warnings: unprotected sex; dom!skz; sub!reader; exhibitionism; voyeurism; blindfold; fingering; oral sex (f!receiving); face sitting; light choking; edging; orgasm denial; squirting; praising; spit kink; use of toys; dirty talk; begging; threesome; overstimulation
summary: this started as a challenge for all of the boys to make you come one day. but what if you all added new rules for today's round?
part of the wheel of pleasure series
a/n: THE WHEEL IS BACK MY LOVES 🥳 thank you so much for the love for this series, it makes me really happy seeing you interact with it and send me messages about it 🩷 this time, it's my own take of the fic that inspired this series so go read it if you haven't!! it's who's who? (sex edition) by @ddyskz
a/n2: as always, i wrote this across different nights and i proofread it quickly, so there might be some mistakes and notes to myself that i write while editing (like "change this part" or "add this here" or "continue with this") that i missed, so if you see them... no you didn't (joking 😊)
you’ve played this game before and you’re no longer a stranger to the thrill of it. the boys have always pushed boundaries but this time, they’ve added two new rules for today that make your pulse quicken:
you won't be allowed to come until you correctly guess who’s fucking you
your eyes will stay covered the entire time
the thought alone sends a fresh wave of heat through your core, your cunt getting wet already. outside in the living room, the boys are gathered around that wheel you bought on impulse once you realised this became your thing. you can hear their voices and the occasional spin and click as they add their own filthy ideas to the slots. god knows what they’ve written this time. the idea of not knowing, of being blindfolded and at their mercy while guessing each of them makes your thighs press together instinctively.
you’re standing in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of yourself. the lingerie clings to every curve of your body, the lace barely covering your breasts and the straps framing your hips. your fingers trace along your skin, staring at your collarbone and sliding down feeling goosebumps rising as you imagine their hands replacing yours. your nipples harden against the fabric and you let out a soft breath, close to a moan.
then an idea hits you - a way to turn the tables, to play your own game within theirs. you reach back and unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor before you grab your panties and take them off too. completely naked now, you grab your robe, and tie it loosely around your waist. if they want to control the rules, you’ll match them with your own.
you open the door and leave the room, closing the door behind you. the moment you get to the living room the boys freeze and move quickly to hide the wheel, hiding whatever filthy things they’ve scrawled on it. their eyes rake over you, taking in the robe and how it parts just enough to show a sliver of skin, so short they can see the curves of your thighs.
“are you guys ready?”, you ask them and they reply with a chorus of yeses, “i’ve thought of something today since, you know, you’ve added your own rules and i think it’s only fair that i add my own rules too”
they’re curious instantly, leaning forward, their eyes still locked on you.
“okay, what do you want to add?”, changbin says.
“well, you all seem to really like the sounds i make while i’m in my room, getting fucked by the others”, you say as you watch their reactions, “so i thought that you should get a glimpse of what’s going on too”
some of them catch on immediately - minho’s eyes darken with hunger as his cock visibly twitches in his boxers, chan lets out a low groan as his hand presses against his growing bulge. others simply look confused for a moment, like jeongin whose cheeks flush just from looking at you, or seungmin, whose face seems to be still lost on your thighs.
“we’re gonna do it in the living room today”, you say as you gesture towards the massive sofa you all bought for the dorm, “so that everyone can enjoy the show”
han’s mouth falls open as a “fuck yes” escapes him when he imagines watching you get taken apart right there, felix bites his lips already imagining the view and his hand moves to palm himself. changbin chuckles darkly, muttering something about how filthy this is getting while chan just nods his head with a grin that promises he’ll be front and centre.
“okay”, hyunjin says, “if that’s what you want then we’ll do it that way”
you smirk at him, before speaking again, “perfect, but that was only my first rule”
they look at you, a mix of confusion and hunger as they think about the different possibilities now. but instead of telling them, your fingers move to the belt of your robe and you untie it, letting the fabric fall to the floor, leaving you naked in front of them all, your nipples hard and your cunt already slick and visible as you stand there in front of them.
“before i cover my eyes”, you say, your voice dropping, “you all have to get naked too. now”
they don’t hesitate, not when they are looking at you like that, not when they seem to be under your spell. they move quickly, scrambling to obey you, as their boxers fly and they get completely naked too, the game truly beginning now.
you hum in deep contentment as your eyes sweep over them, taking in the sight of every single one of them. their cocks stand hard and flushed, some already leaking at the tip from the sheer anticipation of what’s about to happen. without another word, you turn and walk towards the table where you left the black silk blindfold before, and you feel their hungry stares follow every movement.
you pick up the smooth fabric, letting it slide through your fingers, and then you walk towards the sofa. the cushions dip as you settle in the middle, spreading your thighs just enough to give them all a teasing glimpse of your already glistening folds before you lift the silk to your eyes. the world goes dark as you tie the blindfold securely behind your head, the knot firm but comfortable.
“i’m ready whenever you are”, you tell them, your voice low and steady as you offer yourself up.
your other senses sharpen immediately and your pulse races, your skin prickling with goosebumps. wetness pools between your legs, your pussy lips swelling and parting with every move you make, your arousal dripping down to the cushion beneath you.
you sit there for a few seconds that stretch into an eternity of waiting, then, you feel the sofa shift as the first one sits with you. his warm breath ghosts over your neck first, followed by the soft press of his lips, kissing you from the sensitive spot below your ear down to the hollow of your throat. he then moves upwards, brushing those same soft lips across your cheek, then the other, before they finally claim your mouth.
the kiss deepens then as your tongues slide together. his hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him as the kiss turns filthy, your tongues fighting for dominance and moving into each other’s mouth with growing urgency.
“fuck, look at that”, you hear han saying somewhere in the room, “i don’t know if i’m gonna survive watching this”
“she’s already so wet”, jeongin mutters, and you can hear just how turned on he is right now.
their words wash over you, turning you on even more, as the mystery mouth keeps devouring yours. you bite down on his lower lip, just hard enough to draw a sharp and unmistakable moan from deep in his chest, and you recognise him instantly.
“felix”, you say.
he groans louder, the sound raw and desperate and then he crashes his mouth back onto yours, even hungrier this time. his lips move faster against yours, his teeth biting your lower lip now and his hands start roaming freely now that the guess has been made.
he pushes you backwards onto the sofa, his body following yours down until he’s settled between your spread thighs. his skin presses against yours and his hard cock brushes against your hip as he adjusts his body. one of his hands traces a slow and deliberate path down your body, his fingers skimming over your collarbone before they move to circle each nipple until they ace. then, he slides his hand lower across your stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs and pauses there.
“f-felix, please”, you say, your voice breaking as your body moves closer to him, “i already guessed… please”
he kisses you again and then his fingers move to trace the puffy lips of your pussy with strokes so light you almost think you’re imagining them. the touch is maddeningly light, circling your entrance without pushing inside, gathering the slick wetness that coats you and spreading it upwards to brush your swollen clit.
“god, y/n, you look so hot like this”, he moans against your lips and you try to answer but the words won’t find you.
you arch into his touch, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he continues teasing you.
“felix, please”, you say again.
two fingers finally part your folds and sink into your tight cunt, and he curls them to stroke that sensitive spot inside you.
“oh, f-fuck, yes. j-just like t-that”, you moan, arching your body towards him even more.
he moves them steadily inside you, as his thumb starts to circle your clit, making your hips buck. you can hear the sounds of his fingers inside you, the wet squelch of his fingers as he works your dripping pussy and your own moans start to get louder.
“jesus christ… we can hear how soaked she is”, hyunjin says as his breath catches, followed by a curse from a voice you don’t recognise, you’re so lost in your own pleasure that everything around you is fading away, moving to a place you can’t reach.
felix adds a third finger in, stretching you as he fucks them in and out of you, moving faster now, his palm grinding against your clit with every thrust. pleasure coils inside you, you’re getting closer now, you were already turned on before you all started, and now having felix like this, with his fingers inside you, your eyes covered, and the knowledge that the others are watching you and getting hard from this just makes you reach your breaking point faster.
“f-felix, i… i-”
“i know. come on, come for me, sunshine, show them how good i’m making you feel with just my fingers”, he says, his lips moving to your neck now, biting there and making you scream louder.
that’s all you need to break and then, your walls clench around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you.
“felix!”, you scream his name then and that’s when you break.
your body shakes as your pussy pulses and gushes around his fingers, your wetness soaking his hand and the sofa beneath you. he doesn’t stop fingering you, drawing your orgasm with slower and deeper moves until you’re trembling and oversensitive, gasping for air against his skin.
you can hear the boys groanning in the room, their eyes fixed on your quivering body on the sofa. felix’s fingers remain buried inside you, gentle now, as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your parted lips. then he takes his fingers out and you whimper at the loss, trying to close your thighs instinctively, but his body between them won’t let you.
“mmhm”, he moans as he licks his fingers clean, “you taste so good, sweetheart. i can’t believe, this is all ours. you’re ours”
you reach blindly for him, pulling him closer to you as your lips crash together again. your tongues slide together as you explore each other's mouths and then your hand moves down to grab his cock, your fingers wrapping around it - it’s hard, hot and twitching against your palm. he groans into your mouth and his hips buck forward, grinding against your grip in a desperate roll. your thumb catches the precum on his tip and you move it, making the slide slick and filthy as you stroke him from base to tip.
“felix”, you hear minho calling his name from across the room, reminding him of the rules you assume.
felix freezes and then he pulls back just enough to pant against your lips.
“fuck… i can’t do this”, he says, his voice completely hoarse, and when you reach for him again, he catches your wrist, stopping you once more, “i can’t, sunshine… not yet. rules, you know”
with a final whimper from you and a lingering brush of his lips against yours, he moves from you, leaving you aching and empty on the sofa.
you lie there exposed, your thighs still parted from his earlier position and your body still humming from your orgasm. you can hear the low groans of the others and you can feel their eyes devouring every inch of you.
“look at her, she’s dripping everywhere”
“she’s so fucking ready”
you’re still so lost in your own pleasure that you don’t recognise their voices, but just hearing them and knowing they’re waiting for their turn with you while they get to see you breaking apart with the others makes your nipples tighten and fresh wetness seep from your swollen pussy lips onto the sofa once more.
the sofa dips again under new weight and then a different body settles between your spread thighs, his warm skin pressing close to you and his already hard and leaking cock brushing your inner thigh as he lowers himself fully onto you.
he wastes no time and moves straight to your ear, his mouth sucking the lobe between his lips before his teeth graze and bite down just enough to send a jolt straight to your core. you gasp, arching your back as his tongue soothes the sting and then he moves, trailing kisses along your jaw before he moves to your lips, catching your mouth in a hot and fiery kiss.
from there, he descends lower, his lips and tongue mapping a path of fire down your neck and collarbone until he reaches your breasts. he moves to one nipple, sucking hard while his hand cups the other and his thumb flicks it.
“oh g-god, don’t s-stop”, you say, arching your body again.
the wet pull draws another moan from you when he switches side. he bites your nipple and pleasure sparks inside you, pooling heavily in your stomach and making your cunt clench around nothing. he starts moving again, his mouth hot and insistent over the curve of your stomach, nipping at the soft ski there, his tongue dipping into your navel before dragging lower.
finally, he reaches your cunt, spreading your folds with his fingers just enough to expose your slick entrance and swollen clit. a long and slow lick drags from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit, his tongue pressing firmly against every sensitive fold and gathering your arousal in one deliberate stroke.
the sensation rips a long and high groan from your throat, raw and needy, as your hands move to tangle in his hair, gripping and pulling him closer to you.
“f-fuck, i…”, you try to say, but the words fail you.
“y/n, remember you have to guess before you can come”, you hear someone saying, changbin you think.
“i- i”, you try again, but you can only focus on his tongue on your cunt.
your mind spins in the darkness of the blindfold, every nerve ending lit up like fire under his relentless mouth. the wet heat of his tongue drags slowly at first, flattening against your lower lips before circling your clit, making your hips jerk upwards. he sucks your clit between his lips, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. your thighs tremble around his head, your muscles trembling as you keep dripping and soaking his chin, dripping down onto the sofa again.
you strain to focus, trying to guess who it could be. it feels possessive, almost desperate, like he’s been starving for this for a long time. your fingers tighten in his hair, tugging harder, trying to think who could be this desperate for you, who could be eating you out like he was a man craving for your taste, and that’s when you realise.
“s-seungmin… it’s you, seungmin”, you gasp out, your hips moving against his face.
he pulls back, his lips glistening with your wetness, “i’ve been waiting for this for a long time, like the good boy i am for you, your puppy”
his mouth seals over your cunt again, his tongue thrusting deep inside while his nose presses against your clit, grinding in small circles that send sparks shooting up your spine. your back arches off the sofa again, your eyes squeezed shut behind the silk as your orgasm starts growing again, your pussy pulsing and fluttering around his tongue.
your cries and moans and the sound of seungmin licking and sucking you as he eats you out are not the only sounds in the room. you hear groans from the watching boys and voices saying things your mind can’t comprehend right now. your orgasm grows faster now, your body rocking instinctively, chasing the friction, but seungmin senses the tightening in your core and the way your moans pitch higher and your thighs clamp around his ears and stops. he stops abruptly, pulling away with a final lick that leaves you whimpering at the edge.
“wait, wha-”
“get on your knees”, he tells you, his voice not leaving room for hesitation.
you scramble to obey him, your limbs shaky and uncoordinated from your denied release, but his hands guide you, helping you shift positions until you’re upright and then lowering again. he lies back on the sofa beneath you, his head positioned perfectly between your spread legs.
“sit on my face and ride me”, he says, pulling your hips down without waiting.
you sink onto him without thought, lost in the haze and your pleasure, your soaked pussy pressing fully against his mouth as his tongue starts moving against you again. the new angle lets him devour you deeper, his tongue spearing up into your entrance while his lips suckle at your clit with every grind of your hips.
you moan loudly, your hands moving to brace on the sofa as you rock back and forward, your breasts bouncing with each movement.
“oh god. minnie, j-just like that… you’re d-doing so g-good”, you say, your voice broken as you praise him.
your wetness smears across his face, soaking his cheeks and chin as he groans into you.
“fuck, i can’t take this anymore”, you hear a new voice, felix, you recognise him instantly, and then you hear the sound of his hand stroking his cock as he watches you.
you can picture it clearly - his eyes locked on your bouncing breasts, on your nipples begging for attention, on your cunt riding seungmin’s face, on your ass flexing as you grind down harder on seungmi’s tongue. you hear other voices too and you’re sure he’s not the only one who has his hand on his cock watching you right now.
“you taste to fucking good, y/n, i’ve waited for this for so long”, seungmin says against your cunt before he moves closer to suck your clit again.
it’s overwhelming - his mouth on you, the rest watching and touching themselves, the knowledge that every eye is on your naked body, the way that you have all of them eating out of the palm of your hand, you think you can go insane from all this.
you feel your orgasm getting close again and your hips start moving faster, riding his face more now, your clit dragging over his lips and nose with each roll of your hips.
“please, minnie, d-don’t stop. you’re such a good boy for me, make me come, puppy, p-please”, you say, your moans turning to broken pleas.
he groans against you and grabs your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, his lips desperately eating you out now and that’s all it takes for you to break. your orgasm crashed through you as your pussy soaks his face in a hot flood that he laps up greedily, his tongue continuing to work against your lips even as overstimulation sets in.
you twitch and gasp, trying to lift away but his hands hold you firm against him until the pleasure borders on too much, forcing you to shift sideways with a whimper, your body trembling and slick. your legs feel like jelly but seungmin helps you ease back down onto the sofa. he moves closer to you, his breath warm against your lips as he moves to kiss you. you pull him closer, your fingers moving to his hair again as you taste yourself on his tongue.
“you taste so fucking good, y/n”, he says against your mouth, “i’ve dreamt about this for so long… having you like this, riding my face…”
he kisses you one last time, his tongue sliding against yours, before he pulls away with a soft groan and stands up, leaving you sprawled and waiting, hearing the sounds of groans and hands stroking cocks somewhere in the room.
this time, it isn’t long before the sofa dips again and someone sits down close to you. his strong hands guide you upright, then move you until you’re sitting on top of him with your back pressed against his broad chest and your legs draped wide over his thighs.
this position leaves you completely exposed - even more than before lying on the sofa - and now your dripping cunt is on full display for the room, the air kissing your swollen folds as fresh arousal trickles down to soak his skin already. you can feel his hard cock throbbing against the small of your back, his precum already smearing across your spine as he shifts beneath you.
your hips roll instinctively, grinding back against his cock, seeking for fiction, anything, but his grip tightens on your thigh.
“shh”, he whispers, but it’s not enough for you to completely recognise his voice, and then one of his hands moves to your leg to hold you still for him.
his other hand begins its slow ascent, his fingertips trailing deliberately from the slick mess at your navel upwards. they skim over the curve of your stomach, pausing there to trace the underside of your breast before grabbing it fully, his thumb brushing your nipple making you moan.
“oh, f-fuck”, you moan, your mouth falling open as you arch your back.
his hand starts moving again, higher still, his palm gliding along your collarbone to your neck. his fingers wrap lightly around your throat, squeezing a bit at first and then just holding you, tilting your head back towards him.
his mouth finds yours in a hungry kiss, his lips parting yours before his tongue moves deep into your mouth, making you whimper into him. your body arches under his touch again and you start moving, your hips searching for more, but he stops you once more, his hand on your thigh pressing down firmly.
with a low grunt, he lifts you up a bit, just enough to nudge the head of his cock against your soaked entrance. he teases there, circling and spreading your wetness but never pushing inside. your cunt clenches desperately, trying to suck him in, but he won’t let you.
“p-please”, you say, moaning against his lips, “do something… anything”
your voice cracks with need as you chase his mouth for another taste. your thighs tremble over his, your cunt visibly pulsing and leaking, coating his cock and dripping down to soak the sofa beneath you both.
the other boys keep groaning around you, the wet sounds of their hands pumping their cocks echoing as they watch you.
“a name first”, chan reminds you from somewhere nearby.
you try to think, but he just keeps teasing you, his cock nudging but never entering. the head circles your entrance again and again, dipping just the tiniest bit to stretch your rim before pulling back, leaving you empty and aching. you keep begging against his lips, almost crying now, your words tumbling out of your mouth in broken moans.
“please, fuck, i need it- i- i need your cock inside me, i can’t take it anymore”, you say as tears of frustration prick at your eyes under the blindfold, and your hips twitch uselessly in his iron grip.
then he does something - he leans in to bite down hard on the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking the skin there between his teeth. that familiar bite, the way his teeth sink in while his other hand squeezes your thigh, makes everything click into place.
“m-minho”, you gasp out, his name spilling from your lips as you moan again.
“fucking finally”, minho growls against your skin and without warning, he slams you down fully onto his cock, burying every inch deep inside your soaked cunt.
you let out the biggest moan of the day, your walls stretching around him at the sudden fullness. your head falls back against his shoulder, your body jolting as he starts fucking you from this positions, his hips snapping against your ass to drive into you relentlessly.
every thrusts hits that spot inside you, the head of his cock grinding against it over and over again, making your vision blur behind the blindfold, making you almost lose control there and then.
his teeth stay on that spot between your neck and shoulder, biting and sucking more marks into your skin while his cock moves in and out of your dripping cunt. your arousal splashes out around his cock, coating his balls and thighs. you move against him desperately, rolling your hips to meet every move of his, your spread legs trembling as the others watch your pussy get pounded open.
“that’s it”, he says into your neck, “you can take this… good girl”
one of his hands moves to wrap around your throat again and he turns your head towards him, his tongue moving deep into your mouth as he bites your lower lip, gaining another moan from you.
“you’re so fucking tight around me”, he says agasint your lips, “been waiting for this as the others had their fun with you”
he bites your lip again, tugging it between his teeth as you beg him for more, your voice not doing anything to hide how desperate you are for him.
“harder, minho- please, don’t s-stop, i- i can take it”
“you can take it, i know you can”, he says.
his other hand moves to your spread thighs, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight and fast circles that make your whole body tremble.
“look at her”
“she’s not gonna last”
the voices again, but you don’t focus on them, you can’t. the only thing you can focus on is minho - his lips against yours, his hand on your throat and the other on your clit as he keeps fucking you.
“m-minho, i… i-”
“come on, come for me now, show they how good i’m fucking you”
he says before he moves to your lips again, biting your lower lip once more. you both come together, your cunt clamping down around his cock as you gush and squirt over his hand and the sofa. minho groans loudly into your mouth, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with hot and thick ropes of cum, thrusting through both your orgasms until you’re spent and limp against his chest.
you can feel the wet mess you’ve made together as your cunt still clenches around him. his hand stays firm on your throat, holding you in place as he turns your head towards him again. his lips crash against yours again, his tongue sliding in to claim your mouth one more time.
“good girl”, he whispers against your lips, his voice still rough, “i told you you could take it”
his words send a fresh shiver through you and he kisses you once more, biting your lower lip before pulling back just enough to move your spent body down onto the sofa again.
“oh god, this is insane, this is so hot”, you hear hyunjin saying and someone hums, agreeing with him.
you sink into the sofa, your legs still spread open and your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your skin feels flushed and slick with sweat and the evidence of what you’ve been doing, your nipples still tight and aching, and your cunt still throbbing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, or rather, or your orgasms. you can feel minho’s cum still dripping from your cunt, warm and sticky, mixing with your own juices on the sofa beneath you.
then you feel the shift of weight behind you and a warm body lies down along your back, moving you just enough for him to press you flush against his body from shoulders to thighs. his chest molds to your spine and his breath is warm on your neck as he starts placing kisses there.
each kiss is gentle at first, his lips brushing the skin below your ear and then he starts trailing down to your shoulder with light sucks that makes your breath hitch. his hand begins tracing your body as his fingertips glide over your hip and up your side, avoiding the spots where you need him the most at first, just to make you tremble and beg for him.
“o-oh, don’t stop”, you tell him.
his hand continues moving, sliding lower now as he moves to trace the curve of your waist and then dips between your legs. you moan and turn your head towards his, seeking his mouth.
his lips find yours instantly and your hand reaches up as your fingers thread into his hair, tugging as the kiss deepens. your tongues slide against each other while his fingers finally reach your swollen clit. he starts circling it with feather-light strokes at first, building pressure gradually until your hips twitch forward into his touch.
“m-more… please…”, you say, moaning against his mouth.
he responds by pressing two of his fingers lower, sliding them through your slick folds before pushing inside your cunt with a smooth thrust.
“oh, f-fuck… yes-”
the stretch feels perfect, his fingers curling just right to stroke that sensitive spot inside you. your walls clench around his fingers, still sensitive from minho but already greedy for more. at the same time, your hand moves down between your bodies and wraps around his cock, which is hot and hard in your hand, twitching as you stroke him, your thumb moving to spread the precum already on his tip.
he groans against your mouth, the sound whiny and desperate, his hips bucking into your grip, and you recognise him instantly, no room for doubt this time.
“jisung…”
his groan vibrates against your lips as your fingers wrap tighter around his cock. han kisses you harder while his fingers keep working inside your cunt, stretching you open, as you soak his knuckles from how wet you still are.
“fuck, baby, you feel so good… you’re so wet for me already”, he pulls away from you just enough to talk and then moves closer, devouring your lips again.
his fingers stop moving and then he removes them, making you whine against his lips.
“j-jisung…”, you try to say his name again.
“shh, it’s okay, baby, i’m here, i’m not going anywhere”, he says.
his hand moves to your thigh, lifting your leg and draping it over his hip before his hand goes back to your cunt, entering three fingers this time. the new angle forces your legs wider, exposing your swollen pussy completely to the boys again. han’s cock throbs harder against your lower back, his precum already painting your skin-
“look at you, baby, all spread out like this”, he says, his lips brushing your ear as he talks you through every move, “the boys can see everything now, you know? they can see your pretty pussy dripping, begging to be filled again, begging to be filled with my cock now”
you moan at his words, trying to catch his lips again, but he moves away from you, speaking again.
“you want that, don’t you, baby? you want me to slide right in while they all watch you, begging for me, right?”
his fingers never stop circling your clit, pressing firmer now, making your hips buck back against him.
“y-yes, please… i-i need you”, you say.
your hand stays tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as you moan into another kiss. he shifts behind you, lining up his cock with your entrance. the tip nudges you from behind, parting your puffy lips before he pushes slowly inside you, until he sinks into your cunt completely, stretching you around him.
“f-fuck, baby. you feel so good”, he says, groaning against your lips.
the sensation is overwhelming, your cunt gripping him as your walls still flutter from your last orgasm. he groans deep in his throat, his hips rolling forward until he’s buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against you.
“ji- jisung, i-”, you try to say, but your voice breaks in another moan.
“that’s it, baby”, he says, his voice strained with his own pleasure, “take everything. you feel how deep i am inside you? that’s your pussy, sucking me in so tight… f-fuck”
he starts thrusting, slow at first, pulling almost all the way out before he dives back in. each stroke is accompanied by his fingers on your clit, never stopping, never moving away from there, as he keeps rubbing in time with his hips.
“oh, god, f-fuck… don’t stop, please”, you say, you’re sure you’re almost begging at this point, but you don’t even care.
your leg hooked over his keeps you wide open, the rest of the boys getting a perfect view of han’s cock disappearing into your cunt and the way your folds stretch around him as your cum leaks out with every thrust.
your hand tightens in his hair, pulling him down for another messy kiss as he picks up the pace. han talks you through it all, his breath hot against your lips as his skin slaps against yours.
“yes baby, just like that, good girl. squeeze me- fuck, yes… you’re so close already. i can feel you gripping my cock”, he says, biting and licking your lip before he devours your mouth again, “let go for me, baby. come on my cock while the boys watch you fall apart because of me”
his fingers work your clit relentlessly, pinching and circling until your orgasm grows and grows and you can’t do anything to stop it. your body trembles harder, your thighs shaking and your pussy clenching as the orgasm crashes over you.
“that’s it”, he says, “let go, baby”
you cry out into his mouth, your body convulsing and shaking as you come all over his cock. his hips snap forward as his cock moves deep into your clenching cunt as your orgasm pulls you apart. he groans loud against your lips, the sounds that are coming from him completely raw and desperate.
“fuck, yes- just like that, baby, you’re doing so good”, he pants as his fingers still rub circles on your clit even as your juices gush out around his cock, soaking him even more.
his balls smack against your ass with every move and he buries himself to the hilt one final time, his cock twitching inside you as he starts to come. hot and thick ropes of his cum, mixing with minho’s cum from before, and your own fluids, overflowing and leaking out down your thighs onto the sofa.
his body shudders against your back, his breath ragged as he grinds through the aftershocks, pumping every drop deep while his lips find yours again. he doesn’t pull out right away, letting you both ride the high as you hear the boys around you, and his fingers start slowing down on your clit, the lazy strokes making you twitch and whimper now.
finally, with a low sigh, he slips out of you, his softening cock now free and a fresh gush of your mixed cum following it out. he moves you carefully onto your back on the sofa, your body still trembling. he moves on top of you, his body pressing you down as he captures your mouth in another kiss, your tongues sliding and exploring each other. his hands move to your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks while he pours everything into the kiss, drinking in your moans.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his voice low and teasing as he smirks at you, your eyes still covered under the silk.
“you ready for more already, baby?”, he says.
you nod your head, a moan escaping your lips at the thought of his cock entering you again even though it just left your body mere seconds ago. your hands slide up his chest as you lean up to kiss him again, hungry for whatever he might give you next. he laughs softly, the sound warm and amused, and moves down, just enough to nip at your bottom lip.
“you’re so greedy, fuck. look at you, still dripping and already begging without even catching your breath”
he kisses you once more and then he pushes himself, standing up.
“you’re next”, you hear him say, but to who? you’re not sure, but something tells you that you’re not gonna have to wait long.
and you’re right because it’s not even a minute before another body settles over you, his strong and long hands grabbing your ankles and spreading them wider, pushing your legs apart until your thighs burn with the stretch.
he lowers himself between your open legs, his breath hot against your skin as he starts leaving kisses at your ankle, just soft and open-mouthed kisses trailing upwards as his tongue flicks out to taste your skin.
he moves slowly, like he has all the time in the world for this, pressing his lips to the sensitive inside of your knee and sucking lightly there before continuing higher along your inner thigh. his touch is soft yet teasing, his mouth inching closer and closer to your swollen and cum soaked cunt with every kiss.
but just as his lips hover near your dripping folds, he changes his path, kissing around it and circling the sensitive area without touching where you need him the most, his tongue moving to trace the crease of your thigh instead.
you can’t help it, your hips buck up towards his face, desperate for contact, your body still quivering from your previous orgasms and the new one that’s coming from just his lips on your skin. you want more, you need more and you will do whatever it takes to get it.
a needy whimper escapes your lips as you beg him, your voice hoarse and broken, “oh god… p-please, touch me, fuck, i… i need your mouth on me, please”
his hands slide up your body in response, his palms cupping your breasts as his fingers start rolling your nipples hard enough to send sparks straight to your dripping cunt and forcing a broken scream from your throat.
“oh, fuck… m-more, please”, you say, your back arching off the sofa as he tugs and flicks your nipples again and again.
he twists them just right, tugging and flicking while his mouth continues its torturous path along your thighs, avoiding your clit and your entrance entirely, building the frustration until you’re writhing beneath him. his tongue keeps dragging wet stripes along your skin, and every avoided brush builds the frustration higher, your thighs shaking and your hips rolling in search of friction that never quite lands where you crave it most.
one of his hands moves to capture yours, your fingers intertwining and the size and shape of his hand hits you instantly - it’s big and slim, elegant yet strong.
“h-hyunjin”, you gasp, his name tumbling out raw and broken.
he chuckles low against your thigh, his breath ghosting over your skin and his lips brushing your skin as he speaks, “hi, muse”
then he dives straight in without warning, his tongue flattening against your clit in one long, filthy lick before sucking your swollen clit between his lips. your whole body jolts like you’ve been shocked, a loud scream of his name tearing from your throat.
“hyunjin!”
the sound of your scream echoes off the walls and you can hear the others moaning and groaning, their voices rough with their own arousal as they watch you fall apart under hyunjin’s attention, some of their hands moving to their cocks again as they watch you.
hyunjin doesn’t stop, though. one of his hands is still gripping yours firmly while the other keeps pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers mercilessly. his mouth works your cunt with dedication, his tongue thrusting deep into your entrance to lap at the mess inside then circling back to suck and flick your clit.
your hips buck wildly against his face, grinding down in search of more pressure, your thighs clamping around his head only for him to grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, spreading you open for him even more.
“hyunjin, i… i- oh my god, d-don’t stop”, you say, as he devours your pussy now.
“that’s it, muse”, he growls against you, the vibrations making you sob and choke on air, “ride my tongue. you look so fucking pretty like this all spread out and dripping while i suck on your pretty cunt”
he moves to suck your clit again, hard and fast, while his fingers twist your nipple in time with the rhythm of his mouth.
“come for me, muse. i wanna watch you shatter so i can draw every detail later”, he says, his words making you moan loudly again, “i wanna draw the way your mouth falls open, how you thighs tremble, your hand grabbing mine, the exact shade your pussy turns when it’s stuffed full and leaking”
his words push you over the edge hard. your orgasm crashes through you in waves as your pussy clenches and gushes around his tongue while you scream his name again. your body can’t stop moving, convulsing as your hips jerk uncontrollably against his face. he keeps licking you through it, drawing it out until you’re shaking and oversensitive, whimpering broken pleas.
“please, hyunjin, i… i-”
you’re not even sure what you’re asking for, you’re not sure if you want more or for him to stop. hyunjin lets your hand go and then moves his hand to your face, sliding his fingers up to your lips.
“open”, he says and you obey instantly, parting your mouth wide for him.
he lowers his head to give your clit one last slow suck, his tongue swirling as your body moves closer to him, trying to ride his face again. then, he moves over you, his weight settling between your spread legs. he leans down and spits directly into your open mouth - a thick and warm mix of his saliva and the taste of your own cum.
you swallow it greedily and then, his mouth crashes onto yours in a deep and messy kiss, both of you moaning loud into each other as his tongue pushes the mix between your lips, and your hands now moving to roam his body while the others keep watching you.
your fingers slide down his chest until they wrap around his cock, giving it one slow stroke as your thumb swipes over the tip to spread his precum. hyunjin groans deep into your mouth as his hips jerk forward, fucking into your hand before he catches himself. he breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp and then grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away.
“fuck… muse, no, not today. the wheel didn’t say that”, his voice is rough and strained, like it hurts him to stop you, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done.
he kisses you again and then pushes himself off you, leaving you empty and aching on the sofa while he stands up. you hear him groan again, low and frustrated, as he walks over to join the others.
you lie there with your legs still spread and your cunt dripping and twitching from all your orgasms. you can feel their eyes burning into you, watching every quiver and every drop that leaks from your hole. your nipples tighten again just from being stared at like this. you hear them talking, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. after a bit, you open your mouth to say something, anything, wanting to know what’s taking them so long, but changbin’s voice cuts through first.
“hold tight, princess”
just as he says it, you feel strong arms sliding under you, one behind your back and the other under your thighs. you’re lifted effortlessly, your arms looping around a warm neck, you can’t tell who it is yet. your bare ass brushes against his hard cock as he carries you and then, you’re lowered onto something cool and flat, the table.
“much better”, you hear someone saying.
the same boy who carried you guides you down until your back meets the hard surface. he takes your wrists and places your hands on the edges of the table, your fingers curling around it. then, he steps between your legs, gripping your thighs and spreading them wide. you feel another rush of wetness seep out, your body already reacting to the exposure and the anticipation until you hear a soft and low buzz that makes your clit throb on instinct.
your vibrator, someone has it.
how does he have it?
when did he get it?
was that what they were talking about before?
the sound moves closer, the vibrator circling your spread thighs without touching you yet. your hips twitch upwards, chasing the noise, desperate for that first contact. the boy between your legs keeps you pinned open, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin where your thigh meets your cunt, but never quite reaching where you need it.
your nipples ache and every breath you take, makes them brush against the air. you can feel every pair of eyes locked on your body, on your dripping pussy, on the way your entrance clenches around nothing, on the vibrator hovering just out of reach.
the buzz grows louder as it nears your clit, close enough that you can feel the faint vibration in the air but still not touching you. a broken whimper slips from your throat then, because you’re already so wet that it’s running down to the table beneath you, and the teasing only makes more leak out.
“p-please… do something”, you beg whoever is doing this to you.
the boy holding your legs shifts, pressing his cock against your inner thigh, hard and hot, but he doesn't push inside. he lets you feel the weight of his cock while the vibrator finally brushes your swollen clit in one teasing pass. your whole body jolts and you scream, the contact is brief, sending sparks straight through your body. then he pulls it away again, leaving you gasping and rolling your hips in search of more.
“no, no, please, don’t stop”, you say.
you hear minho’s low chuckle from somewhere near your head.
“look at her, already dripping again”, he says.
the vibrator returns, this time pressing flat against your clit and stays there now. the steady buzz shoots through you like lightning and your back arches off the table, as a loud and broken moan tears from your throat. your hands grip the table even tighter, your knuckles turning white.
the boy spreads you even wider, his fingers now moving to pull your folds apart so the vibrator can work directly on your exposed clit. your thighs start shaking almost immediately. the previous orgasms have left you hypersensitive and this constant and relentless vibration is too much but not enough at the same time.
“p-please, i… i need m-more”
you can feel your cunt clenching and pulsing, trying to grab onto something that isn’t there. the boy leans down and nips at your earlobe then moves to your neck while the vibrator circles your clit, changing pressure and the angle every few seconds so you never get used to it. your hips buck wildly, chasing the sensation, but he keeps you pinned, not letting you move. every time you get close, the vibrator pulls back just enough to keep you on the edge.
the vibrator moves lower, sliding through your soaked folds and teasing your entrance without pushing in. it collects your wetness and then drags back up to your clit. the sudden change makes you scream and your back arches off the table again. your fingers claw at the table edges, trying hard to hold on, but you’re so close it hurts.
“p-please”, you gasp, your voice wrecked, “please, i… i need-”
the boy moves his head again to your ear, his breath hot against your skin, “still not recognise me?”
it’s jeongin’s voice.
the vibrator presses harder right on your clit before he moves it and finally enters you, and your hips jerk up again, already chasing the next orgasm that’s already growing inside you.
“oh g-god… jeongin!”
he laughs, completely pleased with himself, then he crashes his mouth onto yours. his teeth nip your lower lip hard enough to sting before his tongue pushes past your lips. you moan into him, the sound swallowed as he bites down again. then, his mouth leaves yours to trail down your neck, biting and sucking marks into your skin,just like the others did.
he moves lower, his teeth closing around one of your nipples while the vibrator stays buried deep inside you, your walls clenching around it. he releases your nipple and then moves straight to your cunt. his tongue drags through your folds and circles your clit as the vibrator keeps moving inside you.
you scream again, the sensations pushing you right to the edge. you hear the others groaning much louder now, the wet sounds of their fists stroking their cocks filling the room as they watch your writhe.
“i’m gonna come”, you hear seungmin saying.
“this is so hot, i can’t believe this”, it’s han now.
jeongin fucks the vibrator in and out of you while his tongue works your clit. your hips try to roll but he stops you again, forcing you to take every vibration and every lick exactly how he wants it. your moans turn into broken and desperate sobs and you’re sure you’re crying under the blindfold.
but just as your orgasm starts to crash through you, jeongin yanks the vibrator out.
“not yet”, he growls against your cunt.
you whimper at the sudden emptiness, your walls clenching around nothing again. he moves the buzzing toy up to your nipples instead, pressing it against one of them and then the other, circling until both of them are red and aching.
at the same time, his mouth seals over your entrance and he starts eating you out as his tongue thrusts deep, lapping at every drop that pours out of you.
“j-jeongin, i-”
“shh, you can take this, and you will or i will stop right now”, he says and then dives back in again.
he stays like that for a long time, alternating between sucking your clit and fucking your with his tongue while the vibrator keeps tormenting your nipples. your body shakes nonstop, your thighs shaking around his head, but every time you get close, he eases off just enough to keep you desperate and dripping for him, making you beg for it, for him.
finally, he pushes his tongue as deep inside you as it will go, curling and stroking your walls while he presses the vibrator hard against your clit again.
“come”, he says, his voice muffled against your soaked cunt, “now”
your orgasm rips through you violently and your cunt clenches as you squirt all over his face and the vibrator. your back bows off the table as a scream tears from your throat again, your thighs keeping his head right between your legs. jeongin groans into you, licking through every spasm while your juices run down his chin.
you hear the boys cursing and moaning loudly, the wet sounds and groans of them coming filling the room as they watch you fall apart and soak jeongin’s face. your body keeps twitching, the aftershocks rolling through you while he keeps the vibrator pressed to your oversensitive clit, drawing every last drop out of you.
once you can’t take it anymore, jeongin clicks the vibrator off with a soft snap, the sudden silence almost deafening after the constant buzzing that had filled the room. he sets the toy on the edge of the table and then leans over you again.
his mouth finds yours in a slow and deep kiss, letting you taste yourself on his lips. his hands move to cradle your jaw, his fingers firm as they hold your face steady while his tongue pushes past your lips. you moan into the kiss, your hands lifting from the table to tangle in his hair, tugging gently at the strands as you pull him closer to you.
when he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects your mouths for a second before it breaks and jeongin watches it with dark and hungry eyes as he looks down at you, his chest rising and falling.
without another word, he slides his arms beneath you again and lifts you off the table. your legs wrap around his waist and your arms loop around his neck. he moves you to the sofa again, lowering you onto the cushions, the fabric cool against your overheated skin. he kneels between your spread thighs, his hands resting on your knees as he looks up at you.
“you alright?”, he asks you, his voice much softer now, concern threading through the cracks, “did i push you too far?”
you laugh, the sound breathless and fond, and then you reach out blindly towards him until your fingers find his face. you cup his cheeks and tug him forward, pulling him into another kiss.
“my shy, lovely innie is back”, you murmur against his lips.
he smiles against your mouth and then kisses you once more, slower this time, before he stands up. he brushes a thumb over your cheek and then turns and walks towards the others who are still watching you.
“how are you doing?”, seungmin asks you, “you think you can handle what’s left?”
changbin and chan.
they are left.
your cunt clenches hard at the thought and fresh slick starts leaking out again, sliding down your inner thigh already.
“i’m good, i can take it”, you say, nodding your head rapidly, almost frantic.
you sit there catching your breath, your thighs still parted, when you feel the cushion dip beside you on your right and a warm body settling close to you. his fingers brush your hair away from your neck and then a mouth presses there, his lips parting to suck a slow mark into the skin. you tilt your head to give him more room, a soft moan escaping your lips already.
his hand slides onto your thigh, his fingers moving and stroking upwards along the inner part but then, they stop close to your aching clit. he stays there for a long moment, his breath hot against your neck and his fingers tracing your skin but not moving any further, and then he pulls away completely, leaving you throbbing and empty again.
before you can recover, the left side of the sofa dips and he sits down next to you again.
why did he change sides?
you don’t have much time to think because this time, he starts moving much faster, much hungrier, his mouth latches onto the other side of your neck with more force, his teeth scraping and sucking hard, so hard you’re sure you’re gonna have marks tomorrow, just like with all of the other boys.
his hand moves again, just as bold as his mouth, sliding straight to your inner thigh and gripping tight, his fingers digging in. it moves upwards in one firm stroke but stops again, not touching you where you need him the most. then, just like he did before, he moves away from you, leaving you panting and dripping for him.
your head spins with the contrast, how gentle he was on one side and how rough was on the other, and how he moved away both times, before he gave you any real relief. your cunt pulses around nothing, your arousal already glistening on your folds as you sit there shaking and desperate for him, your body screaming for more.
“wait, who-”, you start asking but you have to stop yourself when you start to realise what’s going on.
two large hands land on your thighs at one, forcing your legs wider and spreading you open on the sofa until your knees are nearly touching the cushions on either side. at the same time, two mouths crash onto your neck from both sides.
one pair of lips is slower, more deliberate and delicate, sucking a deep bruise below your jaw while his tongue drags hot and wet over the mark.
the other mouth is already biting your skin, his teeth sinking in hard enough to make you gasp, then he sucks there until your skin burns.
both sets of hands stay locked on your thighs, their fingers digging into the soft flesh there, holding you spread and helpless.
your brain catches up and the contrast clicks into place - the careful and teasing touches from your right and the rougher and hungry ones from your left. you realise who is on either side of you, chan on your right and changbin on your left, both of them working you together, both of them claiming your body at the same time.
a low chuckle comes from somewhere in front of you and then han’s voice cuts through the haze, amused and filthy.
“you finally figured it out, huh? took you long enough, baby”, he says.
the realisation hits you like a spark to gasoline and then a loud and broken moan rips out of your throat.
“oh my fucking god”, you say as another moan escapes you.
your hands move blindly to their bodies, finding their warm and solid thighs on either side of you. your nails scrape hard over their muscles, leaving red lines as you grip them tight, desperate for something to hold onto.
the knowledge that both of them are going to take you at the same time, that you’re about to be shared between chan and changbin without any break, makes you cunt clench and leak even more, the sofa so ruined at this point that you’re sure you’re gonna need a new one.
but you don’t fucking care.
chan’s mouth moves higher, sucking behind your ear while his thumb strokes slow circles on your inner thigh, but never touching your clit. changbin’s teeth graze your collarbone, biting down there before he licks the sting again. his fingers continue to squeeze your thigh hard enough to bruise, but you need more, you don’t want either of them to stop.
both of them are breathing heavier now, groaning and moaning against your skin, their cocks already hard and leaking as they keep you pinned between them, teasing and denying you. your whole body shakes with need and you can feel how they’re both holding back just enough to drive you insane.
your fingers keep digging into their thighs, your nails leaving marks as another desperate moan escapes you, already aching for the moment they finally stop teasing you and start fucking you together.
“please… do something, i… fuck, i need you, both of you”
chan’s low voice rumbles right against your ear, “we’re gonna take care of you, love. just breathe for us, let us hear every pretty sound you make”
changbin’s grip tightens on your thigh, his fingers pressing deep into the flesh, “that’s it, sweetheart. spread your legs wider for us, just show us how wet and ready you are”
they move you together, chan’s hands sliding under your ass, lifting you a bit while changbin keeps your legs pinned open. they move your body until you’re slouched back against the cushions, your hips tilted forward, completely exposed. you feel chan dropping to his knees between your spread thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them even wider. changbin stays on the sofa beside you, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulder and his other hand still gripping your thigh and holding you open.
chan looks up at you, his eyes dark as he watches your still covered eyes, and then he leans in and drags his tongue flat through your soaked folds in one long and slow lick from your entrance all the way to your clit, making your hips jerk and a loud and broken moan escape from your throat.
“oh my... chris-”
changbin’s mouth is on yours instantly, swallowing the sound. he kisses you hard, his tongue pushing past your lips while his free hand cups the back of your head and holds you to him.
“shh”, he murmurs against your mouth between kisses, “let chan eat that pretty cunt now, we wanna hear you but not too loud yet, there will be time for that in a bit”
you continue kissing changbin as your hips start rocking on their own, grinding down against chan’s face. he groans into your cunt, his tongue circling your clit before he sucks it between his lips and then, he slides two fingers inside you, curling them hard against your front wall.
changbin pulls back just enough to watch your face while you moan into his mouth.
“look at you, sweetheart, already fucking his face. so desperate for us”
chan pulls his mouth off you for a second, his lips shiny, “you gonna be a good girl for us and suck changbin’s cock while i keep eating you?”
you nod your head frantically, already reaching for changbin, desperate to have him in your mouth. he stands up in front of you, his thick cock flushed and leaking at the tip. he strokes himself once and then guides the tip to your lips, as you move closer to him too.
“you need to be a good girl if you want to come, okay?”, changbin tells you, his voice rough and demanding, “open up and take it”
you open your mouth and he pushes in, the heavy weight of him sliding over your tongue. chan buries his face back between your legs, sucking your clit while his fingers pump steadily inside you, your eyes rolling back.
“fuck, that’s it”, chan praises you between your thighs, his voice muffled between them, “taking my fingers so well. such a good girl, letting us have you at the same time”
changbin’s hand rests on the back of your head, guiding you gently but firmly as you suck him.
“good girl. look at you, choking on my cock while chan eats that dripping pussy. so fucking greedy for us. so pretty”
from somewhere in front of you, hyunjin’s voice cuts in, “shit, guys, she’s taking both of you so well, look at her hips moving on chan’s face”
you hear another voice saying something like “greedy little thing”, but you don’t recognise him, so lost in your pleasure and the two boys that are using you as they wish.
you keep rocking against chan’s mouth as your hand moves to grab what you can’t reach of changbin’s cock with your mouth, your hand stroking the base while you suck the rest. your tongue swirls around the head every time he pulls back, letting you taste the salty precum that keeps leaking out.
chan adds a third finger, stretching you wider, his tongue never stopping its relentless circles on your clit.
“you’re doing so good, love. taking everything we give you. we’re gonna make you come so hard, rewards you like the good girl you are”
changbin groans above you, his hips twitching forward, “f-fuck, your mouth feels perfect, keep sucking me like that, sweetheart”
your orgasm starts building fast, the combination of chan’s finger curling inside you and his tongue flicking on your clit and changbin’s cock stretching your mouth pushing you right to the edge.
your walls start fluttering around chan’s fingers and just as you’re about to tip over, both of them pull away at the same time. chan’s fingers slide out of you and changbin pulls his cock from your mouth. you whine loudly, your hips chasing after chan’s face and your hands reaching blindly for changbin’s cock again.
“b-but… i-”, you try to say, but your words won’t find you.
chan rises up between your legs and cups your face with both of his hands, kissing you deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
“shh, love”, he whispers against your lips, “we’re not done with you yet”
chan and changbin move in sync, both of them moving and dropping to their knees on both of your sides. then, their hands grip your waist and shoulders, guiding you until you’re on your hands and knees between them, with chan in front of you and changbin behind you now.
your back arches unconsciously, your ass pushed out and your thighs spread wide enough that your dripping pussy is soaking the sofa even more. chan settles in front of you, his cock standing rigid and flushed, and behind you, changbin’s cock presses against the curve or your ass, moving to drag through your soaked folds once, smearing your wetness over himself.
both of them are breathing hard, their low groans rumbling in their chests as they look at you positioned between them. chan’s fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face so he can look at you better.
“you ready for us, love? you want both of our cocks at the same time?”
“tell us sweetheart”, changbin says as his palm smooths down your spine then grips one ass cheek and spreads you open wider.
your voice comes out shaky and needy, “y-yes, please. i’m ready, i-i need you”
they don’t make you wait because the moment the words leave your mouth, they move together. changbin lines up and pushes forward in one smooth thrust, the thick head of his cock forcing your pussy open and sinking deep, the stretch burns so good that it makes your arms shake.
at the same time, chan guides his cock between your lips and slides in, the heavy weight of him filling your mouth until the tip bumps the back of your throat.
a broken and muffled moan vibrates around chan’s cock as changbin bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass. your walls clench hard around his cock, pulsing and fluttering while changbin stays buried to the hilt for a moment, letting you feel every inch of him.
“fuck, that’s it”, changbin growls, his voice rough, “taking every inch of my cock so deep. you’re such a good girl”
chan’s hand stays gentle on your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek as he rocks his hips forward in shallow thrusts.
“look at you”, he says, “your mouth so full of me while changbin fucks that tight pussy from behind. you’re perfect like this, our perfect girl”
they start moving together. changbin pulls back until only the head remains inside you, then moves forward again, the force of it rocking your whole body forward onto chan’s cock. chan meets the motion by pushing deeper into your throat, his free hand sliding into your hair to hold you steady for them.
every thrust from behind pushes you further onto the cock in your mouth, your own spit dripping down your chin and mixing with the precum leaking from chan’s cock. your cunt keeps clenching greedily around changbin every time he bottoms out, the head of his cock rubbing tight against that spot inside you that makes your thighs tremble.
“god, you’re so fucking wet”, changbin pants, one of his hands gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks while the other reaches around to squeeze your breast, his thumb flicking over your nipple, “you love being used like this, don’t you?”
chan groans about you, his hips rolling in steady thrusts that make you gag around him “she’s taking us so well. look how her throat moves every time i push in. such a good girl for us”
from the other side of the room, seungmin’s voice cuts through the haze again, "look at those hips shaking, shit”
another voice, felix this time, also speaks, “fuck, she looks so pretty stuffed full like that, i wanna do it too”
their praises make your cunt flutter harder around changbin’s cock.
“f-fuck, sweetheart, just like that”, he moans, his thrusts growing faster now.
you push back to meet his thrusts, taking him deeper while your tongue works along the underside of chan’s cock. your hands grip the sofa cushions, your knuckles beyond white at this point, as both of them fuck you from both ends without mercy.
changbin’s pace picks up, his cock dragging against your walls with every stroke.
“you’re close, aren’t you, sweetheart? i can feel you pulsing around me”
chan pulls back just enough to let you breathe, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock, “you gonna come with both of us inside you?”
you nod your head, your eyes glassy and your mouth open and waiting.
“y-yes, please… i-i need you, both of you. i want you to come inside me, please”
chan groans at your words and then slides back in, moving deeper and faster this time, while changbin reaches around your hip and finds your swollen clit with his fingers. he rubs tight and fast circles over your sensitive clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
the sudden stimulation makes your whole body jolt and you moan, the sound vibrating around chan’s cock as your orgasm crashes over you without warning. your pussy clamps down hard around changbin, your walls fluttering and squeezing as you come, squirting all over his cock. the intensity makes your arms give out, but changbin’s grip on your hips holds you up.
“fuck… there it is”, changbin groans, his hips stuttering as our cunt milks him, “coming so hard on my cock. good girl, sweetheart”
chan’s breathing turns ragged above you, his thrust growing uneven now, “shit, love, your mouth feels too good. i-i’m gonna-”
changbin’s fingers keep working your clit through your orgasm, drawing it out until you come again without a warning, so fast that the only thing you can do is shake and whimper around chan’s cock. this is enough to push both boys over the edge at the same time.
changbin buries himself to the hilt and comes deep inside you, hot pulsed of cum flooding your pussy. chan pushes forward and spills down your throat, thick ropes of cum shooting onto your tongue as he groans your name.
you swallow around him, taking everything he gives you while your orgasm keeps rolling through you in waves. changbin’s cum leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thigh onto the sofa too.
you hear the other boys groaning and coming too, their rough curses and broken moans and the unmistakable sounds of them stroking themselves to the sight of you being filled from both ends.
chan pulls out slowly, letting the last drops of cum land on your tongue. he tilts your chin up again, watching you swallow with your covered eyes. changbin stays buried inside you, his cock still twitching as he catches his breath, his fingers still gently circling your oversensitive clit until you whimper and he moves them away from you.
“such a good girl for us”, chan says, his voice hoarse, “took both of us so, so perfectly”
changbin leans over your back, pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades, “good job, sweetheart”
strong hands slide under your arms and around your waist, lifting you gently from your position. chan and changbin work together, easing you upright until you’re sitting between them on the sofa. your legs still feel like jelly, your thighs sticky with a mix of sweat and cum that smears against the sofa as they settle you down.
chan stays on your right, one of his arms draped behind your shoulders, while changbin stays on your left, his palm resting warm on your bare thigh. their bodies bracket yours, solid and reassuring, the heat of their skin seeping into yours.
chan’s fingers find the knot at the back of your head and then, he unties the blindfold slowly, the fabric finally sliding away from your eyes. the light floods in and you have to blink a few times, adjusting as the scene in front of you comes into focus.
the living room looks like pure chaos after your round today - han is sprawled on the floor, his chest heaving as one of his hands is still loosely wrapped around his softening cock, streaks of his release glistening on his stomach; felix sits on the armchair across from you, his legs spread wide as his own cum pains the inside of one of his thighs and his stomach; you see minho leaning against the wall in front of you, breathing hard, the mess on his skin the proof to what he’s done; jeongin is on the rug, his cum drying on his fingers; and hyunjin and seungmin are tangled together on the smaller sofa, both of them looking completely wrecked, their bodies glistening with their own cum.
the air smells thick with sex, a mix of musk, sweat and the sharp tang of all your cum combined together. the sofa beneath you is damp in several spots, your own thighs and the cushion between your legs soaked from everything that happened.
you feel completely destroyed, your pussy still pulsing with aftershocks and changbin’s cum slowly leaking out of you. your jaw aches from taking chan so deep, your throat raw from all the swallowing and screaming and moaning you did. your skin is marked with fingertips and bite marks and also the faint red lines from where hands gripped your body too hard, yet satisfaction rolls through you in heavy waves and every inch of you feels claimed and pleasured.
chan brushes a strand of hair from your damp forehead, his touch gentle now, “you okay, love?”
you nod your head before you turn to look at him and answer, “yeah, more than okay. i loved it”
changbin chuckles low beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your thigh, “you took all of us like a champ. again”
han lifts his head and laughs softly, “the blindfold was the best idea we’ve ever had. watching you guess who was touching you while we all got off… fuck, that was hot”
“yeah, i almost came just from that a couple of times”, felix says, looking at his own cum on his skin.
you smile, still catching your breath, and lean back against chan’s arm, “maybe next time i’ll use the blindfold on you guys. make you guess what i’m gonna do next to you”
seungmin groans at the suggestion, “you already did that to me and i couldn’t think straight for two days after that”
hyunjin smirks next to him, his voice teasing, “wait, i wanna do that. do it with me next time!”
laughter ripples through the room, light and easy despite how wrecked and destroyed everyone looks. then, you hear jeongin’s voice, asking the question that everyone seems to be thinking.
“so… what’s next?”, he says.
your mind drifts for a moment, turning over the different possibilities.
what could come next?
another blindfold game? with them this time?
using your toys on them?
playing with two of them each time, just like chan and changbin did?
the options feel endless, each one more filthy and exciting than the last. you look around at their flushed faces, their spent bodies and you smile to yourself, already imagining the next time you spin the wheel.
the library
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warnings: unprotected sex; oral sex (f!receiving); dirty talk; exhibitionism; voyeurism
summary: you were just a viewer until you became the whole show. this is the story of how you went from watching your favourite camboy to becoming a camgirl yourself
a/n: okay so i became obsessed with cam fics after i read @kloversung han cam fic and @channlust chan cam fic and they’re totally responsible for me writing this so i have to give them all the credits and the roses and you have to read their fics right now!!!!
you leave the last box just inside the front door and let out a long breath as you stand there, looking at your new apartment. the boxes full with your stuff sit against every wall - some of them are stacked neatly, labelled in thick black marker, but others are piled wherever you found an empty spot during your endless trips between your old place and this one.
kitchen.
bathroom.
clothes.
bedroom.
books.
the labels start blurring together as exhaustion settles deeper into your bones. you had spent the entire day moving, because from the moment that you woke up this morning, it’s been nothing but carrying, lifting, driving, unloading and then carrying everything all over again. moving always sounds simple until you’re actually doing it.
now that everything is finally here, everything is finally in your new apartment, you have to do the next part, which is to unpack everything you had spent days, even weeks packing.
“great”, you say as a groan leaves your lips.
you rub your face with both hands before looking around again. the sight is overwhelming but you know that if you leave everything until tomorrow you’ll have yourself later so you force yourself to start, at least with the essentials, that’s the rule.
you walk towards the kitchen and find the box labelled in large letters across the side and after wrestling with the tape for a bit, you finally get it open. inside are plates wrapped in newspaper, glasses protected by towels, utensils bundled together and various kitchen tools.
it’s not exciting or fun, but it’s necessary.
you begin putting things away one by one - the spoons, forks and knives go into one drawer, the plates into the cabinet above the counter, the bowls next to them and the glasses in the next one.
every movement feels slower than it normally would. your muscles protest each time you lift your arms but slowly, the kitchen starts looking less like and empty shell and more like a place someone actually lives in.
a small victory, but you take it anyway.
after finishing the basics, you open another box which has more kitchen supplies - your coffee mugs, a frying pan, a saucepan, the electric kettle you use almost every day. you smile a bit when you find it, at least tomorrow morning won’t be a disaster.
when you’re done with the essentials, there are still boxes against the wall but the kitchen looks functional. it’s not complete, not even close, but at least you can cook and eat here, and that’s enough for now.
you decide to focus on your clothes now so you move to your bedroom which is even more chaotic than your living room. there are boxes surrounding the bed frame you had put together earlier, suitcases sitting open near your wardrobe and clothes spilling from partially opened boxes.
you kneel beside one of them and begin sorting through everything - your trousers, your t-shirts, your dresses… you hang some items in the wardrobe and fold others into drawers. the repetitive task is oddly calming after the day you’ve had, you focus only on simple things. fold, stack, hang and repeat.
it takes you a bit longer than you had expected because you keep stopping to stretch your back and shake out your sore arms, and sometimes you have to stop when you find clothes that you don’t remember packing or even having in the first place.
you unpack enough clothes to get through the week and you decide to stop there for the day, closing your wardrobe and the suitcases and boxes. your room is definitely not finished, there are still boxes everywhere, but at least you know where some of your clothes are, you won’t have to dig through cardboard tomorrow to find a clean t-shirt.
you walk towards your living room again and look at the boxes that remain untouched. you know there are hours of unpacking ahead of you, maybe days, but that sounds like a future you problem, so you move to your sofa, which is one of the few pieces of furniture already in place, and practically collapse onto it.
the cushions sink beneath your body and a relieved sigh escapes you immediately. for the first time all day, you’re not carrying anything, or lifting boxes, or unpacking, or organising. no, you’re just sitting, finally. but despite the exhaustion, despite the aching muscles and the mountain of work still waiting for you, a small sense of satisfaction settles in your chest because the hardest part is over.
you let your head fall back against the sofa and close your eyes for a moment and then your phone suddenly beeps, cutting through the silence of the apartment. you open your eyes and reach for your phone, thinking it might be one of your friends checking whether you’ve survived moving day, but then you see the alarm and a small smile appears on your face.
“oh”
right, that alarm, the one you never forget to set, the one you look forward to always.
everyone has their own ways of relaxing - some people watch movies, some people read books, others play games after a long day and you? you relax watching your favourite camboy with his hands on his dick as your fingers disappear inside you.
you open his page and type your information without even looking, the process so familiar now that you barely need to think about it anymore. after some seconds, his page loads and you wait for the livestream to start. you see comments from other viewers already, all of you waiting for the same thing, waiting for him.
you shift further into the sofa, allowing yourself to relax properly as the anticipation kicks in. the screen flickers once and then the livestream begins.
leethighs is live.
he’s already there, sitting on the edge of his bed, his body framed from the neck down as always, you’ve never seen his face. his black boxers hug the thick outline of his cock and his chest rises and falls slowly.
the chat explodes the second he appears.
user69: fuck yes finally
cumslut: he is so hard already
he chuckles seeing the comments, his voice low and rough. one of his hands slides down his stomach, his fingers tracing the skin that disappears under the waistband of his boxers. he palms himself through his boxers, giving the whole length a squeeze so everyone can watch it twitch and swell even more.
“hi everyone, did you miss me?”, he says, his voice already teasing, “i’ve been thinking about you all day. wondering how many of you are already wet just from waiting for me”
his thumb moves to drag over the head of his cock, pressing the damp spot that’s starting to form and you have to stop yourself from moaning out loud.
“look how hard i already am for you”, he says.
your thighs press together on the sofa and heat pools between your legs, your cunt growing slicker with every lazy stroke he gives himself. you still don’t touch yourself, you just watch him, your nipples tightening under your t-shirt.
edgequeen: don’t take them off yet
princessonline: stroke your dick through the boxers more
the donations keep coming and he obeys instantly, laughing as he cups his balls through the fabric while his other hand keeps stroking his cock. the boxers are so tight now that the head of his cock is clearly outline, a dark wet patch spreading at the tip.
“so you wanna tell me what to do, huh? okay, i guess we can do that today”, he purs, his hips rolling forward into his own grip.
he moves his fingers to the waistband of his boxers and tugs them down just enough so the base of his cock shows, thick and veined. then he lets it snap back up, the elastic slapping against his skin.
you bite your lip, feeling your panties soaked through, the fabric clinging to your folds. he leans back on one hand, spreading his legs wider so the camera catches everything. his other hand traces his cock again, slower this time, circling the head with two fingers until another bead of precum soaked into the fabric.
“i can imagine all of you…”, he says, reading the comments, “so wet for me, already dripping. but stay like that for me, don’t come yet. i want us to do it together”
the chat goes feral.
edgequeen: please take them off now
user69: pull it out now
you decide to comment too, your thoughts completely clouded by him.
littlekitten: god i wish you could just fuck me
he looks at the comments and laughs softly, the sound going straight to your clit. both of his hands move to the waistband and he pauses there, letting the tension stretch for a moment and then, he peels the boxers down in one movement.
his cock springs free, the tip already shiny with precum. it slaps up against his stomach, before settling heavy between his thighs. he wraps one hand around the base, giving it a slow pump so a fresh bead of his cum wells at the slit and drips down his cock.
“there it is”, he says, “all for you”
your hand finally slips under your shorts and panties and you move two fingers through your soaked folds, parting them, feeling how swollen and wet you already are. you circle your clit a few times and then slide your fingers lower, pressing them inside you with a loud moan.
on screen he starts stroking himself more, from base to tip, twisting his wrist there. precum keeps leaking, making everything slick and shiny, and the wet sounds of his hand moving fill your room along with his low moans and yours.
princessonline: spit on it pls
the sound of another donation comes in again and he leans forward, letting a thick string of spit fall from his mouth onto the tip of his cock, the sight of it making you even more wet. his spit mixes with the precum, and he uses it to stroke his cock faster. you match him without thinking, your fingers moving in and out of you at the same rhythm, your thumb rubbing your clit now too.
the chat is pure chaos now as the donations keep flying in and everyone begs him to go faster, to go harder, to let them watch him come.
“fuck-”, he gasps, “i-i’m cumming”
your fingers curl inside yourself, pressing against your spot while your thumb works your clit faster. on screen his hand becomes a blur, his cock glistening and his thighs trembling.
“now”, he says, his voice rough, “want you to come with me. right now”
thick ropes of cum erupt from his cock, painting his abs and chest, while some lands on his hand as he keeps stroking through it. the sight pushes you over and your cunt clamps down hard around your fingers, pulsing as you come with a broken cry, your juices flooding your hand and soaking your panties even more.
he slows his strokes, letting the last few drops bead at the tip and drip down. then he leans closer to the camera, just enough for his smile to fill the frame.
“as always, it’s my pleasure. see you soon, you freaks”, he says and then the screen goes black, the livestream ending.
you pull your hand out slowly, your fingers shiny and trembling. you collapse deeper into the sofa, your body still twitching from your orgasm. you stare at the black screen, already counting down the hours until the next livestream, already wet again at the thought of watching him another day.
after some days, your apartment slowly transforms from a maze of boxes into something that actually resembles a home. there are still a few things left to do, like books waiting for their place on the shelves or pictures that are still leaning against the walls because you still haven’t decided where to hang them, but compared to the disaster that it was on moving day, the difference is incredible.
you can finally invite people over without having to apologise for the mess that your apartment is, which is exactly why your best friend jiah is coming today.
you stand inside the lift beside her as she carries a paper bag from the bakery close to the building, the lift slowly moving up towards your floor.
“i still can’t believe you’re finally done moving”, she says.
“i’m not completely done”, you say.
“you basically are, there are always things to do”
you laugh and then the doors slide open and you both step into the hallway. you lead the way towards your door and halfway there, something catches your eye, or rather, someone. a boy is standing outside the apartment next to yours.
your neighbour, which you haven't actually met yet. you’ve heard him a few times through the wall but that’s about it .
now he’s locking his door, a bag hanging over one of his shoulders and when he hears your footsteps, he looks up and his eyes meet yours.
“hi”, you say, offering a polite smile.
he smiles at you too, “hi”
from up close, he’s even better looking than you initially thought, a bit taller than you with dark hair and warm eyes. you have to force yourself not to stare at him for too long.
“i’m y/n, your new neighbour”, you say, “i moved in a few days ago”
“oh”, he says as his smile grows, “that was you?”
you laugh, “the boxes gave me away?”
“a little”
his voice is surprisingly gentle, it’s soft and tender, and you like it immediately.
“i’m minho, by the way”, he says.
“nice to meet you, minho”
“you too”
a brief silence settles between you and then he adjusts the strap of his bag.
“well, i guess i’ll see you around then”
“yeah”, you smile, “see you”
he smiles again, small and a little shy, then he gives a small bow before he walks towards the lift. you watch him walk away, your eyes on him until the doors of the lift close with him inside and then a hard bump lands against your shoulder and you jump.
jiah is staring at you, grinning, “i’m still here, you know?”
you shake your head and turn to your door, typing the code.
“you were staring at him”, she says.
“i wasn’t”, you say, your cheeks red.
“sure”
the door opens and you both walk inside.
“oh my god, y/n, it looks really good”
over the next fifteen minutes, you give her a tour of the entire apartment as she inspects everything, considering if this place is enough for her best friend. after she gives you her approval, you both move to the kitchen, the coffee maker humming quietly as it finishes.
once it finishes, you sit in one of the stools as jiah sits across from you, as you start talking about your work and your friends, just random gossip. then jiah takes a sip of her coffee and then a dangerous smile appears on her face.
“oh no… what?”, you ask her as you take a sip of your own cup.
“are you still thinking about your cute neighbour?”, she asks you.
you nearly choke on your coffee, “what? no!”
she starts laughing, “you totally are”
“i’m not”
“you were literally watching him walk away”
you shake your head, trying to hide your smile, but you fail.
“you’re impossible, jiah”
she rests her chin in her hand, “fine, maybe you’re not thinking about your cute, definitely hot, neighbour. you’re probably thinking about you cam guy”
your face heats instantly, “jiah!”
“what?”
“you always bring him up”
“because you’re obsessed with him”, she says, laughing.
“i’m not”
“yes, you are”
“no”
“y/n, you literally set alarms for his livestreams”
you groan while she laughs into her coffee again. to be fair, she’s the entire reason you discovered that world in the first place. months ago, she sent you a random link with a message that simply said “trust me” and the rest was history.
“you know, speaking of camboys…”, she starts saying.
“no”, you say.
“i found a new one the other day”
“no”
“this guy is-”
“jiah”
“just listen to me”
“i’m not interested”
jiah rolls her eyes, “you are so loyal to him”
“i’m not loyal, i’m just not interested”
“in anyone else but him”
you open your mouth, then pause and close it again.
her grin widens, “i knew it”
“oh, shut up”, you say which makes her laugh so hard she nearly spills her coffee, “i’m serious, jiah, i don’t need another one”
“okay…”, she says as she takes another sip, and then she leans forward, “but just so you know, this new guy does some absolutely insane things during his livestreams”
you immediately raise a hand, “no”
she leans back and sighs, “okay, fine”
but the mischievous sparkle in her eyes tells you she definitely isn’t finished with this conversation, not even close.
“and… have you ever thought about it?”, she asks you.
“thought about what?”
she tilts her head, “being a camgirl”
you pause mid-sip, the mug stopping just before your lips.
“… what?”
she shrugs, completely unfazed, “i think it would be cool, i’ve thought about it once or twice. you’ve never thought about it? like… at all?”
you set your coffee down, “i- no. why would i?”
she leans forward, her elbows on the counter, clearly invested now, “because it’s kind of hot”, she says simply, “i mean, the idea of people watching you, paint attention to what you do and them getting off to that”
you stare at her, “you’re serious?”
“completely”, she says, no hesitation in her voice, no joke hiding behind it, “i mean… i’ve thought about it, not like in a weird way or anything. it’s just… the control and the attention, the confidence. some people really like that”
you shift slightly on your stool suddenly aware of the conversation in a different way,
“i’ve never thought about it like that to be honest”, you say.
and the thing is, you find yourself not hating the idea either.
jiah smiles, like she expected that answer, and like she already knows the internal conflict you seem to be having. she moves to another thing, something about her neighbour being a pain in the ass, but your mind doesn’t fully follow because part of you stays stuck on what she said, stuck on it like it’s a thought you didn’t know you had until someone else said it first.
eventually, she checks her phone and sighs, “i should go”
“already?”
“yeah, i’ve got things to do”
you stand up with her, walking her to the door and hugging her once you reach it.
“don’t think too hard about it”, she says laughing.
“i wasn’t thinking about it”
she smirks at you, “yeah, sure”
then she leaves with a final wave and you close the door. you walk to the kitchen to clean the cups you used and then move to the bathroom to have a quick shower. once you finish, you go to your room and get dressed into comfy clothes, nothing too tight.
you are tidying up your room when you hear your phone, and you reach for it - the alarm.
the livestream.
you move to your bed, your body sinking onto the mattress and your heart already beating loud and fast against your ribs. you wait for a few seconds and then the livestream starts, a low rush of water echoing through your phone. you see him standing under the shower, the water falling over his chest and stomach. his cock is already hard, the precum already clinging to the tip before the shower rinses it away.
princessonline: holy fuck look at that cock
edgequeen: i think i just came from this
he laughs, reading the comments, “hi, everyone. i just came home from the gym and i couldn’t wait anymore. i knew you would all be waiting for me so i thought i could give you a show before i clean up”
his hand moves to his cock, wrapping around the base as the water moves down the length, making everything glisten.
you don’t hesitate this time. you take off your shorts and panties and then move your hand between your legs, your fingers moving to your already swollen and sensitive clit. you start circling it before you move two fingers inside your cunt, feeling how wet and ready you are. a soft moan slips out as you start moving them in time with his strokes.
cumslut: faster please
user69: fuck look at those thighs
his free hand braces against the wall while his hips roll forward, fucking his fist under the water, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with his low groans. your thumb presses harder against your clit while your fingers move inside you. you write a comment, your breath coming faster as your orgasm grows.
littlekitten: those thighs look so fucking good, i wanna ride them until i soak them
he reads your comment out loud and laughs, “ride them, huh? maybe i could let you watch me flex while you grind on me sometime”
the chat explodes with more comments and donations. he leans his head back, the water hitting his chest as he works his cock faster. you match his pace, your fingers moving deep inside you, the wet sounds of your own pussy and the livestream filling your bedroom.
“i’m coming now”, he says, “i want you right there with me”
your orgasm crashes through you the second he groans and comes too, his cock pulsing as his cum mixes with the water and then washes away while he keeps stroking his cock. your cunt spams hard around your fingers, your fluids flooding your hand as you come with a broken cry and a loud moan.
he slows down, giving his cock a few lazy pumps before leaning forwards just enough for that familiar smirk to fill the frame.
“i know today was short but intense, but don't worry, i’ll see you soon”, he says and then the screen turns black.
you lie there, panting on your bed, your fingers still buried inside you. you think about what jiah said earlier, whether you’d ever considered becoming a camgirl. the idea no longer feels distant, and instead, you find yourself getting wet again, your body already reacting to the fantasy of being the one on camera, being the one making others touch themselves and come while you spread your legs for them and let them watch, being the one in control.
maybe it’s because you’ve spent the entire night thinking about what jiah said yesterday or maybe it’s because every free moment since you woke up this morning somehow circles back to her words, but the idea follows you everywhere.
you being a camgirl.
it’s not that you seriously plan to do it, or at least that’s what you keep telling yourself, but there is something about it that refuses to leave your mind, something thrilling and reckless. the thought of being seen, of knowing people are watching you… it’s terrifying and somehow that’s exactly why you can’t stop thinking about it.
you know yourself well enough to know that if you keep thinking about it, if you keep thinking about every possible outcome, you’ll never do it. so instead of overthinking, you decide to do the one thing you never do, which is act first.
you will do it just once, just for tonight. if you hate it, that’s fine, you can turn your phone off and pretend it never happened. nobody has to know, nobody ever will.
but if you don’t try, you’ll keep wondering.
so that’s how you find yourself now, sitting on your bed with a black lace bra and its matching panties sitting high on your hips, your phone propped on a stack of pillows and your heart beating so hard you can feel it in your throat.
you stare at the screen, then at yourself in the tiny preview window and then back at the screen again. your palms are sweaty and your stomach twists nervously. this is ridiculous, you should stop and put some clothes on, you should definitely not be doing this.
no.
you wanna do this, you wanna try this.
you take a deep breath and then another one, trying to calm yourself down, trying to slow your heartbeat. your fingers tap against your thigh and you look at the button again, one simple press is all it takes to go live.
you remind yourself that nobody is forcing you to do this, that if you hate it, you can end it immediately, forget the whole thing ever happened, the world won’t end there. you repeat that thought several times until it finally starts sounding believable, then you straighten your shoulders, take one last deep breath and before you can change your mind, you press the button and then the livestream starts.
you’re live.
the frame shows only what you planned, from your neck to your thighs, no one can see your face. for the first seconds, the viewer count stays at zero and then starts growing slowly.
maknaeontop: new girl??
midnightwolf: nervous? don’t worry we’ll be gentle with you
you swallow, feeling your cheeks burning, and then you speak, your voice a bit shaky, “hi… it’s my first time”
you close your eyes and shake your head, already regretting saying that, and you wonder again if this was really a good idea, if maybe you should turn the whole thing off before you do anything else but then, the chat explodes with comments.
strongspear: take your time baby
quokkjone: already hard just seeing the lace
aussielord: don’t be shy we wanna see you
you had seen thousands of comments like this in your camboy’s streams, but being on the receiving end is entirely different. a donation alert sounds and then you let out a shaky breath. you bring your hands up, your fingertips trembling a bit as they trace the edge of your bra. you feel your nipples tightening further under the lace and you circle them slowly, the lace rasping against them and a soft moan escapes your lips before you can stop it.
artprince69: fuck that’s hot
dirtypup: that body is insane
aussielord: do it again
you can’t deny it, your can feel your clit throbbing under the lace, desperate for attention. you bite your lip as you slide one of your hands down your stomach until your fingers rest on the front of your panties, the lace there already damp. you press two fingers against your covered clit and rub in small circles, the sensation making your thighs part a little wider without thinking.
strongspear: push the fabric aside baby
artprince69: keep going, it’s driving us crazy
the donations keep going and you obey the second comment. instead of moving the lace aside, you slip your fingers underneath it, finding your puffy lips and your swollen clit. you bite your lip hard as you start rubbing yourself, the wet sounds barely audible but unmistakable. your other hand moves to your breast, pinching your nipple through the bra until it aches.
quokkjone: moan for us pls
you let the sound out this time, moaning loud and clear, your back arching as you keep rubbing yourself.
“i-it feels so good…”, you say, your voice huskier than you expected, “oh, f-fuck”
the chat goes feral and then you change your position, kneeling on your bed with your knees spread. the camera now catches your hand moving under the lace between your legs, the fabric shifting with every stroke of your fingers, and you rock your hips forward, grinding against your own hand.
maknaeontop: those thighs are perfect
aussielord: just like that baby, rub that pussy
midnightwolf: fuck i’m gonna come
you push two fingers inside you and then curl them, the wet squelch much louder now. your other hand slips under your bra, squeezing your breast and rolling your nipple between your fingers.
“i’m so wet right now… can you hear how soaked i am?”, you say, your voice trembling but trying to sound sensual.
your orgasm builds fast and hard, your thighs shaking now. you press your palm flat against your clit and grind, your fingers still inside you as you keep moaning, almost screaming.
dirtypup: you naughty girl you’re this wet for us?
midnightwolf: mmm you look so good baby
artprince69: those sounds… fuck
the pressure snaps and then you cry out, your orgasm going through you in deep waves that make your whole body jerk. your legs tremble as the climax crashes through you, and it goes on and on, your juices soaking your lace and your inner thighs. when your orgasm ends, you stay kneeling on your bed, your chest heaving and your fingers still deep inside you.
aussielord: that was so fucking hot
maknaeontop: when is the next one??
strongspear: don’t make us wait
you smile, even though they can’t see your face, “i’ll be back soon… i hope you won’t miss me too much”
you lean forward, showing the lower part of your face and you blow a kiss, feeling brave enough to do that, which seems ridiculous when you think about what you just did. then you end the stream and the screen goes dark.
you pull your fingers out of you and look at them, completely soaked, the proof that you definitely enjoyed this and that this is not going to be a one time thing, because you’re already wondering how soon is soon enough.
what surprises you the most isn’t that you actually find yourself enjoying doing the livestreams, it’s how quickly it becomes part of your routine.
one livestream turns into two, two turns into five and then before you know it, almost a month has passed. your account has grown steadily during that time - at first only a handful of people showed up and now there are enough names in the chat that you can no longer keep track of everyone.
it’s strange and also addictive, not because of the attention alone, but because of the confidence and the control it gives you, the knowledge that every person is there watching you because they want to, just like you do with your camboy.
you become bolder with every stream, more comfortable and confident, teasing your viewers and talking more, but you never take your bra and panties off. that remains a line you haven’t crossed yet, but you’re not opposed to it either.
you are walking around the city centre and you find yourself walking through a lingerie boutique, wondering which little number you should buy for today’s livestream. a month ago, you would have never entered a store like this, and now you’re looking through racks of lace and silk, getting ready to show yourself to strangers online.
the confidence still feels unfamiliar sometimes, but not unwelcome.
you end up leaving the store with a white set that caught your eye the minute you entered the shop, elegant and daring, not letting much to the imagination. you keep thinking about how it will look on you on your way home. when you reach your building, you see the lift doors closing, and you start running, trying to get in.
“hold it, please!”, you say as you get closer.
you see the doors sliding open again and you enter, finding your neighbour minho there, inside the lift. he looks up when you enter and he smiles at you the moment he sees you. you return the smile, the doors closing behind you.
“hi, minho”
“hi”, he says, his smile growing now.
you move to stand next to him and you feel your heart speeding up. for some reason it always seems to do that when you’re around him. over the last few weeks, you’ve run into each other several times - sometimes in the hallway, others in the lift like today, sometimes when one of you was leaving and the other was coming home, and that one time he ran out of milk and asked you if you had some left that he could take.
the conversations are always short, always friendly, but every single one leaves you smiling afterwards.
“so”, he says, looking at the shopping bag in your hand, “successful shopping trip, i guess?”
you look down at your bag and move it behind you, not wanting him to see what’s inside.
“well, i think that depends on your definition of successful”, you say, turning to smile at him.
his eyes brighten with amusement, “that’s not an answer”
“it’s the only one you’re getting”
he laughs softly and the sound makes you smile even more.
“fair enough”, he says.
the lift continues moving upwards and he speaks again.
“how are you settling in?”, he asks you.
“pretty well, actually”, you say, nodding your head.
“no more box mountains?”
you groan and close your eyes, “oh god, don’t remind me, please”
he laughs again, “i take that as yes”
“i still find random things in weird places”, you say laughing.
“that’s part of moving”, he says, laughing as he looks at you.
the lift reaches your floor and the doors open.
“so this is us”, he says.
“this is us”
you walk into the hallway together, and as you get closer to your apartments, you wonder what he does all day, who he spends time with, whether he’s seeing someone but then you stop yourself and scold yourself internally. those are definitely the thoughts of someone developing a crush, a very obvious crush at that, and judging by the teasing texts that jiah keeps sending you every time you mention him, apparently you’re not hiding it very well.
minho stops outside his door and you stop outside yours.
“so… see you around?”, he says.
“yeah, see you around”
he smiles at you again and then you both turn to your doors, typing your codes and going inside once the doors open. despite the new lingerie sitting in your shopping bag, despite the livestream you already have later that evening, the person occupying your thoughts as you close the door behind you isn’t your audience, it’s minho.
you groan softly, “get it together, y/n”
you make your way to your bedroom and toss your phone onto the bed and then you set the bag on the bed and carefully pull the new lingerie out, which is even prettier and bolder than you remember.
leaving it where it is, you head to the bathroom and have a shower, but even under the warm water, your thoughts keep going back to minho, his eyes, his smile. you tell yourself to stop but your brain ignores you and by the time you step out of the shower, you’ve accepted defeat, you definitely have a crush on him.
great.
you change into comfy clothes first, nothing fancy, just something comfortable to move around in while you finish getting ready for the livestream. you dry your hair and finish your skincare, even though you won’t be showing your face.
eventually you’re satisfied and everything is ready, all that’s left is changing. you walk down the hallway towards your bedroom and then you reach for the handle and turn it.
nothing happens.
you frown and turn it again, but still, nothing.
“what?”
you pull harder but the door refuses to move. you try again and again but nothing, the door stays shut.
“no- wait, no, no”
you shove your shoulder against the door and it rattles but it doesn’t open. you try again, a bit harder this time, but still nothing. a frustrated sigh leaves you because of course this had to happen now, when you’re getting ready for a livestream and you don’t have your phone with you, because you left it in your bedroom before.
you push against the door again and the frame shakes but the door remains closed.
“fuck… seriously?”
you try a different angle, then another and another one, but nothing works. you hit the door with your shoulder again and again until you hear a knock on your door. you walk towards it and pull it open, finding minho standing just outside your apartment.
“hey”, he says.
“hi”
he gestures vaguely towards the inside of your apartment, “is everything okay? i heard… a lot of noise”
you immediately know what he means and heat creeps into your face, “oh god…”, you say as you cover your face for a second, “my bedroom door is stuck and i can’t open it”
his eyebrows rise and he nods his head, “right… you want some help?”
at this point, your pride is already beyond saving, “please”
you stand to the side and let him in, gesturing towards your bedroom. he walks there and then tries to open it but, to no one’s surprise, nothing happens.
“okay, so it’s actually stuck”, he says.
“yeah, thank you for confirming i’m not losing my mind”, you say laughing, making him laugh with you.
he tries to open it again, but it won’t open. he spends a couple of minutes like that, trying different things, but nothing, the door remains closed. then minho changes his grip, braces one foot against the frame and gives the handle a sharp pull while pushing at a different angle and the door suddenly swings open.
“oh my god”, you say as relief floods through you, “you did it!”
minho steps inside first to make sure nothing else is stuck and when he turns, his gaze lands on the bed, and your stomach immediately drops.
the lingerie, completely visible and completely impossible to miss.
panic takes over you and you move so quickly you nearly trip over your own feet. you plant yourself directly between minho and your bed, as if your body somehow became a curtain. minho blinks and then very politely looks anywhere except behind you. he looks at the ceiling, the wall, the window, the door, just anywhere.
you’re sure your face is bright red at this point.
“it’s… i…”, you start saying but you stop because there is absolutely no explanation that doesn’t make this worse.
thankfully, minho rescues you, “i should probably go”
“yes”, the answer comes out much too fast and you clear your throat, “i mean- thank you”
his smile returns, gentle and thankfully not teasing, “no problem”
you smile at him and then walk him back to the front door, the embarrassment following you with every step you take.
“thanks again”, you say, smiling at him.
“anytime”, he says.
“so, i uh… see you around, minho”
his eyes meet yours briefly, “yeah, see you”
he leaves and you close the door and lock it. you lean against it and exhale, you refuse to think about what just happened, you refuse to think about the fact that minho saw the lingerie, you refuse to think about what he might be thinking now.
nope, absolutely not, you have other things to focus on right now.
you take a deep breath and then return to your bedroom. you pick the lingerie up and then change into it. you check the lighting and the camera angle, then the pillows, making sure everything is ready. when you’re happy with it, you sit on your bed, and you feel your heart beating a little faster than usual but you know this time it’s not because of the livestream.
you shake your head and exhale again, leaning forward to press the livestream button. the viewer count climbs fast and within seconds the chat fills with messages.
strongspear: hello gorgeous
dirtypup: our baby is back
maknaeontop: oh fuck i’m already hard
you smile even though they can’t see your face and then you speak, your voice much more confident than the first time you did this.
“hello everyone… i bought this set for you today”, you say, letting the words roll slowly off your tongue, “do you like it?”
you arch your back a bit, making sure your nipples are clearly visible.
midnightwolf: white looks so good on you
aussielord: you look like an angel
your fingers trace the edge of your bra, and then move to circle your nipples. you pinch one, rolling it between your fingers, and a moan escapes your lips.
“mmhm, i’m already so sensitive today”
the donations start rolling in immediately. you slide your hand down your stomach and press one finger against the front of your panties, the lace already wet. you rub slow circles over your clit, your hips rocking forward to meet your own touch.
“i’m wet just from thinking about all of you… watching me”, you say as you spread your thighs wider so they can see your hand against the lace, “can you see how it clings to me?
quokkjone: fuck yes
artprince69: moan again pls princess
you start rubbing yourself quicker, your moans coming out much louder now. you slip your fingers under the lace and then slide two fingers through your folds while your other hand pushes your bra aside to pinch your bare nipple.
“oh god… i’m dripping”, you say, “wanna see how soaked i am?”
you pull your fingers out and hold them up so the camera catches the shine, then you slide them back under the fabric. you push those fingers inside you, the lace stretching around your wrist as you finger yourself and your hips roll with your movements.
the chat explodes with more donations and comments and then, one username appears that makes your stomach flip.
leethighs: you look so fucking hot in that white set
your breath catches. leethighs, the camboy whose livestreams started all of this. he’s here, he’s watching you. heat floods your face and your pussy clenches around your fingers, knowing he has his eyes on you just like you do with him. you keep your voice steady, trying to stay in character.
“thank you, leethighs”, you say, a little smile in your tone, “i’m glad you like it”
you keep touching yourself, your fingers moving faster inside your cunt while your thumb circles your clit.
leethighs: as much as you’re driving me crazy with that outfit, it’s not fair that you get to see me naked but i can’t see you
he knows, he knows that you watch him.
leethighs: take everything off
leethighs: now
your heart pounds. he wants you to be completely naked. you’ve never done that, but the idea of it only makes you wetter, the thrill taking over. you hook your thumbs into the sides of your underwear and slide it down your thighs, letting it drop. then you reach behind you and unhook the bra, letting it fall away too.
the camera now shows everything from your neck to your thighs - your bare breasts, your hard nipples and your completely exposed pussy, already glistening.
maknaeontop: i can see her pussy lips from here
strongspear: i’m stroking my cock so hard
artprince69: those are the most perfect cunt lips i’ve ever seen
the chat goes insane and more and more donations come in. you spread your legs wider and one of your hands returns to your cunt. you slide two fingers deep inside while you other hand moves to your clit, your fingers rubbing circles there.
“f-fuck, i’m so wet right now”, you moan, your voice shaking with pleasure, “i’m going to come so hard for you”
you keep hitting that sensitive spot, your hips bucking against your hand.
aussielord: fuck yes
dirtypup: look at her tits bouncing
quokkjone: i’m cumming
midnightwolf: don’t stop baby
your orgasm keeps building hard and fast and then, before you even realise it, your walls clench around your fingers and you come, your body jerking as you cry out. you keep rubbing your clit and moving your fingers through it, drawing it out until your legs shake and your breath comes in ragged gasps.
when your orgasm ends, you slowly pull your fingers out of you, completely coated in your juices.
leethighs: fuck
leethighs: i wanna lick you clean
you feel yourself getting wet again at his words and then, you lean closer to the camera, letting it frame your mouth and chin and then you bring your wet fingers to you lips.
“oh? like this?”, you ask teasingly and then you drag your tongue slowly over your fingers, licking every drop of your own arousal.
you suck two fingers into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, making sure the camera catches absolutely everything.
quokkjone: FUCK
artprince69: that was so hot i just came again
maknaeontop: i wanna lick you too
you pull your fingers out with a pop and then bite your lower lip, “i’ll see you soon… don’t miss me too much”
you reach forward and end the stream, the screen going black once again.
you sit at your kitchen table with a mug in one hand and your breakfast in front of you as you try to think about what happened yesterday, about who was in the livestream yesterday.
you take a sip of your coffee as you think about him again, leethighs. the camboy you’ve been watching for months and the person who indirectly started this whole thing. he watches you, you.
you set your mug down and stare absently at the table, you can’t stop thinking about it, about him, about you doing the livestream naked just because he told you to, about you enjoying it more than ever.
the entire thing feels unreal.
you’re overthinking it, probably, you’re sure he watches dozens of streams, maybe hundreds, you’re probably not special. you shake your head and then stand up, taking your mug and plate to the sink, washing them before you move to wipe down the counter. and then, you hear your phone beeping.
you dry your hands and pick it up, walking towards the living room and sitting down on your sofa. you unlock the screen and then you see the notification - leethighs is live.
“what?”
you blink and check the time, then check the notification again. that can’t be right, he always follows a schedule, that’s why you have your alarms, that’s one of the reasons why his audience likes him so much, because everyone knows when he will be live.
but today isn’t one of those days, or at least, it isn’t supposed to be.
you open the app and sure enough, the red live indicator is sitting beside his profile and curiosity immediately takes hold of you.
why is he live?
you pull your legs up onto the sofa and stare at the screen, the livestream already running, and before you can talk yourself out of it, your thumb moves over to the stream button, ready to see what could possibly make him break his schedule for the first time since you’ve started watching him.
the stream loads and then fills your screen. he’s lying back on his sofa, wearing only a black t-shirt and tight grey boxers. the camera angle today is different, framed from his mid-thighs up to just under his nose and when his lips curve into a small, knowing smile, you think you’ve seen that smile and nose before, they look oddly familiar, but you push the thought away before you can overthink it.
edgequeen: schedule break??
user69: show us your dick now
cumslut: this is new
he shifts his hips on the sofa, the fabric of his boxers stretching over the obvious bulge between his legs.
“hello, littlekitten”, he says, drawing out your username, “i’m glad you’re here. i’ve been thinking about you since your little number yesterday. been hard ever since i saw you”
your stomach flips and you feel yourself getting wet instantly, your panties dampening as your stare at the screen.
“littlekitten, are you there?”, he continues, “say something for me”
your fingers tremble as you type.
littlekitten: i’m here, just surprised you’re live today
he reads it out loud as a small smile plays on his lips.
“surprised? i couldn't stop thinking about how hot you looked in that white lingerie, and then how hot you looked naked,,, how you licked your fingers clean for everyone… fuck, i’ve been hard all morning because of you”
princessonline: get naked already
cumslut: littlekitten made you break schedule?
your breath comes faster and then you slide your hand down between your thighs, pressing your fingers under your panties as you watch him.
littlekitten: take everything off
you don’t waste your time. he laughs and then moves the phone just enough to take the t-shirt off, leaving it somewhere behind him. then, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pushes them down.
“feisty one, aren’t you? it’s okay, i can tame you”, he says.
you see his cock thick and fully hard, the head already glistening with the precum. the camera is much closer than ever before and it catches every detail - the heavy length, the veins running along the shaft and the way it twitches slightly as he wraps his hand around the base.
edgequeen: holy fuck
user69: look how hard he is
princessonline: i wanna suck you off
you push your panties aside and slide one finger straight into your dripping pussy, then another one. he wraps his fist around his cock and strokes from base to tip, spreading the precum as his hips lift off the sofa with each stroke.
“you’re touching yourself now, aren’t you, littlekitten?”, he says, “i can imagine your fingers buried in that pretty pussy while you watch me”
you type with your free hand, your fingers still moving inside you.
littlekitten: yes… i’m so wet for you
he groans when he reads it and his hand moves faster, “good girl… keep going”
you spread your legs wider on your sofa, three fingers now deep inside you while your thumb circles your clit. your juices coat your fingers and drip onto the cushion beneath you.
“f-fuck, i’m… i’m close”, he says, the muscles in his forearm flexing as he jerks himself faster.
cumslut: this is so hot
user69: i’m dripping wet
edgequeen: he’s gonna come more than ever fuck
“come with me, littlekitten. i want you to come with me”, he says and that’s all it takes to break you.
your orgasm crashes over you and your thighs shake as your hips buck against your hand while you watch him come. his cock jerks in his fist and his cum shoots across his stomach and chest. he keeps stroking his cock, milking every drop while he groans your username again.
user69: this was so hot
princessonline: best livestream ever
he lies there breathing hard, his cum streaked across his skin and his cock still twitching in his hand. he brings the phone closer to his face, only showing his smile.
“as always, it’s my pleasure… and littlekitten, i’ll see you soon”, he says and then ends the livestream.
you don’t think too much of it, he probably means he’ll catch your next livestream. you close the app and then shift on the sofa, your panties completely soaked through and a bit uncomfortable now. you decide you need a shower, your thighs are sticky with your own wetness and you can still feel the aftershocks between your legs. you walk to your bedroom and get some clean underwear, some shorts and a t-shirt and then you head towards the bathroom.
the shower washes away the lingering discomfort from earlier and the clean clothes help you feel much better. your hair is still slightly damp as you walk down the hallway towards your bedroom and when you get there, you reach for the handle and turn it but to your surprise-
it won’t open.
again.
“you have to be kidding me”
you try again and the handle moves, but the door doesn’t.
“oh, come on”
you push, pull, push again, then pull again. but nothing, the fucking door refuses to move. you can’t believe this is happening again. after another few failed attempts, you let out a frustrated groan and run your fingers through your hair. your phone is thankfully with you this time but that doesn’t solve the actual problem.
you decide to ask for help this time so you go to minho’s apartment but the minute you’re there, outside his door, you hesitate briefly, and then knock. a couple of seconds pass and then you hear movement inside, footsteps getting closer before the door opens.
your brain immediately stops working the moment you see minho standing there wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
your eyes widen and for one horrifying second, your brain completely short-circuits and then you spin around so quickly you nearly lose your balance.
“oh my god”, you say, the words escaping you before you can stop them, “i’m so sorry”
he laughs softly, “it’s okay”
you refuse to turn around, “ugh, no, it’s not”
“y/n, it’s fine, don’t worry”
you hear him chuckling and then you risk a glance over your shoulder and you see he looks more entertained than embarrassed.
his hair is damp and a few droplets of water still cling to his neck. clearly, you’ve interrupted his shower.
“what happened?”, he asks you.
you immediately remember why you’re here, “my bedroom door”
“again?”, he says, a smirk growing on his face.
“yeah, again”, you say, laughing now.
minho laughs and then nods his head, “okay, just give me a minute to get dressed”
“that’s fine, i will wait for you in my apartment”
“it’s okay, you can wait here”, he says as he opens the door wider.
“minho, i don’t-”
“y/n, really, i don’t mind”
you look at him and realise he’s not gonna change his mind, so you sigh and step inside.
“okay”
the layout is almost identical to your apartment but some things are different - the colours are warmer, the lighting softer, there are books and pictures on the shelves and plants near the windows.
“make yourself at home”, he says, “i’ll be right back”
then he disappears down the hallway and a moment later, the bedroom door closes behind him.
for a few seconds, you simply stand there because you don’t want to snoop but then you start looking at the bookshelf, the pictures and books there. you do anything that can distract you from the thought that you’re standing inside your very attractive and hot neighbour’s apartment, the same neighbour who you have a crush on. your gaze drifts around the living room and then stops on the sofa.
something about it feels familiar.
you walk closer to it and then your eyes narrow when you see a black t-shirt thrown carelessly over there, as though someone took it off and left it there without thinking.
your stomach suddenly tightens.
no.
you take a step closer, then another one. the shape of the cushions, the colour of the sofa, you’ve seen this before.
not in person.
you’ve seen it on your screen.
mere minutes ago.
“no way”, you whisper, your breath catching.
your mind immediately starts connecting the pieces together and then the realisation crashes over you all at once.
minho, your neighbour, the sweet and shy guy who lives next to you, the man whose smile has been occupying far too much of your brain lately, the man currently dressed in the next room.
it’s him, he’s leethighs. your camboy, the same guy who told you to get naked the day before, the same guy you told to get naked minutes ago.
and you’ve just figured it out while standing in the middle of his living room.
“you’ve figured it out already, haven’t you?”
you turn around and find minho in the living room too, his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that same small and knowing smile you saw on the stream. he’s changed into a clean white t-shirt and black sweatpants that hang low on his hips. the fabric does nothing to hide the outline of his cock, already half-hard and pressing against his clothes.
he starts walking towards you, each step closing the distance until he’s right in front of you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“you know… i had my doubts from the moment you went live for the first time”, he says, his voice quiet but steady, “your voice sounded familiar but then the other day when i helped you with your door and i saw the lingerie… the same one you wore later on the livestream… fuck, that’s when i knew”
he takes another step towards you, his chest nearly touching yours now.
“i’ve been losing my mind about you since the first time i saw you in the building when you first moved in”, he continues, his eyes locked on yours, “and when i found your livestreams? fuck. i couldn’t stop watching you. i couldn't stop thinking about you, thinking about you watching me, and how hot you looked the other day when i told you to get naked”
his breath ghosts over your lips and your bodies are pressed together now, the hard line of his cock nudging your stomach through his sweatpants. one of his hands comes up to cradle your jaw, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
“tell me if you want me to stop”, he says, “right now. say the word and i’ll back off”
you try to speak and when you do, your words come out shaky but certain.
“don’t stop, minho”
his mouth crashes onto yours and the kiss is hard and hungry, nothing like the shy neighbour you thought you knew. his tongue slides past your lips and your hands fly to his hips, your fingers digging into his clothes as you pull him closer. he groans into your mouth, one of his hands sliding into your hair while the other grips your waist.
he walks you backwards until the back of your knees hit the sofa. you tumble down together, his body covering yours and the make-out turns frantic. your legs part for him, letting him settle down between them as he grinds his cock against your cunt.
he breaks the kiss just long enough to look down at you, his eyes dark.
“i told you i wanted to lick you clean”, he says, his voice rough, “time to make good on that, huh?”
his hands move to your shorts and he yanks them down your legs, tossing them aside. your panties follow, as he drags them down your thighs until they’re off completely, leaving you naked from the waist down.
minho doesn’t waste time. he moves between your spread legs, his hands gripping your inner thighs and pushing them wider. his eyes drink in the sight of your glistening lips, your clit already swollen and peeking out.
“fuck, look at you”, he says, “already dripping from me”
then his mouth is on you, his tongue dragging a long and slow strip from your entrance up to your clit. he groans at the taste and his lips closer around your clit as he cocks, two of his fingers entering you with ease.
your back arches off the sofa and one of your hands flies to his hairs, your fingers threading through the strands as he eats you like a man starved. he adds a third finger, stretching you, the burn mixing with the pleasure, as his tongue keeps flicking your clit.
“minho- i… fuck-”, you moan, your hips rolling against his face.
he pulls back just enough to speak, his lips shiny with your arousal.
“that’s it, say my name while i eat you out”
then he dives back in, his tongue moving faster, his fingers moving deeper. your juices coat his chin and drip down onto the sofa beneath you. he shifts, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to open you wider.
“f-fuck… m-minho!”, you say, screaming, as you arch your back again, “i’m- i’m close”, you manage to say, your voice breaking.
he doesn’t stop, if anything, he doubles down. his fingers move faster, pressing that special spot, and his tongue starts flicking faster too. your thighs start to tremble around his head as your orgasm, keeps growing and growing.
“that’s it”, he says, “come for me. now”
your hips buck uncontrollably against his face and then your orgasm crashes over you, your walls clenching around his fingers as you cry out. he keeps eating you out, gentler now but still insistent, drawing everything from your body until you’re shaking and spent.
he pulls back, his lips and chin glistening with you. he looks up at you from between your thighs, his eyes dark with need and hunger, and then he presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh.
“good girl”, he says against your skin, “just like i imagined”
you reach for minho and pull him towards you, your fingers curling into the front of his t-shirt as you move his mouth to yours. the kiss turns messy and deep right away, your tongue sliding together while your hands roam over his chest and shoulders.
he groans into the kiss and then breaks away just enough to smirk, his breath hot on your face.
“eager, aren’t you, little kitten, huh?”, he murmurs, that knowing smile still playing on his lips as his eyes flick down to where your hands are already tugging at his t-shirt.
you don’t answer with words. instead, your hand slips down between your bodies, finding the hard outline of his cock through his sweatpants and then, you wrap your fingers around it and squeeze, feeling it twitch under your touch.
minho’s eyes flutter shut and he groans louder, the sound raw and needy against your mouth as he kisses you again.
your clothes come off in a rush after that. you yank his t-shirt up and over his head while he shovers his sweatpants and boxers off, kicking them away, his cock free now. you sit up just long enough to take your t-shirt off, leaving you both completely naked on the sofa, skin meeting skin, warm and urgent.
minho settles between your thighs again, his hand guiding his cock to your entrance. he pushes in slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size, then he sinks deeper until he’s completely inside you and then you both moan at the same time.
“fuck… you feel so good”, he says against your neck, starting to move.
his hips roll in deep and steady strokes, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you as your hands grip his back.
“don’t stop… just like that, please”, you say, and he answers with a low moan, his pace picking up.
the sofa creaks under you as he fucks you harder.
“you’re so tight, f-fuck”, he says, his voice broken now.
“m-minho… i’ve… been thinking about this e-every time i watched you”, you say, your nails digging into his shoulders and he responds by grinding deeper, his pubic bone rubbing your clit with each roll of his hips.
he kisses you again, swallowing your moans while his cock drives in and out, stretching you perfectly.
“minho, i… i- i’m close”, you whimper against his lips.
he presses his forehead to yours, “me too… come with me, please, come with me”, he says, thrusting faster.
your orgasm hits first, your walls pulsing around him as you cry out, your hips meeting his. that pushes him over the edge and he comes with a groan, filling you as his body trembles with yours. you ride it out together, your bodies locked and shaking until the waves fade.
he stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath, then moves his head just enough to look at you. he brushes your damp hair from your face, his eyes soft now as he looks at you.
“you okay?, he asks you quietly, his thumb stroking your cheek.
you nod your head, smiling at him, “yeah… more than okay. you?”
he chuckles, pressing a slow kiss to your lips, “i’m perfect”
he leans in once more, capturing your lips again. his mouth moves slowly against yours, your tongues brushing lazily as his body remains pressed close to yours, the warmth of his skin seeping into you while his softening cock stays deep inside you, his cum leaking out with every subtle shift.
he moves back just enough to meet your gaze, a playful spark lighting his eyes now.
“you know… maybe we could do a livestream together sometime”, he says, his voice low and teasing, “you riding my thighs until you soak them like you said you wanted to do”
you laugh softly and swat his chest with your hand, the contact light and affectionate against his firm muscles and then you tug him down towards you again, pulling his mouth to yours for another deep kiss.
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summary: four ex-couples are brought together to test whether love can end, restart or transform. you’re not sure which path is yours yet - closure, a new beginning or the courage to try again
< part 13 | alternative ending >
“five more minutes”, you mumble against his chest, your voice still heavy with sleep.
seungmin laughs softly under you, one of his hands moving through your hair while the other stays wrapped around your waist beneath the sheets.
“mmhm, you said that ten minutes ago”, he says and you can tell he’s smiling.
“i know, but i mean it this time”, you say, getting even closer to him, and he knows you don’t mean it this time either.
“y/n, you have an interview in two hours”
you groan and bury your face deeper into him immediately, your arms tightening around his body.
“please, don’t remind me”
his chest shakes under you as he laughs again and then you feel him tilting his head to look down at you.
“you’re nervous”, he says, matter of fact.
“no, i’m not”
“yes, you are”
you sigh and snuggle closer to him, “okay… maybe a little”
“a little?”, he laughs, amused.
you lift your head just enough to glare at him weakly, “this is my future we’re talking about, kim seungmin”
his expression softens at that, like it always does with you now. one year later and he still looks at you like your feelings are the most important thing in the world.
“you’re gonna do amazing”, he says quietly.
you shake your head, “you don’t know that”
“but i know you and you’re amazing”
your chest warms at his words and you have to look away for a second because somehow he still affects you too much, especially now, after everything.
“i’m serious”, he says, “i’m sure they already love your book and they will want to publish it”
you sigh again, your fingers absentmindedly playing with his t-shirt, “but what if they don’t?”
“then they’re stupid”
you laugh at that, “seungmin!”
“i’m serious”, he says again, pulling you closer against him, “you’ve worked on this book for almost a year. you’ve stayed up all night countless times, just writing and then writing again when you didn’t like something. you’ve put your whole heart into this”, he says as his fingers brush gently against your cheek, “and i know you, and you don’t do things halfway”
you stare at him and god, you love him so much. and maybe the most beautiful part is that now you can finally love him without fear attached to it, without confusion or constantly feeling like he might disappear again.
everything that once hurt between you had healed slowly after the show ended. it wasn’t magically or overnight, no, but patiently, carefully, you two kept choosing each other again and again until it became easy, until loving each other stopped feeling terrifying or something that could shatter and just started feeling safe.
the show ended exactly a year ago, a whole year since seungmin walked through that white door and looked at you like you still were his whole world. you both left together that night, no hesitation or doubts anymore, you just left together, your hands intertwined while the cameras followed you outside for the last time.
two months after that, you moved back in together, back into this apartment that was your home together, then became your constant reminder of him when he wasn’t there, and now it’s your home again. but now you know what it feels like to lose each other and neither of you wants to go through that again.
your life together after the show has been beautiful - quiet mornings, late night convenience store runs, falling asleep tangled together on the sofa, cooking dinner together while played in the background, seungmin editing photos at his desk while you wrote beside him for hours in silence.
home, that’s what it became again, your home.
and now here he is beside you in bed, his hair messy from sleep and his eyes still warm and soft while he looks at you like you the most precious thing he’s ever had.
you groan and hide your face in his neck, “what if i embarrass myself?”
“you won’t”
“what if they hate me?”
“they won’t”, he says, quicker this time, no room for hesitation.
“what if i faint?”
at that he laughs again, much harder than before, a full laugh, bright and beautiful.
“baby, you’re being dramatic”
you gasp against his neck, “i’m not”
“you absolutely are”
you lift your head and narrow your eyes at him before you try to pull away from his arms.
“okay then, since you’ve decided to bully me this early in the morning-”
but before you can finish speaking, seungmin suddenly grabs your waist tighter and then, attacks his fingers dig into your sides mercilessly and you immediately shriek.
“seungmin-”
“what?”
“s-stop- n-no, please”
you break into uncontrollable laughter as you try to escape him while he just keeps tickling you under the sheets.
“minnie, p-please”
“no”, he says, laughing as much as you.
“y-you’re impossible”
“and you’re dramatic”
“b-but you l-love me!”
“i do”, he says immediately.
the words come so naturally now, so easy that it seems like they’re engraved in his lips. and it doesn’t matter that you’ve heard them a thousand times before, they still make your heart stumble every single time.
you stop laughing and look at him, seungmin looking at you the moment he sees you watching him. his hands slow against your waist as you try to catch your breath while he looks at you with those eyes that always undo you completely.
his fingers brush gently against your cheek and then he lends down and kisses you, making you melt against his lips. one of your hands slides into his hair while his arm wraps tighter around your waist beneath the sheets, pulling you fully against him. you kiss him again and again, your kisses mixed with your laughter every time one of you smiles too much against the other’s lips to keep kissing properly.
“i’m so in love with you”, you whisper against his lips.
he smiles, “good”
you laugh and pull away, “good?”
“yeah”, he says, kissing you once more, “good”
“that’s it? that’s all you have to say?”
“what else do you want me to say, huh?”, he says, leaning in trying to kiss you again but you just push his chest while you shake your head.
“i don’t know, something like you love me too or that you love me even more or something like-”
he doesn’t let you finish, because he leans in again and succeeds this time when he presses your lips together this time, making you smile against them.
“i’m so in love with you, y/n, you have no idea”
your heart feels so full it almost hurts so you do the only thing you can think of, you kiss him again and again until he groans against your lips and then collapses fully on top of you now, this time it’s his turn to cling.
“you know what?”, he mumbles, “actually forget the interview. stay here with me”
you burst out laughing, “oh my god, minnie”
“just five more minutes”
“you… hypocrite”
“please”, he whines, tightening his arms around you, “i’m just a man in love”
you laugh harder, your fingers sliding through his messy hair while he buries his face against your chest.
“you’re unbelievable”
“mmhm”, he mumbles against you, “but i’m still not letting you leave”
you smile so hard your cheeks hurt as your fingers continue brushing through his hair gently while the sunlight keeps filling the room around you. seungmin closes his eyes beneath your touch like he never wants to move again, like this is all he ever needed - you, your home together, in peace, finally.
the editor smiles at you from across the table and closes the printed manuscript carefully before placing both of her hands over it.
“i loved it”, she says smiling at you.
you blink at her, almost like you didn’t hear her properly.
“what?”
she laughs softly at your expression, “your book”, she says again, “i loved it”
you feel your entire body go warm and she takes the opportunity to continue speaking.
“you write emotions beautifully”, she says, flipping one of the pages open again briefly, “and the relationship of the main characters feels very real. painfully real at times i would say”
you let out a nervous laugh because if she only knew.
“there’s something very honest about it, especially the way you write about love after loss. most people usually write second chance romances like fantasy, but yours feels…”, she pauses for a moment, searching for the right word, “lived… real”
your throat tightens immediately because it was lived, every page and chapter of your book, every heartbreak was definitely lived. you poured yourself into this book when you didn't know what else to do with your feelings. when loving seungmin felt impossible when he left, when your heart had nowhere to go except onto paper, when the show felt too complicated to even exist there, when seungmin came back and loving him felt like something you could never escape from.
the editor smiles softly again, “we still need to have a final meeting with the rest of the team but personally? i think this has a lot of potential”, she says as you stare at her, still trying to understand that this is finally happening, “we’d really like to publish it, y/n”
and suddenly your eyes burn. you bow quickly in your seat, completely overwhelmed and not sure of what to do.
“thank you”, you say breathlessly, “really, thank you so much”
she smiles again, “we’ll contact you soon after the meeting, but you should be really proud of yourself”
proud.
you feel like you could cry there and then, so you just shake hands politely, bow once more and then manage to leave her office without completely bursting into tears - you don’t really know how you pull that off to be honest.
the second the door closes behind you, you grab your phone and immediately call seungmin, your fingers shaking as you do it, and he answers instantly, like he was already waiting for your call.
“well?”
you laugh breathlessly, “she loved it”
“what?”
“seungmin, she loved it!”, you repeat louder now, unable to stop smiling, “and she said they want to publish it”
there’s a second of silence and then-
“i knew it!
you burst out laughing in the middle of the hallway, hearing seungmin screaming and cheering for you on the other end of the line.
“i knew it, i knew it!”, seungmin continues loudly, “i told you, baby, i told you they’d love it”
your smile hurts now but you’re so happy, so fucking happy.
“she said they still need to have another meeting”, you explain quickly while walking towards the lifts, “but she said it has potential and that she wants to publish it and-”
“i’m proud of you”
his words make you stop completely and you stand there in the middle of the hallway, your smile impossibly bigger and your eyes finally letting some tears fall down your face. seungmin’s voice grows quieter after that.
“i’m really proud of you baby”
you close your eyes while your tears still fall, “i love you, minnie”, you whisper and he can hear the smile on your voice.
he laughs softly through the phone, “i love you too, baby”
you hear movement on his side of the call, the keys jingling you think.
“where are you?”, you ask him as you start walking again.
“i’m coming to pick you up”, he says and you hear the door closing.
“what?”
“i already spoke to minho”, he says, “we’re meeting all of them in like an hour anyway, so we have some time”
you smile instantly, “minnie”
“what?”
“you don’t need to come get me, i can go home and then we can leave together”
“i know i don’t have to, but i want to”
your heart melts completely and you can hear his smile through the phone.
“i’ll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes”
you laugh softly, “okay, i’ll wait for you in the cafeteria”
“okay… and baby?”
“yes?”
“you did it”
the words hit you harder than anything else today, because it’s true - you did it. you swallow quickly, then smile to yourself again.
“yeah”, you whisper softly while stepping inside the lift, “i did it”
you end the call and then the lift begins descending. you lean back against the mirrored wall, staring at your reflection while your heartbeat slowly calms. it’s crazy to think that it’s been one year since everything fell apart and somehow led you exactly where you were always meant to be.
you think about that version of yourself sometimes - the girl crying against windows while storms raged outside who was terrified of hurting everyone, the girl who thought love had become something painful and impossible for her.
you barely recognise her now, not because she disappeared, no. but because she survived and she finally found peace afterwards. the show changed everything for you.
it forced you and seungmin to finally face everything you had been too afraid to admit before - the hurt, the love, the fear, the longing, all of it. and somehow after all that chaos, after all the tears and the heartbreak, what remained was simple, you loved him and he loved you and your love survived anyway.
the show also gave you a new found family - lily, minho and han. they were the people you met in the middle of heartbreak and became your family afterwards. and lily and minho could both say the same thing, because no longer after the show ended, they started dating and now they’re looking for places to move in together.
you still see yuna and changbin sometimes too, but their lives are a bit more hectic than yours. you’ve seen them in occasional dinners and your birthday parties, and you text a lot, but still, they are some of the people you really want to keep in your life.
you saw yeong a bit more right after the show ended, but you’re not really in contact with her now. you think it might be because of minho and lily dating, so you don’t really blame her for becoming more distant now. feelings are feelings after all.
you obviously don’t see hae or haven’t heard from her, like… none, zero, nada. not that you’re interested in seeing her to be honest.
and chan…
your chest softens slightly at the thought. things ended peacefully between you in the end, painfully but peacefully. the last time you saw him was the day before the show ended, when you went to their lodge looking for seungmin and you found him there instead. he had told changbin he needed distance to move on properly and you understood.
you’ll probably always care about him in some way, but you know some people aren’t meant to stay forever in your life. some people arrive in your life to help you understand something before letting you go. and maybe that was what chan had been for you - a lesson, a comfort during a moment where you felt completely lost.
but seungmin… seungmin was your home, and he always had been.
the show gave you love again, your home, it gave you people who stayed and also, in the middle of all that chaos, your heartbreak became a book. a book that someone now wanted to publish - your dream, your love story, your second chance, your opportunity to love again, all of it became real.
who knows if someone could read your book and hope that it would be the same for them too.
the doors finally open downstairs and you start walking towards the cafeteria, which is much quieter than usual when you walk in. there’s soft music playing somewhere in the background and when you look to the counter, you see felix and jeongin working there, both of them workers there who you have met during the last months, whenever you came to the meetings and such.
the moment they see you, both of them straighten immediately behind the counter.
“and?”, felix asks you, his eyes wide and hopeful, “how did it go?”
you can’t even stop your smile before it spreads across your face again and apparently that’s enough answer for them because both of them react immediately.
“no way!”, jeongin says loudly, smiling big and bright at you.
felix gasps and then points at you, “they liked it!?”
you laugh again, still feeling like none of this is actually real and you’re gonna wake up any moment now.
“she said they want to publish it”, you tell them.
felix lets out the loudest scream and jeongin walks towards you, grabbing your shoulders the moment he gets close enough.
“congratulation, y/n!”, jeongin says.
“i knew it!”, felix says, walking towards you too, “i told you the last time you came here”
you laugh harder as both of them start talking over each other excitedly.
“this is so cool, y/n!”, felix says.
“you’re gonna be a published author”, jeongin says.
“a real author now!”
your cheeks hurt from smiling so much. the three of you end up laughing together in the cafeteria, while both of them just keep congratulating you and celebrating.
“you will have to sign my copy when it’s out”, felix says.
“no, you have to sign mine first”, jeongin argues.
“no, mine! i met her first, you weren’t here the first day she came!”, felix says.
“well, i met seungmin first so that’s 1-1”, jeongin says.
you laugh softly and shake your head. god, everything feels so good today, almost perfect, there’s no way this day could get any better.
felix leans back against the counter and smiles at you more softly after a moment.
“seriously though”, he says, “i’m sure you must have worked really hard for this, y/n, you should be proud of yourself”
you look down shyly for a second, “thank you, felix”
“i can’t wait to read it”, jeongin adds, “no, seriously, the way you talked about it every time you came here me want to read it and i’m not really a book guy to be honest”
you laugh, “that’s bad, you know?”
“yeah, really bad”, felix says, teasing him too, “we work in the cafeteria of a publishing house, you should be ashamed of yourself”
jeongin flips felix off and you start laughing again, shaking your head looking at the scene.
“okay, so before you two continue judging me”, jeongin says, gesturing towards the menu behind felix, “miss author, coffee? cake? tea? ice cream?”
you smile and shake your head again, “no, thank you. seungmin’s picking me up in a bit”
both of them look at each other and smirk knowingly.
“oooh”, felix says, smirking at you now.
“date night”, jeongin says.
“jeongin, it’s midday”, you tell him.
“and? love doesn’t know time”, you burst out laughing again, and he continues, “you’re disgusting actually, both of you”
“you’re just jealous of them”, felix says, hitting his shoulder softly.
“that would be correct but let’s pretend it’s not”, jeongin answers, making you all laugh again.
felix suddenly looks over you shoulder then and smiles brightly, “oh, hi”
you turn and there he is, seungmin, walking towards you with that soft smile already on his face. your heart reacts to it instantly, it always will. he’s wearing simple black jeans and one of his shirts you keep stealing from him in the mornings when it’s the first thing your hands can reach to cover your naked body after you made love until late hours in the night.
he reaches you and immediately leans down to kiss your cheek softly.
“hi, baby”
“hi”, you say, smiling up at him.
he greets felix and jeongin warmly, bowing politely while they start teasing him.
“seungmin, you’re gonna have a famous girlfriend now”, felix says, grinning at both of you.
seungmin looks at you proudly, “i know”
your chest melts but you don’t get to say anything before jeongin speaks this time.
“you better spoil her tonight, okay?”, he tells seungmin.
seungmin nods his head, “already planning to”
you laugh while jeongin groans again, “i hate couples”
“you’ll survive, don’t worry”, you tell him, all of you laughing.
after another few minutes of talking and teasing, seungmin reaches for your hand, naturally and effortlessly, like it belongs there, which it does.
“come on”, he says softly, “we should go”
you say goodbye to felix and jeongin while they keep yelling congratulations after you and then leave the building together. the second you walk outside, you turn to seungmin but you barely even get a chance to speak because he pulls you gently towards him and kisses you, properly this time, so slow and soft that it steals your breath completely.
you move your fingers to his shirt, curling there instinctively while he kisses you like he’s waiting to do that since the moment he arrived, even since the moment you left your apartment that morning. you melt into his lips, feeling like you could fly away at any moment, but his lips against yours are the only thing keeping you there. when he pulls away, you’re breathless, blinking up at him while he smiles softly against your lips.
“what was that for?”, you whisper, so out of it that you’re not even sure if you said those words out loud or only in your head.
“that”, he says, brushing his nose against yours, “was to tell you how proud i am of you”
“seungmin…”
“i mean it”, he says, “you did it, my love”
you look at him and then smile again, so hard it hurts your face, but you don’t care. he smiles too, that soft and beautiful smile that once destroyed you and now only makes you feel safe. then he intertwines your fingers together and starts walking slowly beside you.
“the restaurant’s close”, he says, “and we have time, so i thought we could walk there”
you squeeze his hand gently, “i’d like that”
he lifts your joined hands and kisses your knuckles softly before continuing down the street with you beside him, like he plans to do for the rest of his life. you honestly don’t think he’ll ever stop touching you whenever he can and you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it.
“you know”, he says beside you, “i think i need to start preparing mentally”
you look at him, confused, “for what?”
he sighs dramatically, and you know then he’s joking.
“for what felix said”, he says, “my girlfriend becoming famous”
you burst out laughing, “seungmin-”
“no, seriously”, he continues with complete seriousness now, or at least as much as he can pretend, “soon people are gonna stop us on the street”
“oh my god”
“you’ll become this huge author”, he continues, “and then i’ll have to protect you”
you laugh harder, “protect me from what exactly?”
“the paparazzi obviously”
“there are no paparazzi, seungmin”
“not right now, but there will be”, he says and nods to himself confidently, “i’ll become your bodyguard”
you snort, “you?”
“yes”, he says and squeezes your hand, “i’ll wear sunglasses indoors and stand behind you like this”
he suddenly straightens his posture dramatically and places his free hand on his ears like he’s listening to someone saying something and then scans the river like he's a security personnel.
you laugh so hard your stomach hurts, “you’re ridiculous”
“some would say i’m the perfect boyfriend but whatever”
“debatable”
he gasps softly beside you, “you wound me”
you shake your head while smiling helplessly and seungmin looks at you with that fond expression he always gets now whenever you laugh too hard, like your happiness is the most beautiful thing he’ll ever see. then his fingers brush softly against yours again.
“so”, he says more quietly after a moment, “what now?”
you look at him, “what do you mean?”
“the book”, he shrugs casually, but you know him too well, “what happens now?”
you narrow your eyes suspiciously, “you mean the story?”
“mmhm”
but there’s something in his voice, something much softer, almost delicate. you stare at him for another second before realisation settles inside your chest and you smile faintly to yourself because you know what he’s really asking.
it’s not about the book, it’s about you and him, about your future. the book had always been inspired by both of you, the characters and their heartbreak and then their second chance. anyone reading it would never fully know, but seungmin does. he sees himself hidden between the pages every time he reads it and now he’s asking you what comes after the ending.
“what do you think happens?”, you ask him softly.
he smiles a little at that. to anyone else it would sound like you’re discussing fictional characters but neither of you is really talking about fiction anymore.
“i think”, he says slowly, “the sequel should be less traumatic”
you laugh quietly, “yeah, definitely less traumatic”, you smile while looking ahead the river again and continue talking, “i think… that maybe they finally learn how to love each other properly”
seungmin’s face softens instantly beside you, “they already do”
your heart stumbles softly but you continue anyway because suddenly this conversation feels fragile somehow, much more important.
“and i also think that they…”, you say quietly, “they move to a different place, a big house this time”
“mmhm”
“with lots of windows”
“because the girl loves the sunlight”, he says simply but his words hit you gently, deeply, because you do love the sunlight and it’s something that you told him on your first date and he hasn’t forgotten.
you look down for a second because somehow after all this time he can still make you shy.
“and maybe…”, you continue softly, “they stop being scared all the time”
seungmin looks at you then, “they definitely do that”
you smile faintly.
“and maybe they get married eventually”
the words leave your mouth casually, too fast, you don’t even think about them, but your heart starts beating faster and seungmin notices so he tightens his hand around yours softly.
“yeah?”, he asks you carefully.
you try to act normal, “yeah”
“what kind of wedding would they have?”
you look at him suspiciously now because he’s way too invested in this.
“seungmin”
“what? i wanna know all the details of the sequel, i don’t care if they’re spoilers”
you laugh and pretend to think for a moment before you answer him.
“maybe something small”, you say.
“small?”
“yeah”
he thinks for a second and adds, “near the ocean”
your chest warms at that, “near the ocean, yeah”
“with terrible weather”
you laugh, “absolutely terrible weather”
“yeah, like a storm maybe”, he says, laughing too.
“that rings a bell”
he grins proudly and then after a moment he says something else, casually, but it’s not.
“and they would probably have children, right?”
you choke slightly, “children?”
“yeah”
you stare at him now and he’s trying so hard not to smile.
“you’re insane”
“what? i’m just brainstorming here”
“sure”
you both keep walking slowly beside the river while people pass around you and the sky shines bright above you.
“how many?”, he asks you.
“what?”
“kids”
you laugh in disbelief, “minnie”
“oh come on, this is important for the plot”
you shake your head while smiling helplessly, “i don’t know… maybe two?”
he immediately shakes his head, “no”
you blink, “no?”
“three”
you stare at him in shock, “three!?”
“yes”, he says, nodding his head.
“that’s a lot of children”
“it’s literally one more child”
“that’s still a whole person, kim seungmin”
he laughs loudly beside you, “you’d be beautiful pregnant”
your jaw drops immediately, “oh my god?”, he laughs even harder now while you hit his arm repeatedly, “you can’t just say things like that!”
“why not?”
“because… because you just can’t, okay?”
he’s still laughing while pulling you closer against him.
“okay, okay”
“unbelievable”, you say, shaking your head, but you can’t hide the smile on your face.
“but imagine it though”
you look at him and you can see he’s not joking anymore. there’s something softer in his eyes now, like he can actually see everything you’ve been talking about - a home, children running around, you beside him, all of that forever.
“what would their names be?”, you ask him quietly, before you can stop yourself.
his expression changes instantly because now he knows you’re imagining it too and the realisation makes him smile so softly it almost makes you cry just looking at him.
“well”, he says thoughtfully, “we would have two girls and a boy and-
“you already planned it?”
“obviously”
you laugh again, “how many times have you thought about this?”
“i’ve lost track to be honest”, he says smiling softly and looking down shy for a moment before continuing, “for the girls i like bada and soyun”
you blink and you can feel your heart getting warmer and you have to stop yourself from crying.
“that’s actually really pretty, minnie”
he grins shyly at you before continuing, “and for the boy i like yoojin”
somehow it becomes this whole conversation after that, and you go from names to schools to whose personality the kids would inherit to who should be the one reading bed time stories each night. and through all of it, both of you know what this conversation really is. neither of you says it out loud but every glance lingers for too long and every smile feels to knowing because somehow without directly saying it, you’re talking about forever and the beautiful part is that you both want the same version of it.
eventually seungmin looks ahead and suddenly brightens.
“ice cream!”, he says, pointing at something ahead of you.
you follow his gaze and spot the small stall near the path and start laughing.
“seriously? we’re meeting the others to eat in a bit”
“and?”
“and you want ice cream now?”
he looks genuinely confused, “yes”
you shake your head fondly and he just grins when you finally nod.
“okay, fine”
“wait there for me”, he says, pointing towards the safety railing surrounding the han river.
you smile softly at him, “yes, mr. bodyguard”
“see? you’re already respecting my authority”
you laugh while walking towards the railing and seungmin heads towards the ice cream stall still smiling to himself. you rest your arms against the railing and smile to yourself while watching the sunlight dance across the water. this, this right here, is everything you used to dream about when you were younger.
you think about the conversation you just had with seungmin, about the weddings and children and books and sequels and forever disguised as jokes, and you smile again because deep down, you know that no matter what your future looks like, it’s going to be okay because he’ll be there.
you hear your phone buzz in your pocket and you already start laughing before even checking it.
“unbelievable”, you mumble to yourself.
perks of dating a photographer, apparently. you pull your phone out and unlock it, already expecting exactly what it is - a text from seungmin, a photo to be exact. you shake your head fondly while opening the text and seeing the photo. in it, you’re standing by the railing with your back turned towards the camera, your hair moving in the breeze while the sunlight melts into the river in front of you.
your heart melts instantly because somehow he always captures you exactly the way he sees you, like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever loved.
you smile at the photo before your eyes drift lower and then freeze.
at the very bottom of the photo, slightly blurred but still visible enough for you to see it, there’s something in the corner of the frame.
a small open box and inside it, a ring.
your breath catches so suddenly it hurts and your eyes widen as your brain tries to process what you’re seeing.
no.
no way.
your heart starts pounding violently against your ribs and you look up from your phone, and then you turn around so fast your stomach flips and there he is.
seungmin, right in front of you.
on one knee.
the same ring box in his hands.
your breath leaves your lungs completely, “seungmin…”
his eyes are already glassy, red around the edges, emotional in that way he always gets when he’s trying very hard not to cry. everything feels blurred and distant now because all you can see is him, just him there in front of you.
you cover your mouth with both hands as tears flood your eyes, “oh my god, minnie-”
“baby”, he says quickly, already laughing nervously through his own tears, “please let me talk before i start crying too much”
you laugh helplessly, the sound breaking apart with your sobs while you nod your head rapidly. he exhales shakily and looks at you like you’re the only thing keeping him breathing, and maybe you are.
“i had this whole speech planned”, he admits, laughing breathlessly, “and now i can’t remember any of it because you’re crying and now i’m crying too”
you shake your head while tears stream down your cheeks and then he smiles at you, that damn smile. the smile that survived everything, the smile that once broke your heart and then spent a lot of time finding its way back to you.
“you know”, he says softly, “when we talked about the sequel just now…”, you laugh through your tears again, “the wedding, the kids… our future”, he says, his voice shaking, “i wasn’t really talking about the book”
your chest caves in completely, “i know”, you say, your voice not much louder than a whisper.
he looks down for a second, collecting himself, before looking back at you again. and there’s so much love in his face that it nearly destroys you, but it’s also enough to pull all of your pieces back together again.
“y/n… you are the love of my life”, he says quietly, and the world stops, “you always have been”
your tears fall harder and he continues talking, smiling at you.
“i knew it even back then”, he says, his voice trembling now, “when we first met and we were younger and stupid and thought love was supposed to be easy”, he laughs weakly, “but even when everything fell apart… even when we lost each other… even when i thought i ruined everything beyond repair… even when i thought i was going to lose you again…”, his eyes shine, “it was still you”
your knees feel weak as a sob leaves your lips.
“i tried so hard to survive without you”, he whispers, “but nothing ever felt fully right without you there”, he wipes at his eyes quickly with the back of his hand before continuing, “and then we found each other again”, your chest aches so painfully it feels beautiful, it almost feels poetic, “we went through hell to get back here, literally national hell”, he says with a shaky laugh.
you laugh loudly through your crying and he smiles at hearing it.
“but i would do all of it again if it meant ending up with you”, the sun catches against the tears on his cheeks as he whispers, “you’re my home, y/n. you’re my safest place. my favourite person. my best friend. my forever”, his voice cracks then, “and i don’t want a single future that doesn’t have you in it”
you cry harder at his words.
“i want all of it with you”, he says, “i want the wedding. i want the house getting too noisy because our kids inherited your personality and my inability to say no to them”
you laugh wetly and he laughs with you.
“i want to eat ice cream with you at midnight. i want to edit my photos while you write your books next to me. i want to wake up next to you when we’re old and we need to get ready to eat with our children and grandchildren too”
his tears fall freely now too.
“i just want you”, he says helplessly, “for the rest of my life”
you’re sobbing now, your hands still covering your mouth while your entire body shakes as you look at him.
“and i know we already found our way back to each other once”, he says softly, “but this time…”, he opens the ring box and the diamond catches the sunlight, “this time i never want to lose you again”, his voice breaks completely, “so, y/n…”, he laughs shakily through his tears, “will you marry me?”
you nod your head before he even finishes speaking.
“yes”, your voice breaks, “yes, yes-”, you laugh and cry at the same time, “of course i will”
his entire face crumbles with emotion, “really?”
“yes!”, you cry, “seungmin, yes”
he stands up so quickly he nearly loses balance and you both laugh through your tears before he grabs your face with both of his hands. your hands clutch at his shirt and you realise both of you are crying uncontrollably now.
“you’re really gonna marry me?”, he whispers like he still can’t believe it.
you nod your head desperately, “in every lifetime”
that breaks him completely and he can’t do anything else but kiss you right then and there.
nothing in your life has ever felt like this kiss. not your first kiss, not your kiss after you found your way back to each other, not the storm, not the heartbreak, nothing.
this kiss holds everything - every day apart, every chance, every “i miss you”, every fear, every apology, every moment you spent finding your way back to each other.
his hand shake against your cheeks while he kisses you like he still can’t believe you said yes, that you’re gonna spend your lives together. and at this moment, all you know is him and his mouth against yours and his tears mixing with yours and the sound of his shaky laugh when you smile against his lips becomes your favourite sound in the world.
“i love you”, he whispers desperately between kisses”
“i love you too”, you whisper in the same way.
and again.
and again.
like neither of you will ever get tired of hearing it.
he pulls away just enough to take the ring out of the box with trembling fingers and your breathing stutters when he gently takes your hand. the ring slides onto your finger perfectly and then he looks at it, looks at you, and starts crying all over again.
“oh my god”, he laughs breathlessly, hiding his face in your neck, “you’re really gonna marry me”
you burst into laughter through your tears and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, and then he lifts his head just enough to catch your lips with his again.
“i’m so happy”, you whisper against his lips, your voice trembling as fresh tears gather in your eyes.
seungmin laughs softly, his own eyes still wet as he presses his forehead against yours.
“i know”, he says, “i can feel your heartbeat from here”
you let out a watery laugh and hold onto him tighter, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt like you still need to make sure he’s really there and this is real, that after everything, after all the heartbreak and fear and almost losing each other forever, this is where you ended up.
together and engaged, still hopelessly in love.
“i love you so much”, you say and the words come out broken because there’s simply too much emotion inside you now to say anything properly.
his entire expression softens immediately, a softness reserved only for you.
“i love you more”, he says.
“that’s impossible”
“no”, he says seriously, wiping another tear from your cheek with his thumb, “you don’t understand. i’m obsessed with you”
you burst into laughter through your tears and he smiles at the sound and then his eyes widen.
“we have to go!”
“what?”
“we have to go”, he says again, “they’re waiting for us”
your brain takes a second to catch up and then your eyes widen too, “wait-”
seungmin starts laughing immediately because he already know what you’re about to ask.
“they knew?”
he tries to look innocent, “well…”
“kim seungmin”, he laughs harder while you stare at him in complete betrayal, “you told them!? you told them you were gonna propose?”
“i had to!”
“oh my god”
he grabs your hand again before you can walk away from him and presses another quick kiss to your lips.
“i didn’t tell them when i was gonna do it though”, he defends himself between laughs, “I just told them it was gonna happen eventually”
“ugh, you’re unbelievable”
“but i’m your fiancé now”
you freeze there and so does he, as the word hangs between you.
fiancé. your fiancé.
you both stare at each other for a second before breaking down laughing again because neither of you can emotionally handle that yet.
“oh my god”, you whisper, covering your face, “seungmin, you’re my fiancé”
he looks just as emotional hearing you say it, “yeah”, he says softly and then, quieter, “and you’re my fiancée”
your chest aches so hard it feels like your heart is physically overflowing. you grab his face and kiss him again, long and soft, smiling against his mouth halfway through because neither of you can stop smiling now. when you pull away, he brushes his nose against yours gently.
“i really did have this whole speech planned, by the way”, he says.
you laugh, “i know, minnie”
“no, seriously. i practised in front of the mirror when you weren’t home”
“that’s adorable”
“and it was good too”, he complains softly, “like award winning level”
you laugh harder as he intertwines your fingers again and finally starts walking with you down the river and this time you stay impossibly close to him. your joined hands swing between you while your other hand wraps around his arm, holding onto him like you never want even an inch of distance between you again. seungmin looks down at you and immediately melts a little at how close you’re standing, then he kisses the top of your head softly.
“when did you even decide to do it?”, you ask him after a moment.
he smiles to himself, “honestly?”
“yeah”
“i’ve known for a while now”, he admits, “but today…”, his fingers squeeze yours gently, “when you called me after your meeting, you sounded so happy”, he says softly, “and i just kept thinking about how badly i wanted to spend every version of your future beside you”
your eyes burn instantly again.
“and then we had that conversation about the sequel”, he continues, laughing softly, “and our fake definitely-not-real children”
“excuse you, they’re very real now”
he grins, “right, sorry”
“you literally named all of them”
“i did, yeah”
you laugh again while he just looks ahead, a proud smile on his face. then your expression changes and you gasp loudly.
“wait the ice cream-”
seungmin immediately bursts into laughter.
“you lied to me!?”
“i’m sorry, baby, i had to!”, he says as he doubles over laughing while you hit his arm lightly.
“you were never gonna get ice cream, were you?”
“no”
“oh god…”
“i’m sorry! i had to distract you somehow to ask you to become my future wife”
you cover your face while he laughs harder, “ugh, i hate you so much”
“no, you don’t”
you smile because, well, you obviously don’t, you could never hate him, not in this lifetime, not in any of them. as you continue walking towards the restaurant, seungmin glances sideways at you with a mischievous smile.
“you know”, he says casually, “you’re gonna have people fighting to be your maid of honour”
you start laughing, “oh god, you’re right”
“lily’s gonna get violent”
“she absolutely will”
“and han too”, he says laughing.
you snort loudly, “he can’t be my maid of honour, he’s a boy”
“and you think that will stop him?”
you stare at him, “yeah, you’re right, he would definitely do it”
you both burst into laughter just imagining it.
“lily would actually kill him, it would ruin the wedding”, you say.
“i think it’d improve the wedding actually”, he says.
you laugh so hard you have to stop walking for a second and seungmin watches you with the softest expression imaginable. when your laughter finally calms, he steps closer to you again, very close. his hand moves to your cheek and then the noise of the city feels distant again.
“i love you so much” he says quietly, but it’s as honest and certain like breathing.
your chest tightens at his words, “i love you too, seungmin”
he smiles and then lends down and kisses you again beneath the bright sky while the han river glows beside you and the city moves endlessly around the two of you.
and for the first time in your life, forever no longer feels frightening, because now you know exactly who you’ll spend it with.
a/n: and this, my loves, is how reader and seungmin's love story ends 🥹 we made it!! they're happy, together again and ENGAGED! howeverrrr... this is NOT the end of this series because there's ONE CHAPTER MORE: AN ALTERNATIVE ENDING 🫣 but i will tell you more about this in my next post because i don't want to make this a/n long so see you there vroooom vroooom
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Relationships: skz x gn!reader (ot8 - individually!) (no use of pronouns)
Genre: Mild stress, social media, established relationship, the boys made an oopsie
Summary: Your boyfriend interacted with your IG account, which would be totally normal, except he didn't realize he was on his main when he did it.
A/N: I love writing the maknae line, they're so different from each other it's so so fun. So glad y'all enjoyed the first part, here's the rest of ot8 paboracha LOL
pairing: stray kids maknae line x reader (separate)
genre: established relationships, fake texts, member is close with/talks to your family
warnings: implied close relationships with family in all. your mom wants you to marry seungmin (real). i don't think anything else but lmk if i missed anything you wished you were warned about :)
notes: I had to go back and change part of felix and jeongin's bc they called reader ma'am and i was like oops i got too much of me slippin in there lmao
summary: four ex-couples are brought together to test whether love can end, restart or transform. you’re not sure which path is yours yet - closure, a new beginning or the courage to try again
< part 12 | epilogue
you don’t remember falling asleep or how you even got to your bed last night, you only remember fragments of everything. you remember the sound of the rain against the windows, your wet clothes abandoned somewhere on the floor, your hands shaking while you curled into yourself beneath the sheets that seemed unfamiliar.
and thunder, you remember so much thunder, and it followed you even in your sleep.
you wake up the next morning with a pain in your chest so heavy that it feels like it’s gonna burst. you lie in your bed staring blankly at the window while the storm continues outside, softer now but constant, the rain tapping endlessly against the glass like fingers that refuse to stop knocking.
your body feels exhausted, your eyes burning and your head aching, and your throat is raw from all your crying. and then it all comes back at once - seungmin’s face, his voice, how he kissed your forehead, how he left and never came back.
you shut your eyes immediately like maybe you can stop the memories if you do, but that only makes them worse, because now they flash behind your eyelids in sharp pieces, quick and blinding like lightning splitting open the dark.
seungmin crying in front of you, his hands shaking as you held him, his voice cracking when he tried to speak, how he looked at you before he walked away.
you inhale sharply and sit up too quickly, pressing one of your hands against your chest like maybe you can physically hold yourself together before you come apart again.
outside, the sky is still dark with storm clouds. the sea stretches beyond the window, grey and furious beneath the rain, the waves crashing against the rocks below like they’re trying to destroy themselves. the ocean looks exactly how you feel, restless and wild, unable to calm down no matter how exhausted it becomes.
the rain slides endlessly down the glass, distorting everything outside into something blurred and fractured. the horizon disappears every few seconds beneath sheets of rain before reappearing again like a wound reopening.
another flash of lightning cuts across the sky and you mind flashes with a new memory again, seungmin pressing his forehead against yours as you both cried.
thunder follows seconds later, loud enough to shake the glass a bit. you stand up and walk towards the window, standing there barefoot while the storm rages outside. the sea below is violent this morning, the waves throwing themselves against the shore over and over again despite knowing they’ll break apart every single time, but you understand that feeling now.
another flash.
seungmin’s lip against your forehead.
another one.
the look on his face before he left.
another.
him leaving and not coming back.
and god, that part is the one that hurts the most. you squeeze your eyes shut hard as the rain outside grows heavier, hitting the windows as the wind howls somewhere beyond the glass.
the storm never really stopped last night, just changed, just like the storm inside you did. because even now, hours later, your thoughts still feel loud and impossible to escape from, and every memory crashes into the next one endlessly.
chan screaming.
seungmin crying.
your own voice begging seungmin to stay.
the terrifying feeling of his hands pulling yours away from his face.
you wonder if he slept at all, you wonder if he regrets coming back to kiss your forehead, and this last thought nearly destroys you again.
you press your forehead weakly against the cold glass window and stare out at the ocean while tears burn behind your eyes all over again. everything outside feels haunted by him somehow . the grey sky, the trembling thunder, the waves against the shore, the rain running down the glass in uneven paths like tears no one bothered wiping away.
even the sea looks heartbroken, and when a sudden crack of thunder splits through the air again, much louder this time, you flinch and another memory flashes through you so vividly it steals your breath.
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry”
your eyes squeeze shut at the memory. you can still hear his voice perfectly, still feel his hands on your body. you still feel the ache of him walking away and the devastation of you not running after him.
maybe this is what heartbreak really is, not just one clean break, but just surviving hundreds of tiny hauntings afterwards. the way someone keeps existing everywhere even after they leave, the way your body still reaches for them automatically, the way your mind keeps replaying every single moment together, the way love lingers in every silence after it no longer has anywhere to go.
outside, lightning tears across the sky once more, illuminating the sea in bright silver for half a second before darkness swallows it again. it’s beautiful but it’s gone too quickly, just like seungmin.
you hear the door opening behind you and you turn just in time to see lily stepping into the room and then closing the door. none of you speak at first, the storm fills the silence for you instead, the rain striking the windows while the thunder rolls somewhere far across the sea.
you’re still standing by the window when she looks at you properly, and the moment her eyes soften, your burn again.
“hey”, she says quietly, walking towards you, “how are you feeling?”
the question almost makes you laugh because you don’t even know how to answer it anymore, so you look away from her and just shake your head.
“i don’t know”
your voice sounds destroyed and lily’s face falls at the sound of it.
“come here”, she whispers.
she takes your hand and leads you back towards your bed. you sit down beside her, pulling the sheets tighter around yourself while the storm keeps raging outside the windows.
“you really scared me a lot last night”, she says.
you blink at her, “what?”
her brows pull together, “you don’t remember?”, you shake your head and she continues, “when minho, han and i came outside the bar… you were just standing there crying, full sobbing, i’ve never seen you cry like that, you were shaking so much, y/n”
the image of seungmin walking away from you flashes through your mind again and your breathing becomes uneven again. lily notices immediately and reaches for your hand.
“you couldn’t even talk properly”, she says, “han kept trying to get you to breathe and minho gave you his jacket because you were freezing and shaking”
you genuinely don’t remember any of that, you just remember seungmin leaving and then collapsing inside yourself after that. everything after feels blurred and fractured, like shattered glass you can’t piece back together.
“we brought you home”, lily continues, “but you just kept crying the whole way back”
your eyes fill again, “oh my god, lily…”
“hey”, she says quickly, squeezing your hand harder, “it’s okay”
but you know it’s not, nothing feels okay anymore. you press your palms against your eyes because the tears are coming too fast again.
“i can’t do this anymore. i’m so tired”, you whisper, your words coming out broken and shaking, “so so tired, lily”
her face crumbles when she hears you and she moves closer, wrapping her arms around you while you break apart against her shoulder again.
“i know”, she whispers, rubbing your back, “i know, love, i know”
“he looked so broken, lily”, you say through your tears, “and i… i’d never seen him like that. and chan-”, your voice cracks painfully, “everything just exploded and i- i didn’t know what to do and i-”
“you don’t have to explain it to me”
“but i hurt everyone”
“no”, she cuts in and you pull back to look at her, “no, y/n. what happened last night wasn’t your fault”
“but-”
“what chan did was wrong”, she says, her voice much firmer this time, making your tears stop for a moment, “look, i understand that he’s hurting too”, she says carefully and then sighs, “i really do. he likes you and watching all of this happen can’t have been easy for him either. but seungmin…”
she pauses and pulls your hair away from your face.
“y/n, seungmin has been drowning since the beginning of this show. he had to watch you get close to someone else while pretending he didn’t even know you”, she says, “he had to sit there every day acting normal while you were hurting and he couldn’t comfort you properly”, you close your eyes at her words, “and then last night… god”
you start crying again when she pauses.
“he loves you so much, y/n, so so much”
the words hit like lightning inside your chest and you cover your face as sobs leave you harder now.
“i know”, you cry, “i know”
you can still see him so clearly - his shaking hands, his red eyes, everything. you press your hand against your mouth trying to stop yourself from crying harder. lily lets you cry with her until the tears slow naturally, until your breathing steadies enough that you’re no longer shaking with every inhale.
“lily, i…”, you whisper helplessly, “i can’t keep doing this to him, “your voice cracks apart on the last word, “i need to talk to him, i can’t let him go”
she brushes your hair back gently, “okay, but you’re taking a shower first”
“no, lily, i need to see him”
“and you will”
“but- what if he leaves? what if he-”
“y/n, the show is ending tomorrow, and let’s be honest, he’s not leaving without you”
you look away from her before she speaks again.
“i’m serious, y/n, you’re exhausted and you’ve been crying for hours. take a shower first”, she says gently, “let me make you some breakfast. let your body calm down for… ten minutes before you go and talk to him, okay?”
you look at her again and try to shake your head, but she’s right, you’re exhausted.
“i promise you you’re not gonna lose him”, she says, “please”
you want to run out of the house and find seungmin immediately but you just nod your head and smile softly at her. she pulls you into a hug and then you both stand up, before she leaves your room and you walk to the bathroom to take a shower.
the hot water falls against your skin while your thoughts continue spinning in your head, too loud to drown even beneath the sound of the water from the shower and the storm outside. you lean one hand against the wall and close your eyes as steam curls around you, but every time you do, you see seungmin again.
when you finally leave the bathroom, you get dressed quickly in a hoodie and some shorts and then leave your room, the smell of food reaching you from downstairs. you walk there and find lily with minho and han in the kitchen. han is standing near the stove holding a spatula while minho looks one second away from taking it away from him forever.
“han…”, minho sighs.
“what? i’m not doing anything wrong”, han says, his eyes widening as he turns towards minho but minho just stares at him.
“hi..”, you say, feeling shy all of a sudden, and your voice much lower than you wanted to.
“hi”, han says when he sees you, the three of them looking at you with soft and tender faces when they see you, “how are you? well, i know the answer but still-”
“i know”, you say, laughing a bit, but there’s no humour in your voice, “i’m… well, i’m bad”, you say, answering honestly
minho walks towards you and pulls out a chair for you, “come on, sit down and eat something”
you do and then reach for the coffee that lily places in front of you, warming you up instantly. you stare at your cup for a moment before you speak again.
“thank you”, the three of them look at you, “for last night, even if i apparently don’t remember any of it”
“you really scared us, y/n”, han says.
minho nods his head, “yeah, but you don’t have to thank us for helping you. you’re our friend, we wanted to help you”
lily sits down next to you and squeezes your arm gently, you’ve found it’s her way of telling you she’s there for you. you look at her and your eyes start burning again, so you look down at the coffee again before you start crying. you drink your coffee quickly and by the time you finish, the rain has stopped. the clouds still hang low and dark, heavy with another storm waiting to happen, but the world outside the lodge is no longer drowning.
“i’m gonna go now”, you say as you stand up.
lily looks at you, “do you want one of us to go with you?”
you shake your head, “no, i need to do this alone”
she reaches for your hand and then squeezes before she lets you go, then you turn to look at the boys, who are still fighting with the stove, trying not to destroy the kitchen.
“good luck”, han says as minho smiles at you.
you smile at them and then walk towards the entrance, putting on your shoes and then leaving the house. as you walk to the other lodge, you can smell the wet pavement and sea salt in the air, which is cold against your skin. the water still drips from some of the rooftops you pass on your way there as well as from the trees around you. you can hear distant thunder rolling somewhere beyond the cliffs, the storm waiting to begin again.
your heart beats harder with every step you take and when you reach the lodge, your hands are trembling again. you type the code into the lock and then the door opens. you barely even close the door behind you before heading straight towards seungmin’s room, but when you get there and you knock on the door, there’s no answer. you wait a second longer and knock again, but still, nothing.
“seungmin?”
silence.
you knock again and when there’s no answer this time either, you open the door and step inside. the room is completely empty, the bed still unmade.
“seungmin?”, you ask the empty room, but still, nothing.
you move towards the bathroom that’s connected to the room and knock before opening the door when you don’t get an answer here either.
it’s empty as well, and your heartbeat starts speeding up harder now.
where is he?
you turn and leave the bathroom, anxiety beginning to crawl painfully up your throat, your hands trembling again. but just when you leave his room and close the door, you find chan in the hallway.
you both freeze, he wasn’t expecting to see you there, and you, in your rush to see seungmin and talk with him, hadn’t thought about the possibility of seeing chan there. his face changes when he sees you standing there, nervous and breathless and clearly searching for someone else, someone that’s not him.
you swallow hard, you honestly don’t wanna talk to him now, but you need to find seungmin, and your mind prioritises that.
“do you know where seungmin is?”
chan hesitates, then shakes his head, “no”
you nod your head, “okay”
you move to walk past him, too focused on finding seungmin, too focused on talking to him, but chan speaks again before you can leave.
“y/n”
you stop but don’t turn around, you stay with your back turned towards him.
“i… i need to talk to you”, he says, his voice shaking and much lower than you’ve ever heard him.
you close your eyes and sigh, shaking your head, “i can’t do this right now, chan, i need to find seungmin”
you try to walk away again.
“please”, he says, and something in his voice makes you stop, “i… i’m sorry”
slowly, your turn around to look at him and he’s still standing in the middle of the hallway. his hair is messy like he’s been running his hands through it for hours and there are dark circles beneath his eyes that weren’t there these past few days. for the first time since you met him, he doesn’t look calm and sure of himself. he looks completely heartbroken.
the silence stretches between you quietly while distant thunder rolls somewhere outside again, then he exhales and looks down at the floor before speaking again.
“y/n, i’m really sorry about last night, about everything i said”, his jaw tightens after that, like even hearing himself say it hurts, “i shouldn't have done that. i shouldn’t have pushed you like that in front of everyone”, his eyes lift to yours finally, “and I shouldn't have gone after seungmin the way i did”
the guilt in his face makes your chest ache, then, he laughs under his breath, but there’s nothing amused about it.
“i think i just…”, he stops for a second, trying to find the words, “i think i kept telling myself i could handle it. but then, the dates yesterday, and seeing you coming with him… you looked so happy, y/n. and i know that shouldn't have made me angry, but it did”, his voice cracks a little after that, "because i realised i was sitting there watching the person i like finding her way back to the person she has been in love with all this time”
you inhale sharply and your eyes start blurring again, but chan shakes his head when he notices.
“no, don’t-”, he says, “please, don’t look at me like that. i’m not saying this to make you feel guilty”
“chan…”
“i’m not…”, he repeats softly and then swallows hard, “i just… i think something in me snapped yesterday”, you stare at him while he struggles through the words, “and i just kept watching you both, and i knew”, his eyes meet yours again then, “i think i knew before you did”
he gives you a small smile after that, but it looks so sad that it breaks something inside you.
“how you looked at him yesterday…”, he says quietly, “well, how you’ve looked at him since the beginning if i’m honest”, your eyes burn and a couple of tears run down your face, “and then seeing him look at you in the same way”, he exhales shakily, “i think i was just in denial, i didn’t wanna admit even to myself that i had lost before i ever really had a chance”
the words hurt so much you almost physically feel them inside your chest and you shake your head immediately.
“no”
chan smiles again, this time weaker, “y/n, it’s okay”
“no, no it’s not”, your voice breaks a bit, “you didn’t deserve that”
his expression softens as he keeps looking at you, “you don’t have to defend me right now, y/n”
“i’m not defending what happened”, you say, “what you did last night wasn’t okay”
he nods his head, “i know”
“but…”, your voice weakens, “i think i understand why you exploded”
because the truth is ugly sometimes but it’s also human.
“this show… it has been pulling all of us apart for weeks”, you lower your eyes for a second before you continue, “and i should apologise too”
chan’s brows pull together, “what?”
you force yourself to continue anyway, “i gave you false hope”
“no, you didn’t”
“i did, chan, i just… didn’t realise it at the time”, he watches you while you struggle to find the right words, “i thought i was just trying to move on, that i was meeting someone else, and when i was with you…”, you smile sadly, your throat burning painfully, “things felt easy, “his eyes soften when he hears you saying that, “you made me feel calm, safe… even happy”
your confession clearly hurts him and comforts him at the same time.
“and i think part of me wanted that so badly that i kept trying to believe it was enough”, you swallow before you continue, “but my feelings for seungmin never actually disappeared. i’m sorry”
chan closes his eyes briefly after hearing your words, like he’s finally accepting something he already knew, and when he opens them again, they look shinier than before.
“y/n, you don’t need to apologise for loving someone”, he says quietly.
your tears start falling again, guilt twisting painfully inside you, “but i hurt you, i hurt both of you”
“you know”, he starts, taking a step closer to you, but that’s it, that’s the closest he will get to you now, “i think that’s the problem with this show, or one of them at least”, he laughs softly, making you laugh too, “it makes everyone feel guilty for being human, for feeling”
maybe he’s right, maybe all of you have spent so long trying to avoid hurting each other that you forgot feelings don’t always happen cleanly, they don’t happen how you plan them.
chan looks at you for another moment and then smiles faintly again, “i really hope you can be happy, y/n”
the sincerity in his voice nearly breaks you, because you can see he clearly isn’t okay right now, but he’s still saying it anyway.
your vision blurs slightly again, “i hope you can be happy too, chan”
he laughs softly through his nose, “i will”
you both stand there quietly after that, two people at the end of something that never started, not enemies or strangers, just two people who found each other at the wrong time maybe.
thunder rumbles outside again, getting louder now, the next storm coming.
chan notices you, your hands tightening around the sleeves of your hoodie and this time, instead of pain crossing his face, something softer does - acceptance.
“go and find him, before he loses his mind completely”, he says. smiling faintly despite everything.
you look at him one last time before nodding softly and then you turn and walk away, your heartbeat growing louder with every step as you go searching for seungmin, as you finally leave chan behind. when you step outside the lodge, the wind hits you so hard it makes you stop for a moment. the storm is coming back, and you can feel it everywhere, and your heart is already beating too fast.
seungmin.
his name repeats inside your head over and over again while you hurry down the wet street, your hands shaking as you pull your phone out and call him. once, twice, three times, but nothing, the line doesn’t even ring properly. it says that the person you are calling is unavailable.
“no, no, no, no…”
you try again while you start walking faster, but still nothing, and the fear inside you starts growing and then spreads through your body like ice water. you know him and something feels wrong.
you walk faster, then even faster, almost running now, the streets blurring around you while thunder cracks loud overhead. the storm had waited just long enough for you to start searching for seungmin and now it finally breaks open completely. the rain starts falling hard and cold, and within seconds, your hair is soaked and your hoodie sticks to your skin, but you barely notice it.
you keep calling him, still unavailable.
“please, seungmin, please pick up”
the words leave your mouth brokenly while you hurry down the streets towards the beach.
that’s it, the beach.
of course.
that place had always been yours, you loved going there, you always ended up there somehow. you remember late nights sitting on the sand together sharing ramen from the convenience store nearby, you remember seungmin taking photos of the sea while pretending not to take photos of you too. you remember seungmin laughing while waves soaked both of your shoes because you kept walking too close to the water, and you also remember him kissing you there once during another storm years ago.
your chest hurts so bad now you almost can’t breathe.
you start running as the rain grows heavier and thunder shakes the sky again. you hear some cars passing somewhere nearby but everything is blurred by your panic and the rain and all of your memories. your shoes splash against puddles while your fingers keep trembling around your phone.
call failed.
again.
again.
“fuck-”
your voice cracks apart and when you finally reach the beach, you’re breathing so hard your lungs burn. the ocean looks brutal and savage today - huge waves crash against the shore beneath the dark sky while the rain lashes against the sand almost sideways because of the wind. the entire beach looks endless and terrifying, even though you’ve been there countless times before.
your eyes start searching everywhere - the shore, the rocks, the port further away, but nothing, no sign of him.
“seungmin!”
your voice disappears into the storm and then you start walking faster across the wet sand, then running again.
“kim seungmin!”
nothing answers back except thunder. panic climbs higher inside your throat and you call his phone again while turning in circles desperately, trying to see through the rain.
unavailable.
your breathing starts breaking apart completely now.
“seungmin!”
this time you scream it even louder than before, more desperate, but the wind tears the sound away. you keep moving along the shore, the rain blurring your vision while fear starts becoming something uglier now, something unbearable. your mind begins thinking things you don’t want to think, but then, you stop, your entire body freezes.
something is lying near the water, half soaked by the waves, and your stomach drops. at first your brain can’t process what you’re seeing through the rain, then lightning flashes across the sky and you realise what it is.
clothes.
someone’s clothes, abandoned near the shoreline, dangerously close to where the waves keep crashing forward again and again.
your heartbeat stops because you know those clothes, you would recognise those clothes anywhere. you run towards them so fast you nearly fall, the rain lashing against your face while your shoes sink into the wet sand, your breathing already breaking apart before you even reach them.
“no, please no, it- it can’t be”
your hands shake as you drop to your knees beside the pile and when you touch the dark fabric, your entire body goes cold. it’s seungmin’s jacket, you had seen him wear it a hundred times before, you had even worn it sometimes, when you went out and it was cold and you didn’t bring a jacket with you.
your fingers tremble harder as you grab it desperately, turning it over quickly until you find something heavy in the pocket - his phone. you pull it out and press the button with shaking hands, but nothing, it’s turned off.
“no…”, you say, the word barely leaving your mouth now.
you look around wildly, the shore, the rocks, but nothing, no one’s there.
“seungmin!”
the waves crash harder against the shore and you stand up too fast, almost stumbling while panic explodes completely inside your chest now, you feel like you’re gonna faint any minute now. you bring his jacket to your chest and your fingers clutch it so tightly your knuckles ache.
“kim seungmin!”
nothing, only thunder and rain, only the sea destroying itself in front of you. and then, your eyes move towards the water, towards the dark ocean stretching beneath the storm, and you feel the air leaving your lungs because your mind finally says the thing you had been trying not to think.
“no…”
your voice breaks and the jacket slips from your fingers, falling back onto the sand beside his phone. then you start running, straight towards the ocean. you don’t even think or stop to breathe, you don’t even take your shoes off. you just run into the freezing water while screaming his name, your voice completely destroyed by panic now.
“seungmin!”
the waves crash against your legs immediately, soaking you further while the storm roars overhead.
“seungmin!”
you keep moving deeper, the water pushing hard against your body, but you’re so out of it that you barely feel it. you’re crying now, but you don’t realise that either. you only notice when your screams start breaking apart completely.
“please! seungmin!”
thunder cracks violently across the sky and the rain falls harder now. your chest hurts so much you think you might collapse right there into the ocean.
“kim seungmin!”
and then, somewhere behind you-
“y/n!”
your entire body jerks and you turn so fast you nearly lose balance in the water. and there, on the sand-
seungmin.
running towards you.
your breath leaves your lungs so sharp it hurts and you see him, sprinting across the sand desperately, completely soaked from the rain, his face pale with terror as he screams your name again.
“y/n!”
you start sobbing because he’s there, he’s there and alive and well. you see something fall from his hands onto the sand while he runs towards you, but you don’t care enough to wonder what it is because the only thing your body understands now is him.
“seungmin!”
you start running towards him too, the water fighting against your legs while your vision blurs from your tears and the rain, but none of it matters because he keeps getting closer to you, closer and closer, until finally-
you crash into him so hard you almost both fall.
seungmin catches you immediately with a broken sound leaving his throat, his arms wrapping around you desperately while your hands grab fistfuls of his soaked t-shirt like you’re terrified something will happen to him if you let go.
“oh my god, seungmin-”
you can’t breathe, you can’t think, you just hold onto him while your body shakes against his.
“what were you doing?”, he sobs into you, “y/n? what were you thinking?”
he’s crying just like you, but you pull back just enough to push at his chest desperately, while you start sobbing harder.
“i was looking for you!”, your voice cracks as you say those words, “i thought something had happened to you”
seungmin stares at you breathlessly, the rain dripping down his face while panic still fills his eyes too.
“i-i went to your lodge and you weren’t there… and then i kept calling you but you never answered and then i came here and i… you… i saw your jacket… you left it here with your phone and i thought-”, a sob interrupts you violently, “i thought-”
you can’t even say it, and your breathing becomes uneven as you try to push the words out, but you can’t, your sharp panicked gasps won’t fully reach your lungs while your tears mix with the rain on your face.
“seungmin, i couldn’t find you”, you cry, “i called you so many times and you didn’t answer and i thought you-”
“hey, hey-”, seungmin says as he grabs you face, “hey, y/n breathe”
but you just can’t, everything is too much right now.
“you scared me!”, you nearly scream at him now, your voice completely shattered, “you scared me so bad-”
and then seungmin pulls you against him again, one of his hands pressing against the back of your head while the other wraps tightly around your waist, holding you so close you can barely breathe through the crushing relief of it.
“i’m here”, he says shakily against your wet hair, “i’m here, baby, i’m here”
the nickname destroys you further and you break down against his chest. your fingers clutch the back of his t-shirt while thunder shakes the sky again above you, but this time you don't care because he’s here, he’s here with you. seungmin keeps holding your head against his chest while you cry uncontrollably, his own tears falling down his face too.
“i’m sorry”, he whispers, his voice broken just like yours, “i’m so sorry, baby”
you shake your head against his chest, unable to stop crying. your body still trembles from fear and adrenaline while he keeps one hand protectively around your head like he’s trying to shield you from the entire storm itself, and when you cling to him harder, he holds you even closer.
you stand there in the middle of the storm, shaking in each other’s arms while the rain pours over both of you, and every time your grip loosens even slightly, his arms tighten around you, bringing you closer.
thunder cracks above the ocean again and suddenly everything inside you finally breaks. a sob tears out of your chest so violently it almost folds you in half and seungmin immediately pulls back just enough to look at you.
“baby-”
“I’m exhausted”, you cry, you face crumpling while your tears keep falling faster than you can breathe through them, “i’m so fucking tired, seungmin…”, he opens his mouth to speak but you just shake your head, “i can’t do this anymore. i can’t keep hurting you and myself and everyone around us and i-”
“hey-”
“i’m sorry”, you say, “i’m so sorry”, rainwater runs down both of your face while the storm screams around you, “i’m sorry i made you cry and for every second you spent thinking i didn’t love you anymore because i do, oh god i love you so much seungmin-”, your voice breaks and you struggle to push the next words out but you do it anyway, because you need to, “i never stopped loving you, seungmin”
his face changes when you say that, like something inside him physically aches hearing that, and then your hands grab onto his soaked t-shirt harder.
“i tried-”, you whisper through sobs, “i tried to move on and i would just tell myself that we could be friends, have a good memory of us. and then chan was there and i was confused because you were there too but you weren’t actually there and i don’t know-”, you shake your head desperately, knowing you’re not making any sense, “but every time something happened, every time i laughed or smiled or wanted to talk to someone or wanted to be with someone, i kept looking for you. every single time”, you look at him, his eyes red and his tears still falling, “you’re still the person i look for first”
the storm crashes violently behind you, the waves breaking against the shore as the wind screams through the air, but seungmin just stands there, looking at you like the whole world stopped moving entirely.
“i love you, seungmin”, you sob finally, the words leaving your mouth like they’ve been trapped there since the moment you two broke up, “i love you so much and i never stopped and i’ve been trying to survive without you this whole time instead of actually living”
seungmin closes his eyes and you start crying harder, if that’s even possible at this point.
“and… maybe i ruined everything”, you whisper brokenly, “maybe i messed this up too much and maybe you hate me now for getting close to chan and maybe you don’t even want me anymore and i honestly would understand if you didn’t because i hurt you so much and i-”
“stop”, he says as he grabs your face firmly with both of his hands, like he needs you to really look at him and understand what he’s gonna say, “don’t say that again, you hear me?”
his voice breaks apart halfway through the sentence and rain rips from his hair onto his cheeks while his eyes search yours.
“there is nothing”, he says shakily, “nothing you could ever do that would make me hate you, do you hear me?”, his thumb trembles against your skin, “you are the love of my life”
the words destroy whatever was left of you and fresh tears spill down your cheeks immediately.
“i tried to survive without you too”, he continues, his voice barely a whisper now, “and it was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me”, he shakes his head, his eyes burning as he looks at you, “when we broke up, i thought i was doing the right thing. i thought that maybe if i let you go, you’d become happy again”, a broken laugh leaves him and his forehead drops against yours, “but every single day without you felt wrong. i kept reaching for my phone to text you and i kept seeing things and wanting to tell you everything i did”, his breathing shudders, “i kept loving you even when i was trying not to”
you sob softly at that and he continues.
“and then you told me about this show and suddenly you were there again”, he whispers, “and i had to pretend not to know you while watching someone else stand where i used to stand”, pain flashes across his face, “and it killed me”, your hands slide shakily up his arms, “y/n, there was never gonna be anyone else for me after you”
the storm crashes louder overhead and lightning flashes across the ocean, and seungmin looks at you like he’s terrified that this moment isn’t real, that he’s gone mad and he’s just imagining everything.
“i need you”, he whispers, “i love you so fucking much”
you face breaks again, “i need you too”, you cry softly, “i love you too, seungmin, so so much”
something inside him snaps at those words and you see it happen, right there in his eyes - the fear, the grief, the longing, the love he’s been holding back for too long. and then he pulls you closer to him and finally kisses you.
the entire world breaks open with it.
the kiss is desperate immediately, like both of you are trying to make up for every second you’ve spent apart. his hands hold your face as your fingers clutch his soaked t-shirt again, pulling him impossibly closer as sobs still shake through both of you between kisses.
the rain pours down around you, the thunder roars above the ocean, but none of it compares to this, to him. his lips are warm despite the cold rain, familiar despite all the time apart, and the moment you kiss him back fully, seungmin breaks completely against you.
he kisses you harder, like he’s been dying for this, like he’s been surviving on memories of you for too long. your hands slide shakily into his wet hair while he pulls your body flush against his, and then, every almost kiss, every longing glance, every sleepless night, every text, every moment of yearning and jealousy crashes into this single moment all at once.
this.
this is what all the pain had been leading to.
and beneath the storm, with the ocean raging beside you and the rain soaking through your clothes and the thunder splitting the sky apart above your heads, you find your way back to each other at last.
you pull away just enough to breathe but neither of you really lets go. your foreheads stay pressed together, both of you breathless and shaking and smiling in disbelief at the exact same time. he laughs softly at first, overwhelmed but happy, and just hearing him makes you start laughing too.
“god, i love you so much”, he whispers, smiling so hard it almost looks painful.
“i love you too”, you say back.
he lets out another breathless laugh before leaning forward to steal another kiss from you. then another one right after because apparently neither of you can stop anymore.
“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do that again”, he murmurs against your lips.
“i think i do”, you whisper.
he kisses you once more after that and then a cold gust of wind hits both of you at once and you shiver hard enough for him to notice immediately, and then he pulls back, his eyes widening.
“y/n”, he says, looking at you properly now, “you’re freezing”
you laugh weakly, “so are you”
your clothes are completely drenched from both the rain and the ocean, your shoes squelching against the wet sand every time you move. seungmin grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours, and then turns around to start walking, leading you away from the shore.
“come on”
you smile at him, letting him pull you along, “where are we going?”
he just turns back towards you with that smile again, that soft impossible smile you thought you had lost forever.
seungmin fumbles blindly for the door lock while kissing you and you laugh against his mouth when he misses the lock entirely for the eighth time.
“i think you’re a bit distracted”, you whisper teasing him.
“you think?”, he says against your lips before he kisses you again.
he presses you back against the door you had crossed a hundred times before, his parent’s house’s door, the same place you always went to whenever you were in jeju. thank god it’s close to the place you were.
your back presses against the door again as he finally manages to unlock it, but even then he doesn’t pull away from you. his body stays close to yours, trapping you between him and the door while his lips keep moving against yours like he’s starving for it, like he’s trying to make up for every moment he spent without you.
your fingers slide into his wet hair and he lets out the softest sound against your mouth at the feeling. you stumble inside together, half laughing, half kissing,soaked from head to toe while the storm rages outside and then close the door behind you.
seungmin grabs your waist and turns you quickly, pressing you against the wall near the entrance before kissing you again, harder and needier this time. his hands slide along your soaked body carefully and desperately at the same time, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you like this again, and maybe you can’t believe it either, because every time the kiss breaks, even for a second, both of you just end up smiling at each other before kissing again.
you laugh when he kisses the corner of your mouth and he smiles against your lips and then he kisses you again and again.
“god”, he whispers between kisses, his forehead falling against yours, “i missed you so much”
“i missed you too”, you whisper.
then he kisses you like hearing those words nearly destroy him again and everything else disappears, it’s only you and him there. it all feels impossibly far away now compared to the way seungmin is holding you.
your hands grip his shoulders while he slowly walks you backwards through the familiar hallway, both of you still kissing and laughing whenever you bump into something.
“careful”, you laugh breathlessly.
“i’m trying”, he says, clearly not trying at all, his entire focus on your lips.
you finally reach his room and when you close the door, he pulls you close again immediately. his lips move slower now against yours, much deeper. you reach for the hem of his soaked t-shirt, trying to pull it off him, but the fabric clings stubbornly to his skin from the rain.
“wait-”, you groan between laughs, “let me just-”
seungmin laughs too, breathless and beautiful, while trying to peel your wet hoodie from your body, but there’s no use.
“this is actually ridiculous”, he says laughing.
you start laughing again with him and he moves to capture your lips again in another kiss. then he pulls away and looks at you and you blink and look up at him, his face undoing you.
the rainwater still drips from his dark hair onto his cheeks, his lips swollen from kissing you, his hands are warm against your waist despite the cold, and he’s just standing there, looking at you with so much emotion inside his eyes - love, relief, adoration, want.
you touch his face, “what?”
seungmin shakes his head like he doesn’t even know where to start.
“nothing, i’m just…”, he lets out a shaky laugh, “i’m really happy right now”
you smile again, “me too”
he keeps looking at you and then the smile fades slowly from his lips and his hands slide carefully along your waist while his gaze drops to your mouth and when he kisses you again, it’s full of everything he had been holding back. you tug at his t-shirt again, determined this time, and he breaks the kiss just long enough to let you pull it over his head with his help.
the fabric falls to the floor with a wet sound, and then you stay there, just looking at him, but you don’t realise you’re staring until he laughs softly and reaches out to brush a strand of wet hair from your face.
“your turn”, he says.
he helps you peel your hoodie off and when your skin meets the cool air of the room, you shiver, but then his hands are on your waist, pulling you close, and the warmth of his palms against your bare skin makes you forget the chill entirely. his eyes travel from your face down to your neck, your collarbones, the curve of your breasts still hidden beneath your bra.
“you’re so beautiful, y/n”, he says.
you feel heat rise to your cheeks but you don’t look away, instead, you reach for the button of his jeans, your fingers bruising against his stomach, and he inhales sharply. he mirrors your actions, his hands finding your shorts, and together you work each other out of the remaining clothes until there’s nothing left but skin against skin.
he steps back for just a second, just to take you in. his lips part, his eyes darken and you see the exact moment his heart overflows because he steps forward again and cups your face in both of his hands, kissing you like he’s breathing for the first time.
“i can’t believe you’re here”, he says against your lips, his voice breaking.
“i’m here, seungmin, i’m here”, you say and you kiss him again to prove it.
he walks you backwards, his hands never leaving your body. the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you sink onto it, pulling him down with you so he follows you, his body covering yours. he props himself up on one elbow, looking down at you. his hair is still damp, falling across his forehead, and his lips are swollen from kissing you.
“i though about this so many times”, he says, “i thought about you, me, us, this”, he swallows, “i didn’t think it would ever happen again”
you reach up and touch his cheek, “i’m here now”, you say again.
he lowers his head and kisses you again. his tongue slides against yours and you sigh into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck. his hand drifts down, touching your collarbone, your breasts, your ribs, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. he kisses his way along your jaw, down your throat, and you tilt your head back to give him more space, a soft moan escaping your lips when he finds the sensitive spot below your ear, the spot he knows all too well.
“seungmin…”, you moan, and the sound of his name on your lips makes him groan against your skin.
his mouth travels lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and the swell of your chest. he takes his time there and when his lips finally move to your breast and close around your nipple, your back arches off the bed as a broken scream leaves your mouth. he flicks his tongue over your nipple and then sucks gently, and your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him there.
“god”, you gasp, “i- i need you”
he lifts his head to look at you, his eyes dark and full of want.
“i need you too”, his voice is rough, desperate.
his hand slides down your stomach and then his fingers brush against the heat between your legs and your breath catches. he’s slow and deliberate, tracing your folds with the lightest touch, watching your face trying to memorise every single of your reactions to him. you whimper, your hips shifting towards his hand and he just smiles at you.
he circles your clit with his thumb and you moan again, your hands gripping his shoulders. then he slides one finger inside you, slow and deep, and you cry out, your head falling back against the pillow.
“seungmin- ah-”
“shh”, he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again, swallowing your moans, “i’ve got you, baby”
he moves his finger in and out, curling it just right, and you buck against his hand already so close to the edge, but you want more, you want him.
your hand finds his cock, already hard and heavy against your thigh, and you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him slowly. he gasps into your mouth, his hips jerking forward, and you feel him pulse in your grip.
“fuck”, he moans, his forehead dropping to yours as he looks at you, “you’re gonna make me lose my mind”
you smile, your thumb brushing over the tip, “good”
he pulls his finger out of you and you groan at the loss. he catches your hand, stopping it, and looks down at you with such raw emotion that it makes your chest ache.
“i need you”, he says, his voice already on the edge, “i- i need you right now. but i need to know, are you sure?”, he searches your eyes, vulnerable and open, “because i don’t think i can come back from this again. i want it to be us, forever this time”
your eyes sting again but you smile, reaching up to trace his bottom lip with your thumb.
“i’m sure”, you whisper, “i love you, seungmin. i never stopped and i never will”
something breaks inside him and he kisses you fiercely, desperately, before pulling back just enough to position himself at your entrance. the head of his cock presses against your folds and then, he pushes in slowly, stretching you, filling you, and you both let out a shuddering breath at the feeling of being connected again after all this time.
your eyes lock and for a long moment, neither of you moves. he’s buried deep inside you, his body flush against yours, and you feel so complete it’s almost overwhelming.
“i love you too, y/n”, he says, his voice breaking, “i love you so so much”
he begins to move, deep and unhurried strokes that rock your body with each thrust. his hips roll against yours and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper and then he buries his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.
it’s not frantic, it’s not just sex. it’s him telling you with his body everything he can’t quite put into words right now - that he missed you, that he’s sorry, that he never wants to let you go again, that he’s going to love you forever. and you answer him with your hands in his hair, your lips on his shoulder, your sighs and whimpers singing back to him.
you don’t realise you’re crying again until you feel your tears rolling down your face. they slip from the corners of your eyes, silent and warm, and when they touch seungmin’s skin, he freezes, panic flashing across his face.
“wait, y/n- did- oh god, did i hurt you?”, he stops and pulls back, searching your face, his hands on your cheeks, “baby, tell me-”
“no”, you say, laughing through the tears, “no, i’m happy, seungmin, i promise you. i’m just- i’m so happy. i love you. i need you. please don’t stop”
his eyes glisten and you see him swallow hard, a muscle moving in his jaw. he blinks then and you know he’s fighting tears of his own again.
“i love you”, he says again, “i love you, i love you”
he kisses you again and when he starts moving, it’s even more tender, if that’s even possible. he interlocks his fingers with yours, pressing your hands into the mattress on either side of your head. every thrust is deep and slow, hitting that perfect spot inside you, and the pleasure builds like a wave, gentle at first, then growing more and more.
your moans grow louder, more desperate and he matches your rhythm, his forehead pressed to yours, his breath mingling with yours.
“come for me”, he says, almost begging you, “let go, baby. i’ve got you”
you’re so close, the tension coiling tight in your stomach, and when he grinds his hips against yours again, you finally shatter. your orgasm rolls through you in waves, your body arching as you cry out, but it’s swallowed by his kiss. he follows moments later, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you, his groan muffled against your lips.
he collapses against you and you hold each other, shaking and breathless. the rain continues outside, but inside this room, there’s only the sound of your breathing together and the steady beat of his heart against yours. after a long moment, he lift his head, his eyes red rimmed but soft.
“hi”, he whispers, smiling softly at you.
you smile, brushing his hair back from his forehead, “hi”
he kisses your nose, your lips and then your forehead before he rests his forehead against yours.
“i’m never letting you go again”, he says, “i mean it”
“you better not”, you tease him, but he can hear the emotion in your voice.
he laughs and pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck. you wrap your arms around him, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his back, and then slowly, without realising, you both fall asleep together.
your eyes open lazily and for a few seconds, you just stay still, your cheek resting against seungmin’s chest while his arms remain wrapped around your waist even in your sleep. at some point, he had rolled onto his back and pulled you with him until you were half laying on top of him, like even asleep he needed you close.
you tilt your head to look at him, to see his messy hair against the pillow and his lips parted slightly in his sleep. he looks so peaceful that something inside your chest warms at the sight.
carefully, trying not to wake him, you lift yourself from his chest but his arm tightens around your waist instinctively, making you smile.
“shh, it’s okay, i’m here, minnie”, you whisper.
he relaxes again after that, so you move slowly off the bed and shiver a little at the cold against your skin. your clothes are still abandoned somewhere on the floor, still damp from the rain and the ocean, and you laugh quietly under your breath before walking towards the wardrobe.
when you open it, memories hit you instantly - some of his clothes are hanging there, and yours too, the clothes that you left the last time you came here, and it’s like a part of you had always been waiting there for you to come back.
you put on some fresh underwear and one of seungmin’s t-shirts, the fabric smelling like him, like home. you turn back towards the bed and see he’s still asleep exactly where you left him. you walk closer to him and brush your fingers through his hair gently before leaning down and kissing his forehead. his brows twitch a little and a tiny sleepy sound escapes his lips. your heart melts completely at that.
“i love you”, you whisper against his forehead.
you quietly leave the room and walk towards the kitchen, your eyes moving towards the clock on the wall the moment you get there and you see that you had only slept for a little over an hour. you move around the kitchen, opening cupboards and the frigde while trying to figure out if there’s anything you can make. but there’s barely anything there, you only see a few drinks and some snacks.
“looking for something?”
you jump so hard you almost break the fridge door when you close it. a gasp leaves you as strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“oh my god, seungmin-”
he laughs quietly against your neck while pulling you back against his chest.
“you scared me, you idiot”
“oh please, don’t be such a baby”
“you nearly killed me”
he hums distractedly against your skin before kissing the side of your neck, then again, and then one more time.
you can already hear the smile in his voice when he asks you, “what are you doing?”
you try to answer but his lips keep brushing against your neck while his hands slide slowly along your waist beneath his t-shirt.
“i was trying to-”
he kisses your jaw.
“find some food-”
another kiss.
“but apparently you won’t let me speak-”
before you can even finish, he turns you around until your back presses against the counter and then he kisses your lips. your hands slide into his hair while his body settles between your legs, like you still fit together perfectly even after everything.
“seungmin”, you mumble against his lips, trying really hard not to laugh.
“hm?”
“are you gonna let me explain or not?”
“no”
you laugh at his immediate answer. he lifts you onto the kitchen counter and steps closer between your knees before kissing you again and you smile against his lips helplessly. he’s only wearing his boxers now, his hair still messy from sleep and his lips swollen from kissing you too much.
he breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against yours, and puts his hands on your thighs, warm and soft against your skin. then he pulls back a bit, his face a bit more careful now.
“do you regret this?”
your heart hurts at the nervous tone on his voice and you grab his face between your hands.
“no, i don’t”, you say, not even a second of hesitation, “i don’t regret any of this”
his eyes closes briefly and then he nods his head before he opens them, “good, because i don’t either”
emotion rises in your chest and you look down before speaking again.
“i’m still sorry though”
his brows pull together, “for what?”
“for everything”, you say as your fingers twist together, “for the show, for chan, for hurting you”
“hey”, he says softly.
you look up at him again.
“i mean it”, you continue, “i hate that i made you doubt yourself, minnie. i hate that i made you feel like you were losing me”
seungmin’s face breaks a little at that, “it’s not entirely your fault, i did that too”
you shake your head but he just brushes his thumb softly against your thigh.
“no”, he says, “let me say this too”, his voice stays calm as he speaks, “when we broke up… i thought i was doing the right thing, that it was the best for you. i thought that i had to let you go because things got hard, but that’s not what love is”, he whispers, “i should’ve stayed, i should’ve fought harder for us”
your eyes burn instantly, “that’s my fault too, i should’ve fought harder for us too”
“but we’re here now”, he says softly, “and if you still want me after all this…”, he smiles then, “i wanna do this right this time”
your chest aches painfully, but it’s not the same pain you’ve had since you started the show, it’s a different kind of pain, beautiful even.
“me too, minnie”
you slide your arms around his neck while he moves closer again, his forehead against yours once more.
“we can’t lose ourselves again”, you say.
“we won’t”, he says, “and if we do, the other one has to find us”
you look at him, your eyes shining as you nod your head, “deal”
he smiles at you and then kisses you again, both of you smiling against your lips.
“i’m so in love with you, seungmin”, you whisper.
he laughs quietly, almost overwhelmed by it.
“good”, he says against your mouth, “because i’m ridiculously in love with you too, y/n”
you laugh again and then you hear his stomach growling loudly between you and you both burst into laughter. seungmin groans and buries his face against your shoulder.
“oh my god, minnie, you’re starving”
“mhm, i am”
you laugh harder, brushing your fingers through his hair while he keeps holding you close.
“i was trying to find food when you came here”, you tell him, “but there’s basically… nothing”
he hums thoughtfully against your neck and then lifts his head again, a mischievous look in his eyes, dangerously familiar.
“well”, he says casually, his hands sliding slowly along your thighs, “if there’s no food here, i think we could entertain ourselves with something else…”
your breath catches and then you laugh, shaking your head while he grins against your lips before kissing you again and biting your lower lip jokingly. before you can even tease him properly, he lifts you off the counter into his arms and you laugh in surprise, your arms wrapping around his shoulders while he kisses you again walking towards his room.
“seungmin-”
“what?”
“you’re impossible”
“yeah”, he says easily, “but you love me”
you smile helplessly against his mouth, “i really do”
he carries you back into his room while kissing you between your laughter and whispered i love yous, and when you close the door behind you once more, the rest of the world disappears completely again.
“well”, you say, standing outside the door of your lodge, “you should probably go before someone sees us”
“mmhm”, seungmin hums absentmindedly, clearly not listening at all because his eyes are fixed on your lips again.
you laugh quietly, “seungmin”
“what?”
“you have to go”
“but i don’t want to”
you roll your eyes affectionately while he steals another kiss anyway, one of his hands sliding around your waist to pull you closer to him.
“you’re unbelievable”, you mumble against his lips as you laugh again.
your laugh gets swallowed by his mouth when he kisses you again, the kiss dangerously addictive, because neither of you is trying to hold back anymore. when he pulses away, your lips are tingling and your heartbeat feels like it will escape your chest at any minute now.
“it’s almost midnight”, you whisper weakly, even though your hands are still gripping the front of his hoodie, because you don’t want him to leave either.
“okay”, he says, then kisses you again.
“seungmin!”
“what? i’m saying good night”
“this is like your… tenth good night”
“and it’s still not enough”
his voice is teasing, but there’s something softer underneath it too, something that makes your chest ache in a good way.
tomorrow is the final choice day, and the thought hangs quietly between you both for a second, but right now, under the porch light with both of his hands on your waist now and his smile pressed into your skin, none of it feels scary anymore.
“i’ll see you tomorrow”, you whisper.
a small smile spreads across his face, fond and almost disbelieving, like he still can’t fully process that you’re here, choosing him back, together again.
“yeah”, he says.
then he presses one last kiss to the corner of your mouth before finally stepping away from you and you have to say you miss his warmth immediately.
“there”, you say, pointing towards the path behind him, “go little puppy”
he sighs dramatically but obeys, slowly walking backwards down the path while still holding onto your hand for as long as possible.
“you’re being clingy today”, you tell him.
“you love it”, he says, and unfortunately, he’s right.
you laugh softly as your fingers finally slip apart.
“good night, minnie”
“good night, baby”
you shake your head and then turn towards the door, ready to type the code into the lock while you try to ignore the stupid smile pulling at your mouth. but before you get the chance to-
“y/n”
you turn around and seungmin is back in front of you again. you don’t get the chance to ask what happened before he grabs your face gently and kisses you one more time, like he just needed this one more moment with you before he left for the night. just one more reminder, one more chance to love you before the night ended.
your fingers curl weakly into his hoodie as he kisses you and when he pulls away, both of you are smiling helplessly again.
“i love you”, he says, resting his forehead against yours.
“i love you too”, you say as your heart melts completely.
then, he steps away again and this time he actually leaves. you stand there, watching him disappear down the path with your lips swollen from kissing him and your entire chest warm unbearably before you finally turn back towards the door and type the code. you walk inside the lodge and close the door, and god, every time you think about the way he looked at you today, your stomach flips all over again.
you bite back a smile to yourself as you start walking down the hallway towards the stairs, trying not to make too much noise. you’re halfway there when-
“well, look who finally came home”
you jump so hard you almost scream. your head snaps towards the kitchen and you find lily sitting there in one of the chairs, illuminated only by the small lamp above the stove. she’s holding a mug in both hands while she watches you with the most knowing expression you’ve ever seen.
“oh my god, lily! you scared me”
she bursts out laughing, “you’re being dramatic”
you walk towards her, unable to stop smiling. the happiness inside you feels too big now, too impossible to hide, and lily notices it.
“where were you all day?”
you bite your lip and then pull out the chair beside her and sit down, trying and failing to hide your smile.
“i was with seungmin”
“oh my god”, she gasps.
you laugh, looking down at your hands.
“oh my god!”, she repeats, grabbing your arm now, “tell me everything right now”
you laugh harder, shaking your head.
“there’s not that much to tell-”
“liar”
you cover your face with both hands as you laugh and lily gasps again.
“you got back together, didn’t you?”
your heart stumbles at the words.
back together.
it feels unreal hearing it out loud.
slowly, you lower your hands and look at her before you nod your head.
“i knew it!”
you laugh harder as she hugs you tightly from the side.
“i knew it, i knew it, i knew it, i knew it”, she keeps saying.
you laugh against her shoulder, suddenly emotional all over again, because after everything you had been through - all the confusion, the pain, the fear, the heartbreak - you found your way back to him.
lily pulls back to look at you properly now, her eyes softer, not joking this time.
“are you okay?”
you nod your head, “yeah, i’m okay”
lily smiles at you so warmly it nearly makes you cry again, “were you with him this whole time?”
your face heats up, “yes”
“and how is he?”
your smile grows again, “he’s good. we talked, a lot. i went to his lodge and he wasn’t there, then i went to the beach and he was there and from there we went to his parents’ house and just.. talked”
lily watches you while you continue.
“and i talked to chan too, when i went to the lodge”
that makes her expression change, “oh, and how did that go?”
you exhale softly.
“he apologised”, you tell her, “and i apologised too”, you look down before continuing, “we just… understood each other, i guess”
lily nods slowly, “and now?”
you smile before you can stop yourself, feeling relieved, “and now it’s done”
chan had let go and you had finally stopped running in circles and had run towards seungmin instead.
lily reaches over and squeezes your hand, “y/n i’m really happy for you”
you look at her and you know she really means it.
“i couldn’t have done this without you”
lily shakes her head, “yes, you could have”
“no”, you laugh weakly, “seriously lily”, you squeeze her hand back, “you were there when i completely lost my mind and you stayed with me through everything”
lily smiles softly now, “that’s what friends are for”
friends.
your chest aches warmly, because this show gave you heartbreak and confusion and pain and exhaustion. but it also gave you her, and somehow you know lily is going to stay in your life long after all of this ends.
you stand up then, exhausted now that the adrenaline is fading.
“okay, i’m gonna shower and sleep for… i don’t know, one year, i think”
lily snorts, “yeah, good idea”
you laugh again and start walking towards the stairs but just before you disappear-
“hey, y/n?”
you turn around and see lily trying very hard not to smile.
“what?”
she lifts one brow innocently, “so… seungmin and you… were you just talking or should i assume that seungmin’s parents are gonna need new sheets?”
“lily!”
you stare at her in horror while your face burns so hot you think you might actually die. she’s bent over laughing now while you now cover your face with both of your hands.
“o- oh my god, lily. you’re insane!”
“do they prefer dark ones or lighter ones?”
you’re laughing so hard now you can barely breathe and lily keeps laughing from the kitchen. you turn around and hurry upstairs while she keeps screaming after you, and you can still hear her, even when you finally reach your room with your cheeks hurting from smiling too much.
the next morning, you wake up to the sound of voices downstairs, not angry voices or people fighting, just being loud, very loud. you stay in your bed for a few seconds, blinking sleep out of your eyes while the sunlight slips through the glass of the window, the storm long gone now.
every time you move, memories from yesterday flash through you all over again - seungmin’s hand on your body, his lips on yours, his voice in your ear, his body becoming one with yours.
“oh my god”, you mumble to yourself as you bite your lip, burying your face into the pillow for one second before another loud laugh echoes from downstairs.
han and lily.
you groan softly before finally dragging yourself out of bed. you throw on an oversized hoodie you took from seungmin yesterday and walk downstairs, still half asleep, rubbing one of your eyes as the voices grow louder the closer you get to the kitchen and you stop the moment you see han and lily arguing over breakfast.
“i want this one”, lily says.
“no, i want this one”, han says, trying to take the plate away from her, but lily is faster and moves away from him.
you stare at them for a second before speaking, “do you two actually remember there are other people living in this house, right?”
both of them turn to look at you and han jumps slightly, “oh shit, sorry, y/n”
“oh don’t apologise”, she says, waving him off casually before looking directly at you with a grin, “she got some yesterday”
you freeze and han’s eyes widen.
“wait what?”, he asks.
“lily!”
“yeah, with seungmin”, she says.
you let out the loudest groan imaginable while han nearly chokes laughing.
“no way”, he says, staring at you in complete disbelief, “no actual way”
“oh my god”, you mumble, covering your face with your hands, “i hate both of you”
lily looks delighted with herself and han is laughing so hard now he has to grab the counter.
“this is better than a movie, i love this”, he says laughing.
you move and throw a napkin at him but he dodges it easily, surprisingly you have to say.
“but y/n…”, lily says, smirking and you already know where this is going.
“no”
“i’m not gonna ask for details”, she says, “i’m just asking for a number”
“lily!”
han loses it again, “a number?”, he repeats, laughing.
“yes”, lily says seriously, “one to ten. you broke up a long time ago, a lot of orgasms were lost along the way, he has to make up for lost time”
you hide your face in your hands again while both of them laugh harder.
“that’s it, i’m leaving”, you mumble.
“no, you’re not”, han says, walking towards you and pulling you towards the table, “sit down and suffer with us”
lily slides a plate towards you with the brightest smile imaginable, “you’re welcome by the way”
you glare at her while sitting down and she only grins wider. the three of you continue laughing and teasing each other while you eat breakfast together, but then, you realise something.
“wait”, you say, looking around, “where’s minho?”
lily goes quiet and you and han look at her as she tries to act casual, “he got the text earlier”
your stomach flips softly, “the final choice?”
she nods her head and you and han exchange one quick look because you both understand what’s happening beneath her calm expression.
she’s terrified.
lily laughs nervously after a second, “it’s stupid, right? i know it’s stupid”
“it’s not stupid, lily”, you say and han nods his head.
she presses her lips together, “but what if-”
“he’s gonna choose you”, han says before she can even finish.
the certainty in his voice makes all of you pause. lily looks at him and there’s something so soft in han’s expression when he looks back at her, no bitterness or regret, just affection for her, for everything they were.
“you really think so?”, she asks him.
“yeah”, he says, “he would be stupid not to”
your heart aches a little at the sight of them, because this is what loving someone could look like too, even after everything has ended.
lily’s eyes get suspiciously shiny and she quickly looks away right as her phone vibrates loudly. she grabs it immediately and then her entire face changes.
“oh my god”
you grin, “go and get your man”
han laughs as she stands up, “but breathe first, lily, come on”
“i can’t!”, she says, her voice almost screaming, and she’s already rushing towards the hallway before turning back around, “how do i look?”
“beautiful”, you and han answer at the same time.
she grabs her bag and then rushes back towards you, hugging you tightly first, then han, and then she’s gone, the front door slamming shut behind her.
“she really likes him”, han says as he leans back in his chair with a small smile.
“yeah, she really does”, you say and then you turn to look at him, “you’re really sweet you know that? you know, the way you support her like this…”
he shrugs softly, looking down at his cup for a second.
“she’s a great girl and we were together a long time ago. i just…”, he exhales softly, “i just want her to be happy, and minho is a great guy”
you nod your head, “yeah, i think so too”
he nods his head too and then looks at you, “but it’s actually tragic, though”
“what is?”
“that you were still so into seungmin”, he says and you burst out laughing because you know he’s joking, “and then chan happened… i think we could’ve been perfect, our love for cheesecakes is our bond”
you laugh harder and throw another napkin at him, this time hitting his face directly.
“okay, yeah, this is violence”, he says, laughing now too.
“you deserve worse”
the two of you continue joking around while cleaning the kitchen together afterwards, the morning feeling strangely peaceful despite everything waiting for all of you later today.
the final choice, the end of the show.
you try not to think about it too much but eventually both of you go to your rooms to get ready anyway. and an hour later, just as you’re finishing getting dressed, your phone vibrates and you already know what it is before you look at it.
exchange: please arrive at the following address in 15 minutes
it’s time.
you go downstairs and find han in the living room, and the moment he sees you, his face softens, because he already knows, you don’t even need to say anything.
a small and nervous smile appears on your face and han lets out a quiet breath through his nose before he opens his arms for you.
“come here”
you laugh softly, feeling emotional already, and then walk straight into his hug. he wraps his arms around you tightly and you just stay there holding onto him.
“you okay?”, he asks you.
you nod against his shoulder, “yeah, i think so”
he pulls away to look at you and then smiles, “good, you deserve to be happy”, he then fixes a strand of hair away from your face and speaks again, “good luck, okay?”
your throat tightens and you nod your head, “thank you”
he knows those two words carry everything inside them - thank you for staying, thank you for helping me survive this, thank you for being my friend, thank you for not giving up. han understands all of it without you saying any of it out loud and then nods his head and squeezes your shoulders gently before letting you go.
“now go”, he says, “before i get emotional too”
you laugh again and finally leave the lodge. the sky is quiet after yesterday’s storm and the streets are almost empty and the closer you get to the address they sent you, the louder your heartbeat becomes. it’s nearby, just a few streets away from the lodges and when you finally arrive, you stop completely.
it’s a house, beautiful in a strangely intimate way. you walk towards it and find the front door already unlocked, clearly waiting for you. you push it open and step inside, and when you do, a screen lights up in front of you and a simple message appears.
exchange: please go to the room with the white door
your breathing grows uneven immediately, your nerves getting worse by the minute, and you walk through the hallway until you finally find it.
the white door.
your hand hesitates a bit over the handle before you finally push it open and when you step inside, everything inside you breaks apart quietly.
the room is full of memories, it’s full of your photos, everywhere - they are pinned to the walls, hanging from strings with little lights around them, spread across tables. there are polaroids of seungmin and you, printed pictures, old phone photos, photos from years ago, your entire relationship stretched around the room.
you stop moving completely and your eyes start burning.
“oh my god…”
there’s a picture of you both at the beach years ago, seungmin holding you over his shoulder while you scream laughing. there’s another one of him asleep on your lap during a road trip with your friends. once where both of you are wearing matching christmas pyjamas at his parents’ house. there’s one blurry picture taken at four in the morning where both of you are laughing so hard neither of you is properly visible.
you see little moments captured there, cooking together, your hands intertwined, you sleeping against his chest, you dancing in a wedding, little moments of your life together. you remember most of these photos, but there are also some of them that you forgot even existed, photos that no one had access to unless-
hyunjin.
of course he helped with this.
you walk around the room, staring at every single memory like the memory stares right back at you. they are not just photos of you together, they are moments of your life, proof that your love existed, that it was real, that it was beautiful and it was the best thing you’ve ever had.
your fingers brush over one picture of seungmin kissing your cheek while you grin at the camera, completely unaware of how loved you looked. tears spill down your face before you can stop them and even though you wipe them quickly, more follow anyway.
you move through the room almost like you’re walking through moments of your life one step at at time and then you notice another screen at the far end of the room and it lights up as you get closer to it, a question appearing there.
exchange: what do you think love is?
you stare at it for a moment and then slowly answer.
“i think…”, your voice shakes slightly, “i think love is choosing someone over and over again”
the screen changes.
exchange: can love change?
you swallow and then answer again.
“yes”, you whisper, “people change, relationships change. love changes too”
exchange: can love survive pain?
you close your eyes briefly before you open them again, “yes”
exchange: can love be reborn?
you think about the storms, about the beach, about crying in seungmin’s arms, about kissing him like the world was ending.
“yes”, you whisper again, tears slipping down your cheeks, “i think sometimes love can break first before it finds its way back”
the screen goes quiet for a moment before another question appears.
exchange: can love ever truly end?
your breath catches and then your eyes drift slowly around the walls again - all those years, all those memories, all those moments, all that love.
“no”, your voice breaks completely now, “i don’t think real love ever disappears”
silence fills the room after that. you wipe your face quickly, trying to breathe properly again, trying to calm your heartbeat and then, you hear the door opening behind you. you already know who it is before you even turn around but somehow your heart still explodes the moment you do.
seungmin stands there in the doorway, his eyes moving across the room quickly - the photographs, the memories hanging everywhere around you both like pieces of a life neither of you ever truly let go of.
and then his eyes find you and everything else just disappears.
“hey”, he says, the word so soft it almost breaks you all over again.
you try to smile at him through your tears but your lips tremble too hard to hold it properly and the second he sees that look on your face, he starts walking towards you, like there was never any other direction for him to go.
seungmin crosses the room quickly until he’s standing right in front of you, both of his hands reaching for your face.
“there you are”, he whispers shakily.
his palms are warm against your cheeks, careful and protective. his thumbs wipe beneath your eyes automatically, catching your tears before they can fall further down your skin.
“hey”, he says, his voice gentler now, “are you okay?”
you nod quickly despite the tears still slipping down your face, “yeah, i’m okay”
he smiles a little then, while his thumb brushes beneath your eye again. his forehead nearly drops against yours right there, and it’s like he has to physically stop himself from pulling you into his arms immediately, but then the screen lights up again and you both turn towards it.
exchange: what do you think love is?
you look at seungmin and he’s already looking at you. his hand slides carefully to the small of your back then, grounding you there beside him, his thumb rubbing slow and comforting circles against your spine before he answers.
“i think love is…”, he pauses softly, his eyes still on yours, “wanting someone to be in every version of your future. it’s waking up every day and choosing the same person even after things get difficult, even after things break”
the screen changes again.
exchange: can love change?
seungmin smiles faintly at that, “yeah, it changes constantly”, his eyes drift around the room, “at first it’s really exciting, then it’s comfort, then safety. then it becomes the person that feels like home to you”
your eyes immediately fill again.
exchange: can love survive pain?
this time seungmin doesn’t hesitate.
“yes”, his answer is immediate, "because if it couldn’t, we wouldn’t be standing here right now”
the words hit you so hard your breathing stumbles. you feel his hand slide more firmly around your waist then, pulling you closer to his side.
exchange: can love be reborn?
seungmin lets out the smallest laugh and then looks at you again.
“i think sometimes people need to lose each other for a while before they understand how to love each other properly”
tears blur your vision then and he continues.
“i think love can come back stronger after pain if both people are willing to fight for it”; his eyes shine as he says it, “and i would fight for y/n forever”
exchange: can love ever truly end?
“no, real love never disappears”, he says.
the screen pauses for a second and then a new question appears.
exchange: y/n, did you ever move on from seungmin?
you feel seungmin’s eyes turn towards you again while your own heartbeat pounds in your chest.
“i thought i did, at the beginning”, you say as your voice trembles, “i really thought i had”, your eyes drift around the room again, towards all those memories pinned to the walls, “but i think… i never stopped loving him. i just convinced myself that i had to pretend that i didn’t want him anymore, but it was there the whole time”
your voice cracks completely at the end and seungmin’s hand tightens around your waist.
exchange: and now?
you look at him fully then - at the boy who cried in your arms, the boy who kissed you in the rain, the boy who fought for you, the boy who kept choosing you even when he thought he was losing you.
“now i know that he’s the person i want beside me forever”, you say and seungmin’s face breaks, “and i’m happy”, you whisper through your tears, “because somehow, even after everything we’ve been through… i still get to love him”
a tear slips down seungmin’s face and he wipes yours away at the same time. the screen changes again.
exchange: seungmin, what was your real purpose on this show?
seungmin laughs softly under his breath, emotional already.
“her”, he doesn’t have to think about it, he knows, “i came here because i didn’t wanna move on. i tried to convince myself she was happier without me but even then, i was in love with her and i didn’t want it to stop. then she told me about the show and…”, he says, his voice shaking, “i took the chance, as selfish as it could’ve been, but i came because i knew that if i didn’t fight for her at least once, i’d regret it for the rest of my life”
the screen changes again.
exchange: we’ve saved your nightly texts for the past few days and during these days, you have consistently chosen to text each other every night
you turn towards each other and somehow that completely breaks both of you again because of course you did. even when you were confused and hurting, even when other people entered your lives, at the end of every single day, you still reached for each other.
seungmin lets out the softest disbelieving laugh while tears fall down his face again, much harder this time, relief written all over his face.
“oh god”, he whispers, “thank you”
you’re crying too hard to speak. he cups your face again, wiping your tears with his thumbs while he looks at you like his entire heart is visible in his eyes.
“i love you so much, y/n”, he whispers.
you smile through your tears, “i love you too”
his forehead drops against yours while you both laugh and cry at the same time and then, the final question appears.
exchange: how do you want to leave the show?
seungmin turns towards you and his eyes soften again, destroying you completely for the thousandth time.
“with y/n”, his voice is quiet but unwavering, “there’s no version of this where i don’t choose her”
your breath catches sharply as he continues.
“you’re…”, he pauses, completely overwhelmed, his tears falling faster now as all of the emotions visibly crash into him all over again, “you’re the love of my life”, tears continue falling down your face and seungmin smiles helplessly through his own, “and i knew that from the beginning”, his voice cracks softly, “you’re my home, y/n”
a sob escapes you before you can stop it and seungmin pulls you against his chest with a soft and broken laugh.
“hey, hey…”
you bury your face against his chest while he holds you tightly, one of his hands cradling the back of your head. when you finally pull back enough to answer and look at him, your entire body is trembling.
“i want to leave with you too, there's nobody else for me”, you whisper through your tears, “there never was”, his face completely falls apart, “everything makes me think of you and even when i thought we were over forever…”, your voice cracks again, “i still loved you”
seungmin is openly crying now and you try to wipe his tears with your thumbs, just like he did with you.
no more questions appear after that, now there’s only the soft glow of the lights around your memories and the quiet sound of both of you breathing. seungmin looks at you like he can’t believe this is real and then, he rubs your cheek and your eyes close into his touch.
“i love you”, he whispers, and this time it sounds complete, and they are the most beautiful words you’ve ever heard.
“i love you too”, you say.
and then, he kisses you, he finally kisses you. his hand stays against your cheek while your fingers curl into the front of his shirt, both of you melting into each other like every broken piece has finally found where it belonged again.
years of love and heartbreak and longing and yearning are poured into the kiss all at once. you can taste his tears when he kisses you deeper. you can feel his hands shaking where they hold you closer.
and when you finally break apart just enough to breathe, both of you are still crying softly against each other, finally finding each other again after being lost for too long.
“we really made it back to each other”, he whispers.
“yeah, we really did”, you whisper back.
and surrounded by every version of your love story hanging on the walls around you, with his hands holding you like he never wants to let go again, you realise something quietly devastating and beautiful at the same time-
some loves really do survive everything.
a/n: and this is it my loves 😭 we made it to the end, seungmin and y/n got back together and we're all crying. thank you SO much for reading this, you have no idea how much this has meant to me and i honestly can't thank you enough. this is the end of their journey in the show HOWEVER... we still have some story left because we can't let them go now that they're back together, can we? that's why an epilogue will come out shortly because you know me and you know i'm always hiding something and this is part of it (and who knows what else i might be hiding 🫣)
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Relationships: skz x gn!reader (ot8 - individually!) (no use of pronouns)
Genre: Mild stress, social media, established relationship, the boys made an oopsie
Summary: Your boyfriend interacted with your IG account, which would be totally normal, except he didn't realize he was on his main when he did it.
A/N: Just thought this would be funny LOL your boys love you so much they didn't realize the mistake they made until it was too late. They became so Plotty and Dramatic that I had to do hyung/maknae again to fit em all in. Enjoy!
Pairings: Minho x female!Reader, Minho & kid!character
Rating: T
Genre: Dad!Minho, fluff, Uncle!Stray Kids, single mother!reader, meet the family, SKZ Code
Summary: “By the way,” Minho said, “our social team is going to be announcing the community center SKZ Code on Monday.”
Oh yeah. That.
It'd been nearly a month and a half since filming, and almost a month since you and Minho started dating. It felt like a done deal but the world hadn't actually seen Kija yet.
But now they were going to, and a part of you was still nervous about how they'd react.
What better way to distract yourself then by hosting a watch party for the big premiere?
Word Count: 6.1k
A/N: Aaaand Kija is BACK baby! Check out Baby Matchmaker if you haven't already! This is a sequel to that. I kept thinking about what Reader's reaction would be to the video, the comments, and all of that, as well as what Stay would think of Kija and here we are! (This is where I was doing a ton of research trying to determine when exactly they *recorded* this SKZ Code vs when it came out LOL I estimated mid to early January) ENJOY
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It's not like you meant to hide the filming from your sister, it just sort of slipped your mind until your normal phone call a week after it happened.
It also happened to be the day after you and Minho's first date.
“Okay, okay, but enough about my week,” your sister, Jae, said. “How's things with you? How's my favorite nephew?”
You blinked as you realized what all had happened since you last spoke with her. You laughed sheepishly. “So things have actually been a bit eventful. Did I tell you Kija was in a project for JYP?”
You knew fully well you hadn't.
“What?” Jae screeched. “What do you MEAN Kija was in a project for one of the biggest K-Pop companies? How? When? Tell me more!”
You laughed a little more naturally this time. “Okay, sorry, I know I should've told you sooner.”
“You should have!”
“But the last week has been a bit of a whirlwind and I just forgot, I'm sorry!” You apologized.
Jae huffed. “Well make it up to me by spilling the deets, come on!”
“I think I’ve mentioned my coworker, Sojun, before, right?” You asked.
“Yeah, I think so,” Jae replied.
“So his sister works with JYP, and apparently they were looking for some boys around Kija’s age for a project relating to one of their boy groups,” you explained. “His sister remembered him saying he had a coworker with a kid and asked about me, so he told me about it and gave me her contact information.”
“What kind of project was it?” She asked excitedly.
“I didn’t know at first, either, and honestly I was a bit nervous about how public facing this would all be. I don’t exactly plaster Kija’s face online, and I still don’t plan to,” you continued. “But, he said it was paid…”
Your sister hummed understandingly. “Hey, no, I don’t judge you at all for that swaying you a bit. Kids aren’t cheap, especially for single moms, alright? I’m sure you put a lot of thought into it first, too.”
You sighed. “I really did. I asked a lot of questions and I did decide to do it. It was going to be a filmed thing where one of their groups, Stray Kids, was going to be running a fake daycare for a day.”
“Oh my god, Stray Kids?” Your sister interrupted. “You used to love them! Were they nice? What was it like?”
You laughed. “I’m getting there. It was a bit surreal, meeting them, honestly, but they were all super nice. There were three other kids involved in the filming, too. Kija did really well. I wasn’t too worried about him, but he ended up latching onto one of the boys a bit more than even I would’ve anticipated.”
“Oh yeah? Was he good with Kija, too?”
“He was so good with Kija,” you admitted. “The boys did a dance session with them, story time, a photo shoot, they tried to do a little scooter race, and then they did lunch and a nap, so it was a full day.”
“Sounds like it, oh my gosh, and that’s going to be posted somewhere?”
You nodded, even though your sister couldn’t see you. “Yeah, the contract said the finished product would be posted sometime in March or April, though they didn’t give a specific date.”
“You have to tell me the second you know when it’s going up, yeah?” Your sister said. “Oh! Maybe we could have a watch party!”
You laughed. “Yeah, maybe that could be fun.”
“So, the guy who was good with him. Tell me about him, like how did he do? How was Kija with him?”
You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks. “His name is Minho and he just… was so patient and sweet with Kija. At the beginning when Kija was still a bit unsure, he just sat next to him and talked until Kija finally came over to him. Kija kept demanding his attention through out the shoot, too. At one point, during the dance session at the beginning, Kija got a bit overwhelmed and ran over to me and Minho came over to check on him.”
Your sister cooed. “Aw, he sounds so sweet!”
“And um… he may have asked me out later, too,” you admitted.
“WHAT?” Your sister screeched excitedly. “A kpop idol asked you out? I mean- of course he did, you’re a catch, but WHAT? Why didn’t you lead with that?”
You laughed again. “You asked about your nephew, not about me.”
“Me wanting to know about you should’ve been implied,” she argued. “Did you say yes? Was he cute? How did he ask you out?”
“Well, we talked some after the shoot was over,” you started. “It was nice, and I kept thinking about him afterwards, too. I figured, though, that it was one and done, but then he texted me.”
Your sister squealed excitedly.
“I think he’s cute,” you continued, smiling, “and we had our first date last night.”
“Ah!!! I’m so happy for you!”
“Thank you,” you replied, still beaming. “It was super nice. He asked if I wanted Kija to come along, but I said I wanted to get to know him one on one, too. He ended up taking me to this nice restaurant and he even got me flowers and walked me back up to my apartment after.”
“Good! As he should!” Your sister said firmly. “Were the flowers pretty?”
“They were,” you reassured her. “And when he came upstairs with me to walk me home, when we picked up Kija, Kija was so excited to see him.”
“But was he excited to see Kija?”
“He was,” you sighed fondly.
“He better have been. Now you keep me updated on him, okay? If he asks you on another date, you tell me.”
You laughed again. “I will, I promise.”
You kept up your promise, gushing to your sister the days after the zoo date, and squealing to her excitedly whenever you both agreed to put a label on it.
You also let her know when you found out about the SKZ Code release date.
Minho had picked you up from work that day. The plan was for a date night at your place, with him insisting on cooking for you and Kija. Then, since it was a Friday night, he'd spend the night and you could enjoy a nice day together tomorrow.
When you got in the car, he leaned over and gave you a kiss, one hand resting on your leg as he began the drive back to your place.
After asking about your day, he brought it up.
“By the way,” he started, glancing over at you before looking back at the road, “our social team is going to be announcing the community center SKZ Code on Monday.”
“Oh?” You replied.
He nodded. “The first part is going to come out this coming Thursday, and the second part will come out the week after that.”
You blinked. “It’s going to be two parts?”
Minho gave a light laugh. “Yeah, our SKZ Codes usually are.” He glanced over at you. “It was a few hours of filming, to be fair. Too long to fit into one video without cutting out too much.”
“I guess that makes sense,” you replied. “I wasn’t sure. It’s not like I’ve really filmed anything before.” You hummed. “I should text my sister and let her know. She wants to see it, too.” You looked over at him. “What time do you think it’ll be posted?”
“Probably late ish,” he admitted. “The company tries to hit as many timezones as possible with posting times, so around 8pm.”
You immediately relayed the information to your sister. “I mean, that’s not too late at least, and I can ask to work from home the next day, too.”
“Gonna stay up late watching it over?” Minho teased playfully.
“Ah, actually my sister suggested a watch party originally,” you said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she came into town just for it.”
“That sounds fun, celebrating Kija's big debut,” Minho noted.
You licked your lips. “Would you want to come? I don't know if it's weird watching yourself on screen, and maybe it's too early to meet the family but-”
Minho's hand moved to grab yours, interrupting your rambling thoughts. You glanced up at him from where you'd been staring at your lap.
“First of all, I would love to meet your sister,” he reassured you. “Second,” he shrugged, “you get used to seeing yourself on screen after a while. We've done watch parties for some of our music videos and such before.”
“Would Thursday evening be okay then? Or should I push it to Friday?”
Minho brought your hand up and kissed the back of it. “You tell me which day works for your sister and I'll be there, okay?”
You smiled, cheeks dusted a soft red. “Yeah, okay.”
Turns out your sister, as you expected, was all too eager to come into town to throw a watch party. She even took off work on Friday so she could spend the night and hang out over the weekend.
Minho then tentatively asked if you wanted to get the other boys involved.
It came up over lunch on Saturday as you were finalizing the details of your sister's arrival time over text.
“I know they can be a lot, so you're welcome to say no, but they'd love to celebrate Kija's moment too, if you'd like.”
You looked around your apartment. “God I don't know if all of you can even fit in here.”
“We can bring some extra chairs over,” he offered. “Or we can hold it at my place if you want.”
You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head. “No, I'd like it to be here…” You worried at your lower lip for a moment. “They won't think it's too small right?”
“They'd never judge you for your place,” Minho said firmly. “It's very well kept in here and trust me, we've lived four in a dorm before. This is luxury compared to that.”
You let out a slow breath and nodded. “Yeah okay,” you pointed at him, “but I will need help buying food. That's too many mouths to feed.”
Minho laughed, leaning in to kiss you gently. “Deal.”
So now suddenly you were going to have your sister coming into town, she was going to meet your boyfriend, and one of the most popular kpop groups was going to be at your place for a watch party.
Easy.
Simple.
Not stressful at all.
You were so focused on the upcoming party over the weekend that you forgot the official Stray Kids account was going to be announcing the SKZ Code on Monday.
It honestly didn't even occur to you that said announcement might include your son's face.
It was Sojun who brought it to your attention just after your lunch break on Monday.
“Noona,” he called excitedly as he walked over to you. “Kija looks so cute in the promotional material!”
The look on your face must've betrayed the fact that you had no idea what he was talking about.
“Did you not see them?” He asked, turning his phone to show you. “I thought maybe they would've told you as part of your contract deal or something.”
You shook your head. “No, they didn't tell me. I sort of forgot.”
You gently took the phone from his hand so you could have a better look at the announcement.
The post was from their Twitter account. The text was simple, stating the episode names, numbers, and what dates they would air. Underneath was a pastel themed collage of the boys with the kids, presumably stills from the episodes themselves.
There was one picture of Kija in the lower left corner from storytime. He was seated in Minho's lap and Han, in full pig onesie, was seated next to him. Kija was looking up at Han in awe and the two boys were looking at him fondly.
You wanted to check the comments, but you handed Sojun his phone back. “Thank you for showing me.”
He beamed at you. “I'm excited to watch it. I bet he was so cute.”
You smiled. “He had a good time. It's gonna be adorable, I'm sure.”
You and Sojun talked for a little bit more before returning to your work. Once he was gone, you pulled out your own phone and quickly searched up their Twitter.
How did it already have tens of thousands of likes? It was posted 20 minutes ago.
You tapped on the comment button and tentatively scrolled down.
@ fivesteps2skz: oh my god, my heart is already exploding
@ skzmagicskooldropout: MINSUNG PARENTS ARE REAL!!!
@ dwaekikiki: why is Changbin so cute all alone on his scooter?? 😭
@ mongmongbby: i didnt know i needed Seungmin making faces at a toddler until this exact moment
@ sunshineracha: IM LIVING I MISSED THE BABY CONTENT
@ ooh.i.like.it: these babies are so so so cute, i can’t wait for this omg
You weren’t sure why you were expecting negativity, but the comments were just gushing over the boys and babies alike.
It made you smile a bit. Hopefully the reception to the video would be just as positive.
You sent the link to the post to your sister and went back to work.
Contact name: Sister Sister
Y/N: [link]
Y/N: the video announcement from Stray Kids! Figured you’d want to see it
Sister Sister: oh my goddd
Sister Sister: KIJA LOOKS SO CUTE
Sister Sister: that’s Minho’s lap he’s sitting in right?
Y/N: yeah it is
Sister Sister: ya know, i get why you went out with him then
Sister Sister: he looks so SOFT ugh
Sister Sister: can’t wait to bother him on Thursday~
Y/N: *Jae*
Sister Sister: its my JOB as your favorite and primary family member to harass him playfully to make sure he’s right for you
Y/N: just dont be too hard on him ok?
Sister Sister: no promises ;P
The week both flew by and dragged on. Any free time you had was dedicated to cleaning your place and figuring out what food you needed for the evening. Minho stopped by in the evenings to help out, and he reassured you repeatedly that everything was going to turn out fine.
“It’s just a hang out,” he said. “I promise the boys don’t have some sort of high, wild expectations about this.”
“I know,” you sighed. “I just don’t normally host a lot of people like this. I want it to be fun.”
“And it will be, because you and Kija are there.”
Your sister made it to your house right after work on Thursday.
You beamed as you saw her standing outside of your place. Immediately you were engulfed in a hug.
“It’s so good to see you,” she gushed.
“It is,” you agreed, holding her close, “I missed you.”
After a bit, she finally pulled back. “Alright come on, come on, I want to see my nephew.”
You laughed, quickly punching the code to get into your building before leading her inside.
“I’ll grab him while you put your stuff down in your place,” she said cheekily.
“Oh such a hardship for you, I’m sure,” you teased, grabbing her overnight bag from her.
Jae just winked at you and made her way over to Misoon’s apartment door. You snorted, rolling your eyes fondly as you unlocked your apartment.
You heard Misoon’s voice behind you.
“Oh Jae! It’s so lovely to see you again. It’s been too long.”
“It has been too long, Misoon. I hope Y/N hasn’t been working you too hard.”
“Oh she could never, and I love seeing Kija. He makes me feel young again.”
You set your sister's stuff in your bedroom and threw down your work bag, too. You made it back to your front door just in time to see Kija squealing excitedly and running into your sister's arms.
You were so thankful your son had someone like your sister in his life.
Kija started babbling excitedly to Jae, who held him on her hip happily. You waved to Misoon, mouthing a thank you to her as the two made their way over to your place.
Kija spotted you once your sister walked closer. He squealed. “Eomma!”
You beamed, leaning over to give him a big kiss on the cheek. “Hey baby. Is imo here?”
“Momo,” he agreed happily as he patted Jae's chest.
“That's right, your momo is here,” Jae agreed. “Now I heard you got some new cat plushies since I saw you last.”
Kija immediately perked up and squirmed in her arms. Jae laughed, setting him down and following him as he happily toddled over to his bedroom to show her his collection.
With him thoroughly distracted, you headed into the kitchen to start prepping for tonight.
The plan was for everyone to be here by 7:30, though most of the boys would probably be here around 7. Minho was going to be coming over in the next half an hour to help you with setup, and Jisung would likely be joining him.
Speak of the devil, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You pulled it out to check and noticed it was a new message from the man himself.
Contact name: Minho 🧡
Minho: just got off work, going to head home to change and grab some stuff then i'll be headed your way
Minho: is it okay if Jeongin comes along, too? His schedule got done earlier than expected and we're trying to take as few cars as possible
Y/N: sounds good <3 and yeah thats fine! As long as he knows it's gonna be boring for the first hour lol
Mimho: oh i'll put him to work, don't worry
Y/N: 😂 fair enough
Minho: is there anything else you need me to grab on my way?
Y/N: i don't think so, but we can always run and get it if we think of something
Minho: sounds good
Y/N: see you soon! Drive safe
Minho: will do 😸
“Minho’s gonna be here in half an hour,” you called out to your sister.
“Okay,” your sister called back. A moment later, she popped her head out of Kija’s room. “Do you need me to do anything with Kija?”
“Well,” you started, glancing around the kitchen, “I have an outfit picked out for him for tonight, but I don’t want to change him into it until he eats dinner, in case he spills all over himself.”
“When has he been eating?” She asked.
“Normally in about an hour from now, but we could probably feed him in the next 30 minutes or so,” you snorted. “Maybe after he calms down from Minho showing up.”
“No way Minho will be more exciting than me,” your sister said as Kija toddled over to you, holding up his black cat plushie to you.
You cooed at Kija. “Who is that baby?” You asked. Not looking up at your sister, you continued, “You’ll be old news by the time Minho shows up, sorry.”
Jae gasped dramatically, putting a hand to her chest. “How dare you.”
“Ki,” Kija said proudly as he held up the plushie. You nodded along.
“That’s right, that’s a kitty.”
It felt like you had so much to do, and yet you knew you had time as well as help on the way. For example, you wanted to move the furniture in the living room to make room for more people, but you had three boys almost here who you knew would be happy to help.
You’d started on some of the food, but you knew Minho had made some at home and would help more when he got here, too. Plus, if you started too early, it’d be cold when people got here.
You had an outfit you wanted to change into, and you wanted time to do your hair and makeup slightly, but you also couldn’t do it too early since you still had more cooking to do.
You just had the itch to be productive, when you knew things still needed to wait. It was slightly agonizing, honestly.
But you managed to stay busy until the buzzer at the door finally sounded.
You hurried over to let them in. Kija was currently in the living room standing by the couch. He had his plushie scattered around him and was babbling to your sister as he trotted the toys along.
“Kiki, guess who’s coming?” You asked playfully, making your son look over at you with wonder.
“Minho’s on his way up,” you said.
Kija immediately looked around, lips parted in shock. You giggled. “He’ll be here in a sec, okay?”
As if he heard you, there was a knock on the door. Kija screeched excitedly, and you had to scoop him up before he barreled over to the door himself. “Hang on bud, give me room to open the door first.”
Kija squirmed as you unlocked the door and opened it up.
The second he spotted Minho on the other side, he was trying to throw himself out of your arms.
Minho laughed, immediately stepping forward so you could let him go. He scooped up the boy and held him up high before giving him a kiss on his nose.
“Hi Kiki, yes, I’m excited to see you too,” he cooed.
“Mimo!” Kija giggled.
“Ugh,” Jisung groaned, putting the back of his hand up to his forehead. “I know he knows your name, but every time he says it in person my heart melts.”
Minho gave Jisung an unimpressed look over his shoulder. “They were just over at our place last weekend.”
“Every time!” he emphasized.
Jeongin rolled his eyes fondly and then smiled at you. “Nice to see you again Y/N. Thanks for having us over.”
“Of course,” you replied, stepping back to open the door further. “Thanks for coming.”
The three boys stepped inside, toeing off their shoes, as Jisung tried valiantly to steal Kija's attention from Minho.
“By the way,” you said, gesturing to your sister, “this is Jae, my sister. Jae, this is Jisung, Minho, and Jeongin.”
The four of them bowed and gave greetings to each other. You could see Jae eyeing Minho playfully. She was definitely going to corner him later.
“Okay,” Jisung said, clapping his hands and breaking the moment, “so what do you need us to do?”
Very quickly, everyone was assigned a task. Jisung and Jeongin were put to work rearranging the living room. Jae stole Kija back to work on feeding him dinner. Minho joined you in the kitchen focusing on making food.
You had a little over an hour before the other boys were going to start showing up. Your sister quickly got Kija fed and changed and Minho eventually shooed you away so you could get changed as well.
Before you knew it, there was another buzz at the door.
You scurried over and let the person in. Taking a step back and looking around the apartment once you did.
Plates, cups, drinks, and utensils were all set up. Another chair had been dragged out from your room and Changbin was supposedly bringing a few more. The boys had gotten the TV setup to be displaying the Stray Kids YouTube channel.
Why were you feeling stressed all of a sudden?
Minho, ever observant, clocked your sudden triple checking of everything. He stepped away from the stove and put a hand on your lower back.
“Everything is set up. It's fine,” he told you softly but firmly.
You nodded, trying to take a deep breath. “It just feels like that moment before you leave the hotel and you're convinced you've left everything behind.”
He snorted. “Well you live here, and there's a corner store just around the corner if we did forget something.”
“You're right, you're right,” you agreed softly. “Thank you.”
Minho hummed, kissing the top of your head. “Anytime.”
Just as Minho made it back into the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. You took another deep breath before opening it up.
“Hey guys,” you greeted, smiling.
Changbin and Hyunjin were on the other side, both holding different folding chairs. “Hey Y/N,” Changbin beamed. “The other three shouldn't be far behind, promise.”
“Oh it's no worries,” you reassured as you stepped back to let them in. “You can just set up those chairs in the living room. Thanks for bringing those by the way.”
“Of course,” Hyunjin replied, smiling. “Glad we could help.”
You quickly made more introductions with the boys and your sister. Kija happily toddled around, elated at how much attention he was getting.
As the last of the food was being finished and put out for people to eat, the door buzzed once more.
You let Chan, Felix, and Seungmin in and noticed they were carrying bags.
You looked at them, confused. You didn't remember them mentioning bringing anything else. “What's all this?”
The three of them just grinned and you realized the other boys were hiding smiles, too.
“We wanted to get Kija presents to celebrate his big debut!” Felix explained excitedly as he pulled out a gift bag.
“Oh my gosh, you guys are too much,” you groaned half-heartedly. “You know his birthday is literally next month, right?”
“That's over 30 days away, practically a month and a half,” Seungmin argued.
“Kiki,” Jisung called, squatting down and waving a bag at your son, “look what I got!”
Kija was quickly enraptured by the presents, and the boys were all delighted as he tore them open. You sighed fondly, standing by Minho, who was definitely also holding a bag.
Traitor.
Some of Kija's gifts included a stuffed camera, a beret, a picture book about cats, a Stray Kids themed t-shirt, a stuffed Han Quokka, a cute pair of sunglasses, and a star-printed onesie.
“Because he's a star now!” Felix said, grinning.
Jae threw her hands up in the air. “I didn't know we were supposed to bring gifts. You guys are making me look bad!”
As the boys apologized to a laughing Jae, you turned to look at Minho. “What about your gift?”
He held up the bag. “This is for you, actually.”
“Oh,” you replied softly as you took the bag from him. “Min, you didn't have to get me anything.”
“I know,” he said simply, gesturing to the bag.
You huffed fondly but began to move the tissue paper aside to reveal what he'd gotten for you.
In the bag was a small frame containing a picture of you, Minho, and Kija from your day at the zoo.
“Minho this is so sweet,” you cooed, looking up at him.
He gave you a small smile. “I thought about grabbing a screenshot from the footage, as a memory of that day, but I wanted you to be in it, too.”
“No this is perfect,” you reassured him. You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
Once the presents were cleaned up, well minus the beret which Hyunjin put onto Kija's head, everyone began to grab plates to eat.
It was honestly nice, just sitting around with a bunch of friends and enjoying a hot meal. It'd been a while since you'd gotten to do something like this.
It'd probably been at least since before Kija was born.
Kija sat between you and Minho, happily opening his mouth to steal some of your food anytime he wanted some. He had his camera plush in his lap beside his snow leopard plush.
He was content as could be.
“Now guys, don't be surprised if Kija falls asleep before this video is over,” you warned lightly. “He's normally asleep by 8:30.”
“Aw but he's gotta see himself on the big screen,” Hyunjin whined.
You snorted. “He might not even realize it's himself up there to be fair.”
Food was quickly cleaned up and everyone grabbed a seat in the living room as the time finally ticked over to 8pm. Jeongin refreshed the page and there the video was.
The video opened on a shot of the boys looking exhausted. Kija was seated between Minho's legs, happily playing with a car as the other boys were strewn about the room.
“How are we supposed to do this for five hours?” Seungmin groans.
As the camera zoomed out and Seungmin started laughing, a caption appeared on the screen reading, “What happened to Stray Kids?”
Jae started laughing, too. “What, you guys couldn't handle a couple of kids between the eight of you?”
“They're a lot of work,” Hyunjin whined.
“Wasn't it like one kid per two full grown man?” She teased.
The video cut to the SKZ Code intro animation. It still featured their SKZoo characters, but had clearly been updated since the last time you'd seen an episode.
“I can't believe you guys are up to 93 SKZ Codes now,” you noted.
Han leaned forward to look at you, eyes narrowed slightly. “Have you seen a SKZ Code before?”
Instead of answering, you turned and gave Minho a half-hearted glare. “Did you not tell them?”
He shrugged, smirking. “It didn't seem relevant.”
You glared at him for a moment longer before looking back in Han's direction. “Yes, I've seen a SKZ Code before. Well… most of them until I stopped watching.” You felt a blush climbing up your cheeks. “I definitely considered myself a fairly active Stay at one point.”
“And now you hate us?” Changbin gasped dramatically.
“No, but having a kid kinda changes your priorities… and finances,” you explained.
“Who was your bias?” Seungmin asked, a mischievous glint in his gaze.
Your sister started laughing again as you looked away from all of them. “I never could pick-”
Your sister laughed louder.
Hyunjin pointed at her. “You know something.”
She snorted. “Of course I do.” She glanced at you and then back at Hyunjin. “Who was the one with the rabbit again?”
“No way,” Felix gasped, looking over at you.
You felt a hand slide over your shoulder as Minho tugged you closer to his side. Kija was now seated in his lap.
“Hyung, you knew?” Jisung asked.
“Of course, she told me already,” Minho replied simply. “It's because she has taste.”
Once the intro was over, the episode started with the cameras just on the kids. Kija was up on the stage, playing with some of the toys.
It felt odd seeing something you'd watched happen from just a slightly different angle. It almost made it feel unreal, even though you knew it had happened.
The episode was fun to watch, especially since your sister had no point of reference for it, so her reactions were very enjoyable.
It was also interesting to see different angles for some of the moments you remember, like seeing the kids playing upstairs, or the moment when Minho fell down the stairs and they zoomed in on Kija kissing the top of his head.
The other fun thing was the captions added by the editors. One in particular that made you giggle was when Seungmin said, “He already found a new cat friend.”
The editors added whiskers to Minho’s face and the caption read, “Does he mean Lee Know or the stuffie?”
The boys managed to get Kija interested in the TV a few times during the episode. In particular, he seemed to like the close ups of Minho, or anytime the boys were laughing. Hyunjin scooped him up during the dancing section and shimmied around the room with him, making him giggle.
Honestly it was a fun evening. Kija even managed to stay awake during the whole video, though he kept yawning and rubbing his eyes. As the video was showing a preview for the next part, Minho turned Kija around in his lap so he could easily rest his head on his shoulder.
Kija snuggled into Minho’s neck, one of his hands grasping at his shirt. You saw his eyes flutter shut and not open again.
“Wow,” your sister said as the video came to a close, “I can’t believe Kija’s a superstar now.”
You wrinkled your nose. “God I hope not.”
“What do you mean?” Hyunjin protested. “He’s so cute he deserves to be a superstar.”
“I just… don’t want him to get used to random strangers coming up and knowing his name,” you replied.
“Honestly I doubt it’ll happen,” Chan told you. “Even we can walk around fairly often and not get bothered, so a single SKZ Code won’t make him suddenly super well known.”
Minho hummed in agreement. “He’ll be okay, I promise.”
“That video was so cute though,” Jae commented. “So, same time next week, right?”
You smiled. “I mean, if you all want to. I know you guys are pretty busy.”
“I’ll be here for sure,” Minho said.
The boys all agreed that they’d check their schedules and let you know.
“Even if not, I still appreciate you all being here for this one.” You smiled. “It was a lot of fun. And thank you for the gifts for Kija, too.”
“Kija deserves all of the gifts,” Hyunjin said seriously.
The boys stuck around for another hour, the ten of you just hanging out and chatting, while they also slowly helped clean up. Kija continued to sleep through all of it. You told Minho he could put him down in his bed, but he just shrugged and continued holding him.
Eventually, the boys began to leave. You gave them all hugs goodbye, when you realized that Jisung and Jeongin were leaving with Changbin and Hyunjin.
You glanced at Minho. “Are you staying?”
He smiled. “If you’ll have me.”
“Don’t you have work in the morning?”
He shrugged. “I have a late start tomorrow.” He stepped closer, sliding one hand around your lower back. “Plus, I’d much rather wake up with you.”
You giggled softly. “I’d rather wake up with you, too.”
“Hey!” Jae said. “Don’t forget I’m still here.”
You gave Minho a soft kiss on the lips before turning and glaring playfully at your sister. “What, so I can’t flirt with my boyfriend if you’re here now?”
“Not until after I give him the shovel talk,” she replied, putting her hands on her hips before turning just slightly to look at Minho. “You seem really nice, and I noticed how you look at my sister and Kija, so I like you. I don’t care if you’re an idol, though. If you hurt her, you’ll have me to answer to.”
“I don’t plan on hurting her,” he replied softly yet firmly, “but if I do, I’ll deliver myself to you personally.”
Your sister narrowed her eyes at him for a moment before nodding. “Good.”
You blinked at her and then raised an eyebrow. “Okay so I can kiss him now?”
“You’re a grown woman, who am I to stop you?”
You laughed and Minho snorted, leaning in to kiss your forehead.
The three of you continued to wind down for the evening. Minho finally put Kija to bed before helping you set up a place for your sister to sleep.
Finally, you got ready for bed, yourself, crawling in under the covers next to Minho.
“Should I check the comments on the video?” You asked him softly after a moment.
Minho turned his phone so you could see the screen. He already had the YouTube app open on his phone. “They’re all positive. People love him, and the other boys, too. Some people are joking about this being a ploy to ‘raise the baby rate’ here in Korea but,” he shrugs.
You rested your head on his chest and Minho angled his phone so you could read some of the comments, too.
@ iceforskz.122: oh my god i don’t even have ovaries and they’re exploding
@ woofwoofmong: I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED CHAN IN A WOLF ONESIE UNTIL NOW
( 뮤즈 ) ⃕ ωhen your very sweet neighbor passes away, the family asks if you can help pack up her house. unexpectedly her grandson comes to help out and he is exactly how Mrs. Lee described him ── sweet, funny and just your type.
এ smau fluff fem reader minor death mention grief in humor
it's your birthday! so you spend it with your eight idiot (lovingly) boyfriends
pairing: poly!skz x fem!reader
genre: smau, humor
content: the gc throughout the day of your birthday, loveable idiots, chan has the braincell, slightly suggestive at times
ss: 14
a/n: happy birthday to meeee <3 i hope you all enjoy!! come back and read it on your birthday 🙂↕️
♡ m.list
summary: you get home completely desperate and ruined by a video of your boyfriend in the gym and jeongin realises that very quickly
a/n: that fucking video? i just HAD to do this i’m sorry (i’m not sorry at all)
your keys barely stop shaking before they slide into the lock and the second you enter your apartment, you kick the door shut behind you with enough force to make the frame rattle. your pulse is loud in your ears, so loud you almost miss the muffled sound of water running deeper inside the apartment. you can smell his familiar scent in the air and it hits you straight in your chest.
no, not in your chest, much lower.
you drop your bag onto the floor without care and start walking, your shoes gone by the second step down the hallway. your fingers are already tugging at your t-shirt, impatient and fast, dragging the fabric over your head so fast it nearly catches on your earrings. your phone slips from your hand onto the sofa somewhere beside you, the screen still glowing with the paused video that ruined the last ten minutes of your commute.
jeongin at the gym, sweating, doing god knows what exercise that was, you don’t even know if there was anything else in that video. he was breathing hard, the black t-shirt he was wearing clinging to him in a way that should honestly be illegal.
that fucking video.
he had posted it on bubble, saying he had gone with chan to the gym, and it only took a few minutes before everyone else started posting it on twitter, screaming about it and going crazy. and of course, it had reached your timeline too, and the moment you saw it, you had to cross your legs tighter on your seat to not come there and then.
but now, you are finally in your apartment, tearing yourself apart in the hallway like you cannot stand having anything between your skin and his hands for another second.
your jeans hit the floor next, then your underwear and finally your bra. a trail of clothes follows behind you all the way to the bathroom while steam curls through the open door, and the moment you see his silhouette through the glass, your heartbeat turns frantic.
his broad shoulders.
his wet hair as he tilts his head back.
you don’t even knock, and when the shower door slides open, jeongin looks up immediately. his eyes drag down your body, slowly, devouring you already, and his reaction is instant.
“fuck”, he says, and that word alone nearly takes your knees out.
his hands are on your hips before the door fully closes again, gripping hard enough to pull you flush against him, wet skin against wet skin as the water hits your body.
“you ran here or something?”, he says, smirking.
you shake your head once, your fingers already sliding into his damp hair, pushing it back and gripping at the roots while water steams down his face. his eyes flutter for the briefest second at the feeling and he lets a groan leave his lips.
“you saw it, didn’t you?”, he says.
the smirk in his voice makes heat rush straight through you and you glare at him.
“everyone saw it, jeongin”
he laughs under his breath, and looks at you, his eyes dark and teasing.
“you jealous, babe?”
“no”, you answer, though your voice comes out breathless, “just annoyed”
“annoyed?”
“yeah, because people got to look at you before i did”
his grip on your hips tightens and then, everything changes. your back hits the shower wall a second later, making a gasp leave your mouth as jeongin crowds into you completely, already hard and solid and dripping wet. water runs down the sharp line of his jaw, over his throat and across the muscles still tense from the gym, and you swear your brain stops functioning for a second.
“oh really?”, he says, completely teasing you.
but before he can say anything else, you are already kissing him, hard and fast. his mouth opens against yours instantly, one of his hands sliding from your hip up your waist while the other presses against the small of your back, pinning you close enough that you can feel every breath he takes.
your lips clash messily and desperately against each other as you tug at his hair and he groans into your mouth.
“oh fuck… y/n”, he whispers between kisses, his forehead knocking against yours for a second before he kisses you again, much harder and deeper this time, like he finally understands exactly what kind of mood you walked in carrying.
the exact same mood he had started.
your nails scrape against his scalp and his fingers dig into your hips as water pours endlessly over your bodies. his fingers move and then tighten on your thighs suddenly and before you can even react properly, he lifts you effortlessly. you jump and then you wrap your legs around his waist while his hands hold you there securely, his palms warm and firm against your skin despite the water pouring over both of you.
“jeongin-”
he cuts you off with another kiss, deep and consuming, stealing every coherent thought from your head. your fingers stay tangled in his wet hair while he presses your back against the wall again, pressing you there like he can’t get close enough. every inch of him feels hot against your body, his breathing uneven against your lips every time you pull away for air.
then his mouth leaves yours and a groan slips from you as his kisses drag down your jaw and across your throat. he knows exactly what he’s doing, judging by the way his grip flexes against your thighs when you tilt your head back for him.
“been thinking about this the whole ride home?”, he says against your neck.
you barely manage a shaky nod and a needy whine.
“that video ruined you that bad, huh?”
you pull him back up by his hair just to kiss him again instead of answering and he just groans into your mouth, breathless and just as affected as you are. he breaks the kiss again to drag his mouth down your jaw and throat, sucking hard at the sensitive spot on your neck. a scream tears from your chest when he bites down there and then soothes the sting with his tongue.
his lips keep moving lower and lower, licking at the water beading on your collarbone and your chest until he starts sucking your nipple, his tongue flicking against it. you arch into him as your hips grind against his stomach where his cock is trapped between your bodies, thick and heavy.
you can’t take it anymore.
your hand slides from his hair to his jaw, forcing his face up and you crash your lips back into his. as you kiss, you reach down between your bodies and your fingers wrap around the base of his cock.
he hisses into your mouth as his hips jerk forward and then, you line him up with your entrance and he pushes inside you in one thrust. you both let out a broken and loud moan that melds into the other’s mouth. your head falls back against the wall, your eyes squeezing shut as he stays there for a moment, letting you adjust.
“move”, you whisper when you’re ready, your voice cracking, “please, m-move”
he doesn’t need to be told twice.
he pulls out slowly, agonisingly slow, until only the tip remains and then he slams back in hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. a cry escapes you, your legs tightening around his waist as he starts moving faster and your moans turn into broken screams of his name.
“y/n… fuck, you feel so good”
his mouth is everywhere - on your neck as he sucks bruises into your skin, on your chest as he bites your breasts, on your ears as he bites and licks, on your lips as he swallows your whimpers. your fingers move to his hair again where they stay buried as you try to tug him and pull him even closer to you, even if that’s not possible.
the pressure inside you keeps building and you can feel him getting closer too, his rhythm getting sloppier and his breath turning into ragged gasps against your throat.
“fuck- y/n, i- i’m close”, he grunts, his forehead against yours now.
“m-me too”, you manage to say between moans.
he kisses you again, deep and messy, and that’s what makes you finally break. your orgasm hits you like a wave crashing through you, your walls clenching around him as you moan against his mouth. he follows you a second later, his groan vibrating against your lips as he comes inside you, his cum spilling hot and thick, filling you as the water washes over both of you.
for a long moment afterwards, neither of you moves and the only sound left in the bathroom is the shower running and both of you trying to catch your breath. jeongin moves his forehead to your shoulder, still holding you up effortlessly while his fingers trace lazy patterns along your thighs now instead of gripping hard.
you laugh quietly first, completely breathless.
“this is your fault”, you say laughing.
he lifts his head just enough to look at you, his damp hair stuck to his forehead and his lips completely swollen from kissing you.
“my fault?”, he asks you innocently.
“you knew exactly what you were doing with that video”
a grin spreads slowly across his face.
“maybe”
you stare at him for a moment before you groan and hide your face against his shoulder, making him laugh properly this time. then his hands slide up your back gently, completely different now to the way he was holding you mere minutes ago.
“you still annoyed, babe?”, he asks you.
you pull back just enough to narrow your eyes at him, “very much”
he smiles and then moves to kiss you again, slower this time.
“good”, he whispers against your lips.
the library
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pairing: Bang Chan x f!reader
wc: 22 ss
tags/warnings: soulmate!au, friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, angst/fluff, mutual pining, poor communication, cursing
part one // part two // part three
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Summary: Everyone has their soulmate's first words to them tattooed on their skin, which might be helpful if yours didn't just say a generic "Hi." Your best friend Chan has the same one—well, that's what he told you.
a/n: The last part of my 1k follower event! Thanks to everyone who voted in the polls and read and left comments. I hope you enjoy the ending!
The End
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Even as I check off items on my bucket list
Someone, please, fill my heart and quench my thirst
I cry out, repeating, yet no one answers
No words are ever enough, I'm begging you, please
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