t the girl who waited until everyone was asleep. You weren’t the girl who planned how long to run the tap so nobody would hear. You felt weak, embarrassed, dirty, wrong. Sunghoon kept one hand between your shoulder blades while the other hovered uncertainly near your arm. He clearly did not know whether touching you was helping or making everything worse. “Oh, Y/N.”

The pity you thought you heard in his voice made your throat close. You hated it. You hated the idea of him feeling sorry for you. You wanted to tell him to stop looking at you like that, but the nausea rose again before you could speak. Sunghoon saw the change in your face. “Shit.” You turned toward the toilet. One hand caught the sink while your stomach contracted hard enough to make your entire body jerk forward. Sunghoon’s hand returned to your back immediately. The sound that escaped you was horrified and miserable, followed by the violent tightening of your stomach as what little remained inside it came up. Your eyes burned. Your throat burned. Your fingers slipped against the cold porcelain, and Sunghoon moved closer, supporting your shoulder when you shook too hard to keep yourself steady. “It’s okay,” he muttered, the words sounding more like something he was telling himself than something he expected you to believe. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” You hated that he was there. You were grateful that he was there. Both feelings existed so violently beside each other that you could barely separate them. Your body contracted again. Then again. Each time, the pressure eased slightly. And there it was. Relief. Small at first. Then unmistakable. The nausea retreated. The painful fullness beneath your ribs loosened. Your breathing became easier between the sobs catching in your throat. You noticed it immediately. That was the worst part. The nausea had terrified you. The relief terrified you more. Your body remembered this. Some part of you still recognised the emptiness afterwards as something clean and quiet. You hated yourself for feeling it. When it was over, you remained bent above the toilet for several seconds, trembling hard enough that your teeth almost knocked together. Sunghoon’s hand moved slowly across your back. You sat back on your heels. A sob escaped you before you could stop it. Sunghoon reached forward and flushed the toilet quickly. “I’ll get you water,” he said. “Stay here. Don’t stand up.” Before you could answer, he was gone. You heard his footsteps hurry through the hallway, followed by the sound of drawers and cabinets opening in the kitchen. The second he disappeared, you pushed yourself upright. Your knees protested, and the room tilted again, but you grabbed the edge of the washing machine and forced yourself to stand. Your mouth tasted awful. Acid burned at the back of your throat. The bitter taste clung to your tongue, and you could still smell it in the small bathroom. You needed it gone. Immediately. Your hand reached for your toothbrush before you had consciously decided to move. You knew you were supposed to rinse first. Some distant, reasonable part of your mind remembered being told that brushing immediately was bad for your teeth. You did not care. The taste made your skin crawl. It made everything too real. You squeezed toothpaste onto the brush with shaking fingers and started scrubbing. The sharp mint burned against your tongue. You brushed harder; the repetitive movement quieted something inside your head. Back and forth. Across the front. Along the sides. The taste of mint replacing the acid. The foam gathering in the sink. For a second, it almost felt meditative. Automatic. Familiar. That thought made your hand falter.

You spat into the sink and rinsed your mouth. It wasn’t enough. You could still feel it at the back of your throat, could still taste something sour beneath the mint. You cleaned the toothbrush, squeezed more toothpaste onto it and started again. Harder this time. Your gums hurt, but you kept brushing. You needed every trace of it gone. After a minute or maybe more, you rinsed your mouth again, and cleaned the toothbrush more carefully than necessary before placing it back into its holder. When you finally lifted your head, your reflection stared back at you. You looked awful. Your face was pale, almost grey beneath the bathroom light. Your hair had fallen loose around your shoulders, damp strands sticking to your cheeks and forehead. Your eyes were swollen and red from crying, your mouth trembling faintly even though the vomiting had stopped. Your cheeks looked hollow. You stared at them. At least your face looked smaller. The thought arrived before you could stop it. Disgust rose through you so quickly that you almost gagged again. What was wrong with you? You had just been drugged. You had spent the night in a hospital. You had collapsed in front of a room full of people and woken up with no memory of how you had gotten there. And this was what your brain chose to notice. The shape of your face. The emptiness in your stomach. You gripped the edge of the sink. Your stomach felt hollow now. Not simply hungry. Truly empty. The sensation sat beneath your ribs, strange and familiar, making you aware of every angle of your body. The slight pull of your shirt against your waist. The bones beneath your hands. The absence of anything heavy inside you. It had been years since you had felt like this. Years since empty had meant more than hunger. Years since you had treated that hollow ache like proof that you had done something right. You stared at your reflection for too long. Your hand remained braced against the sink, the other hanging uselessly beside you. The girl in the mirror looked just as shocked as you felt. Sunghoon shifted behind you. You had almost forgotten that he was there, but he was watching you quietly, holding a glass of water and a bucket in his hands. You looked up and met his gaze through the mirror. He wasn’t looking at you with disgust. That almost made it worse. His expression was soft and worried, his brows drawn together as he took in your shaking hands and tear-streaked face. Heat spread across your face despite the cold sitting beneath your skin. He placed the bucket carefully beside the sink, then he held the glass of water toward you. “Rinse with this,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to drink it yet.” You took it because refusing would require looking at him. Your fingers brushed his, and you pulled your hand away too quickly, making some of the water spill over the rim. “Sorry,” the word escaped you almost automatically. Sunghoon’s jaw tightened. “Stop apologising.” You stared into the glass. He stood there for another second before clearing his throat. “Do you want to sleep in my room?” You looked up at him through the mirror. “What?” His expression changed slightly, as though he immediately regretted the way he had phrased it.

“Not like…” He scratched the back of his neck, looking away for the first time. “I just mean so I can hear you if you need anything. If you get sick again.” Your stomach dropped for a completely different reason. Humiliation crashed through you so quickly that your eyes stung all over again. To him, it was probably practical. He was worried because you had been in the hospital. He wanted to make sure you did not faint or choke or need help while he was asleep. But all you heard was that you could not be trusted alone. That you looked bad enough to need watching. That he had seen something in you that made him believe you were not safe in your own room. You swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” The words came out thin and unconvincing. Sunghoon looked at you. You could tell he did not believe you. He did not challenge you immediately, though. “Okay,” he said carefully. “But if you’re not, you can say so.” You nodded because you did not trust yourself to speak, before you drowned the glass and placed it back on the counter with shaky hands. Sunghoon watched you for a moment, then he stepped a little closer, still far away that he couldn’t touch you. “You don’t have to go back to your room,” he said quietly. “That’s all I meant.” You folded the towel over the metal rail, smoothing it twice even though it was already straight. “I know,” your voice was quiet, almost fragile as you answered. Sunghoon glanced down at the bucket beside the sink before looking back at you. “I can put this next to the bed,” he said. “Just in case.” You nodded again. He reached for it, then hesitated. “Do you want me to call Donghyuck?” “No.” Your answer came so quickly, Sunghoon raised his eyebrows in surprise. “No,” you repeated, softer this time. “Please don’t tell him.” Something shifted in his expression, but he did not ask why. “Okay.” He picked up the bucket and stepped into the hallway. You stayed in front of the mirror for another second before you turned off the bathroom light and followed him outside. ⋆꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔*:･*❆ ₊꙳❅*°⋆❆.ೃ࿔ Sunghoon’s room was darker than yours. The curtains were pulled almost completely shut, only a thin strip of light slipping through where the fabric did not quite meet in the middle. His desk was cluttered with notebooks, tape, charger cables and one of his training jackets thrown carelessly over the back of the chair. A faint trace of his cologne still clung to the room, mixed with laundry detergent and the colder air from the AC. You stood near the doorway for a second, suddenly feeling awkward. It was strange, being in here. You had helped him move into the room months ago. You had brought him coffee while he studied at his desk, stood in the doorway while talking to him, and occasionally walked in to steal one of his chargers after knocking. But you had never been inside his bed. Sunghoon placed the bucket on the floor beside the nightstand and moved one of the pillows closer to the wall. “You can take that side,” he said, gesturing toward it. “It’s closer to the bathroom.” You nodded. The practical explanation only made your embarrassment return. He must have noticed something in your expression because he quickly added, “Not because I think you’re going to be sick again. Just in case you get dizzy when you stand up.” “I know.” Your voice sounded small in the quiet room.

You climbed onto the mattress carefully, trying not to move too quickly. Your body still felt weak and uncertain beneath you, as if even sitting down required more coordination than it should have. Sunghoon pulled the blanket back for you before stepping away. You lowered yourself onto the far side of the bed, turning onto your side with your back toward the wall. The mattress dipped beneath your weight and smelled faintly like him. Clean fabric, shampoo and something warmer you could not identify. You pulled the blanket up to your chest. Sunghoon remained standing beside the bed for a moment, clearly unsure what to do with himself. “You can sleep,” you murmured. “You don’t have to watch me.” “I wasn’t going to watch you.” You turned your head enough to look at him. He was already frowning slightly, as if he had only just realised how strange that sounded. “I mean,” he added quickly, “I’m not going to sit there and stare at you.” Despite everything, a small breath of laughter left you. It barely made a sound, but Sunghoon’s shoulders loosened when he heard it. “Good,” you whispered. He nodded, then walked around the bed and lay down on the other side. The mattress shifted beneath him. Sunghoon stayed as close to the edge as possible, leaving a wide strip of untouched bedding between the two of you. There was enough room for another person to lie comfortably in the space separating your bodies. He turned onto his back and pulled the blanket up only as far as his waist. You remained on your side, facing the room. The room fell silent. You could hear the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint ticking of the clock on his nightstand. Somewhere outside, a car drove past, its headlights briefly slipping through the gap in the curtains before disappearing again. You closed your eyes. Your body was exhausted. Every muscle felt heavy, your head still ached, and the cold emptiness in your stomach had been replaced by a dull soreness. You should have fallen asleep immediately. Instead, your mind refused to become quiet. You could still feel the edge of the toilet beneath your fingers. The bitter taste beneath the toothpaste. Sunghoon’s hand against your back. The way he had looked at you through the mirror. You pulled the blanket a little higher, pressing your lips together as if that could stop the memories from moving through your head. Minutes passed. You were not sure how many. Sunghoon shifted slightly on the other side of the bed. The movement was careful, almost hesitant, as though he was trying not to disturb you. Then he spoke. “I’m sorry.” Your eyes opened. For a second, you thought you might have imagined it. You slowly turned your head toward him. Sunghoon was still lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. His arms rested stiffly at his sides, one hand gripping the edge of the blanket. “For what?” His jaw moved slightly before he answered. “For convincing you to go.” Your brows drew together. “What?” “To the party.” His voice was quiet. “You didn’t want to go.” You turned onto your back so you could look at him properly. His profile was barely visible in the darkness. The line of his nose, the slight tension in his jaw, his eyes fixed stubbornly above him instead of looking in your direction.

“You had a migraine,” he continued. “You looked exhausted before we even left, and I still told you it would be fine.” “Sunghoon–” “I should’ve told you to stay home.” “No.” The word came out more firmly than anything you had said since leaving the hospital. Sunghoon finally looked at you. You pushed yourself slightly higher against the pillow. “No,” you repeated. “You didn’t do anything.” “I convinced you to come.” “And I’m glad you did.” He stared at you. You swallowed, suddenly aware of how dry your throat still felt. “I mean it,” you said. “It was fun.” His expression did not change. “At the beginning,” you added quickly. “When I was with you and your friends. And Jaemin. I was having fun.” Sunghoon’s brows pulled together. “You don’t have to make me feel better.” “I’m not,” you turned more toward him, ignoring the way the room shifted faintly with the movement. “I never go anywhere,” you said. “You know that. I work or study or stay at home. And I wanted to go. I was nervous, but I wanted to.” He looked unconvinced. “You said yourself that you didn’t like parties.” “I don’t usually.” “That’s not the point.” “It is,” you took a breath, trying to arrange your thoughts into something that made sense. “I had fun when Jake hugged me even though it almost killed me,” you murmured. “And when Jay started arguing with Jaemin about music. And when you made your team lose at beer pong the whole time because you kept throwing the ball everywhere else instead of the table.” Sunghoon’s mouth shifted faintly. “I wasn’t losing.” “You were terrible.” “I had one bad round.” “You missed the table with like every shot.” “It was crowded.” A tiny smile pulled at your mouth despite yourself. For a moment, the tension in the room eased. Then Sunghoon looked away again, and it disappeared. “You still wouldn’t have been there if I hadn’t asked you.” You stared at him. “No,” you said softly. “But that doesn’t make it your fault.” He remained silent. The guilt in his expression made something uncomfortable twist in your chest. “It was mine.” Sunghoon turned his head sharply. “What?” You looked down at the blanket gathered beneath your hands. “It was my fault.” Sunghoon pushed himself onto one elbow. “No.” “I should have paid attention.” “No.” “I didn’t even think about having to watch my cup.” “Y/N.” “It was just water, right? Why would someone spike water?” Your voice began moving faster, the thoughts spilling out now that you had started. “Everyone knows you’re supposed to watch your drinks at parties. I was stupid. I wasn’t paying attention, and then everyone had to deal with it. You and Jaemin had to deal wth me being unconscious. You had to call the ambulance. Donghyuck left whatever party he was at and came in his costume. You missed training today and had to sit there all night because I–” “Stop.” Sunghoon’s voice cut through yours. You froze. He was fully turned toward you now, the empty space between you suddenly feeling smaller despite neither of you having moved closer. “That is not what happened.” You looked away. “It is.” “No,” his answer was immediate. “You had fun at a party and trusted the people around you to not have any bad intentions. That’s what you did.” “I should’ve been more careful,” you pressed your lips together.

Sunghoon’s voice stayed controlled, but there was something sharp beneath it now. Not anger directed at you, but anger that seemed to fill the space around him. “He put something in your drink,” he said. “He did that. You didn’t.” “I still drank it.” “Because you thought it was water.” “I should’ve noticed.” “How?” You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. “How were you supposed to notice?” he asked again. “Was it supposed to smell different? Look different? Were you supposed to know what he was thinking?” You stared down at your hands. Sunghoon sat up slightly, his back resting against the headboard. “You trusted someone not to poison you,” he continued. “That isn’t a mistake.” Your throat tightened. “It feels like one.” “I know,” his voice was firm. “But it wasn’t, Y/N. It wasn’t your fault.” You blinked rapidly, refusing to look at him. “If I had been more careful–” “Then he might have done it to someone else.” You looked at him. Sunghoon’s face was difficult to read in the darkness, but his eyes were fixed on you. “That doesn’t make it better,” he said. “And it doesn’t make you responsible. It means he made a choice to hurt someone.” Your chest felt too tight“You don’t know that he wanted to hurt me.” “He drugged you,” his voice hardened again. “He watched you get confused. He watched you lose control of your body, and he still kept touching you.” Fragments flashed through your mind. A hand at your waist. A voice too close to your ear. The wall beneath your palm. Then Sunghoon’s voice cutting through the music. You squeezed your eyes shut. “That was his choice,” Sunghoon said. “Every part of it.” The mattress shifted. For a second, you thought he might move closer, but he did not. He remained on his side of the bed, leaving the space between you untouched. “Not yours,” he continued. “You didn’t choose to be drugged. None of this is your fault. It's not mine or Jaemin’s. It’s Intak’s fault.” You turned your face toward the wall again. The darkness blurred slightly as tears gathered in your eyes. Sunghoon was quiet for a few seconds, then his voice softened. “And you’re allowed to feel awful. You don’t have to be okay.” Your fingers tightened against the fabric. “You were drugged,” he said. “You woke up in a hospital without knowing what happened to you. You feel sick, and tired, and scared. You’re allowed to feel all of that.” A tear slipped from the corner of your eye and disappeared into the pillow. “You’re allowed to be angry,” he continued. “Or upset. Or disgusted. You’re allowed to hate everything right now.” His voice cracked slightly on the next sentence. “You don’t have to make it easier for us if it’s hard for you, Y/N.” That hurt more than you expected. You swallowed hard and tried to say something, anything, but nothing came out of your mouth, because what were you supposed to say? You were you fine? The silence stretched between you, but he did not fill it immediately. He did not ask whether you understood. He did not make you promise that you believed him. He simply remained there, close enough that you could hear his breathing but far enough that you did not feel cornered. You stared at the wall. Your body still felt wrong. Your stomach was hurting, your throat was burning, shame was still sitting heavily beneath your skin. Nothing he had said made those feelings disappear.

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[심 재윤] ──── fratboy!jake 𝔁 f!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : college AU, toxic romance, fraternity/sorority 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : swearing, mention of vaping/smoking, fuckboy!jake, introvert!f!reader, mention of alcohol 𝐰𝐜 : 2.8k

❕# Even though I’ve made researches on fraternities and sororities systems, I’m so sorry if there are mistakes or things that don’t make sense at all :’) that’s why I dropped it btw. BUT ENJOYYYYY !!!!

( ⚠️THIS IS AN UNFINISHED WORK THAT I DROPPED MONTHS AGO)

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your brother's a prick! ★ lee haechan x reader.

tags: haechan x reader ft maeda riku. best friend's brother trope. fluff. haechan plays the bass and has jet black hair and he's so sexy. wc: 1.8k words. note: this was supposed to be way shorter... but idk what happened sorry. pls enjoy hihi! i love band boy haechan.

you’ve always known that riku has an older brother.

he had mentioned it on several occasions, something along the lines of — my jerk brother borrowed my jeans without telling me, or i couldn’t sleep because my prick brother kept playing his stupid bass!

what you didn’t know, is said brother is this hot.

dearestevan

REPLAY : 09 is it Heavy

— ᨳଓ . In which Jungwon takes "age is just a number" a little too seriously and makes it his personal mission to get Jay’s best friend's best friend to like him back, even if she’s made it painfully clear that younger boys have never been, and never will be, her type.

notes. . !! this is a filler chapter as i wanted to do a 2mos time skip . im sry if im speeding things up but i #PROMISE something is coming after this chapter onwards. beware. no more laughing

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pairing: nerd!jake x reader

genre: college au, eventual simp x simp dynamic, smut, slow burn

synopsis: getting partnered with jake, the tall awkward nerd from on of your computer science classes, should've been simple—work on the project, get your grade, move on. except now you're completely obsessed with him and he's totally clueless about it. between tutoring sessions you definitely don't need and "coincidental" dorm hall run-ins, you're pulling out all the stops. too bad jake's more interested in his textbooks than your very obvious flirting.

you've never been rejected before, so this should be fine. …right?

warnings (MDNI 18+ only!!) : smut (oral sex(f. and m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, size difference, big dick!jake, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk!jake, dry humping, heavy makeout, whiny!jake), cursing, mild alcohol use, emotional manipulation, jealousy, themes of insecurity, angst, lots computer science related terms(i kind of geeked out here), reader's kind of delulu and a jerk

note: i'm back to my writing style for lighthearted fics for this one hehe. i lovelovelove nerdy shy men tropes sooo much. i did try to keep it a little realistic though. i hope you like this! enjoyyy

word count: 21.8k

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you were alone in the computer science lab at nearly midnight, which wasn't unusual. assignments had a way of turning the building into a second home. but tonight felt wrong. everything felt too much. the lights buzzed too loud, drilling into your skull with that persistent electrical hum. your eyes burned from staring at your screen for four hours straight, vision going fuzzy at the edges. somewhere around hour three, you'd stopped actually processing code and started just staring through it.

your cold coffee sat forgotten beside your laptop, abandoned but still somehow necessary because the alternative was admitting defeat and going back to your dorm where your roommate and her boyfriend were probably still taking up the entire common space. you'd rather deal with this. the overstimulation. the way every tiny sound felt amplified in the empty lab. the aggressive brightness of your laptop screen. the uncomfortable pressure building behind your eyes that meant you were about to either cry or throw your laptop across the room. probably both.

your code wasn't working. hadn't been working for two days, and you'd tried everything. every forum suggestion, every stack overflow solution, every pathetic office hours visit where you'd explained your problem three times and still left confused. the cursor blinked at you on line two thousand and forty seven, mocking. the compiler kept throwing errors you didn't understand, and you'd rewritten that function six times already. your hands shook slightly from too much caffeine and not enough food. that tight, hot feeling crept up your throat. the one that signalled imminent breakdown.

you pressed your palms against your eyes until you saw spots, trying to reset something in your overwhelmed nervous system. didn't work. nothing worked tonight.

the silence in the lab was the worst part, it was so quiet that it made you hyper-aware of your own breathing, your heartbeat, the small wet sound your tongue made against the roof of your mouth when you swallowed. you hated it.

then suddenly, the power cut out. total darkness that swallowed everything in an instant, your laptop screen going black, even the emergency exit signs disappearing. your heart kicked into overdrive, adrenaline flooding so fast you felt dizzy. you reached out instinctively for your laptop, fingers scrabbling across the desk, needing to confirm it was still there, that everything you'd been working on wasn't just gone.

suddenly you heard footsteps. someone else was in the lab. you hadn't known anyone else was here. the realisation sent fear spiking through your chest because you'd been so certain you were alone. now there was someone moving closer, footsteps uneven and hurried like they couldn't see any better than you. you opened your mouth to say something, but before you could form words there was sudden pressure against your shoulder, hard and unexpected, and then there was the splash of cold liquid, spreading across your lap and chest.

kissued

END OF THE LINE ✦ 박성훈 PARK SUNGHOON [ PART 02 ]

if you're gonna break me in two ⋆ masterpost ⋆ do what you gotta do GENRE + PAIRING ⋮ college au. ice hockey player!fratboy!sunghoon x fem!reader ⋮ PART 02 WC 31.4k

SYNOPSIS ⋮ you’ve been crushing on lee heeseung for most of your college life — long enough that you were beginning to crack. one blessed night, when a girl at a party slips you his number, it feels like fate finally taking pity on you. what follows is a slow, intoxicating unraveling — late-night calls, perfect pick-ups, subtle flirts you’d expect from a charming guy like him. so why is it that when you finally wave at him on campus, he looks genuinely confused?

CONTENT WARNINGS ⋮ explicit themes INCLUDES SMUT so +18 ONLY. themes of mental illness sex as a coping mechanism self esteem issues angst with happy ending miscommunication skinship physical intimacy inferiority complex featuring enhypen + yeonjun of txt slowburn pining NSFW TAGS ⋮ dom!sunghoon, condescending remarks, piv, dumbification, creampie, unprotected sex (don't), degradation, spanking, praise, dry humping, fingering, edging, sunghoon puts reader into a mating press halfway, breeding kink, sunghoon says i love you while in it, reader is so down Bad save her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE ⋮ heeelloo i'm back again less than a week later TT up until this point i've had a huge draft to work from, but i wrote this part mostlyyy recently (like in the past 2-3weeks). i can't wait to see what everyone thinks of the fic as a whole and i'll be lurking in ur blogs... watching... also stream dwygd by the band camino the song sparked me back into finishing this fic and it's where the titles r taken from :7 ENJOY !!!! #hoonynforever

REBLOGS APPRECIATED ⋆ THANK YOU FOR READING

kookochan

🖇️Trends Masterlist 🖇️

Sometimes you do annoy Jungkook a lot with all the trends/pranks you see on TikTok. You're lucky that he only has small heart attacks.

boyfriend Jungkook x fem! reader (mdni)

Main:

one

Summary: you try some trends and pranks on your lovely boyfriend, but he loves you so much that he can't be mad at you. +18

two

Summary: Your boyfriend is tired of all the pranks you did, so he wants to show you that he can do it too (or not).

Extras:

one

Summary: jungkook doesn't like your (fake) casting invitation -Singles Inferno-

two

Summary: Jungkook doesn't like the idea of his friend paying for your nails.. -.-

three ⏳

huopilled

PIZZA HUT 🍕 CJU

— 🐿️ why is your ex doordashing your food?

choi jiung x gn reader

contains ! strong language, death jokes, sex mentions, employment, possible typos

kissued

END OF THE LINE ✦ 박성훈 PARK SUNGHOON

GENRE + PAIRING ⋮ college au. ice hockey player!fratboy!sunghoon x fem!reader.

CONTENT WARNINGS ⋮ explicit themes, includes smut so +18 only. themes of mental illness sex as a coping mechanism self esteem issues angst with happy ending miscommunication skinship physical intimacy inferiority complex featuring enhypen + nicholas // maki of &team + yeonjun of txt slowburn pining trust issues lies.. lots of lies

01: if you're going to break me in two ⸝⸝ wc 29.3K 02: do what you gotta do ⸝⸝ wc 31.4k

© kissued 2026 — do not repost, edit, redistribute or translate my work without prior permission and credit. all my work is strictly fictional and not an accurate representation of these people in real life.

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☼ rec masterlist! ☼

all fic recommendations posted here are separated by fandom! i hope you guys enjoy reading these pieces as much as i did! big props to all these amazing writers, as i strive to write as beautiful as all of you! (if you have a request for a specific fandom recommendation, send me an ask!) key - a: angst || f: fluff || s: smut || sb: slow burn || c: comfort

spideyjimin

woow this list is incredible!! thank you so much for including lonely night 💜

vivvangel

LET ME TELL YOU (I LOVE YOU) — C.YJ

synopsis: choi yeonjun as your devoted husband.

› pairings & contents: non idol + idol husband choi yeonjun x fem!reader, established relationship.

✧ warnings: mentions of love languages (physical affection, acts of service), use of petnames & weird nicknames, lowk possessive yeonjun, some smut, exhibitionism??? kinda, mentions of positions, somno (🙂‍↕️), breeding kink, & aftercare.

• his love language is unquestionably acts of service, (& ofcourse, physical affection) but it manifests in the most yeonjun way possible. it’s reorganizing the entire pantry because he noticed you struggling to find the cinnamon last tuesday. it’s secretly learning how to fix your favorite necklace that broke. it’s waking up an hour earlier than you to make sure your coffee is perfectly brewed and your work bag is packed by the door.

soobhanan

KISS ME AND I MIGHT DROP DEAD!

synopsis IF YOU LET ME STAY THE NIGHT, I THINK I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO STAY FOREVER ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ in which you spend 7 days in cebu, and the fellow tourist you meet by chance makes it difficult for you to stomach the thought of leaving.

pairing choi soobin x (f) reader

genre fluff, smut, reader and soobin are both tourists, strangers to friends to lovers

warnings mdni. alcohol usage, unprotected sex (please don't!), fingering, piv sex, sb cums inside reader

word count 6.7k

a/n first fic on this blog kinda nervous :3 been feeling sososo much for my soobie doobie these days, my love couldn't help but spill all over tumblr. hi, new friends! ♡

It seems as though the whole universe has conspired against you.

Standing under the scorching heat, you could not help but think that you should have stayed in the confines of your sweet, humble abode. If only Karina hadn’t convinced you to, in her words, “Step out of your comfort zone, you homebody!”, then maybe you would have been 12 episodes deep in a new drama, or even getting your rank rating up in League of Legends.

It’s hard to gaslight yourself that your trip to Cebu is supposed to be a cathartic experience when it’s all starting so horribly already. Not when you are fresh off a miserable flight with the person in front of you reclining their chair all the way. Not when some businessman spilt their coffee all over your pristinely white hoodie, mumbling that you should have stayed out of the way because he has a flight to catch. Not when you are all alone while everyone else seems to be having the time of their lives raving about the beaches and parties this place has to offer. Not when you couldn’t even shoot a message to Karina complaining about how this was such a dumb idea for a raging introvert like you, because your stupid phone is betraying you and it can’t catch a stupid signal.

And while you are easily irritated, it’s also easy for you to come to terms with the fact that you will be stuck on this island by yourself for 7 days. You tried your best to convince Karina to come with you, but she kept insisting that it was time for you to attempt solo traveling just for the experience. Easy to say for someone as outgoing as her. You huff, feeling defeated as you slump to sit on your luggage, waiting for a cab to take you to your hotel, when you catch sight of a man bickering with… a cab driver?

“What do you mean I have to pay a thousand pesos? My hotel is 15 minutes away!”

zerocoded

DRUNK BOYF ABILITIES ! part three

What begins as an ordinary morning slowly becomes a reminder of everything you and Soobin cherish about your relationship: the ease, the trust, the laughter, and the way you continue choosing each other in countless small ways.

WARNINGS ◦ established relationship ◦ writing is dragging and boring are we surprised ◦ smut, mdni ◦ our final part is here yippee ◦ detailed description of sex like REALLY detailed pls keep that in mind ◦ munch soob i hope you're ok with that ◦ THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR ◦ tooth rotting fluff i'm warning you (a bit cringe if you ask me) ◦ switch reader and soobin, if you don't like men whimpering i'm so sorry but this one is not for you bye ◦ our couple is super duper hangover here teehee.

1646O ━━━━━ part three soobin x reader

۶ৎ 𝓜 , part three of drunk soob drabbles because it seems i write canon tubatu and y'all enjoyed the second part a little bit too much lol. established relationship all the way because i'm a yearning lonely bitch. domestic soob 😔😔😔😔 pls brace yourselves for this one because i think i went a bit over the top #mybad.

read on ao3 previous

jjundiary

txt x reader fic recs list ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Summary: 2 Yeonjun, 2 Soobin, 2 Beomgyu, 2 Taehyun, & 4 Huening Kai, also added some multiple member fics for you all >< (3) | 90% of these are NSFW btw but it’s stated in my review wether it’s SFW or not :))

Choi Yeonjun 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🦊

Ghost girl smau | part one | masterlist - @soobinsoudesu | (romcom, supernatural) | SFW ! |Quite literally in love with this fic omgg! Finished it in one night 🤭 Scaredy cat Yeonjun has my heart | This was such a creative idea and had me on edge the whole time I was reading it 😭 poor Yeonjun though HAHAHAH | I also like how the slight romance blended into the plot instead of taking over 🫠

off day | @astrasng | NSFW (MDNI) | now THIS is how you write a short smut fic | as much as I love subby!jun, this writer makes me want to read more dom!jun fics…this was my awakening

Choi Soobin 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🐰

under the covers | @aweinkai | w/c: 4.1k | (smut, roommates, nonidol!au) | NSFW (MDNI) ! | this fic was so fun to read! Sub Soobin omg (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝). I think this is my awakening to read more fics like this !! So well written too hello?? And on top of all of that meandom!reader ??? Hell yes

spilled milk smau | part one | masterlist - @soobvns | (fluff, slightly suggestive/implied, coffee shop!au) | SFW! (Mostly unless you read the spinoff chapter MDNI)! | literally could not shut up about this series, def one of my favs of all time | The way Soobin’s character persona was written was just so Soobin 😭 | I also loved the way Kai was written soooo much !! Lowkey wish he was my best friend

Choi Beomgyu 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🐻

now live ! Stream : ended | @fairyofshampgyu | w/c: 16.4k | (pure smut, college au, camboy au, fluff, crack) | NSFW (MDNI) | ~ okay I’m going to be completely honest…this was the first fic I ever read on tumblr and I didn’t even know it was the last part of the series 😭 I think this is my sign to go read it start to finish because woah 😵‍💫 no but this was genuinely such a fun read and I enjoyed it smmm | also meandom!reader uhh yes please | masterlist (scroll down a bit)

Kang Taehyun 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🐿️

Huening Kai 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🐧

Super series | part one | masterlist - @soobvns | (superhero!hueningkai, roommates) so as of right now there’s only two parts out but…this is some gorgeous piece of writing and I want to praise it as much as I can because it deserves it 😭 was so excited for this series to start when I saw the first part was posted !

Late Night Touch | @huekmoai | (smut) | NSFW (MDNI) | not much to say here because it’s quite short but ugh Kai 🫠 him acting innocent at the end too ><

Multiple Members 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖

Supermassive blackhole | @gyuzies | Choi Soobin x Kang Taehyun x Reader | w/c: 1.4k | (idol!Soobin x idol! Taehyun x idol!reader, established relationship, smut) | NSFW !! (MDNI) | oh. my. god. This fic was sooo good. Soobin choking reader with his biceps oh myyy (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) | dom!taebin too ughhh | honestly I’m just a sucker for taebin in general. Put one of them in a fic I’ll read it. Put both in a fic and I’m sat.

Always ours | @cbeargyu | woah woah woah woah | I don’t know how some of you other writers manage to pull of writing these so perfectly 😵‍💫 | this was an insane read

Making this had me realize just how many Kai fics I read…I was going to add more recs except they’re ALL Kai 😭 maybe I should just make a whole post for Kai fic recs lol

I also tried not to repeat specific writers fics over and over because I don’t want to seem biased but some of them I can’t help it ><

I got inspired to make this post because I saw a similar post made and decided to give my own recs to the people who wanted them !!

Post inspired by : @buntanteen | their txt x reader fic recommendations

sombresoobs

STEAMY NIGHT!

|_> a steamy night in yeonjuns bedroom where he looks oh so pretty posted up on his bed shirtless, getting ready to go to sleep, where you just couldn’t resist anymore.

established relationship ; bf!yeonjun x fem!reader

inspo behind this fic is the no labels concept video where he looks so FUCKABLE I need him so bad

reader is basically dom (what did you expect I said hes fuckable😛😛) || wc: 600

a/n: unfinished, JUST THE BUILD UP TO SMUT, I’m tired and busy so I might finish writing the smut, let me know if you’d like me to finish it, hope you enjoy

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it was another one of those nights, where you where staying over at your boyfriend, yeonjun’s, place. you had just watched a movie together until midnight and had decided to call it a day. as the two of you got ready together to sleep in yeonjun’s double-size bed like always, you couldn’t help but feel more conscious of him today.

you had just came out of the bathroom and saw him laying on the mattress, scrolling through his instagram feed lazily. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his lips pouted and the sound of a reel echoed quietly through the room. his toned back was exposed to you, as he only wore some baggy, black, torn sweatpants. this wasnt new to you, yeonjun always slept shirtless when you were together, he just said it was more comfortable.

but today, it felt different. as he leaned off the edge of the bed, hair flopping to one side, grimacing and grunting, he just looked so particularly delicious. it was the way his hair innocently flipped to the right, exposing his forehead, the way he turned and his toned chest was on full display, rising and falling slowly, it was a sight you couldn’t just ignore.

you approached him slowly, unsure of what to do with yourself. “you ready to sleep babe?” he called whilst still darting his eyes across the blue screen. “mmm,” you hummed, finally reaching him on the edge of the bed. you stood infront of his head, still hanging off the side, yeonjun’s pupils moving to look up at you, lips tugging up into a small smile at the sight of you, the sly grin making your stomach do backflips. “what’cha doing?” he mumbled warmly, putting his phone down on the floor. you stepped closer silently until his head was almost between your legs, and began stroking his hair gently. “mmmm…” he spoke, leaning into your touch, surprised by your sudden affection and proximity. you leaned down and kissed his cheek, his lazy cheeks lifting happily.

“stay like this,” you whispered, placing a firm hand on his back keeping him still. “okay…” he muttered unknowingly, as you got up on the mattress on top of his back. you leaned down again and began pressing slow, lingering kisses to each curve of each muscle on his back, getting a surprised chuckle from him “fuck baby, what’s gotten into you?” he laughed playfully from in front, his head slumped, body completely relaxed and embracing your touch now. you looked up at him through glazed eyes and smiled at the view, his long torso and unsuspecting face turned away from you, view obstructed to any touch you’d give him. he was completely to your disposal, “your so stupid…” you muttered, before he gasped as you pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his red boxers. you could feel the heat radiating from his body. you cocked an eyebrow. you turned him around slowly, and his eyes upfront looked down at you nervously as yours met the obvious tent his pants. filthy thing.

“I….” yeonjun started, his confident facade broken by being caught for his horniness. all you had done was kiss him and he’d already gotten hard. “sorry,” he mumbled, cheeks flushed and shame written all over his face, expecting you to laugh. you did laugh, but then palmed his throbbing cock in his pants hastily. it gained a hiss from him. “don’t be sorry…” you mumbled, satisfied by this pleasant surprise.

he was already worked up and you didn’t even done anything yet.

this would be fun.

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seobmoji

ft. c. soobin : Talk Is Cheap

[1.4k!] ─── 📁. Before you’re even able to wind down and sleep, one of your boyfriend’s members call and (reluctantly) inform you of their late-night festivities, also known as: in which you’re told to pick up a very drunk Choi Soobin.

drunk!soobin, OH and idol!soobin, IDK WHEN HE WAGGLED HIS BROWS I JUST. anyway. mentions of alcohol, like 2 sexual innuendos, i made soobin an affectionate freak (canon?? not canon??? wait does anyone even gaf), reader seems mean but u love him i swear. just fluff, banter, what more could u possibly need

It started with the phone call.

You remember the smile that had formed on your face at the Caller ID, having been expecting a call from your boyfriend. Except, when you answered, it wasn’t actually your boyfriend at all.

No, it had been Beomgyu from his phone—letting you know that they had all treated themselves to a couple celebratory drinks, and it’d seem like some, more than others, had a few drinks too many.

In other words, Soobin was utterly shitfaced.

“We really can’t fend him off much longer,” he’d told you, and you had to bite back the laugh that threatened to spill from your lips at the way he made it seem as though he needed to be tamed. This was serious. You had to be serious. “We know he’ll listen to you! Hence why we were wondering if you could come pick him up…?”

You’d heard enough. So, here you were. Outside the tucked-away bar they were inside of.

en-ternity

When a friendship comes with too much history, rules become necessary. It’s easier to stay safe when you can name the lines you refuse to cross. That’s why Jaeyun has always been so strict about his secret little guide, or at least, he was, until the moment you asked him to sleep with you, and everything started to shatter in his hands like it was never real at all.

a friends to lovers oneshot｜27.7K

PAIRING: Jaeyun x fem!reader

WARNINGS: university au, Jaeyun is an electronic engineer student, kinda nerdy, and too down bad for the reader even though she is a bit of a brat, i am not sure if there’s a major plot, smut, nipple play, fingering and oral (f. receiving), handjob, virginity loss, protected and unprotected sex, there’s a fwb situation within, one fight between Jaeyun and reader’s ex, and jaykehoon being the most chaotic roommates ever

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