hi !! my name is tia (she / they / it) ― i hope you enjoy my posts, and my ask box is always open. most of my works are smut, so dni if you are under 18 !! ⋆ ꒰ఎ ✰︎ ໒꒱
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i mainly write for skz and txt, but i stan so many groups and would be willing to write for anyone― so if you're curious if i write for your faves just ask !!
i will refuse to write:
r*pe / noncon, scat, incest, extreme gore, sexual ageplay, abuse
→ hi lovelies !! if i haven’t said it enough already, thank you so much for 1,000 followers– i love you all so much & your support and engagement means so much to me !! ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )
→ i’ve received a lot of asks wondering why i haven’t been as active as i used to be, and i wanted to answer that now, especially bc it ties into why i decided to open up commissions.
→ i won’t be too explicit, but this year has been rough. disability struggles, escaping an abusive relationship, university stress, familial estrangement, impending homelessness… it’s been a lot. but !! this isn’t a post for sympathy― i’m feeling hopeful and i’m in a much better place mentally now. despite this, though, these struggles have led to me being dead broke, so i'm here asking for additional help.
→ i did manage to secure myself a place to live. i just need to earn money for basic necessities, like food and rent. and i figured i would try and earn money the way i enjoy spending my time anyway: with writing !!
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## process ―
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## rules ―
→ i mainly write for stray kids and tomorrow x together, but i stan so many groups (ateez, seventeen, bts etc.) and would be willing to write for anyone !!
→ if you give me enough details, i'm willing to write for any ocs you may have, though i may contact you frequently with a question for accuracy.
→ aus and nsfw are OK. depending on your request, i may be willing to write gore and horror. i will refuse to write r*pe / noncon, scat, incest, extreme gore, sexual ageplay, abuse.
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the pronouns you'd like to use.
what member(s) you want to include, and any relationships they may have with you and/or each other (i’m willing, but less inclined, to write member x member fics).
the number of members involved in the main relationship (i.e., poly including 3+ people) may affect pricing.
## payment ―
→ the pricing is as follows:
~ 500 words: £5
~ 1k words: £10
~ 1.5k words: £15
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→ for longer fics (2.5k+ words), it would be an additional £5 for every extra 500 words.
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warnings: smut, sub! (afab) reader, hard dom! lee know, light degradation (use of the petname 'slut'), spanking, nipple play, oral (m receiving), fingering, light slapping & choking, unprotected sex. as per usual, i didn't proof-read this (๑ ˊ͈ ᐞ ˋ͈ )b
synopsis: After moving into her dream apartment, y/n is surprised to find her attractive neighbour knocking on her door asking to help her move in... (2.7k)
You crashed onto your freshly made bed, way too exhausted to move after you had spent the entire day moving into your brand new apartment. Boxes and bags of both valuable and forgotten stuff littered the place, still packed up. It had taken you a couple of hours to drive up to the city, then an ungodly amount of time for the moving van to arrive with your belongings as you toured the city in the meantime. When you were reunited with your luggage, it took an embarrassing amount of time to carry it all up to your new apartment - you then realised that moving onto the tenth floor was a better idea in theory.
Turning your attention from your bedroom ceiling to the large window next to you, it was hard not to gasp at the skyline view of Seoul. I mean, hell that was the entire reason you wanted to move into this building. You saw the flickering lights of streetlights and the hundreds of rushing city-goers that the lights illuminated; you adored how you could see the city park from your room, it looked gorgeous in the sunset. Suddenly everything clicked in your brain: you were home. Granted you still needed to unpack, and call someone to fix your busted kitchen sink but… you could get used to feeling this comfortable for once.
With this calming atmosphere, you could have very easily succumbed to your fatigue while admiring the view. That was until a knock on the door boomed through the apartment, shocking you back onto your feet. You quickly moved from your bedroom, and down the corridor, to your front door - since you had moved in a few hours ago, the last thing you were expecting was a visitor.
You swung the door open to reveal an aloof looking stranger, “Oh hey,” he flashed you a smile. “I’m, uh Minho- I live next door.” You briefly glanced to where he pointed, to the apartment to the right of yours. Looking back to your neighbour, you realised that there was something instantly captivating about Minho. His brunette hair looked freshly tousled; his deep brown eyes were focused, almost intimidatingly so. “My roommate asked me to come over to check if you needed any help with moving in?”
Your cheeks flushed at the kind gesture, as a warm smile washed over your face. “Well, nice to meet you Minho! I’m (Y/n),” You leaned against, the doorway, still looking up at the handsome stranger who lives next door. “And I appreciate that, but I finished bringing up all my stuff a while ago…” Your eyes widened, “I wasn’t a disruption was I? I’m sorry if I was making too much noise carrying my suitcases up all the stairs but-”
He cut you off with a laugh, causing your face to redden further, “No, no, it wasn’t a disruption at all but,” He wheezed, “but did you actually take the stairs? I didn’t think Chan was serious... Y/n we’re on the tenth floor and- You know there’s an elevator?”. If you weren’t so enamoured with his genuine laughter, maybe you would have been more embarrassed.
“You’re kidding... and you didn’t come to tell me that a couple hours ago? You’re mean.” You whined, covering your face with your hands as to hide your flushed complexion.
The laughter eventually died down as Minho spoke up again, “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I’m very impressed that you hauled everything up the stairs by yourself- I’m not sure I could do it.” You failed to notice the slight blush on his cheeks as he looked away. “But if you don’t need my help, I should probably get going.”
Your facial features twisted into disappointment, sad to see the stranger leave so soon. “Oh, well-,” You racked your mind for an excuse to invite him in, “You don’t happen to be any good at fixing things, do you? My uh, my sink is completely broke and our landlord won’t do anything about it.” Your eyes were fixed on the floor, hoping that your excuse to keep his company wasn’t so transparent.
Minho was taken aback, secretly grateful that he could spend more time with you. He laughed softly, “I’m not exactly a plumber, but I think I know what the problem is- we had a similar issue with our sink when we moved in.” Your eyes locked with his as you smiled, thankful that your neighbour was so incredible “Lead the way, lovely.”
You opened the door wider, stepping aside to welcome him into your bare apartment. “Um, sorry about the lack of furniture and decor and... everything-” You shyly chuckled as you closed the door behind him.
“Oh yeah, I’m totally judging you right now.” Minho jokingly rolled his eyes, “Nah, It took me weeks to unpack. And another couple of months to decorate. Well, my roommate did the majority of the decorating - he just put up our curtain this afternoon, actually.”
You both walked to the kitchen, no need for directions as your studio apartment was arranged identically to your neighbours. Once reaching the kitchen, he got to work checking out the damage. He turned the facet; causing a spray of water to attack you both. Minho quickly turned around to apologise as you laughed brightly, for what felt like the hundredth time since you had met the man. He stilled, admiring your genuine joy as you looked back to him.
“Yeah, I don’t know what I’m doing…” Minho smiled shyly, taking a step back to ensure he wouldn’t cause any more damage “I, uh- I don’t know if can fix this, I’m not handy at all...” He glanced down, only now realising how soaked your t-shirt was. He coughed, wide eyes searching for anything else to focus on, “Oh fuck, uh... why don’t I leave?” The awkward tone in Minho’s voice was not lost on you, nor was the tightness in his denim jeans.
He took a few nervous steps away before you chimed in, eager to calm the thick tension. “Minho, it’s okay! Um, you got wet as well so, I could dry your shirt while you’re here…” You flushed, intensely aware of how exposed your chest was under the thin - now transparent - material. Your panties soon matched the wetness of your top as his eyes shamelessly checked you out, not that you were complaining.
“Well I can’t say no to that, I guess,” Minho smirked, as he slowly stripped off the wet button-up. It was impossible to look away from his body as he removed his clothes, the glint in his eyes proving that his teasing was intentional as your eyes scanned down his lean frame. “So, did you want me to keep pretending to know how to fix your sink?”
You smiled, taking his shirt from him as you looked away. He chuckled, “What? Now you’re shy?” Minho brought his hand up to your cheek, wiping a drop of water off your face. You pulled his hand off your cheek, moving his fingers to caress your lips as you took two fingers into your mouth. You sucked slowly, not once breaking eye contact with Minho as his arrogant smile faltered. “Oh, fuck…” He moaned lowly, eyes darkening as he looked at you in awe, “...your slutty mouth sucking on my fingers.”
You removed his fingers from your mouth, “Oh don’t worry, I’m not shy just...” You smiled, taking a slow step away from him, “Just thought you wouldn’t want to be the only shirtless one here,”. You tensed as you pulled the wet top over your head, hissing slightly at the cool air against your hard nipples.
Minho released a shaky breath as you carelessly threw your shirt behind you “So, is this something you do often?” He looked down at you as he closed the distance between you both, cornering you against the kitchen counter, “act like a fucking whore to get what you want?” His voice was noticeably deeper, matching the darkness in his eyes.
“Maybe it is,” You innocently giggled, not yet cowering to his dominance - despite how desperately you wanted to, “That’s not an issue- is it, Minho?”
“Well, I guess it’s just my lucky day that I’m what you want.” His eyes were cast down as his hand quickly moved up to your body, trailing up your sides. You flinched suddenly at the coolness of his fingers and he smirked, amused by your sensitivity. “God, you look fucking perfect.”
His hands caressed the sides of your tits as you whined, looking up at him. “Minho…” You gasped, “Please, just-”
He scoffed “Nope, you can’t start begging now - you started this, slut” His hand moved swiftly to grope your chest, fingers roughly pinching your nipples as you moaned. You would have been shy about how needy you sounded if your mind wasn’t clouded with desperation.
“Am I making your pussy wet already?” You nodded, biting your lip as you brought your own hand down to rub against his covered bulge. “Oh fuck” He moaned, “You really are slut aren’t you? I bet you’re desperate for my dick in your mouth, aren’t you kitten?”
You nodded, moaning as his fingers continued their assault on your breasts. “Well then, my pretty little slut,” his hands moved of your chest, bringing up to carefully pull on the roots of your hair, “get on your knees and suck my fucking cock.”
Kneeling on the cool tile of your kitchen, you looked up to Minho as he unzipped his pants just enough to free his impossibly hard cock. He brought his hand up to your head as he stroked your hair lovingly, smiling as his other hand came down to your cheek. His smile dropped as he slapped your cheek - not enough to hurt, but the shock was plenty to soak your panties further.
He chuckled darkly as the hand on your head forced your head towards his cock, “That’s it slut, take my cock.” He wiped his precum across your lips as you took his cock in your mouth. “Oh f- fuck, you fucking- you fucking slut. That’s so good.” Minho moaned out, as he quickly began bucking his hips, ruthlessly forcing his cock further down your throat. Your spit coated his shaft, flowing down your chin as you continued to look up, determined to not break eye contact while he fucked your throat.
Minho choaked out a moan, “Oh, fuck, your mouth feels so fucking warm - keep sucking my cock,” His eyes closed tightly as he began to whine, “Oh, you’re so good for me” You continued to suck his cock, hollowing out your cheeks to suck harder. “Shit, I walked in this place ten minutes ago and I’m now about to bend you over the counter and fuck your pussy.” You moaned around his cock as he continued to thrust into you; the wetness in your panties became unbearable.
With one last moan from him, Minho pulled you off his dick, “Ok- ok, fuck,” He gasped, desperate to catch his breath, “You almost made me cum, fuck I- I need to fuck you.” He took a shaky step back, bringing a hand down to help you stand, “Please, can I fuck you.”
Standing up from your knees, you only responded with a deep kiss. You wrapped your fingers in his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks as you pushed your body against his. He quickly regained his energy, pushing against you with equal intensity. While you were focused on his lips Minho worked to pull down your sweatpants; you step out of them as they fall to the floor. He quickly moves his hands into your wet panties “Fuck, your panties are drenched” He chuckled, feeling you moan against his neck, “You really are a fucking slut.”
Your hips rut against his hand as he roughly circled your clit. “Oh fuck, fuck- Minho please-” You begged, grinding your hips in a meek attempt to feel more of him. He brought his free hand back up to your cheek, giving you another light slap as you whimper.
“You’re such a desperate whore for me, baby.” He taunts, amused by how you’re panting already: unashamedly needy for him, “Ok, turn around and bend the fuck over.” He pulls his hand out of your panties and grabs your hips to turn you around, forcing you to bend over the kitchen counter. “Baby, your ass is amazing,” Minho growled, spanking the swell of your ass suddenly, “Do you like having your ass smacked like that?” You whimpered, nodding your head as you arched your back. “Yeah, sluts like you usually do.” He slaps your ass again, immediately starting to rub where it began to sting.
“Come on, get your leg up on the counter now,” He demanded, “I need to fuck you.” He brought one hand up to your throat, squeezing your neck from behind as he used his free hand to guide his cock into your heat, teasingly sliding his tip up and down your cunt before slowly pushing inside of you. Your unrestricted moans were loud enough to echo throughout your small kitchen - hell, Minho’s roommate could probably hear you from next door.
“Fuck,” Minho moaned, tightening his grip on your neck slightly, “your tight pussy is so fucking good, you’re so wet for my cock - such a good... f- fuck, such a good fucking slut.” He bent over, thrusting into you from a new angle, as he kissed behind your ear and down your neck to your shoulders.
“Fuck...holy shit..fuck...that’s it, kitten” He moaned lowly in your ear. You whined in response, desperately chasing your release as he continued to thrust into you roughly. “Do you want to cum already, kitten? Does my slut want to fucking cum on my cock?”
You could only whine in response, already fucked out from Minho’s unrelenting thrusts into your core. He laughs, “Aww, is my little slut fucked out...you wanna cum so bad don’t you?” Minho only speeds up, fucking you harder onto the kitchen counter as your legs began to shake.
“Oh, s- s- shit, right there- Please, fuck that feels so good, sir,”. You felt your high crash over you as you came, feeling the wetness pool onto the counter below.
“Fucking tell me how hard you like it, slut” Minho begins to lose his rhythm, as he pulls his hand away from your neck, “Your pussy is clenching my dick so tight- Fuck, I can feel you cumming, baby” He moans out, “Oh fuck, s- such a good slut. Oh fuck...I’m going to cum, Y/n.” Minho growled, bucking wilding into you, “Do you want me to pull out and cover your ass in-”.
You practically screamed, as your entire body quaked from overstimulation “No, no p- please - cum in me please, oh f- fuck... please cum in me, sir.”
“Do you want me to cum in your pussy? Yeah?...you want me to breed you…” He started moaning louder, hurriedly chasing his own release “F- fuck, let everyone in this fucking building hear how much of a slut their new neighbour is.” Minho fucks his cum into you, his body shaking slightly from the intensity of his high.
After a few minutes of silence, he pulls out of you and quickly helps you off the counter. “Fuck, that was amazing.” He laughs, clearly still in a post-nut haze. “Let me... grab a towel” As Minho runs off, you finally come down from your post-orgasm high, suddenly hyper-aware of your nudity.
He returns a few moments later, clean towel in hand. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up- Oh, uh… sorry for tainting your kitchen by the way.”
You laugh, taking the towel off him to wipe yourself clean, “Oh, it’s ok- maybe next time we can find somewhere more appropriate.” Stunned by your blunt reply, he chuckles.
“Well, you know where to find me if you need anything else around your apartment fixed.”
❝ ‘d’ — do you enjoy writing drama? what's your favourite? ❞ 🎭
i think writing drama is a lot of fun, but i very rarely do it— writing is more of an escapism for me, so any angsty drama storylines are difficult for me. i would enjoy writing more drama in the future tho !! (if you have any dramatic fic suggestions, lmk <3)
❝ ‘g’ — what's your favourite genre to write? ❞ 📚
is it too obvious to say smut?? hehe
❝ ‘k’ — what's your favourite setting/type of kiss to write? ❞ 👩❤️💋👩
aaaaa i just love writing any kiss scene, i’m such a softie. i think the most fun kiss scenes to write are the moments when character a interrupts character b with a kiss mid-dialogue— OR kisses in the rain (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
❝ ‘i’ — what kind of image do you think you hold in the eyes of your readers? How do you think they perceive you? ❞ 🕵️
i.. have no idea (@_@;; ) i’m not sure if it’s just bc i’m autistic, but i never know how i’m perceived by others— i hope you all see me as a kind person who you can always chill with (who sometimes writes fics lmaosdfj) !!
❝ ‘n’ — do you like writing about the outdoors? a certain type of weather or season? ❞ 🏕️
i love writing about the outdoors !! anything with heavy description is most fun for me to write, and that absolutely includes the outdoors. i don’t dislike writing any season, but i get so happy writing a rainy scene or autumn / winter environment ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡
❝ ‘t’ — what's your favourite fanfic trope? what's one you avoid like the plague? ❞ ✍️
my absolute favourite fic tropes are coffee shop au / fantasy au, slow burn, and enemies to lovers <33 i usually skip crack fics, they’re just not my thing idk
❝ ‘a’ — do you like/write abo fics? ❞ 🐺
i have to admit it… abo fics are a guilty pleasure of mine !! instinct by @fizzydrink698 changed my life for the better, so i can heavily vibe with an abo fic but i don’t think i would ever write one (maybe in the future… hm…)
❝ ‘b’ — do you use a beta reader? What's your editing process like? ❞ 📑
my editing process is the laziest ever: after writing, i’ll put the fic through a couple grammar checking sites, then give a brief proof-read before posting. ㅠㅠ; i’ll get better so i can produce better content soon, i promise !!
heyy, congrats on reaching your follower milestone!! 💌
and for the ask game: M & Q?
— aj (@multifandomfantasies) 🤍 from my main blog
❝ ‘m’ — do you use music to write or make playlists for certain fics? ❞ 🎶
yes !! i don’t always post them, but always make playlists for my fics- i planned to only make them for my longer fics / series, but i enjoy making playlists too much </3 plus they help me get into the headspace of what i’m writing (˳˘ ɜ˘)˳ ♬♪♫
❝ ‘q’ — do you have any quirks as a writer? ❞ 🥸
hmm, i’m not really sure… one thing i was made aware of recently is that i love starting a fic or scene with dialogue, i think it’s just a fun way to immediately grab attention. i suppose making playlists for all my fics is also a quirk lmaoo
What's more exciting than another fanfic writer ask game? I couldn't find one that I wanted to use, so I just figured I'd add a new one to the Tumblr pile lol
Behold... the fanfic writer ABCs!
A. Alpha/Beta/Omega - Do you like/write ABO fics?
B. Beta Reader - Do you use a beta reader? What's your editing process like?
C. Cliffhangers - Do you write cliffhangers into your fics? Why or why not?
D. Drama - Do you enjoy writing drama? What's your favorite?
E. Explicit - Do you write the spicy stuff? ;-)
F. Fanfiction - What got you into fanfiction?
G. Genre - What's your favorite genre to write?
H. Happy- Do you write happy endings? Any particular reason why?
I. Image - What kind of image do you think you hold in the eyes of your readers? How do you think they perceive you?
J. Jokes - Do you write some humor into your fics?
K. Kiss - What's your favorite setting/type of kiss to write?
L. Length - Do you prefer writing short or long fics? Maybe somewhere in the middle? What do you consider to be your average fic length?
M. Music - Do you use music to write or make playlists for certain fics?
N. Nature - Do you like writing about the outdoors? A certain type of weather or season?
O. Outline - Do you outline your fics or fly by the seat of your pants?
P. Posts - Where do you post your fics? Do you post on a set schedule?
Q. Quirks - Do you have any quirks as a writer?
R. Romance - Do you write for any certain ship? What's your OTP or main pairing?
S. Symbolism - Are there any recurring themes in your fics? Any symbolism?
T. Trope - What's your favorite fanfic trope? What's one you avoid like the plague?
U. Undo - If you could go back and change a fic, be it a twist, or an ending, which one would it be?
V. Villain - Do you have a favorite villain? In which of your fics did you enjoy writing them the most?
W. Wips - How many wips do you have? What is taking the majority of your time currently?
X. Excitement - Which of your fics seems to generate the most excitement?
Y. Yearning - How do you feel about slow burns?
Z. Zing - Do you write love at first sight? That immediate ziinnggg of attraction?
but bestie have you seen this???? the thousands of vocal chan has me f e r a l 😫
no bc. BESTIE UGH. the thoughts im having. i need a minute. just lemme ONE SEC
— chan being the kind who'd love to tease you, sending you messages saying he's needy or, sending you voice notes of him jerking off.
— the way he'd also get off on the most simple innocent pics of you, and sending you a 10 second video/audio clip of him morning, which get you riled up for him.
— phone sex with chan is mostly him teasing you, while being on skype/facetime with him, just so he can see and hear how you get needy, a smirk forming on his face when he knows of the way he affects you.
— "pretty baby wants me, don't you hm? you want me to help you feel good yeah? so fucking beautiful and desperate when you hump my pillow hmm? show me how you ride it, doll. let me see what im missing on."
including; bangchan, han jisung, seo changbin, lee felix, hwang hyunjin, lee minho, kim seungmin, yang jeongin
genre; fluff:)
BANGCHAN had you cuddled in his lap, typing away on the keyboard and carefully testing out rhythms with an effortlessly attractive focused expression. however it seemed he took hint of your watchful eyes, filled with adoration as you spent the extra seconds soaking in this type of chan. “was i zoning out?” he voiced, brows knitting worriedly as he hugged you closer—placing a feather-light kiss on your cheek. at this moment the mischievous opportunity overtook you, wiping off the peck he landed. chan almost immediately placed another, than another until your face was absolutely bombarded with his kisses. “now you’ll have to scrub your face if you want to rub them off, don’t resist my love~” he sang, chin resting atop your head; carrying a pouty expression. “don’t be upset channie, i was joking..” you giggled, turning around to cup his falsetto sad face. surprisingly, he gave each of your cheeks a last kiss. “for good luck.” — “c’mon..chan..”
HAN throws a fit when you use the back of your hand to brush off his kiss to your lips. “heyyyyyy, don’t do that… do you not want my kisses?” he slurs, making it hard not to laugh. if anything, quokka looked betrayed. his chubby cheeks puff out defiantly, crossing his arms taut to his chest while he deeply sighed—silence overtaking the room. “does my breath smell?” han randomly proposed, unable to contain his bubbling chuckle. “was it my lunch? AH. i need to go brush my teeth.” he rose up, beginning to hurriedly walk to the bathroom. you grasped his shirt in a quick manner. “i’m joking i’m joking, it was all a prank.” you eased, han releasing a breathless whine before collapsing on top of you. “jisungie.. get off..” you struggled, squirming beneath his in-denial frame. “that’s so mean y/nnie.. you’re paying for dinner.” he huffed. “okay fine dinner’s on me.” the struggle continued, han finally getting off. “don’t do that, let me love you.” he whispered softly, big brown eyes carrying so much emotion. “i promise baby.” you hugged him, smiling to yourself at just how precious he was. the nickname you used making his face ache red. “never can get used to that.” this time you both laughed.
CHANGBIN would huff, eyeing your fingers reaching to brush off his affection. you were halfway through the newest godzilla movie ( that changbin had thoughtfully asked to watch ), and as boredom set in, you took it upon yourself to pester the man of principles. his disregarded kisses happened a few more times before he grabbed your wrists, using his strength to push you back on the couch till he was hovering over you. “you’re ruining the movie for me, now hold still while i finish what was started.” nonetheless, he kept his promise, littering every inch of skin he could find in his kisses. yet no matter how hot the muscular man looked above you in that moment, he was still your dwaekki and you couldn’t take a single thing he did seriously for a set amount of time. so now you were literally cracking up as he kissed your neck, the man smiling against your skin. “ticklish much?” he mused. “please! oh my god i’m gonna pee my pants.” you chest shook, changbin relieving his efforts. “ruining the mood.” he playfully grinned, turning off the tv—hovering over you once again. “but didn’t you want to watch the-“let’s focus on not killing the mood, what do you say?” wow. hot.
FELIX gasped dramatically, eyes narrowing to gaze at you in dismay. “do you not love me anymore?” his face crinkled as he fake cried on your shoulder, quietly interlocking his fingers with yours. meanwhile, the silence that followed resulted in a stubborn felix to take the reins. his breath ghosted your neck as he landed a soft kiss, yet he didn’t separate. instead, suppressing his deep burst of laughter. “if i don’t let go, can you wipe it off?” he smiled cheekily, the movement tickling your skin. “ah! i can’t do it anymore you’re freaking me out.” you shivered, rolling your eyes at the satisfied bbokari lifting his brows. the smell of burning overtaking the situation. he shot you from his position. “the brownies! they’re gonna burnnn.” he sang with a panicked lilt, placing the nearly burnt batch on the counter. taking a testing bite, his eyes narrowed. “try one.” he handed you a brownie, carefully watching your expression. “they don’t taste burnt, pretty yummy if you ask me.” you licked your lips, felix leaning forwards to thumb a stray crumb from your face. “messy eater.” he taunted, resting his chin atop his hand. “be quiet.” your reaction stirring a soft giggle.
HYUNJIN, as usual, was working on a choreo. after a bit of time he took a break, sweat dappling his forehead as you handed him a water bottle to cool off. his small kiss of thanks was a response, to which you wiped it off easily—finding the opportunity to pull a little stunt. “huh?” he blinked up at you, lips still attached to the water bottle’s edge. “what was that for?” he gave you a no-nonsense look, genuinely confused as to why you wouldn’t accept his peck. “what?” you tilted your head innocently, acting as if nothing had happened. “you wiped off. my kiss.” he pouted, rising up to squish both of your cheeks in his hand, squinting accusingly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you shrugged, his downright confused face almost making your facade crack. you could see the gears turning in his mind. he shook his head fervently, returned to practicing and a few minutes later sat on the floor. “jinnie?” you asked, quirking your brow at his behavior. “i lost motivation. my love has been rejected.” he dramatically sighed, now fully laying on his back. “now who ever said that?” you hunkered down to straddle him, leaning down to land a deep kiss. “woah woah woah woahhh..” he gaped, his brown eyes blown with amazement. “it was a prank jinnie.” — “then i’ll need repayment to get back my motivation.”
MINHO kissed back. he enjoyed being the one to receive rather than give, just to see how needy you’d become if you hadn’t been given attention in a bit. leaving the scenario as the perfect time to tease( a key lee know habit ). so if anything he’d be the one to wipe off your kisses. but today was your day for revenge, after all this pain and suffering due to minho’s cruel way of getting what he wanted, you were taking control. “min… can i get a kiss?” he glanced up from his phone to where you were typing on your desk. “now you’re asking, well how could i say no?“ maneuvering his head to softly kiss your lips, eyeing you as you used the back of your hand to discard his kiss. fueling a realization that it had never been this hard to maintain composure until this moment. “what is this?” he used his foot to swivel the chair back to where he sat on a spare stool. “acting like a brat? is this your way of getting back at me?” his stunning eyes read you like a book. every time. “i had an itch.” your excuse proving more pitiful than you’d anticipated in your head. “on your lips, then please, let me help you.” bewildered, you shrunk against the chair with a squeak—minho advancing into you at an alarming pace. pulling away with heavy breath. “not fair.” you huffed, minho looked too pleased with himself.
SEUNGMIN was far too innocent for this trend, his kind gestures and ever patient sincerity left no room for mean pranks. but nonetheless, the chance to test it lay bare and it looked pretty tempting. of course, you knew you’d fold unbelievably quick since seungmin was too adorable to resist. he’d just taken you on a date, and your last stopped was now checked off the list. the stop in question being an old family-run restaurant you both frequently visited in your early dating years. it held a special place on your heart. with full stomachs and dazed smiles, puppym’s kiss to your forehead reminded you of the horrible prank. it was even painful to reach up and wipe it off, and even more so painful to watch his reaction alter. he almost looked worried. “was there something on my lips?” he touched his bottom lip, you immediately folded—hand holding onto his wrist. being too guilty to confess, you leaned upon a harmless white lie. “i think it was some kimchi.” you sheepishly smiled, earning a wholesome beam from the literal puppy. guilt. it hit hard.
JEONGIN being similar to seungmin seemed too much of a sweetheart to pull into this situation, but you really wanted to see what he’d do next. so, you waited as he planted a kiss to your nose—sharing this tender moment whilst watching a newly released series on the couch to occupy empty time. however he wasn’t even effected. in fact, he helped you wipe your nose off. “the popcorn i made was pretty buttery, be sure to get it all off so you don’t get oils on your skin.” you couldn’t even respond, there was no room to respond. “i wouldn’t want my popcorn to ruin your face.” his eyes crinkled happily, holding your face in his hands. giving up, you melted into this act of sentiment. yes. how could you even think of doing this to your cupcake jeongin? wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him into a hug. “im such a bad person innie, im sorryyy~” you mumbled into his shirt, the boy unable to make out what you’d said. “what was that y/nie?” thank god he didn’t look further n to the topic. “nothing baby, this episodes really good by the way.” you nonchalantly chomped a piece of his popcorn. buttery indeed.
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