[kkumri]

how do u miss someone u never met? 🐶💔

[writtenbycleo]

everyone's a star!

a series i decided to make because i had the worst writing block, so what better way to get rid of it that doing drabbles based of your favorites band new songs... what can i say i had the time. mostly some type of drabble, mostly for my own entertainment. and now a celebration for 250 followers , which is an insane number if you ask me. im so grateful for everyone who took time to read and enjoy my works <<333

started: 18/4/2026

last updated: 18/4/2026

track 3: telephone busy | park seokjoon

summary: moving on and changing yourself are things that are usually hard to do, even more when you suddenly want to kiss your bestie.

track 4: boyband | wang nicholas

summary: rockstar x idol (can you tell i love this trope.)

track 5: no.1 obsession | cho seongil

summary: everything you need its right there, and hes dying to prove it.

track 10: evolve | maus riki

summary: frat boy au! he fell first she fell harder kind of? not really?

track 11: the rocks | asakura jo

summary: in which maybe you are not as alone as you thought. And where the waves don't kill, they crash.

track 12: jawbreaker | na kamden

summary: holding onto empty promises is hard when all there is to love is a cold screen.

more to be added!!! currently working on finishing them <3

[swiftjay23]

HE CAN DO A SOLO AND STILL IN THE GROUP WTF IS WRONG WITH THESE COMPANY!!!! ‼️‼️‼️EVERYONE REPOST!!!‼️‼️‼️ From engenes, Sometime ago Belift posted the official notice about heeseung leaving ENHYPEN on X, Heeseung also wrote a post on weverse showing his gratitude towards engenes and saying a final goodbye. From his post we understand he want to release his own solo songs. But that could be done even by being in the group, so many kpop groups have done this, millions of them. We feel Belift forced heeseung to leave the group as he wanted to produce his own music. They don't want any member having a solo career while being in the group for their own selfish reasons. Heeseung would never leave the group on his own seeing how much he loves engenes, he wrote songs like blossom, highway 1009 for engenes, these prove his love for us. Recently he has been seen looking very upset and depressed. I'm sure it's because of Belift. I request the engenes who live in Korea to find out the reality and once we are sure Belift did this then let's start sending protest trucks, boycotting belift and whatever we can to bring Heeseung back. If its found that is heeseung's own decision then let's support him!! What we have been told is just a cover story but we need to know the truth!! We deserve to know the truth!! Pls engenes let's support each other and contribute in any way we can to stop Belift and bring Heeseung back!! To: ENGENES & ENHYPEN #bring_heeseung_back #enhypen_is_7 #justice_for_heeseung

[ozzysoatsolivesandpasta]

Siyun Ampers&one bf! Insta stories

Warnings: bad humour, playful meanness, low-key ft. Jiho on 2nd but not really & mentions of tackling iykyk

~Master List~

[synne-ful]

Hehe Happy Birthday to me (✿◡‿◡)✨💙❤️🧡🩷💜

[synne-ful]

Hehe Happy Birthday to me (✿◡‿◡)✨💙❤️🧡🩷💜

[blossominghunnie]

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲

Pairing: Brian x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, established relationship

Warning: None

Request: Yes

Notes: I was so excited to write this after I got the request, so tysm for requesting anon! And I hope you like it. 🤍

You woke up the minute you felt the feeling of being pulled towards someone, that someone being your boyfriend.

Even if you were used to these type of affection, you almost always woke up. You didn’t mind but the only downfall was that you had a hard time going back to sleep, so you preferred to start your morning at that time. Good thing that it usually occurred at around 9:30, so not that early.

Since it was the weekend, you stayed in bed for a while until you felt that it was appropriate to get up.

You carefully tried to peel away Brian’s arms from around your waist, not wanting to wake him but, as usual, it was impossible. The blonde was quite clingy in the mornings, and for some reason, he could tell when you were about to get up and away from his embrace.

“Baby, nooo.” He whined softly and tightened his embrace, placing his head on your shoulder.

You chuckled. “It’s 10 am darling, I think it’s time for me to get up.”

“But it’s Saturday, let’s sleep in.” He hid his head on your neck.

“And what do I gain from it?”

“Spending more time with your incredibly handsome boyfriend?”

“Hmm.” You pretended to think about it. “I guess that sounds alright.”

“Alright?” His tone sounded offended which made you laugh hard. You turned around on his embrace and saw Brian pouting.

“I’m kidding.” You kissed his cheek. “You’re too cute. Let’s rest for a bit more, then.”

The blonde cheered and hugged you, getting into a comfortable position under the covers.

Hours passed, three to be exact, when you stirred.

You yawned and rubbed your eyes lazily. You looked at your left and found the blonde still sleeping, which didn’t surprise you, at all. His head was resting on his pillow, a relaxed expression on his face, while his arms were, once again, around your frame.

Smiling, you ruffled gently a few hairs that fell on his face and kissed his forehead lovingly. That made him unconsciously smile.

Slowly, you freed yourself from his embrace, with a lot of difficulty and walked towards the kitchen.

You took out all of the ingredients you needed to make breakfast, as you did on weekends.

The weekend’s routine consisted of you preparing breakfast, cleaning the apartment and then lounging on the couch for the rest of the day alongside your boyfriend.

As you prepared the food, you heard light footsteps that came all the way from the bedroom and stopped behind you.

Then a pair of strong arms wrapping around your body.

“Good morning, pretty.” Brian said in a sleepy but husky voice.

“Good morning, my love.” You leaned into his touch. “How are you?”

“I was doing alright until I woke up without you by my side.”

“I’m sorry but I needed to make us something to eat, we would have starved otherwise.” You joked.

“Oh, yeah. What would I do without my personal chef?”

“You would probably live of off takeout.”

You felt him nod his head as he laughed. “True.”

“This is almost done.” You spoke a few moments later.

“Alright, I’ll set the table.”

It only took a few more minutes to finish preparing everything, and to bring it to the table.

You ate while animatedly chatting with Brian, talking about your week and future plans.

When you were done, your boyfriend washed the dishes. Meanwhile you cleaned the mess you made while cooking.

You spend the next hour and a half wiping, scrubbing and tidying your entire apartment.

Exhausted, you let yourself fall on the living room couch, the blonde doing the same.

“Oh my god, I’m so tired.” He complained. “I hate cleaning.”

“Me too.” You looked at him. “We should do it less often.”

“As tempting as that sounds, love, I don’t think we can do that.”

“Unfortunately, you’re right.”

You stayed looking at the ceiling for a while, too lazy to move. Deciding you needed your boyfriend’s warm, you slowly moved until you were laying next to him.

He smiled at you and hugged you tightly, your head in his chest.

“My favorite time of the day is definitely this.” You yawned.

“Mine too, without a doubt.”

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[ozzysoatsolivesandpasta]

Jungwon Enhypen bf! Insta stories

Warnings: playful meanness, bad humour Niki is in the background of one and mentions of Jay and Sunoo

~Master List~

[aquarius-johnny]

“ctrl+me” | johnny suh

𝜗𝜚 genre: smut | 𝜗𝜚 wc: 4.9k | minors dni | m.list navi 𝜗𝜚 pairing: ceo!johnny x camgirl!reader 𝜗𝜚 warnings: reader has a screen name (hushvia) to maintain anonymity, use of a lot of emojis (thought that should be a warning lol), dom! johnny, sub! reader, sexual language, voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected, use of sex toys — vibrator wand, fingering, multiple orgasms (f), cum tasting, edging, overstimulation, squirting, pet names — baby, good girl 𝜗𝜚 summary: your top tier subscriber turned boyfriend joins you for your stream for the first time. 𝜗𝜚 aimee’s thoughts 💭: - i was playing around with the thought of the reader being a mix of a cam girl, streamer, and erotic content creator on a made up platform that’s a mix of other platforms - i also wanted to make this look more like you’re looking at a stream vs. reading a story. idk how i feel about it, but this also isn’t supposed to be taken seriously, it was just for funsies. - also the ceo title doesn’t play a huge role except for the fact it’s why he’s able to tip so much (i love the ceo trope too ok pls ✋🏼)

You would have never expected to do a collaboration with anyone, let alone your premium tier subscriber turned boyfriend who happens to also be the youngest CEO of the tech industry.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You ask Johnny as he positions himself in front of your stream set up. “Not too late to back out, I could do something else for tonight’s stream.”

He smiles, lifting a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. His hand slides down the side of your neck before cupping your nape, pulling you into a kiss.

“I want to be here,” he reassures. “With you.”

“I know but with your job—”

“You’ve kept yourself a secret for years, right?” His thumb brushes your cheekbone. “I trust you and your setup. You won’t let anything slip up. That’s not who you are.”

You sigh in surrender, pressing a final kiss on the cheek before slipping in front of him. With your back nestled against his chest, silk robe slipped off a shoulder, and thighs pressed tightly together, you settle into place just as the countdown ticks down to the final 20 seconds before going live.

Quickly double checking one of the many screens, you ensure the voice changer app is up and running while the angle of the camera doesn’t reveal anything incriminating about you or your boyfriend.

“Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point,” you say, tilting your head to look at him. “I’ll cut the stream and—”

“I’ll be fine, baby,” he chuckles, sliding his large hand across your stomach. “But I will let you know. I promise.”

With one last reassuring kiss to your cheek, you take a deep breath to soothe your nerves. You give Johnny’s hand one last squeeze before your livestream starts.

🔴 hushvia is now live! 👤 8,267 joined 💬 live chat 👤 devotionslut: chat wish me luck 👤 devotionslut: im watching this on the tv 👤 softbutmean: @/devotionslut ur absolutely insane 👤 dripkisser: uh who tf is that behind her?! 👤 softbutmean: are we intruding on something?

When your livestream begins, your entire personality shifts into your teasing, flirtatious, online persona you’ve carefully curated throughout your years.

“Hi babies,” you giggle, your fingers still laced between Johnny’s as his hands rests against your abdomen. “I see you noticed something a little different tonight.”

💬 live chat 👤 devotionslut: different? you got a whole man behind you! 👤 dripkisser: he’s kinda hot? who is he? 👤 creampie4: i have a gut feeling this stream is gonna be so fckn hot

Johnny’s hand dips between your thighs, prying them open with a firm touch.

You giggle, clenching them shut again in playful defiance before continuing your thought.

“You’ve asked if I’d ever do collabs before.” You pause, eyes flicking to the chat and a smile curling towards the camera. “I guess tonight you have your answer.”

His lips brush against the shell of your ear, pulling another breathless laugh from your lips.

“Be good tonight,” you purr. “I’ll let you decide if I should bring him back.”

Johnny’s voice is too quiet for the mic to catch. “Tell them how wet you are.” He commands quietly, voice low and gravelly.

He dips his fingers between your thighs again — slower this time — rubbing circles over the lacy fabric stretched over your clit.

“He wants me to tell you,” you giggle, biting your bottom lip towards the camera. “How wet I am right now.”

“But…” You pause for dramatic effect, then smile. “It might be easier to show you — once we hit our tip goal.”

💬 live chat 💸 curledtoesclub tipped $65 — I’ve waited an eternity for you to collab with someone! 💸 softbutmean tipped $125 — ur lucky ur so hot 💸 justhereforthemoans tipped $175 — show us! show us! show us! show us! 📌 pinned tip 💸 sufferforher tipped $500 — cockwarm him while he plays with you… please… i’ll get on my knees and beg if I have to! 💬live chat 👤 scre4ming: @/sufferforher not you tipping for a cockwarming session 👤 viasfavorite: @/sufferforher ur a real one 🛑 tip goal met 🎉

Your eyebrows lift in surprise and your eyes light up at the tip comment that comes in. Biting down on your bottom lip, you feel your empty walls flutter at the thought of being stuffed full with your boyfriend’s cock.

Johnny’s chest shifts with a stifled laugh. You glance up at him, catching the small shrug of his shoulders.

“Wanna do it?” He softly asks, voice low, eyes scanning yours — checking and waiting for even the smallest sign of doubt.

You nod, shifting beside him as he carefully unzips his slacks. His cock springs free — hard and impressive. Even off camera, you’re still getting used to the way he stretches you open.

You reposition yourself, back flush to his chest, teasing the live chat as you press his cock against your stomach with his leaking tip glistening just under your navel.

“Do you guys see this?” You grin, your thumb gliding across his slit, smearing his precum over his sensitive tip. It twitches at your touch. “This is how deep he’ll be in me.”

You hover over him as he pulls your panties to the side, holding them out of the way while you sink down slowly onto his length. 

A gasp slips out when his hands grip your waist — steadying and guiding you — as he fills you inch by inch.

💬 live chat 👤 hoverkiss: whoever said size doesn’t matter was a fucking liar or has a small 🍆 👤 user69: there’s no way he fits. no waaaaay 💸 cvntybtch tipped $143 — she’s so stuffed! 😍 👤 chattychad: mine is bigger for sure 👤 viasfavorite: @/chattychad stfu 💸 devotionslut tipped $111 — if she cries on stream i’m tipping again 💸 dripkisser tipped $250 — this alone means he needs to come back every week!!

You still for a moment, allowing your body to adjust to his size. He presses his lips against the back of your neck, sending ripples of shivers up and down your spine.

“You okay?” He murmurs, arms tightening around your waist.

You nod.

“Good.” You feel his smile curve against your skin. “Ask chat if they want to see you edged or overstimulated tonight.” His voice dips, dark and low. His cock twitches inside of you and your heart responds, pounding against your ribcage. 

You swallow sharply. “Chat,” you breathe out, voice already trembling. “He wants to know if you’d rather see me edged or overstimulated tonight.” You try to lace it with a flirty laugh, maintaining your internet persona, but the breathlessness in your tone betrays you. “Either way looks like I’ll be begging.”

Johnny’s finger presses against your swollen clit, tracing tight, deliberate circles that make your walls flutter around him.

A poll pops up and you’re watching the results fluctuate as the chat votes in real time.

💬 live chat 👤 hoverkiss: her voice! i just know that dick is good af! 💸 softbutmean tipped $100 — overstim! she needs to cry just a little 👤 burneraccount7: edging pls i want her begging 😭 👤 domdaddy: i voted overstim… y’all better deliver 💸 chattychad tipped $175 — this is too hot 📊 poll results 🟩 overstimulated (64%) ⬜ edged (36%)

“Looks like the chat’s decided.” Johnny rolls up the sleeves of his button-up, forearms flexing as he reaches for the vibrator wand placed conveniently within arm’s reach.

He clicks it on to the lowest setting, just enough for you to feel the steady pulse with every soft vibration sinking deep as he presses it against your clit. Your body jolts, a quiet gasp slipping from your lips while he watches you with intent. “Let’s give them what they asked for,” he whispers.

You’re clenching around him, thighs trembling, one hand gripping his wrist while your other claws at the forearm that pins you back against his chest. Loud, broken moans tear from your throat as he slides the head of the toy up and down your wet slit, every pass slicker than the last.

“Ask your chat if I should let you cum,” he whispers. “Ask if you deserve to cum on my cock.” 

You swallow hard, body twitching as the wand’s vibrations intensify. 

“Ch-chat,” you stammer, hips jerking, word early drowned out by a needy whimper. “He wants y-you to vote — fuck…” you shake your head, clearly overwhelmed before trying again.

💬 live chat 💸 mutedmoan tipped $150 — she’s already fucked out 💸 user963 tipped $200 — keep going omg 💸 softbutmean tipped $175 — damn make her cry!!!

“C’mon baby,” Johnny coos, his breath warm against your ear. “Ask them or you won’t get to cum. I know you want to.” 

You nod, your stomach twitching as he presses the toy harder against you. 

“He wants you to vote if I’m allowed to cum on his cock,” you barely manage, voice trembling. 

Another poll pops up on the screen, and the tips start flooding in — more than you’ve ever seen in a single stream. Your eyes flicker to the chat, buzzing with mixed reactions, but the poll’s bar is leaning toward “no.”

Johnny chuckles softly. “Looks like you need to beg the chat to let you cum, baby. They’re being cruel.” 

You whimper, feeling your muscles clench tighter around him.

“Please, chat,” you plead, voice breaking just right. “I’ve been so, so good. Please let me cum. I promise it’ll be worth it. Please.” 

Your whimper sends the chat into a frenzy.

💬 live chat 👤 mutedmoan: oh my god she’s begging us??? 👤 viasdaddy: nah this power trip is making me feel too important. let me just fuck her for one night. 💸 viassugardaddy tipped $350 📌 pinned tip 💸 beg4u tipped $600 — make sure she cums hard 📊 poll results 🟩 yes, let her cum (71%) ⬜ no, deny her (29%)

“Cum for them,” Johnny growls into your ear the second the poll results pop up.

And you do — hard. Your back arches, toes curl, and a shuddering wave of pleasure takes over. The audience can’t see the tears sliding down your cheeks, but Johnny can.

“She’s crying,” he says loud enough for the mic to catch it, a teasing smirk in his voice as the vibrator pulses relentlessly against you.

💬 live chat 💸 clitkitten tipped $500 — GIVE US HIS @ NOW 👤 viasgoodslvt: WHY AM I MOANING???? 💸 mutedmoan tipped $300 — sir… ur voice?! 💸 anonymous tipped $440 👤 sincity: shit i nutted everywhere 💸 devotionslut tipped $200 — she actually cried ❤️‍🔥

“Cum for them again, baby,” Johnny murmurs, still loud enough for the mic to catch. “You can do it.”

Your thighs instinctively press together, only for him to part them again — firm and unforgiving.

“I-I don’t know if I can,” you whisper, voice shaking as the room spins. Your body twitches beneath the relentless pulse of the vibrator still pressed against your slick and poor overstimulated clit.

“Yes, you can. Breathe, baby. Cum for us.” His tone softens as he tilts your head gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. “They’ve been so good to you. They deserve this.”

💬 live chat 💸 anonymous97 tipped $825 — THIS GUY. DAMN. 💸 anonymous12 tipped $700 — the way he knows she can take more. i’ve never tipped faster. 💸 anonymous34 tipped $600 — i just came to her 📌 pinned tip 💸 ceo.daddy tipped $925 — i know this is a live stream but i feel like i shouldn’t be watching

You simply nod, gripping onto his arm as he whispers praises in your ear that only you can hear — meant for only you.

Your thighs begin to tingle, vision blurring as the pressure coils low in your belly. Throwing your head back against his shoulder, your lip catches between your teeth, biting down hard — so hard it just might bleed.

“I’m gonna—” you gasp, words catching in your throat and cutting your sentence short. 

You sob from the force of your release, a cry of pleasure tearing from you as Johnny pins you tighter to his chest and shielding you from view — protecting the anonymity you’ve fought so hard to preserve.

“Thank you,” you mumble. You’re not sure who you’re thanking — the chat for letting you experience this or Johnny for getting you to this point.

You’re still pulsing around him, walls fluttering, wet, and your slick dripping down his cock when, without warning, his hips jerk up once, sharp and needy. 

He lifts you off his cock with such ease, it catches you by surprise and before you can even gasp, warmth splashes across your stomach. His cum paints your skin — thick, hot, and unexpected.

He’s panting into your ear, voice wrecked and full of apology. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I couldn’t help it. You felt too good. I had to.”

Your lashes flutter as you catch your breath and you smirk toward the camera, giggling softly — completely fucked-out and absolutely shameless.

💬 live chat 👤 viasfavorite: her stomach. his cum. her fucking smirk. i can’t breathe rn 💸 viassugardaddy tipped $300 💸 hornymf tipped $420 — u did so well 📌 pinned tip 💸 clitkitten tipped $1,000 — taste it, please taste it 💬 live chat 👤 user62: u guys are rich ass mf here wtf 👤 jaejaejae: tipping 1k to taste cum fckn insane but thx 👤 dumpydumpy: @/clitkitten i hope u get everything u want in life for doing this

“Taste it?” You giggle, reading the pinned tip comment aloud.

Your eyes flicking toward your boyfriend who is already blushing and grinning like he knows what’s coming.

Without needing to ask, his fingers dip low, gathering a creamy streak of his release on the pad of his index finger. He lifts it slowly and deliberately, holding your gaze the entire time.

When he brings it to your lips, you don’t hesitate. You part them with a satisfied sigh and cheeky grin, wrapping your mouth around his finger and sucking him clean. 

💬 live chat 💸 sincity tipped $700 — i’m jealous of a fingertip!! 💸 viasgoodslvt tipped $100 — SHE TASTED HIM. ON CAMERA. I CAN’T BREATHE.  💸 domdaddy tipped $200 — dude is one lucky guy 💸 chattychad tipped $200 — this is the filthy shit NO OTHER STREAMER CAN COMPARE TO 🛑 tip goal exceeded 50%  🎉 🏆 milestone achieved hushvia just reached a record-breaking tip total! 🎬 stream replay available for VIP members only

You take a moment to catch your breath, chest rising and falling as you slowly come down from your high. 

Johnny’s hand runs over your trembling thighs in soft strokes, trying to soothe the quivering aftershocks still rolling through you.

You flash the camera a dazed smile, eyes catching on the screen just as a celebratory pop-up appears.

“Oh my god! Did we just hit a milestone?” You laugh, still breathless. “You guys are actually insane tonight. Thank you so much. Seriously, I’ve never had a night like this and I can’t thank you enough for the support.”

Johnny’s hands slide up your hips, giving them a firm squeeze that makes you glance back.

“Wanna thank them properly?” He mutters into your ear, voice thick with promise. “Five minute break. I wanna surprise them.”

You hesitate, eyes searching his, but you trust him completely.

“Babies,” you begin, biting down on your bottom lip as you turn back to the camera. “We’re gonna take a short break to prep something extra special just to say thank you for helping us hit that milestone.”

Shrugging off the silk fabric from your shoulders, you toss your robe to the side and out of frame.

“Grab some water, clean up the mess you made, maybe check your bank accounts.” You grin cheekily. “Then join us in five. You definitely don’t wanna miss what we’ve got planned.”

Your custom banner appears with the soft countdown ticking in the corner of the screen. As the stream temporarily fades to your break overlay, you turn to Johnny, eyebrows lifted in curiosity.

“What’s the surprise for them?” You ask, sipping from the water glass on your bedside table. 

“Lay back,” he says, already moving behind the camera. “You’re gonna cum on live again, but this time with my fingers.”

A breath hitches. You lean against your hand, knees spread open, and feet planted against the mattress.

Johnny adjusts the angle, zooming in, and narrowing the view until all that’s visible is your glistening heat framed by your thighs. 

You gasp at the sight on the viewfinder.

“You’ll walk into frame when the timer hits zero,” he tells you, glancing down the lens with a glint in his eye and a smirk pulling from the corner of his mouth. “Trust me. I was a subscriber once, remember?”

💬 live chat 👤 viasfavorite: do u think they’re doing something rn to warm her up 😭 👤 devotionslut: u guys think he’s a streamer too?? 👤 user222: @/devotionslut nah he would’ve gone viral if he was right??? 👤 clitkitten: @/devotionslut if he is i’d sub SO FAST 👤 viasgoodslvt: someone drop his @ for science 👤 scre4ming: @/devotionslut maybe he’s just her dom 👤 just.the.tip: @/scre4ming she’s such a good sub 👤 scre4ming: @/just.the.tip and he’s a good dom 🤤

The anticipation is electric. Messages moving rapidly with tips and new subscriptions blowing up your notifications. Your own heart races as the countdown ticks into its final ten seconds.

You glance at Johnny. His once-pristine hair is tousled, messy from earlier, and he combs through it with his fingers before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead — calming you in the quietest, and best, way he knows how.

You take one last look at your setup — camera angle, lighting, connection — all ready to go. 

When the screen fades in from the break overlay, the first thing they see is a tight frame of your wine-colored bedsheets.

“So,” your voice comes through first, low and flirty, just off-screen. You appear, sliding into view and settling into the same position as before — knees bent, back arched, body on full display. “I’ll be on my back, all for you, and he’s gonna work those fingers like you’ve never imagined.”

You pause, your lips curving into a sly smile.

“No toys,” you playfully whisper. “Just pure overstimulation.”

You shift slightly, bracing yourself on your palms behind you. Your thighs part, pussy glistening and ready. 

A moment later, Johnny’s hands enter the frame. He spits into his palm, the sound sharp and hard to miss.

💬 live chat 💸 dripkisser tipped $75 – he can spit on me any day 👤 user6969: fingers? it’s gonna be soft core 😒 👤 creampie4: wait, did he just spit?? damn 💸 shhh111 tipped $50 – i just know he’s hot i don’t even need to see him

As his slick fingers circle your clit, you barely register the first digit sliding inside you, then the second. It’s easy, like your body’s been waiting for him all night.

At first, he moves slowly — timed and calculated. Until the pace changes. His palm starts slapping softly against your clit each time he fucks his fingers into you, the sound obscene and wet, echoing in the mic.

You gasp, fingers clawing at his wrist in a desperate attempt to slow him down, but his other hand grabs yours and pins them flat against your lower abdomen.

“Stay still baby,” he mutters under his breath. 

You’re crying out as he alternates between curling his fingers deep inside you and harshly rubbing your clit in punishing circles with the pads of his fingertips.

Your cunt clenches hard and fast, building heat blooms just behind your navel. Your thighs begin to shake, fluttering around his hand. But this time, it’s different. Your breath hitches at the feeling.

“I-I think I might… wait, wait—” You squeal, voice cracking as you try to squirm away from your boyfriend’s fingers. 

Johnny leans close, lips brushing your ear.“It’s okay, baby, don’t hold back.” He whispers. “Just let go, you’re safe with me.” 

His reassurance pushes you right over the edge and your entire body shatters under him when you submit to the pleasure.

Your body jerks violently as a rush of liquid soaks his fingers and your inner thighs, the slick sound unmistakable as it hits your skin. You try to close your legs, but he holds you open — for himself and your audience. You’re sobbing, not from pain, but from the immense pleasure coursing through your body.

Your mind goes blank — forgetting the camera, your audience, everything. The only thing grounding you is the steady touch of your boyfriend and his soft praises whispered into your ear. 

“That’s it, baby. Good job,” he says, warm and proud. “You did so well.”

💬 live chat 💸 dirtypickle tipped $69 💸 viassugardaddy tipped $100: that was the hottest fucking thing i’ve ever seen 👤 viasfavorite: i’d fall in love if this happened to me 👤 h0rnygh0st: she didn’t even know it was coming  💸 clitkitten tipped $300 — squirted for US?! best thank you from a creator EVER! 👤 daddydom: BRO SHE SQUIRTED?????? 👤 cumslut: i will never recover from this. ever.

“Again,” you whimper, voice raw and trembling. “Again, please.”

Johnny just smirks at the fucked-out state you’re in — glassy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, lips swollen and still parted from your last orgasm.

He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “Ask your chat if you can cum for them again.” He hums, fingers gently coaxing your thighs apart. One hand strokes your inner thigh, soothing your trembling body.

You nod weakly, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath. “Ch-chat,” you stammer, voice barely above a whisper. “C-can I cum for you again, please?”

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“You’re such a good girl,” Johnny breathes against your skin, lips brushing your neck before his fingers slide back inside you — with no warning, no mercy.

This time, he doesn’t hold back.

The slap of his palm against your clit is relentless, almost punishing. The rhythm he sets is fast and harsh, sending waves of bliss through your body. Your back arches, hips jerk off the bed, a strained cry tears from your throat and echoes through the room.

“Cum for them again, baby.” Johnny growls, low and commanding — the kind of tone that hits you deep in your core, picked up perfectly by the mic.

And you do.

It crashes into you like a tsunami — overwhelming and powerful. Your fingers fist the sheets in a death grip as another messy, uncontrollable spurt gushes out of you, slick dripping between your thighs. 

You’re whimpering, crying, completely spent. Your body collapses back into the mattress, muscles twitching as your bones go soft and your mind fogs with pleasure. You’re nothing but breathless sobs and overstimulated bliss.

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Johnny brushes the sweat-damp strands of hair from your forehead, his touch gentle and loving. He presses a soft kiss to your temple — not for the camera, not for the stream — just for you.

“Make sure you thank them, baby,” he whispers, voice low and warm as he steps away from the bed. He gives you space, a silent gesture of respect after everything you gave — to him and to your audience.

You’re slightly trembling, your breath still broken, the sheets beneath you are soaked and clinging to your skin. You close your eyes for a moment, trying your best to steady the spinning room, but the smile on your lips doesn’t fade. 

Johnny adjusts the framing, zooming out just enough to capture your smile, parted lips, and bare chest rising and falling with every uneven breath.

“Thank you, chat,” you grin, your voice hoarse but full of affection.

Johnny hands you your water, and you take slow, grateful sips, lips wrapping around the straw. The comments explode — hearts, praise, awe — but the one thing they all agree on is how good he takes care of you.

They’re right.

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You laugh at the pinned comment, still breathless, and you glance over at your boyfriend — who’s already smirking at the screen, clearly proud of the generous tip he left under his alias.

“Should we have him return?” You giggle, just as a poll pops up on screen.

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“Looks like we have a fan favorite,” you chuckle, reaching over to tug Johnny into the frame.

He gives a casual wave to the camera, still smirking.

“I think I’m gonna end things here,” you continue, brushing hair from your face as you smile warmly. “Thank you all so much for joining us for tonight’s stream. It was a huge night of firsts, and I can’t thank you enough for coming on this wild ride with me.” 

You giggle as Johnny’s hand draws soft circles against your back. 

“Be good tonight… or at least think of me while you’re being bad, okay? See you next time, good night!” You blow a kiss to the screen and with one final smile, you end the stream. 

You let out a breath of relief, but the moment you look up, Johnny is towering over you with a look in his eye.

“You really think I could watch you cum like that and not fuck you stupid?” He mutters, voice low and dangerous. His fingers trail slowly along your collarbone, coaxing your gaze back to his. “We’re not done, yet.”

You squeal, laughing as he grabs your waist and tugs you toward the edge of the bed. His movements are fast, hungry — he’s already undoing the button of his slacks, pulling his hard cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

“Can I at least shower first?” You giggle, lifting your leg and pressing your foot to his chest in mock protest.

“Why?” He smirks. “You’re just gonna get messy all over again — and again, and again.” He leans in, voice husky and dark. “You’re not sleeping tonight, baby. You’re gonna cum for me ‘til the sun’s up.”

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The tip alerts keep rolling in, drawing your attention just as the audio icon flashes green — a clear sign the stream didn’t end properly.

“Oops,” you giggle, leaning in toward the mic. “Pretend you didn’t hear that. See you next time. Bye!”

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[swiftjay23]

—⁝⁜ 𝓑єттєʀ 𝓣нαη 𝓣нє 𝓜σνιєѕ —⁝⁜

✦ Inspired by some of my favorite romantic movies (each fic is based on a different film I picked)

✦ All stories are part of the Better Than the Movies series ✩ (title inspired by the book I love so much + thought would fit perfectly for this project!)

✦ Will be updated on Thursday every week (starting in November)

✦ Masterlist

✦ Author Note: This series is something I’ve been planning for a while, mixing my love for rom-com movies with writing (I'm literally so corny goodbye-). I thought it’d be really fun to reimagine those classic film vibes with Enhypen, and since Better Than the Movies is one of my comfort books, the title just felt meant to be. Hope you enjoy this little passion project!

—𝓛ᴇᴇ 𝓗ᴇᴇꜱᴇᴜɴɢ: 10 тнιηgѕ ι нαтє αвσυт уσυ

Heeseung is your academic rival, the boy who drives you insane, until a bet spirals into secret study dates and tension you can’t shake.

Genre: rivals to lovers, academic AU, fluff + smut

Pairing: enemy!academic rival!Heeseung x academic rival!reader.

Release Date: Thursday, 6th November

Inspired by: 10 Things I Hate About You

-> Read: Here!

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Jay is your husband. He’s also your target. Neither of you knew you were both assassins until the night he had a gun pressed to your head.

Genre: action, enemies to lovers, married couple AU, smut

Pairing: assassin spy husband!Jay x assassin spy wife!reader

Release Date: Thursday, 13th November

Inspired by: Mr. & Mrs. Smith

-> Read: Here!

—𝓢ɪᴍ 𝓙ᴀᴇʏᴜɴ: ¢яαzу, ѕтυρι∂, ℓσνє

Jake is the city’s ultimate playboy; he's fucked more people in a week than you have fingers, until he takes you under his wing to help you get over your ex. The problem? You might be falling for your wingman.

Genre: romcom AU, friends with benefits, smut

Pairing: Playboy!Jake x fratgirl!reader

Release Date: Thursday, November 20th

Inspired by: Crazy, Stupid, Love

-> Read: Here!

—𝓟ᴀʀᴋ 𝓢ᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ: нσω тσ ℓσѕє α gυу ιη 10 ∂αуѕ

When Sunghoon finds out you’re writing an article about how to drive a man away, he makes a bet that he can make you fall for him first. Neither of you expects who will win.

Genre: enemies to lovers, fake dating, comedy + smut, social experiment

Pairing: football captain!Sunghoon x school editor!reader

Release Date: Thursday, November 27th

Inspired by: How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days

-> Read: Here!

—𝓚ɪᴍ 𝓢ᴜɴᴏᴏ: ℓα ℓα ℓαη∂

You and Sunoo met chasing the same dream in the city. Love bloomed under neon lights, but in a world where ambition burns bright, will love be enough to outlast?

Genre: bittersweet romance, angst + fluff + smut, second chances

Pairing: rising singer!Sunoo x aspiring actress!reader

Release Date: Thursday, 4th December

Inspired by: La La Land

-> Read: Here!

—𝓨ᴀɴɢ 𝓙ᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ: ƒяιєη∂ѕ ωιтн вєηєƒιтѕ

You swore it was just physical. No feelings, no strings. But Jungwon’s late-night texts and morning kisses start to feel dangerously real. Tangled in him, your slow, shallow breaths mixing together don't really seem any emotions attached, now, do they?

Genre: friends to lovers, smut, soft angst

Pairing: fwb! Jungwon x fwb! reader

Release Date: Thursday, 11th December

Inspired by: Friends With Benefits

-> Read: Here!

—𝓝ɪꜱʜɪᴍᴜʀᴀ 𝓡ɪᴋɪ: тнє ησтєвσσк

Every summer, you and Ni-ki burned with young love, until reality tore you apart. Years later, he’s back, and he still remembers every word you wrote in the letters you thought he never read.

Genre: angst, romance, smut, second chance and forbidden love

Pairing: countryboy!Niki x citygirl!reader

Release Date: Thursday, 18th December

Inspired by: The Notebook

-> Read: Here!

Directed by: @swiftjay23 Produced by: late nights and bad decisions Starring: Enhypen

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[turnipfizzle]

Sleeping Beauty

kyrell / gn!reader | wc: ~1.4k genre: fluff, slightly suggestive contains: tickle fights a/n: requested by a lovely anon <3 thank you, hope you like! cross posted on ao3

Kyrell was a morning person. No doubt about it. It didn't matter what time he had to get up, he was always somehow upbeat and chipper in the predawn hours. Most mornings, you'd join him in the kitchen to make breakfast together. Other days, he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed. Sometimes it was annoying how awake he was so early. But, even if you weren't in the best of moods in the morning, it was difficult to stay upset with his bright smile and cheerful laugh.

It was also surprisingly difficult to wake up before him.

Sunday morning. No work, no plans, no alarms. The sun was just barely peeking up over the horizon to shine into your bedroom and, at this time of the year, the first rays of the day beamed directly onto your pillow. Groaning at the rude awakening by the light, you turned over to bury yourself back into the blankets, expecting to find the other side of your bed empty, or at the very least, Kyrell awake and waiting for you. Instead, you were greeted with your boyfriend's peaceful, sleeping face.

You stared at him, astonished. The times when he was actually still sleeping when you woke up could probably be counted on one hand, and even then, he would soon wake up, never allowing the opportunity to watch him. Even asleep, he looked… happy. You wondered if you had a similar expression on your face when sleeping, happy in the knowledge that you were cozy and safe with the one you loved.

He shifted in his sleep, as if he knew that he was being watched. You involuntarily held your breath to not wake him from his slumber, but he only gave a heavy sigh and snuggled deeper into the covers.

A fond smile graced your face. He was so cute like this, so delicate. The urge to wrap your arms around him and hold him close was strong, but that would probably wake him up. Not that he'd mind, of course, but waking up before him was such a rare occurrence that you wanted to admire him like this for just a little longer.

You had long since committed every line, curve, and dimple of his face to memory, but seeing him in this state was a fairly new experience. His sleeping expressions were, predictably, similar to his waking ones. His eyes were still those cute, little crescents, though now they lacked the usual glint of mischief, the look that said he was scheming something silly. His lips were just barely parted, releasing quiet wisps of breath with every slow rise and fall of his chest, and his soft hair was tousled from sleep. He looked like a doll, or an angel. Either way, ethereal. You licked your lips, suddenly tempted to kiss him.

Reaching out a hand, you gently brushed back the hair that had fallen into his eyes, cupped his squishy cheek, and leaned in to press your lips to his. For the briefest moment, he didn't react. Then, automatically, his mouth opened to meld into yours. You could practically see his brain booting up, his lips the power button activated by a kiss.

You stroked his cheek with your thumb as he blearily opened his eyes to focus on you. "Hey, cutie. Good morning," you greeted softly.

He smiled sleepily, leaning into your touch. "Good morning, honey. This is a nice way to wake up," he said. His bemused expression turned to alarm. "Wait, what time is it? How late did I sleep?"

"Shh, shh. It's still early," you assured him and he visibly relaxed. "The sun is juuust coming up. It's actually why I'm awake in the first place; it was shining in my eyes," you chuckled.

"Oh, do you want to switch places? I can be by the window if you want."

"Nah, it's fine. It gave me the opportunity to admire you while you slept. Do you have any idea how unbelievably adorable you are when you're asleep?" You played with his hair while you spoke, twirling his soft locks around your fingers and then sweeping them back. Kyrell's eyes tried to stay open, to concentrate on what you were saying, but the feeling of your hand carding through his hair put him on the verge of dozing off again.

"Not as adorable as you are," he mumbled. "So beautiful. Why do you think I get up before you to make breakfast all the time?"

The question took you a bit off guard. "Because you care for my well being and don't want to eat breakfast alone?" you answered.

"Yes, but that's not all," he said sheepishly. You raised an eyebrow at him. "The other reason is that, if I stay in bed with you too long, I have a hard time keeping my hands off you. If I woke you up for my selfish needs, I'm worried you'll get mad at me." A blush crept across his cheeks.

Mad at Kyrell for finding you desirable even before you've had the chance to put yourself together for the day? Impossible. Just this one little confession made him all the more mesmerizing. He could look so cute, so innocent, whether he wanted to or not, but then, out of nowhere, he'd say something so casually charming and suddenly he's irresistible. Cunning little quokka.

You shifted closer to him and propped yourself up on one elbow. "And what would you do if I said you could touch me?" you purred.

That familiar glint of which you've seen so many times appeared in his eyes. "Oh, maybe something like this," he answered in the same tone. There were no plans for the day, so it couldn't hurt to spend just a little bit longer in bed with your sweet, seductive boyfriend. But Kyrell, Mister Mischief himself, could not resist teasing you, even if it meant killing the mood you two had going on.

His hands shot up from under the blankets to attack your sides with tickles. You squealed and squirmed, but, in your effort to get away, ended up trapping his hand under the arm on which you were just perched.

Seeing an opportunity, Kyrell snuck his hand up into your armpit and managed to wrestle his way on top of you. His fingers danced over your skin, tapping and pressing all your sensitive areas while battling to avoid your flailing limbs. But, in his haste to straddle you to continue his tickle assault, his legs got wrapped up in the blankets, and eventually, he lost his balance when your leg swept to the side.

You took advantage of his momentary floundering and retaliated with fervor. Before he could defend himself, your hands were up under his shirt to press and squeeze his supple skin. Kyrell let out a shriek and tried to gator roll out of arm's reach.

Finally, with the sheets all in a tangle and the two of you out of breath from laughing and wrestling, you had him on his back with his hands pinned above his head on the pillow.

Your boyfriend gazed up at you, panting, but compliant. "Okay, okay. I admit defeat."

"I don't think that was a fair fight. It seemed like you gave up towards the end."

Kyrell gave a look of mock offense. "I would never. Look. I'm pinned. You won fair and square."

You laughed. "I'm not sure pinning the other person is the end goal of a tickle fight, but I'll take it. So," you cocked your head, "what do I win?"

"What would you like?" For being pinned and having supposedly 'lost,' Kyrell looked pretty pleased about his situation.

Still pinning his hands, you leaned down until you were just an inch away from his lips. "You're a pretty nice prize, Ky. Just like this." You emphasized your words by gripping his wrists tighter. When you finally pressed your lips to his, you felt his legs writhe underneath you and his back arched hungrily in an attempt to get closer to you. Yep, this was his goal all along. With one hand still holding his wrists, your other arm came down for support beside his head and you let yourself sink into the inviting warmth of Kyrell's body.

Perhaps it would be worth the effort to wake up before him more often.

[writtenbycleo]

point break | 최지호

★ 최지호 frat boy! choi jiho x reader

★ summary: what happens when your relationship with your best friend hits a critical point? do you think there's salvation or is it just time to let him go?

★ wc: 13.1k words

★ warnings: lowk angst, jiho is lowk toxic and possessive but its not the worst, alcohol consumption and smoking. they are both stupid and should talk it out

★ n/a: i have realized i find myself extremly entertaining. i love rereading my own fics i fear

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You turned on your bed, tossing your book onto the mattress as you turned to look at Minju, your roommate, who's currently typing away on her computer, cramming for the last test of exam seasons, meaning that after this week, you were free for all of the next month, you free to fool around all you wanted. 

“The guys are throwing an “end of first exams” party” you inform as you turn her chair around, earning yourself a groan from the girl. The guys in question were your friends, a bunch of “brothers” over at the Alpha Mu Omega frat, they were the most normal version you could get of them, but they were still frat boys, so while you really loved them, and they were the some of the nicest people you had known, they came with the added torture of having to go get your car washed by them and their half naked brothers, being forced to participate in their projects and attend their parties.

“You just want to go see Jiho,” she complains, and you don't even try to correct her. Right. 

Jiho.

He was your best friend, you had met in orientation when you asked Brian, one of his friends, where the secretary of student affairs, since you had trouble validating your high school diploma. He interrupted your conversation, and with the flirtiest tone a man could muster offered to lead you there. You had been warned of guys like him, pretty boys with the ego worthy of a Greek god, but when you saw him, you honestly couldn't care less. He pulled all the stops, trying to secure a place for his number in your contact list. You didn't budge, thanking him with the most awkward smile you could offer, before leaving him standing there, in the hallway. That only fueled his determination, since he seemed to infiltrate every aspect of your life. First it was discovering he was living on the same floor as you, much to your demise, then it was tagging along with your new friends, even if he wasn't in the same course. It was only a matter of time till you two actually became friends, leaving that weird tension behind. Or so you thought. Looks would last longer than needed, fleeting touches would linger, always seeming to find a way to be just the two of you. It seemed like everyone was aware of it but you two. 

It wasn't like you didn't find him handsome, and you would be lying if you said his personality wasn't attractive. But that was just Chejo, your best friend. By now, he had pulled countless all-nighters with you, cramming for finals, seen you in health and sickness, even that time you had to go to class with the flu since you couldn't afford to miss it, he was waiting there with mint tea, even if he had classes on the other side of campus. Simultaneously, you had seen him flirt with almost every other girl on campus, and held his hair as he threw up after their frat parties. And while your relationship had started with him trying to flirt with you, he did that with everyone! you weren't special, and you really hit it off as friends right after, so you tried to not let it get to your head. He was just being friendly. 

A knock on the door takes you out of your thoughts, and Minju goes to open the door, letting Kyrell and Siyun in. 

“We knew you got the invite and since you haven't responded yet, even if you left me on read this morning, we are here to inform you that you are coming,” Kyrell says, sitting beside you on the bed as Siyun sits on your desk chair besides your roommate, who looks confused to the max. 

“What are you even doing in the building? You don't even live here?” She said accusingly, and she was right. He lived in the building beside the econ building, the one that didn't have working elevators during the move-in week, which you remember every time you go up the stairs, forever scared of getting trapped in it. 

“Oh we were hanging out with Jiho, he's just getting you some drinks” he says, mocking tone at the last parts. You ignore his teasing, choosing to focus on the conversation Minju and Siyun are having about the new recruits of the frat, study long forgotten. 

It's a matter of time before Jiho lets himself in, making himself home “For the pretty lady” he says, handing you a dr. pepper, your favorite drink. He hands Minju a diet coke, before moving Kyrell from his place on your bed, just to sit beside you. 

“You are going, right?" He says as he settles down, his hand going to rest just behind you, his whole body turning to face you. 

“Where?” you say, playing dumb. He probably wouldn't find it funny that the others had invited you first, claiming it was his duty and right as your best friend to be the one to inform you. 

“To the initiation party, we have some new recruits you will like,” he says, stealing a sip from your drink.

“Any handsome one?” you joke, grabbing your can back, hands barely brushing. 

“Not more than me” he teases, winking.

“That's not that hard of a challenge, y'know" you retort, sticking your tongue out. 

“Common, no one is hotter than me” he jokes, flashing you a thousand watt smile, and you would never give him the satisfaction of agreeing with him, even if you were lying to yourself about it, his ego didn't need more stroking.

“I don't know, Keeho is pretty hot” You say a little too loud, gaining yourself the attention of the rest of the group, you fluster, suddenly ashamed about your out of pocket comment. 

“We heard he asked for your number the other day” Kyrell questions, making Minju exclaim a ‘girllllll’ as she looks at you, shocked about the news. 

“What did he want?” Jiho frowned, he couldn't understand why his frat president needed to talk to you, out of all people. The way he sat straighter, turning to look at you made the other boys let out a giggle.  

“It was nothing, just needed help for the last bake sale” you remind him “Needed extra hands, and I agreed”  

“I would give him all the hands he needs if you get what I mean” Minju comments from her corner, making you laugh as you agree with her.

“Why didn't you tell me?” there it was. While your friendship was strictly platonic, there always were these types of slips, of “what ifs”, of possessiveness over something you didn't own. The kind that makes your heart skip a beat, and your mind race when you try to go to sleep. 

“Common, Chejo. It wasn't a big deal” you say, pushing his shoulder slightly “You were busy with class, and he just needs extra help. It's not like any of you know how to actually bake” 

“Next time tell me” he says, although it comes out more like an order, and you know you better follow it if you want to keep the peace. 

“Okay..” you answer awkwardly, making eye contact with Siyun who stares at you with a raised eyebrow. You shrug. 

Later that night, as you are reading the last pages of your book while Minju doomscrools on her bed, you hear her say.

“Its not normal for him to be jealous of you interacting with his friends” 

“Its Jiho, he's just like that”

“He’s not like that with any of his other girl friends,” 

“Well we are best friends”

“Best friends don't do that either” she says, plugging her phone into the charger “just think about it” and with that, she clocked out for the day. She turns around, facing the wall as she goes to sleep, a sleepy goodnight leaves her lips to which you hum in return, too occupied trying to shush your running thoughts about a certain boy with the last pages of your book. 

You liked Wednesdays because it meant having lunch with Hana, Brian's girlfriend. You weren't the closest of friends but you very much got along, even going as far as considering her part of your little group. 

As you finish your lunch, varying between class assignments and fraternity events, it seemed like you two were honorary members, with how often you ended up merged in their schemes. 

“I don't know how to decorate Brian’s cooler this year” she complains, resting her head on her hands “what are you doing for Jiho this year?” 

You choke on your food “What? I'm not decorating Jiho’s?” you say. Usually, that was a task given to their girlfriends, as a way of making them feel included in their world and traditions.

“Oh but last year you made that design, I thought you would do something new this year?” 

Right. Last year, during a hangout at his dorm you had doodled on it. You didn't think a shitty neo tribal and a monster sticker was in pair with the master pieces the other girls had done, led lights included, nor were you trying to replicate your one time masterpiece.

“That was just a dumb thing. I'm not making him a frat cooler” you say, maybe a little meaner that intended “It’s not like that between me and Chejo” 

“Oh” she lets out, “I'm sorry, I just assumed” 

“Don't worry, we get that a lot” you laugh it off. She laughs along still, confused, but the conversation shifts on what she was planning to do on the cooler this year, and just for once, you let yourself think about how cool (pun intended) it would be to do that for someone. Maybe you should try to get back into the dating scene. 

Baking sales meant chaos on the frat house, and for once, you were actually thankful none of your friends had chosen the option to live there. 

If there was one thing you considered worse than lab days, was having to organize a bake sale for a fraternity. You weren't even a part of it, but had gotten yourself involved with way too many brothers for you to go scat free during fundraiser week. It always had been a tradition for your uni to have a month for the sororities and fraternities to come along and have charity events, all profits headed towards diverse local causes. A noble initiative from your college. But what is Greek life without a little friendly competition? So soon it turned into which siblinghood could raise the most money, and then into what punishment would the loser get. Every year they get rowdier with bigger events, and even bigger donations. This time, you had been recruited with the task of forcing the newer members of your little Greek brotherhood that you didn't sign up for to make a short ton of cookies to sell. So with Mackiah, Seungmo, Soul and Jongseob in tow, you start the tedious task of baking, trying to prevent the dough from vanishing into thin air and one of them dying from salmonella poisoning. 

After a few tortuous hours, you finally get to join the older ones outside, all with different levels of tiredness from finishing their respective chores for the day. They are sitting around the faux bonfire, drinking and having a quiet chat. 

"There she is," Jiho says, smiling widely as he pats the space beside him, and you don't doubt he saved it specially for you. "We still have all four of them, right?" He teases, knowing how rowdy the younger boys could get, as he passes you his beer bottle. 

You nod, deciding to listen to the conversation, overstimulated after the yapping marathon you had just survived. Between Mackiah and Jongseob, you didn't know who spoke the most but damn it seemed like no one could keep up with both of them. 

"You are not dying your hair blonde, Brian" his girlfriend complains from her place on his lap, her hands playing with the dark strands of his natural hair, as she argued against the bleach. 

"Oh common, we all are doing it!" Kyrell argued from across the place. 

"You all are doing what?" You ask, lost on what they were talking about. 

"We all are bleaching our hair if we lose this year's comp." Jiho explains, using the moment to put his arm around you "Would you still love me if i was bleach blonde?" He asks, in his best damsel in distress voice. That action, and the way he looked at you, a certain fondness everyone but you seemed to notice, caught the attention of your respective roommates, who decided that this was more interesting than the lovers quarrel happening beside them. 

"Ew no, I don't like blondes" you say, faking disgust. 

"Wasn't your ex blonde?" Minju comments from a distance, clearly enjoying throwing wood to the fire as she smiles mockingly, taking a sip of her drink. 

"I don't see how that's relevant" you say, faking nonchalance as you steal Jiho’s beer again, taking another sip. You don't miss the way he analyzes your face, as if trying to find a sign of it to be a joke, any sign that it meant more. 

 "Oh so there are exceptions?" He teases, clearly enjoying your flustered state. You hadn't expected Minju to pull that card out, that traitor. 

"Sometimes. When I deem them worthy" you answer, trying to keep up with his teasing tone, even wiping your lip with your thumb, not missing the way his eyes fixate on the movement. 

"Oh I would make it so worth it" he mumbles. Almost a whisper. Like a confession. And you react the most logical way.

Pushing his shoulder and telling him he is so funny. And you miss how the collective of people around the bonfire mentally face palm at another failed attempt of getting you two together.

If there was something no one warned you about having a friend group of mostly young men was the amount of dumb bullshit you had to witness. Sure, sometimes it was actually necessary things they dumbed down, like the time they tried get a couch onto the third floor, failing miserably in diverse tries, but sometimes, like today, you had to worry if they were just really stupid, cause none of them told you why they thought setting up a what basically was log rolling as a fund raiser was a good idea. Not all of them were participating, seemingly some of them were aware of the mortality of their own bodies, but your favorite one seemed to be lacking that update. 

You would have liked to be able to say that your boys weren't the ones doing the fighting, that they were smart and were sitting beside you, drinking and laughing as bodies hit the water under them, but no. You see Jiho and Mackiah, the newest of the bunch, climb onto the log and grab their weapons, you can't help but let out a disappointed sigh from your place in the shadows.

You see how they pick and choose which pairing would go next, going around and collecting bets that were placed in favor of, and you reluctantly put ten for Jiho. You weren't willing to listen to his whining if he heard about how you bet against him, even if you did think Mackiah had the upper hand in this one. As they stand on the now wet log, you can't help but let your eyes wander over the older boy. You knew he had been working out, and had seen some of the results of it over time, sometimes when he ‘accidentally’ sent you gym pics, sometimes when he just existed, even if you would have to be waterboarded for you to accept checking him out. But now, under this pretext, you can let your eyes shamelessly wander over his figure, wet shirt sticking over his chest, highlighting his efforts. Blow goes blow comes, and you have to admit they lasted way longer than one would think. In a sudden move, Jiho gets the upper hand in a swift hit to the other knee, successfully taking the other boy down. Sadly, his victory is short lived, as in the way down, Mackiah hits his face with the end of the pole, bringing him down with him.

You wince when he hits the bottom of the pool, relieved once he pops back up, laughing and high fiving the younger. Moments later, you have both of them towering over you, droplets falling on your legs as they chatter excitedly, the adrenaline still rushing in them. 

"You are bleeding," you inform Jiho, squinting your eyes as you try to focus on his face. He has a small cut on his cheek, where the younger boy had hit him. He raises his hand, lightly wincing at the touch. "You have to get that cleaned"

"Come with me?" You sigh, getting up, you needed a drink refill anyway. You head inside the frat house, a way too pretty of a building for it to be doomed in enormous parties and constant chaos. He leads you to the main bathroom, where the first aid kit lived, plenty stocked to survive the men that occupied the house. He sits on the countertop, waiting for you to grab the iodine. 

It's a pretty shallow cut, but you still wanted to make sure it was properly taken care of, and if you left them to their devices they would a hundred percent just pour vodka on it and call it a day. You use a cotton ball, trying to ignore the closeness and his wandering eyes. 

“You should be more careful” You say, trying to cut the tension that has fallen between the two of you. 

“How else would I get to be treated with my favorite nurse” he teases, smiling. His hands make their way onto your waist, something more common in your relationship that you would ever admit. 

“Hanging out with me shouldn't be your self harm goal” you say, as you feel his hands move to the hem of your shorts, resting on top of the pockets. Way too comfortable of a move from your so alleged bestie. 

“If it gets you this concerned over me, it's worthy” He mumbles, and you could feel his breath against your lips. Again, something that you would ever admit to your friends that happened. 

“Next time I hope you break your nose” you joke, pressing an iodine wet pad to his wound, making him wince and squeeze your waist ever so slightly, "I'm not crowdfunding a nose job once you finally get what's coming for you”

“Common, I don't think any of them has it in them” he says, referring to the guys in his frat and the innate ability they had of organizing more dangerous activities they possibly could. 

“I highly doubt it will be any of them” you comment. “You probably will just flirt with the wrong girl and get your ass handed back to you.” 

“Dont think so” he says, making eye contact “I already have my eyes on a girl”

You don't even answer, deciding the smart thing to do was ignore his comment, throwing the used cotton. That answer had settled a small doubt in your mind, but you won't worry about it right now, way more interested in not falling to your desire for the boy in front of you.

“As good as new” you tell him, his hands leaving a quick squeeze to your waist before standing up, closing the space between you two even more. 

“Thanks pretty,” he says pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “We should get back before they get the wrong idea"

You thought frat car washes were something that only happened in movies. That there was no way someone would trust a bunch of boys with their cars. But after being quoted around fifty bucks for the simplest package at the only establishment in town, you realized that maybe the frat wasn't that bad, even less when you actually knew the guys, and would probably get the job done without wasting a cent on it. 

You pull up in your car. A second hand beauty that you had gotten after working your ass off for a few summers working diverse jobs. You loved it, loving having a physical reminder of all the hard work you did. Since you loved it so much, you were starting to regret your place of choice since as you drive in, you see Intak and Mackiah trying to dry a poor car using a very wet Seungmo as a towel, sliding him around the car, much to his complaints. 

Before you can turn and bolt out of the place, you hear a knock on the passenger side window. 

“Is there anything I can do for the pretty lady?” Jiho asks as you open the window, leaning against the door. 

“Let her leave?” you half joke, now contemplating if saving those fifty dollars was worth sacrificing your car’s integrity.

“I don't think so” he teases “I like the view way too much to let go that easily” he winks, making you rethink just how bad you wanted to throw that goddamn sponge at him.

He walks around the car, opening the car for you like the gentleman he is, and opens the door, you take a minute admiring the view of him, in jean shorts and a slightly wet tanktop. God, you weren't the strongest soldier. 

You hand him the keys to your car, getting out, not before threatening his physical integrity if something happened to your baby, to which he had the completely platonic answer of “as long as you do it, I probably will love it” with the nastiest smile a man could muster. You were starting to get why Minju insisted it wasn't a normal best friend relationship.

You sit at the table that was working as the cash register, where keeho and kamden, the frat vice president, were in charge of the money. You sit besides them, chatting about midterms and professors for the next semester. After enough time has passed to have you sweating your ass off under the afternoon sun, you offer to go get some beverages from inside. 

As you head back, coke cans in tow, you are intersected by a taller man. You knew him, Sion from Nu Xi Tau frat, or something like that. Your relationship, although you wouldn't even call it that, was barely existing, having played one game of beerpong at a party and just cordially greeted each other ever since.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you around in calculus?" He asks, smiling as friendly as ever, clearly not noticing your freezing hands from the contact with the aluminum.

"Oh yeah, I have been cramming for exams and I just... forgot about attendance," you joke, gesturing with your hands.

"Well if you need anything just send me a text. I can lend you my notes if you want to"

"That would be awesome, just let me..." you say, balancing the cans on one hand as you pull your phone out of your pocket, opening your contacts for him to input his number.

A wave of water falls upon you. Well mostly on Sion, but you still got your fair share.

Weird, since it was the sunniest day of the year, and rain didn't fall like a bucket being emptied on you. And there you see it. Your very own Poseidon, since it seemed like he could control water now, jogging towards you.

"Sorry about that" Jiho says, with the same smile reserved for trying to buy time, to get out of trouble, shaking his head to get the water out of his hair.. "Brian tried to get me wet but it seems like he missed" he adds, earning himself a 'that's a lie' from the older boy in the background, which he promptly ignores. 

You have no time to answer before he basically does it himself "Let me help you with that. It was nice seeing you too" he tells Sion, grabbing two of the cans of your hand, wasting no time to put his arm around you, pulling you with him to the security of his frat, where he knew no one would try to flirt with you.

"Saved by the bell, weren't you?" He comments, pulling you even closer, and you feel the water previously dripping off his clothes seep into your own, much to your disgust.

"You are making me wet, Chejo" you complain, trying to push him off.

"Oh I bet I could make you wetter" he murmurs, teasing tone in his voice, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you and shaking his head, maximizing the amount of droplets that fall onto you. After he's satisfied with the amount of water on your being, he resumes his path, his arm around your shoulder, dragging you along.  

It wasn't something new for him to be this touchy with you, but, for the first time, you realized how possessive it came off. Doing all of this in front of one of your university's most attractive guys, a single one at that, was an attitude you could only deem worthy of a male peacock. 

He drops you off at the checkout, once again with Kamden and Keeho, who seem thoroughly entertained with the blatant display of jealousy their friend had just put on, not wasting a minute. 

“Need a towel for that?” Kamden teases, cracking open the can with a mocking smile. 

“I can think of a few things they need and none of it is another piece of fabric…” Keeho comments, earning a loud laugh from Kamden and a slap to his arm from you. “Ouch! I didn't say anything that wasn't true.” 

“All of that for getting you drinks” you complain “Raise crows and they will peck your eyes out” 

You loved baking. Bake sales didn't have the same luck. Even less when the sellers were young men who had a bottomless appetite. Thank god you had been saved from being involved with the selling part, having done your little grain of sand a few days ago when you had baked a thousand cookies with the freshman, a number that had declined after these few days had passed, even if no sales had been made. Weird, huh?

Even if you had no plans of buying anything, already sick of the vanilla smell permeating everyone around you during the last few days, you dropped by, after all every one of your friends was tangled somehow in this.  

As you approach the table, you hear your name called by a girl, one you have seen around before, but have no idea who or why she was here, even less calling you over. 

“It's really nice to finally meet you!” she says, pulling you into a side hug, way too comfortable for someone you didn't know the name of. She was accompanied by Jiho, who received a questioning stare from you, only to respond by shrugging his shoulders, looking uncomfortable. Weird. 

“It's nice to meet you too…” you say, not even knowing her name, but she was acting as if you were the bestest of friends. You had always been a friendly person, but this was crossing over a line even with you. 

“I'm Nayeon, Jiho's project partner” She explains, shooting a complicit stare to Jiho, that looks like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. “He has talked so much about you, I wanted to meet the legend” 

She seems like a really nice girl, and you can't help but feel really bad about finding her so annoying. Also what was she going on about, and why were you implicated in it was a mystery to you

“Oh, I didn't know he had a new project” you say, weirded out about him not telling you about her or the project. Why was he keeping other girls a secret now? and why wasn't he telling you about the projects he had? He always showed you the things he was working on, why was it now that it was with her, the time he didn't? “It was nice seeing you two, but I have to get to my next class” you say, setting free from her grip. 

“Let me walk you there” Jiho shoots up. Oh so now he can talk. 

“There's no need, I'm taking Hana with me so you will need the extra hands” you say, waving to the girl who has been handling the sells since this morning, having shot you a text to come free her, and you complied like a good friend “And I wouldn't want to cut short your hangout, it was really nice meeting you, Nayeon” 

You greet them goodbye, escaping the hectic stand with your tired friend, who is complaining about the boys and the lack of help from her boyfriend, something you barely pay attention to, consumed by your thoughts on why he seemed so uncomfortable with Nayeon meeting you, as if almost ashamed. 

Jiho had been acting weird the last few days. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what about him was off, but everyone could tell. The confirmation had come in your roommate asking if he had finally confessed and if your rejection was the reason why he wasn't dropping by as often as he did before, something that had been bothering but were too afraid to confess. You had periods of time where you both were distanced, usually around exam season, but never had it been like this. If you spoke to him or texted him he would answer, but he never initiated, and it seemed like he was always busy when you proposed a plan to do. 

You couldn't have chosen a worse time for you to have fought, even if it couldn't be considered a fight. You were expected to attend every event they had been doing, and you hadn't cussed having the same friend group as much as now. 

You arrive with Minju, hours earlier than the starting time of the dance-a-thon. You decide to stick with her, hanging out with Siyun and Kyrell instead of going straight to Jiho, whose stare you can feel burning your side. 

You spend the evening with the other guys, helping set up the participants, trying to maintain your mind occupied from the boy that was currently ignoring you. That was the conclusion you had come to, since once Nayeon had arrived, he had wasted no time tagging along her side, even if he had been too occupied to come to greet you earlier that night. 

You should be having a great time, dancing along with your friends and laughing at the try-hards on the dance floor, not trying to make sense of why your best friend suddenly hates you.  After spending a few songs, you decide to go sit down. 

You settle down on the tables set on the sidelines, wasting no time in snapping a few photos of Kamden, who's now occupying the role of DJ. 

“Enjoying the night?” you could recognize that voice anywhere, and probably would have killed to hear it during the past weeks, but honestly, right now, it only soured your mood. 

“Something like that,” you answer, as he sits beside you. 

“We haven't seen each other in a while” you wanted to sucker punch him. The audacity of the man was unbelievable, after having basically ignored you for weeks he acted like nothing happened. 

“Yeah, just have been busy” lies. He had just found a replacement for you, another pretty girl that would have his attention for the year and you would be forgotten to dust, because at the end of the day he was your best friend, while to him, you just were another girl he was trying to get in his bed. 

“We have to fix that,” he says teasing, and you can feel the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, “Care to give me a dance?” he asks, extending his hand as an invitation

“Later” you say, rejecting him, and in your attempt to hide your tears you miss the way his face falls “i need to go to the bathroom” 

You left him sitting there, and you hope he feels an ounce of the abandonment you felt the last weeks. You move across the different tables, finally reaching the frat house and locking yourself to the first bathroom you can find. You don't know why you are crying, it has never hurt like this. Did it hurt because he never saw you as just a friend, always having his personal scheme, or did it hurt because he was moving on?

After a short cry session and trying to fix your face, you decide to be mature with it, grab the bulls by the horns, and go dance with him, just to get close enough to have an actual talk with him. 

You come back to the dance floor, Theo having replaced Kamden in the booth, the music now more lively, more people on the dance floor. You stand by the side, searching for the cause of your pain. 

And then you see him, dancing with Nayeon, laughing as he spins her around. It reminds you of you two last year, dancing at the same event, hell even the same place. Maybe it was a rite, maybe next year she would be in your place, realizing that he just never saw her as a friend, never actually liked her, seen her behind a quick fuck. Never wanted her for anything else than a notch on his belt. Or maybe she would have better luck, getting to be her girlfriend. 

You send a quick text to your roommate, inventing some poor excuse before leaving the party, deciding to take the long way home. 

You didn't like dancing that much anyway. You just did it to be with him.

He didn't know what was happening with you two. He had made it clear in different instances about how he felt about you, how you weren't just friends anymore, and how it has always been like that.

You never were just friends, but never had crossed the friendship line either, being stuck in the middle, in a limbo. Sure, you were the most beautiful girl in his eyes, but you were his best friend. He liked being with you not only for the visuals, but because he loved the banter, your playful side, your personality, you. He had resigned himself to the role of your best friend, much to his pain, but lately, it had become way more harder to pretend he didn't like, hell, even love you, and didn't want to be more than being friends with you. That stunt he pulled with Sion, whom he apologized to later that day, had been a wake up call. People could perceive you, you weren't a product of his imagination confined to his friend group. You were a pretty girl, a smart student and a good  friend, it was a matter of time for someone to want to shoot their shot with you. 

He was scared. Being honest, while he always made his appreciation of your beauty known to literally everyone around him, he was terrified of the prospect of ruining everything with you. On one hand, you could reciprocate his feelings, and you two could date and everything would be rainbows and sunshine. On the other hand, you could not like him, you probably didn't like him like that, and hate him for the rest of your life, since he would have crossed the very thin line that kept your friendship from blowing over. Yet, he had to think fast, since it was a matter of time for your relationship to still be peaceful, a matter of time for you to find someone else, someone that would occupy the spot he longed for. 

Amidst all of this inner dilemma, an angel fell from heaven. Nayeon. A girl completely oblivious to the situation. Someone who would give him the best of both worlds in his problem: an outside opinion and a girl perspective. Thankfully, she seemed like she loved the idea of playing cupid, already excited at the prospect of setting up a couple so expected by everyone (read: his fraternity). 

She probably was the person that was more honest with him. From her perspective, you both should take distance from each other, giving him space to help him realize if he really liked you or was it just an infatuation, but deep down, he already knew the answer. 

Following her advice seemed like the logical thing to do, but once he's looking around for you, to cash in that dance you owe him, only for him to be informed you left by Keeho of all people, not even wasting your time on letting him know you weren't feeling well in person, he can't help but feel that maybe everything was ruined. 

You like partying. You weren't the craziest of the party girls, but you liked to go out a few times a month. Dressing pretty, pregaming with the boys, dancing until your feet ached and after parties with cold pizza were things that formed part of your friend group weekly routine. You had been able to escape the club scene under the pretense of home sickness, but there was no way any of your friends would let you not attend one of their parties. So sadly, you got clad in your pretty dress and boots, and headed there. 

“Cheer up! you haven't gotten out in a while,” Minju says, and she's right, succumbing yourself to studying way easier than subjecting yourself to missing a boy. “Maybe Jiho will be here” she adds, trying to cheer you up.

God, you wanted to cry. You couldn't even remember the last time you had spoken with the boy, and yet everyone seemed hellbent on reminding you that you didn't know what had pulled him away, or who. 

You arrive at the party, and it's a question of seconds before finding your friend group. It's not like it's a hard thing, given that most of them are built like titans. You greet everyone, but suddenly you feel an arm around you. You were hating this night. 

“Hi Chejo” you greet him as if everything was fine, and while he would love to believe that, he wasn't dumb, he could tell by your tone that something was upsetting you.

“Hi pretty, we all missed you last weekend” Yeah, when they had gone clubbing. You had decided rewatching beetlejuice while eating ice cream was a way better plan. “ Some more than others” 

You laugh at his comment. “Tell Seungmo I missed him too” you joke about one of the younger members that had been adopted by your friend group, you had gotten along just fine, and had even hung out on campus sometimes. He was like a little brother to you. 

“Not him who I'm talking about” he answers, fake annoyance in his tone. 

You chat for a few minutes, catching each other up on what your lives were, making your stomach churn. Were all your future interactions going to be like this? with someone that you used to know? you can't think of an answer to that question before he leaves under the pretense of getting you a drink, almost as quickly as he had come. 

Five minutes pass, then twenty. You are sure it's been half an hour when you decide to go search for him. You find him with her, and some people you assume are her friends. As you approach, you hear it. ‘You are so funny Chejo’ Nayeon says mid laugh, hitting his shoulder, and the ‘Don't call me that, I don' t like it’ he doesn't waste a minute in answering. 

Since when did he not like that nickname? and most importantly, why was she calling him the nickname you gave him. You couldn't think of any person whom you had a relationship with that called him Chejo. And he didn't like it. And he never told you.

You turn around on your heels, darting out of the kitchen. You know why it affects you so much to hear he doesn't like the nickname. That he didn't tell you. Suddenly, every little interaction feels like a big ploy to get you to fall for him, and now that he got bored he moved on. And you are hurt, because that was once your best friend. And you liked him. 

You walk aimlessly, ending up in the backyard. You don't even know how you got there, but once you see Mackiah sitting there, smoking what you hope it's a cigarette, you make a beeline for him. 

“Looking rough” he comments as you sit beside him, and he's kind enough to offer a drag of his cigarette. You waste no time, snatching it out of his hand. 

“Dont even get me started” you say, exhaling the smoke while staring at the sky. It was a pretty night, almost beautiful enough to make you forget the tears about to fall. 

“Wanna talk about it?” He asks, taking the cigarette from your hand to take a drag himself. 

You shake your head, grabbing the cigarette back from him “Tell me about your frat experience” you ask, not wanting to even think about the boy plaguing your thoughts.  

You stay there, hearing him talk about how he decided to go to this uni, his relationship with the boys, the girl waiting for him back home. You smile as he tells you about her, about how she was the prettiest he had ever seen, that doesn't mean you weren't pretty, but you get what he means. You laugh at his nervousness of offending you, palming his back as a sign of understanding. 

“Wasn’t me beating your ass at the logs enough that you need to come flirt with my girl?” Jiho says, sitting beside you. Where had he come from you had no idea, and honestly, right now, you couldn't even care less, just thinking of a way to escape from his presence. “Sorry for the delay” he says, handing you a beer bottle. 

“Took you long enough,” you say, grabbing the peace offering, and with that, Mackiah decides to make a run for it “And I’m not your girl” 

“Common, you know what i mean” he says, a teasing smile on his face. a sight you usually found undeniably attractive now making your stomach churn. 

“No, Jiho. I don't know.” you say, setting the barely drank beer on the floor beside you “I don't know why I am ‘your girl’ while you still can go flirt with whoever you want”

“Its not like that” 

“Oh but it is”  you say, now even more annoyed by how he tried to shift the narrative. “First Sion, then Mackiah. All while you can go flirt with every girl on campus” 

“Oh common, it doesn't mean anything. You will always be my favorite one” He jokes, and after the fact is over, he wishes he could have taken you seriously, realizing that this was really an insecurity to you, something he should have taken into account, not mocked in front of you. 

“You are right, it doesn't mean anything” you say, getting up. You should have known this conversation was going to go nowhere. At the end of the day, you had been warned of guys like this. And how you wished that you were wrong. 

“Don't go. You know I didn't mean it like that” he says, following after you. How fast could you go? He felt like he was running a marathon.

“You never mean it like that, and maybe that's the problem” you say, trying so hard not to cry in front of him. 

“What does that even mean? Just calm down, we can talk about this like adults.”

“Like adults I'm telling you, I'm not going to ruin this to be another one of your girls.”

“That's not what I want with you, you are not understanding me” 

“Is Nayeon not enough?” you couldn't help the words as they left your mouth, and you regretted asking, not wanting to know the answer. You didn't want to know if now, now that he had gotten bored of you, Nayeon would get the first place. Would she get to do the bake sales, the designated extra chair in his dorm, the company while she studies? will she replace you, now forgotten in the frat, because once she is the official one, why would you still be around? 

“What? It's not like that with her," he says, desperate. He can feel you slipping through his fingers, and is afraid of what might happen if he lets go of you completely. 

“And it's not like that with her, and it's not like that with me” you say, now full on sobbing. And god how humiliating it was, to be crying in the backyard of a frat party, because you got your heart broken by a stupid frat boy. How cliché. “Because at the end of the day it wasn't like that, and I'm the stupid one to think you weren't exactly what they warned me about”

Jiho doesn't think anything in his life had hurt as much as that moment, and he had his fair share of injuries. Just last week he got hit by a ball dropping from the second story of the house and had to spend the afternoon in the ER. Or that time he broke his collarbone playing basketball when he was fourteen. Even that hurts less than hearing you say those words. 

He knew he was playing with fire, acting like nothing was happening between you too. He should have known his luck wouldn't run that far to leave you hanging around, waiting for him to come back with your drinks. He knew his luck was starting to stretch thin when he made that snarky comment to Mackiah, who now reflects upon it as just trying to make you feel better. His luck had started to tear up when the words ‘it’s not like that’ left his mouth. 

He didn't know why he acted like this with you, he had his chance, he had made it known from the beginning what he wanted from you. He didn't get it, he was able to see past that, to be around you just as a friend, great! but why couldn't he act normal around you?

Why couldn't he tolerate the idea of other men simply existing around you. He knew Sion probably didn't like you, or at least that's what he confirmed once Nayeon told him he had a boyfriend, Riku, who he loved very much. He knew Mackiah didn't even think about it, he barely registered you as a woman with how hung up he was over his girlfriend back home. So why did it matter so much that you gave them attention once in a while? 

He knew the answer. He missed you. He knew you were avoiding hanging out with the group because you didn't want to see him. There was no way you really were homesick and decided to stay alone in the sad dorm room you hated, instead of going to hangout with your friend group. He knew there was no way you would leave a dance a ton early, even if you didn't dance you loved to see the last man standing, finding their adrenaline/ red bull fuelled dancing entertaining, he stills remember last year's.

You had danced with him most of the night, saying you only liked doing it with people who made it worthy, and he swears that's the closest feeling to heaven on earth a man can have. He still can picture your pretty face, colored by the light's reflection, and the way he wanted to kiss you, when you put your arms around his neck, dramatically singing along to whatever song was playing. He really should have kissed you, back then, and told you about how he felt. And maybe now he wouldn't have to see you go, this time I'm not sure there will be a next time, a next chance to see you again, at least not like this, as if you still loved him.

He had kept you in the dark so long of his true feelings, hell, he himself had been in the dark about them for the longest time, or maybe just the time that it takes to realize that it's no longer an infatuation, that it has become something more but he had sealed his fate. Had he talked about it, maybe you would have given him a chance. Or maybe you would have forgiven him. But he was stubborn. 

And now he ruined everything.

You hoped he had followed after you, to explain what he meant when he said it wasn't like that, to fix everything. To tell you that it had meant something and that you weren't just another one of his girls. But of course, he didn't. And you had never felt stupider. 

You walked all the way to the dorms, not even bothering to tell your friends you left, not wanting to receive an interrogation on what happened, even if by now they probably knew, now finding the show you put on lowkey embarrassing, even more knowing it probably spread like wildfire. 

You barely bother getting out of your outfit, not even trying to take off your makeup, the heartache too big for you to feel like a functioning human being. 

You liked Jiho. And it had taken you to realize he was a dick for you to accept the feelings. You didn't know what hurt most, if the version you loved of him not existing anymore or the act of losing your best friend. There was no way you were going back after this. Your relationship would never be the same. And that only makes you sob harder, burying your face in the pillow, now stained with mascara and leftover glitter. 

Minju: I heard what happened, I'm coming home.

You heard the notification enter, and you hoped it was him, that he was going to magically fix this. But you had to stop believing in fairy tales, that your prince charming wouldn't come. This was reality, where he already had a new girl in mind, and you were left in the past. This was reality, where maybe, you were waiting for the wrong thing, and maybe your prince charming was your friend lending you a shoulder to cry on, letting you curse and cry to the boy. It was the same friend who took off your makeup, and let you sleep on her bed with her. No one died from a broken heart, and Minju would make sure you weren't the first one.

You had been better, but you also had been worse. It had been some days from the party, and you were now ready to face the sun, the life outside your fugly dorm room. You had cried your heart out, cussed his entire bloodline, and had gotten the respective messages from your friend group calling him a dickhead. Which you agreed with, but didn't want them to get involved in something that wasn't their business. 

You had decided to not attend the rest of the fraternity events, at least for the time being. While your friends complained, they understood where you were coming from, the wound was too new for it to not be painful. So today, while all of your friends got together for the faux drive in cinema the frat set up, you were staying in, a new book to start reading, and a baked pastry, courtesy of Brian, who felt bad enough of being the cause of your pain, even if you explained to him that you would have met the real culprit one way or another, he still felt slightly guilty about it. 

Just as you finish the first chapter, the phone rings. It's Kamden, and you find it odd for him to be calling, not only you weren't that close, you were sure by now they probably should have started the movie. 

“Hi Kamden, did something happen?” it was awkward to say the least. While you knew the boy and was a part of  your friend group, you weren't close enough for a call from him to be anything other than an emergency.

“Our hdmi cable stopped working, Minju says you two have one connected to the tv, is there a chance we can borrow it from the night?” he asks, hurriedly. So fast that you had trouble even understanding him, but alas, you got the message. 

“Yeah, do you want me to drive there?” Even if you were purposely not attending, you missed the guys, not having some of them since the divorce (as they had started to call it) happened. 

“No need, you can just give it to Jiho, he's still at his dorm” Oh. You were not ready to face him, but hearing his worried tone made you feel bad. Kamden had been in charge of this thing for the last months, and was probably about to rip his hair out. You could be a big girl and face your fears, but he owed you a big one for this. 

“Y/n? Are you still there?”

“Yeah yeah, I can give it to him."

Kamden was going to kill him. He had gotten hung up with Nayeon working on the sample and now was running late for movie night. He was supposed to be there like twenty minutes ago, and just now he was finally going to head there. He was about to be murdered.

While he finishes tying his shoes, his mind can't help but drift to you. To that night in specific. And the things you said. Were you wrong about the things you said? He liked to think he wasn't like that, he wasn't the poster child for an emotionally stunted frat boy, but was that the truth? at the end of the day what had he done if not lead you on. He hoped you were there tonight. You hadn't been in the last few hangouts, and everyone acted like it was the most common thing in the world. He felt like he was going crazy, having to get updates of you from the guys, who only answered a meek ‘better’ or ‘fine’, at least they answered. Minju had told him it was none of his business and to ask you himself if he wanted to know that bad. He didn't. Because you were right. At the end of the day, he was a coward. 

He hears a knock on the door, maybe Nayeon forgot her books again, he was sure he would have lost her head by now if it wasn't attached to her neck.

“You didn't leave anything here, Nayeon. You should check the library…” he says as he opens the door, stopping mid sentence, shocked. 

You.

 Standing there. 

He had to blink twice to see if it wasn't a hallucination. He wasn't sure you were real up until now.

“Y/n…” he says your name as if afraid that once he finishes it you will disappear. 

“Hi Jiho.” you say, and he winces internally. He wasn't Jiho, not to you at least. “Didn't Kamden tell you i was dropping by?” you ask. 

“No, no he didn't. More like I didn't check. I'm about to head there.” he over explains signaling to his abandoned phone on the bed, nervousness exuding from every pore in his being “Why are you here? Do you need a ride?” he asks, and he hopes you don't think he doesn't want you here.

“No. I'm not going.” you say, curtly, and you can see how disappointed he is about that piece of information. “I just came to give you a cable, it seems like the one they had burnt out.” you add, handing him the cable, and attempting a fast escape turning on your heels to go back to the comfort of your dorm. 

“Are you sure? we are watching Ghostbusters…” he tries to convince you, even if he knows it's a futile attempt. You disregard his try, waving him goodbye while you say next time, even if he's not sure there will be one. He watches you disappear down the hall. Yeah, he fucked up everything .

The whole drive there, Jiho can't get you out of his mind. The way you talked to him, your face, your expression to be more specific. The way you looked at him, he had seen it before. Reserved to people who annoyed you, like the guy who mansplained the class you passed with flying colors that he was retaking. It wasn't a look he had gotten ever from you. And it scared him. 

He couldn't get it out of his mind. Not when he arrived at the vacant lot they had occupied for the event, not when he was occupied with ticketing. Not when the movie had started, and he settled beside Brian and Hana, who was cuddled up against her boyfriend once the movie had started and everyone could finally breathe again. 

He finds himself admiring the couple as they are fixated on the movie. He feels a pang of jealousy, had you come, had everything been fine, that could be you beside him. Had he not been the stupidest man alive he could be dating you today, or at least still be your friend. 

“You have to get your act together man.” he hears the older male say beside him, once the guy registers the trance his friend is in. 

“Huh?” 

“With y/n. She likes you. You like her. It's that simple.” The male says, and Jiho can't help but wonder if his friend is lowkey stupid. It never was that simple. 

“I wish it was. I screwed everything up” 

“That you did. That doesn't mean it's beyond salvation.” Brian says, accommodating himself better without bothering Hana too much before adding “Talk with her. If you truly feel what you told us, telling her shouldn't be that hard. Or at least won't be as hard as losing her.” 

He hums, he was afraid his friend was right. You two had a pending chat. But now, did he still have a chance on making everything right, on having you forgive him?

Have you always been this hard to catch? Jiho felt like you had stopped existing, transcending into the dream plane, a concept that everyone knew but no one could see. How had you gone from seeing you in every corner of his life to always just missing you. Why were the answers to your location ‘oh she was just here’, she just left or she's coming later. Were you playing a joke on him?

He had tried to find you casually, not to ambush you in your own dorm. He didn't think you would answer his texts if he asked for a chance to speak, deciding that finding you casually was a better way to go. Or maybe he was just afraid that you would just tell him not to contact you anymore, and pushing the rejection until he saw you in person seemed like the easier thing to do. 

He tried to give you space. For the last time he asked about you, it seemed like you really were doing better, and he hoped talking with him wouldn't ruin that for you. At the end of the day, he was scared too. He preferred for you to be mad at him for the idea of living without you. He could lose you now or lose you later, the later part being more permanent. Now, he could try to ignore it, and you would be back to the group, the only difference would be the distance within you. Or you could talk now, fight, and possibly never make up. He didn't know what was worse. He didn't think there was an universe where you would forgive him. 

His inner monologue was interrupted when the elevator doors opened. He was heading to his dorm after hanging out with Kyrell and Seungmo. They had been no great help when talking about his dilemma, but at least they had let him pour his heart out, even if the younger one didn't refrain from rolling his eyes once at the sheer love sickness. 

As the doors slid open he couldn't believe his luck. You are standing there, looking as pretty as ever. He can't decide if this will be a good or a bad thing in the long run, but for now he feels like the luckiest guy alive, to be graced with your presence. You look like an angel fell from heaven as you enter, standing awkwardly beside him. 

“Hey” you greet him, after all, you still had a few minutes to ride in the slowest elevator known to mankind, and you'd try to make it as pleasant as possible.

“Hi” he says back, and you can feel his eyes bore into the side of your face. He was staring intently, as if trying to check if you were real, and standing beside him.

“Were you with Kyrell?" you asked, already knowing the answer. No one would willingly hang out in this building unless they had a reason, or someone, to be here. 

“Yeah, I hung out with him and Seungmo” he says. “You?” 

“I was studying with a friend from algorithms,” you say. Right, Brian had told him you and Hana were entering the final line for most of your projects. He tried so hard to ask who was the lucky guy, but he wasn't on grounds to make jealousy statements. 

Just as he's about to say something, the words die in his mouth. The elevator shakes, deciding to stop in between the two floors. You should have known better than to take the elevator. Everyone knew it got stuck like once a week, why did you think it wouldn't happen to you at some point. Dammit, survivor bias. 

You nervously pressed the buttons, seeing if you could get a reaction from the damned appliance. With no avail, the creature didn't budge. “Shit” you say, banging your head against the wall. He stares at you, shocked, as you regain compassion, pressing the SOS button as you slid down the wall, sitting on the floor. 

“There’s no signal” you groan, trying to call whoever it was you were with earlier, much to his annoyance. It's not like he was any different, phoning Kyrell. 

“They will get us out of here” he tries to calm your nerves (and his), sitting on the opposite side from you, resting his legs right beside yours. 

You stare at him, annoyed stared on your face. And he feels bad for finding it as beautiful as you always were to him, even when you were pissed at him. Maybe the lack of your presence in his life only made simple acts like breathing around you even harder.

“I was hoping to run into you” he says, trying to put a nonchalant facade to hide the hurt on his voice. “We have a conversation pending” 

“There's nothing we have to talk about, Jiho” you spit out. You should have brought your earphones, a book, hell, even your calculus homework, anything to keep you away from giving in to the man. 

“Yeah, we do. Because I couldn't explain myself the other day, and I hurt you. I'm sorry about that.” he says, honestly. “And maybe, I was hoping you would just hear me out. Because even if I am exactly like that, I'm selfish. and I couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of losing you. So please, hear me out. You don't have to stay after, but just let me try.”

You listen to his ramble, not like you had any other option, and you find yourself weighing the options. You could say no. Probably have him ramble anyway, since there's nothing else to do in this fuckass elevator, and get out and go with your life. Only that you probably wouldn't, you would run into him all the time, and the only fixture to that would be moving dorms and getting a new friend group, a completely unreasonable solution. The other option was to hear him out, and maybe there was a small chance of salvaging whatever piece of your friendship stayed there. How you hated being a rational person. 

“Go on” you say, sitting straighter under his expecting stare, after all, you always had a hard time saying no to him anyway.

“When I say I didn't mean it like that, I didn't mean that about you. I didn't mean the joke about Mackiah like that. It was in bad taste, but I trust the dude. It wasn't about jealousy, it was supposed to be a joke." He explains “I'm sorry if I made you feel like you couldn't have male friends.” 

“Is that all?” you ask, not really satisfied with his apology. At the end of the day, it seemed like nothing had changed. He didn't regret hurting you and leading you on, he just regretted not having you around anymore. 

“No. It was like that. I do like you, and hell, I have liked you since the first day. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it was more than just a dumb crush, I'm sorry it took me almost losing you to realize that.” he corrects himself. There was no way he had you in front of him and he would not try to make it up to you, hell, he would have done everything you asked for the possibility of forgiveness. 

“What about Nayeon?” you ask, still not sure what the role of the girl in his life was "Aren't you two seeing each other?" 

“What? no. We just hit it off as friends, she's seeing some guy from arts.” 

“I thought you liked her. And were replacing me with her” you confess. Maybe you shouldn't have been this vulnerable, maybe you should have played hard to get., but you would be lying if you said you didn't want to fix this for once and for all, already tired of running in circles. 

“No way. You can ask her how many times I have gone on weird tangents about you.” he confesses. “Even if she liked me, I was way more worried about you hating me more” he adds, earning himself the smallest giggle out of you, and it feels like his heart starts beating again.   

“Okay…” you trail off, taking in the information.

“So…”

“So what”

“Do you forgive me?” he asks “I can get on my knees and beg.” He threatens, inching closer as he rests on the heels of his feet, testing the territory.      

“Please don't” 

“Then forgive me, because we don't know how long we are gonna be and I plan on making good use of my time”

“How?” you tease.

“Well, begging since it seems like someone can really hold a grudge” he jokes, earning himself a kick on the thigh. “I’m really sorry” he adds, his hand resting on your leg that had hit him, thumb drawing the smallest circles. 

“It's okay. I forgive you, I guess” you shrug, nonchalant. God, how you hated the effect he had on you. 

“You forgive me as a friend…” he tests the waters. Even if he would have preferred to finally get to call you his, he could understand why that might be way too fast for both of you.

“Jiho” you say sternly. 

“I would say you could always leave, but…” he gestures to the elevator door, still no sign of rescue. 

“Ha ha, you are so funny.”

“The funniest” he says sitting, this time beside you. “I missed you so much” and he means it. There was nothing he hated more than not being able to hear you, to see your face, if it was up to him, there wouldn't be a day he wouldn't be by your side, living inside your skin if he could.

“I missed you too” you say, and you don't miss the foolish smile that adorns his face this time around.

After being rescued from the elevator, things had gone back to normal. Kind of. You still had that lingering feeling of something being pending in your relationship that you didn't have the energy to acknowledge, and Jiho seemed to agree with you for the most part. Or at least was conscious enough of the delicate state of your relationship to bring up his doubts about it right now. That didn't deter him from going back to his old ways, albeit toned down, he still kept saving the place beside him in your friends hangouts, and dropping by in between breaks of classes to hangout with you, or just drop various treats. Or he still sent you music and movies he thought you would like. Things that made you doubt about the friendship you had reinstalled, only that this time, he seemed to be holding space. You had told him you wanted to stay friends, and he seemed to agree with you. He had always acted like this, and you didn't find it bothering before, so why now it seemed to irk you so bad? Was that annoyance at the way he acted, or the way he made you feel? 

Since they had finished the month of charity events, they had decided to throw a small get together, a small bonfire in the backyard, only for frat members and adjacent. Obviously, you and Minjun were the first on the list, getting once again greeted by the trio to confirm your attendance. You found the joy on the younger's faces endearing, not missing the smile of the older as he watched you from the corner of your bed, not daring to inch closer. 

The night had come faster than you expected, finding you and Minju piled in a car with the dorm inhabitants to head there. The back of the car filled with ice and diverse drinks, since it seemed like the Greeks were ready to let themselves loose after a few very stressful weeks. 

You arrive at the house, helping unload the car. The backyard was organized differently, some new fairy lights hanging from the diverse trees, courtesy of Hana. They had made a temporary bonfire in the middle, mismatched sofas and logs to sit around. They weren't a big fraternity, so it was way more private than one would think. 

The night goes on, drinking and talking about life, reminiscing about different stories from the past years, Keeho and Kamden talking about their own initiation stories, way before any of you had gotten into college, and not wasting a minute to embarrass the younger ones, reminiscing every shameful event of theirs. You find yourself tipsy, sitting beside Jiho. Your head lays across his chest as he plays with a loose strand of hair, intently listening to whatever they were talking about. You could have stayed like this forever. 

One by one, your friends find themselves interested in other things, abandoning the bonfire for other places and leaving you and Jiho alone, the crackling sound of the fire being the only company. 

“Alone for the night, huh?” he jokes, turning to look at you. You looked as pretty as ever, the dim light of the bonfire marking your features. 

You hum in agreement, not wanting to disrupt the peaceful atmosphere. Even if you probably would never admit it, you had wanted this for way longer than any of your friends imagined. 

“I missed you so much” he blurts out “I know we said to take things slow but seriously. I missed you so much. I thought I was going insane without you. Kind of thought I hallucinated you for some time” 

You laugh at his dramatics, already accustomed to how whiny he could get. “It wasn't even that long.” 

“Say that for yourself. It was like you disappeared from earth and I was the only one who remembered you” he explains, making you let out a snort at the sheer ridiculousness “No really, I asked Minju about you and she asked who you were” 

You laugh at the silliness, knowing damn well your roommate could keep a grudge that well, having been her victim more than once. “Okay okay, I missed you too” 

“For realsies?” he asks, teasing, pulling you impossible closer. 

“For realsies.” you say, trying to keep the straightest face possible at the tomfoolery of the guy in front of you “So don't give me another reason to push you away.” 

“Wouldn't even dream of it babe,” he says, his hand resting on the side of your waist “Just run me over with your car next time”

“Don't give me ideas Jiho” you fake threaten, and you don't miss the sleazy smile he has. or the way his eyes dart ever so slightly towards your lips. You decide to be generous, for probably the first time in your situationship, and the last. You press the quickest, tiniest kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

His breath stops. And you swear you can feel his soul leave his body before he gets back to earth, a teasing grin on his face. 

“You are evil” he says, pulling you impossible closer, your legs now resting on top of his lap, leaving his hands to be splayed across your legs. 

“How am I evil? I just kissed you” you say, your hand going to play with the longer strands on the back of his neck. 

“That was merely a kiss. Barely a peck even” He complains, his thumb rubbing patterns on the inside of your thigh, teasing as his voice. “I think I deserve a better one” 

“Aren't you the one apologizing? why should I kiss you” you joke, and you don't miss the way his eyebrows furrow. 

“Okay bet” he says, pulling you closer by your thighs, his face inches away from yours “You better not regret this then” 

“I promise I won't” you say, forcing yourself to keep the eyecontact, there was no way he was getting the upper hand in this one. 

“Good girl” He says before pressing his lips to yours, this time for real. He sighs into the kiss, and you swear you could melt. His hands were ever so careful as they explored the nakedness of your thigh, trailing up to your waist, pulling you even closer, as if trying to become one. You don't miss the cheer from your friends from the gallery, clearly ecstatic about finally getting the couple everyone wished for together. 

“Was that good enough” he says once you part, still not loosening his iron grip on your being.

“You should try to convince me more Jiho, just to be sure” you breathe out, still dazed. 

“Don't call me that” he says, pressing a quick kiss, much to your distaste. After having you waiting around for so long one would think he would be interested in some more action. “I'm Chejo”

“You don't like that” you mutter.

“Who told you that?” he asks, confused. 

“I heard you at the party. You told Nayeon you didn't like it”

“Well yeah. I don't like it when she calls me that. You are the only one who can” he says, pressing a slightly longer kiss, still not enough to satisfy your newly discovered need. “Now, ask for it, nicely” he teases. 

“You should try to convince me, Chejo” and this time, you don't miss his dumb smile, or the way he still has it once he kisses you, his hands still exploring your naked skin, as if he needed you like oxygen to live.

Yearbook photos were taken at the end of the year, when the president's graduation was close, as a way to commemorate him the coming year. This situation included every frat member, living in the house or not, and the sweetheart, who this year was Brian's girlfriend. After some deliberation, they had decided to give her a sweetheart court, since the girls of their life had been a great help to the fraternity this year. That list of girls included you, somehow tangled into this whole ordeal. 

You find yourself standing in the front yard, cladded on a fancy black dress, a strange attire for a random Wednesday afternoon, but not mismatching with all the tuxedo cladded guys. You were fixing Jiho's tie, since it seemed like no one knew how to tie one beside you. 

“I can't believe you really dyed your hair blonde”

“Don't act like you don't like it”

You liked it. At the beginning you didn't, when he had his hair an ugly bleach blonde, the kind you can only find in middle aged women at the trailer park. But now that he had let you tone it and actually give it a chance to look good, he looked hot. Like really hot. And you bet your ass you would never admit it to him, his ego didn't need another reason to get bigger.

“No comment" you say, fixating on making the tie look symmetrical. 

"You know I'm right" he says, his hands pulling you closer by the waist, so close your lips barely brushed.

"Now tell me. Do I look better than your ex?" he jokes, so close that you can see every detail on his face, an he wastes no time doing exactly the same.

"Jiho..." you groan, his relentless teasing getting to you.

"That's not my name, pretty"

You whine, hiding your face on his neck. 

“You look really handsome, Chejo” you say, trying your best to disguise your flustered state, his smile doing anything to placate those feelings.

“There we go” he says, pulling you impossibly closer, “You look as beautiful as always, pretty,” he says, adoration in his voice. 

“Hey lovebirds! it's your turn next” you hear Hana scream, calling you over to where the photographer is set. 

“In a minute” he answers, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “You better look your best, cause this is the photo I'm showing our grandchildren.”

[wonopia]

THE PHOTOBOOTH ! sunghoon x fem!oc

[synopsis] . on the way to work, your friend asks you to check the prices to pay for a photo at the new photobooth located in the local mall. as you pulled the curtain to the side, a boy was already using it. it wasnt until the next day that you realized that he went to your school. you were offered a chance to earn more money if you became a tutor, for the extra money you accepted it. coincidentally, it was 'the photobooth guy' that needed your help. will their friendship grow or will she just be a simple tutor in his eyes?

[genre] . hs -> college au, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers (kind of), slowburn, fake dating, written series with some smau parts.

[warnings] . swearing, dark humor, lowercase intended, not proof-read. mentions of drinking, rape, sa. more will be added

[status] . on hold ! (taking me a min to post)

profiles -> singles only + jay ! mission: get the girl ! not slim but shady ! powerpuff girls !

AU. same au as SUMMER TROUBLES

CHAPTERS . 001. PHOTOBOOTH GUY ! 002. TUTOR ! 003. HIS BRILLIANT IDEA ! 004. NEW RELATIONSHIP IN TOWN ! 005. GROUND RULES ! 006. FRIENDS ! 007. DAY ONE ! 008. WTF JAY ! 009. HYPED FOR COLLEGE ! 010. YOU CAN TRUST ME ! 011. NEW BEGINNINGS ! 012. ODD FEELINGS ! 013. NO ONE BELIEVES ME ! 014. I WANT TO GO HOME ! 015. DREAMS ARE JUST DREAMS ! 016. NEW GROUPCHAT ! 017. I BELIEVE YOU ! 018. INTIMACY ! 019. .. ! 020. .. !

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NCT DREAM smau

[ uni version ]

note: can be read in order or as a stand alone but I think it's fun reading it in order. open to all criticism and new ideas

[ requests open ]

main masterlist - nct masterlist

Loaded - Zhong Chenle [complete]

chenle x fem!reader

summary: in which a desperate joke about needing a sugar daddy accidentally manifests a millionaire classmate who takes his new role very seriously.

Intro to Being Delulu 101 - Lee Donhyuck [complete]

haechan X fem!reader

summary: in which one disastrous chemistry experiment turns into a feud and haechan thinks you bullying him online is a form of love language

Quarter Life Crisis - Park Jisung

jisung x fem!reader

summary: in which Jisung puts his feelings aside and plays boyfriend for his dream girl to make her situationship jealous

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[shyxcherry]

ink & asphalt | &team

summary: a series about tattoo artists and street racers falling hard and fast.

warning: fluff, angst, smut, specific warnings will be at the beginning of each one.

started: 7.13.2025 (5/9 done)

ended: tbd

notes: here is the outline for the series. i don't know how long it will take, but i am very excited to write this! you don't have to read in any order, but it is written in the same universe. the order that is also written is just oldest to youngest and will not be the order of the series.

k

summary: when you run away from your past life, you rely on some old friends to help you get back on your feet. when they offer you a job at their tattoo shop, you quickly become a fan favorite while catching the eye of a local street racer. you quickly become intertwined in his life, but what happens when your past mistakes show up when you finally feel at home? streetracer!k x tattooartist!reader

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fuma

summary: you walk into his life with marks you don't want anymore– tattoos from an ex you just wanted to forget. he didn't ask questions before promising that he would take care of you. and he does. one cover up at a time. each time he gives you a piece of yourself back allowing you to heal. but once you realize that it isn't just the ink helping you heal, your ex shows up– and suddenly healing doesn't seem too simple anymore. tattooartist!fuma x divorced!reader

coming soon

nicholas

summary: when your friends drag you for a night out, you didn't expect to catch the attention of the most attractive guy you've ever met. nor did you expect to sleep with him. but here you were, with messed up feelings about someone whose name you didn't even know. oh, and don't forget he's your brother's best friend (and boss). tattooartist!nicholas x female!reader

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ej

summary: you just started your apprenticeship, working for three of the best tattoo artists there is– that includes the owner as well. you know you shouldn't since he was your boss, but you couldn't help but be drawn to his quiet and reserved nature. you try to break down his walls, but every time he lets you in, he steps back– leaving you wanting more. but how much pulling can you take before it becomes too much? tattooshopowner!ej x tattooapprentice!reader

coming soon

yuma

summary: you're one of the best mechanics in the underground scenary. everyone wants you to work on his car– including him. the new cocky racer who looks at you like he wants more than you showing him the ropes. you can feel the tension sparking between the wrenches, but there's one issue. you've got a boyfriend, but that doesn't stop your hands (or heart) from lingering. streetracer!yuma x mechanic!reader

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jo

summary: you never cared for the flashing lights or gossip trains– just the engine and the road in front of you. but when an opportunity comes up to do a shoot embracing female racers, you take it. now you're stuck next to him– the shy, charming model who somehow catches your eye. it's supposed to be fake– the smiles and touches. but every time he looks at you, it gets harder to pretend you're not looking back. model!jo x streetracer!reader

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harua

summary: it was supposed to be fun. you weren't supposed to care who got the magazine feature, but then he showed up– the ray of sunshine who was all smug smiles and laughs. he quickly tries wins everyone over– including you. now, you're now fighting over the same spot, but it's getting harder to tell if you want to win– or if you just want him. photographer!harua x photographer!reader

coming soon

taki

summary: you swore you'd never get close to another racer. not after last time. now you were the distant voice on the radio– calm and in control as you guide racers through the flooded streets. but when he hears you for the first time, he becomes obsessed with finding out who you were– going as far as refusing to race if you weren't instructing him. you try to keep your distance until one mistake threatens to bring the past back to life. streetracer!taki x streetcoms!reader

coming next!

maki

summary: you've been racing motorcycles every since you learned how to ride. you're whole family did it, so it felt natural for you to do so. until recently that is, you've been loosing your grip– literally. every race you do, you feel slower, weaker, but keep forcing yourself to push through it because of him. your rival would never let you live it down if he saw you struggling. so when you go down, and he's the first one to you, you realize maybe you were wrong. streetracer!maki x streetracer!reader

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This official art by Simon Baek, one of the artists on KPDH is my favorite thing ever.

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❪ 📓 between the lines. ' ˳ ࣪ ⭒ ❫

wc. 1387

synopsis. a message you didn’t expect turns into late-night chats, inside jokes, and smiles only you two understand.

pairing. idol!jisung x idol!femreader

genre. fluff, slow-burn, secret connection.

It started with a message you weren’t expecting him to answer.

Not because he didn’t know you — you’d met a few times, exchanged polite words backstage, even shared a laugh or two during rehearsals. But still, Park Jisung was famously quiet, notoriously private, and even more guarded when it came to anything that felt even remotely personal.

So when you replied to his Instagram story — a blurry photo of ramen with a sarcastic caption — you didn’t think twice. Just a playful comment. Nothing loaded.

What you didn’t expect was the three little dots appearing a few seconds later.

Then:

the__and.y | that’s rich coming from someone who once ate cereal with chopsticks.

You blinked at the screen.

He remembered that?

You stared for a second, surprised. Because sure, idols talked. Some flirted lightly. But Jisung? He didn’t. Not like this. Not casually. Not first.

And definitely not with you.

But something about the way he phrased it — dry, teasing, like he wasn’t trying too hard — made you grin.

So you answered naturally.

yn__s2 | at least I didn’t make instant noodles explode in the microwave.

Another reply.

Faster this time.

the__and.y | that was one time.

yn__s2 | and you’ll never live it down.

That was how it began.

Not with something grand.

But with surprise… and then ease.

And a connection neither of you tried to define — not yet.

No one knew.

At least… that’s what you both kept telling yourselves.

There hadn’t been any real conversations. No “what are we?” or deep declarations. Just a rhythm you fell into without thinking — slow, sweet, and completely yours.

It started months ago. A meme here, a late-night “you good?” there. Voice notes. Shared playlists. A quiet pull between two people who never had to explain why it felt easier to talk to each other than to anyone else.

Now, weeks later, it was routine.

Late-night messages when your dorm was quiet. A “hope you eat something” when rehearsals ran too long. Random screenshots. Inside jokes. Songs sent without explanation.

And it never stopped making you smile.

Especially now.

You were backstage, waiting on your group’s turn for a quick interview segment. The energy around you buzzed — stylists doing final touches, staff with clipboards, lights flickering on and off. But you sat still on the edge of a long bench, legs tucked to the side, staring down at your phone with a look your members had started noticing.

Too often.

“You’ve been smiling at that screen for ten minutes,” Lise said, sipping from a juice pouch.

You blinked. “No, I haven’t.”

Gigi leaned closer. “Is it a boy?”

You almost choked. “What? No. It’s a— meme. Look.” You tilted the phone, showing them a cat in sunglasses. Technically true. Jisung had sent it five minutes ago.

“Hm,” Lise said, unimpressed. “Cute cat. But not ten-minute-smile cute.”

You locked the phone and shoved it in your pocket.

Across the hallway, a familiar laugh reached your ears. You didn’t need to turn to know it was him. Jisung always laughed like he was trying not to — like he hated the sound but couldn’t stop it.

Your lips twitched involuntarily.

Gigi noticed.

She didn’t say anything, but her eyebrow did all the work.

Meanwhile, Jisung was going through the same thing.

The moment your message came in — “your song’s been stuck in my head all day, I hate you (not really)” — he grinned without realizing. His thumb hovered over the keyboard, then backspaced twice just to make sure it was the right amount of flirty.

From the couch, Jaemin looked up.

“Who are you texting?”

“No one,” Jisung said too fast.

Mark glanced over, catching the tail end of the notification banner on his screen. “Why are you smiling like that?”

“I’m not smiling,” Jisung said. Still smiling.

Chenle walked by and sang, “Somebody’s got a cru~ush.”

“Shut up,” Jisung muttered, ears already red.

He slid his phone under a pillow, but Jaemin just smirked and leaned in.

“You know we’re not stupid, right?”

“I’m not doing anything!”

“Exactly,” Jaemin whispered dramatically. “You’re not doing anything. Which is why you look like you want to explode.”

Jisung groaned.

You didn’t talk every single day.

Some nights were quiet. Some mornings too chaotic. But you’d fallen into this rhythm where neither of you questioned the silence. And when it picked up again, it always felt just as easy.

There were moments, though, where you both slipped.

A smile held too long during a music show crossover.

An accidental eye contact across rehearsal studios.

That one time he handed you a bottle of water without anyone asking — and everyone around blinked in confusion like: since when do you two speak?

It wasn’t a secret.

But it wasn’t public either.

You liked it that way. Yours. Quiet. Sweet.

But the problem with smiling at your phone too much was that your members were no longer letting it slide.

“Alright,” Sora said one night in the dorm living room. “We need to talk.”

You looked up from your spot on the floor, blanket over your legs, phone in hand. “About?”

She stared pointedly at your phone. “About that.”

Gigi flopped next to you. “It’s getting obvious. You’ve been extra glowy.”

Hana sat on the other couch, munching popcorn. “It’s kind of cute, though.”

You tried not to panic. “There’s nothing going on.”

Lise tilted her head. “So… you’re telling us you’re not talking to anyone?”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it.

Because technically, you weren’t dating anyone.

You were just talking.

A lot.

With Jisung.

You cleared your throat. “It’s… just a friend.”

That was enough to make the room erupt.

“Aha!”

“Knew it!”

“Name. Now.”

You buried your face in the blanket. “You’ll laugh.”

“We’re already laughing,” Sora grinned.

You mumbled something.

They leaned in.

“Park Jisung,” you repeated, slightly louder.

And the room exploded.

Meanwhile, Jisung was under attack.

“I KNEW IT!” Chenle yelled.

Renjun blinked slowly. “So it is her.”

“What are you talking about?” Jisung tried to lie, casually scrolling TikTok with his phone upside down.

Mark gave him a look. “You don’t text anyone like that.”

“It’s not like that,” Jisung insisted. “We’re just… talking.”

“Do you smile like that when we text you?” Jaemin asked.

“I don’t smile when you text me at all.”

“Exactly.”

Jisung sighed, finally setting the phone down.

“I don’t know,” he said. “She’s just… easy to talk to. She’s funny. Smart. Not trying too hard.”

Mark softened. “So you like her?”

Jisung hesitated. Then nodded. “Yeah.”

Chenle grinned. “You’re doomed.”

The next few days were even harder to keep subtle.

Every time your phone buzzed, someone peeked over your shoulder. Every time you disappeared for “five minutes,” your members giggled. They started teasing you mid-sentence, whispering “I bet he’s texting her right now” every time you stepped out of the room.

Jisung wasn’t safe either.

At one point, during a break in dance practice, he checked his phone and smiled without realizing. Again.

Mark saw. Jaemin saw. Everyone saw.

And suddenly, the whole room broke into a chorus of “ooooooh”s.

“I hate all of you,” Jisung muttered.

“You love her,” Haechan sang.

He threw a towel at him.

But honestly?

You didn’t mind.

Because even though neither of you had said the words — even though it wasn’t official — it was something.

And it felt good.

Sweet.

Like the start of something that didn’t need to be rushed.

The next time you saw him in person, it was chaotic. Both groups had overlapping schedules, the hallways were packed, the managers were barking instructions, and your brain was fried from back-to-back stages.

But in the middle of it all, Jisung passed you a granola bar.

Said nothing.

Just smiled, that soft smile, and kept walking.

You stared at the wrapper in your hand.

He didn’t need to say it.

You already knew.

That night, you texted him:

yn__s2 | so when do we admit we’re not hiding this very well?

He replied a minute later:

the__and.y | maybe never. I like it like this.

Then:

the__and.y | you’re still smiling at your phone, aren’t you?

You typed back:

yn__s2 | …maybe

Your screen lit up again.

This time, it was a selfie.

Jisung, in bed, blanket up to his chin, a tiny grin on his face.

the__and.y | me too.