yeah this is fucking disgusting. pls report @coshercoer for posting absolute filth.
you seriously need to take a fucking step away from your computer and touch some grass. writing nsfw content for minors is NOT OKAY AND WILL NEVER BE OKAY. don’t come at me with bullshit like theyre almost 18! idgaf. ur anticipating writing inappropriate content for them. idc if ur the same age as them or younger. if you don’t see why sexualising them is wrong you need HELP and morals in your life.
i’m a 2010, u dont see me thirsting over them or writing nsfw content. and i will create a comparison because clearly i’m mature enough to know WHAT IS RIGHT and what is WRONG. i have moots younger than me and the same age as me too, they too understand. you’re FIFTEEN, theres more to life than getting laid and fantasising about minors (again, i dont CARE that you’re a minor, frankly you shouldn’t be writing this fucking filth in the first place.)
also including you writinf for louis, that boys like 15💀💀💀💀
people driven by lust disgust me. everyone in the comments of this account disgust me even more. i hate what some coers are becoming.
tagging my moots to let the word spread cus wtf girl💀💀 @hyuneskkami @cortismoon @ceesqu4red @ceuxnoirst @jjuhyeon @j4eyxn @jjuhyeons @julepiee @tateholic @marsgirltyshi @wukiyo
update: IM CRINE LMAOO + pls dont THREATEN the writer in any way, just report them.
SYN . It's a well known joke in the group that Juhoon's got a thing for Martin's older sister. But when the time comes when your boyfriend actually starts slacking off, Juhoon wastes no time to swoop in and take his chances.
✏️ . ok i said this will be the last part AND I MEANT IT but tumblr stupid ahh img restriction 🤬🤬 AND i also don't wanna rush it too much ykk?? hope u guys dont mindd omgg also dw tho i'll post the next part tmrw asap!!
⚠️ . underage drinking (sorta accidental?) idk if it's a big deal to drink underage or nawt but we all do lowk lol. js pretend they like never drink underage before in here alrrrr
-> part one , part two , part three , part four
PLUS NOTE 🌟 cortis js won their very first daesang im so friking proud and happy omfg 😭😭 oh cortis u deserve all the fame and appreciation <3 also lowk cliffhanger LOL #goodluckjju and yn folded under ZERO pressure lolll
🦢 i dont really want to compromise our friendship, but i got a thing for you, yeah,, friend!juhoon x f!reader, friends that kiss, making out, clingy juhoon, juhoons tipsy, lowercase intended, profanity, fluff, neck kisses (once), 2k~
syn: your friend juhoon just cant stop kissing you. news flash! you dont want him to stop. the lines dont have to blur, right? you guys are going to stay friends, right?
listen to: lowkey by rochelle jordan
james was halfway off the couch, arguing with martin about something neither of them seemed especially invested in proving. seonghyeon had surrendered entirely to scrolling through his phone, occasionally contributing a sentence just often enough to keep james from claiming victory by default. iroha had curled herself into the corner cushion beneath a throw blanket she'd stolen from somewhere after complaining about how loud the party was, and keonho was in the kitchen, quietly rescuing another round of drinks before someone inevitably dropped one.
you sat somewhere in the middle of it, one cross legged, listening more than speaking. the conversation moved around you the way it always did with this group—overlapping, interrupting itself, picking up threads from half an hour ago without anyone needing to explain how they'd gotten there.
juhoon stepped inside carrying a plastic convenience store bag, the green glass bottles inside knocking gently against one another as he crossed the room. his cheeks were faintly pink beneath the warm apartment lights, the flush high enough to suggest someone had already convinced him to drink before he got here. not drunk. just ‘tipsy’.
he dropped the bag onto the coffee table. "i brought more."
james let out an approving noise. "finally."
a few hands immediately reached for the bottles.
juhoon didn't. instead, he looked at you. you noticed because you always did. he crossed the last few steps between you without much urgency and reached out, fingertips brushing lightly against your shoulder until you looked up from your phone. "i need your help."
you blinked. "with what?"
he tilted his head toward the hallway. "come with me?"
there wasn't anything unusual about the request. not to anyone else. martin glanced over from the opposite couch. "you need another person?"
"nah," juhoon answered easily. "we're good."
martin nodded once and reached for another bottle, already distracted again. that was all. nobody questioned it, why would they?
objectively, you and juhoon were friends. there were years of evidence supporting that conclusion. shared classes, same friend group, shared habits accumulated so gradually that no one remembered when they'd started. if one of you disappeared for ten minutes, the assumption was almost always that the other had dragged them into some entirely ordinary errand.
subjectively...subjectively was less cooperative. subjectively, friends probably didn't kiss each other often enough to develop an unspoken system for it. they probably didn't understand the difference between looking and asking. they probably didn't know exactly how long the other would hesitate before saying yes.
fortunately for both of you, those were details no one else had reason to notice.
you stood. "i'll be back."
james lifted a hand dismissing you both without looking up from whatever keonho had just said. the conversation continued itself almost immediately, filling the space you'd vacated. there were enough people there for anyone to notice your absence unless informed.
from the living room, a broad hallway stretched deeper into the first floor. the staircase waited at the very end, sweeping upward toward the second floor before disappearing around the landing. juhoon started walking without checking whether you were behind him.
you followed a pace later.
the music dulled with every step. by the time you'd reached the hallway, the party no longer felt like something you were inside. only something happening in the background.
you opened your mouth. "so...what exactly—"
his hand found your wrist. the interruption was so immediate that the rest of the sentence never made it out. his fingers curled lightly around you with the absent certainty of habit, already guiding you up the staircase before either of you seemed to register what he'd done.
you looked down.
then at him.
juhoon didn't notice.
or perhaps he did, somewhere beneath the pleasant haze of alcohol, because his pace slowed just enough for you to keep beside him without needing to tug against his grip. it wasn't until the foot of the staircase that he glanced back. his eyes dropped automatically to where his hand rested around your wrist. "oh."
there was no embarrassment in his voice. only mild surprise, as though he'd discovered himself halfway through an unconscious decision. for a second, you thought he'd let go. instead, his thumb shifted almost imperceptibly against your skin. "c'mon," he murmured.
juhoon led you further down the corridor of the first floor. pulling you into a vacant room. it looked like a guest room that hadn't been used in some time. a neatly made bed. curtains left half-open. the moonlight being the only source of light in the dark room.
the door clicked shut behind you.
you turned towards him, "you needed help?"
his arms slipped around your waist with an ease that suggested he'd forgotten to think before acting, and a second later his forehead found the crook of your neck. he let out a long and dramatic sigh, his weight settled against you. you could feel his breaths against your skin, his lashes grazing your skin every time he blinked.
your hands tangled themselves in his hair, before you realised it you were absentmindedly running your hands on his back. "what’s wrong?"
he hummed still nuzzled in your neck, the vibrations running down your neck.
"drunk?"
he giggled, "a little?"
"you dragged me upstairs because you’re a little drunk?"
he answered by shaking his head, slow enough that the movement brushed the tip of his nose against your skin before he finally pulled away. the absence of his warmth settled over you almost immediately. for the first time since he'd tugged you upstairs, there was enough space between you for you to properly look at him.
his cheeks were still faintly flushed. a few strands of dark hair had escaped beneath your fingers, falling untidily across his forehead. his eyes met yours. his eyes were blown out.
yup, he’s drunk.
he stared at you for a second, as if he was trying to memorise your face. then, without saying a word, he lifted both hands. his palms settled lightly against your cheeks. you startled not because of the touch itself, but because of the contrast. "your hands are freezing."
his thumb slowly caressed your cheek. "don’t want me near you?"
you laughed softly, "i didn’t say that."
"deal with me then." his voice was raspier than usual. he bent down slightly, one of his hands slipped away from your face disappearing into your hair instead. he gently laced his hands in your hair, making sure not to pull it. his cheek rested atop of your head.
"changed your shampoo?"
you hummed in response as your hands, left with nothing better to do, drifted almost unconsciously to the chain resting against his collarbone. your fingers rolled the small pendant back and forth, the cool metal catching between your fingertips as silence settled comfortably around the two of you.
after a while, he lifted his head from where it'd been resting against yours. the sudden absence of the weight was almost enough to make you look up. his hand remained buried in your hair, fingers still loosely threaded through the strands as though he'd forgotten they were there. with the smallest tug, he drew you a slight bit closer.
he tilted his head. his gaze found yours almost immediately. there it was again. that look. his eyes were still soft from the alcohol, heavy-lidded, carrying the kind of request he never seemed capable of putting into words. he wasn't asking out loud.
he never had to.
you held his gaze for another second before letting out the quietest sigh. "you're unbelievable." you rolled your eyes, though the corners of your mouth betrayed you almost immediately.
he smiled.
the sight of it made your own resolve crumble far faster than you cared to admit. he leaned in slowly, leaving more than enough time for you to stop him if you'd wanted to.
you didn't.
his forehead brushed yours first. then the tip of his nose. his fingers slipped a little further into your hair as he closed the last few inches between you, his lips meeting yours. his other hand met your hips as stepped closer. Your back was pressed into the hallway wall as tispy giggles escaped juhoons lips.
you pulled away slightly, “what?”
“you’re so fucking cute,” he connected his lips to yours again for a brief second before pulling back. he kissed the corner of your mouth, slowly making his way to your neck leaving a trail of kisses on your jaw.
“jju, no.” you whined, gripping his shirt.
his glossy eyes met yours as he kissed you again, hands cradling your lower back. his lips moved against yours as if he was trying to memorise you. You hum into his mouth, “what’s with you today?”
“hmm,” was the only thing leaving his mouth before his mouth brushed yours again. his thumb stroking your jaw. his hands leave your lower back making way to cup your cheeks again. your hands slowly let go off the scrunched material, pushing juhoon away. he only fought back by trying to pull you closer.
he failed.
you pull away breathing heavily. “are you trying to kill me?”
he let out a long, dramatic groan, his forehead falling briefly against your shoulder before he looked at you again. "stop pulling away."
you laughed, giving him another gentle push that he very obviously disagreed with. "juhoon."
"what?"
"i can't breathe here."
he frowned. "i don't care."
You roll your eyes at him again. "yeah, i noticed."
"i missed you." the words left him so easily that you almost forgot to respond. his brows pinched together as he looked at you, genuinely aggrieved. "you were with them the whole time."
you blinked. "juhoon."
"what about me?"
"you were buying drinks."
a pout reached his lips. "i still missed you." you stared at him for a second before letting out a quiet laugh, shaking your head. "i even hit pregame before i came inside."
your eyes narrowed. "you what?"
"had to prepare."
"for?"
"seeing you talk to guys that aren’t me." there wasn't an ounce of embarrassment in his voice. if anything, he looked entirely convinced that made perfect sense. you rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt. "you're unbelievable."
he smiled. "that's what you said earlier."
"because it's still true."
you reached up, smoothing the front of his shirt where your hands had left it slightly wrinkled. "i'm going downstairs."
his smile disappeared. "Already?"
"yeah."
he sighed. "a few more minutes."
"juhoon."
"one."
you shook your head. "you can come down five minutes later."
his face scrunched immediately. "Five?"
"yes, five." he looked offended by the number. "if anyone asks," you continued, fixing the chain around his neck where you'd been absentmindedly fiddling with it, "some girl was throwing up. we got distracted trying to find her friends so they could take care of her."
he watched you quietly. "Okay?" another pause. "one more kiss?"
you snickered. "nope."
"please?"
"if we're gone any longer, they're going to start wondering."
"let them."
the answer came so quickly you couldn't help smiling. you reached up, brushing the hair away from his forehead one last time. "you're drunk."
"so?"
"so i'm not taking your words at face value."
his lips parted as though he wanted to argue. instead, he settled for the most exaggerated pout you'd ever seen. you cupped his face, getting on your tippy toes to peck the corner of his mouth. "five minutes." you finalised, walking away.
he mumbled something under his breath.
you turned towards him. "what was that?"
"meanie."
your laugh slipped out before you could stop it. you opened the door, glancing back just once more. he was still standing exactly where you'd left him, watching you with the expression of a child whose ice cream was stolen.
"don't come down early," you warned.
he sighed dramatically. "whatever."
you gave him one last amused smile before slipping out into the hallway. the door clicked shut. not even three seconds passed before his muffled voice came through the wood. "this is a really long five minutes."
iro's notes: writing ts was so fun. omg the whole idea of WHATEVER THIS IS has been on my mind 4 so long, all hail rochelle jordan and this fire fucking song like OKAY BARS. also ref'd blue spring ride and hair sniffinf THAT ONE TRAIN SCENE AFTER KOU STEPPED OUT FOR HER EUGHHH
