Synopsis: You always thought Jooyeon hated you. But when a mission goes wrong, you make a realization.
Warnings: Jooyeon is kinda pathetic in this(it's a raeisms fic of course he isđ€·ââïž), Reader is a little bit mean bit Joo loves it, The word slut is used twice but it's not directed at jooyeon or the reader, no use of y/n, reader is gender neutral as always
Word Count: 885
Written by Raeđ«
The smell of gunpowder still clung to your clothes.
The room was rife with tension. Gunil stared down at both of you with a harsh glint in his eyes.
"The mission was to stay hidden," He said. His tone was low, but the disappointment in his voice slice through you like a knife. "And what did you do?"
"It's not my fault you paired me up with someone who can't follow orders." Jooyeon replied, not taking any responsibility for anything as usual.
To say that you hated him would be an overreaction, but disdain rose up your throat like bile. The problem with Jooyeon was that he acted like an unruly child. Always acting out. Always riling people up.
And you seemed to be his favourite target.
The mission was doomed to fail from the start. It seemed like an easy enough mission at first. You simply had to go in, get some intel and get out. But then you found out who your partner for this mission was.
You didn't know what Gunil was thinking, pairing Jooyeon up with you and expecting you to act like a newlywed couple. The two of you had never got along, but you had hoped that Jooyeon would at least behave himself on a mission.
You were wrong. So very wrong. The only thing Jooyeon seemed interested in was goading you. But you didn't give in. You couldn't disappoint Gunil. Jooyeon had actually eased up halfway through, focusing on the job. Things were going well.
That is until the businessman you had chosen as your mark tried to flirt with you. And Jooyeon had lost it.
You took a sharp breath. "You're the one who punched the guy, Jooyeon."
"He tried to punch me first!" Jooyeon protested.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Because you called him a slut!" You argued.
Jooyeon sneered. "He was acting like a slut. Trying to flirt with someone who was married."
"We aren't actually married!" You yelled.
"That's enough." Gunil's voice cut through the room. He wagged his finger at both of you like he was telling a child off. "Both of you need to work together until the you figure out how you're going to fix this mess."
What? You couldn't work with Jooyeon. Today's events were proof enough of that.
You opened your mouth to protest, but Gunil spoke again before you could. "And I don't want any complaints. Either figure it out or leave." His words held a shade of finality that told you that you had really messed up this time.
Pressing your lips together, you nodded sullenly. From the corner of your eye you saw that Jooyeon was doing the same.
Satisfied that you weren't going to argue, Gunil turned around and left. As soon as the door close behind him, Jooyeon let a laugh slip. "Well the old man was sure angry."
His audacity brought back the surge of irritation inside you. You spun on your feet, stalking towards Jooyeon. "What the fuck is your problem?" You asked, voice dark.
For a minute, Jooyeon looked like a deer caught in headlights and that surprised and pleased you at the same time. But he recovered fast, and the smug expression he always wore was back. "What do you mean?"
He wasn't fooling you, though. You had realized something today. And if you weren't so angry you might not have used it against him. But you were pissed.
You leaned in closer, face inches away from his, relishing in the panic in his eyes that he was trying desperately to hide. You dropped your voice a little, almost purring. "Why did you punch the guy, Jooyeon?"
It was a gamble. But Jooyeon swallowed your bait, hook, line and sinker.
"I already told you why. He was asking for it." Jooyeon managed to keep his voice from shaking. But you knew he was cracking.
"Hmm," You muttered, pretending to contemplate that. "It's just weird, you see?"
If you weren't so close, you wouldn't have heard the way Jooyeon's breath shook. "What do you mean?"
"WellâŠ" You dragged the syllables out. "You might be annoying as hell but you're not stupid. You wouldn't have risked a mission like that no matter how much you hated me."
You scanned your eyes over him, biting back a smile at how he was trying to hide how terrified and turned on he was at the same time.
"Unless," You stepped forward even more, making him flinch, clearly fighting the urge to stumble back.
You grabbed his chin in your hand, fingers lightly pressing into his cheeks. You couldn't hold back your smirk this time. "Unless you don't hate me at all."
Jooyeon looked like he was losing the battle with himself. "Don't fool yourself." He breathed out, but the words were weak. They made you want to ruin him even more.
You ran your thumb over his lower lip and Jooyeon all but melted under your touch. "I don't think I'm the fool here, baby."
You leaned in ghosting over his lips and Jooyeon's eyes fluttered shut. He was almost too easy.
"Come on, we have a plan to make." You said, moving away.
Jooyeon's eyes flew open "Whaâ?"
Checkmate.
He looked completely wrecked and you had to shut the door behind you before you burst out laughing.
Synopsis: You and Jungsu have a routine. So when he doesn't turn up, you begin to worry.
Warnings: Ambiguous ending
Word count: 1253
Written by Raeđ«
You and Jungsu have a routine. Everyday, after youâre done with your classes, you wait for him under the big tree in front of your school, and the two of you walk home together.
Except, today he isnât there.
This never happens. You donât remember one single day when the two of you hadnât walked together. He was always there.
Maybe he just got late.
You decide to wait. He'll get there soon, youâre sure. He must have just gotten caught up with something. Besides, itâs not even that late.
You wait. And wait. And wait. People walk past you without a single glance, the minutes slipping by with no sign of Jungsu.
Did he leave without you?
No, he wouldnât have. You have a routine.
You see Seungmin, Jungsu and your friend, walk by. You run to him. âSeungmin, wait!â
He turns around in surprise. âY/n? Youâre still here?â
âYeah, I was waiting forâdid you see Jungsu today?â You gasp.
Seungmin tilts his head, confused. âWho?â
You blink, taken aback. What does he mean who? Are all of them pulling a prank on you? âJungsu, our friend? The one who walks home with me everyday?â
Seungmin stares at you in concern. âY/n, are you okay? Are you sick? We don't know anyone named Jungsu.â
âWhat?â You scoff. âSeungmin this isn't funny. What do you mean you don't know Jungsu?â
Seungmin looks at you like he thinks you're going crazy. âY/n. Weâve never known a Jungsu. I've never heard you even say that name before today. Are you sure you're okay?â
What is he talking about? Of course you've mentioned Jungsu before, you're all friends! You donât think there has been a day when the two of you werenât together. And Seungmin knows this.
But it doesnât seem like a prank. Seungmin looks completely serious, like youâre the one being crazy.
You spot Jiseok coming towards you from the corner of your eye. Before he could say hi, you spin around, making him jump. âJiseok, did you see Jungsu today? Seungmin is being weird and saying he doesnât know who that is.â
Jiseok eyes go wide in the same way Seungmin's did. He looks at Seungmin who just shrugs. âUhâŠY/n? What are you talking about?â
âDo you know Jungsu or not?!â You plead, desperately.
Jiseok shakes his head. âAre you okay? Are you sick?â He raises his hand to steady you when you stumble backward but you shake him off.
âIââ You say, âI think I need to go home.â
Ignoring Seungminâs concerned yell to wait, you run all the way home, your mind racing.
This was so weird you couldnât wrap your head around it. Why were Seungmin and Jiseok acting so weird?
Unsettled, you push it to the back of your head, telling yourself that Junsgu would be there tomorrow.
After all, the two of you had a routine.
You and Jungsu have a routine. Everyday, after youâre done with your classes, you wait for him under the big tree in front of your school, and the two of you walk home together.
Except, today he isnât there.
This never happensâ
It happened yesterday too.
You donât remember one single day when the two of you hadnât walked togetherâ
But you do. Yesterday.
He was always thereâ
Yesterday, he wasnât.
What was going on? There was a nagging voice knocking at the back of your head, and you did not know what to make of it. You and Jungsu did have a routine that you followed everyday.
Everyday, except yesterday.
No, no that wasnât true. You rememberedâWhy couldnât you rememberâ
You see Seungmin, Jungsu and your friend, walk by. You run to him. âSeungmin, wait!â
Seungmin doesnât know Jungsu. Jiseok doesnât know Jungsu. It feels like youâre the only person who knows Jungsu.
What was going on?
Youâre walking home. You donât remember starting to walk home. You need to find Jungsu, but your feet wouldnât stopâ
No, what were you thinking? You know Jungsu will be there tomorrow.
Do you? He wasnât there today. He wasnât there yesterday.
No, he will be. You two have a routine.
You and Jungsu have a routine. Everyday, after youâre done with your classes, you wait for him under the big tree in front of your school, and the two of you walk home together.
Except you donât anymore. Because heâs been missing for three days.
You know heâs not going to be there. You know Seungminâs is going to pass by soon and youâre going to run up to him and he wonât know Jungsu.
You have a new routine.
You donât want a new routine. You want Junsgu.
You see Seungmin. Almost run to him.
But then you turn around.
You need to find Jungsu. You need to.
Maybe heâs at his home. Maybe you need to just walk to his home and find him and get your routine back.
Nodding to yourself, you start walking. And then you stop.
Where did Jungsu live? Why did you not know where Jungsu lives? You had known him forever!
You need to find Junsgu. You canât lose him.
But where do you even look? All you know is that you have a routine.
Why donât you know anything else? No, why do you have a routine in the first place? Why have you never done anything else? Why were you stuck repeating the same actions everyday?
Why did Jungsu disappear? Why did you get a new routine, without him?
You know youâre not getting Jungsu back.
You scream.
You and Jungsu have a routine. Everyday, after youâre done with your classes, you wait for him under the big tree in front of your school, and the two of you walk home together.
But heâs not going to be there. No matter how long you wait. You know heâs not coming.
Because your routine had changed. It had erased Jungsu.
But you couldnât lose Jungsu. You needed to find him.
And thatâs why you were going to break the routineâ
You and Jungsu have a routine. Everyday, after youâre done with your classes, you wait for him under the big tree in front of your school, and the two of you walk home together.
Except, today he isnât there.
This never happens. You donât remember one single day when the two of you hadnât walked together. He was always there.
Maybe he just got late.
You decide to wait. He'll get there soon, youâre sure. He must have just gotten caught up with something. Besides, itâs not even that late.
You wait. And wait. And wait. People walk past you without a single glance, the minutes slipping by with no sign of Jungsu.
Did he leave without you?
No, he wouldnât have. You have a routine.
You see Seungmin walk by...and Junsgu is with him?
What was happening? He was not supposed to be there. He was goneâ
Heâs back. Heâs laughing, and for a moment you feel like everything is going to be alright again.
You run to Jungsu. âJungsu, wait!â
He turns around, and the laughter slides off his face. He gives you a polite smile. âYes?â
Weird. He was acting weird. You feel like cold all of a sudden, like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on you.
âWhy werenât you at the tree?â You ask, coldness creeping up your spine. âI was waiting for you!"
You were at your best friendâs apartment, just like any other lazy Sunday. The soft sound of rain against the windows wrapped the room in its calm, and you were curled up with Wonwoo on the couch, both of your legs tangled under the blanket.
It was the kind of closeness you had already shared a hundred times before. But today, something in the air felt charged. It felt different and heavy with unspoken things. Your skin tingled with a strange anticipation and every brush of his arm or graze of his hoodie sleeve against your wrist sent goosebumps up your spine. You glanced over to look at your best friend. His glasses sat low on his nose, his hair still slightly damp from the drizzle earlier and he looked effortlessly beautiful, yet completely unaware of it. He was reading with brows slightly furrowed and jaw relaxed, but your eyes lingered on his mouth a moment too long.
 âYou gonna keep staring, or...?â he said with his low and teasing voice.
You jumped slightly, flustered. âI wasnât.â
He didnât look up. âYou were,â he said, the corner of his mouth curving up in a smirk that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.
âYou wish,â you muttered, turning your gaze back to the rain. But your heart was racing now.
âItâs the rain,â you added, trying to sound casual. âIt makes everything feel... weird.â
âMm,â he hummed, pretending to read. âYou always get soft when it rains.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got stuck behind your teeth as a distant roll of thunder rumbled.
âI had a dream about you,â Wonwoo said suddenly, his voice quiet but clear.
You blinked. âWhat kind of dream?â
He didnât answer right away. He closed his book slowly and set it on the table without looking at you. âYou kissed me,â he said finally. âJust kissed me. But it felt like Iâd been waiting forever for it.â
âWas it... weird?â you asked, trying to sound light, but your voice cracked slightly.
âNo,â he said, and this time he looked right at you. âIt was the opposite. It felt like everything made sense, all at once. Like everything before had just been... waiting for that.â
You didnât know what to say and the air between you stretched.
âYouâve been quiet,â he said softly. âI canât tell if thatâs a bad sign.â
âWhy didnât you ever say anything?â you asked, your voice barely a whisper.
Wonwoo exhaled, his gaze flickering down to your lips before settling back on your eyes. âBecause I was scared. I thought if I said it out loud, it would break whatever this is. And I didnât want to lose you. But lately... itâs getting harder to act like I donât notice how good it feels when your knee touches mine. Or how I keep making excuses to sit closer than I need to. How I keep catching myself looking at your mouth instead of your eyes.â
Your breath caught in your throat.
âI donât just look at you like a friend anymore,â he went on, voice low and uneven now. âI look at you like someone I want to know every part of. Not just your favourite takeout or your coffee order. I want to know how your skin feels under my hands. What kind of sounds you make when someoneâs kissing you slowly. I wantââ
âWonwoo-â you whispered, breath shaky.
He leaned in slightly, his eyes flicking down again, this time slower. âI want you. And Iâve been trying so hard to hide it. But itâs killing me not to touch you when you look at me like that.â
âLike what?â you asked, barely breathing.
âLike you want me too,â he murmured.
You didnât move.
Neither did he.
But you could feel the tension strung tight between you, so you closed the distance.
And kissed him.
It wasnât careful, not really. It was years of tension unravelling all at once. His lips moved against yours slowly, like he was tasting something forbidden. His hands came to your waist, fingers flexing but not pulling, as if they were waiting for permission.
When you moved closer, you felt the quiet exhale he gave against your lips, relief maybe, or something even deeper. The kiss deepened gradually. Your hands twisted in his hoodie. He exhaled softly against your lips, and that small sound shifted something in you. When his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt to rest on your back, he paused, pressing your foreheads together.
âWe donât have to,â he whispered. âWe can stop here.â
You shook your head, just barely. âDonât want to stop. Not anymore.â
He gave you that soft, boyish smile that disarmerd you everytime. And when he kissed you again, it felt like everything was finally falling into place. His hands rested softly at your hips, thumbs tracing quiet circles over the fabric of your shirt before he pulled you into his lap. His lips parted for you easily, and you sank into him as his hands slid up your back, under your shirt, feeling you for the first time.
When your hips shifted in his lap, his breath caught in his throat. You felt the undeniable pressure of him beneath you, and something about the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world he had ever truly wanted, made your whole body ache with anticipation.
âCan I take this off?â he asked quietly, his fingers grazing the hem of your shirt.
You nodded, lifting your arms as he slowly tugged it over your head. He didnât speak right away. He just looked at you for a long, quiet moment and then his hands rose gently to your face, cupping it softly.âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered it like he had known it all along and finally had the chance to say it out loud.
He leaned in, and instead of kissing your mouth right away, he pressed his lips to your cheek, then to your temple, then to the edge of your jaw. Each kiss was deliberate and patient. He was learning you this way now, after waiting for years. When his mouth reached your neck, he lingered there, simply breathing you in.
Your hands found their way into his hair, lightly tugging at it as his mouth drifted lower to your collarbone, where he kissed you again and again until you gasped softly, unable to hold the sound back.
He smiled against your skin. âThatâs the sound I wanted to hear.â
You let your bra slip from your shoulders, and he paused, looking up at you with eyes full of love, asking not just for permission to touch you, but for permission to cherish you. When you nodded, his hands slid up your sides, fingertips brushing over your ribs before his thumbs grazed across your nipples, making you shiver beneath him. He kissed the space between your boobs, then moved lower, his mouth closing gently over one while his hand caressed the other, all of it slow and intentional, like he wanted to memorize how you responded to every touch.
There was no urgency in his movements, no rush. It wasnât about lust, he was taking his time to learn your body and to discover your reactions
When he eased you back onto the couch, his hand stayed in yours. He knelt between your legs and started with the inside of your knee, trailing kisses up your thigh without rushing toward the obvious. His fingers smoothed over your hips like he was calming you, letting you know you were safe with him.
You breathed his name, soft and pleading. âWonwooâŠâ
âI want to take care of you. Iâve thought about this. About you.â
He looked up at you as he slowly slid your shorts and underwear down together, his gaze never wavering, like he was falling in love all over again just by seeing you like this.
And then he kissed you there.
It wasnât hurried or teasing. It was a soft, open-mouthed kiss that made your entire body tremble. He groaned, like just the taste of you undid him.
His tongue moved with purpose, gentle and slow, while his hands held your thighs steady. You arched toward him, your breath coming fast, your fingers gripping the edge of the blanket.
âJust like that,â you whispered.
Wonwoo looked up and smiled, flushed and breathless, his glasses fogged up, his hair already messy from your hands. âYouâre incredible,â he murmured, then dipped back down, slower now, drawing circles with his tongue that made you gasp.
He treated you carefully. When he slid a single finger inside, he watched your reaction closely, adjusting to your every movement and sound.
âMore?â he asked gently.
You nodded. âYes.â
He added another finger, working in rhythm with his tongue, and your voice cracked from the intensity. Your hips rose, your body trembling as the pleasure built.
âThatâs it, love. Let go. Iâve got you.â
You came with a soft cry, your body trembling as he held you through it, never letting go, kissing your thighs as you slowly came back to yourself. When he finally moved up to hold you again, your arms reached for him instinctively, needing him close.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead.
You nodded, still catching your breath. âMore than okay.â
When he moved back up to you, you pulled him back into your arms. His mouth found yours and your hand slid down in his sweatpants to wrap around him. He gasped into your mouth. âYour turn,â you whispered cheekily
You stroked him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand, watching the way his breath stuttered and his body tensed as he pressed his forehead to yours. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and you couldnât help but marvel at how undone he looked already.
âGod,â he whispered, his voice barely holding together. âThat feels⊠too good.â
You kissed the corner of his mouth, your hand moving in slow, steady strokes. âGood.â
You let your thumb brush across the head of him, slick and warm, and his hips jerked slightly into your hand before he caught your wrist, stilling your movements with a gentle grip.
âIf you keep doing that,â he said, voice low and rough, his lips ghosting over your cheek, âIâm not going to last.â
âThen donât wait,â you said, your voice soft but sure. âI want you. Now.â
His hand moved down your thigh, fingers spreading wide as they traced your skin like he was memorizing every inch. He lined himself up carefully, his eyes locked on yours as he slowly pressed into you, the thick head of him parting you inch by inch.
âLook at me,â he whispered.
âI am,â you said, voice trembling.
He entered you with one long, slow push that made both of you gasp. You clung to him, your hands on his back, holding him close as he filled you completely. He stayed there for a moment, unmoving, forehead pressed to yours, and the only sounds between you were your shaky breaths and the quiet rhythm of rain against the windows.
âOkay?â he asked, his voice tight with restraint.
You nodded, reaching up to cup his jaw and pull him into a kiss. âBetter than okay.â
When he started to move, he let you feel every part of him with each thrust. Your bodies fit together so perfectly that it felt almost unreal, like something you had only dreamed until now.
You moaned softly against his mouth, and he kissed you harder, deeper, his hands exploring your body like he still couldnât believe you were real. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, the space between your breasts, and with every motion of his body, he gave more of himself, and with every kiss, he asked for more of you.
âYou feel unreal,â he murmured, voice rough with emotion. âLike Iâve been dreaming this... and I just woke up inside it.â
You cupped his face, your smile trembling with emotion as tears you hadnât expected filled your eyes.
âThis is real,â you whispered.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the pace between you grew more desperate. He kept whispering your name with every roll of his hips. When his rhythm faltered and your body began to tremble again, his breath was warm against your skin.
âLet go with me,â he whispered. âPlease⊠I want to feel it.â
And you did.
Your second climax built slowly, pulling you apart until you gasped his name and held on tight. He followed soon after, whispering your name like it was the only thing keeping him grounded, his body shuddering as he released deep inside you.
He collapsed gently on top of you, arms around your waist, still holding you like he couldnât stand to let go. You traced slow shapes on his back with your fingers, your bodies tangled together, your breathing slowly evening out.
After a long, quiet moment, he pulled back just enough to see your face.
âYou okay?â he asked again, his voice low and full of care.
You nodded, your whole body still humming from everything he had given you. âYeah. You?â
He nodded too, his eyes soft and searching. âI didnât know it could feel like that.â
You smiled and brushed a damp lock of hair from his forehead.
âI love you,â he said again, his voice clear and steady now.
You kissed him, your hand cupping his cheek. âI love you too.â
Synopsis: Hyeongjun in a skirt. That's it, that's a plot. (And a little bit of gender fuckery)
Warnings: Hyeongjun uses both he and she pronous(I headcanon him as genderfluid but it's not specified so you're free to make up your own mind.), Smut warnings below the cut
Word Count: 905
Written by Raeđ«
Smut Warnings: Feminization, Hyeongjun wears a skirt and lace panties, Handjob, Premature Ejaculation, Multiple Orgasms, Marking.
Hyeongjun was still wearing the skirt when you step inside the hotel room.
He doesnât know why he didnât take it off. Usually he would tear his stage clothes off, and crawl into bed, the post-concert crash hitting him hard. He should have been in comfortable clothes by now, ready to curl up against you like a cat and go to sleep.
Instead heâs lying on the bed, wearing a miniskirt that barely covers his ass.
You freeze when you catch sight of him. âHyeongjun?â You say, voice soft. âYou didnât change yet?â
His eyes snap to yours, pink dusting his cheeks. He looks like you caught him doing something wrong. âNo, I was just going to! Just felt lazy.â
Your lips pull up in a chuckle. âDid you?â You walk over to him, kiss him gently. âDonât lie to me, Hyeongjun.â
Hyeongjun grimaces. He looks like heâs about to say something but he doesnât.
You drag your hand downwards, slipping it under the skirt. Your eyes widen when you realize what Hyeongjun is wearing underneath.
âLace?â Surprise makes you giggle, running your fingers over the white lace stretching across Hyeongjunâs dick.
Hyeongjun groans. Sheâs already hard, straining against the fabric. You press down on her dick, smiling when she squirms.
âWhen did you buy this, pretty girl?â You ask, amused.
A whine slips out of her, hips rolling up against your hand. âWâwhat did you just call me?â
You grin. âPretty girl. You like being called that. donât you, baby?â
Hyeongjun shudders, coming before she even realizes how close she was. She groans, hiding her face into her hands, eyes falling shut.
Her eyes snap open when she hears you laugh. âI guess that answered my question.â
âIs thatâdo you find it weird?â She asks, quietly.
That sends you reeling. How did she come to that conclusion?
âWhat? Hey, no. Baby, look at me.â You pry her hands away gently, only to find tears gathering at the edge of her eyes. âHyeongjun. I love you, all of you. I donât find you weird at all, darling. I thought it was obvious that I found the idea of you being my pretty girl hot.â
A tear slips out. Hyeongjunâs voice cracks. âYou do?â
âYes.â You wipe the tear away, give her a soft smile. âYouâre my pretty girl, Junnie.â
The smile she gives you is dazzling. âCall me that again.â
You kiss her gently. âPretty girl.â You push her long hair away from her neck, trailing it with kiss and making it bloom redish-purple. âMy pretty girl.â
She squirms under you, little moans slipping out every so often. When you finally look up, satisfied with the marks you left all over her, sheâs panting. âMy make-up stylist is going to hate you for that.â She giggles.
You grin. âDonât they already?â You slip your hand down, play with the edge of her panties. âLetâs get these off, yeah?â
Hyeongjun nods and you drag the lace off her slowly. Sheâs hard again, and her eyes close with a sigh when you wrap your hand against her dick.
âAâarenât you going to take the skirt off too?â She asks, voice shaky.
Thereâs a glint in your eye and glee in your voice when you speak. âYour stylists already hate me, donât they? Iâve got nothing to lose.â
âWhaââ Hyeongjunâs question gets cut off by a moan when you speed up, pushing her towards the edge embarrassingly fast.
Hyeongjun groans, fingers clawing at the bedsheets. She can feel the orgasm coming, but she canât seem to form words to tell you that.
You seem to know anyway. âAre you going to come, pretty girl?â
Hyeongjun means to say yes. It comes out as a plead instead.
You smirk. âAlready?â
Your hand slows. Hyeongjun scrambles to beg. âNoâplease. Please let me come, please.â
âI never said you couldnât, baby.â Your smirk widens. âGo ahead.â
You pull your hand away. Hyeongjun looks at you confused. You canât possibly be telling her to come untouched, could you?
Then you smoothen the skirt down. And Hyeongjun understands. She whimpers when the fabric brushes against her dick, and her hips roll up instinctively.
You press down on her the dick, making the skirt rub against her more. Hyeongjun comes hard, staining the fabric. She moans, shaking from the aftereffects.
You kiss her softly, play with her hair, whispering sweetness against her skin. She pants, pulling you down beside her and curling into you.
âWe should probably get you cleaned up, baby.â You whisper
She grumbles in protest, making you laugh. âCome on.â You say, pulling the skirt off her before she starts feeling too gross.
She lets you take the skirt off but then pulls you back down when you move to get up.
âHyeongjun.â You try again. âYouâre going to feel really gross when you wake up if you fall asleep like this.â
It doesnât work. She clings to you harder, burying her face into the crook of your neck. âWe can clean up later.â She mumbles.
You give up. With a sigh, you pull her closer. âIf you throw a tantrum tomorrow about how gross you feel, Iâm going to never kiss you again.â
She giggles. âI wonât. Weâre not going to fall asleep like this.â
You do end up falling asleep like that. She does throw a tantrum in the morning.
closing requests for a while!! both of us are extremely busy with work and life and so aren't really getting the time to write as much. and because we were getting stressed with everything piling up, we decided to close to requests for a while.
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we'll still continue writing of course and hard/soft hours are always open but full length requests are closed for now.
Synopsis: You slip your arms around his waist, pressing into his back. âMissed me, puppy?â You ask, lips brushing his neck.
You donât miss the way he shivers, gripping the counter tightly. âI didnât.â He manages to keep the tremble out of his voice. âYou just show up anyway.â
Warnings: Jooyeon is sort of tsundere, Reader and Jooyeon's relationship isn't explicitly defined so you're free to decide what they are, Smut warnings below the cut
Word Count: 671
Written by: Raeđ«
Warnings: Pet play kind of, Biting, Hair pulling, A little bit of Thigh Riding, Edging.
It doesnât surprise you at all when your phone screen lights up.
I accidently ordered dinner for two. You donât want the food to go to waste, do you? The text makes you smirk. Jooyeon is so predictable.
It had become a routine for the two of you now. Him âaccidentlyâ ordering extra food and you rushing to his apartment as soon as you got the text.
The door creaks a bit when you push it open, stepping inside. Heâs in the kitchen, pretending not to notice you come in, but the way his back stiffens when he hears your footsteps tells you everything you want to know anyway.
You slip your arms around his waist, pressing into his back. âMissed me, puppy?â You ask, lips brushing his neck.
You donât miss the way he shivers, gripping the counter tightly. âI didnât.â He manages to keep the tremble out of his voice. âYou just show up anyway.â
You grin, stepping away. âShould I leave then?â
âNo!â He spins around, panic making him stumble. And then he sees your expression. His lips pull down in a scowl. âI mean,â He swallows, âYou can do whatever you want.â
You hum, walking towards him again. For each step you take forward, he takes one back. Until his back hits the counter and he freezes.
You smile, leaning forward and trapping him against the counter. âLying isnât good, puppy.â
Jooyeonâs eyes flit around, looking anywhere but you. âIâm not lying. And stop calling me that.â
You plant a featherlight kiss on his jaw and his breath hitches. âAww but I know how much you like being called puppy.â You grin against his neck, before biting down, making his skin bloom purple-red. âAnd I know you donât actually want me gone.â
Jooyeonâs grip on the counter is so tight that you can see his fingers straining. âIâI donât.â The quiver in his voice sends a flash of thrill rushing down your spine.
âOh?â You ask, tilting your head and trailing your hand down, pressing on his dick. Just as you expected, heâs already hard. âWhoâs going to help you with this then, puppy?â
You can see how much youâre affecting him by the way he grinds up against your hand. But Jooyeon doesnât know how to give up. âI donât need your help.â He grits out.
Stubborn little thing.
You pull your hand away and a whine escapes Jooyeon before he could stop it. You laugh. âI thought you didnât need my help? I knew you were just all bark and no bite.â
He glares at you. And then, before you can react, he bites your neck just hard enough to leave a mark. You gasp, grabbing a fistful of his hair and wrenching him back.
âWhat the fuck do you think youâre doing?â You snarl.
Jooyeonâs smirk is way too satisfied. âI thought you wanted me to bite, baby?â
You glower. And then chuckle. âAww, is my puppy teething?â
Jooyeon growls. âFuck yââ
You shut him off with a kiss, pressing your thigh against his dick. He stumbles a bit, moaning into your mouth. Despite himself, his hips move, rolling against your thigh.
You pull away, pinning his hips down with your hand. âSuch a needy little thing, arenât you?â You say, lips ghosting over the edge of his lips. âWhat would you have done if I hadnât come over? Hump your pillow and pretend it was me?â
Jooyeon lets out a strangled groan. âIâm notâI wouldnât haveââ
Your grin is saccharine. âOkay, puppy, whatever you say.â Sugar drips off your voice. You smoothen his hair down, kiss his lips gently, making his eyelids flutter shut.
And then you step away, leaving him leaning against the counter, panting.
Jooyeonâs eyes snap open. âWhaâwhere are you going?â
You donât turn to look at him, hiding your laugh as you unpack the cold food. âI came here for dinner, remember? You donât want the food to go to waste, do you, puppy?â
Synopsis: A late-night dance practice session with Dino turns steamy
Warnings: Unprotected sex (be safe), getting caught, dirty talk, established secret relationship, soft dom!Dino
Word count: 1034
Written by: AshđȘ
Request: @taejung-0
A/N: IK IT'S TOO SHORT BUT I PROMISE TO WRITE A BETTER ONE WHENEVER INSPIRATION STRIKES ME (hope you like this one tho)
You werenât supposed to be here this late.
But âlast-minute touch-upsâ turned into Chan tugging his hoodie off and muttering, âCome here,â like he hadnât just seen you bare the night before.
You were technically his choreographer (at least thatâs what HYBEâs payroll said). But behind studio doors and dimmed hallway lights, you were his secret.
He had insisted on you choreographing Trigger. It was his only condition for the comeback. âNo one understands the way I move like Y/N does,â he had said to the company. You shouldâve known that wasnât just about dance.
His solo track looped in the background, heavy bass pulsing through the practice room.
Chan had you pinned against the mirror by the time the chorus hit, your leg hooked around his waist, his lips hot against your neck.
âYouâre not even pretending to work anymore,â you whispered, half out of breath.
His hand slid beneath your tank top. âBecause Iâve been thinking about this all day.â
His fingers curled around your hip, pulling you tighter against him. You could feel how hard he already was.
âChan,â you breathed, biting back a moan when his mouth traced the shell of your ear.
He groaned, low in his throat, before pulling your tank top over your head in one smooth motion. Your bra followed, his hands rough and greedy now, thumbs grazing over your nipples until you gasped.
âTell me to stop.â
âYou know I wonât.â
âFuck⊠look at you,â he muttered, voice thick with lust. âAlways so ready for me.â
You pulled his sweatpants low, just enough for his cock to spring free, flushed and heavy against his stomach. You dropped to your knees, fingers wrapping around him as he leaned back on the wall with a soft hiss.
Your tongue flicked over the head, slow and deliberate. His hand tangled in your hair, not forcing, just holding.
âYouâre gonna make me come too fast if you keep..ah, shit-â
He tugged you up before you could finish, spinning you toward the mirror and bending you over the padded floor. Your palms hit the surface, legs already shaking with need.
âWant me to fuck you like this?â he asked, lining himself up behind you.
You nodded, too breathless to speak.
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, your body stretching to take him.
âGod, youâre so tight,â he groaned, both hands gripping your hips. âAnd youâre dripping already.â
You moaned, pressing back against him.
He didnât hold back after that.
Each thrust drove you forward into the mirror, the sound of skin against skin echoing over the music. One hand reached forward, fingers curling around your throat as he leaned in.
âLook at yourself,â he whispered against your ear. âLook how good you take me.â
You met your own reflection, flushed cheeks, parted lips, sweat beading down your chest and the sight of him behind you, shirtless and wild-eyed, nearly sent you over the edge.
âChan.. fuck, Iâm closeâ
His hand slid down between your thighs, fingers circling your clit in time with his thrusts. âCome for me. Right here, where anyone could walk in.â
That did it.
You came with a shuddering cry, legs trembling, body pulsing around him. He cursed, fucking you through it, chasing his own high.
âShitâ He groaned âGonna come insideâ
You pushed back harder, moaning, âDo it. Please.â
He buried himself deep and came with a ragged moan of your name, chest pressed to your back, breath hot against your shoulder.
And thatâs exactly when the door slammed open.
âDino-ya Got some banana mil-â
You froze.
Chan didnât even turn around.
âHoshi-hyung, GET OUT.â
Your soul left your body.
Chan groaned into your shoulder without pulling out. You slapped a hand over your mouth, wide-eyed, staring at the mirror in front of you (not at your disheveled hair or flushed skin or the fact that you were very much still bent over the floor)Â at the reflection of Hoshi standing in the open doorway, expression twisted in horror.
âH-hyungââ Chan managed, still not moving. âCan you... not? Please?â
âCAN I NOT?!â Hoshi screeched, turning dramatically to face the hallway. âI CAME TO BRING YOU A BANANA MILK AND INSTEAD I GET TRAUMA. TRAUMA!!!â
You scrambled forward, grabbing the discarded hoodie on the floor to cover your chest, mortified beyond belief. âSoonyoung, pleaseââ
âOh no, donât you âSoonyoungâ me like weâre friends,â he said, eyes covered with both hands as he backed out of the room. âIâm gonna need THERAPY.â
The door slammed shut behind him.
Silence.
You and Chan were both breathing heavily. He was still buried deep inside you.
â...Should I pull out now or wait until the shame wears off?â he murmured.
You snorted and slapped his thigh. âChan!â
âWhat? Iâm trying to lighten the mood. Hoshi might never look at me again.â
âOh, heâll look,â you muttered. âHe just might scream while doing it.â
You sighed, fully collapsing onto the mat. Chan finally slipped out of you and flopped beside you, groaning into your shoulder.
âI was gonna take you out for a real date after this,â he said. âBuy you dinner. Maybe make a move under a streetlamp like a normal person.â
You laughed, cheeks still warm. âAnd instead I got railed in a studio and traumatized your hyung.â
âYouâre welcome.â
You rolled your eyes, but smiled. âSo... now what?â
Chan leaned up on one elbow, his eyes soft despite the sweat in his hair and the mess between you. âNow we stop pretending itâs a secret, probably. Because Hoshi has the biggest mouth in the company.â
You sighed again. âSo much for keeping things under wraps.â
âI mean,â he grinned, âcould be worse.â
You raised an eyebrow. âHow?â
He leaned in, whispering against your ear, âCouldâve been Seungcheol.â
You both shuddered.
A moment passed. He reached over and tucked your hair behind your ear, still a little breathless, a little flushed.
âYou know Iâm serious about you, right?â he asked, quieter this time.
You met his eyes.
âI know.â
He smiled. âCool. Wanna go for round two? Studioâs already cursed.â
You paused. Thought about it. Then shoved him back down and climbed on top of him.
wrote a hyunjin drabble based off on this poem he sent on the fans app(?).
Warnings: !!!Not a x reader or a romantic fic!!!!
The days were starting to blur together.
The train slowed to a stop, the sound of the wheels grating against Hyunjin's ears. The place was too bright, almost blinding. Hyunjin's eyes refused to adjust as he stepped off onto the station.
Happiness station always had a cloying scent to it. Like someone had sprayed an entire container of air freshener all over it. The smell attacked Hyunjin's nose, following him around.
At least it was sweet.
Getting off at Happiness meant Hyunjin wouldnât be lonely. He had friends here, people who cared for him. People who loved him.
But the smell. It wouldnât leave him alone.
Hyunjin got off at Happiness again.
The smell surged in, making his nose burn, making his eyes water. He hastily wiped the traces of his uncertainty away.
Tears couldn't fall at Happiness.
Tears shouldnât fall at Happiness.
The lights flickered; dimmed. The smell grew, and so did the disquiet inside Hyunjin.
No, this was wrong. This was Happiness. Hyunjin had love here. Hyunjin had peace here. It should be enough.
It was enough.
It was.
The train pulled up again, wheels grinding against the tracks, making the horrid noise. Hyunjin rushed to get off; if he had been just a second late the train would have sped away.
The smell, oh, the smell. It brought Hyunjin to his knees, gasping for breath. It didnât smell like Happiness should. Hyunjin opened his eyes blearily.
Where was he?
It was too dark. His eyes refused to adjust. The board flashed softly, and he could barely make out the word Happiness on it.
But that didnât make any sense.
Happiness wasnât supposed to flicker faintly before going dark. It was supposed to shine brightly.
Was itâŠ.not here?
Hyunjin ran his hand over his face, sighing. His cheeks wereâŠwet.
Chracter(s): Oh Seungmin/O.de (This is not a yn/romantic fic. There are no romantic pairings.)
Genre: Psychological Thriller(?)
Synopsis: The mirror is starting to annoy Seungmin. It stares back at him with the same eerie smile that he had been seeing ever since they left âform.
Warnings: !!!This is not a yn fic!!! based on âform lore, unreliable narrator, ambiguous/open ending, blood
Word Count: 631
Written by Raeđ«
A/N: This fic does not mean that I'm going to start writing yn fics/open requests again. The jury is still out on that one. This is just a little something that I cooked up out of nowhere and wanted to share.
Crossposted on AO3
The mirror is starting to annoy Seungmin.
It stares back at him with the same eerie smile that he had been seeing ever since they left âform. He doesnât understand why it bothers him so much.
If you rig a rigged system, are you a villain or a hero?
Seungmin slaps his hands over his ears. He almost falls off the bed, scrambling for his headphones. Great, heâs hearing voices too now.
In his haste to grab his headphones, he slips, hand hitting his synthesiser. A dissonant note echoes through the room, making the ringing in his ears worse.
He hopes no one heard it. Theyâre after him.
No, what is he thinking? Heâs in the real world. The real world is boring safe.
He puts his headphones on, cranking the volume to the highest. Lying back down on the bed, he pulls his blanket up.
Thereâs a little crack on the ceiling. He traces it with his eyes. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back. And forth.
You rig a rigged system, villain? âŠor a hero?
Seungminâs eyes snap open. The headphones must have slipped off when he had fallen asleep.
The voice whispers again. Where was it coming from? He reaches down, searching for his headphones.
Theyâre gone.
No, what? Heâs the only one in this room, he lives alone, thereâs no way his headphones could be gone. But they are. He canât find them. Why canât he find them?
Thereâs a flash of light above Seungminâs head and the âform logo glows on his vcr goggles, making him flinch.
D-did âform somehow steal his headphones?
But no, thatâs not possible. Heâs in the real world. âform is justâŠa game. Itâs not possible.
The logo is still glowing. Enticing Dangerous.
Deciding to give up on his headphones, he stands up, catching his reflection in the mirror. The reflection with dark eyes. It smiles that eerie smile at him.
He looks like a villain hero. He is a villain hero.
The glass splinters, crashing down around him. The pieces stare back at him. The reflections are still smiling.
HowâŠ? It couldnât have broken. It shouldnât have broken. Heâs alone in the room.
Did âform really follow him all the way to boring safe real world?
Rig a rigged system, Villain.
Voices. There are voices outside of his door. He runs to his bed, pulling the blanket over his head. It rubs against his hands and he winces, pulling them away to see red staining his palm. Why is he bleeding? Did âform find a way to hurt him even in the real world?
He huddles closer to the wall, the blanket pooling around him. The logo glows again.
âform is dangerous. âform is dangerous. âform is dangeroâ
Seungmin wears the goggles.
Heâs back. And the people at the Dream Garden seem to adore them.
Flashes of pictures being taken. Yells from the fans for autographs. Cheers from the crowd.
Itâs scary thrilling.
Rigged system. Villain.
The voice is too clear. Itâs the only thing Seungmin can hear.
Why did the crowds disappear? Why was heâŠwhere was he?
Reflections. Reflections everywhere. They stare at him with evil eyes. And theyâre laughing.
Villain. Or hero? Villain. Or hero? Villain. Or hero?
The mirror maze. He should have realised. Of course his reflections are everywhere. He needs to get out.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spots something.
The mirror isâŠdifferent. It has âIf you rig a rigged system, are you a villain or a hero?â sprawled across it in red.
And Seungmin fits in the word villain better.
The reflection is mocking him. This is âformâs doing, making him doubt himself.
Heâs a hero. Heâs a hero. Heâsâ
Villain.
Seungmin plunges the scissors into the mirror. The world turns dark.
sigh no thoughts, just holding a vibe to jun hans dick while placing small kisses and occasionally sucking on his balls đ not stopping even when heâs already came to overstimulate him until heâs crying đ
hiii nonie, i'm so sorry for taking so long with this. i thought that i had accidently deleted your ask because it disappeared from my inbox but it reappeared today lmaoo(smh tumblr why are you so glitchy)
anyways i hope you like it! <3
Warnings: Sub!Hyeongjun, Vibrators, Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, tiiiiny bit of humiliation and reverse strength kink
Hyeongjun shouldnât like this.
Itâs humiliating, sitting still like this, while you hold a vibrator to his dick. But your gaze holds him in place, makes him stay still, even though his legs are starting to shake.
âI told you that youâre not allowed to move, baby.â You say, and Hyeongjun can hear the grin in your voice, can see the edges of your lips curling up slightly.
Youâre not being fair. Heâs doing everything he can to keep himself from moving and you know that. âIâm not!â He protests.
You donât say anything, just press the vibrator against his dick again, leaning down and pressing a small kiss on his neck. A shiver runs through his body when you bite down softly, his skin blooming purple-red.
Hyeongjun can feel his high approaching. And he knows you know it too because of the way you smile against his neck. The feeling of the vibrator against his dick is too much, and he comes all over it, making a mess.
You donât even try hiding your smirk this time. âOh? Already?â
Pink covers Hyeongjunâs cheeks as he whines, almost curling up on himself. Your hand reaches out, pressing his waist down, to hold him in place.
âI didnât say you could move, Hyeongjun.â Thereâs a warning in your tone and Hyeongjun whimpers.
You drag the vibrator to his dick again, eyes glittering. Itâs too much, too overwhelming. Hyeongjun can feel his eyes burn as you push him towards the edge again.
You trail little kisses down his neck, stopping only to leave a few marks, and Hyeongjun can feel another orgasm creep up on his. He comes too quickly, trembling as tears slip out.
You gently wipe them away, but more take their place anyway.
âOh, is it too much for you, my baby?â Saccharine drips from your voice and Hyeongjun knows youâre mocking him.
And he likes it. Maybe a bit too much.
âYes.â He sobs, answering you anyway.
âBut itâs just the second time.â You pout, amusement coloring your words. âI know you can come again, Junnie.â
He makes no attempt to disagree, even as you pull another orgasm from him and then another, all while kissing him so softly he could melt.
He makes no attempt to disagree, even as he shakes and cries under you.
Rae I canât Iâm losing it. I keep going back and listening to that bubble message đ I need him so bad you donât understand Iâm gonna start flipping out </3
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NEED to be between his legs all day everyday making him pull that face đ« like I actually canât explain to you how bad I need that man.
NONIE YOU ARE ACTUALLY CRAZY LIKE??? i opened this ask while out getting groceries and ended up facedown in the aisle.
this pic is crazy. i Need him bad. and so i wrote this drabble :)
Warnings: Edging
In Hyeongjunâs opinion, you were being really mean right now.
He didnât know how long it had been since you had nestled yourself between his legs and taken him in your mouth. You had been sweet, pressing little kisses on his thighs, and promising him you were going to let him come soon.
It felt like it had been hours ago, even though, rationally, Hyeongjun knew it couldnât have been that long. But you hadnât let him come once.
It was overwhelming, feeling your lips around his dick. He could feel his thighs beginning to shake as the desire built up in him again. He really, really needed to come.
âY/n,â He begged. âPlease.â
You didnât reply, just continued sucking him off. Oh, were you really going to let him come this time? Hyeongjun desperately wished you would.
He was so close to the edge. And you werenât stopping. Maybe he would actually come this time, maybeâ
You pulled away just as he was about to fall off the edge. With his head tipped back, eyes closed and mouth slightly open, he looked like a dream. You bit back a grin at how messed up he looked.
Hyeongjun felt his orgasm slip away again and he felt like he could cry. He lifted his head, and looked at you with pleading eyes. âY/n, baby, you promised to let me come.â
The sparkle in your eyes scared Hyeongjun. You smiled at him sweetly, pressing a kiss to his lips. âI am going to let you come, Junnie. I just didnât say when.â
Synopsis: Seungcheol canât wait until the aisle to see you and some rules were just meant to be broken.
Warnings: None. Just pure fluff and Seungcheol being a dangerously handsome groom.
Word count: 502
Written by: AshđȘ
The wedding hall hums with excitement, but Seungcheol doesnât hear a damn thing.
He is pacing the hallway, fists clenching and unclenching, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Not because heâs nervous about marrying you. Hell no. He has been ready for it since the moment you said yes. No, heâs on edge because he canât see you yet.
âSheâs not gonna disappear, you know,â Jeonghan says from his spot by the mirror, adjusting his tie. âYouâre marrying her in like, twenty minutes.â
âI know,â Seungcheol mutters under his breath, eyes flicking towards the corridor where your bridal suite is. âI just⊠need to see her.â
Jeonghan freezes mid-adjustment. âYouâre thinking of breaking the no-seeing-the-bride rule?â
Youâre standing in front of the mirror, fussing with a hairpin when the door creaks open behind you.
Your maid of honour gasps. âCheol?! You canât be in here! Youâre gonna jinx it!â
You turn around, half-panicked, half-speechless. And there he is, your almost-husband, in his perfectly tailored grey suit, looking way too handsome. His eyes find yours and everything else fades.
âI know, I know,â he murmurs, stepping in and closing the door behind him as your maid of honour steps out to give you some privacy. âI just couldnât wait.â
âCheol,â you scold, but it comes out soft, your heart stuttering in your chest. âYouâre not supposed to see me before the ceremonyââ
âThen sue me,â he interrupts, voice low, stepping closer to you. âBecause the moment I imagined you in that dress, just minutes away from being my wife⊠I couldnât think about anything else and I had to see you.â
You blush as he stops in front of you, his fingers brushing lightly down your bare arm, then resting at your waist. His gaze burns through the layers of lace like itâs nothing.
âCheolââ you whisper, but he cuts you off, pressing his forehead gently against yours.
âNo matter how incredible you look in this dress right now, and God, baby, you doâ" His voice dips into a growl. "I canât wait to take it off tonight.â
You suck in a breath, cheeks flushed and your heart racing wildly. âYouâre ridiculous.â
He grins, that boyish, cocky smile you fell for years ago. âIâm in love. Itâs incurable.â
Just then, you hear a knock on the door, Joshuaâs voice calling, âWeâre starting soon!â
âI have to leave you now?" He pouts dramatically. "I don't want to"
You smile, stepping onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. âYou get to marry me in like ten minutes.â
âStill not sure how I got so lucky.â Seungcheol presses a lingering kiss to your hand, eyes locked with yours. âYou ready to be mine forever?â
You nod, barely managing to speak. âI already am.â
As he slips out of the room, he turns back for one last look. âIâll try not to cry when I see you walk down the aisle.â
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You can feel it in the way the streetlights are starting to blur together, and the way the world seems to tilt whenever you take a step forward.
You really shouldnât have worn heels today because now your feet hurt. You let out a pained groan as you try to balance on the death traps disguised as footwear that youâre wearing. Five minutes away from your apartment, you stumble to a stop turning to Gunil with a pout.
âIâm tired.â You mumble, pressing yourself into Gunilâs side. âCarry me home.â
âWeâre just five minutes away, baby.â Gunil says, trying to sound exasperated. But his laugh is fond and honey drips off his voice as he wraps an arm around you.
Heâs warm. You could fall asleep like this, stood in the middle of the street, clinging to your boyfriend.
âBut,â You whine, dragging out the syllables, âIâm drunk.â
Gunilâs eyes crinkle as he smiles. A simple âI knowâ rolls of his tongue, but when he reaches down to pull you up in his arms, you hear what he actually means anyway. I love you.
You giggle, burying your face into the crook of his neck as he starts walking again, you anchored safely into his arms. âThank you.â You say, kissing his nose.
âWhat would you do without me?â Gunilâs chuckle reminds you of a gentle warmth, the kind that makes flowers bloom.
You spot the pink creeping up on Gunilâs cheeks and grin. âProbably not get home.â
âI spoil you too much.â Gunil mutters, shaking his head, but the smile wonât leave his face.
Heâs beautiful. You canât see any stars above your head but you find them in Gunilâs eyes anyway. Maybe it was the alcohol making you sentimental but you canât stop staring at him. Gunilâs love is soft, quiet teases and adoring smiles, cheesy jokes and gentle hands.
The kind of love that turned your house into a home.
That thought is enough to make tears spring into your eyes and you bury your face into Gunilâs neck. âThank you for carrying me.â You whisper against his skin.
Gunil tilts his head. âThank you for letting me carry you.â
The words sound like a confession. Youâre my home too.
And then, because heâs Gunil, he pretends like heâs about to drop you and you squeal, clutching to his shoulders even though you know he would never let you fall. He laughs when you yell at him and youâre too lost in him to not grin back.
Thereâs an overwhelming amount of beauty everywhere but in your opinion the way Gunil makes your heart race is the most beautiful thing in the world.
